And then, with the intensity of 500 worth of them together, who would have the galls to issue them an order. (I wanted to say balls, a letter apart.)
Constantly going to fight, along with the stubbornness and pride to boot.
Wherever they’d go, there was no other way but to cause trouble.
But in front of Weed, they were just naïve pigs.
‘If they get food then they’re good. Then rushes to fight to rid of everything that pent up.’
The food Weed made were satisfying scrumptious, aromatic, and even prospective to they eyes.
Pudding that melts or tasteful shark’s fins in their mouth!
Seechwi also, couldn’t sum up how many times her fingers reached for the entrée.
Nevertheless, if it seemed like how simple humans the Geomchis were at first sight, then one would definitely by puzzled at how they acts.
But, those that came to know them, their problem was understandable.
For the Geomchis, the shortest time being 10 years, while the more severe were more than 30 years, lived with strict regimen.
Their foods too, simply consisted of cooked chicken breasts or egg whites only, were something tiresome.
For them, their diet in the Dojang was simple.
300 grams of boiled chicken breasts without any sauce at every meal.
The egg whites too, 10 to 20 worth of them without a speckle of salt.
If you lived such a life for 10 years or so, then you would even be ecstatic with just the taste of a chewing gum.
With just the fish and boneless chicken breasts lain out on the grill and the pork ribs getting bake, their hearts thump thump in anticipation.
Just by watching the sizzling sound of the ripening meat as its juices flown out, their mouth would essentially do the same with drools.
Having this second life in Royal Road, being able to indulge in this world without having any repercussion on their bodies in real life; the Geomchis lost themselves in their gluttony.
And whenever they encounter strong opponents, they can expend all their energy to fight.
The only fear they have was hunger!
Laughter and heartbreak over food, simple and fierce men.
Holding all their rights was Weed.
‘Domesticated them with food. He have been cleverly give them tastier and tastier food…he won’t come out with a full entrée else they’ll be fully indulged and he loses them.’
Weed far exceeded the skillfulness of being the leader of the party or that of an expedition.
The recognizable talent of an exceptional being whom able to leads an underdeveloped third world country with dictatorship.
Skillful politician, the instigator, the vicious defamer! The perfect representation of a dictator!
It could be said because of Weed, the Geomchis and regular users like Pale should be well received everywhere.
‘He might as well have put the highest additive drug in the food! Charisma and Leadership should only be able do so much. You fit the definition of unrefined and jerk to a T.”
Seechwi too, from that moment, was probably being drugged by Weed with the drink in hand.
***
The Vampire army commanded by Weed was more sustainable as the battles continued.
The size was larger, and they were getting stronger.
So of course, the experience and the acquisition of items greatly reduced.
As the EXP dispersed among the Vampires, full experience could no longer be obtained.
“Let’s go to the next castle.”
Weed said with a harsh impression.
Having won all the battles thus far, he had yet shone a single delighted expression.
This was not always the right course of action befitting that of a great leader in the face of a crisis.
The reason behind this was because he couldn’t get anything.
Appalling to the core!
‘All the loots after death are going to the Vampires!’
Anyway, with the progression of the quest, it was to be expected since the force was needed in the first place.
In fact, their earning summed up weren’t much to speak of. This was due to the fact that the Death Knight Van Hawk was participating in all of their battles with stronger brutality each time.
The knight of the darkness Death Knight!
Van Hawk was a powerful DPS that inflicted a great deal of damage to the Unicorns and Pegasus.
Naturally, lots of the drops went to him when dead.
A quick check of his level, suddenly he exceeded 368.
He was proportional to the general Death Knights at around level 200.
But now, the growth beseeched him to that of the higher grade monster.
“Death Knight information window!”
Name
Van Hawk
Alignment
Darkness
Race
Undead
Level
368
Class
The Evoker of Despair Death Knight
Title
The Dark Hand of Army Commander
Reputation
7904
Health
126930
Mana
23850
Strength
964
Agilitiy
675
Stamina
650
Wisdom
220
Intellect
220
Fighting Spirit
594
Endurance
455
Fortitude
315
Physical Resistance
268
Charisma
242
Leadership
502
Luck
-200
Faith
-200
Loyal Knight of the Kallamore Kingdom.
Stained with the forces of darkness and was reborn a Death Knight.
Had a part in commanding the Legions of Immortality under
Barkhan; but in the recent years had deviated from his control.
Death Knight with terrible damage and has the ability to command.
Death Knight is head of the unit.
Vulnerable to Holy magic.
Can control Undead, Monster corps.
Less than 4 Black magic circles available.
Fully grasped the art of Kallamore Kingdom’s swordsmanship.
Originally a Darkness army commander, the Death Knight!
Able to be at the center and called on the members of darkness, he could call them to war.
Even though the damages taken by the unit Weed entrusted in him were higher due to the characteristic of the Death Knight, but they were able to attack as much as they could so there was no complaint.
Van Hawk forces his way toward the boss level mobs as a Death Knight without fear.
Weed recalled the past.
‘Ever since I met him at the City of Heaven Lavias, we’ve been to so many places.’
He prevailed through several hunting grounds with Death Knight Van Hawk at his side.
Thanks to having him watching the rear, Weed could fight on heartily.
Although recently he have been hunting with his colleagues and the Sahyeongs, but there were many times where Weed hunted alone.
Even during the time where he was together with Seoyoon in the north, when she wasn’t around Van Hawk would enter the scene.
Weed gazed at Van Hawk nostalgically.
“This damned fellow.”