The Extra Wants To Live

Chapter 70: Devastation [1]

"Come to your senses! Get in line!" Even in a situation where everyone was lost, Carl's shout rang out clearly.

Carl hit Bordeaux's cowering shoulder with the pole, then pushed the other knights on the back. Everyone was very scared.

A 2.5-meter gnoll was completely different from a 2.5-meter lumbering human.

Because they were born as monsters, their enormous strength allowed them to move more nimbly than the smaller gnolls, even with their large and heavy bodies.

In other words, it had acquired enough physical strength to classify a gnoll as a medium-sized monster.

Gnolls were synonymous with medium-sized monsters, and to kill a gnoll, even a skilled knight had to fight with at least ten well-armed soldiers.

These knights from rural fiefdoms, who had never fought properly, were not the type of people to deal with such threats. Carl bit his lip as Bordeaux and the knights froze.

No matter how much it was, there was a limit, and even if it was useless, it was too much.

In the end, Carl had no choice but to come out strong.

Puck!

"Whaaa!"

Carl put his entire weight on Bordeaux's butt, the one with the highest status, and pushed with his foot. Bordeaux, wearing heavy armor, stumbled forward.

As he approached the gnoll, Bordeaux came to his senses with fear and anger and tried to argue with Carl.

However, the large gnoll that was quietly observing the knights suddenly jumped forward, looking straight at Bordeaux.

Bordeaux had no choice but to fight for his life.

"Fight! You bastards!"

There was no respect or shame. Bordeaux shouted at the knights who were just watching blankly and swung his spear widely to try to make the gnoll retreat.

Puck!

"Whoa!"

The spear blade that Bordeaux swung with all his might was blocked by the gnoll's arm.

Blood flowed down the spear pole, so it must have been hurt. However, Bordeaux felt as if he had hit hard sand.

Because of the stiff fur, the attack did not go through properly. Only the outer skin was slightly cut.

Bordeaux instinctively threw himself backward, and in an instant, a brown wind passed before his eyes.

Soosh!

The gnoll waved its arm widely, as if imitating Bordeaux. With that simple movement, the gnoll cut Bordeaux's spear in half. It was so fast and strong that Bordeaux could not even feel the impact.

When he came to his senses, half of the spear had disappeared.

"Aaaah!"

One knight raised his hand high above his head and swung his spear with all his might. All of the force was placed on the tip and blade of the spear, which was over two meters long.

The moment the gnoll evaded the attack and lightly twisted its body, the knight suddenly lowered his posture as if he had been waiting for it.

He lay flat on the floor and straightened his right leg. Then, he pushed his weight forward, held the tip of the spear with his right hand, and swung it with all his might.

Puck! Wooow!

The clean, flowing movement and surprise attack cut into the gnoll's thigh, causing blood to splatter. The startled gnoll stumbled back.

"The attack works!"

The knight who struck the gnoll shouted loudly. However, he had to immediately throw away the spear and roll backward to escape.

The gnoll leaped with all its might and attacked the knight as if it had anticipated his retreat.

Thud! Thud--!

"Help me!"

The knight who rolled on the ground struggled to get up and run away, but his helmet got caught on the tip of the gnoll's claws, causing him to fall helplessly.

"Shit!"

Carl quickly ran over and tried to grab the fallen knight and pull him out. However, Carl was too weak to drag out a knight who weighed 100 kilograms, including armor.

"Is he dead?"

"Alive, I'm alive."

Fortunately, there was an answer to Carl's desperate question.

"Come to your senses! Go to Milton and get treatment! That's how you can live!"

At Carl's words, the knight crawled on all fours and headed toward Milton.

The claws had only scratched the helmet, but the shock had shaken his brain so much that he could barely stand.

Meanwhile, three men, including Bordeaux, were trying to stop the gnoll in any way possible.

Bordeaux, who did not have a spear, drew his longsword and aimed it, but due to its short reach, he was unable to attack or check the gnoll.

"Bordeaux!" Carl shouted loudly and threw his spear to him.

Bordeaux, as expected from a noble guard, skillfully caught the spear, pointed it, and pretended to stab.

In the process, Bordeaux could not bear to sheath his sword and threw it on the floor. It was madness to hold a spear with one hand and face that horrible monster.

Sreung! On the contrary, Carl, who had given the spear to Bordeaux, pulled out his longsword.

Of course, he had no intention of fighting the gnoll head-on. The three of them ran around frantically, stabbing and swinging their spears to harass the gnoll.

Fortunately, this gnoll did not seem to be that skilled in combat.

It grew tired of being swayed. Carl read everyone's movements, sneaked in among them, and moved around.

It was good for Carl himself to be protected, but from the gnoll's perspective, Carl was somehow in an uncomfortable position.

Even if Carl was not helpful in the actual battle, he could at least distract the gnoll.

"Corbin! Move back!"

Before Carl could shout, Corbin had already retreated. In the meantime, Corbin briefly held the spear and swung it, cutting off the fingers of the gnoll aiming at him.

While the gnoll was distracted by Corbin, Bordeaux and Hilfin's knights simultaneously thrust their spears into its legs.

Plop!

The two were not greedy and only stabbed the calf and ankle from a safe distance before quickly retreating.

The moment the enraged gnoll turned around and tried to rush at the two, Carl maintained a subtle distance and took a stance as if he was ready to run at any moment.

Since Carl was right at the edge of the gnoll's field of vision, the gnoll turned its head and looked at him.

Of course, Carl just held his stance and quickly retreated back.

Whoosh!

In the meantime, Corbin courageously approached and slashed the gnoll's back with his long reach. Stiff fur fell in clumps, and blood spurted from the wound, wetting its back.

At that moment, the knight who had been crawling after being hit by the helmet recovered, received a spear, and rejoined the fight. It seemed they could win if they kept going like this, or at least buy more time.

"..."

Then, the gnoll suddenly stopped.

Standing tall with a huff, it rolled its bright yellow eyes and looked around at the five humans surrounding it.

Then, it quickly lifted its eyes and looked beyond them at the defenseless backs of the soldiers engaged in a fierce battle with numerous gnolls.

"Attack! Gnoll is going to attack the soldiers!"

Carl read the gnoll's intentions and quickly gave the order.

Bordeaux and the three knights rushed at the gnoll at the same time, stabbing and swinging their spears. If the soldiers collapsed, they would all eventually die. No matter what happened, they had to stop him from attacking the soldiers' backs.