42 42. 14. A Song Dedicated To A Large And Beautiful Green Mass (3)
A thicker forearm than a dizzy internal thigh covers the face.
Pooh, pooh.
The arrow stuck over it.
The Orcs pull out arrows stuck to their forearms. I didn't see any of those nasty faces screaming at me.
All you see is murder and jealousy, and the Orcs are furious.
The Orc Warrior, who sees me down the slope, grabs the axe that was rolling around the floor.
"Krrrr."
The Orc Warrior clashes his throat low.
The sound of thumping feet, the roaring of flesh, the smell of steaming blood.
I laughed.
I couldn't have been happier. I couldn't stand it without laughing.
"Khhhh!"
An oak warrior approaches the front of his nose and raises his axe.
Boong.
With a heavy siege, the rusty day rushes like a split head.
I rolled the floor as I was on the slope.
A terrible wind pressure touched right above my head. It stings like the skin above the nose is ripped off by wind pressure.
hic See, I drew the Earth.
(chuckles)
I touched the sense of ripening at my fingertips.
Oh, no.
I couldn't be more amazed. I unwittingly spit out the resilience.
Jaw.
The Orc Warrior reaches out with his right hand while he is intoxicated with awe for a while. I rolled in front of the floor like I was rolling.
"Hugh!"
I heard the roar of the Orc Warrior behind my back. But I didn't look back.
There was another oak right in front of his nose.
It was smaller and less vicious than the Orc Warrior, but it had a muscular body that could be torn apart by one human hand. The oak rushes towards me. I hold a blade that goes jawlessly relative to my body.
The sword flies. I hold the Earth with both hands and lift it horizontally. Then I jumped into his arms.
The Earth grows on his sword.
I rode the day, grabbed the handle, and there was his finger.
I twisted the Earth a little.
(chuckles)
His fingers are cut off. I put out the sword as it was.
The sword that flowed on the fly flowed on the green forearm this time.
Sasasac.
The green skin peeled off. As the Earth passed, the red muscle appeared intact.
Going back to his forearm, the Earth passed over his shoulders and drew the oak's neck.
"Glug."
The oak clashes its eyes as it sounds the wind fall.
I twisted the day and took off Earth. When the day falls, blood spills out.
Aggravation.
I've had a bitter bloodbath.
Knng, knng.
I snorted. I smiled without knowing the fragrance.
This is the only blood I can smell.
The energy rises. Mana hasn't even taken it out yet, but her body is full of vitality.
Boong.
At that moment something heavy flew behind my back.
He reaches out and grabs the waist of an oak that flicks his eyes.
The fallen Orc's body is this way, and I'm that way.
I changed my seat.
Quajic.
And one side was going to die.
The orc holding my neck trembled as if struck by lightning. The muscular body stood stiff and moved backwards.
There was a huge axe in his chest. Beyond that, the Orc Warrior is running. The waist was long and bloody, and the face was wrinkled like a frostbite.
"Argh!"
He screams.
Then the rain of arrows poured back up there.
Shh, shh.
The back and shoulders of the Orcs have long flesh.
"Charge!"
Ooooooooooooooooo. Arwen, who squirms with a crying sword, descends on the slope. Royal infantry rush to the slopes with swords and shields.
"Too late."
"Your Majesty is too fast! "
Yonke also yells at Arwen, who grabbed my voice.
A violent voice I've never heard before.
"Argh!"
And a roar full of Orcs' lives.
The day is sunny, and the smell of blood vibrates everywhere.
Body is light and sharp.
"That's good."
I felt like I was going to fly.
"Your Majesty!"
Arwen calls me like a scream.
Krrrrrr.
The Orcs are moving as if they were surrounding me. I saw Arwen lowering his body as if he were going to protrude among the infantrymen.
"Don't come!"
I'm gonna get caught up.
I fixed Earth, and I stabbed my memory.
400 years and much longer.
When the Orc was one of the owners of the continent, not a monster.
At a time when the war never ceased.
Remember when I was called the Mage Gum.
"I piled up the green corpse and raised the mountain. "
This is the poem of an extraordinary hunter who didn't even leave a name.
A song from a poor man who used to hate orcs.
It's not a song about myths, it's not a song about heroes.
"There was a red nail under it. "
It's just a heartless remembrance of my father, who was killed with all his might in the end, and an extraordinary revenge song.
Sing [Revenge Poetry].
The sad and desperate poem resounded to the world without missing a single verse.
Aaaaaaaah.
Earthquake wept.
It is the sword that the master has devoted his soul to those who will soon lose their lives.
Open.
I hit the floor.
The first mourning belonged to the Orc Warrior.
* *
My thirsty mouth echoes. I felt like I was going to be thrown up right away.
I didn't know if it was the tension about the battle, the stench of the Orcs, or Joseph.
He said he had nothing to fight for, that he would be imprisoned in Bona Mana Castle and robbed of the balls of my outsider. He said we just need to keep an eye on him.
I just grumbled and resented the palanquin who sent me here.
"Charge!"
The officer issued a sudden assault order.
Angry and astonished, Joseph grabs the sword and shield and rushes down the ramp.
"Wow!"
I heard the screams of the soldiers, and I was a little relieved. Joseph shouted alongside them.
But it was only Charlna's courage, and it was only a matter of time.
Uh-uh.
Orcs were the difference between when they were seen on the slopes and when they were seen right in front of their noses.
Needless to say, he has a nasty look, and two dizzy heads are high. The muscular dark green body could not be so threatening.
Less.
My legs are running. I wanted to run away right away.
But, uh, I couldn't do that because I was in the front of the line between what I was doing.
I look beside you. I see the face of the Acquaintance Soldier with tension.
Hansdeck.
Even the head of the infantry is facing a lot of pressure.
Hansdeck nods as his eyes meet.
An insignificant nod as Joseph.
"We!"
Hansdeck shouts suddenly.
"Royal Sword! "
The other soldiers shouted right beside him.
"We!"
"Royal Shield! "
Joseph drowned in the endless roar.
The damn prince got us all killed, but what the...
"We are proud soldiers of the Leonberger royal family! "
Soldiers used whale evil.
I can't even hear the roar of some Orcs, but they keep shouting. He continued to use evil as if he had encouraged himself to do so.
"Win under the name of Leonberger! "
"Protect the Prince! "
At first, the frightened soldiers were shouting with courage.
Hemicephaly.
My heart pounds. I didn't have the courage to shout at them.
I thought these damn soldiers would jump at those monsters right away without fear.
"Stay dusty, forward! "
Soldiers are excited to run away, even if they are left alone, and the one in front of them pushes their back.
Kung!
Soldiers roll their feet with their shields overlying the iron plates.
Uh-huh?
One day, he was pushed to the soldiers by a tightly woven dustbin.
"Khhhhhh!"
The Orcs roar.
The moment I encountered the red-eyed man in the face, my pants were wet.
At that instant, someone grabbed my thigh right behind me.
"Son of a bitch! "
It was the soldier right behind him.
When a large back appeared in front of my eyes, I was a little relieved. But the situation has further deteriorated.
Joseph is now stuck in the middle of a crowded infantry camp and is no longer allowed to come and go.
Kung!
The soldiers rolled their feet forward.
I heard the heavy footsteps of the thumping oaks over my back.
"Take the first row of shields! Take the second row of swords! "
Good boy!
Soldiers raise their shields or raise their swords in accordance with the spirit of this corpse.
"Crash!"
The moment he shouts like that, he bangs, and the heat drifts forward.
"Shuck!"
"Evil!"
Along with a horrible scream, the soldier immediately falls to the ground. A rusty axe is stuck on the soldier's shield, which you will not miss to the end.
"Attack!"
A shout burst out right next to him.
At that moment, the soldiers put out their swords.
Above the shoulder of a soldier who has not fallen, or over the head of a soldier who has fallen.
The ten swords protrude forward like a single body.
Joseph, too, drew his sword together in a tangle.
(chuckles)
I felt a strange touch on the tip of the sword.
I never stabbed anyone. But this was different from stabbing a person.
I feel like I have a knife in my frozen coconut butter.
"Krrrr."
An oak stabbed in the armpit stares at Joseph. A big, ignorant hand grabs the blade.
The power is released on the legs. I wanted to throw out the sword and flee like this, but my hand was not extended. And there was a sword in his hand.
The Black Orc is holding it again.
He can't sit down, can't turn around, and just looks at the oak.
Wang!
At that moment, the oak shook with its eyes white.
"Argh!"
A brilliant glow rises behind the screaming oak.
It was here.
Behind the oaks colliding with the front, the knight is running with the sword slanted.
Behind his knees, the vane oaks scream in succession, making a fuss. At that moment, the first column of soldiers, who were hesitant, screamed and raised their bodies.
The unbalanced oaks move backwards.
"Stab!"
Someone shouts. At that moment, two columns of soldiers climb on the oak, grabbing the sword in reverse and shooting it down.
Shh, shh.
If you don't have enough once, if you don't have enough twice, if you don't have enough ten times, if you don't have enough alone, two or three of them will stick together, and you will cut them until the monster dies.
[Cut off the back of the knee. This is your chance when the Orcs lose their balance.]
I said Vincent. I remembered what the eldest son of the lord said.
It was ridiculous. I never thought I'd make it.
Hemicephaly.
The heart beats. A different kind of beating than a little while ago, the courage of not knowing where it came from.
"Wow!"
Following the shouting soldiers, Joseph shouted together.
"Wow... ah... ah..."
But it was so unremarkable.
The fallen Orcs, the soldiers on board, saw the Orcs beyond.
Three times as many Orcs as the ones who just died.
That's how Joseph realized it. The number of Orcs that collided with the line of fire was less than five. Thirty soldiers became one and dealt with only five Orcs.
The fire that burned in my heart went out like a lie. And more than before the fire, Hangi pressed on him.
Exactly.
My body trembled when my thigh hit me. It's been a long time since I've been shaking on the black floor.
Twice as many Orcs turn this way as they did a little while ago. Looking at him, Joseph closed his eyes.
Damn middle-aged bastard.
That's how I waited for death. But no matter how long I waited, I couldn't hear the thumping footsteps that seemed to be coming soon.
Instead, it was a horrible scream.
"Sew it!"
As if he were picking on a pig's neck, Joseph opened his eyes.
"Ew!"
"Turn it off!"
The Orcs are flying in the sky.
with your body separated up, down, or left and right.
Fountains soared everywhere. Such soaring blood embroiders the air like a fog.
Beyond that red fog there was a prince.
With a bird 's-eye view of a stalk that doesn't look like a man.