Knights, Let’s Smash Them - Knights, Let’s Smash Them chapter 112

112 – You’re a Padrip (6)

No matter how ignorant the goblins were, the fact that the undead were crawling out of the mines they managed was not something to be overlooked.

“Turn off, uh uh uh… ….”

The army of death groaned as if a screw had come off. Chunshik trembled involuntarily at the sight of the undead endlessly appearing at the entrance.

It was fortunate that he did not recognize the goblins as enemies, perhaps because they were monsters of the same kind.

As soon as Chunshik noticed that the direction they were heading to was none other than Tiffen Village, Chunshik felt her senses snapped.

“Go, prepare to attack!!”

The scariest thing about the undead is their overwhelming amount.

Adult male—No, it’s a low-level monster that even a moderately strong boy can defeat without difficulty if he stays alert.

It is impossible to block the thugs who rush in in groups with dozens or hundreds of heads alone.

Besides, it is an unclean monster that transcends death itself and sublimes.

The deaths that occur in the fight against the undead will inevitably become another undead and covet the lives of the comrades who fought back to back just a few seconds ago.

A truly irreversible plague.

A terrible sight of parents devouring their children, and her wife tearing her husband’s flesh apart.

The only combat troops that can be deployed right now are the mercenaries staying in the village and the vigilantes who gathered young men.

It was clear that they alone would never be able to counter that force.

If the residents are not evacuated as much as possible before the nearby military unit is dispatched, the village they love will never regain its former appearance.

Chunshik, thinking that far, chose to move rather than run away.

“Weapons! You must pick up the pickaxe!”

“Geruk! Gerrure!!”

“You go down to the village and wake up the people!”

Chunshik calmly gave orders to the goblins, who were at a loss to what to do with the sudden attack of the undead.

The Nogada Goblins, who are the strongest among the crowd, lift heavy steel tools.

Individuals with small bodies and fast feet are sent down to the village to inform them of an emergency.

It was partly because he had relatively high intelligence as a golden goblin, a subspecies of goblins, but it was possible because Chunshik’s intelligence was further strengthened while living among humans.

“Those guys aren’t attacking us! It’s a victory for the first time!!”

“Seonbread wins!!!!”

As Chunshik uttered a battle cry (War Cry), the morale of the goblins rose all at once.

“Yeah…… “

Paak! Thud!

“Gaaa…… “

Wood Deuk!!

And the tools he had for mining were more than enough to break the brittle skulls of the undead.

Now, the legend of the goblin gang is about to begin.

***

The chief of Tiffen Village couldn’t help but be startled by the news that the goblins urgently delivered.

A large group of undead in a mine that was apparently operating fine until daytime?

At first, I thought it was the goblin’s mischief.

It was only after seeing the faces of the young villagers who had gone to reconnoiter go white that they realized that a huge disaster had begun to strike the small village.

From then on, it was an emergency situation.

“Ladies and girls, hurry up and get on the wagon! Strong men this way!”

The highest order was to evacuate non-combatant women and children as quickly as possible.

And then the convocation order.

All men who knew how to lift the bare minimum of farming tools gathered at the village hall.

As the youngsters said, all the undead that arose in the mines were rotten and sluggish.

A low-level undead of that level could easily be dealt with with simple farming tools.

As soon as the village vigilantes were summoned in an instant, the village chief’s next action was to call in professional reinforcements.

Unless we can figure out exactly what the size of the undead is, the corps…… Furthermore, it was something that might require the help of the Knights.

“Likey! You should immediately go to the corps stationed nearby and request the dispatch of troops!”

“Will you become a vigilante? I don’t know what’s going on, but we’ll join you!”

Even in the unprecedented situation of an undead attack, the residents of Tiffen Village did not rush into panic.

Of course, it was also because Chunshik and the other goblins warned them in advance, and they were blocking the undead at the forefront.

It was also because of the unique identity held by the residents of Tiffen Village.

The special identity of a village where goblins, elves, dwarves, beasts and humans live together,

That identity naturally strengthened the solidarity of the people living in the village.

Even the mercenaries, who are driven only by the logic of money, go out of their way to defend the village.

“Chunshik’s kids are buying time?”

“Yes, Chief. Fortunately, it doesn’t seem to recognize them as enemies, perhaps because they’re the same monster. I’d rather keep looking at them and telling them to stop…….”

“Yeki! Hey! What are you talking about!”

“Yes…… ?”

“If it wasn’t for those kids, we wouldn’t have been able to deal with it in time! Report to the vigilantes right now and tell them to rescue the goblins!”

“Right! We can’t just run away and leave the goblins alone!”

You may not recognize them as enemies now, but you never know what will happen later.

Where is the guarantee that I will just leave the goblins covered in the blood of my people?

Now they are full-fledged members of the villagers.

At least for the village chief and other people, he became indispensable, so he had to fight together as a resident of the same Tiffin village.

“Let those damn corpses never set foot in town!”

“Right! That’s right!”

“Hey, Jack! Shall we make a bet on who breaks more pots?”

“Don’t cry and cry, Ludster!”

The young people who were seized with fear at first, and the old people who stood in a daze unable to understand the situation, all unite and strengthen their will for a decisive battle.

If the goblins alone were enough to launch a delayed war anyway, they thought that the vigilantes, who were also undergoing their own training, would be sufficient.

In addition, mercenaries trained in real combat joined in.

I thought I would be able to repel the undead, which were only zombies and skeletons.

“Let’s go!”

“Where is Chunshik!!”

However, I faced the residents who went out of the village with torches in their hands one by one.

“You must run!!”

“Geruk! Gerrure!!”

A group of goblins fled in haste, leaving their weapons behind.

“What! Chunshik, aren’t you guys fighting hard?!”

“Fighted!”

“Why are you here!”

“Can’t beat it! We have to run away!!”

Chun-sik blocked the vigilante leader’s path and stomped his feet. Come to think of it, for some reason, the number of goblins had clearly decreased.

It was a mercenary who noticed something strange.

A former silver-level adventurer and a seasoned veteran, he had an intuition that zombies and skeletons were not the only beings of death advancing toward Tiffen Village.

And soon after.

“Death… …. Honor… ….”

As expected, an undead clad in huge armor appeared with a clanking metal sound, breaking through the bushes.

I wonder how many goblins he has already killed, and green blood drips from his man-sized greatsword.

Beyond the heavily shadowed helmet, the red eye light scattered into the darkness.

“De, it’s a Death Knight!!”

The young man at the forefront shouted like a scream. At the same time, the blade of the Death Knight’s great sword was reflected in the moonlight and flashed.

“Watch out!”

Kaga River!!

The sharp noise of metal colliding with metal echoed, and the mercenary’s hands trembled.

“Everybody, avoid to the back! A death knight is impossible as a vigilante!”

Zombies Skeletons were just corpses. Of course, as long as it gives off the smell of rotten flesh, the durability of its body is terrible.

However, if you go up to the middle and upper level of the undead, as Arachne did, there will be individuals who possess a level of strength that is different from that of the normal undead.

Death Knight was a perfect example of such an upper-middle class undead.

“Kill…… Life…… I will hate you.”

A lost knight who is only jealous of life and obsessed with his own lost honor.

The black armor of unknown material is stronger than any steel, and the heavy black sword cuts even the warriors of the reverse.

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Silver level adventurers, even mercenaries, are strong enough to withstand sword attacks.

But it’s not impossible to win.

The young man who survived the death penalty runs away as if crawling on the floor, and the mercenaries who were mixed with the vigilante pop out and quickly surround the Death Knight.

“Aim for the loophole between the neck and the helmet! If anyone knows how to use magic, I’ll beat them coolly with the flame attribute!”

“Here is holy water prepared just in case!”

“Nice!!”

What is a mercenary?

Working for money.

It is a job that is extremely close to a capitalist solver, but that is why it is necessary to be able to cope with any situation comfortably.

A magic scroll in holy water.

Aside from the simple personal gear, the things I brought with me in the hope that they will come in handy someday are starting to shine.

“f*ck this thing!”

“Okay! The armor is broken!!!”

“Concentrate your aim over there!”

The mercenaries’ attack is fierce as soon as the Death Knight’s armor, which seemed to never allow a gap, cracks.

As if they had known each other for a long time, the mercenaries ran out of the raid step by step, matching each other neatly.

“Okay! It’s worth it!”

“Wait a minute…… What is that…… ?”

However, there was a fact they overlooked.

First, the fact that the class of soldiers was changed from zombies and skeletons to death knights was that higher level undead could appear.

The second was that the forces leading these incidents were none other than the worst black magicians, the ‘Blue Cross Society’.

“Kiaaa!”

A existence that was only passed on through word of mouth.

However, the great pride is nowhere to be found, and a cursed creature with nothing but bony bones passes through the skies above the village.

Bone Dragon.

The incarnation of the undead, whose name alone made them lose their fighting spirit, let out a tearing roar.

The mercenary who managed to annihilate the Death Knight.

Even the vigilante who tried to control his own mind.

The goblins who somehow responded by sacrificing themselves.

The very moment when everyone was caught in despair.

“Kiiyaaa!!”

“Kyaaa!!!”

Another chilling roar pierced the air above the forest.

A sun-like flame engulfs the Bone Dragon’s body.

A purifying flame that drives away the thick darkness.

“My God… ….”

The veteran mercenary who witnessed all these scenes could only mumble one word as if possessed.

Bone Dragon and Red Dragon.

Because two legendary beings were clashing right in front of my eyes.