Chapter 338

My Villains Episode 338

58. Reunion (7)

Five thick pillars of blood rushed across each other. It was a vicious attack that could easily tear a troll or two to pieces.

Prior to this, the troll psychic danced. He was half-bent at the waist, swaying, moving his steps in a ridiculous stance, and waving his hands.

The spirits of nature responded to the bizarre gesture.

The spirits of the wind floating on the wind, the spirits of the flames hiding in the flames covering the camp, the spirits of the earth that have been dormant beneath their feet for countless years, and even the spirits of the beasts that once ruled the highlands.

“Koagan thuc zorkul-”

the psychic let out a deep, strange cry that seemed to have been pulled from the stomach. The meaning was unknown, but it was clearly the language of the greenskins.

Suddenly, it reminds me of ‘The Sleeping God’s Territory’, which I often encountered in Expedition Mode. Orcs, goblins, ogres, and trolls claimed to be the descendants of these ancient gods and maintained their civilization...

The trolls who speak the language must have originated there.

Woo Woo Woo –

It was the wind spirit who answered the troll psychic’s call the fastest.

Biting winds blew through the hills, creating gray whirlwinds up to 15 meters high. It was a wind spirit with a high rank and a gigantic shape with three pairs of arms.

The high-ranking wind spirit roared silently and blocked the way of the mediums and warriors.

In the next moment, Heyla’s red thorns tore the massive figure apart. The wind spirit gathered the wind mixed with snow to restore itself, but the five claws made of blood ignored him and aimed straight at the spirit medium.

Come on!

One of the three warriors guarding the troll psychic’s side threw herself. As a troll warrior, the one who accepted the spirit of the highland wolf summoned by the psychic was covered in black fur before he knew it.

Quaggagak!

Red thorns shrunk through the wind spirits and pierced the troll wolf warrior’s shield and arms.

In

the end, however, the waving scale armor and thick fur had to endure it.

Heila, who was riding her black horse, Altonize, blinked softly before gripping the dagger. As the transparent jewel-like blade gurgled, the red thorn that pierced the troll hero exploded. Following the roar of the earth, red and black flashes of light swept everywhere, and the troll warriors who embraced the wolves were scattered.

Meanwhile, the psychic danced. The high-ranking wind spirit swelled its chest again, and the flames gathered together as if pulling each other to form the shape of a giant.

“...it’s ominous.”

Atalanta, who was leaning against me, straightened her grip on the white spear.

“That troll is spreading his power without countermeasures. If you leave it as it is, all the nearby spirits will gather.”

“You mean hurry up?”

Atalanta’s murmur continued as the bicorn was urged by the reins.

“Sorry. If Iophya had been there, it would have been easier.”

......is this opi?

“You mean soul shaman? Utequai’s sister-in-law?”

“uh. Soothing the soul is his specialty. I whined so much that I would follow you, but I guess you should have accepted it as if you hadn’t won.”

The short conversation ended with that. It was because the spirit of flame blocked his eyes.

Roaring!

It must have been a high-ranking spirit, and even at a glance, the sense of intimidation was great.

It had a head and two arms that resembled a black silhouette inside a towering pillar of fire, with a torn mouth like that of a lizard and long nails like hooks.

“I will take care of that. See you later.” Atalanta gave a light greeting as if she were going for a walk, then stepped on the saddle and jumped up.

Ziying The air shuddered.

Atalanta, whose slightly tanned, coppery skin was dyed a subtle light purple, floated in the air as if suspended by an invisible string. Void spears sprouted from under the arcane-drenched hair.

“Huap-”

With a short cry, the purple spears tangled together like vines, increased in size, and pierced the flame spirit.

Perong!

The fire elemental exploded in my body and resisted, so I covered my eyes with my arms and lay on my stomach. Perhaps it was because of the sparks, the bicorn was hee-hing! He screamed and ran like a bullet.

While Atalanta flashed a purple flash drawn from the void and confronted the fire spirit, Heyla ran towards the wind spirit, clearing the territory of the Blood King.

Since this was a battlefield where thousands of troops clashed, the materials she used were not enough and overflowed.

Heila gathered a veil of blood around her and sharpened it. It was like a dark red lotus flower.

The magic boots blew a strong wind. It flew like an arrow and picked up the morning star.

Saetbyeol showed off his dazzling sword body. The blade imbued with the brilliance of Pasa (破邪) was inserted directly between the eyes of the earth spirit.

woo I did that because I remembered how the middle of his forehead glowed and disappeared when he died in the game. Perhaps it touched something weak, the earth spirit began to crumble powerlessly.

“Oh hey—”

However, the effect was greater than I thought. It quickly collapsed as if by a landslide, and I struggled desperately to avoid being buried in the rocks and mounds of dirt.

“Nyx!”

At that time, the void spear flew in from somewhere at the right time, and I immediately reached out and grabbed it.

“Oh, how heavy-”

Atalanta, who was floating in the air, took the rest except for the purple spear I caught.

Ugh.

Then, with a flash of purple eyes, he led me to the ground, and I was able to set my feet on the ground after a dizzying pendulum movement hanging from the spear of emptiness.

Around that time, Hayla also completely shattered the wind spirit, but the troll medium’s dance did not stop. Small spirits were still gathering from all sides.

“Haha Sir Phoenix!”

A bright voice that doesn’t suit an urgent war situation.

“Prince’?”

When I looked back on the bicorn, I saw that Ul Kar was right in front of me, leading a group of men.

“I want to solve the past and present, but the young situation is not following me.”

Among those guarding his side were strangers, such as a knight in gray armor, a knight with a white cloak hanging down, and a wizard with a jeweled metal band around his forehead, but there were also many familiar ones.

‘Giant’ Lord Ankir Randell and Andro, the heavy cavalry and friendly soldiers of Prince Limond, master of water magic, “Are they the Lord’s subordinates?”

“yes? Oh right.”

“Then excuse me.”

Before he had time to greet the people he hadn’t seen in a while, Ulkar looked around and shouted.

“Gather! I will target that evil sorcerer!”

He shouted that and immediately started running, and the men who saw me on this side suddenly joined the ranks.

“Master Epos!”

After Olkar’s name was called, the magician wearing a metal belt chanted.

“A narrow step above the clouds.”

Are you from Milan? It’s the first time I’ve seen someone say an incantation in Milano.

After a moment of doubt, the bicorn accelerated rapidly as he swung his staff following the last starter word. It wasn’t just me, the entire ranks were much faster than before.

“Sir Filter, Sir Gisella! Take the left!”

Filter and Gisela.

It’s a name I’ve heard of. Prince Ulkar’s fifth and sixth knight...

A knight in gray armor brandished a half-moon-shaped spear and charged at the troll warrior on the left, followed by a knight wearing a mantle decorated with lily petals.

But there was another troll warrior guarding the psychic, so this time I shouted.

“Confidence! The one on the right over there!”

“Yes Nari!”

A heavy soldier, a dervish, a heavy swordsman, Umberta spearman, Mackaig, a knight of the cathedral, Kabar, and others split up following the conjurer.

All sorts of roars and shouts rang out from behind, but without looking back, they only looked forward and ran at full speed.

Ulkar’s knights, soldiers, and magicians charged forward, crushing the small spirits that constantly appeared.

Ulkar, who was standing side by side with me at the horse’s head, shouted as he gripped the bow stick with a gleaming silver hand – the fleshless joints were visible at first glance.

“Sir Phoenix!”

An arrow shot with a shout pierced the translucent brown bear guarding the spirit medium’s front.

Kreung!

The bicorn stuck out its horn to scatter the brown bear’s soul, jumped up, and immediately swung the black ice.

Suck it!

Finally, the psychic’s head soared into the sky.