Magical Adventure Book

[Chapter 41-1] The Mighty Mog

Sometimes I find it funny with action movies on television. About robbery, or the theme of war. After planning a very neat movement and running it, there must be obstacles or unexpected things that damage the plan. Ok, because with that the film will be longer and more exciting.

But nevertheless! Why should I experience it too? In my real life.

Uh, yes, not real either, because this is the world in the cursed book of Tama's giving! The book that dragged me to the ancient and convoluted medieval world. Told to save the princess, it's up against the dragon, uh it turns out the real enemy is the queen of the kingdom, whose real identity is a witch full of grudges hundreds of years old.

And, now I'm stuck in a crowd of people who've accused Kord of being a hit man. He's Sam's thick pal, and now he's lying on his back in pain with the sword on his back blasting. Caused his coat to tear due to the presence of an unexpected figure. He's Mog, the muscle guy who was in the castle yard accusing me of being a looter.

Kord slowly stood up, then gazed into the human circle surrounding him with a silly smile spreading across his face. I looked away as he looked at me. Angry at once embarrassed.

"Rise up ...!" He sang while swinging his hands clenched in front of his chest.

That big noise! Why is he singing now? Didn't he hear about the hitman charges?

Oi! With that discordant voice of yours, people will definitely accuse you of denouncing the royal national anthem!

"Aw! Oi! Who threw me!?" The sound of the chanting changed into screams of pain. There were people throwing stones at Kord from the crowd.

The throw continued, and it was even more violent. Kord lowered his head while holding the back of his head. Trying to protect themselves.

I was confused what to do. Removing the restless Woofy in the bag is not an option. It could be completely ruined this plan later on!

"Surge! Move everything!" command some soldiers who carry spears. Catching the crowd of citizens.

The truck!

The heavy steps of the iron boots from the armor sounded. Carrying a figure that almost killed us in the middle of the forest. Arson. The son of a bitch whose right eye is wearing an eye patch.

"Ah .. as it turns out, this fat traitor again. You might be lucky to survive in the woods. But, here I'll make sure of your death, damn it!" arson said full of anger. "Soldier! Get ready! Pick up your weapons, and kill that fat traitor!"

Drakes!

Goddamnit! Do I have to now take out Woofy who started rebelling about to get out of the bag? Our plan would really fail this way. Though the royal motorcade is still moving closer behind there. I should how?

"Don't move, Kord!" command heavy voice of sangar-faced man. Mog.

He casually pulled out the sword that was on Kord's back. Twirling and swinging it. Make the soldiers raise the alert.

"A good sword. Very good in fact. Then it's easy to get it done." Mog looked at the blade of the sword he was holding with sparkling eyes.

"Heh .. hey, Mr. Mog. You-you're not serious, are you?" Kord's body trembled violently.

"Yes, I'm serious. That's why you stay here!"

Goddamnit! Now or not at all. Let our plans change, as long as Sam's close friend doesn't die here.

"Hey! Feel the mighty Mog rampage!"

My hand had just entered the bag when the man with the face of the devil lunged forward. He held the sword in hand, and made the spears of the soldiers, who were careless to think the Mog was on their side, cut off. Proving the sharpness of Artapatu's stowed sword.

The vow. I was confused by the actions of the big man. What motive? Did he help because he knew Kord? But it is highly unlikely, as his opponent is a royal warrior, while Kord himself is accused of being a traitor who will kill the king. Obviously it would hurt him for the long term, as it would make him the most wanted fugitive.

Mog snatched a sword through the armor of a soldier, which then continued by kicking another soldier to the ground. He continued to attack brutally like a commoner, yet remained calculating. Move agile like dancing, playing with the soldiers who eventually become victims of his attack.

I have to admit that guy was great at sword-fighting - maybe even empty-handed. Much better than that rotten aristocrat Arson. But, no matter how great he was, it seemed impossible to be able to fight against a mere platoon of troops that had just arrived. Standby besieged the Mog in a semicircular formation.

How's now? he would definitely be depleted if they attacked simultaneously. Spear dropped into his large body, followed by a sword that will finish his history.

Do I and Woofy have to act now!?