My Viins Episode 251


    50. Mayhem (5)


    A young woman hid in the attic of the guild hall and pulled out a dagger. Then, after taking a deep breath, he cut off his pants.


    Jjiik.


    When the fire ripped out all the warped parts, the hem of the pants became short enough to hang over the middle of the thigh. He then removed the piece of leather that had stuck to his leg.


    “…Keuk hee uh.”


    A moan mixed with crying flowed from between the clenched teeth.


    ‘Yeoljinjang’, one of the festivals of Jemujong, is powerful, but the heat apanying tension is also famous for being deadly.


    Whether that reputation is true or not, the woman suffered serious burns on both legs simply by being indirectly swept away by the heat wave. Even the assassin, who had built up a harsh life through training and killing, could not control himself from the pain of melting his skin.


    “Huh huh.”


    She groped her waist, shaking her hands. He took a pouch out of his leather pouch and poured the fine powder into his mouth. Then, he took out dried herbs from another pocket, mixed them with water, and spread them on the affected area.


    The young woman bandaged her leg, feeling the pain lessen.


    “Ahhh—”


    Every time the bandage touches the affected area, the pain of cutting flesh with a hot sawes back. Sweat pours down like rain as if the painkiller he just swallowed had no effect.


    A bandage woven from linen is quite tough, so it does not tear well even when wet. However, because of its low sticity, it woulde loose ore loose easily if not properly tied. The woman knew this well, so she tied the knot tightly, ignoring the pain.


    After “.S’ O”


    First aid was done, she wanted to lie down, but she stuttered and put on her boots. It was because the screams, explosions, and metallic sounds that came from all directions let us know that the battle wasn’t over yet.


    ‘Ungeom’ and ‘blinking dagger’ were not in the hands of the woman. It was probably somewhere between the guild hall and the tavern. The only weapons she had now were two silver-coated daggers, an ordinary dagger, a dagger that looked like an awl, and a crossbow the size of a palm.


    She picked out a in dagger and crawled up the low attic to a ce where the light came in. The woman inspected the situation through a hole in the board that had been drinking water during the summer.


    “What are these bastards!”


    “Stop—!”


    Some masked men charged into the guild hall with their weapons on their hands, and mercenaries from this side shouted and responded.


    The horsehaired mercenary ran to the front with a double curse and broke the head of the opponent’s leader.


    On one side, a princess in red armor was chasing a flying archer. Following the hand of the princess, six or seven red thorns soared, and the archer evaded them all with skillful flight and drew the crowd.


    The longbow made of the monster’s horn screamed, and for a while, the stick, more like a javelin than an arrow, was fired while rotating in a spiral. When such shots poured in four or five feet, even the princess in the red armor had to slow down the attack and pay attention to defense.


    The woman who watched such a scene from the attic soon cast her gaze toward the ce she had originally aimed for.


    In the distance, a tall young man stood in front of a scarred monk emitting gold ore, holding a bloodsword that was as long as he was tall.


    “trunnion.”


    The young man’s gaze passed her as if she had heard the murmur.


    M | 99


    An assassin hiding in the attic and a cold-looking handsome man met eyes.


    In that fleeting moment, the young woman could sense that the young man was relieved. The terrible pain creeping up from the bottom of my thigh disappeared as if it had washed away.


    She straightened her dagger and was about tounch herself outside, but


    “……2”


    A vibration came from somewhere. Instinctively holding her breath, the woman listened quietly.


    The creaking of old boards was faintly audible. She put her palms on the floor and felt the vibrations. A sense far beyond the criminal’s level ran through the entire guild hall like a ‘detection’ spell.


    The young woman immediately noticed that intruders who had killed the presence had entered the guild hall.


    The number of heads is three. Judging from their movements, they were quite skilled.


    There was no way the thief had been caught in the midst of the turmoil of battle, so it must have been the assassins.


    Who are you aiming for?


    A spell thief trapped in a warehouse with all his youth and magic lost? A couple of servants who have nothing?


    It can’t be. The answer was obvious.


    The target would be a blonde girl who is constantly pouring spells outward.


    The young woman was momentarily troubled.


    The blonde girl always received undeserved affection and attention. If she disappeared on this asion, most of the sweet things would be his.


    But…


    he will be sad when the blonde girl disappears. As much as the love you poured out for a girl.


    The woman lived on the karma of murder for four years. I knew very well how much the sadness of loss changes people.


    Perhaps his warm heart may cool down. The puny face will disappear forever, and the face of a monster that appears asionally may take its ce.


    The young woman decided not to stake her present happiness on a reckless gamble.


    After confirming the conversation between the monk and the young man in the distance, she raised a handful of bets.


    Huung.


    As the bet flowed down the leather leash, the woman’s body became translucent like a ghost. It was a ‘blur’ spell.


    She slowly crawled across the attic and switched daggers. It was a dagger that looked like an awl.


    After some crawling, the woman rose silently near the intruder who had hidden herself between the rafters. Then, from the front, he pushed the awl-like de all the way into the intruder’s Cheondolhyeol, that is, the hollow at the bottom of the neck. Through the


    “Kreuk”


    prayer, the blood flowed back and there was a bubbling sound. The man tried to scream, but the rough gloves blocked his mouth and pressed his tongue, so he rolled his eyes in silence.


    Perhaps because the movements weren’t so violent, the ‘blurring’ spell was being maintained. The woman carefully ced the body in the attic and started crawling again. Then he put his arm between the missing nks on the floor and fired the crossbow.


    The second intruder was in the hallway on the second floor, looking down. He fell to his side with a crossbow wedged under his chin.


    The third intruder noticed something was wrong and pounced straight at the blonde girl.


    “Yes!”


    The girl quickly turned around and aimed the wand at the sight of me from behind. The me cloak that shimmered at the hem of the robe soon soared.


    But the intruder who jumped out from behind the bar was as quick as a leopard. The shiny de of the small sword he was holding came right up to the girl’s nose.


    Then, with the sound of the wind, a young woman fell on top of the intruder. Her appearance was very dramatic because her magical energy was dissipating and her translucent body was bing clearer.


    Like a bird of prey attacking its prey, she stomped on the intruder’s shoulder and crushed it, then plunged the knife straight into his throat. The intruder could not even scream and died.


    “Kyaaak!”


    The blonde girl btedly screamed. The young woman drew her dagger and stood up.


    “Oh, what a surprise. Where did youe from all of a sudden?”


    At the confused tone of whether it was a question or an interrogation, Gongchi pouted his lips for no reason.


    “Thank you.”


    “……What?”


    As the blonde girl frowned and was about to say something, the ground vibrated slightly. And without a chance to react, one side of the floor copsed and a hole was opened.


    “Order ‘Passage of the Land’!”


    Startled, the girl pointed the wand at the hole.


    “It’s a surprise attack, prepare!”


    “Eh-”


    The young woman hurriedly grabbed the short sword that had fallen on the floor in her right hand.


    Soon after, four masked men and three wizards appeared from the passage of the earth.


    I hurriedly swung Hrunting, but the monk and the two masked men disappeared without a trace.


    “…A scroll of teleportation?”


    It is a treasure that cannot be obtained even with money because it is an item that is no different from an extra life. How do you have something like that? It didn’t seem like a wizard either.


    Even after worrying for a while, I was able to notice the identities of these guys. Magic swords with binding spells weren’tmon.


    “They are ck wolves.”


    Undoubtedly. I remember that Toby or something had that magic sword.


    The ck Wolves are a very famous group of bounty hunters and have been targeting and attacking Ellen before. Seeing that those guys helped the monks, there was a high probability that they were also carrying out the quest to pursue the bunch.


    My head wasplicated, but now the first thing to do was to deal with the situation.


    “Aqun—ta!” Looking back at the angry shouts, Utequai, who had regained consciousness before he knew it, was rampaging in front of the guild hall.


    In ce of Dolme, which was smashed by the monk Iljin, he was running amok with both hands holding a shocking war hammer and an iron club that he had picked up from nowhere. The masked men who were driving the mercenaries were on the defensive right after Ute Kwai appeared.


    “Snipe!”


    “Aim for that savage!”


    They weren’tcking in skills, but with a single blow of a hammer and a blow to the back of the back, there was no way to beat them. Among the masked people, those with crossbows tried to shoot, but they couldn’t pierce the ‘Blessing of the Veil’ tattoo on Utequai’s shoulder.


    “shit. Write the scroll!”


    Among the masked men who backed away at the shouting who didn’t know who shouted, four or five people took out a scroll and held it. Two of them immediately recited the words engraved on the scroll.


    “Zaver tadet—!”


    “Slenpoy!”


    Along with a starter word of unknown meaning, a red aurora rained down on Utequai and the mercenaries, followed by ck smoke.


    “Ugh”


    “I can’t see the front!”


    The ck smoke turned into a mass of slime and stuck to my face. Mercenaries, as well as Utequai, could not avoid or resist it.


    It was a cursebo that reduced magic resistance with the ‘Magic Meltdown’ spell and then neutralized it with ‘Blindness’.


    That wasn’t the end. Those who were waiting for the curse to pour out tore the scrolls they were holding. Mana gathered menacingly.


    “Get down!”


    I yelled again as I ran towards the mercenaries.


    “Back off and get down on the floor!”


    Not everyone followed my orders. Because it was in the middle of a hassle, some struggled in the air and were swept away by the spell.


    “Kkoaaak!”


    Among the subordinates, Enio and Gan, who belonged to the senior ranks, were covered in blood after being struck by the ‘Strengthened de Wind’ spell.


    Next came a ‘cooling cloud’, and a dozen monster spiders the size of calves rained down upon the ‘Summon Spider’ spell.


    “Damn it,”


    I looked around the guild hall to see if I could get magic support, and it was already noisy with binge drinking and shouting. Something seems to have happened over there too…


    “Mr. Oh-”


    Deciding to solve the problem right in front of me, I stretched out my bloody de and jumped between the monster spiders.


    A white cloud of frost rushed over me, but I swung my sword without hesitation.


    Is it because of the slight cold resistance attached to the passive skill ‘Hot Blood’? Originally, I was somehow able to continue the swordsman despite the cold air that would have frozen my whole body in no time.


    Chwi is ripe!


    The monstrous spiders with light brown fur pounced on them with grotesque sounds.


    They had quick-acting paralyzing poison and powerful jaws, but they posed no threat to me.


    Death King’s scaled handcuffs and scaled dragon yer’s ring both have significant poison resistance options. So, even the most devastating of the deadly poisons made by Munchwi was nothing more than high-calorie powder to me.


    So the monster spider’s paralyzing poison doesn’t work on me at all. I wouldn’t know if I fed them dozens of liters and made them suffer from indigestion.


    “Come on, you bastards!”


    Thanks to the memories of wallowing with corpse worms in the sewers of South Harbor, the monster spider doesn’t feel too gross. The fluffy hair is cute at first nce.


    As he swung the Hrunting, which had grown to almost two meters long, like a windmill with both hands, two or three monster spiders were cut into pieces at once. There were no more sacrifices thanks to Utequai wreaking havoc while blinded by a curse.


    The situation was roughly over when all the monster spiders died and disappeared and the cooling cloud dissipated.


    The masked men, presumed to be ck wolves, fled among the confused soldiers, and after they disappeared, the arcane hunters who were flying and shooting arrows also retreated. As a finale, while making money.


    “Ha are you okay?”


    “…huh. Except for theck of power.”


    While fighting the arcane hunter, Ha was hit by an arrow in her forearm and lost sight of him. It wasn’t just an arrow, it was an extremely expensive item called the ‘Arrow of Magic Cancetion’.


    In fact, the word ‘cancetion of magic’ is a bit misleading. It is an arrow that nullifies all magical action. It was also thanks to its effect that He prated at least a part of the Blood King’s territory and the Iron Blood Armor.


    “I was careless because the battle was long. If I had been nervous, I would have noticed.”


    “I’m d it ended like this. Come on, don’t me me.”


    Saying that, he patted him on the shoulder, and He blinked but didn’t say anything.


    On the other hand, seeing the magic canceling arrow and the ck wolves using the scroll like water, I can guess the identity of the arcane hunter.


    There was a warehouse character in my Dark World ount that used to collect various PvP consumables. Perhaps that character became Ashur, an arcane hunter and leader of the ‘ck Wolves’, a gang of bounty hunters.


    A patch that took ce 45 years ago severely limited the consumables that could be used during PvP, so it was a virtually forgotten character.


    “Poi Poi!”


    While I was breaking the magic canceling arrow that had lost its power, a wad jumped out of the guild hall. He was carrying the fainting Ellen on his back.


    “…is it a bunch?”


    “Ellen is hurt. Wizards appeared in the passage of the earth and fought, but on the legs-”


    Ungchi continued to speak in a muffled tone with wounds all over his body and bandages wrapped around both legs.


    “Okay, give it to me. Look at the condition.”


    I cut him off and put Ellen on the floor, and Utequai, who was washing her hair due to the aftereffects of the curse, shouted at the mercenaries.


    “liquid medicine! Do you have any healing potions left?”


    “Last time I wrote three weeks ago! I’ll even bring some hemostatic!”


    Cole shouted and ran toward the guild hall, but there was no time to wait for him. I don’t know what happened, but blood was oozing from Ellen’s thigh like a broken dam.


    “When did you pass out?”


    “Maybe.”


    “What happened to fainting?”


    “ah. Killed with that strong wizard blngqiang magic and then fell limp.”


    “Um, M3


    doesn’t appear to have passed out due to excessive bleeding. Seeing that the mana he felt was insignificant, he seemed to have passed out due to depletion of mana…


    “Okay, calm down. can be easily treated Not once or twice.”


    As I muttered that, I put my hand on the affected part when I heard an unexpected voice.


    “Everyone stop-!”


    When I turned around, I saw a slender knight on horseback shouting in the middle of the main road.


    The voice is familiar…


    “…Baron Shahenna?”


    “okay! I am Baron Shaenna, the eighth horseman of His Majesty and the head of the Colmaros family!”


    She had about thirty cavalrymen under hermand, and all the alleys were full of foot soldiers. In short, we were surrounded.


    “In that name, Imand the bloody swordsman Phoenix and his men to drop their weapons and lie face down!”


    …What is this woman talking about?