Chapter - 504 Episode 504. My kids are mean. (4)

Whoosh!

"Growl……."

The side of the neck was cut about an inch and the body relaxed. However, due to his desperate twist, he was able to avoid being decapitated by the sword.

One.

Pa-a-aaa.

The burning pain passed through the side of the warp, and something swept through the open chest.

I could see a sword being recovered from the eyes of the enraptured ice lord. The gaze that climbed up the sword finally met the icy face.

insensitive eyes with no emotion in them

It sank so cold that just looking at it made my body cool down.

"You……."

Oh, my god!

What he said was no longer continuous. The sword, which moved again, cut off the Ice Ageist's neck and blew it away with Ho Gong.

Flop.

The decapitated body collapsed to the floor.

"You should have been careful."

Chung-Myung smiled and looked around slightly.

"Next?"

Fear was young in the eyes of the Ice Age, which lost its commander in a blink of an eye.

"Ah……. Ah…….”

"Da, run!"

"Jump! Die!"

The terrorists began to run away throwing weapons. Some rolled toward the stairs of the wall, and some even jumped down the wall.

Chung-Myung smacked his lips when he saw the empty space around him.

"Tsk. Kids these days don't have any.”

Hey! When I was you, huh?

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There's no need to say it.

Yosa Hon's face was boundless.

'The author...'

That is obviously strange.

He didn't know that ice lord. This kind of price didn't exist when he was an elder of the Bingo.

However, at a glance, the ability of the Ice Age was not unusual.

It's a matter of course.

Ice Age Daeju refers to a person who is in charge of a military force. Muins don't easily follow people who are basically not stronger than themselves. Among them, those who have risen to the position of archrival are bound to be strong.

But how many seconds does he lose his voice?

That was something even Yosa Hon couldn't do.

No matter how strong that Chung-Myung is, Hwasan Sinryong, he deserved to fight for more than a hundred seconds if he properly faced the Ice Age Daeju.

It should never have happened to me to run away at once.

But the ridiculous scene actually unfolded before his eyes.

Yosa Hon's body trembled.

Only Yosa Hon would understand what that means here.

Unguarded?

Yes, I'm off guard. In fact, it was the fault of Ice Ageism who lost concentration on the battlefield.

But Yosa Hon couldn't blame the Ice Age.

The battlefield says you shouldn't let go of the tension for a moment, but how many people can actually do it?

Just for a second.

The insight that accurately identifies gaps that cannot be excessive. And the determination to jump into the middle of the enemy without hesitation based on that judgment.

In addition, the boldness of the sword in a situation where a single mistake may lead to death.

'Monsterly....’

I would not have been so surprised if that young swordsman had killed all the ice sheets on the walls of the castle. That's something that can be explained by a martial decree.

However, such determination and boldness are not just strong. Isn't it something that even Yosa Hon, who has fought countless battles all her life, can't dare?"What the hell…."

It was then.

Chung-Myung, who pushed the Amhyang Plum Blossom Sword into the sword's house by spinning around once, stomped along and leaned his head straight into the wall.

"A lot of people are here.”

Climbing the ramparts was a success, but the war was only beginning. The power of the bingo will never be like this.

Then Chung-Myung, who turned his head, sang Yosa Hon.

"Old man!"

"Uh, huh? Me?"

"Yes. Tell the rest of you to come up quickly! It's not some kind of limp."

They're not slow, you're like flying squirrels.

Chung-Myung, with his tongue clipped, pointed below the wall.

"What are you going to do?"

"…what?"

"Ha. You're being so frustrating."

Chung-Myung banged his heart like he was really frustrated.

Yosa Hon shrank slightly. If it had been before, Chung-Myung would have said nothing but every word of Chung-Myung's movement bothered me.

"I heard you're trying to persuade a little boy."

"He, he did."

"They're all in moderation over there, and it's high up here, so I think it's a pretty good situation to talk to, so what are you going to do?"

Yosa Hon nodded slightly blankly.

You were thinking about that in this situation?’

It didn't seem very wise on the surface, but rather, it was several times more calm than Yosa Hon.

"I'm afraid I've misjudged you.”

"…What did you think?”

The answer came from behind, not from Yosa Hon.

"Pseudo Master."

"A bratless little man."

"Never-ending snout."

"To hell with...….”

"Come on out, my last dork."

Hye Yeon flinched and hid behind Baek Cheon.

"Is he hiding?"

"Oh, Amitabha! Amitabha Buddha!

Yosa Hon sighed as she watched Chung-Myung grab Hye Yeon's bald head.

'What a surprise.'

Thanks to Hawasan's students' lead, everyone was able to climb the walls safely, not to mention sacrifices.

I didn't know whether that Chung-Myung was in the lead thinking this far or if the situation happened to be right. But it was fortunate for them anyway.

"Chung-Myung아. You don't grab a monk's head."

"Sasuk. You're not supposed to hold a monk's head, you're not supposed to hold a person's head."

"Uh…, isn't it?"

Jo-Gol tilted his head as he looked at those who were a little relaxed.

"Don't you go down to the boarding house? What are you doing in the middle of a fight?”

"Walk."

"Yes!"

"……there are not many people behind us yet. If we fight in small numbers, we'll only be able to defeat each other."

"Oh……."

Jo-Gol finally understood and looked back. Then, he tilted his head as if he didn't understand again.

"Why can't you come up when no one is interrupting you?"

“…….”

Baek Cheon was about to say something but closed his mouth. Because he happened to be thinking the same thing.

"There's no rush. It's not like the enemy is running away. The important thing is that we make every effort."

This was purely a considerate remark for the North Sea.

Most understood his intentions, but unfortunately there was one terribly tactless person in Hwasan.

"It's the same for them to be prepared at this hour.….”

"Walk."

"What?"

"Are your muzzles itchy? Do you want me to beat you up?”

"……No, the death penalty."When Yoon-Jong glared, Jo-Gol looked sullen and bowed his head.

Yosa Hon blushed with shame at their conversation.

'I didn't expect our skills to drag them down.’

No matter how long they may not be able to do their job, most of them are the elders and elite of the past bingo.

There's nothing less than those young disciples of Hwasan.

But strangely, they were leading the situation. This means there's something about them that they can't explain without force.

I'm surprised many times today.

I know I shouldn't fall into this sentiment on the day I decide the fate of the North Sea, but it was hard to control the emotions that I felt when I heard that he was a human being.

"So what are you going to do?"

At Chung-Myung's words, Yosa Hon looks grim.

"I know it's better to keep your distance under military law."

"Yes."

"But I think I'd rather go down the ramparts."

"Why?"

When asked by Chung-Myung, he spoke calmly.

"You have to show them the spirit of the Little Palace. No matter how good the fighters may be, it will be hard to confirm that the small palace lord is the child of the former palace lord at such a distance and so high."

"Oh, so you're going to take her there and put her in front of the guys with the knives?"

Chung-Myung pointed toward Hanyi Myeong and asked. Solso Baek, who had been on Hanyi Myeong's back, flinched slightly and looked at Chung-Myung.

"…that's."

Hanyi Myeong, who had been silent all along as Yosa Hon mumbled as if she was speechless, helped.

"I know what the seal is concerned about. But if you don't do that, everyone will die anyway. And the small palace owner is even more so.”

"Hmm."

"This is the best I can do. Please understand."

Chung-Myung nodded heartily.

"Well, if that's the way the North Sea is, I don't want to risk it. Everyone has their own way.”

"Thank you for your understanding."

"However."

Chung-Myung's face cooled down for a moment.

"As long as you say it's the best thing to do, you'll have to be the first to die when things go wrong. That's the responsibility.”

“…….”

"Let's go down. I think they're very angry over there, too.

Chung-Myung grinned and looked down from the wall.

Solchon Sang's face was red and blue, not relentlessly distorted.

"This……."

He saw an ice sheet running away from the wall in shock.

"That coward thing!"

The Ice Age was a new force force that was specially trained after he ascended to the throne of the palace. The idea was that as the walls were built high, they could be more useful than any other military force when someone from the outside came in.

But what's his face when those people run away from him?

"Ice King, you idiot!"

Solchon Sang's angry gaze turned up the wall. On the high wall, other than the ice belt were looking down at him.

His pride was completely crushed.

I clenched my fist to the point of bleeding and ground my teeth to the point of crushing, but I couldn't relieve my anger.

"What are you doing? Get them out of here right now!"

"Ex, my lord. If we go back up the wall, the damage will be too great."

"Well, you're saying we'll just see what he'

The elder, who spoke straight, quickly lowered his head as soon as Solchon Sang's bloody eyes turned to him."And you are the proud fighters of the Bingo! Those who don't know this shame!"

What is more important than pride is the life of the Bingo Islands.

I don't know who doesn't know that here, but...….

'It's wrong from the beginning.’

No one could tell the palace about it. If you do, your neck will be the first to run away.

There was no such thing as courage to risk their lives on those who abandoned what they should not for their own safety.

"Bring them in front of me right now! I'll make sure those bastards are saved...….”

"Old Lord!"

"Hm?"

"Hey, hey!"

Solchon Sang turned his head in question.

That's right away.

A man was leisurely descending from the wall.

"I……."

Solchon Sang's face was momentarily distorted like a demon.

It was Chung-Myung who threw off his leather clothes and revealed his unclothed clothes embroidered with plum blossoms, the symbol of Hwasan. He climbed down the stairs and walked leisurely toward them.

"Long time no see, my lord?"

Solchon Sang's face turned red in an instant as he greeted with a calm face.

"You... you're going to tear it to death!"

A loud voice rang in the air.

"I have done you a favor, and the people of the Middlelands are avenging you! Brutal……!”

"Oh, that's a misunderstanding. I'm a man who pays back twice as much as he does."

"What?"

"But this isn't the case."

The smile slowly faded from Chung-Myung's face. The place where the laughter disappeared was filled with cold air.

"I don't see anyone holding hands with a demon as a human being."

“…….”

"There's no such thing as a favor to pay back to Markyo's dog. There's only a sword."

It was a bitter and cold streak.

A cold chill that crossed the high wall wound around the ice palace.