2nd Floor – Lv.185 Grand Shaman (3)
“Wow.”
The girl stopped looking for an exit and muttered a little dazedly.
You start to feel the heat.
This is the direction in which a group of orcs that appeared suddenly and a griffon would engage.
A large amount of flames were pouring out from the beak of a huge eagle.
The girl could not find anything to compare with the scene in her memory.
If I had to think about it, would it be a big fire scene?
It was a horrific sight to see why fire is called a fire horse.
The process by which stone and iron become soot in a flame equally.
“How do you deal with something like that…”
The scary shoes that flowed out of their beaks had a fluid-like texture. sticky flames.
It is unfamiliar to see a fire spreading like water in such a way, even though there is no medium for the object to be burned.
The girl remembered her uncle’s request.
[If you touch the breath, you die. That fire cannot be put out.]
There is an illusion in the word magic.
Magical fire is a different form from ‘combustion’ as a physical phenomenon, so I heard from my uncle and knew it.
Nevertheless, the real thing is so destructive that the illusion disappears.
Should I call it translucent lava rather than fire?
However, in spite of its majesty, Breath did no damage to the orc horde.
The old orc shaman holds up his staff.
All the flames that hit him are being sucked into the marble at the tip of the staff.
Only the remaining aftermath flows around.
The aftermath could not break through the thin veil that had sprung from the fingertips of the other young orc shaman.
The ferocious orc officers were trembling in fear, unsuitably in the midst of it.
The girl’s eyesight could capture the scorching and shriveling of the orcs’ hair.
They soon threw away their weapons as well.
Smoke began to rise from the wooden sack.
How many degrees is that place now?
At that dizzying scene, the girl shook her head.
A little while ago, I thought it was easier than I thought, and I felt like a stupid kid.
Guardian of this ruin was not easy.
It was just that his design was perfect.
Confidence suddenly disappears.
What more is that orc?
What else is witchcraft?
I’ve seen it, but I don’t know
The girl gasped and hid behind the pillar.
The world she lived in was not a very peaceful place.
Still, there was no such thing. It was a legendary existence that would become a saga just by seeing it.
The entire boss room begins to heat up.
sweat dripping from the body Even in a fierce battle, there was not much.
It was a craze that seemed to dry out the skin.
[A boss room of this size will be heated with breath. It is best to retreat back to the entrance, and the lane is as far behind the high-rise pillar as possible.]
It was part of the ‘attack’ repeatedly emphasized by the uncle who realized the possibility of a breath weapon.
In the case of Lane, he said he would guide the direction of Breath.
What number were you thinking of using?
When I saw the actual breath, I wondered if that was possible.
is not it? I didn’t even give him a chance to write something like that and cut it for 30 seconds, so I wondered if that was possible.
I have felt it enough in the past few days, but this time the impact is different.
It wasn’t just something to laugh about.
I was starting to think more and more that he was a wizard or something.
Not too long ago, he was proud of his ability by pushing bomb fruit into his snout.
I thought there were a lot of unnecessary explanations for this easy thing.
I even thought that memorizing was not worth it.
It seems that the lengthy explanations were also pressed down without any need.
The girl frowned displeasedly.
Reflect on your bubbly heart
Negligence in battle is never tolerated.
A fact that was always emphasized at home.
[In the labyrinth, you get stronger more easily than outside. If you do, you may be misunderstood.]
Even that pomp was warned in advance.
[Keep in mind. This is a labyrinth It is a land where there is a limit to being strong as a human being. The further down you go, the more monsters that kill humans with one hand.]
“No, really, what are you doing?”
suddenly feels distant. The girl leaned against the pole and slipped and fell.
The hunter who was carrying it was also seated next to him.
This man is still losing his mind.
“This is normal.”
Know.
The girl is also well aware of her own specialties.
Her family was built to fight.
She too was born to fight.
The innate lineage, the body, is out of the norm.
There is also harsh discipline added to it.
So it’s normal for her to be abnormal.
But what about you?
I learned about the basic law of the labyrinth.
When the exile resurrects on the first floor, all previous training returns to zero.
It is just the appearance of the moment when you were first dragged into this labyrinth from the outside world.
His attire is a white tee and jeans.
It wasn’t like going out.
There is no trace of training on the body.
There are no traces on her own, but it’s just not revealed because she’s of a special bloodline.
Otherwise, there are no muscles or calluses on the palms that should have been attached.
Actually, there are calluses.
A lump on the first joint of the ring finger that occurs when a pencil or pen is used for a long time.
Calluses under the wrist caused by holding the mouse all day long.
Calluses on the fingertips are caused by prolonged use of mechanical keyboards.
I was educated to read other people’s lives with even the slightest clue.
A lot of information that can look into how a person has lived.
He must have been an office worker who used the computer for a very long time.
Considering his health, he is an Indian group living in harmony with exercise.
In fact, at first, I was not very physically fit.
In fact, it’s still uncomfortable.
By the standards of a girl, she has only become more like a human now.
That’s the level of the labyrinth’s power stat correction.
If it is outside, it is undoubtedly the appearance of an ordinary person that she must protect.
But the labyrinth gives experience.
Its ordinary body overcomes everything with terrifying skills.
An overwhelming power that even a girl who was raised to be an expert in combat can’t understand is ingrained in the body of an ordinary man.
The girl was so surprised.
How much experience did this person have?
In this labyrinth of endless death and death, how long did it take for an ordinary person to acquire such a distant skill?
I’ve been training, so I know better.
Even decades are not enough.
Maybe a lifetime outside.
So now it’s weird.
why? is strange
The elderly hunter began to groan.
The temperature approaching the sauna is harsh even if you are stunned.
this is the general public an ordinary person
A person who struggles to find a home in the endless abyss.
A challenge is never a human duty.
It is not a sin to seek serenity and peace.
Living like this would be common in this crazy world.
so why?
Uncle has passed those terrible years. Can I still try?
“Really. Really. Crazy. Stranger than me. Stranger than the people in my family. He’s a real crazy person.”
As the girl said that, she smiled involuntarily.
one who is one step ahead. A person who always seems to be standing in front of running.
Someone who will never look at me with a tired expression no matter what.
Unlike the shadows cast on confidence.
The girl was finally fully aware.
The reddened cheeks are not due to the heat.
The thing that hangs on the lips is a smile that everyone can see when they have a foreboding of spring.
* * *
“after······.”
The aftermath of the breath is physically powerful, but it is even more powerful magically.
That’s why [Eunshin] flies in one shot.
Right now, I do not have the stats or skills to detect magic, but the experience I have dealt with countless times remains as intuition.
The flow of magic can be fully understood.
My fingertips tingle at the dense magical power that comes like a roar.
I let out a long sigh.
Time to think.
How intuition works No matter how many years have passed, such a thing cannot be known.
But one thing is certain: this is also an ability that can be cultivated.
I didn’t have a good sense of fighting in the first place. Rather, it was closer to the body.
It’s not that I thought it was fortunate that it wasn’t a soul-type game for nothing.
I can’t even count how many ways they died.
As I was just living like that, at some point, I became aware of it.
Strictly speaking, it is the result of memorizing all the movements that can come out of the skeletal structure of a human body or monster.
Anyway, if there’s no delay, wouldn’t it be intuition?
But it was also psychological.
This labyrinth is a subtly philosophical place.
After all, why am I doing this here? what is life What is behind death? Why are they suffering?
subject to such considerations.
What.
To put it bluntly, it’s just that I’m dazzled by sage time.
But even if the question is unanswered, there is something to be gained through apology.
If people keep thinking about it, eventually they will find out something.
Mind-reading is surprisingly just the ability to read people’s minds well.
So, after thinking about it, I intuitively realized it.
why did you relieve
what were you afraid of
What was the origin of the feeling of constant discomfort these days?
Insights from experience can be applied to myself as well.
It’s been a long time since I thought about it, so I forgot.
A possibility that came to mind when the episode was not long.
It is a ghost of a time where we cannot know how many decades have passed since it was buried.
lets think.
Assuming this labyrinth is a game.
I know.
know everything
What can happen, what cannot happen.
They are all in the realm of probability.
always within my range.
There are no squares in it.
there must be no
otherwise······.
Maybe this place isn’t a game but reality.
I see such a possibility.
What about this situation now?
It seems that I haven’t been able to make a clear judgment about the girl.
An NPC who came out with a setting he had never seen before.
A square of game knowledge that first appeared.
Is it my unconscious? It’s aroused anxiety.
But.
not now
There is one possibility.
The general developer of this game was so eccentric that he sometimes called me to company dinners.
Then, there will be some listening.
[There’s an encounter you’ll never see.]
[Oh, what else? Stop making shit like that. All users run away.]
[No, you can’t see it.]
[why?]
[There is a 100-year limit. There are things that come out when I use them all.]
[······· Isn’t that just a background setting?]
[Not yet. Oh man, even if you do data mining right now, you won’t know what it is. I don’t know when I’ll patch it because it’s been delayed so much.]
[You bastard. Don’t keep increasing only dummy data, do it right!]
It was kind of a conversation.
Memories revived from the other side of distant memories.
I didn’t know what it was after all.
It wasn’t just one or two that had a schedule sticker attached to it.
So I have no choice but to think.
This bastard has a new patch I don’t know. go to the submarine This sippullum.
It wasn’t, it was quite common.
I’m happy though.
This world is also a game.
It was that fact and that belief that gave me relief.
It is also what sustains me.
right or wrong
* * *
“Cheap!”
“What is that scream?”
“The blinking timing was so bad!”
You must have been very surprised.
But how can you make a scream like that? It’s difficult.
I noticed that the pronunciation was also strange, so I chewed my tongue. It is a three-dimensional sound that cannot be produced without that level.
“Hey, how’s your tongue?”
That’s right.
“Did you find the exit?”
The crying girl shakes her head.
“I tried to open it, but none of it opened.”
Not good. I need to get these two out soon.
Looking through the pillars in the direction of the arch shaman.
Of course, there doesn’t seem to be much damage.
On the contrary, when I saw the magic of fire that was flowing over the tip of the staff, it was a big deal.
That’s the reason why Breath Weapons, which are often used against shamans, are suicidal.
The class called Shaman originally specializes in drawing power from other sources.
If you are a skilled caster, a low level of breath will take away your control.
A breath weapon is a deadly thing, as it is a torrent of pure elements that are not controlled.
A griffon that had recovered but died and came back to life.
Perhaps this was the last act, so he is lying on his face and groaning.
Even so, it will take some time to deal with only the orc officers who are stuck with the deal, so I’ll probably return the breath I’ve absorbed.
If it gets hit by a fireball like that, the griffon will be an elemental resistance and turn to ashes.
Oh, is there no way to just skip the makta? The experience is too low.
Contemplating whether or not to be greedy, I turned my head, and the girl made a noise.
“Huh? I think I’m in trouble.”
“why?”
“I just made eye contact with that old shaman.”
“What?”
hurriedly look back
The surviving orc officers hold their smoking weapons.
The disciple Orc follows him.
The Great Shaman is…
The final blow was not directed towards the griffon.
The element of condensed fire began to slowly fly towards it.
Why did the aggro bounce?
No.
He also showed me detecting lightning, and also showed me how to block spells.
It certainly deserves a failure in aggro management.
“Oh, please. Really.”
I mean, this is what this game is actually like.
In preparation for such an event, I always leave points for shooting skills.