Chapter 193

My Villains Episode 193

44. Dream (3)

When the sun finally shows its face in the east,

“Roast it!”

The ogres, blinded by the rage at the loss of the shaman, rushed forward screaming.

Ogres are very dangerous monsters.

Like the last example of a giant, they have a large size and strong power, and they form a group of three to thirty at the most.

In addition, they prefer human flesh and enjoy human hunting, so they are said to be the main culprits of ruining rural estates or villages without a proper army.

But that’s the perception of the general public...

Name: B

Level: 25

Class: Blood Knight

Ability: Remaining bonus – 1

Strength – 28 (54) Dexterity – 28 (54)

Health – 27 (51) Magic – 24 (42) )

Skill:

Blade of Blood 7pt Looting 5pt

Shield of Blood 3pt Red Grasp lpt Flowing Blood 5pt Hot Blood 3pt

Legendary Lineage lpt

Thirst 4pt Bloodthirst 2pt Blood Vortex 2pt

To me, who became a monster far beyond the level of a criminal, the ogre wasn’t very threatening. With a bit of exaggeration, it’s to the point where it looks like a slightly larger human.

So I pulled out my Hrunting and ran towards them.

“uh! That me-”

“Nari!”

The mercenaries who had just joined the party let out a shrieking sound with a stunned expression.

I darted forward and shook off the surprise that followed. Then he kicked the ground with all his might, outpacing the dawn that was spreading westward.

“Bake it!”

The leading ogre swung a club close to the log. I flung my body obliquely to the right and let out a hrunting.

Poo-wook.

The milky-white blade that pierced the thick belly skin was half gone. Then, he felt something catch on his jaw at the tip of the knife. I tightened my mouth and twisted my waist like a baseball bat.

The vertebrae were cut with a heavy thud. The ogre, whose waist had been cut in half, tumbled across the ground spilling blood and internal organs. The blade

,

which had been pure white, was soaked with oily blood. As the bloody blade flicked on his tongue, Hrun Ting, already long for a one-handed sword, grew about 20 centimeters longer.

After the shaman and another fellow fell, the ogres screamed and brandished their weapons. Among them, the one holding a crude but huge stone ax pointed at me.

“Koagral—!”

It’s funny how they use greenskin words on the subject of brown skin spouting red blood.

I breathed in as I thought. Is it because of

the “whoop”

mood?

I didn’t even use the ‘thirst’ skill, but the world seems to have slowed down a bit.

“Haah —”

I took half of my breath with a slow breath.

and swung the sword

The fat ogre clad in bast skin was scraped off, cut off both elbows of the guy who was lifting the stone axe, and put the point of the knife under the club wielded by the guy with the protruding jaw, split it in the groin, and saw the young guy who opened his mouth in astonishment. Grabbing his neck with his left hand, he swung around 360 degrees like a pole dancer, slicing through the necks and chests of the three attacking guys with the tip of a knife, and acting as a pole, he drew a lot of blood from the young guy with his neck squeezed and sprayed blood on the fleeing guys.

“Break it up-”

Two of the ogres, who were trying to get them out quickly after seeing their people being slaughtered, rolled on the floor with their hamstrings and calf heels full of bloodstains.

“Hmm.” The magic power was quite strong, so the power of blood was quite usable, but the range was still terrible. Because of that, the three ogres were pulling their tails toward the forest with their bodies intact.

Just when I was thinking about whether I should pursue them.

Soooooong!

With a bloody blast, two frost awls the length of my arms cut through the air. A window of transparent ice and fine pieces of ice scattered behind it flashed at dawn.

One frost awl stuck in the middle of the back of a small ogre, and the other tore off the neck of the fellow next to it. It must have been Bona Mana Ellen’s spell.

And the last one who was lucky enough to survive was hit in the shoulder by a crossbow that flew silently.

“Kwuck!”

The ogre, with its exceptionally large tusks, ignored the small crossbow bolts clinging to its thick skin and continued running toward the forest. As I entered the forest entrance, I suddenly stepped forward with foam at my mouth and fell out.

tadak.

A bundle that had been climbing up a tree in the back just a moment ago appeared in the forest. The guy approached the fallen ogre and strangled him with a thick rope.

I was about to scold Ellen, Heila blinked a couple of times before opening her mouth.

“The meat is tough. Pigs in the middle are usually like that.”

“that’s right. Pigs are like that, and there is absolutely nothing to eat in the central region.”

Ellen, who was watching me, quickly got up from her seat and sat down near the rock behind her. Then I closed my eyes and meditated.

Really quick to notice...

While I was accusing Mira, she continued.

“Every time I have a meal, I long for my hometown.”

“Lidburn’s pork is delicious. It smells savory and fragrant.”

After hearing Heila’s words, the mercenary ‘Esson’, who was eating at the bonfire next to him, suddenly turned his head.

“Leadburn pigs are difficult to raise, so they are very expensive. Have you tried them?”

“huh. I enjoyed it. At least once or twice a month.”

“As expected, a noble lady... I’m a native of Leadburn, and I think I ate it twice a year.”

When Esson said that, scratching his chubby cheek, Mira asked in surprise.

“twice a year? Mr. Esson seems to have lived quite a while?”

“Oh, not like that. My father helped out with chores at the monastery. So sometimes I get some sausage and eat it.” “monastery?”

“okay. It’s called ‘Saint Montatra Monastery’, and it’s a place north of Remerick-” In the aftermath of the

battle, the breakfast that started out a little subdued gradually became noisy.

“It’s an unusual feat.”

Utequai murmured as he sat on the tree trunk behind me and emptied his third bowl of Dora soup.

“......what?”

He swallowed the rabbit pie in one bite and answered.

“It’s Heila.”

“Heyla?” “right. You get along well with people below you without losing your dignity. It is an unusual feat.”

Before I knew it, around 10 people gathered around Heila and started talking.

Not only Steedman Mira Esson, who has a good sense of humor, but also Simos, a former magician, Umberta, who is wary, and Cole, who has been in trouble with the vicious Fritz Heila.

Even the wadchi that had been attached to me for a while had been squatting next to Heila, sipping honey tea.

“...do you even have any tricks?”

“Everybody likes Heila except you and Ellen. Feats or something.”

“Without me and Ellen? Then you?”

As I frowned, Utequai shrugged.

“Me too.”

“Why are you? While not talking well with Heila.”

“Heila Darran kel writes. not very strong The Great Warrior cannot get close.”

Ummm what is Darran kel....... Ah.

“Wicked sorcery or blood sorcery?”

“right. He uses blood manipulation, but controls himself well.”

“A person who is good at controlling himself takes an entire estate as a hostage?”

“It’s better than you who lose your temper all the time.”

“...this bastard hits the bone.”

When I grumbled, Utequai continued with a chuckle.

“I know you are trying. To be patient and have a reputation.” “It must be meditation.” “Right meditation. Good way. I’ve said it a few times, but I need to learn from Heila. Darran kel is a woman who knows better than you.”

“......Uh”

......K

That’s true a hundred times, but...

I was scratching my eyebrows, and I suddenly had a question and looked back at Utequai.

“But you say you don’t mix with a guy who uses blood magic? Then me?”

Utequai clicked his tongue loudly at my question.

“Phoenix is still stupid. A friend is someone who ignores even a single stain.”

“...This bastard is also good at making strange noises.”

He burst into laughter again, so I got up from my seat and gestured to the middle-aged mercenary, Concur.

Then he raised the charcoal maker’s family, who had been watching him while nibbling on the beef jerky, and brought them to me.

“Now, I’ll fill my stomach.”

I put my wrist on Hrunting’s permal and looked back at my family.

For some reason, the young couple’s complexions turned pale. Even while their parents were trembling, the little girl was looking up at me with an expressionless face.

“Where can I get an explanation?”

Saying that, he smiled, and the child who was possessed by the devil also smiled at him.

...Well, it’s kind of ominous.