The Soldier Shouted Save - Chapter 11
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The soldier shouted save (11)
There’s something strange about the appearance.
What was visible through the crack in the door was a white shape.
I pushed the doorknob in one breath.
-Bam.
The ‘thing’ in front of the door hits the door and falls to the floor.
-Clang. Clang.
“what…….”
The white ‘thing’ that fell down after hitting the door gets up, putting its hands on the ground.
However, when he realizes that his hand bone has fallen off while he is standing on the floor, he picks up the disintegrated bone and puts it back on his wrist.
-Slightly.
The guy stands in front of me as if nothing happened.
The guy was a skeleton.
“ah…….”
I was so embarrassed that my body froze.
‘Why are there skeletons in the village?’
-Slightly.
The skeleton tries to move.
Hurriedly, they distance themselves.
-Slightly.
But the bastard didn’t chase after me.
He just moved his skull and looked at me.
It was a disaster.
The weapon in hand is a dagger.
It wasn’t a weapon fit for dealing with skeletons.
‘If only there had been a white potion… … .’
I came out of the house and put some distance between myself and the skeleton.
Because of this, there was a skeleton blocking the way between me and the house.
‘Why don’t you attack?’
Walk in a circle around the skeleton to get the ‘White Potion’ inside the house.
But the guy just turned his head and looked at me without showing any sign of caution.
‘This guy is no ordinary skeleton… … .’
I didn’t know for what purpose they were attacking me.
But the fact that it ‘didn’t attack’ was proof that it wasn’t an ordinary skeleton.
I’ve heard that necromancers create undead and give them ‘patterns’.
However, the pattern of the skeleton, which was the lowest of the lower grades, was already set.
‘Search’ to find the enemy.
‘Attack’ to attack discovered enemies.
Even if the necromancer wanted to create a different pattern, the patterns that the skeleton could remember were limited to searching and attacking.
But this guy was waiting.
Even though it found me, it didn’t go into an ‘attack’ pattern.
then.
‘Is there another pattern?’
I couldn’t let my guard down.
This is because there could have been a pattern of ‘attacking the moment you turn around.’
But thanks to the guy staying still, I was able to circle around him and reach the door.
I open the door without taking my eyes off the skeleton.
At that moment, the skeleton moved.
-Slightly.
In time with the bastard’s movements, I extend my hand holding the dagger forward.
But the skeleton’s behavior was strange.
‘What are you doing?’
Stretch your arms and hands to one side. Turn your skull to match the tips of your fingers.
As if pointing somewhere.
Instinctively, I turn my head towards it.
There was nothing special.
There were only ordinary buildings scattered around the town.
at that time.
-Tick tock. Tick tock.
The sound of bone rubbing against bone resonates everywhere.
‘There are so many… … .’
The number of skeletons gathering where I am is at least 20.
There will be more as they are still gathering.
‘Should I run away?’
If the skeletons were attacking you with the intent to kill you, even two would be a burden.
‘If your goal is to run away… … .’
I jump around in place as if I was checking my body.
The effects of the red potion still remain.
There is no pain when moving.
However, the effects of the red potion will soon wear off.
Red potion does not heal the body.
A war potion that allows you to forget pain, move your body, and fight in any situation.
The burden of having forced yourself to move will come back to you in full after the effect of the drug wears off.
That is why even in the imperial palace, it was not supplied unless there was a special battle.
The more active you are, the faster the effects will wear off.
Even if we ran at full speed, it was uncertain whether we would be able to get out of the village.
-Tick tock. Tick tock.
The guys are moving.
At first there was one in front of me.
And then the next one, 2 meters apart.
So the guys line up one by one.
I feel frustrated because I don’t know the intention.
But when the guys finished moving, I realized their intentions.
“Hey, go this way?”
White road.
Their bodies, reflected in the moonlight, looked like a white road.
A skeleton knocking on the door.
He points to the end of the road with his finger.
‘Is it a trap?’
That was the first thought that came to mind.
Undead are beings whose souls are bound to a necromancer.
Therefore, they moved according to the necromancer’s thoughts, and it could be said that all of the undead’s actions were the necromancer’s thoughts.
It wasn’t clear whether there was a necromancer in this town or not.
But the necromancer would not be kind to me.
That’s why it’s a trap.
‘Is it really okay to think like that?’
What is this trap for?
The number of skeletons visible now was still increasing.
There seemed to be at least 50 of them.
Even without using traps, they were a number that couldn’t even match me.
The skeleton that knocked on my door.
The first skeleton lowered its outstretched arm and began to lead the way along the path made by the skeletons.
-Slightly.
Then he waits, looking at me as if telling me to follow him.
‘I don’t know English… … .’
Follow the guy carefully.
-Tick tock. Tick tock.
I look around, chasing the pure white leg bones.
All around are skeletons.
It was hard to tell whether it was a village of people or a village of skeletons.
‘Where did all these guys come from?’
Not one, not two.
Are you saying that there were dozens of skeletons hiding in the village and the villagers didn’t notice?
-Tick tock. Tick tock.
I was just following the guy and walking slowly, but I was getting incredibly tired.
Because I couldn’t take my eyes off the skeletons around me even as I stepped onto the ground one step at a time.
Walk like that for a few minutes.
-Slightly.
The leg bones of the skeleton in the lead stopped.
‘Here is… … .’
A large gate that can accommodate three horses at once.
‘Is it a warehouse?’
-Slightly.
The skeleton extends his hand toward a warehouse-like building.
“… … Go in?”
-Knock. Knock.
He clicks his jaw as if he understands what I’m saying.
I turned my head to glance at the numerous skeletons standing behind me, then reluctantly headed towards the door.
I gently push open the huge iron door.
-Squeak.
It doesn’t appear to be locked.
This time I pulled the doorknob with force.
-Squeak.
The door opened with a loud noise.
The inside of the building was quite spacious.
Several large windows were noticeable in the spacious area.
Although moonlight was streaming in through the windows, it was still dark and I couldn’t see very well.
‘This smell… … .’
The scent of flowers.
As I opened the door, I felt the scent of flowers wafting in, almost tickling my nose.
Unfortunately, the scent of this flower remains in my memory.
It is the ‘smell of incense’ that the village chief burned in my room, saying it would calm my spirits.
He quickly covers his nose with his sleeve.
Just a brief whiff of incense makes my body feel numb and dull.
“Haa… haa… .”
That’s not my voice.
A very faint sound of breathing.
I felt like I was going to suffocate at any moment.
My eyes are gradually becoming accustomed to the darkness.
I see a person.
He was chained, kneeling and with his arms spread out.
He is lowering his head as if he does not have the strength to raise it.
Her long black hair covered her face.
-Thump. Thump.
I move a little closer to her.
“Haa… haa… haa… .”
Even though my footsteps were getting closer, there was no response from her.
A floral scent that tickles the nose.
The incense burning throughout the room must have numbed her senses.
‘I was like that too… … .’
As I got closer, I could see the clothes she was wearing.
It was hard to see because of the dark colored clothes, but the white pattern engraved on the clothes was clearly visible.
The symbol of the goddess.
If so, she is… … .
At that moment, I tried to get a little closer.
-Slightly.
The sound of bones cracking resonates harshly.
I look back hurriedly.
The skeleton’s movements were unusual.
I hurried out the door.
Skeletons were closing in on the building, surrounding it.
‘What are you trying to do now?’
I turn my back to the wall and watch their movements.
The movements were clearly different from before.
The skeleton was in an ‘attack stance’, with its sharp hand bones thrust out towards me.
-Slightly.
One of the guys sticks out his sharp knuckles and aims for my face.
I lowered my posture and ran through the guy’s armpits.
But after a few steps, another skeleton blocks your way.
I tried to hurriedly run to the side, but there were skeletons positioned both on the right and the left.
‘Why all of a sudden?’
They had plenty of opportunities to attack.
I don’t understand why the skeletons are coming and attacking me now.
Thinking comes later.
Now I had to get away from those guys.
There seemed to be no way out.
It’s not just because they’re blocking my front and sides.
There were a lot.
There were too many.
There seemed to be more skeletons than empty spaces on the street.
‘Is this life wrong?’
When you get to that thought.
-bang.
A huge shock wave appeared in front of me.
The shockwave caused the skeletons’ bodies to collapse, and my body was sent flying into the wall of the building.
‘Ugh!’
My back hit the wall.
Judging by the slight pain I felt, it seemed like the effects of the red potion were running out.
Then someone reached out to me as I fell.
“Are you okay?!”
‘Village chief?’
“Get up quickly! The skeletons will rise again!”
As the village chief said, the skeletons were searching for their scattered bones and reassembling them.
I was helped up by the village chief.
“Why are there skeletons in the village?”
“I don’t know… … . Is that important right now? Just come in here!”
I followed the village chief and opened the door and entered the empty building.
Then the village chief closed the door and raised his cane.
A purple light flowed out from the staff and enveloped the building.
“That was dangerous. Don’t worry, you’re safe now.”
‘It’s safe?’
I glanced out the window.
Outside the building I was hiding in, there were countless skeletons standing there, but they just loitered around in front of the door and didn’t come in.
“… … What kind of magic is this?”
“It’s a simple spell. It’s a spell that makes skeletons forget the action of ‘entering a building.’ I’ve placed the spell around this building, so they won’t be able to enter.”
“But that magic… … .”
This is magic that ordinary wizards cannot use.
It’s not a question of easy or difficult.
Because this magic.
“I know very well what black magic is.”
The mention of black magic made my forehead wrinkle.
“But won’t you believe me? It’s all a story of the past. Now, I’m just an ordinary village chief.”
“You still let me stay in this village knowing that skeletons come out every night?”
“Didn’t I tell you? It’s better not to come out at night… … .”
I thought the person who killed me was the village chief.
But the village chief saved my life from the skeleton.
The village chief didn’t give a detailed story, but he did convey a clear warning to not come out at night.
‘Do you believe the village chief?’
That’s funny.
It reminds me of a red potion.
Just like the words ‘Be careful with potions’ written when starting a ‘new life’, the red potion the village chief gave me clearly had a negative effect on me.
The village chief said that the red potion was his own handmade product.
I just don’t know the motive.
It is certain that he was involved in trying to kill me.
“Can I ask you just one thing?”
“Ask.”
“Who is the ‘woman’ in the warehouse?”
“… … A necromancer.”
‘A necromancer?’
“but…….”
“I know what you’re trying to say. She’s clearly wearing the clothes of a priest, but she’s a necromancer! I’m a black magic user, so I won’t be convincing, but you have to trust me!”
The impression is frowned upon.
How much of this is true?
I am not a strategist.
He is just a former palace soldier.
You can’t find the truth through conversation.
But there is a way to check.
The dagger in my hand.
The blade stood firm, but it was useless against the skeleton.
But it is a weapon that is more threatening to humans than anything else.
Then I hear the truth in my own way.
-hook.
He swings his dagger towards the village chief’s neck.
The surprised village chief holds out his right hand and creates a black curtain.
“Hey, you! Are you out of your mind? Attacking me!”
The angry village chief prepares an attack spell.
He rushes towards the village chief without giving him time.
Wizards are weak to rushing attacks.
My body is on the verge of death, but if there is still some effect left from the red potion, then…
A village chief like me can’t beat me.
“Ugh, ugh! Stop it!!”
The village chief deflects attacks with a black barrier he painstakingly created.
But it was the village chief who was being pushed back.
‘Isn’t the village chief the mastermind?’
If the village chief wasn’t behind it, I was going to kill my savior with my own hands.
‘And then you’ll get killed by the real mastermind.’
So, we must find out for sure in ‘this life’.
I’m telling you what the village chief did to me.
“Ugh, ugh!”
Push back the retreating village chief.
Aim a dagger at his neck.
“Please… … Don’t do this… Why on earth are you doing this? Is it because I used black magic?”
The village chief began to appeal to me with a face full of fear.
“If you were the one who tried to kill me, you would know why I’m like this.”
My experience of fighting in countless battlefields speaks for itself.
He who hesitates will die.
-Whoosh!
He swings his dagger at the village chief.
I can guarantee this, having experienced death more than anyone else.
In the face of death, no one becomes truthful and honest.