Chapter 20 – Upper Escort

I was worried about the bustle and opened my eyes. Looking at it, it seems that it is time to wake up. I thought his throat his was tingling and his mouth his was going to run dry because it had suddenly gotten so damn cold the night before. Still, seeing that everyone is still alive, it seems that there was no such thing as an attack.

As soon as I woke up, I tried to warm myself up, but the bonfire had long since gone out, leaving only charred branches, so the heat spread out in an instant.

Do you think it makes sense that there is no fire when your whole body is as cold as a corpse and you are on the verge of falling over? As soon as I opened my eyes, I was full of stress.

“No, fuck. This one has no fire.”

However, I did not want to light a fire again at this timing, so I warmed up with simple gymnastics and stretching. So, people informed me that it was time to wake up, as if it was time to leave soon. People got up one by one, and soon the lead carriage moved.

The adventurers who had been on vigil looked very tired. But they should be able to get a good night’s sleep tonight. It’s me who’s worried Because I had to stay awake today.

The fatigue of waking up in the middle of the night, standing guard, then going back to sleep was the hardest of the hardships that only those in the know know. I will be depressed from now until the vigil is over.

ㅡ Jerking and bucking.

I walked along the road without hesitation. It was still about a day’s drive from the city, so the condition of the road was good.

However, there were countless trees and grasses growing on both sides of the road, and there seemed to be nothing strange about the monsters hiding in those places suddenly popping out and attacking them. I was nervous in my own way, but I was tired and I didn’t even notice those things.

Whether it popped out or not, it was a different world story now.

To be honest, just going to the next city is such a toil, it’s no different from exploring a remote area. My heart, which was full of hope until the first start, had long since sunk into the mud.

Zylo, standing on the other side of the carriage, glanced at me from time to time. Even if it’s wrong, it seems to be firmly wrong. I think he saw an opportunity and was thinking of talking to me, but the only conversation I could have was fist-to-fist.

The ascension went on tediously without much happening.

It took almost a day to go down to the countryside on New Year’s Day, but it’s the first time in my life that it took five days to go anywhere. I vowed never to travel long distances again. It was the moment when the car proved to be a great invention.

—Sue.

It was then.

Somehow from the front. A tree growing next to the road, or something like grass, leaned forward in a subtle way.

What?

To my sleepy eyes, that green thing looked like a simple tree or vine falling over. Three seconds to think so.

“Hey, fuck. That’s…”

My words didn’t follow.

“Quaaaaagh!!!”

A scream that sounded like someone was being torn apart. Yesterday, the martial artist who claimed to be vigilant was ‘lifted’ higher than the carriage.

“Damn it! Prepare for battle!”
“It’s Giant Mantis!”

The identity of the attacker was a giant praying mantis bigger than a wagon! It looked completely different from a praying mantis somewhere, but its sharp scythe-like forelimbs and overall appearance itself were similar.

It roared as it picked up Mutuga with its front legs and lifted it up.

ㅡQuiei Iik!!

My mother, I have never seen such a monster while living in another world! If I had a monster encyclopedia, NEW!! Registered with the mark! What a crazy monster! So inhuman!

A huge green praying mantis suddenly jumped out of the bush and snatched up the martial artist.

“Save me!!!”

The martial artist gripped his waist and let out a mournful scream.

I had a gut feeling that I was screwed.

If that guy dies here, there will be one person who will stand the vigil. That was something I could never forgive. No matter what, it had to be rescued. Recognizing him, fighting spirit flares up.

Giant Mantis walked out into the middle of the road with his martial ga lifted up. There was nothing Mutuga could do but scream like a crab spewing bubbles.

ㅡ Quiik! Quiik!
“Aaaaa!!!”

Like a stupid kid.

There were more than ten people who could fight here, but it seemed like they were a bit squeamish, probably because they were insects. If I had normal judgment, I would have quickly disappeared back into the forest at the point where I snatched a person.

“Everyone! Surround the monsters!”

When the middle-aged man in the green hat gave the order, the first to run out were the soldiers at the top. The adventurers hesitated as if they were frightened by the giant monster.

“What are you doing! Wages cannot be paid if the contract is not fulfilled!”

A bad order fell against such adventurers. When the money came up, they ran away. I also sprinted at this time and was the first to occupy the rear part of the Giant Mantis.

It was important to get the position right in order to put the deal well.

“Koooooh!”

Just looking at the visual, it was a monster that would have cut the martial artist in half a long time ago, but it was just carelessly grabbing the martial artist and putting its mouth on it to eat it. But looking at it, it seems that I can’t chew properly because I’m blocked by the uniform.

Are insect-type monsters generally like this?

“Everyone, attack!”

At those words, the soldiers thrust spears into Mantis’ torso. Push! Green, nasty liquid splashed out. Each of the adventurers also started kicking and kicking the torso with their own tools. Only then did Giant Mantis, realizing that the fire had fallen on his feet, threw down his martial ga and swung his forelimbs like an angry mantis. It was a sharp attack, like the sickle of the god of death, but the accuracy rate was poor. Everyone seemed moderately avoiding it.

It was literally a raid to hunt large monsters.

The adventurers evaded attacks while rolling, and swarmed around to feed them effective hits. As the damage accumulated, green veins splattered.

Unexpectedly, I approached the slender looking hind legs, feeling a sense of admiration at the slow movements of the guy. Perhaps it was the legs of an insect, but they looked very thin and fragile.

“Damn it!”

I held the knife to the Giant Mantis’ hind leg and sliced ​​it through like a saw.

“Chew! Cut your legs!”
ㅡQui Iik!

Then the guy convulsed in pain and twisted his body. Seeing the blade tearing through the upper, he desperately wanted to eat it, so he succeeded in slicing off his leg.

It was more exciting sawing than Heungbu cutting gourds.

ㅡQuiik!

Giant Mantis, who lost a leg, let out a grotesque scream like a runner who lost one leg in an unfortunate accident. When his leg was amputated, his ability to change direction was greatly reduced.

“Good job!”

Someone shouted

Seeing how I sliced ​​off my legs, they all clung to the legs of the Giant Mantis and ripped them off, thinking they might plagiarize me.

It was like watching a mantis being attacked by an ant. No matter how big and powerful the predators were, the Tagulichi ants had no business.

ㅡquiit!

Giant Mantis, who lost all his legs except for his front legs in an instant, thud! He fell to the ground with a groan. Seeing that huge body wriggling while shedding green sap, I immediately felt nauseous. With no legs, the belly his just looked like a giant caterpillar.

“Kill!”

People excitedly hacked at the Giant Mantis, who could no longer resist.

Looking at it that way, it would only take effort and dirty clothes, but violence was the best entertainment for those who were stressed by repeated marches. They let out a joyful exclamation and turned the fallen monster into a mop.

“It’s big, but it was just a petty hogu bastard.”

That was my impression of the dying Giant Mantis.

It was too bland for a body larger than a wagon. I don’t know if it’s simply because there are a lot of us, but according to my impressions, giving it two stars would be appropriate for [Giant Mantis ★★]. I learned the lesson that strength is not proportional to size.

“You fucking bastard!”

The martial artist, who had been crying bitterly after being captured just now, had come to his senses his, and in a fit of rage, attacked randomly.

There were bloodstains on the uniform, but it looked like there were no major wounds. Every time Dempsey Roll and soccer kick hit, the cheerful sound of hitting a heavy punching bag rang out. I was more than happy to see him looking healthy.

Giant Mantis, who was not treated with such manners, was torn to shreds and stretched out.

I put one of the legs I cut off over my shoulder and asked an adventurer nearby to satisfy my curiosity.

“Hey, friend. Does this praying mantis have any money?”
“Apart from the head and front legs, there’s not much. Even those hind legs you’re holding won’t get you a very good price.”

I didn’t really want to hear that. Fuck.

In fact, making money by killing monsters was such a vague concept.

It is said that the income is terrible compared to the cost, because money is limited to useful parts. Only institutions that can be used for making tools or making tools become money.

Mainly leather or carapace. Bone is an example.

So it was also understood that this mantis had no place to make money. Will you make armor or weapons with this? It is, at best, an ornament. If you see me being sliced ​​by my sword, the durability won’t be that good.

I was the first to rush into it because I wanted to make some money, but when it happened like this, I lost my temper. Disappointed all of a sudden, my hands and feet trembled with a sense of betrayal. Such a useless bastard.

“Shit.”

As if the money was really bad, the merchants cut off only the front legs and head and put them on the roof of the wagon, leaving the rest of the carcass away. The same goes for my hind legs. No one took care of it, so I just threw it away.

It felt like my heart was being torn apart. Raids were successful at best, but I only dropped jap items. Does this make hunting taste good?

“Let’s start again!”

We left the scene with a bitter aftertaste. It would be a nuisance from a traffic perspective if the corpse of a monster like that was left unattended, but over time, the scavenger monsters that smelled the corpse would clean it up.

I picked off large leaves and trimmed the knife. The green sap sticks to the knife, and if you put it in the scabbard as it is, the knife is likely to be chewed up. Not only is it difficult if the knife does not come off at the decisive moment, but if it rusts, you have to pay for it to be removed.

I carefully wiped the sap with the leaves. Then, killing time, it became rest time again, and Jylo approached to see if he was not tired. Zylo, with blonde hair and a neutral expression, spoke to me, who was still tearing dry.

“There are so many ethnic minorities in our Cheondohoe. I’m sure Katt-nim too…”

From my point of view, this Chondohoe religion must have been a vicious cult that seduced the blood of the minorities who were persecuted and discriminated against in society through flattery.

Clearly, this bastard named Jylo was something of a broker, and it seemed obvious that he would get paid on a case-by-case basis.

“Fuck it.”
“Didn’t you say you would listen to me in exchange for volunteering to stay on the night watch yesterday?”
“That’s why I’m standing today too. If you really don’t want to get lost, just get out.”

I see a lot of strange people in my life.

Even when I was homeless and living as an F-class adventurer, there were quite a few approaches like this. So I have some tolerance.

At the time when I gathered homeless people for making a shelter for the homeless (I was dragged halfway by force) and forced them to do murderousy labor robbery, I thought it would really go to the goal, so I hit the supervisor’s head with a stone and ran away.

It was not a shelter at all, and the food was not given properly as much as I worked.

What a colorful life it was. Back then, life was a series of struggles. To me, who has lived such a life, saying that these pseudo-assholes pick up straws was just an overstatement.

Anyway, the bad memory came up, and the heat was rising, so I looked at Jylo with the mindset that I was going to hit it, and he went back to his seat her, as if he had grasped her mood her.