Revenge of the Iron-Blooded Sword Hound - Chapter 229

Episode 229 Tuition Fee (5)

A night with a bright moon.

Bikir quietly went outside the ecliptic.

Beside Bikir, Minpin was driving the wagon.

“Um…… Boss. What kind of monster are you trying to catch?”

Minpin, who had experienced Bikir’s strength and temper, was treating him very carefully.

It was for this reason that he personally responded to Bikir’s request to dispatch a guide.

If you went against the madman’s planting for no reason, you could lose a precious member of the guild, so you put on the gun yourself.

But Bikir didn’t care much about Minipin’s intentions.

“Even considering his status as an academy student, this monster isn’t very strange when you catch it a lot.”

“aha.”

At Bikir’s words, Minpin nodded.

Certainly, Bikir’s strength was unreasonable for a normal academy student.

‘Where on earth did this monster come from?’

Minpin let out a small sigh.

Meanwhile. Bikir was thinking a little differently from the side.

‘……It’s a mini pin. He’s one of the talented people I need to keep on my side.’

He is the best guide. He is one of the warriors who made a great contribution to the Allied Forces of Humanity when the era of destruction arrived.

Most of the monster encyclopedias Bikir knew were made through his hands, and later, the research field called ‘monster ecogeography’ was also founded based on his research.

However, Minipin died early during the annihilation war with the demons, and the reason was that there was no specific background to support her.

A savage with no affiliation anywhere. What does that mean?

‘The person who picks it up first is the owner.’

In this life, Minpin’s lifespan will be extended much longer.

Because the Baskervilles, which Vikir will swallow up someday, will serve as his backing boat.

‘…I was thinking of taking it as a subordinate in the first place, so I showed some of my strength.’

Bikir gave a little test to the minipin, who would later rise to the ranks of heroes and soon become his entourage.

“What monsters are suitable for students to catch and have good income?”

“Hmm. A monster that isn’t too strong and has a decent income… that’s just ‘Gnoll’.”

play. A monstrous monster with the head of a hyena and the body of a dwarf.

It is a low-level monster that walks on two legs and scatters dirty fur and stench.

These live in groups in the alpine areas outside the ecliptic, and they dug so many burrows underground that the ground collapsed, which was a big headache.

Not only is it very disturbing during civil engineering work, but it also attacks workers, so the danger is increasing.

As expected, Minpin had a lot of knowledge about monsters.

He generously imparted extensive knowledge about monsters called play to Vikir.

“Even the gnolls’ individual combat power is weak, so even an academy freshman can catch a lot of them. In addition, surprisingly, their fur is not only tough and soft, but also has good warmth, so they are often used as rugs or covers. Bones and intestines are also used as medicines. If you sell it, it becomes money.”

“But isn’t it worse than catching a powerful large monster if you sell them?”

“You don’t know! Gnolls are an ecologically disturbing species as defined by the imperial family. Simply killing them will give you a bounty.”

Then the story is different.

Not only does the killing itself give you a certain amount of reward per animal, but if you can sell the skin and meat bones to eat, the income of killing two birds with one stone will be quite good.

“So. How do you catch the knoll?”

“Hmm. Gnolls have a habit of collecting shiny things. When they encounter them, they spray something like glass beads to dazzle them and kill them…”

But Bikir shook his head.

“That’s the only way to use it when you’ve encountered a handful of gnolls.”

“Yeah, but I do.”

“I’ll write another way.”

“……?”

The method Bikir chose was simple.

“Gnolls are drawn to the fresh blood of freshly dead beasts. They have a good sense of smell and can gather from miles away.”

“That’s right. How do you know? Do the academies tell you things like that these days?”

What Bikir just said is something that only experienced hunters would know, so Minipin looked quite surprised.

Beings who are the first to entice a prey that is wounded and smells of blood in groups.

Like sharks in the sea, play plays such a role on land.

Bikir caught a wild boar, cut its throat, and dragged the carcass from place to place.

The fishy smell of blood soaked into the soil spreads throughout the forest on the night wind.

Bikir roamed the mountain covered in boar’s hair and drops of blood.

Of course, Minpin, who had to follow him, was terrified.

“This is provoking the gnolls! It’s suicidal! They’re only a C+ risk level as an individual, but when gathered in a colony, it goes up to an A level!”

It would be a scene that hunters do not want to imagine.

But Bikir just nodded with a nonchalant expression.

“Don’t worry. I’ll lure you in and hide.”

At that, Minpin was a little relieved.

“Ah, are they hiding? It’s fortunate. They certainly lose their concentration when feeding. Also, if there is competition for food between groups, weak individuals will surely fall out, and then it will be easier to select weak creatures that are easy to hunt. Then go to the rear. If we catch the fallen ones one by one…”

However, at Vikir’s words, Minipin couldn’t help but be frightened once more.

“No, chasing is the lead. I will chase where they lead their prey.”

“Yes? That’s why…”

“That’s to figure out the location of the base’s lair.”

Vikir was targeting the entire colony, not just one or two gnolls.

Hunt for gnolls in colony units, which even the imperial subjugation army could not do.

Minipin half-opened her mouth at Bikir, who put it in her mouth so easily.

“Why are you doing that…?”

And Vikir said a short word to such a mini pin.

“It would be nice to earn a lot of money.”

* * *

Soon after, a group of gnolls came and dismembered the wild boar carcass.

They slit open the boar’s belly and ate the still steaming entrails, then dragged the rest down a low path through the thicket.

Bikir and Minpin followed quietly behind him.

Soon they were able to find a large earthen cave hidden in the low hills.

Minpin climbed up a tall branch and looked around.

‘Do you really think this is going to happen?’

However, the visible scenery was proving once again that Bikir’s plan was hopeless.

A flock of gnolls swarming around.

Minpin was stunned when he saw the huge group of gnolls wandering around.

“Boss. This doesn’t seem like a lot. The size of the colony is considerable. All the gnolls who suffered from headaches in the imperial family are gathered here. If you carelessly touch a place like this, the gnolls will flood the nearby village.”

Monster Wave.

If you make a mistake, there is a lot of room for committing the wrong of another person.

however.

“I’ll have to look for other burrow entrances connected to this one.”

Bikir was still unconcerned.

Within hours, Bikir found several other burrow entrances, presumably connected to the first burrow.

Minipin admired Vikir’s skillful search skills, but still had no idea what he was going to do with all these gnolls.

at that time.

Bikir loaded up with mana and hit the dirt wall with his fist.

…kwak! Rumble!

Piles of parched earth that made up the cliffs collapsed and blocked the entrances to several of the burrows.

Bikir smiled bitterly, recalling memories of popping champagne glasses at clubs in the past.

“Now move to the top burrow.”

Minifin drove the wagon towards the entrance of the cave at the top, following Bikir’s command.

Swish – Whoops!

Several gnolls rushed at them, but were decapitated by Minpin’s greatsword.

“Boss. What are you going to do now… Huh!?”

Minpin swallowed the wind.

Bikir took out all the items he had stored in the wagon.

It was just oil.

In the academy, which keeps all the remaining sabi, it has bought all the waste oil that has been piled up to be thrown away at a low price, and is now pouring it here at the top of Noll’s nest.

QUICK QUICK QUICK QUICK ……

bluish oil made from the fruit of the sabic tree drips into the oyster.

Kkong

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Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrry

A roaring sound could be heard from under the cave.

A few gnolls climb onto the burinake, but all are knocked back down the burrow by Minpin’s knife.

By the time dozens of oil barrels were empty, Bikir kicked all the remaining oil barrels into the cave.

and.

Roaring!

The torch he was holding was also thrown into the deep pit.

…kwak!

A loud explosion sounded once.

At the same time, the flammable, low-boiling sabic tree oil began to heat up with a loud noise.

Washishishisik-Bujijik-Pujik!

The sound of the knolls that have not yet escaped from the oyster being fried in oil is loud.

Boiling oil continued to flow down the oyster, and the knolls below were being fried alive without being able to escape.

Gaegaeng-yeah!

Kaeng!

Meiyiing……

The nols in the upper floors are fried in oil, and even the nols in the middle floors are choked to death by the smoke.

The gnolls on the lower level left the corpses of their comrades behind and tried to get out of the tunnel quickly.

However, most of the entrances to the burrows were already blocked by piles of dirt, so suffocation was inevitable.

Oxygen concentration drops rapidly and soot and odors rise.

Even the atmosphere became very hot, and those who survived were steamed to death at the entrance of the clogged earthen cave.

“……! ……! ……!”

Minpin just keeps his mouth wide open.

It was the first time he had ever seen someone hunting colony-type monsters in this way.

However, Bikir maintained a calm attitude even in this situation.

“Such a flashy strategy is effective when scaring low-intelligence monsters.”

In fact, pouring boiling oil into the entrance of the oyster on the upper level has a strong performance character.

In reality, it couldn’t do much damage.

Its true purpose is to terrorize and confuse its prey.

…awesome! …Pud Deuk!

The burned gnolls squirm down the burrow in terror.

Because of this, young and small-sized nolls and old, slow-moving nolls are trampled to death by their peers.

It was common for them to bite and kill their comrades as they tried to pass each other through the narrow tunnel first.

When chaos ensues in a group, only the strongest and fastest survive.

And the survivors ran out towards the entrance of the cave on the lowest floor.

“……Are you coming out now?”

Towards the place where the last hound’s eyes were shining.