61 61 Ch. 20. It sprouts in the winter when the wind blows (4). (1/2)

Herchim Kiringer dared not even think about getting into a vicious battle.

Crazy as it was, it was an ogre, but it was a matter of two men and two women being crazier than they were.

No, I couldn't even feel the need to intrude before that. The overwhelming was not an ogre, but two men and two women.

Every time the golden clerk passes by, the armor of the armor is torn apart. The woman strikes in succession, as if there were no defenses.

Gpletely cut off.

Geez!

The ogre screams and wiggles his remaining hands. The woman caught in the attack bounced.

The prince received such a woman. The two of them got together and rolled the floor at the same time. Then I ran to Ogre again.

Seeing that, Herchim Kiringer admired it.

The woman tore off Ogre leather like she was ripping her flesh off, but she was one of the princes.

The attack is not a woman, the defence is not a prince.

At first glance, it was a perfect role-sharing, but Erchim Kiringer knew it wasn't a pre-tailored merger.

The woman's black ogre was as blind as that. I didn't see any consideration for the fighting together. I just drew the sword as I could see.

Such selfless and blind aggression was exquisitely aided by the prince.

Of course, she takes on defenses she doesn't care about, but she cuts the flow exquisitely to prevent the ogre from focusing on her.

Without a dizzy combat experience and sensation, it was the one prince who was coordinating this battle.

If she wasn't a prince, she would have become a blood loaf and would have been thrown into the snowfield.

How many battles have you fought since you came to Winter Castle? It's been a year since you started learning swords.

It was an unparalleled development in the past, but it was not the only prince who grew so remarkably.

Arwen Kirgayen.

She was destined to be a wire knight once, but now she is also a skilled knight who became a direct knight of the prince.

While Erham and Dunham are running out of time, Arwen commands the Rangers to ambush the Orcs in search of a way to engage in a violent battle with the Augers.

It was a great judgment.

The Orcs are exhausted by the battle against the ogres, and froze at the appearance of an endless scoundrel.

If you fight properly, the Orcs will be silent on the Rangers' snipers for a while.

Luckily, the Orcs who stopped the arrows were taken care of by Arwen Kirgaen. The Orcs, exhausted by the battle with the ogre, fall out of her sword without breaking a spell.

An Orc who used Red Energy entered the battle late, but it was after all the other Orcs had fallen.

Arwen raises her hand. The rangers, who had finished reloading, were again in firing position.

It was then that Erhim and Dunham realized what they were going to do, who were so enthusiastic about the battle between Prince and Ogre.

Ooooooooooooooooo.

With the exception of the four ringed lions, the Knight of Triple Chain, who is considered one of the best swords in the kingdom, decided to raise his energy. No matter how fierce the oak was, it could not be prudent.

The Orcs retreat.

“Crack! Crack! ”

The oak scratches its neck and shouts.

I heard you understand what the Prince Orc said. Erchim looks back.

At the end of the day, the fight was ending.

I saw Ogres sitting in a pool of blood.

Both feet have been cut off, and one arm has been cut off from the wrist. The appearance of Ogres swirling around on the floor with their hands cut off, the first vice was nowhere to be seen.

Rather, it was on the human side that it seemed rather vicious.

A bloody woman grabbed Ogre's back. One of Ogre's remaining arms was cut off from his armpit by a sword drawn up from below.

“Grouch.”

The ogre screams. A woman shoved a knife in her opposite armpit.

Booooooooo.

Ogre's shoulders are torn apart.

Kung.

An ogre throws his head in a puddle of blood and abandons his body. A woman climbs on Ogre's back. Her eyes fluttered with yellow and red glare, and she laughed.

(chuckles)

A golden sparkling sword pierces Ogre's back neck.

“Argh! Argh! ”

The ogre coughs up with a lather. The woman who drew the sword took the sword down again.

Puck, puck, puck.

A horrible noise that seemed to chop even meat, and the ogre twitched.

It was a scary sight to dream of. Erhim frowns and turns his head.

A prince who was approaching was right in front of his nose.

Unlike a woman with a blood clot, it was a distant figure without a single blood on her body.

The prince walks out loud and makes an iron sound to his neck. The oak reacted to that strange noise.

Bloop, Bloop.

It was the same noise that the prince made, and then Herchim knew that strange sound was ”Orc”, which he heard with rumors.

The prince and the oak roar for a while.

I couldn't even guess what I was talking about. It was just a growl rather than a language, and it was something raw that was hard to even understand.

Jaw.

The prince stretches out his hand and lowers the crossbow of the Ranger, which was right next to him.

“Back off.”

It was Arwen who first responded to the unexpected order. Chuck, shove her agglutination in the sword, and then she retreated back there. Late in the day, the rangers stretch their crossbows and open their streets.

Erhim frowns.

It seems like the prince and the orc are going to have a duel against each other.

But that was true.

The oak shook its throat low, and the prince heard it again.