Chapter 36
36. Fog of Annihilation
Ragnar was embarrassed, but he soon beat up what he thought..
‘He was a strange person..’
In his eyes, Encrid was not a normal man..
“Well, from now on.?”
Encrid asks..
“I do..”
Ragnar answers..
The two began to hold their swords under the clear sky..
No, I started by finding the right weapon..
“I have good strength, but there is no reason to use a light weapon. I think it would be better to change your armament with a heavier longsword than that? Let's change with me..”
Ragnar said, handing the sword to his waist. I thought Encrid was striking..
Usually, you can easily pass a ripe weapon in your own hands.?
“I'm not writing it until I'm still in my hands..”
Ragnar then said.
It was not so good black as it looked.
What he was using looked better, but he was prone.
The one who teaches me now is Ragnar..
I decided to follow his words..
“All right..”
Armingsword to Longsword.
It was a sword with a longer handle that could be held with both hands and wielded.
The sword blade was longer, and the weight was more out of it..
That wasn't a mess black..
It's not made of good iron, but the center of gravity and the finish of the sword are I looked okay..
“Right hand in front, left hand behind.”
After changing the sword, from how to hold it to how to hold it..
Encrid was soaked in that time.
And that was Ragnar too..
The presence of the squad leader alone was an irritation. When he taught himself, he was motivated and infatuated at that time..
The two spent the time until lunch passed..
I was focused enough to notice it after a while..
“It's a little kid who filters his teeth, what are you doing??”
After Lem came, Encrid felt the passage of time..
“And then I'm hungry..”
Ragnar muttered..
“Did you bother our squad leader, you bastard??”
“Turn it off. Savage.”
“Turn you off. He's a lazy bastard..”
The two grunted. Encrid stretched his sword in sweat.
I'm pretty exhausted..
I thought I was going to start a new one, but it wasn't going to be straight away..
‘It's not enough..’
Time was jaw-dropping.
I was originally going to take the technology out of my sense..
I can repeat today, so I expected that if I did that, I would increase my skills..
‘Exactly the opposite..’
We're running out of basics..
I didn't think about it..
And another thing I realized.
The only thing that you can do is look at the person who handles the sword and build the basic machine. The bin was different..
“Tiptoe direction did so with what intent?”
“The rat is out of power..”
“Did you try to stab him? Did you try to cut it down??”
“What do you want to do now??”
“No, no, no, no, no, no. We need to learn from walking properly.”
It was like a shower of nagging rain..
Every one of them becomes an asset.
Rem and Ragnar, grumbling, asked for the great Encrid.
“But I don't want to increase my sword skills and whack it, or anything like that.?”
Ragnar asked, recalling why he held the sword when he was a child.
If you don't have the desire to expose and stand out, it's a lie..
Encrid, of course, had resonance, Ho Seung-seung, and desire.
During his delusion, he guards the lady in front of him and hands her a handkerchief There was something..
How can I do that?.
The desire to be recognized is in anyone's way.
“There's a lot of that. I want to be incredibly spooky..”
Encrid replied. I want to be the main character of the minstrel to receive someone's cheers. Of course, there was such a desire..
Ragnar nodded at him. Something seemed to be the answer.
“What are you saying? The reason for the convocation. The enemy is starting to see, and the order to gather is dropped..”
It was a battle again.
Encrid nodded..
Ragnar looked at that Encrid and thought he had done something wrong.
‘I want to pass today.?’
What happens if Encrid goes out on the battlefield like this?
Unfamiliar sword, flimsy and awkward level sword.
This is the sword he built today..
So I expected him to die..
‘No talent.’
Throughout the build-up of the base, Encrid's skills are pipsqueak Realized.
It's not going to happen in the morning..
Ragnar briefly rebuked himself.
‘I was put to death.?’
Regret. His mouth was a problem.
He stepped up and said something was right..
Did you step up again today?.
Ragnar decided with a sigh of regret.
‘Let's stay nearby..’
I wanted to protect you today as much as I could..
“The enemy.!”
The time of battle has come.
Before the temporary construction of the site, the Kidari grass is over and on the front The enemy's infantry was approaching..
It was a freakishly fast march..
Each unit gathered to see the enemy, and the way the enemy units were gathered was unusual.
Increasingly, the mass fell, and each troop was holding a long flagpole.
Pararararak!
The flag fluttered over the flagpole they held.
Suddenly a strong wind blew this way from the enemy.
Frowning because of the wind hitting your eyelids, flagpole and enemy soldiers As soon as you see it, Encrid says this battlefield will never be easy. Slut felt.
It was the intuition that gave him the survival instinct that kept him alive for years..
And I knew right now that my intuition was right.
“What is it??”
One of the ordered infantry leaders, a platoon leader, muttered..
It was a knowing face. Captain Benzens..
Infantry greeting with Puck awkward look as they parted from the duty barracks This is the platoon leader we shared..
And there was a dense fog between the platoon and the Encrid, which was visible in front of your eyes Started.
* * *
“I got hit.!”
Before the deputy could speak, the Fairy Squadron had grasped the situation..
The Fairy's sensitive senses made her feel the flow of the battlefield on her skin.
‘Magic? Witchcraft?’
A dense fog began to fill the battlefield. It was not a natural phenomenon. The fairy's sense of being a friend of the forest, naked of nature, informed the heterogeneity.
The artificial fog thickened, and soon I began to see not one inch in front of me..
“Captain.!”
In the voice of the embarrassed deputy, the Fairy Squadron realized an important fact.
‘No one would have been prepared..’
Suddenly, I don't see the front. Everyone must have panicked..
4It won't be a big problem..
If this is an artificially created fog, it won't end this way..
The flames soon became a reality..
toodoodoodoodoodoodoo!
Quarrell and the arrow flew..
It was an invisible arrow. It is the call of the Reaper, who suddenly poured excellent water from beyond the fog.
A quarrell was inserted into the whole body of the soldier who was around the furberbuck..
The deputy was hit with an arrow in the head and went out..
The Fairy Captain brings his senses more and more sharply. I stepped back..
An arrow was also inserted into the spot where she was..
He stepped back, drew his sword and swung it..
Tidying!
Two arrows caught on the sword and bounced off it. The squadron soon lifted the body of the dead deputy, and covered the body.
If you don't do this, you'll die of a blind arrow..
Fog and Arrows.
‘Prepared Strategies.’
It was a pain..
* * *
“It's eaten.!”
A gleam flashed in the eyes of the commander of the Principality of Azpenreferences.
Soon you'll be able to decorate this battlefield with the name of victory..
The resources we've spent for this are not enough..
Failure was unacceptable.
As soon as the fog thickened, the commander cried out.
“Shoot him.!”
The command, mixed with joy and excitement, fell, and the ready arrows and quarrels Fell towards the enemy.
What Azpen prepared was witchcraft..
Tinnitus Witchcraft called " Fog of Annihilation’, which covers the eyes of the opponent!
At the commander's cry, the shaman showed a absorbed smile.
Witchcraft succeeded.
The blood of a hundred newborn sheep, calves, and ponies, and the touch of a man It was a witchcraft made from the water of the lake that does.
It's not just ordinary ingredients..
There are many sacrifices made for witchcraft. The commander didn't know until there..
Anyway, the shaman has done all the heat and sex in the meantime..
It was because of the terrain, the climate, and the magic of calling rain in the meantime.
The ground must be wet..
Blood-soaked flags and flagpoles were the medium of witchcraft.
Troops protected by the flagpole are not affected by fog, This is all the Shaman's hand..
But I couldn't call this the only thing I could do..
You can't see the opponent, but you can see it..
How much effect that has on a large battlefield is quite a bit He wasn't a fool. He was a good alter..
The shaman did not have in mind the direction of the fight or the success of the fight. I was only willing to succeed in witchcraft..
“I'm glad I succeeded.?”
The commander of the platoon guarding the flagpole asked.
He was the sword-wearing platoon leader who cornered Encrid the other day..
“I almost failed if I got it wrong, so I'm glad..”
The shaman recalled a time when the enemy had been in the night the other day, and said, " I'm not going to be in the night.".
The infidelity burned, and all the witchcraft you've prepared so far almost disappeared..
I was sick when I thought about it..
The platoon leader remembered the man who had been on a night raid while listening to the shaman.
‘That asshole.’
Graydock, as a member of the insistent lovebirds, is the only one with his own hands. I wanted to kill him..
Maybe he's somewhere in the enemy line right now..
Azpen's platoon leader did not forget the face lit by the torch. It's the face of a strange enemy..
He wanted to meet him again..
* * *
As the spreading fog approached, there was a smell of water.
At the same time, the front was not visible.
The Benzens Platoon leader, who had been visible earlier, has disappeared..
That's not the only thing..
I can't see Ragnar, who was stuck right next to me..
“Witchcraft!”
Someone exclaimed. No it's not someone. It was Lem's voice. He poured out his annoyance.
“What a fucking asshole?”
Witchcraft? What Witchcraft?
Encrid leaned forward with thought.
Arrows and quarrels flew over his head imperceptibly..
“Well done. Don't look up.”
I heard a voice right next to me. It was Ragnar..
Tidying! Tudung!
I heard the sound above my head..
The ominous premonition became a reality..
Encrid bowed his head and thought.
‘Witchcraft..’
Why is the shaman here?.
The Shaman, who is very rare among the immigrants of the Western Pioneers, is the only one who has ever lived in the Western world. Why?
The question why was virtually meaningless now.
Encrid folded his thoughts.
Suddenly, in front of my eyes, the spear blade was hooked..
Pounding.
The beast's heart reacts. Boldness looked up.
If it wasn't for that, his body would have hardened and died as it was..
Encrid reflexively turns his body to the left and his sword from bottom to top Swung..
Perfect!
I couldn't cut the oil-fed spear with a flimsy knife..
The spearboard bounced off..
It was a spear blade that suddenly popped out of the fog..
Encrid tried to move forward, measuring the position where the spear flew.
Then another spear flew again.
Perfect!
I barely stopped it this time..
I stopped and thought. His posture is disorganized, his center of gravity movement is messed up..
The only thing I did was hold the sword tight..
Ragnar nagged me again and again and blew everything I taught him..
‘This is true..’
Naturally, I didn't think I'd be adept at what I learned once..
So what do I do?.
“Back.”
Ragnar says. Encrid moved on the other side of the word..
Thanks to Saxony, his hearing became sensitive..
I can't see it, but I heard it..
“Whoops.!”
“Turn it off.!”
“Porridge!”
“Fucking!”
Between screams and profanity from all sides, Encrid blew himself up.
“……Squad Leader!”
I heard Ragnar's cry, surprised by Encrid's back..
and.
Hooked!
The spear blade pierced his neck..
‘That's correct..’
It's better to tinker with a hole in your body..
Terrible pain spread from the neck to the whole body..
My eyes began to grow dark..
“Crazy asshole.”
The soldier who stabbed Encrid muttered. I'm embarrassed by the sudden sticking out of my neck and messing around..
“Deser.”
The soldier pushed Encrid with his feet. The spear blade fell, and the second pain came..
Encrid felt death coming..
If you have time to take a few breaths like this, the darkness will wrap itself around you. I knew it..
He was satisfied that death was coming.
Terrible pain and the fear of death that is not adapted to many repetitions Algebra?.
‘With this..’
"Today" has begun for Ragnar to learn the basics..
No matter how pleasant it is..
“It's a great game..”
Encrid laughed, bleeding profusely. The enemy, seeing it, put his tongue out. Even if you're crazy, you've seen a madman properly..
Cancer war, darkness comes. I opened my eyes and it started again today..
* * *
“Why do you do that?”
Ragnar asks. This time, instead of scratching his forehead, he answered immediately.
“I want to use my sword well..”
It's a different answer than the original, but the destination was the same.
“Want to learn sword?”
Of course..
Ragnar offered it again, and Encrid accepted..
The second two days of basic performance, the second today began.
And I stood on the battlefield..
The fog unfolded..
“Eh? Damn it.?”
Lem gets annoyed again. Encrid struck the spear three times this time and left his neck on the spear again.
I was unlucky, so I got out of the way. The neck leather was ripped off and blood was sprayed on the floor.
‘Damn it..’
It's so painful to die of an overdose like this..
Before I could think of it, one of the enemy soldiers stabbed the spear again. Thank you..
Puck.
Die again and again.
And the third today began..
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