63. There is no poor dungeon in the world (5)
There is a scene that appears every time there is a confrontation between masters in movies and cartoons.
It’s called a confrontation, a fight of the eye,
It’s not just about keeping in shape and staring at the opponent, it’s about keeping a distance and gauging the opponent’s skills and momentum.
It was also the composition I hated the most. As soon as my ability is alerted, it becomes easier to deal with. It was not a combat skill in the first place, but a skill purely used to produce things and structures that I could actually make, so it was an unavoidable limitation.
I also wanted to have at least one simple skill specialized in combat.
Simple things like handling fire or handling ice. It would have been nice to use it for survival in moderation.
“…That’s it. It’s not something to think about right now.”
First of all, the first thing to do is to think about how to deal with the hobgoblins and goblins watching me from 100 meters away.
“T-Do some magic to create walls in that land…”
“It’s not magic, it’s a skill.”
“Was it a skill spoon? The world is so unfair…”
It seems that skills are recognized in this world as well. Well, in the end, it was only natural for saints, knights, and wizards that the presence or absence of skills was treated as the presence or absence of talent. That’s why I can’t refute even if I hear the sound of a skill spoon with a pretty luxurious skill.
…This is the true ending, and it’s a nabal, and it’s difficult to go through to the end, so it’s a problem.
“Don’t you have skills too?”
“…How did you know?”
Don’t make a wary look now. Before tossing it with goblin rice. When I blatantly glanced at him, Sif averted his gaze and lowered his tail. Still, it’s not a bad skill if it’s a stealth skill. I don’t know if that will help in the current situation.
“!)@$#*&)!!”
“Ooh, shall we run away? How do you two hold something like that?!”
“Don’t be afraid. Even so, it’s just a goblin.”
In terms of pure strength, they must be on the same level as trolls. Somehow, as long as I approached the distance where my skill worked, I could handle it easily from then on.
The problem is the object the Hobgoblin is holding.
“If you hit it wrong, your body will split in half.”
Where did you get such a large ax? Ah, since I was born in this dungeon, was it made in the dungeon? Looking at the ax that was bigger than me, who is on the taller side, I doubted whether the earthen walls would stop the ax strike. If I believe in the mud wall and run away, I think I’ll split my head with the axe.
I’ll have to try it though. I took out a bag of poison powder from my bag and handed it to Sif. Sif took the pouch from me with a bewildered face and asked.
“What is this?”
“Lifeline. Go quietly and spray the Hobgoblin.”
“…Is it poisonous?”
“You better not think about spraying it on me. Before I die, I will make you my companion for four years.”
“…I didn’t think so!”
It’s a piece of sh*t not to do it. The guy who just pricked up his ears at the word poison.
“Hide those ears and tail, then talk. Anyway, I’ll get your attention, so get going quickly.”
“…Okay. The protection of the moon.”
Sif’s body began to blur. That’s Sif’s skill that plagued the players, Moon’s Protection. Although the name is grandiose, it is nothing more than a skill that blurs the body. If it wasn’t for an assassin or a thief, it wouldn’t be very useful.
It’s a pretty useful situation right now, though.
I fixed the shovel and slowly closed the distance. I hear the goblins gathered around the Hobgoblin staring at the Hobgoblin and saying something. Of course, I couldn’t understand, so I didn’t know what they were talking about.
“It would be easier if I understood the language.”
Still, it was clear what kind of conversation was going on. All the goblins were glaring at me with wary eyes. It was obvious what to say anyway.
Kill that bastard.
I clicked my tongue as I watched each goblin grab a weapon.
There are only four people with canes. Will I live because I am saddened by this? Swearing came out of my mouth as I could clearly see the future in which four fireballs would fly. Only those who play a fun shooting game, you guys with no conscience.
Those fireballs are really annoying. When there are 4 fireballs, it is difficult to block them with such soft ground. It’s easier to avoid. The problem is Hobgoblin.
Because if I dodge the fireball, that bastard will come running to kill me.
There was no guarantee that he would not get hurt while being attacked by the Hobgoblin while he was in a state of collapse while trying to avoid a fireball.
Of course, Lenny could pierce Hobgoblin’s body with his fingers while swinging his palm at the speed of Mach, like a fireball, but… I can’t do that. Hitting a fireball with a shovel is literally suicidal, so of course you can’t.
Still, you should draw as much attention as possible.
I used the skill with the shovel stuck in the ground.
“Production.”
Cover yourself with a wall. The slender earth wall was about to explode in front of a fireball, but that was enough.
“Production. Produce. Produce. Produce.”
I purposely built the wall in a big circle. It was a trick that made it difficult to aim the magic that would fly towards me. I don’t have clairvoyance, so I won’t be able to see where I am behind the wall.
“!*@(&(!#$!!”
Maybe I don’t like the long walls. Or is it because the fireballs fired by the goblin shamans all just destroyed the wrong walls? The hobgoblin twisted his ugly face and hit the ground with his axe as if to vent his anger. Seeing that the ground was dug deep, it seemed that if it was hit by one, it would be ejected into the underworld.
I hid behind the wall again when I saw the canes being pointed at me. The wall, lined up with roughly a dozen or so, completely hid my figure. I couldn’t close the distance, but I’m sure they care enough about me. Still, it’s better to make sure you have insurance in case you can turn your attention to Sif.
“Production.”
From noble mtl dot com.
Make a platform. I jumped from wall to wall as if I was on the edge of a wall.
My eyes are drawn to me rather than Sif, who is naturally invisible. If you make a mistake, you die. But I have no intention of dying. I smiled as I watched the fireball flying toward me.
I kicked off the wall and jumped over the fireball. A heat that seemed to burn the soles of my feet passed through me. I hear a wall explode behind me. The sorcerers shout something and point their wands at me again. It is repetition of familiar things.
However, there was information I found out while fighting with them.
It takes at least 10 seconds to fire the fireball again.
10 Seconds. Long if long, short if short.
Close the distance. And see the opportunity Seeing that he made the goblins surround him instead of charging them, it must mean that he has some level of intelligence. If I approach, they will try to distance themselves somehow.
“Production. Produce. Produce. Produce.”
Build countless walls at random. That alone was enough to protect me from the fireball.
“Repair. Repair. Repair. Repair.”
Explosion and regeneration are repeated. Walls rebuilt and walls broken again. The fight between spear and shield showed no signs of ending. Still, if you openly drag aggro and hold on, Sif will strike you in the back.
Let’s wait a bit. A little bit.
…When will this b*tch arrive? It’s a skill that gets caught if you make violent movements, so it can’t be helped that it’s slow, but it feels too…
“I heard that even a tiger will come if you tell me.”
“Eat this!”
I looked at Sif, who appeared behind the Hobgoblin and threw the pouch. As the yellow powder sprinkled on the Hobgoblin’s head spread all over the Hobgoblin’s body, the Hobgoblin staggered with a sound full of bewilderment.
Naturally, the nearby goblins also sat down on the floor.
It’s fortunate that the paralysis drug worked.
If that didn’t work, I’d just use Sif as bait and try to bounce.
“Then let’s finish it.”
I got out of the walled forest and ran into the Hobgoblin.
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“Good job.”
“Uh, that, yes. You did a good job too!”
I picked up the key that was drowning in the hobgoblin’s bloody puddle that had holes all over its body. I feel bad because there is a lot of blood and it is sticky. Just open the box anyway, so bear with it. As I climbed over the Hobgoblin’s corpse and approached the treasure chest, Sif followed me.
I opened her box first without paying attention to her.
Inside the box were several silver bars and a gold bar. It’s a pretty salty reward. Wouldn’t it be possible to touch quite a lot of money just by selling this? As I was immersed in such anticipation, I heard a voice from behind.
“Hey, over there! Since I helped you, can’t you release this?”
“Why me?”
“Ah, isn’t this enough to pay off all your debts?”
“The debt of life is piled up like a mountain, and even if I give it to you, I can’t pay it back.”
Listen to where you want to hit. I’d rather break her head off with a shovel. As I slipped up the shovel, Sif cowered, covering his head with his arms. I put the shovel back on the floor in a motion that seemed to have been beaten a lot.
“Oh, no… Something like that… OK. After. Save my life though. Without me, my younger siblings would starve to death…”
Sif’s ears drooped. I fiddled with the handle of her shovel for a moment, stared at her silently, then opened her mouth.
“Do you remember what I said earlier?”
“Oh. Uh…xru?”
“Not that.”
“Uh…An offer you can’t refuse?”
“Yes.”
“Stand, no way…”
Why are you covering your breasts with her arms? What the hell is on this b*tch’s head? I blew honey chestnuts on Sif’s forehead and said.
“It’s not like that. Just trying to make a deal. If you sign a contract, I will give you this.”
I waved a silver bar in front of her. A silver bar the size of her palm. This alone should be enough to live on for about a month. Sif turned her head to follow the swaying silver bar like someone hypnotized.
“Really, a contract? What contract is it?”
“When I go around the dungeon, participate as a porter. Every time you finish a dungeon, I’ll give you a labor fee. And if you find any interesting information, tell me.”
“Interesting information?”
“Rumors about a new dungeon, rumors about the nobles’ backstabbing, stories about gangs ruling the back alleys. Anything is fine, so whenever you contact me, tell me everything you know.”
It was a really important part for me, who only roughly remembers the future development. Determining the timing through external information. And use it to your advantage. It was a situation where an external source of information was needed, and there was an option to hire a sif who could be easily handled, so there was no reason not to use it.
“Okay! I’ll do it!”
I’m already preoccupied with silver ingots, so I don’t even want to hear the details of the contract.
I gently placed the silver bar on Sif’s palm, who was staring at it as if possessed. With that alone, Sif smiled with an innocent smile he had never seen before and waggled his tail.. He seemed quite happy.
“hehehehe… lol… Silver bars, silver bars…”
I don’t see where I’ve been listening to the screams.
I smiled when I saw that.
“Then I will get out of the dungeon soon.”
“Let’s go! Leader!”
“Captain?”
“Then what do you call it?”
“…Just call it that.”
It doesn’t matter what you call it.
I got out of the boss room with a new subordinate.