Quit being a knight and become a mercenary

5 – Battle of the Chieftain Plains (3)

Is it because he cut and killed a guy who looked like he was quite high?

The gazes of the cubs around him all turned to me.

“f*ck, Captain Carlton was killed with one knife! Cut that f*cking asshole in half!”

“Kill a chicky chicker wearing sheet metal armor! Captain Carlton, I won’t let you go alone. f*ck that bastard too!”

“…… sh*t, I can’t see a bastard who doesn’t even stand a chance to stand up for his mother, saying he was lucky enough to kill the captain of the 10th! Gather everyone!”

As the bloody eyes of the eight soldiers focused only on me, a chill ran through my spine, but was it because I had already killed a few people today?

I don’t know if it’s because the crowds of people are all lame, but the fear slowly disappears.

In place of fear disappearing, the desire to win this war, the burning longing for success, and the desire to defeat these dickheads and prove my worth in front of everyone began to boil.

She is a beautiful woman that comes to mind especially vividly.

‘Karin, I want to prove my abilities to Karin’s senior mercenary so that they only look at me.’

With the addition of a goal that seemed certain to be caught in front of my eyes, the fear of dying completely disappeared.

And the confidence and desire to do anything that can be called war madness made my blood hot.

“Sifal, are you the ones whose mother and father collapsed in fright when they saw your face as soon as they were born? If your face looks ugly as if it was milled, you should at least look like a man. Did you rush around like girls and pee at recruits like me? It’s a pity that you’re alive, you bastards!”

At some point, my legs kicked off the ground and threw me into a group of idiots pointing at me with spears.

“Damn it, slit his throat so that I can’t hear that little pig biting!”

“It’s lucky to be a lucky chunky, so you can kill and kill the twelve people.

“Let’s have a look at that face under the helmet, you f*cking bastard!”

The soldiers who lost the captain of the decathlon tried to limit my range of movement with their own coordinated movements, but…

Unless it’s an attack that strikes me with a very heavy weight like a mace, I’m rarely stabbed to death by a spear unless I get scared and stop.

Well, if they could use auras like Captain Dalton, the story would be different, but just looking at their forms, didn’t they look like they couldn’t use auras?

I evaded their attacks, sometimes getting hit on purpose, and dug into where they were.

As I approached little by little, the realization and fear of approaching death appeared on the faces of the idiots who shouted while boasting numerical superiority.

I took out a weapon like a mace or a one-handed sword from my waist and tried to keep me in check, but it was a little faster to cut off the arms of the guy who was caught right in front of me with my sword.

“My arm, my arm! f*ck you orphan!”

I didn’t want to hear the bastard gurgling and making loud noises in front of me, so as a humanitarian measure, I struck the guy’s neck with a sword and blew it off.

“Your eardrums will burst, son of a b*tch. Only beautiful women are allowed to wail like that in front of me!”

Since he’s already dead, I can’t hear his answer, but I think I succeeded in stimulating the anger of the others around me.

Those who lost two of their comrades to me in an instant rushed at me with their eyes on and a weapon in one hand.

“I think I have a certain skill, but I will soon fall behind for the crime of turning our Carlton ten ligament into an enemy. It’s a f*cking cub! “

“Did you learn that just because you wear armor, you can wear it in battle like the knights and go wild? Horo bastard, you learn that life is not so easy and easy only at the yard where you die!”

“Go to hell and go to hell, it’s a baby to be f*cking on the ground!”

I’ve been surrounded and fought like this in a game, but that’s just a game trick.

According to the experience I learned from doing some fist fights in Korea, when it’s like this…

Don’t try to deal with all the idiots attacking me from all sides at once. ?

I made a decision in a few seconds, no, less than 0.3 Second, and I got down on my knees and lowered my posture.

The attacks that were aiming for my head and upper body lost their target and missed.

“What the f*ck?”

I heard the panicking voices of the guys, but as I kicked the ground with one foot, I aimed a knife at the guy in front of me, stabbed it, and escaped.

After the siege of conversion was in vain, I could see how many of the mercenaries surrounding me were trembling as if they were frightened.

The expressions on the faces of the other guys also said, “Oh, I got it wrong. Shall we run away right now?’, But during the war, if you run away, you will be caught by your allies and have no choice but to be summarily punished for deserting the enemy.

They knew that fact, so they turned on the light in their eyes again and rushed at me with the determination to kill me somehow…

It’s not a strong will to win against the enemy, but it’s just that I don’t want to die, so I’m going to have a good time.

In order to kill every single one of them or to break the morale of the other enemy mercenaries, I deliberately cut them in half with their waists as if to show off.

The places where the 10 enemies were standing were replaced with pieces of human bodies, chunks of internal organs, heads, and puddles of blood.

“f*ck, there’s a f*cking strong bastard in Dalton’s mercenaries! I have to pick up that baby’s neck like this! “

“Let’s skip rope by pulling out the enemy of the Calton twelve people!”

“A bastard like you shouldn’t be alive! You mother whore!”

If you hear it from an ally, it’s insulting, but if you hear it from an enemy on the battlefield, when the curse is pouring toward me, I’ll raise my value and lead today’s battle to victory…

I decided to exercise my right to exercise in this situation.

He raised his sword high into the sky, and then shouted with the idea of drawing energy from his stomach.

“Martin Mayer, a new mercenary in the Dalton Mercenary Corps, will open the way! Premature ejaculation bastards who are weaker than girls, get out of my way if your life is worth it!”

I could feel the eyes of the Fjord Decaecal Captain and others all focused on me at the cry that only those who succeeded in breaking through at the vanguard could shout.

Everyone cheered in a loud voice at the sight of a wide road being pierced by the vanguard of the enemy mercenaries.

“Damn it, I can’t lose to this f*cking recruit! It’s a time to show the power of, f*cking baby! “

“Charge forward! Let’s show mercy to those poop-filled bastards and put an end to their hard lives!”

“Captain Dalton has picked up some f*cking stuff! If you just keep kicking it like this, you’ll have to get rid of it, charge!”

Numerous mercenaries followed me and began to collide with the enemy formations, and other mercenaries, including the Fjord Tens, slowly but surely pushed back those whose formation had collapsed.

Every time we penetrated their formation step by step, the dying words of the enemy mercenary soldiers resonated.

I, Martin Mayer, also continued to carry on the propaganda, cutting the throats of idiots who stood in my way.

Perhaps it was only because of the weak guys, there was no one who could stop my unstoppable swing of the sword, and at one point, just as I was about to show the arrogance that I was dominating this battlefield, a man exuding unusual momentum appeared in front of my eyes.

He was wearing iron armor, similar to me, and had a fairly heavy and sharp-looking two-handed sword in his hand.

For a mediocre soldier, he had a heavy presence and tremendous strength.

He came in front of me, looked at me, pointed his sword at me, and smiled.

“Hey, you f*cking son of a b*tch! You think you think you’re the best guy in the world because you killed Carlton? This old man Schmitz will show you the spicy taste of the world and blow your arrogant head off! Come on!”

The voice didn’t contain a heavy aura like Captain Dalton’s, but I could feel it, albeit weakly.

Aura that gives the main character or knights who use swords or spears in the game physical strength and strength beyond human limits.

There is a prejudice that most people who can use Auras are born into noble families and have a noble status, but in this world, as they gain experience by participating in wars and killing people, some people with natural talents become ‘Aurors’. It is not uncommon to directly awaken the

Therefore, even in fantasy games, it is not uncommon for apprentice knights to stick one-on-one with veteran mercenaries who use auras, and pots are broken.

Fortunately, the owner of this body was born into a family of knights in the countryside, so he had the opportunity to learn and feel the Aura.

If you continue to gain experience while slaughtering mercenaries like this…

I will soon be able to learn the Aura and stand in the ranks of the strong.

So, of course, I must respond to his provocation, so that I can hasten the day when I attain my goals in this damn world: power, honor, and even beauty?

As I was solidifying my decision, Max Thirty Captain, a senior officer in our mercenary corps, who had come behind me and said he would not come on the ‘first day’ when he was standing behind me, grabbed my shoulder.

“Take a break. Because this body will kill that big f*cking pig. Watch and learn, newcomer. No Martin.”

Hearing that, I decided to step back for a while.

Because it would be nice to fight someone who uses auras and hasten the awakening and development of auras, but seeing with my own eyes how mercenaries who can use auras fight, even though they are of the lowest rank, is a great help for growth.

‘The sound of clashing swords, the posture of swinging swords, the spirit… I’m going to remember every single one of these things, chew them up, and become stronger.’

Just as I made up my mind to absorb everything from the two of them with my experience, Captain Max sibs aimed his halberd at him.