“I buy them mostly from the supermarket. Only the goods on sale in February!”
Weed's perfect ideal type had appeared!
Da'in also realized this fact while answering, and her complexion changed as it paled. It was because she now realized why Weed had said she was very nice, and his ideal type.
Together, Weed and the barbarians took over the walls at lightning speed. The Undead had already pushed into the fortress so the walls were empty!
Weed took out the High Elf Yerica's Bow.
“Spirit of the wind.”
Aided by the spirit of the wind, the arrow flew and penetrated the head of a Dark Knight in the blink of an eye.
The Salmere Tribe exclaimed, “Let's shoot arrows too!”
“Fire until your quiver is completely empty! The time has come for us hunters to act!”
The Salmere Tribe hunters took out their bows and fired. Despite shooting two, three arrows all at once, each shot was a perfect hit!
With arrows fired from above, they were utilizing the enemy's sieging advantage against them. Weed relentlessly only aimed at the Dark Knights.
— You have subdued Dark Knight Benson with an arrow.
— Experience has been acquired.
The arrow assault barraged the Dark Knights swarming below.
At a buffet, too, your hand went to the tasty foods first. “Pork roast and bulgogi are must-haves at a meat buffet!”
You had to fill your stomach with rapidly cooking meat. When Weed received his paycheck, he went to a meat buffet with his sister. They only stood after viciously eating meat to the point of nauseation.
The satiety he felt when his belly was so full it was hard to walk… there was nothing more beautiful and peaceful than that memory.
Weed's treasured memories of his adolescence.
“There are monsters everywhere!”
This situation clearly reminded him of a buffet. Attacking weary enemies to increase his experience and contribution!
Since normal soldiers weren't even worth the value of the arrows, he obstinately avoided them. Even if Weed didn't get them, the Salmere Tribe's arrows were pouring down like rain.
“Enemies have appeared.”
“We have to stop the arrows…”
The Embinyu Church's army wanted to retaliate against Weed and the Salmere Tribe, but they didn't have a chance to because the Undead army was bearing down on them.
Atop the naturally advantageous walls, they fired arrows over the heads of the Undead. The Undead were involuntarily protecting Weed's troops while fighting. Thus, due to the unexpected storm of arrows, the Embinyu Church's soldiers took continuous damage.
Dead soldiers instantly revived as Undead. The Undead increased exponentially. Simultaneously, the balance of the previously closely matched battle broke and the Undead army pressed forward.
The Vejague Tribe warriors drummed their shields with their swords. “We want to fight, too.”
Weed nodded gravely. The current situation could not be solved with arrows alone. They had to bring it to an end when the Embinyu's army was greatly weakened.
“I'll give you a hundred Salmere Tribesmen. For now, go towards the inside of the castle with them!”
“Inside of the castle?”
“Bypass the walls and enter the inner castle. There will probably be Priests and Magicians of the Embinyu Church there. Kill them!”
Using the observation skill he had honed through sculpting, Weed roughly estimated the fortress' structure. The Embinyu Church was still able to firmly hang on because of the fundamental strength of their Priests. Their soldiers took strength from the recovery and holy magic and fought on.
Their resting place had to be raided.
Then the soldiers wouldn't be able to heal anymore, and they wouldn't be able to take the poison attacks of the Imoogi and Undead, and thus they would fall apart.
There were probably Dark Knights protecting the Priests, but the Vejague Tribe was worth believing in.
“But we don't know where the Magicians and Priests are.”
“The Salmere Tribe's pursuit skills will help you. Yellowy, you follow them too.”
His command even considered the specialties of the three tribes.
“Yellowy, open a path from the front.”
MOOOOO!
He wanted to summon Death Knight Van Hawk and entrust the command to him, but he couldn't call him as long as Balkan Demoph was nearby. He couldn't use stolen goods in front of its original owner. In addition, if Van Hawk sought to go away with Balkan then it would be nothing but an enormous loss for himself.
“Thanks for leaving it to us.”
“We're going inside.”
The Salmere Tribe and Vejague Tribe hunters ran from the walls with Yellowy and entered the castle.
Yellowy's gaze!
The ancient paintings, decorations, and furniture within the castle were on fire. A group of guards and zealots were spraying water to quench the fire.
MOOOOO.
Yellowy's previously naive eyes were filled with rage, resentment, and displeasure.
Some people were so poor they didn't even have a shack to protect them from rain, but they built and lived in a castle this big and magnificent! With now violent eyes, Yellowy struck the ground. The enraged Yellowy's battle speed increased far beyond that of a battle horse. Actually, for an ability acquired at a fairly high level, there was really only speed and unrelenting endurance.
Thud thud thud thud thud thud thud!
Yellowy charged through the corridor wreathed in flame and surrounded with artwork.
“It's a MAD COW!”
“For the likes of a COW to enter our temple! Hurry and slaughter it!”
“We should sacrifice it.”
Yellowy rammed his head into the zealots and guards who were warding him off with spears. He fought by throwing his weight into his attack.
MOOOOO!
Yellowy bellowed as he opened a path.
While in the mad cow state, it was as if he had lost his vision and was just charging while ramming anything he saw. He threw his head up, kicked to the side, roundhouse kicked, and even kicked using his hind legs, demonstrating the incredible attack power of the bull!
He fought so well it was hard to believe it was really the meek Yellowy. After parting with Weed, Yellow's coyness had completely disappeared.
Part of the Vejague and Salmere Tribe were able to seize the opportunity and easily bypass the zealots.
Even if they died, Embinyu Soldiers were all revived as Undead because of Dark Rule. Since they had to clear away the Undead, too, it took a considerable amount of time to advance.
Because Balkan, Feylord, King Hydra, and Black Imoogi were all engaged in a fierce battle on the grounds at the center of the fortress, the shaking of the castle walls from explosions was also a frequent occurrence.
In places that had been cleared out, the Salmere Tribe's hunters set up traps. The Embinyu Soldiers who moved through the halls or gave chase took a lot of damage from the traps. Good use of the Salmere Tribe's trap-setting skills was being made within the castle.
The Salmere Tribe discovered the Priests' waiting room.
“It's an enemy invasion.”
The Priests, Dark Knights, and Soldiers resisted, but the Vejague Tribe completely wiped them out, even while taking great damage.
The number of Dark Knights was greatly reduced, and above all, the Priests' holy magic was no more. Knights lacking the strength to even pick up their shields were helpless against the long-range arrow attack.
They were able to end it with the Salmere Tribe's arrow attack, and the Vejague Tribe's valiant rush.
With the slaughter of over 200 Embinyu Church Priests, the Embinyu no longer had reserve forces.
While reaping excellent results, Weed and the savages fired at the Embinyu Church's troops.