Chapter 119 – Cruel Earth Mage (8)
I slashed the neck of the kneeling warlock with my sword.
─Denggung!
The warlock with the sword stuck in his chest was unable to cast magic and his head fled.
No, it seemed more accurate to say that his neck was smashed. Because the blade of my sword was soaked in black blood and corroded.
“Young. How long can the blood become acidic if you don’t wash it?”
I brushed off the blood from the sword that was billowing black smoke.
He’s also been my partner for a long time, but I had to kill that warlock bastard while I was worried about him. I wanted to avoid something like being resurrected as an undead after cutting off my head or starting the 3rd round by becoming gigantic.
─Tuk! Degururr…
The warlock’s neck, which had rotated 360 degrees in the sky, rolled on the floor.
Eyes wide open seemed unable to accept his own death. It’s fucking right, right? Nefertiti said to me, who was vigilantly aiming a toothless sword.
“He is dead.”
“Phew.”
I lowered my sword in peace. The instant golems that were fighting the adventurers behind the giant golems also collapsed.
─Aaaaa… !!
—To the sky of rest… !!
Maybe because the sorcerer died, he was freed from black magic. They were souls that were volatilized on their own without me having to do anything for them.
─Think!
“Ugh.”
Sudden pain. I felt pain in my eyes and frowned.
My mana tube still felt spacious—because I hardly used any magic that used my mana today—I felt a burden on my body.
I think I know why I feel this pain, so I unlock the rune of ᚨ (Ansuz) carved on the ground. – Whirik! When the rune, which had the function of communicating with the soul, was released, the appearance of the souls also disappeared.
“Collock, Coke.”
Nefertiti struggled as if standing was too much for her. Even so, he gathered his strength and came to my side to see the warlock’s corpse.
“Thanks. It’s thanks to you that I won.”
Nefertiti talking while looking straight at my face. The yellow eyes were quite impressive.
“It’s not because of me. It was thanks to the spirits that the black magician used to help.”
“Soul?”
“You mean that explosion?”
It was Tirsi who gave first aid to her arm with a potion.
“Extremely large earth golem… It was called Knumut. Wasn’t it the Nords who exploded it?”
“No. I just threw sparks at the inflammables, so to speak. It was the mana of the soul that the warlock put into the golem that caused the explosion.”
“Ah… That guy put his soul inside the golem.”
“Yes. It sealed the soul’s self-consciousness and used it as fuel. Earth and soul boast the best compatibility with black magic.”
“… Put someone else’s soul in a mold called a golem and use black magic like a slave to work?”
Said Nefertiti. Maybe it’s because it’s a Mithril class, so it seems like they easily understood the principle I said.
As Gentrick once said, the higher the level, the more meaningless the classification of wizards and warriors might become.
“Perhaps. And I was committed only to maintaining the barrier. This way it costs less mana and doesn’t suffer from the side effects of black magic. Since the mana of darkness and yin is superficial to a unicorn, isn’t that an expedient he devised?”
“… I wrote it myself the last time we fought.”
Nefertiti speaks as if recalling the past. It seems he was someone he knew. Is it bad luck?
“Are you saying you sharpened your skills for revenge? I could have put that effort to a better place.”
“Only those who do not become warlocks.”
“Well, that’s what you said.”
It was a saying that could be applied to anything. Effort is not energy, but direction. Wishing good deeds to the young warlock was also an unrealistic story.
“Do you need a potion?”
Tirshi asked as he took the bottle out of his bag. I declined, but Nefertiti nodded.
“How much?”
“I’ll give it to you. It is a life saver.”
“… I just did my duty.”
“Yeah. Me too.”
Tirsi and Nefertiti talked and became quiet.
“… I will drink well.”
The first to break was Nefertiti.
She bowed her head and took her potion and drank it. ─Gulp. She hit the potion one-shot, but it didn’t look clear.
The potion we Btakki use on that person must be as effective as a tonic. Just like in RPG games, the stronger the person, the more difficult it is to recover with the weaker potion.
If I could see the status window, would it look something like ‘HP: 350/1000’? It was nonsensical to try to cure the HP of the 3rd former adventurer with a red potion.
─Clap.
I soldered the sword, which had become like an unfreed Cheolsaeah with holes, into the scabbard.
Among the adventurers rushing here to avoid the body of the giant golem, there were Fran and Lalilura.
It was a fucking eventful battle, but all of my party members survived intact.
***
Because the black magician was behind, the barrier in Sarpot Forest was also released.
So, it seemed that the guild leaders and the Takari also ran to the place where the golems were born, waving their eyebrows.
Nefertiti, who received the heal and slightly recovered her HP, explained the development of the incident to them. And the surviving adventurers recovered the body and investigated the scene.
The death toll from the golem subjugation party was low.
It was because about 30% of the virginity had escaped, and the remaining people were not actively attacked.
‘Because the goalkeeper team did the main tanking.’
It was also great that the young warlock took it easy until Nefertiti appeared.
Perhaps, just as he lured the guild leaders with the silver-class adventurers he saved from the forest, he might have intended to use the adventurers he had locked up in the barrier as hostages.
His miscalculation was that I was included in his golem tactic, which could stab meta.
It would have been a great victory for him if he had taken a countermeasure, killed Nefertiti one-on-one, and invaded Sargadis. With that in mind, I joined the party.
“Thank you, Fran. This time, I lived thanks to you and Tirsi.”
“Lol. I’m glad I was helpful.”
Fran said as she returned the mask she had lent to Tyrsi. Without the help of two people, he would not have been able to avoid the warlock’s shield and win.
─Cock.
While I was hugging Fran, a sullen Lalilura stabbed me in the back. Lingling, which had become muddy, was also visible.
“Hey, old man? Would you like to thank me too? I was the one who created a gap for that wizard sister to dig into, right? Did I stop Fran from trying to run out wearing her mask alone?”
“What?”
Fran was going to go out alone?
─Finch! Fran shudders in her arms. I crouched down to my eye level and looked Fran in the eye.
“… Franc?”
“That, that… Stop thinking that Norr is fighting alone, so I don’t know…”
“No, it’s okay, but it’s like that…”
I wanted to say something, but I had nothing to say. I was in no position to speak to my in-laws to criticize Frank’s reckless behavior.
Didn’t I, too, go off alone at a party, shoot a Michael Bay movie against a golem, and fall in love with a mithril class black magic?
If I hadn’t done that, Nefertiti would have been hit and we all would have died, but what I said to Fran didn’t feel right.
“Ha, yes. Lalilula, thank you too. For drying the franc.”
“Something? Are you talking? It’s perfectly OK if you stroke my hair too, right? Actually, you were on standby from a while ago?”
“Yes, yes. Woojjujju, our Lalilura. Well done~.”
He took off his hat and stuck out his hair, so he stroked it as he wished.
I wonder what it would be like to want a grown man to stroke the head of an outsider.
“Aha♡! Yes? Is that me too? Could you be more grateful?”
It was Lalilura who would die happily even with my moderate praise. Does he have a lack of affection?
Well, if you don’t have an attendant, you won’t be able to play the role of an ace in a circus troupe.
“Uh… Excuse me, but what kind of relationship do you guys have?”
Seeing our exchange, Tirshi asked as if he didn’t know the reason. It was a very common sense reaction.
“Ah, Fran and I are promised future lovers… Hey. Lalilula. What kind of relationship do you and I have? Are you friends?”
“Weren’t they good seniors and juniors?”
“What seniors and juniors?”
“… Right?”
Lari Lou began to think about the essential questions of human life as if her philosophical topic had been cast.
No, didn’t you start with seniors and juniors? What if you don’t know
“Well, wouldn’t it be like being a senior in life?”
She threw out her troubles and came to a conclusion. Are you really going to do that
There is a child who made me the motto of life. In the future, I may have to pay attention to my behavior too. I said to Tyrsi.
“Well, anyway, as you can see, it’s a close-knit party. I’m not an adventurer named Lalilu, though.”
“It’s not!”
“Yeah, that’s right.”
Tirshi was confused by our answer, as if he had a formula that gave a different answer every time he did a calculation. It seemed to be bewildered.
‘Every aspect of our party is a lump of personality.’
Druid master adventurer, half dwarf rogue, former famous circus ace.
Rather than an adventurer’s party, as someone said, it seemed more appropriate to make a living as a circus troupe.
“Here!! There is something like a small alcove in the dirt pile!!”
At that time, Golem, who served as the leader of the golem subjugation team, shouted. It seemed that something was found in the hole where the warlock appeared.
─It’s all over the place.
After explaining to the guild leaders, Nefertiti approached. She went straight to the point without any introduction.
“Let’s go.”
“Yes? Me?”
Could it be that he meant that I should crawl down there with him?
I don’t even know why the guild leaders in the back are preparing to go together and staring at me.
“Uh, unless it’s a special situation like before, I don’t think I’ll be able to help you.”
“I have no fear of fighting.”
Nefertiti shook her head.
“I’m going to retrieve the warlock’s things. Let’s go too.”
“Ah, if that’s the case.”
Even if there’s a trap or something, the guild masters will figure it out. I just have to watch from behind to make sure they don’t get scammed.
Could it be that Nefertiti held my record high? It was to be considerate so that I would not take part in it and later lose my share.
Because it is an adventurer’s right to root the item from a defeated enemy.
“I’ll be back for a while.”
I said that to my party members and went to explore the warlock’s real lair.
─Such.
On the way to the pit, the guild leader Gylfi came next to me. What the fuck is she For some reason, she has a sense of distance between her and this lady.
“Mister Nord. You killed the warlock’s giant golem?”
“Yes? Alas, yes. I was lucky.”
“You are amazing. There were 2 similar golems hiding in Sarfort Forest, but they were about half the size.”
─I’m sorry.
The red tongue of the guild leader of the Gylfi Guild—I forgot the name—licked her lips. It was a creepy tongue-in-cheek.
“I think I can hear a very nice saga… If you don’t mind, how about a meal later? I’ll pay.”
‘Oh wow.’
I noticed this woman’s thoughts and her body stiffened. She said what she was talking about, but it was this world-style number picking.
No, damn I don’t know. It might not be number picking, but anal picking.
This lady looks like she’s going to fuck my ass in her panties with a vibe while hitting the drip Happy International Women’s Day.
Haha. That’s a good suggestion. Please have me attend.”
At that moment, a reliever appeared. It was Cromwell.
“Among the shops sponsored by our magician guild, there is a place that does a good Romanian dinner course. How are you? Edlyn.”
“Whoop whoop… Cromwell? You really get in my way at every step.”
Aunt Edlin smiled coldly. It’s scarier than a fucking black magician.
I can fully understand the heart of the guild leader of Jjaksodumra, who avoids his body as if he is not going to have a relationship with him from a few steps away.
Fuck Carlisle. Fuck you here too.
─Cough, Cough.
I cleared my throat and changed the topic.
“Anyway, I’m glad you guys are all right. How was Sarpot Forest?”
“By the time I found out it was a trap, it was already too late. There was no way out. If it was a barrier activated by a magic circle, you would have noticed it in advance, but the magic was activated starting from the golem, so the response was delayed.”
Cromwell followed through on my awkward change of subject.
“We defeated the golem unit, including the large golem, by ourselves. But, except for Nefertiti, most of the main forces couldn’t break through the barrier.”
“Oh, that’s right. Mr. Nord, do you have any idea what the obscure barrier was? Nefertiti didn’t explain.”
“… I do not know? I’m not sure. I couldn’t pass either.”
I stumbled upon the answer. If Nefertiti hid it, I couldn’t tell.
Barrier magic invoked by the Virgin Unicorn Shack, ‘Virgin’s Boundary’.
Among my acquaintances, 3 people passed through the barrier. Lalilura, Tyrsi, and Nefertiti.
For those who didn’t pass, here are the guild leaders, me, and Fran.
Thinking that far, I was convinced.
‘This is a 100% Agari agenda.’
Those who passed and those who did not.
For both sides, this was a secret that Nefertiti and I would carry to the grave.
I might be able to get a rough idea of the people who participated in this battle, but at least it wouldn’t be good to say it with my mouth.
“How are you? I don’t know if I’ll find something about that barrier if I look there.”
Cromwell said that and pointed to the pit.
“Wizards tend to document their research.”
