CH 138

. How a dead person shakes the battlefield (1)

Human, you, what the hell is...?

Caracal asked again.

His pupils were still trembling, but that wasn't the point now.

How is your opponent... .

How the hell did the Frostblade clan .

Do you know about the essence of the soul. Are you curious about this?

Yeah, yes.

The essence of the soul.

Literally, it is a jewel containing the Blessing of the ancestors of the Frostblade tribe.

Well, to borrow the words of the Ice Trolls, yes.

In fact, it was the crystallization of the mana that flowed out when the battle-crazed fighters died while fighting each other.

'I'll have to go over here like a hole in the wall.'

Jinhyuk picked up a suitable scenario on the spot.

Let's see.

The genre is Can you do it with 'Medieval Fantasy'?

[Lv1 'faint body odor' is activated.]

The body odor emanating from Jinhyuk's body gradually faded.

I hope this is!

An earthquake struck Caracal's pupil.

I am not surprised by the skill to simply hide body odor.

I was surprised by the unique mana that flows from skill.

'As expected.'

The corners of Jinhyuk's lips went up.

Also 'hero'

When it comes to grade level, you have no choice but to notice the origin of that skill.

"Were you belonging to the Empire ?"

A sigh escaped from Caracal's mouth.

At the same time, my head began to spin rapidly.

'is it.'

If so, then all of this makes sense.

The absurd strength that the opponent possesses.

What we know about the essence of the Frostblade clan.

Everyone was right if the hypothesis was that they were members of an empire with enormous power and information.

Yeah. I'm from there. I've been moderately mixed with the players for the past few days.

The 'faint body odor' was received from the 'Kalladium Kingdom', one of the kingdoms belonging to the empire when they attacked the psychiatric ward.

It is a skill that the assassins of the empire mainly use, and because it exerted a strong influence on the 5th floor, the skill itself was imbued with the unique mana of the empire.

Caracal recognized that.

Of course, even that was what Jinhyuk had expected.

As he succeeded to the chieftain, he must have inherited the knowledge of the previous chieftain, so you should know.

Jinhyuk continued his speech without changing his expression.

"As you know, our empire is strong. Of course, I also have the skills that I have been sent directly from the imperial family."

There is no need to explain why you are with the players or why you have come down to the lower level of the tower instead of the middle level.

On the contrary, it will play a role in strengthening the other person's confidence even more if he is hiding it in moderation.

Furthermore.

The first condition of copying.

-One. Defeat your opponent in a duel against Caracal.

There is nothing in this sentence that says that you have to physically stamp and press.

In other words, all you have to do is break the will of your opponent in some way.

'The second condition for drinking is that this will only be possible when all of this is over, so first of all, this is enough.'

And to support that expectation.

The Dou Qi emanating from Caracal's body subsided in an instant.

The tip of the window pointed downwards.

"What do you want from us while doing this?"

Simultaneously with resignation, a voice with a little expectation flowed out.

At the end of those words... .

[The first copy condition has been completed.]

A blue status window appeared in front of Jinhyuk.

Again, as expected.

Now all that's left is to put the wedge in.

All I want is war.

Jinhyuk said briefly.

Then Caracal's expression darkened sharply.

"War war?"

Yeah. The vampires and annoying demons. I'll have to clean up everything this time.

I was thinking of inflicting such a fatal blow that I couldn't even show my face for a while.

It was appropriate for them to stay in hiding and lick their wounds.

If we hold hands with you, do you think we can win the fight against them?

I can't promise a lot. With me, you'll lose a lot of clan members.

If you deal with blood relatives and demons, no matter how much the Frost Blades tribe, the damage is bound to be large.

Half of the warriors... No, maybe more than that.

Warriors are ready to die at any time. The problem is the non-combatants. If our betrayal is known ... and if we are defeated, the tribe itself may disappear.

That's right. Obviously, there is a possibility.

Jinhyuk did not deny it.

In the worst case scenario, you have to endure it.

nevertheless... .

Are you okay with this? Seriously, it's about whether you're satisfied with just living your life.

Isn't it okay? But, it might be better than cutting off the tribe's pulse. At least...

no.

Jinhyuk cut off Caracal's words.

It's a life that's not even dead.

Life as a slave couldn't have any meaning.

It is more valuable to fight against it, even if you die in an ugly struggle.

"Yeah. Maybe maybe."

It gave off an expression as if Caracal was swallowing molten iron.

Drops of blood flowed from between his clenched fists as he struck the bone.

Well, if I'm with you, will the tribe survive?

As I said before, I can't promise you a lot.

But,

Only one thing. As much as this can promise.

Honor and pride.

And .

Freedom. I'll let you keep it.

...!

Just a few words lined up.

But the meaning of the three words could not be compared with anything else.

Honor and pride... freedom... la.

Caracal pondered the words slowly.

They were treated as a strong race only in the lower floors of the tower, but there is an upper level at the top.

Trolls have always been exploited only by stronger races and forces.

It was used freely as needed, and as the need ceased to exist, it was immediately disposed of.

It was just a long-term horse used by the powerful to expand the tower's territory.

That was the life they lived.

It was fate to live in the future.

By the way.

A man appeared who offered to break that bondage.

It's a short meeting, less than an hour. It was only natural that there was not enough time to trust anyone.

But why?

Caracal felt that the weight of those words was by no means light.

pounding! pounding! pounding!

Caracal's heart began to beat wildly.

Because for the first time, I believed that a life that had only lost hope and had been submissive could be changed.

A heart that had dried and twisted for a long time, lost its function, was beating.

"From the first time I saw him I thought he was an interesting person."

It's different from the bluffers who just talk.

There was a strange charm in what Jinhyuk said.

There was also the ability to back up that charm.

I don't care if you're a player or you're from the Empire.

Even if this is the wrong choice.

Even if this leads to more miserable words.

We are .

Caracal decided.

I will no longer live as a slave.

The Frostblade clan will fight.

Koooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

Oooh!

It's a battle! Raise your weapon!

Freedom! Death to enemies!

A huge shout echoed along the shore of the lake.

Now the counterattack begins.

It is quite far from 'Dreamsu Lake'.

Several men and women were gathered in a place where the white snow was dyed black.

The first things that stood out were Berthion and Ophelia.

And next to it was a Hosenveld from the Mine Association.

The reason everyone's facial expressions aren't good is probably because things didn't go as planned.

right then

The man who was sitting on the rock opened his mouth.

...You mean that strong? Is that Kang Jin-hyuk a human?

Berthion and Ophelia were also beautiful, but nothing compared to this man.

Silver hair that reached to her shoulders, eyes bright red like ruby.

The aura emanating from the white skin was truly admirable.

If you ever run into someone on the street, it's a level that anyone can look back on at least once.

However.

It wasn't just his looks that made this man great.

Title, 'Black Wings' that can only be obtained by those who directly serve the six great heads of state.

And the man, Michael, was pure-blood who was in charge of that part.

trembling

Berthion and Ophelia's bodies trembled thinly.

Michael's position was so absolute that even two blood relatives, who had been so hard-headed, did not even dare to make eye contact.

Yeah. I'm angry, but it seemed that we could barely deal with it if we both jumped in.

Ophelia, who shook her head, answered politely.

On the other hand, Berthion immediately objected.

Ophelia! What a...! No. It was definitely a little annoying, but it was only because I was careless. If you give me one more chance, I'm sure I'll be able to hold your breath.

Hey. Give me one more chance?

Yes.

Berthion sharpened his molars and burned his will.

I'd love to do that for a cute subordinate too, but I can't afford to waste my number on useless things, as long as it's already deviated from the original plan.

Yeah? We've been pushed back a bit, but so far we've done a lot more...

no.

Michael's gaze turned to the distant sky.

Then the rest raised their heads.

As I concentrated my mind, I saw small machines that could almost be called dots flying. If it wasn't for Michael, it would have been difficult to notice.

It's fun. They spy on this place through rats...

Wait, are you saying that they've figured out the location of this place?

It seems that way. It seems that you have grasped all the important points of the forest. I thought that someone with a little brain would find this place someday, but this is too fast, even if it is fast.

Michael grinned.

It was an innocent smile, as if something fun had happened for a long time.

I'll have my men shoot down those drones right away. And I'll even bring the drone pilot alive.

This time, it was Hossenveld.

Such abilities will only be effective within a certain range of the user.

In other words, it means that enemies are also present near the drone.

But this time, Michael shook his head.

Don't you think it's strange? That those who know exactly where we are in this vast forest are so poorly exposed where they are?

...are you saying it's a trap?

Otherwise, it wouldn't make sense.

And the reason for this distraction... .

I'm going to aim for the ice trolls.

Yes. nothing but that

While we were tying our eyes to the separate building, the other side must have headed towards the freshwater lake where the ice trolls are.

Perhaps a guy named Jinhyuk Kang thought he could defeat Caracal, the chieftain of the Frostblade clan. Or or .

'You think you can convince me.'

Considering that the blood relatives treated the trolls badly, the latter was more likely.

'Are you going to make them turn their spears this way?'

If one of the three races can be dissolved, the win rate of humans will rise a little.

Besides, there will be more hidden numbers when you see them behaving recklessly.

I couldn't ignore the possibility that there were other forces besides Elise who looked after me.

'That's fun.'

Putting the situation together, it means that the opponent also has his own preparations for victory.

But all of that is a story when these backgrounds are not discovered.

You looked at me too funny.

Michael got up from his seat.

I admit that even human beings wear their own hair, but that's all.

Having experienced numerous battlefields and crossing over four limbs.

And the one who lives and breathes until the very end.

Because it was you and no one else.

"I will explain what to do from now on."