Quit being a knight and become a mercenary

13 – Overcoming the Formidable Enemy (2)

When we first faced each other, I was pushed one-sidedly, and it looked like it would end soon after Schmitz cut my throat. .

Now the scales of that battle are slowly tipping towards me.

Even so, it’s just that I’m able to fight on an equal footing with him, barely clashing swords, but…

“Die, you bastard who is worse than a wild boar. Stop grunting, put your head down and go quietly!”

“Giral Mara, this is a foolish cub. It’s like you’re acting like you’ve already won when you’ve barely been able to fight against the sword your body wields. How funny!”

He pretended that I had already won everything and said that I was not paying attention, but I was not paying attention.

Now I only have the skills to kill an enemy in front of me called Schmitz, but what if I become arrogant and relaxed without a guarantee that I will definitely kill him?

A moment when my concentration is shaken, there will be a gap, and he will not miss that gap and slit my throat in an instant.

So I have no intention of relaxing and being conceited until the moment I cut down the enemy in front of me, cut off its head, and hold it high to show off.

The gnome and I swung our two-handed swords in various directions and continued to clash swords in a fight.

In the meantime, I heard the chatter of the Tristan mercenaries and the Whitebeard mercenaries to which I belonged.

“Although that new bastard, Captain Dalton, praised me for saying that he was a young bastard who seemed capable of his own. I guess it will be like that How long has it been since you came in and you’re already fighting so well? Damn, I’m a very young baby.”

“Platoon Commander Schmitz, if you get shot at such an asshole, our mercenaries will be disgraced! Punish that knight who looks like a parasitic brother immediately!”

“Platoon leader, like a f*cking man, rip that bastard’s neck off your shoulder! Just like you always do. You can!”

Among mercenaries, a platoon leader is a knight favored by nobles, and he has a level of fighting power similar to that of a man who has now escaped the ranks and received the label of a knight apprentice.

Now, there are no intermediate or advanced knights who boast skills higher than Aura Expert, and it may be because small mercenaries of less than 200 are fighting each other.

The people around me are showing great interest in the confrontation between me and Schmitz.

For some reason, my heart feels proud.

If you grab the sword in your first march and go beyond beating down the weak janitor, and behead Schmitz, who seems to be playing a major role in this battlefield…

Because it’s probably one step closer to catching the two rabbits that I’ve been aiming for since I was first possessed in this world: success and harem.

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“You f*cking face bastard with only f*cking biscuits in his head, like a wild boar pup who only knows how to charge! Seeing that you don’t have the strength to wield a sword, did you use all the power you had on the pr*stitute last night?!”

At the blatant provocation, Schmitz blushed and let out his breath.

It looked like a real wild boar, and even though it was in the middle of a serious fight, it spewed out in an instant.

“Oh, sorry. Even though your face resembles a f*cking wild boar, the resemblance is so great that I burst into laughter in an instant. I learned that you shouldn’t laugh at an ugly guy’s face. If your parents found out, they would be terribly hurt.”

After scratching his insides like this, Schmitz became excited as if he had become a real wild boar, and then recklessly charged.

“You goddamn bastard! Don’t make fun of people’s faces! I’ll sever your motherf*cking limb!”

Seeing him rushing at me like that, I guess his ugly face must have been his weakness.

The pissed-off Schmitz swung his sword very hard at the left side of my waist.

“Die, you bastard who puts a dick in your face or laughs at you! Bastards like you must die!”

A monotonous but heavy and fast attack, I tilted my sword to receive the blow.

When a heavy feeling passed through my hands, I leaned in and kicked Schmitz’s waist as hard as I could.

When the momentum of the rush and the power of my kick matched, the muscle mass that looked over 100 kg flew several meters in an instant.

“Damn you pig, you must hear me pick you up today!”

As I swung my sword at his sprawling neck, Schmitz blocked my sword with the gauntlet on his arm, causing it to deflect.

The blow that was aimed at the guy’s neck only left a deep cut on his cheek, and Schmitz, who was lying down, swung his sword at me in his right hand.

“A lifeline is as tough as f*ck. Why don’t you die, you young boar?”

As I kicked the ground and pulled myself back, it stood up again raising dust in the gap.

Then he spat and spat, and as if he had made up his mind to do something, he didn’t say anything this time and lunged at me with a very serious expression on his face.

It’s to the point where I even wonder if the air has become heavy at the moment at the level of spirit, spirit, and determination that make you seem like a different person than just now.

I also firmly gripped the sword in my hand once again and observed its every movement.

I hoped that by doing so, I could get even a little hint of what kind of attack he would launch.

‘The big one is coming soon. Damn, I have to be determined.’

“Die! You f*cking bastard!”

As Schmitz lunged at me head-on, he swung his sword down at my throat.

From the moment the sword was raised, the sound of cutting through the wind was so fast that it could be heard, and when it struck down, the sword moved so quickly that it reminded me of lightning.

I thought something big would come, but I didn’t expect that such a powerful blow would come, so I was very embarrassed at the moment.

Oh sh*t. So f*cking strong

The bastard who struck me with this blow is making a mocking expression, saying that no matter how hard you fly and crawl, you won’t be able to stop this.

‘f*ck, but if you put it into words, I can’t be used to a mercenary platoon leader who is not even a regular low-ranking knight. It’s not like I got rid of a job as a country knight, which was more or less guaranteed for that.’

I thought so, and while clearing my mind, I naturally adjusted my body to a position that was comfortable to block his blow.

In order to prevent a slash flying overhead, the tip of the sword was tilted to the left.

Schmitz’s sword slid down the two-handed sword I was holding, just as I expected, and then his posture was disturbed.

As soon as the blow of conversion he inflicted missed, he looked up at me with an expression like, ‘Oh, this can’t be like this?’

“Die, you bastard that looks like a boar cock.”

I slashed his neck a little faster than he tried to raise his sword from the bottom up.

I felt in my hand the unique feeling of cutting a person’s throat with a sword, and his neck and shoulders finally separated.

Then, the huge body weighing more than 100 kg lost its strength and sat down, and at the same time, blood began pouring out relentlessly.

I killed my opponent Schmitz, who had been risking his life and fighting so fiercely, with my own hands.

The eyes of the Tristan mercenaries and some of the Whitebeard mercenaries to which I belong were focused on me.

I quickly grabbed Schmitz’s neck with my left hand and held him high, shouting.

“Martin Mayer of the Whitebeard Mercenaries, Fjord Ten, decapitates Tristan Mercenary Platoon Leader Schmitz!”

If the scale of the battle is only in the thousands, there is no such thing as bragging about raising one’s head, of course, unless the head is beheaded by a real tycoon like a high-ranking knight or a baron…

The battlefield I’m fighting right now is a small battle with only about 300 soldiers on both sides, so even being a platoon commander is enough to be a big player.

So now is the time to brag, to demoralize the enemy and increase my reputation.

“f*ck, the platoon commander’s mogaji was blown away by the rookie! Schmitz was killed by a bastard named Martin Mayer!”

“What the f*ck! Get together right now! Gather more to deal with that son of a b*tch!”

“Nigimi f*ck, it’s like it’s because of the mother -free dog.”

Tristan mercenaries The mercenaries looked at me with fearful eyes or showed a sudden drop in morale as they stood guard.

At the same time, those who belonged to the Whitebeard Mercenary Corps jumped into the melee with swords while shouting with excitement as if they couldn’t miss this opportunity.

I was about to jump into battle along with him, but Captain Dalton appeared and grabbed my shoulder.

“Captain, I can fight more! Just leave it to me.”

After saying that, Dalton smiled.

“You have to give other guys a chance to make their mark, it’s not good for you to do it all by yourself. f*ck you, no Martin. So leave this to the others and get out of here.”

When I heard that, I felt regretful and unfair that I couldn’t be more active at the moment, but when I judged it coldly, I thought that if I, a mere rookie, did it all by myself, my life as a mercenary might be difficult in the future.

Above all, the amazing fact that Captain Dalton finally called me by name!

They recognized me as a proper mercenary.

I’m proud of the fact that I’ve been recognized, and I’m also sad that I can’t be more active here.

“Okay.”

Dalton looked at me and patted me on the back like a child.

“Hey, kid, I wasn’t even half as good as you in the first fight. sh*t, so let go of your expression. Instead, I will show you something good.”

After saying that, Dalton turned his head towards the Tristan mercenaries, grabbed his sword, and awakened an aura on his body.

“Kid, I don’t know if you can make it this far. Watch once and learn smartly. This is the difference between an ordinary soldier and a knight. Well, I’m a mercenary, so I’m not a knight. It should suffice as a reference.”

Then he felt an aura flow through Dalton’s body.

Unlike Schmitz, I felt a big wall here.

“And among the knights, the difference between the knights called the elite or the most elite and the ordinary knights is this!”

At the same time, Dalton’s body was covered with a deep blue aura that was recognizable to the general public.

As if to ask me to see, he drew his sword and held it up, but the sword was also covered with a very thin layer of blue mist.

That was the realm of being called an aura expert, being called a strong person in the world of this game.

“This sh*t is because my relationship with the goddamn count has gone wrong.

According to Dalton’s background that I learned while playing the game, he was a high-ranking knight of a county family.

So, that man was a really great man, no, he was a really great man, having built a mercenary group of this size with his reputation and skills in only five years.

With that said, Dalton kicked the ground with his foot and rushed straight into the battlefield.

“Whitebeard Mercenary Captain, Dalton von Prime, has come to punish the bastards of Tristan!”

He swung his sword regardless of the enemy soldiers wearing breastplates made of steel.

Originally, it would be normal for the sword to be blocked by the breastplate, but the black iron breastplate and torso that the Auror Expert class warrior wielded were neatly cut in half.

I was taken away by the fantasy-like scene, a scene that was only possible because it was a world in a game.

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So I followed him and opened my eyes to see if there was anything more to see and learn, but I couldn’t learn much because there was a huge difference in my skills from the current me.

But my heart was pounding.

Because I also had the expectation that someday I would rise to that level.

And our white beard mercenaries won a big victory in the battle that day.