Chapter 90 – 90 – Battlefield Porter
– Eshen, Morgan
The moment Eshen was pinned against the wall by Garam’s side kick, he realized two things.
One is that my younger brother, who had a lot of fun telling me the difference in strength every time he climbed, became a formidable beast without me even seeing him.
And secondly, the corridor that seemed like a stuffy one-line passage actually leads to several places like an anthill.
The stone wall that collided with Eshen did not bounce him away. Instead, it fell to the other side like a toy block of wood.
Eshen was thrown down a corridor with a broken stone slab, landing crashingly on another path a few meters below.
“Bow!”
The passenger who fell first grabbed Eshen’s head and pressed down on it. The stone slab, whose fall was delayed due to hitting the poorly constructed horse cave passage, narrowly missed them and fell into a distant abyss.
Eshen, who was staring blankly at the falling object, shook his head.
“How on earth did this demon cave come to be?”
“How would I know? I came here to find out by bumping into it with my body. But if there’s any good news.”
Morgan, who was out of breath, pulled Eshen to her feet. He then pointed to the trap passages that trapped them on both sides.
Eshen recognized the six rows of tiles on the road and rubbed his face in embarrassment.
“It means that it fell on the road that our porter once taught us a strategy for. What kind of trap was this? It was a six-figure sum.”
“Mouth…Teeth…What did they say…”
“When you’re done with this, you’re going to open your head and see what’s in it, you empty-headed bitch.”
“You too got hit in the chin by Garam, so turn your head. Damn, it feels like all the brain cells you have are dead.”
Putting their heads together, the two barely remembered the number ‘142857’. However, that alone was not enough to attack the trap.
The fall was so high that it was difficult to jump up and escape. Morgan, who broke his leg when he fell, was unable to climb up. The moment you accidentally fall, the trap will emit fire that melts your flesh.
The two could do nothing but listen blankly to their colleagues’ yelling coming from afar.
“I’m bored.”
– Leni, Nenya, Isilun
Morgan and Eshen were not the only ones in danger. Some people felt the threat of their lives more directly than those two.
For example, Leni, Nenya, and Isilun…
“I once worked as a swordsmanship instructor for the Party Alliance to donate my talent.”
“It’s noisy.”
“Each one of these great golems can be said to be an A-class vanguard or higher.”
“You don’t need to tell me.”
“After barely defeating such powerful enemies, it is truly thrilling to have to deal with such powerful people-“
“Oh, stop it!”
Lenny ran out of patience and shouted at Isilun. As Isilun flinched and erased his laughter, the Tigris who were pushing the fallen golems aside laughed.
“Wouldn’t it be too disadvantageous for you to fight among yourselves, even though you don’t have enough numbers?”
“Wouldn’t it be so embarrassing for six men to attack three women?”
When Nenya, who was panting due to the abuse of the spell, threw out a harsh remark, someone responded in a groaning voice.
“Seven. Damn, my eyes are so swollen I can’t see.”
“···You said you surrendered when you were lying down after being beaten by Lennie, right? Are you trying to attack me again?”
“That was the first round. Now it’s the second round. I don’t know if I lost while courting you, but I’m paid to do it, so I can’t back out. Yagil and Borgar should target the wizards. The rest will join me to deal with the women with swords. “
“Can I say all of that audibly, Uncle Tigris?”
“It would be so cowardly for seven men to hide their intentions while dealing with three women.”
“I tried to praise you for being honest, but you scratched my pride. I’ll make you regret those words.”
Isilun stretched out the warrior sword ‘Splendor’ and gritted his teeth. The Tigris looked impressed, as if they appreciated their fighting spirit.
But soon Isilun and Lenny began to doubt themselves as to whether they should have been more active in their fighting intentions. Because I felt a sense of crisis in a direction that was far from survival.
“I like the look in your eyes. It makes me want to take you and make you my bride.”
“That’s right. If you’re a hero or a special party member, even the elders will recognize you as a good mother.”
“Don’t be stupid, you idiots. The moment you look away, the tribe women will tear you to pieces.”
Garam, who was staggering to his feet due to the shock of facing Eshen, scolded him harshly, wiping his nose.
Leni and Isilun sighed.
“Now it’s not 7 to 1, but 8 to 1. Would it be better to die fighting, or would it be better to be kidnapped and beaten to death by Tigris women?”
“Are you ignoring me because you think I’m a dick, or are you not hearing my request to stop saying unhelpful things out of your mouth?”
– Monica, Villena, Nidroga
When Lenny and Isilun were having a conflict over communication issues, someone was dealing with an enemy with whom communication was impossible.
The problem that Sister Monica and Villena faced was a little simpler. It was a little more dangerous in that there was no communication.
A horde of hundreds of Mordbog seeking revenge, driven back by our party’s javelin attacks.
“Get out, get out!”
Monica, who fell down the aisle opposite Eshen and Morgan, was not as athletic as either of them. The best her sister could do before she fainted from the pain was to pour her healing powers into Vilena’s broken bones.
Villena, covering her sister, who was wheezing in pain, with her whole body, fiercely resisted, brandishing her flamethrower. The rats, hungry for the intruder’s meat, took three steps each time the flames died down, and when Villena’s machine spewed fire, she took two steps back.
But her fuel tank had its limits, and the sister’s healing powers could not reach the damage inflicted on the delicate machinery. Soon, with a crunching sound, Villena’s weapon began to take her breath away.
Maybe she shouldn’t have stubbornly followed him, saying she could at least protect herself. Maybe she shouldn’t have risked her life just because she didn’t want to feel left out on the affection front.
The moment Vilena, who had become her contemplative, shed her tears, her Mordeboth rushed at her, baring her unsightly front teeth.
Nidrogar, who had jumped up the passage with dozens of golems hanging on him, could not help anyone even though he heard all the noise. Because the incredible power of the artificial muscles grabbed Nidroga’s entire body and tormented it as if it were going to tear it apart.
She couldn’t change at will. It was obvious that if the complex structure of the cave collapsed, not only enemies but also allies would be swept away.
But the moment that forced her to make a choice was getting closer. The moment her Villena let out her scream, Nidrogar took on her terrifying resolve and began to turn the skin of her entire body into scales.
Under such conditions, describe the correct role of the porter.
If I retire someday and become a human resources manager for a porters’ association, I think I’ll raise such issues with the members who are being evaluated for their grades.
Some people will say this for granted. ‘I have to run away. ‘The combatants are helpless, so what can we do?’
This is true, but at the same time it is extremely wrong.
Of course, our role in the party is assistant. The average person with an aptitude for being a non-combatant wonders if they can defeat a local gangster, let alone Tigris or Mordborg.
The porter is weak. It is an axiom.
“Eshen-! Morgan-!”
However, instead of acknowledging that weakness and turning around and running away, the moment you throw that weakness into crisis.
Finally, the possibility of the weak exploiting the strong unfolds.
“Run to the block where Morgan is standing! From the left, number 3, number 5, number 4, number 2, number 1!”
As he desperately runs down the aisle above Eshen and Morgan’s heads, he clings to a megaphone with one hand and shouts. He held the trap decryption book with his other hand and desperately tried to shake his head.
As soon as he heard me, Eshen immediately picked up Morgan, who was limping. And he jumped through his trap without the slightest hesitation.
“Go straight forward while stepping on the block on the far right! Until you reach the three rows left from where there are no traps!”
“To the end?!”
“I don’t know the last six lines! Just jump over it!”
It would be nice if I were as smart as Villena, but the mathematical skills I forced myself to learn by crossing the line of fire go only so far.
Eshen, who had tried to jump to the end of her trap, grabbed her stomach the moment she lifted her feet from the ground and grimaced at her.
Shaky balance. A slightly short leap. Morgan, lying on his back, becomes contemplative and closes her eyes.
But that is enough. Eshen caught her grappling hook in no time.
Adrenaline is boiling. The weight of two people doesn’t even seem like weight. Morgan and Eshen were lifted into the sky as lightly as minnows caught on a fishing line.
“Isilun! Lenny-!”
Admitting weakness is a far cry from meekly accepting my incompetence and letting go.
For example, Garam Taiga, who kneels Isilun and tries to slam his fist into him, probably won’t be able to win even if Tan Bantai wakes up from his death. If I fight with my bare hands, even if there are a hundred people, I will laugh and trample them all. The moment No. 1’s Bantai’s nose bleeds, No. 2 and No. 3 will be so frightened that they will declare surrender.
But there is something even Tan Bantai can do. For example, dropping a morning star from above your head.
The 250g sphere that I lifted as lightly as a baseball turns into 2.5kg of dangerous hardware as soon as it leaves my hand.
Stable control guaranteed thanks to porter aptitude. At the moment when Garam was startled by the terrifying sound of splitting the air, he was hit by a piece of metal before he could even raise his head.
Before Garam, who had a morning star on the top of his head, could even roll his eyes, Isil Rune quickly grabbed the handle of the mace. And he was embarrassed and hit Tigris on the shin as he tried to help Garam.
Tigris, with his strong pectoral muscles, shouted truly bravely.
“Kyaaa ah-!”
“What a sissy scream. How about you two make yourselves brides!”
A heavy hammer and shield flew and fell in front of Lenny, who lost his shield and was struggling with only his broken sword from the punch.
A hammer is an auxiliary weapon for when you encounter an enemy that is not good at using swords, but it is difficult to carry around on your body.
A warrior who carries a porter has an advantage. By entrusting your weapon to a porter, you can save your stamina by the reduced weight. And in the sense that you are carrying an armory with you.
The Tigris, who flinched and retreated as the hammer broke the floor, were hit on the head by Lenny, who pulled it out like lightning and swung it, causing them to stumble.
Nenya, who was staring blankly at the Tigris tearing off the roots they had barely managed to squeeze out, also received a gift. A heavy flask overflowing with blue liquid fell into his arms.
Nenya, who was twitching her wrists that were numb from her chest, gulped down the entire potion in one go, glaring at the contemplative Tigris.
And the highlight is.
“Cover your nose!”
Eshen shouts, falling like a thunderbolt. The Tigris, who had been struggling with the tougher roots after being hit with a blunt weapon, tensed at the terrifying look on Eshen’s face when he returned. And at the same time, I was embarrassed to see the wax blocking my nose.
“What is that?”
“It’s hell.”
The keen sense of smell, which is a hunter’s strength, often becomes a natural predator that drags the hunter to hell.
Eshen broke the flask I gave her in her hand with a solemn expression. The poorly formulated odor enhancer gave off a strong scent and splashed in all directions.
Dambi, who had to quickly relieve herself as soon as she woke up from a pleasant sleep, glared at me with an unpleasant expression as if asking if this was the best option. I didn’t have time to take out the sugar cube, so I pushed his head into the cage and closed the door.
It’s terrible even to my nose, but what about the Tigris? Leaving behind the desperate screams of Garam, who was struggling to get up, holding his nose, I jumped down to the sisters and Villena.
The damn rats must have felt so sorry. Just before Vile left the marks of her dirty teeth on my white skin, I snatched my prey with a grappling hook on the ceiling.
The moment when Lenny, who had pushed the last Tigris, who had lost her mind, to the shield, hit her head violently and broke her head. I fell back among the party members and put Sister and Villena down.
“I was worried because I hadn’t seen you for a while… But your reappearance is really spectacular, isn’t it?”
There was no bird to respond to Isilun’s exhausted laughter. When she spat, her missing teeth fell out.
Sister held her side, and I grabbed her clothes with my mouth and forcibly lifted her up. The pain is enormous, but the important thing is not the pain.
Villena with her fumbling hands took out her tonic potion and poured it into her sister’s mouth. The sister, who had broken her arm and ribs, began shaking in pain as soon as she woke up.
“I’m here.”
“Burnt.”
“It’s okay, sister. We’re all okay. Now it’s your turn to be okay.”
When my sister woke up from shock, I grabbed her shoulder and tried to console her to prevent her from going into shock. Monica, barely able to catch her breath as I whispered comfort from her side, soon began pouring her healing power into herself.
We breathed a sigh of relief as our bruised sides and arms slowly returned to their normal color.
“···If even the healer is fine, we’ll end up without having caused even a single wound.”
One Tigris, who looked disgusted by the stench and beatings, giggled. Lenny brought her hammer close to her fallen head with a murderous look on her face, but Tigris continued to babble nonsense.
“I have something to leave you with.”
“Testament?”
“Tigris men are attracted to strong females. Even though we met in such a bad way, if you give me one date, I won’t-“
“I decline.”
Leni, who was pretending to be disgusted, put the sole of his metal boot straight into the guy’s jaw. Tigris, who was literally kicked, fell into a deep sleep with a smile on his face.
Eshen stood up, muttering that he should throw the bastard down. I grabbed her back and spoke quickly.
“Would you rather go to Nidro?”
