Chapter 422 – Foggy Northern City (7)
Martial arts masters easily overcome differences in weapons.
That was the common sense of the warriors of another world, but it was still true that the side with a weapon had an advantage over the bare hand. It is true that masters do not choose brushes, but wouldn’t it be better to have a dog hair brush than to have ink smeared on his hands?
Is that why? Kwongakjutsu (拳脚術), which I copied as Absorbing Great Law, focused on stealing weapons.
“Qrcc?!”
After hitting the hyper jump, I hit the troll’s club and aimed for the weapon, aiming for the gap where the offset effect had occurred.
─Kwadeuk! It was of low quality, but the thick mana-infused club dug into the fingers that shrunk like the jaws of a beast.
My hand exerted tremendous grip, as if it had become an organ of a completely different creature. I seized the club like pulling out a lego head.
“Tsk!”
However, my goal of reaching out and twisting and tearing off the wrist failed.
It’s because the troll kid cleverly threw away the club and stepped on the moonwalk.
The speed was ahead of me, but I lost it. It meant that I hadn’t fully mastered this technique yet.
There was no flexibility in movement and there was a tendency to be obsessive. This is a problem that needs to be addressed in the future.
“Hey! Don’t foolishly punch them, burn them with fire!”
“I did it to save mana. Do you have something to burn down the forest?”
I stupidly accepted Dana’s instruction.
It was self-evident that firepower had to be high to burn a creature alive, and trolls were gold to platinum level monsters. It would be a catastrophe if you fired fire power without countermeasures in this forest valley and missed.
‘Looking at the good hair, you must be a little older. But I’m not old enough to get weak.’
Trolls are at their most powerful when they are young, and become senile as they age. He’s like a tiger
“Bqa! Gooooop!! (Weapon! Give it to me!!)”
In that sense, this bastard is a troll in his heyday.
My body has adequate strength left, and I have lived enough to live, so I have a lot of experience. It was the most difficult troll to deal with.
Reporting to the adventurer’s guild would have earned the Platinum class.
But I never thought I would lose.
Even I, who is not good at self-evaluation, thinks I’m a top-level player.
“I will help too.”
Fran came forward with a knife. Originally, Fran only moved from the rear, but now that I have only one enemy and my armor has been improved, there should be no problem even if I move actively.
─Nod.
We mixed our eyes, planned a strategy with all our heart, and moved as it was.
Sssss… !! My palms radiated red light. It didn’t feel like a flame, it was a compressed flame like magma.
‘As long as there is a good way to prevent regeneration, the difficulty rating of troll subjugation will go down by one level.’
If you’re worried about splashing fire, you can reduce the firepower a bit, compress it, and burn only the wound.
Even a troll, a creature with unlimited meat refills, can’t heal serious injuries in an instant.
Hwareuk-! I roughly threw the club, which was set on fire as a restraining blow.
The flying speed was inexhaustibly slow to throw it so it wouldn’t touch the bush, but a troll would avoid it. It was like pouring water on the cat, but there was no way I could grab it and wield it.
“QUuuaaaaa—!!!”
Surprisingly, the troll overcame his instinct and grabbed the fire enchanted club.
A burn on the palm would have been no problem, but it wasn’t usually smart. This kid was more elite than I thought.
Boo-! A troll wielding a club while drawing a trajectory with fire like a rat fire game.
I stood up and swung both hands in an X shape.
It was difficult to mortally wound the troll even if it was cut with a blade like a spear, so he chose to punch, but as long as it was to break the weapon, it didn’t matter if it was cut or broken.
No fuck, but now that I think about it, a spear could have been fine if it was going to add magic.
Excited, I woke up belatedly, but it’s okay since I’m about to chamfer him anyway.
Blood Demonic Art
Finger flare sword
He cut off the club with his red-hot capital. The stronger grip also contributed greatly to the strength of the capital. Because the power to raise your fingers is none other than your grip.
─Perbubuck!
As he split the weapon, Fran’s knife flew close to the troll and pierced it.
The troll wasn’t wary of his dick. It was a deviated trajectory, and if you get hit, you must have thought that it would be enough to regenerate a small knife.
“GoGoGo──!!”
“Quo?!”
But that was a complete miscalculation. The two arms protruding like the heads of an excavator crushed the trolls trying to escape like sandwiches.
“Oh oh? Did you speed up a bit?”
“I practiced a lot!”
Did the accessory effect of the coat help? I laughed at the answer to the words I muttered briefly and fed the burning power to the belly of the troll hit by the CC plane.
“Fire-Fists!!!”
─Puuong! As the force and compression fire increased, the flesh and hide pierced like strifom.
You believed in regeneration and didn’t invest in defense. Even if he only wore armor, he would have struggled a little more.
─Perbububububbuck!!
The golem’s hand squeezed the troll, who couldn’t even scream, with a grip that seemed like it would burst into his fist, and punched with sincerity in a row.
I tried to recreate the continuation of my signature martial art, the martial arts, with punches, but the performance was not zero. It seems that not all technologies work together so well.
“QA, aaooo… “
Still, the troll, unable to withstand the repeated punches that pierced his stomach, immediately lowered his head.
“Ugh, I hate claustrophobia.”
As I muttered, Fran also dispelled the magic. The corpse of a troll that suddenly falls over when the golem is gone.
“Isn’t this guy’s blood sold expensive?”
“As a potion ingredient? Some people say it’s a little harsh, but the effect is good. But do you have a barrel for your fence?”
“No. I brought the slate, but I didn’t bring an empty bottle.”
This troll, if you pull it out properly, it looks like 10 to 20 liters come out.
I didn’t bring anything like a container to put it all in. Maybe a kettle or a pot? Even a hat is not enough.
Then, Frank rested his chin and said.
“Hmm, if you go to the wagon, there will be a bucket of drinking water. Norr can make drinking water with magic, so I’ll just ask for a barrel.”
“Five? I guess so. After all, our franc.”
“I know. It’s better than a master’s and doctorate who is crazy about rapping.”
“Lol. I’ll be back, so wait!”
Fran smiled at our compliment and ran away, and I looked at it with satisfaction, then ran into trouble again.
“But how do you get this blood? Turn it inside out and stay all day?”
“Ah, that’s right. If you’re in need of money, you’d better… Mmm. Do as you please.”
“You leave the burden on your husband with a disability. A bad year.”
I don’t know if the way home is blocked, but it’s still good, but it’s a bit of a waste of time passing by.
“The one loaded on the carriage is Eva… Shall we try this?”
I floated the wind magic I learned in Romania.
It was a low-level magic called That caused a difference in air pressure to create a whirlwind.
─Hurrrr.
With Odin’s eyes, I thoroughly analyzed the magic formula.
I figured out the principle of creating a difference in pressure in the fluid in this magic, and tried to improve it in the direction I wanted.
“I brought the barrel!”
Just when Dana was bored, Fran brought out a water bottle as big as her torso. It was said that there was no water inside, but it was a light dash as if he had brought a paper box. The asshole tribe cries today too.
“Thank you. I just finished it too.”
Like a pirate roulette, I drilled air holes through the dead troll’s body.
Then, by applying pressure, blood was drawn from the wound.
─Chwaaaaa!!
The blood that burst out like a fountain was poured into the barrel that Fran had set down.
“Yo-Yo, Albuja bastard.”
I happily watched the blood spurt out.
It was too violent for a blood collection method, so the selling price would be beaten, but if you were greedy for money, you wouldn’t stab your stomach with a fire fist. It’s a waste to throw it away, so I keep it.
“Wow, you crazy bastard. You have become a great wizard.”
Dana looked at the blood fountain in amazement. I sighed and pursed my lips.
“I’m glad you’re so damn lucky. If I had learned magic as a slave, you wouldn’t have dared to mess around with me.”
“Let’s keep our eyes closed. Look at you immediately complaining about giving me a compliment. What are you going to say to Lalilura?”
“Aha♡! That’s right, if you love it, you will resemble it♡!”
“… Wow.”
“Sister? Isn’t that wow? Sister?”
“Gwa, it’s okay! I sounded kind of cute!”
I was slightly moved by Dana’s genuine disgust, but focused on Fran’s praise and quickly drained her blood.
The troll’s corpse was buried and flames poured out.
“You are a candle. Be a candle.”
– Hwareuk! I extinguished the flame on my finger. And I threw the ogre lying nearby.
“By the way, Dana. It’s kind of crazy that ogres and trolls live in the same area. Did this region become like a village in the latter part of an RPG just because people from the Ulster branch live there?”
“There aren’t that many trolls, are there? Still, there are quite a few ogres here. Although it was more distributed in the past.”
“The street outside the house is teeming with ogres, but a 10-year-old girl has run away? Our Nunna has been having a really bad headache since 20 years ago.”
That’s why I didn’t have a life goal like I did, but I went through something like a Ph.D.
As I looked at her pitifully, Dana, the Heltant, had veins popping up on her forehead.
“It wasn’t 20 years ago, it was 19 years ago, you asshole. And ogres are so territorially conscious that they don’t come out of their territory, right?”
“The self-professed animal authority who says that is said to have been eaten more than half of the time, helping to improve and falsify animal ethology.”
“No shit, it’s real. Ogres have pretty good fertility for a large monster, but they live in hiding because they have a sense of territory. If they see someone passing by, they will chase and eat them, but as long as they avoid the territory well, there is no problem.”
“Okay… Do you know your family?”
The mindset of people from other worlds is still awesome.
No, a deadly infectious disease is prevalent on Earth, but considering that there were many people walking around saying, “I’m not looking for it anyway,” Is it 50 steps to the other world or the earth?
Cities and villages would have been tangled away from the ogre’s Nawabari.
“Oh yeah. While the sajok is attached, I have a little question.”
“What. My breast size?”
“No. You know that It’s different.”
Dana maintained a surprisingly nonchalant attitude despite the indirect drips of disparagement, and smiled as if the onlooker froze as if she had suddenly come to mind.
“What else is Gemini doing?”
“Uh…”
The heroine of a classic novel? The forest keeper’s eldest daughter? The lady of the monster grass?
I came up with various expressions, but what is this feeling that no matter what I say, people won’t believe me?
It seems that this is also the fate of harem men.
