My Villains Episode 337 Episode
58. Reunion (6)
Following the appearance of Ulkar, about a hundred riders ran downhill like a gale and crashed into the bloody mane rcenaries.
But I didn’t have ti to worry about that. It was because of the woman sitting on the saddle and hugging .
“Atalante, how are you… why
are you here?”
“That’s not what’s important right now, sir.”
She kissed her lips again and tapped the face shield over her nose. Then it floated up as if it were levitating, then it spun around and sat down.
“I never dread that I would be able to ride sothing like this… It’s okay, right?”
“uh? uh.”
Atalanta tapped the bicorn’s neck. Although the guy made a fuss, he didn’t reject the touch.
“good. Leave those rcenaries to the prince and let’s deal with them. Let’s go!”
She pointed to the trolls running amok in the middle of the camp in the distance.
Looking back, Seto, the Marquis of Eabon’s cavalry officer, was preparing to withdraw after collecting Antrum’s knights. The bloody mane rcenaries did not seem to be able to afford to catch them as they were facing new enemies in addition to the accumulated damage.
So… it won’t matter if you move a little earlier.
“Okay, I don’t know how it goes, but let’s go.”
Atalanta was dressed almost the sa as when I saw her the other day.
Arm guards made of pieces of steel plate, light leather armor, and the all-white spear ‘White Thorn’ were all ard. Red and black cloth ornants were wrapped around his right arm and shoulder, but they were literally just decorations.
Thanks to her simple attire, I was able to hold the reins with my arms wrapped around her thin, sturdy waist.
Kheung! The battle had already been going on for several hours, and even though the number of people burned increased, By-Corn snorted without showing any signs of exhaustion. As the creature accelerated explosively, Atalanta exclaid, ‘Wow, what is this?’ and fixed the saddle.
“Atalante, I don’t have hands.”
“know. Leave it to .”
The next mont, a purple glow flashed beneath her hair, which slled of voluptuous jasmine. The light of emptiness originating from the cervical vertebrae beca six spears and extended.
“Atakhtarq.”
Ugh.’
The spear of emptiness stretched out in all directions along with whispers of unknown aning. The purple spears stretched from 3 to 4 ters in length to 7 to 8 ters in length, striking the enemy cavalry.
“You fools, don’t scatter! It’s better to stick together-”
A rcenary clad in plate armor shouted and swallowed his breath. It was because the eerie glowing tentacles wrapped around its neck like a snake and pierced its eyes like a scorpion.
“Ag-gak”
Perhaps the spear of emptiness touched his brain, and he fell off his horse, shaking his limbs. The wriggling predator stretched out in search of its next prey.
“Ugh, what the hell is that-”
“It’s magic! There is a wizard here!”
Atalanta’s purple spear did not know about plate armor or heavy scale armor, but it could easily pierce most chain armor or tanned leather. Among the rcenaries, most of them were light cavalry wearing light armor, so the six tentacles ran amok and killed the enemy.
“You assholes, don’t stand out! It’s more dangerous if you can see the back of the head!”
“It’s nothing, don’t be afraid and hit it with a knife!”
A few brave n swung their weapons and tried to cut or break the Void Spears, but these purple tentacles were much tougher and harder than before.
Occasionally, even if a rcenary with excellent skills had difficulty cutting off the purple spear, Atalanta only shook her shoulder and imdiately raised the power of the void to restore it.
Atalanta has also improved a lot.
In the past, when the Void Spear was severed, she suffered as if she had lost a limb. It seems that the power of the void or patience has beco stronger now. Well, since both are problems related to ntal power anyway, there won’t be much difference.
By the ti Atalanta and I entered the camp, the bloodmane rcenaries’ center and left wing had finally collapsed.
The cavalryn, who wanted only 200 n, including the Antrum army and the Ulkar army, defeated the enemy ten tis that number.
“Run away!”
“Ahhhh—”
The knights of Ulkar, including Lord Ankir, relentlessly pursued the enemy cavalry, and eventually they split into quarters and scattered in all directions.
The cavalry officer Seto and Antrum’s knights rushed towards the camp without a mont to catch their breath. It was because the enemy right wing was attacking the main force where Count Osse was and stirring it up, and even the trolls, who didn’t know where they ca from, were rampaging.
“Auuuuuh-!” It was the roar of Utequai.
The direwolf and the hellfire whip were all sold out, and he was beating the enemy cavalryn with only a horned club.
Enemies near Utequai were busy running away helplessly as he smashed horses and people at once with a single swing, and occasionally exploded them. So boldly threw javelins or fired crossbows, but the tattoos on their shoulders glowed black and the projectiles ricocheted away.
“Ugh _ uh!”
Zeng!
‘Hand of Greed’, a unique option of ‘Hand of Mammon’, must have exploded.
oh that’s aweso lting it down and selling it will give you hundreds of gold coins.
Near Utequai, the ponytail Fritz was also rampaging. He rode a horse he had apparently stolen from his enemy, brandishing an iron flail wildly.
“her.”
It was so fitting to see him wearing full body armor lacquered in purple and driving a war horse wearing red barding. Also, it seems that he is accustod to fighting on horseback, but his skills look better than when he ran amok on the ground.
Thanks to Utequai and Fritz’s efforts, the elite soldiers of the Arya family pushed back the enemy vigorously. My comrades on the hill behind had already scattered and fled, so the remaining enemies began to collapse as soon as their morale was broken.
Turn it off! Of course, the story had nothing to do with the trolls.
From the beginning, I had a hunch that they weren’t normal trolls, but as I got closer and looked at them again, they were even worse. Aside from his large size, the armor and weapons he was wearing were all intricate.
The armor was made of large iron plates the size of a shield plate skillfully joined together, and the surface looked like it was rippling. Their weapons were large spears, axes and sticks that were tailored to their size, and they were all made of high-quality steel that was slted with the skill of artisans.
There were seven scale-armored trolls, three of which surrounded the female.
“Hmm.”
In the midst of the troll’s unique disgusting body odor, I felt an unknown aura. When I looked at it with magic power, sothing mysterious was flowing out of the flower-shaped tiara worn by that woman.
weird feeling.
It was similar to the atmosphere he felt from Soleva’s servant, ‘Sand Druid’ Unsted or the young druid Zanabas, and it seed that he could feel a little bit of the fraud spilled by ‘King of Death’ Luke.
While feeling the energy, I finally recognized the true identity of the trolls.
” ah.”
Elite trolls are summoned through the runestone with the funny na ‘The Troll Princess and the Seven Warriors’. A tricky monster party consisting of one psychic and seven warriors.
I miss you!
Hearing the ferocious cries, he turned around and saw that four troll warriors were tearing through Count Os’ main force.
Quaang!
Four or four soldiers were swept away by a single blow of an ax cut horizontally. Two of them were cut at the waist, and the rest flew through the air screaming.
“Ahhhh-” “Don’t back down!”
Even an ordinary troll in the wild is a dangerous monster. There is no way that it would be easy to deal with since they are properly ard.
A pair of giant worms that looked like a mixture of a praying mantis and a beetle, apparently summoned by battle mage Raff, were holding a troll warrior down. However, the remaining three went wild without realizing it.
“We must divide and deal with each other! Lure them in the other direction!”
General McNeill, nominally adjutant to Count Ost and effectively the commander-in-chief of this army, was shouting in person.
“Bring one guy this way! Lord Swallow, step out!”
The knights of the Golden Age Knights, who remained in the main force to escort Count Os, led their forces to stop the trolls.
No matter how elite the knights were, they couldn’t stand face-to-face with heavily ard trolls weighing several tons. But sohow, it seed like I could do sothing to turn off the ti.
Roaring!
At that mont, six or seven fireballs the size of a fist rose near General McNeil and flew one after another toward the nearby troll.
rescue!
The fla bullets exploded, hitting the helted head, causing the troll warrior to wave his arms in a panic.
Taking advantage of that opportunity, the middle-aged knight, Sir Zeviar, pounced on him. As if he had beco an assassin, he ran silently from behind.
.Poo-wook.
The long spear plunged deep into the troll warrior’s hamstrings. The troll shrieked and shrank as the spear was forced through the scales.
Sir Xavier, who imdiately drew his longsword, stabbed the troll warrior in the groin. It caught on the armor that stretched like a skirt and couldn’t cut it off, but it must have caused enough pain for the troll to swallow his breath and fall.
“Co on now!”
At General McNeill’s command, forty or twenty large soldiers threw themselves without hesitation. All of the elite soldiers wielding long-handled axes turned the troll warriors into at paste in an instant.
Co on-!
Upon learning of their comrade’s death, the trolls howled in rage.
In the anti, the troll princess, or the psychic, stood on a small rock and did not budge. Seeing her pursed lips, it seed that she was casting a spell.
“Nicks over there.”
“uh?”
A group of n and horses were running in groups, standing in the direction of Atalanta’s white spear.
were my n.
About a dozen people with the best skills, including Confair and Dervish. Leading them at the forefront was Heila riding the dark horse, Eultonize.
“…Hey, look at that again.” Atalanta muttered in a cold voice.
Just like the dragon in the legend, the sight of him wearing a red cloak fluttering like a curtain with dark red scales was terrifying to my eyes.
Goo-goo-gung-
There was a roar like thunder or a waterfall. The territory of the Blood King, developed by Heila, was scattered and united, and turned into five giant thorns.
Heila, who was riding her horse leisurely, held out a dagger with a clear blade at the troll princess.
In the next mont, five ‘red thorns’ tore through space like the claws of a beast.
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