The Barbarian Became a Necromancer

097.

My shoulder feels sore from the storm sword I used to enter this place.

He slowly relaxed and stared straight ahead.

I don’t know what to do with my actions.

His shirt was half wet with cold sweat.

It’s dirty.

“Do you think I will kill you?”

“no!”

The answer is immediate.

Patrick and his colleagues, who were equipped with the etiquette they had laid down, were immobile.

“You seem to have a strong sense of nobility, but be careful with your words and actions. Because you don’t know if the person you’re dealing with is a royal family hiding their identity or a high-ranking warrior.”

“I will be careful.”

Saying good things once is enough.

If this doesn’t change, mercy ends here.

“What you have seen and experienced here. Tell me from beginning to end.”

I glanced at the map.

Two dots were approaching there, visible only to my eyes.

‘It looks like Alteon is finished.’

there is still room

Patrick, who was emotional, smeared saliva on his lips.

“Can I ask you something?”

“Listen and judge.”

“Its pattern and appearance. I came across it through newspapers or rumors. if… Are you an undefeated warrior?”

“okay. It is Lokram.”

“Huh!”

Patrick sighed.

The reaction of others is the same.

Is it that surprising?

“It’s an honor to meet you! I still yearn for the story of how the mid-level demons that invaded the academy were cut in one blow!”

“I’m not holding you back to share rubbish.”

“I’m sorry.”

If you let go of the pressure a little, you’ll be tailed right away.

Patrick soon told me how he got into this place and what he had been through.

“The guide opened the door and went back. He was a very mysterious man. Even though I was blindfolded, I acted like a normal person.”

“I guess he wasn’t your average guide.”

“I think so. After entering this place, we set out to explore the artifact. To increase performance, securing valuable artifacts is the priority.”

The battle with the demon army was not the only way to build performance.

The warriors spread across the continent build up their performance in various ways.

Inventing magic or weaponry that will help in the war situation, or developing new potions or magic tools.

Exploring the ruins is one way.

It is to return with an artifact and increase the development value of the site.

“So, did you find the artifact?”

It is an opportunity to benefit beyond the hero’s secret skill.

However, artifacts were not easily obtainable.

“None. This is an empty city. There is a huge hole in the center, but I couldn’t dare go through it.”

“Is it because of the vibration?”

“that’s right. But it’s not just vibrations.”

The wizard who had been helping Patrick a little while ago took a step forward.

“My name is Jane Grey. A 4th circle mage.”

“What do you mean it’s not just vibrations?”

“I heard a groan. The magical power contained in it made it impossible for us to even dare to go.”

“What kind of magic was it?”

“That’s me too… Ugh, I’m sorry.”

Shrinking at my gaze, she apologized.

I passed it lightly and stood up.

“This is enough. you go out It just gets in the way.”

“Do you intend to stay, Lokram?”

“It is.”

“Dangerous! really fall apart… !”

Coogg!

Ahhh… !

A violent vibration overshadowed Patrick’s concerns.

Goosebumps gave rise to the faintly audible screams in between.

‘what.’

It’s like a scream in terrible pain, or it’s like a high-pitched scream with the thought of letting everyone go.

I feel whatever has happened.

‘Dark magic.’

The fledgling wizard in front of you is a secret waveform that you don’t even notice.

It was spreading through every corner of the city like phosphorus ripples on a calm lake.

What is the reason?

Every result has a purpose before it.

You need to know for what purpose you are doing this and for what result.

That way you can deal with it.

“Can I go out?”

“Mo, I don’t know. The place we are going now is the last road that is considered the exit, but… .”

Patrick takes out a map while talking gibberish.

I reached out and was handed a map.

‘As expected, it’s a circular city. It seems to have divided the compartments, but it seems that the function has been lost for a long time. This middle.’

There is a huge building named Observatory.

According to Patrick, there should be a sinkhole.

The words didn’t match.

‘I don’t think he lied.’

Therefore, it is correct to assume that the sinkhole was created after the city was destroyed.

It’s an observatory anyway.

What did they build such a huge building to observe in such a closed city?

As the question deepened, I came to a conclusion.

‘Investigate the sinkhole.’

Everything says there is something there.

It’s time to leave.

I asked Patrick one last time.

“Have you ever seen a graveyard that seems to honor a hero while researching this place?”

“Cemetry… Haven’t you seen it before?”

“Yeah, no.”

At Jane’s agreement, Patrick met my eyes.

“Looks like none.”

“… good.”

That’s it for this stupid low-ranking warrior party.

But they wanted to help me with the performance.

He must be doing this because following a high-ranking hero and completing important quests will also help build performance.

“I thought you said you didn’t need any help?”

“Yeah, but he’s a hero in name and color! Even though it’s a low class, I’m sure there won’t be anything to catch Lokram-sama’s ankles!”

“no. not sure You will catch it.”

After those words, he moved on without hesitation.

they couldn’t catch me

After watching myself walking away, I headed back to where I originally planned to go.

***

Seira was chased.

An uninvited guest that I became aware of as I moved.

Their blatant black magic was full of murderous intent.

‘I’m trying to be tenaciously surrounded. After all, the purpose is to kill.’

It is a situation where the body was taken out leaving a dark trace.

Seira waited for an opportunity while holding her breath in the bushes.

Conflict continues to convey information.

their location. their actions. their responses, etc.

Right in front. One guy tries to follow the trail.

The waist, which seemed to be slowly lowered, was clear.

She stopped breathing.

It was fired as if a tight string was being released.

Dealing with the majority and taking your body out is not the answer.

Now, even in the city, in such a limited space, rabbits are being chased.

Awesome!

Seira chose to counterattack.

It is a classic way to defeat each one.

As the broken-up guy tumbled across the floor, the rest rushed in.

The daggers of those who occupied all directions, front and rear, were terrifying.

Then, a loud cry hit her ears.

“Variable! Move like I said before!”

Move and leave a mark.

Freedom to act on it.

Seira quickly changed her purpose.

Deal with them all and follow his words.

An aura that burned like a flame swept the surroundings once.

Kwa Hung!

The aura that dwells in the wind derived from movement forms the blade as it is.

Even if they use daggers to block them, they are specialized in ambush.

It was impossible to receive the mid-level warrior’s sword attack head-on.

Seoeo-eok!

More bodies added.

they didn’t care

As if an all-out war is not a long term, they shoot memorization and use curses.

“Kuk!”

Seira drove away the curse by biting her lip.

It is a low-level curse spell.

This level can be shaken off by cycling the aura.

However, the problem was still the interference of the guys with numerical superiority.

“It’s just not working, so you’re doing tricks!”

I hit the poisoned arrow that had hit me with the scimitar.

From daggers to shortbows to curse spells.

Small and light, but deadly.

It was a feast of techniques that even bothered me.

these are hyenas

They traveled in groups and knew how to deal with predators.

Chaechaechaeng!

Sparks are constantly popping up.

Depending on the position that was reversed in an instant, the scimitar that I swung raised metal in all directions.

We have to make a gap in the pincer attack that doesn’t even give them a chance to rest.

Seira’s eyes lit up.

The speed at which one guy threw memorization was slow.

She dug through that weak gap.

bang! Pushes away the aura-enhanced body.

In front of the assailant who arrived without knowing the surface of the ground.

He cut his forehead with a pommel, not a blade.

Quick!

“Kheuk!”

I grabbed the collar of the crumbling guy and put it in front like a shield.

Bububuk! All kinds of weapons embedded in the body of the fainted guy.

I threw it at them, ignoring it.

Now that I have about a second to spare.

Seira made use of that golden hour.

dance a sword dance

At that time, he did not rest like when he dealt with the Dark Lord’s subordinates.

The moment when the stream of air that had gathered soon flowed through her body.

“Suck!”

The wind materialized along with the spirited spirit.

It is a wind barrier applied to the flame and wind chaser.

Their attacks were no longer feared.

Like now, all the memorization that could have been stuck in the body is headed in the wrong direction.

The wind flowing through Seira’s body was twisting the trajectory of all attacks.

“Wouldn’t it be nice if we only attacked?”

situation is reversed.

Knowing that, they also chose to run away.

She wasn’t the type to let this go.

Killed or missed most of them in a short while, but managed to make sure one was captured alive.

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Just in case, they bind him to prevent suicide.

He was gagged and his limbs restrained.

By infiltrating the aura and dispersing even the flow of black magic, he was no different from a normal person.

“Who are you?”

There is amazement in his bloodshot eyes.

The reaction that I never dreamed that such a talented person would come.

With the momentum not to answer, it was necessary to break that resolution.

“Don’t expect that just being silent will make you feel comfortable.”

The hero is a small elite infiltrator.

In other words, it is an existence that was thoroughly created to sever the head of the demon king.

Of course, infiltration, concealment, and torture are taught in various ways.

Saira taught all of that.

I was used to this situation.

The way the truth comes out of the mouth of a wicked person who handles black magic.

“You will want to talk soon.”

A gust of wind rose from her finger.

The sharp awl dug into the man’s ear hole.

***

“I guess you had an attacker too.”

I found Seira’s mark and moved.

There were bloodstains all over her body.

“are you okay. It’s not even my blood.”

As I said, there were no major injuries.

The smooth leather armor clinging to the body was also unblemished.

“Did you capture it alive for information?”

“Yes, did you stick with Lokram too?”

“Stuck. I was subdued, just like you.”

“Still, we should exchange information, right?”

“It should be.”

Leaving behind the assailant who died of torture, he took a seat in a wide field.

“There are three things that I have found out, broadly speaking.”

“Tell me first.”

I killed the guy Alteon had captured alive and found out the details.

But there was no information about the location of the graveyard or who was leading them.

There was only a dark fog as if covered by black magic.

It was the same with Seira.

“They came from the center. The total number is 48, and the purpose is to secure the secret wishes of the elves.”

“That is what I found out.”

“Then there is no need to explain. What is the wheel of reincarnation?”

I asked while wiping the bloodstains from the armor.

I know that’s the purpose too.

But when asked what it was, the answer was ambiguous.

Because like her, I couldn’t figure out what it was.

“everyone!”

Then, an uninvited guest interrupted our conversation.

It is the approach of the six points that I was paying attention to with the map.

I expected it, but still.

“I had my doubts when I first heard that Shout was used, but Lokram-sama’s colleague was right.”

Patrick came over.

He came here with the party and Elten.

Their faces were not very bright.

I pushed back the approaching Elten and faced him.

“Can’t you find the exit?”

“Yes, but there are places left that I didn’t check last.”

Why do Elten and the guys I met here have such overlapping destinations?

“So, by the way, can we go down the hole with you?”

“ha.”

At his polite request, I brushed my hair.

Of course, the answer was fixed.

“no.”