He verified Death Knight couldn’t last 10 minutes before dying after engaging two or three of them!
Since he couldn’t leave the area near the River of Lamentations, it was impossible to guess what kind of monsters he would encounter if he traveled further.
Death Knight could keep reviving since he was a Knight of Death, but he was severely weakened for awhile.
Weed meekly raised his carving knife.
“I should do this slowly, step by step.”
He went to work on the mother Orc with the chopped off head who was holding the child.
The work of creating and attaching the mother Orc’s head!
Since he had to positively change nearly a thousand sculptures on the River of Lamentation’s basin, even Weed could call this a great work in history.
It was when he was making a warmly laughing mother Orc’s head.
The Orc’s eyes gained a sharp, piercing look, and hunger surged in the eyes as they looked down on the child.
Eyes that looked like it wanted to eat its own child!
Its head looked like it was going to make the baby Orc die of a heart attack while breast feeding it.
He had ascertained plenty of the unique sense of beauty with Orc Karichwi, but because his head was full of distracting thoughts, he couldn’t make the sculptures like he wanted.
“This won’t do.”
Weed set down his carving knife.
It wasn’t because he didn’t dare change the thousand sculptures on the River of Lamentation’s basin, or because the ghosts within the river were wailing and the sculptures looked terrifying on the foggy riverside.
The monsters!
He couldn’t ignore the Embinyu Church’s Priests and Dark Knights and while sculpting. It was like telling a growing elementary school kid in his prime to ignore the meat on his plate and only eat the vegetables.
Desire for experience and items. It boiled within Weed until he couldn’t bear it anymore. Copious strong monsters and items. He couldn’t leave those monsters alone and sculpt an Orc’s head.
With explosively rising thirst, Weed raised his carving knife again. His plan wasn’t to correct the sculptures on the River of Lamentations basin, but to create an entirely new sculpture.
*Slice* *Slice*!
He was making a sculpture by hewing the darkness.
Making a huge sculpture out of stone was the method he was used to. Unexpectedly, he couldn’t cut the brittle, porous stone easily.
“I must make a mount first.”
He recalled back when he had been a Skeleton Knight.
The Skeleton Knight alone had managed the battle he’d been transported to from the Tower of Heroes.
The tremendous acceleration he’d had while riding his horse on the plains in the historical Palrangka battle!
There was no obstacle for a Knight’s gallop.
When he charged, his attack cleaved through monsters. Given a horse, Knights became at least 3 or 4 times more powerful.
“I may be a Sculptor, but I can run.”
He didn’t have a special skill like a Knight did, but even if he didn’t have a skill that allows him to become one with a horse, he was still able to run.
It was also common for Mercenaries to have their own horse once they grew to some extent.
“Even so, I don’t need to bother to sculpt a horse.”
Weed did not want something weak like a horse.
A horse was fast, but didn’t have very high endurance. They behaved differently in variable moods. They were also often afraid of fire, lightning, ghosts, and the like.
He wasn’t a Knight specialized in horses anyway.
“The best of mounts is that after all.”
Weed was a Korean citizen.
The livestock that had appeased people’s pain numerous times in Korea’s lengthy, winding history!
There was no reason to sculpt a horse when there was a strong and firm livestock possessing immense, leathery muscular strength he was so familiar with.
Our cow.
Korean beef!
Weed sculpted the special rock, the jet-black darkness.
The legs were thick and solid. The thigh muscles were incomparably delicate, and the entire body was completely muscular.
If a normal cow raised on grain was dangling with fat for the sake of the meat, the cow he was sculpting right now was different.
This one could enter Versailles Continent’s Mister Bull Olympiad!
If hunk-loving heifers were to see him, they would immediately shake their short tails as they lied down.
“It won’t do to blindly develop muscles.”