Almark – Northern Sword, Southern Wand

When the seven mercenaries, including the watchman, were gathered, Gizalte ran quietly toward the Mansion, briefly saying, "Here we go." Other men follow it silently.

As the walls of the Mansion approach, Delan leaves in front of Gizarte.

And when you get to the wall first, you turn around and turn your back on the wall, pointing your body toward your running buddies.

"Void"

Gizalte called out his name, and the little man called rushed to Delan without slowing down.

Delan lowered her hips and put her hands together in front of her chest. Void jumps up on the wall in an instant with his hand on the scaffold.

As soon as you cross the wall, a long shadow of voids illuminated by lamp lights stretches out of the wall.

"These guys, they're even building a backwoods!

Void raised his voice as he looked inside from above the wall.

Shit, Gizalte slaps her tongue. I don't think so. Whose wisdom is this?

"Find a place to get off!

Gizalte called out, and Void ran dextrously over the wall without melting, and went a little bit.

There's a gap here.

and jumped inside the wall.

All right, go on.

Gizalte gave a short instruction.

Delane runs to the point where Void jumps off, where he rearranges his hands and his friends jump it onto the scaffold one after the other onto the wall.

In the Mansion, there is a noise of cancer and a pounding of something. Perhaps the guards are alerting us of an enemy incursion.

Gizalte thought it was okay.

We knew we'd find him when we decided to force the raid.

Gizalte jumped second from the end onto the wall. At once, the view opens up, and the huge museum appears completely in front of you.

Pull Delan up with the last man jumping up.

The other five had already run the shortest distance to the museum without waiting for Gizalte and the others.

Gizalte jumps off the wall. The backwoods were still short of numbers, and the gaps were all over the place. Tomorrow, there would have been more backwoods and it would have been difficult to break in.

I made no mistake in deciding on the raid tonight. Gizalte nods in her heart. I've only made one mistake in my life. I will never make a mistake again.

Mansion guards hold sticks and swords in their hands and scream something out loud as they try to stop the intruders.

Gizalte saw the first Void cut two enemies down in an instant by himself, and Delan said,

"Come on."

and a short instruction. We'll need Delan's axe to destroy the front door.

And I try to turn around to the back door with another employee.

And I just ran into the guards coming out of your side.

Four opponents. Each has a spear in his or her hand.

Gizalte thinks it's a good decision, like any other HR.

Amateurs should fight longer distances than swinging a sword that they can't use anyway. There seems to be a fairly distracted butler in the south.

Four men set up spears to intimidate the approaching Gizaltes.

But unfortunately, everyone is pulling back. Gizarte shakes his head small as he looks at their stance. Then you can't stab someone to death.

Gizalte approached the tip of the spear with no hesitation. The lamp's light illuminates its harsh face, which is nicknamed “Silver Thrill."

Wow.

A man shouts out a spear without a mood or scream.

At that moment, the blood danced.

Gizalte bent down in an instant and stepped sharply, avoiding the spear, throwing out the sword on her hips and slicing her arms.

In an instant, the remaining three, who lost the time that was the advantage of the spear, rushed back, but Gizarte stepped in without changing his expression, stretched out his sword and pierced one's throat, and stepped again sharply, one step, two steps.

As Gizarte lowered his sword, three skeletons rolled at his feet as he stepped in.

"I don't want to kill useless creatures."

Murmuring with his tongue. You're not even a piece of bronze when you kill them. We have nothing to do with you unless you come to us. You're wasting my time.

You're not going down, Commander.

A subordinate who had been with him stopped the man who had his arms cut off by Gizalte and then called out to him.

"Can we still fight on the northern front?"

"Uuuuuuuu. Don't slap me in the face."

Gizalte herself, with her sword arm, would never lose against the Ace class of the mercenary regiment around her.

Even if the regiment was destroyed after a desperate defeat, it was good to say that it was a skill to keep life because of its strength.

But I know best that the strength of a mercenary cannot be measured by the sword alone.

"My daughter was on the third floor."

"Oh, I saw you looking down at the courtyard. No doubt about it."

My men nod.

Looking at the front, his men slashed down the guards one after the other.

When Delan, the Blood Axe, waved an axe of another name, a bright red blood splash rose and the opponent's man bounced back.

As it stood, Delane approached the big door.

A young man with a sad face shook his spear into it, but Delan struck the spear with the first ax and the man's head with the second ax.

With momentum, I saw Delan shake his ax down the big door.

It will also be a matter of time before we break down the door.

My daughter won't get away with it.

"Guys, don't pack it wrong."

Gizalte called out to Delan and the others, and went around the back entrance.