I Became a Shaman in a Fantasy World - Chapter 39



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#39 Interpretation is better than dreaming (7)

The undead’s morale hardens the body and causes them to lose their will to fight.

Ordinary people will tremble in fear, and even hardened soldiers will feel fear in their hands.

But it was a completely different story for the old people fighting here.

Their lives were about keeping fear at bay.

Standing in front of the weak and defeating them was also their life.

Even when the undead clung together and magic flew, there was no trembling in his calm eyes.

The magic that had been flying at Clocell’s gesture dispersed like fog.

The necromancer who was dealing with him couldn’t even be astonished.

“Who said it was okay to open your mouth?”

rustle –

The sharp wind left scars on his body.

“Remember, the only thing you can do in front of me is run away.”

The necromancer’s body disappeared into thin air.

I casted blink magic.

But where he appeared, flames were already waiting for him.

The necromancer broke the ring he was wearing and created a transparent barrier.

It was a spell that was barely cast by destroying the artifact, but it wasn’t enough to stop the flames.

Hwaruruk –

A burn that occurs on the body when flames pass by.

A heavy wind blew in front of him as he moved his body to control the undead.

“Cough…!”

“He told me to just run away.”

Perseok –

The sound of breaking things pierced the necromancer’s ears.

There was no time to check what was broken.

If you take your eyes off him even for a moment, his body will disappear without a trace.

“Do the seven unfinished circles look like me?”

The air burst out as magics became tangled in a mess.

The battle between the two wizards was advantageous for Clocell.

However, the necromancer was not easily defeated.

“….”

His expression was distorted miserably as he ran away from the magic.

All that was needed was to put a curse on the World Tree.

The elves had no means of stopping it.

You won’t even know where the curse begins.

Because high elves have been losing that ability for a long time.

The very act of fighting like this was not part of his plans.

“profit…!”

Even the death knight’s disappearance was felt.

There is now one more strong opponent to deal with.

It was impossible to deal with them all at once.

If my life is going to disappear anyway, I will sacrifice my soul to complete the curse.

If the plan fails, I won’t be able to die even if I die.

The necromancer’s mana surged and his heart burst.

“…!!”

Clocell, sensing that something strange had happened, quickly casted magic.

The necromancer’s two arms disappeared with flesh bursting out.

At the same time, the necromancer’s head fell to the floor.

It was Paramon’s Aura Blade.

It was a perfectly clean move.

Even though the necromancer had been killed, the two old men’s eyes were still fixed on him.

To be exact, it was the necromancer’s head that had fallen to the floor.

“….”

“….”

A person whose head is cut off dies.

That is the natural way of the world.

But the head on the floor was still moving.

A terrible, scraping sound like iron came out of it.

“The curse has already begun to move. Not even your magic can stop it.”

“…”

“…”

“Human magic can’t stop that…”

Daughter –

The head that had been moving with the sound of a bell stopped.

Only now has he completely stopped breathing.

“Still a terrible bunch…”

Clocell opened his mouth as if he was uncomfortable.

It was a long-standing habit to blow off my arms.

In this way, undead necromancers used to cast magic with their severed bodies.

“Roselle, they’re smaller than I thought. I have a feeling they might be an advance party.”

Clocell nodded.

Because he also had the same thought.

A curse placed on the world tree.

And the elves are weakening.

If we had been even a little bit later, we might have had to deal with a much larger enemy.

If that were the case, it would have been a tough fight to protect the elves.

Paramon said, crushing his head with his foot.

“It’s clear that their target isn’t just the elves. And their plans…”

Only Chris can find it.

It was a thought that the two old men had in common.

“…”

“….”

The two old men’s gazes remained fixed on the floor and did not move.

Because I couldn’t bear to look at it.

The sound of bells ringing is so distracting.

The sound, which had always maintained a constant interval, was shaking chaotically.

If that were all, their heads would not have stopped.

Shudder.

Paramon’s hand formed a firm fist.

Chris’s screams mixed in with the sound of the bells.

The sound dug deep into my heart as if it were tearing at my heart.

I’ve heard screams like that countless times.

People who had lost a loved one cried out loud like that.

“It was clearly said that if I kill the necromancer, it will be released…”

There were two of them who lacked nothing.

But being with Chris made me feel so helpless.

What would be the point of spending your whole life sharpening your sword and magic?

Not being able to help even one young person properly.

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Daughter –

Daughter –

The drops struck the elf’s body at a rapid pace.

I was awakening my soul and driving out evil things at the same time.

“Ugh…!!”

To save the elves, the curse must be removed.

This curse comes from the elves’ resentment.

If you let go of your grudge, the source of the curse will disappear.

The problem is that this elf has no intention of letting go.

“please…”

If we continue to be consumed like this, our souls will not be able to return.

Daughter –

The curse that was attacking the elf’s heart was pushed away with a drop.

I followed the curse as it moved, swinging my swing to shoo it away.

Did I just mindlessly follow the curse?

Suddenly the flow began to change.

The necromancer’s soul began to possess the curse.

“get out!”

The curse flinched at the shout that contained the spirit.

“Where the hell did you come from, you rotten bastard!”

Are you saying that you would do this to an elf after tormenting him like that and dying?

The soul that had been flowing silently, somehow, was already becoming one with the curse.

This is unexpected.

I didn’t know magic could create variables like this.

Daughter –

Daughter –

Originally, I was going to convince the elf to let go of his grudge on his own.

But now there was no time.

I had to let out my resentment before that bastard took control of the curse.

“Haa…haa…”

He placed his hand on the elf’s heart and shook the drop.

She put all her heart into it so that the sound of the bells could be heard clearly in her ears.

Instead, he said, “Look at me and I will relieve your resentment.”

He shook the bell and told me to throw it all away if it was too much to handle.

Daughter –

Even if I whistle, all I get is cursed stares.

There was no elf soul anywhere.

“egg plant…!”

The shaking of a branch that I once felt.

I shook the bell again to clear my noisy mind.

Following the spirit of harmony.

His arms swayed like branches in the wind.

Maybe it was because it was a familiar call.

I felt a weak gaze at my call.

Following that gaze, a feeling of regret arose and I shook my head.

“Child… look at me.”

My mouth opened wide and words that were not mine came out.

And the moment our eyes met.

Deep sorrow came rushing towards me.

“…!!!”

Fear, terror, despair.

Countless scenes flashed through my mind.

I couldn’t utter a single word in front of the deaths contained within.

Not even a scream came out.

I felt like if I spoke, someone else would die.

Daughter –

Daughter –

I forced my mouth open and clenched my throat.

This elf let out a scream that should have been made.

I wonder if the sound coming from my throat is right.

It was the most horrible scream I’ve ever heard.

“Haa…haa…”

I kept hitting my body with the broom while holding my breath.

The sorrow poured in endlessly, riding the rain.

Another terrible scream erupted.

This is the right thing to do.

It’s okay to cry when you’re sad.

If you’re in pain, you can scream.

If you can get it out like that, there’s nothing better than that.

I cried for her and got angry for her.

All these actions were what she could not do.

Daughter –

Time passed by so quickly.

I poured out my emotions to the point where I felt my throat getting hoarse and my voice cracking.

I felt the tightly held grudge begin to soften.

I never thought I’d be able to solve it all at once.

It’s a great thing to have let go of so much resentment towards someone.

The most useless, yet tenacious thing is revenge.

“ha…”

The soul was defiled and the harmony was broken.

It was not the form that an elf’s soul would have.

He gathered his spirit energy and pushed it into the drop.

Thinking back to the harmony I learned.

Daughter –

Shudder.

Her body flinched every time the bell rang.

The curse inside is struggling.

Since there is no room for the soul that has found harmony, it must be to find a place so as not to be pushed out.

“get out.”

Daughter –

“get out!”

He struck the body with his momentum.

A dull thud echoed and something flowed from between her eyebrows.

It was a curse that merged with the soul of a necromancer.

That which wanders without a place to go.

It’s a given.

Even with an elf’s body, you can’t re-enter, and the World Tree is surrounded by many golden ropes.

“hmm…?”

The condition was a little strange.

Something unknown was pulling this thing.

Drooling.

Wheet –

He pulled the guy towards him while whistling.

“These bastards come in pairs…”

But before even shaking the bell.

The soul and the curse were completely gone.

“….ha.”

I don’t know what happened, but that soul’s end will not be easy.

“…Are you okay?”

It was the voice of Pharaoh.

As expected, the eyes were full of worry.

“I didn’t faint this time… I lost my soul though.”

“He must have been taken away by the demons.”

“yes?”

“The priests said so. They are a people who sold their souls to the demons.”

“her…”

Looking at the situation, it seemed like it was over now.

Irene sitting on the floor with the unconscious necromancers tied up, and the elf lying in front of me.

Both were fine.

“Wipe the blood off first.”

I knew there was blood flowing from my eyes.

“It’s not a backlash from a curse…”

It’s just a burst vein.

“It was so sad that it brought tears to my eyes.”