Foreigner with Dark Hair in Another World

"Chinnijiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii!!!!"

On the other side of the darkness, a scream appears to have erupted from the abducted Mutuga. It was certainly not the end of death, even though it was the last scream of life.

"Sister!!!!!"

The bodies of those who realized him hardened like ice.

Mutuga is not dead.

However, it was only a clear scream that resulted from tremendous suffering. Despite that overwhelming scream, we could not run into the darkness.

Those who shouted to chase the ogre until just now couldn't open their mouths any more. It seemed as if Mutuga only had the authority to open his mouth in the field.

"Veek! Dhik! Yikes!!!!"

"Yippee Yippee Yippee!!"

"Huuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!!"

Screaming continues. Just like the hole in hell was briefly opened in that darkness, only a terrifying sound was pouring out. I was also shocked by that crazy sound. What the hell is he doing in the dark?

Human imagination was a weapon. He stabs others with ingenuity, but at the same time he becomes a delusion that swells like a vulture and stabs himself. It was so easy to imagine what he was going through.

"Ogres are scared. So I'm going to give you a bigger horror over here... I guess it was a slash than I thought. I couldn't cut the tendon."

Claudie whispered in my ear like that.

"... fuck."

At some point, the screams stopped. I was briefly static enough to hear the sound of the adventurer swallowing his saliva next to me. After that moment of silence.

- Yikes!

- Tuck.

Something flew from the other side of the darkness. Copson, who was standing in front of him, approached cautiously to look into it. He's alive.

"Hey, this!"

Copson was terrified. Then everyone was terrified following him.

"Arghhhh!"

"This! This just happened!"

"Dog, fucking dog! You fucking ogre!"

Those horrible fragments were a piece of Mutuga.

Mutuga, separated like the smashed Pramodel, had too much damage, so it did not seem likely to regroup with the touch of a delicate craftsman.

Unlike the game, collecting pieces of Mutuga could not produce Mutuga. I've seen a lot of hard things and I've frowned on them too.

Ogres were a massive abuser.

It's a level of abuse, too.

"..."

What flew was the arms and legs of the Mutuga, and the torso and head. The ogre pulled out his limbs and finally pulled out his head to squeeze out his screams in the darkness without a single light.

And he threw it at us as he showed us.

To frighten you.

"Cat. If you lose your master here, you're dead. Turn fear into anger. You have to do that if you're a warrior."

"... I was scared, too, but I can't help but notice the mutuga I've been looking for."

"Huh?"

"No... there's something like that. It's okay. Don't worry. We'll take one gold."

"Good posture. If you're a man, of course."

The technique was cruel. I had no choice but to get angry as a common man.

However, it seems that the stalker is a mutuga, and the decade of stalemate is coming to an end. Who knows, that son of a bitch was one of those lynched bastards. Then I felt better. Mutu searched these ten birds, but they were cheap.

"Whoo, good. Very good. It's okay. I'm fine. I haven't searched yet."

I murmured alone, as if I were chanting a spell.

Separate me from others.

That son of a bitch is dead, and I survived, not an asshole. I'm not a moron, so I never die here. I believed so and brainwashed myself. I desperately drove out the fear.

"Ughhhhhh!"

"Hey! You have to ask for a penalty! Stop right now!"

But not all adventurers thought so. The fugitive tricked me. I had to ask for the penalty, but if I took out three silver pieces and survived, Susie was the right one. It was as quick to calculate as those who live intensely.

Bad side.

"Damn it! If you don't want to search, you can run!"

"You have to run away together to live!"

"Come with me!"

"Stop, you bastards!"

Almost ten adventurers fled at once, and even the harsh cries of Zaourus could not stop them.

"Idiots."

Claudie recited it in a small way.

And he laughed.

"They're all gonna die. Now in the dark is the realm of the ogre. They'll kill them all and come back up before they go down the mountain."

"Fuck you."

I had a gut feeling I was fucked.

There are fewer people. It's literally a morale bread situation.

The morale that was so high is now thrown in without knowing the floor. I didn't really think of this. I thought I could win one way or another, just because there are so many fucking people.

I thought I'd be here.

"Khh... I think I'm going to break my head. What happened to the ogre, Lord Zaourus?"

"The ogre has escaped."

"I see... I thought too easily. Lord Xaurus, gather the people."

Isvant spirituality, who grabbed his head from behind, approached. Her rolling breadcrumbs were furry, her fancy clothes torn and dirt buried. It must have rolled a few laps in the air.

"Everyone gather in front of the hammer! You mustn't climb! You have to stay together to live!"

That said, it seemed reasonable. You'll have to stick together to live. We gathered in front of a hammer that was crushed. The infant looks at us and shouts.

"Unless you kill an ogre, you'll never see your father again! Whatever happens, I'll kill the ogre and go back!"

He shouted confidently, but the speech was nothing but fujim. I didn't think my head was that good. Zaourus quickly got the word.

"You heard him, right? You have to kill the ogre to get down there! And we have enough power to do it! Some fools have escaped, but Ogres are also badly wounded! I can do it!"

I'm not sure about that. But he was hurt too, so I thought I could kill him a little more. His bleeding volume was substantial. As the giant moves violently, the bleeding will get worse.

- Arghhhhhh!!

Then I heard a scream somewhere on the mountain. It was not difficult to recall that the owner of the voice belonged to the adventurers who had just fled. As Claudie said, the ogre would have hunted the fugitives in the dark.

Humans who are not gathered are nothing but weak monkeys. If you lose your mind in fear, you become less than that. The price of a foolish choice was death.

"Do you hear me? Now it's a penalty, a leech, and if you run, you're dead. Let's fight to the end."

Zaourus said with a cold expression. There was no other way than to search or kill an ogre. It's an extreme quantum house. If it's not, you'll just have to pray for the ogre to leave, or wait for the sun to rise.

The night seemed to be long.

* * *

In endless tension, we prepared for the Ogre raid. Zaurus and Winia. And the infant and Claudie gathered in one place. An infant who saw Claudie's movements summoned her.

They set up some kind of operation. When the ogre appeared roughly, Winia enchanted her field of view, then the infant went forward, Claudie took charge of the rear, and the soldiers and adventurers blocked the left and right escape routes.

Claudie explained the operation to me, and Zawrus delivered it to all the adventurers. So we simply matched the movements according to the sign of eternal love. It was a good move to strike the agreed operational targets immediately. I have been seriously trained to live without falling in love with one person.

Now all you have to do is show up as an ogre.

"Asshole nigger. I haven't searched yet."

When Winia passed by, she said so. I tried to say something, but she didn't wait for my last words, but went on. You son of a bitch is cursing and running!

"That jerk..."

"Cat."

"Huh?"

"I'll be right back, so be careful. He's close."

"Oh, my God."

I glanced back at the main face with extreme tightness.

But I didn't see anything. It was only the trees that stood at the boundary of the quarter that were seen in the darkness. Somewhere in between, he will come.

Ah... fuck. It's fucking scary.

Fear crawls up twenty-two, even though I've had a heart. I don't know anything else, but the Soviet Union was as speculative as leaving limbs. Physical outburst. To me, being born in Confucianism was a great blasphemy.

In front of the ogre, man is just a real seat. In the air of the night, heavily seated, the trees standing at the border looked like moving monsters. Shaking like smoke by the wind, shaking like a giant finally popping out...

- Kung.

"I'm here."

I said it out of my mouth. I felt the power in my hand with the knife. It's okay. I don't die. Claudie is next to me. What the hell are you worried about when she's here?

- Kung, kung.

The sound is getting closer.

Adventurers around here are sullen. Whether it was because of extreme tension, it was like the sound was ringing in my head.

- Kung, kung. Kung!

- Kung!

Ringing the branch, it announced its appearance.

KKKKKKkuRrrrrrrRRRRR!!!!!

"Appeared!"

Suppressing the urge to turn a deaf ear to the enormous roar, I recalled the operation. Others would have all done the same. As I had just practiced, I moved swiftly.

- Cuguaguaguagua!!

The ogre that ran out of the darkness ran straight down like a football player. It was a tremendous speed. Explosive speed coming from muscles full of body parts!

"Ugh!"

"Coming this way!"

"Get out of my way! Get out of my way!"

The operation was scattered with some sort of ambush movement that seemed to hit the sides of the soldiers. It's not an operation if it goes as well as you think.

Amy, it's just a real fucking laugh.

"Morning, Teschaa!!"

It's already fucked. The enclosure's collapsed. A scream burst out of my mouth. There is no brave fool who believes that he can win if he collects against a running bus. As the ogres rush in, the operation is a bitch horn and everyone walks away believing in their own survival.

So it was Ogre's turn.

"Argh!!"

He grabs one of the scattered people, sprints to his side and disappears into the dark again. Bossam's skills were of a very high level. He was qualified for the Epic Rape Horse.

"I got another one!"

"Brewster! Where's Brewster!"

"O orderly Eijer Mart, please save us..."

Voices of anger and terror burst out. On the underneath, he painted terror.

Ogres were seasoned.

I was seasoned and had a good head.

I immediately started a guerrilla war when I found out that I couldn't stab him.

"Too crowded. At least if you could just stay put..."

In contrast, Claudie had a face that could not hide the boredom. Even when Mutuga's limbs flew out in the first place, she didn't have much of an impression.

She seemed difficult to seize the opportunity because of the crowded runaways. However, there would be no stopping the adventurers according to Claudie's wishes.

After that, Ogres, who appeared from the east and again from the west, began to abduct people one by one. Soon after, a scream erupts again, and he protrudes from the north again.

It was like a red guillotine that flashed in the east and west.

However, stealing was not a spy duck's treasure, but a man's life.

Only one person disappeared. At the beginning, the number of people who were two platoons was now reduced to one platoon.

The ogre runs through the darkness like my home.

A furious infatuation rushes at her every time an ogre appears, but the ogre does not try to deal with her at all. Claudie also continued to target the timing, but the movement seemed restricted because of adventurers fleeing on all sides.

In chaos, the ogre takes advantage.

Time was dawn, and it took a lot of time for the sun to rise.

Is he going to fight, or is he going to keep a short cut?

The anxiety was overwhelming and I was forced to stay by Claudie's side.