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

Herchim's eyes widened as if the knights were introducing themselves before the duel.

Orcs and human fights, they were never heard of.

Erhim pondered for a moment.

Thinking back to the way you dealt with the Auger with the Red Energy as a free material, that Orc was at least as strong as the Knight of the Triple Chain. It was too reckless to deal with such a strong man right after the battle with Auger.

Of course, the Orcs fought with the ogres, but they had enough time to breathe.

If you do it again, it gets in the way.

I could have been reproached later, but at least I had to stop Leonberger's eldest son from becoming a monster.

Erhim raises his hand on the sword sack and prepares to jump at any time.

But consequently, it was really worrying.

Swordsmanship is incredibly stubborn, with decades of bare feet on the battlefield. Even though he was breathing heavily, he was stable after a series of strikes, and Mana was also pulling out only where he needed it when he needed it to minimize his loss.

The age of the prince was now only sixteen, too early to make up the whole of Qi. However, it seems that Prince Herchim has already reached that point.

When I came to the wire magnet just a few months ago, I still saw a clumsy corner.

It was a remarkable rate of growth, which I would never have believed if I hadn't seen it with my own eyes.

“Huuuuuuuuuch!”

I heard a nervousness while I was submerged for a moment.

Looking forward, I saw an oak with its heart pierced by a sword.

Cock.

The prince lifts his foot and pushes the oak. The sword comes out and blood rises. The twitching oak shook his lips.

“Krrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr”

One prince glances down at the orc and makes an iron sound.

The oak closes its eyes with a satisfactory face. And I never opened my eyes again.

Herchim somehow guessed what the iron sound of the prince meant.

He was a good opponent. He was a great duel.

I thought it would mean something like that.

Furry.

The first prince sat on the floor.

“Ouch. I'm gonna die. ”

One prince, who was lying uncovered, closed his eyes. Arwen and the Rangers run, and the prince who was lying down gets up.

“Adelia!”

A woman raises herself in a puddle of red blood.

“Your Majesty...”

She seemed to be crying right away.

The prince, who confirmed her innocence, shouted.

“Don't come!”

The prince hated it.

She finally shed tears at the attitude of the decent owner. The bloody face, the place where the tears passed, was washed white.

Erhim and the Rangers trembled at the odds. Turning their heads, they never looked where she was again.

* *

After a day of camping and exhausting combat, the group immediately searched the mountains for a sense of hunting.

The steps of the rangers turned into a guide were unpredictable, and the same prudence was not seen before. I asked him why, and he said that the smell of the ogre was so vibrating, that the dizzy monsters would have already fled far.

“Orcs can twist, right? ”

I've already seen the Orcs go out to hunt the ogres, and Herchim asks the prince.

“I don't know if there are others who decided to defeat me, like the ones we met yesterday. Ordinary Orcs never come to the stinking side of the ogre. ”

One prince added a word with a big face.

“If anyone can smell an ogre and not run away. ”

Rangers suddenly send an incoming call.

“It's the same thing, or it's the same thing as an ogre. ”

The voice of the First Prince was lowered.

Kieeeeeeeeeee!

A sharp roar dug his ears from afar.

“As it is now.”

I heard a thumping footsteps from afar before I finished speaking.

Maburico on blue skin, cuckoo like a boar's thumb. Hundreds of corpses show a giant monster with a rotten stench. “Trolls.”

A chunk of gold is rushed to the troll with the prince scarcely pulling out his sword.

And the battle began.

Following the cunning and resilience of the giant, Trolls regenerated my body constantly while being overwhelmed by countless stunts.

The prince hated it, and the butcher was willing.

After half a day of flirting, a group of dozens of blue-bodied men began to wander the mountains again.

Everywhere they passed, a red bruise remained over the white snow fields.

Throughout the mountains, blood clots bloom.

And the seeds that the prince planted on the maid blossomed completely.

[Poetry of Domination] responds to changes in the deceived.

There has been a change in the characteristics of Adelia Bavaria.

The prince was amazed. Even now, I was terrified of what else would have changed in her character.

But I heard another message before the prince even knew what had happened to the maid.

Adelia Bavaria weaves a new amusement.

A man who swears to be deceived tries to give his inheritance and a part of the amusement to his master.