After Oscar brushed the dust, he calmly put on the helmet with only a gap in his face, as if it had magic to isolate him from the whole world, and everything became quiet. The fat, writhing stout four, roaring maw, and on-hand two-headed monster became incredibly slow and bulky.

The two-headed monsters must have felt that the dwarfs in front of them were so frightened by their tall and powerful posture that they couldn't move their legs, and they might even pee their pants, but they didn't mind what it smelled like, and they had to get it in their mouths, right?

Probably an agreement was reached to control the left and right heads of the two hands separately, and they roared wildly and put their hands together to raise the wooden stick above their heads, and together they smashed it at Oscar - boom!

Oscar moved, grabbed the hilt of the longsword with his right hand, rubbed the stick pressed above his head, and jumped under the crotch of the two-headed monster like a gust of wind, and then jumped and stabbed straight ahead. Oscar was glad that the sword in his hand was still strong enough, and the blade was completely submerged in the right heel of the two-headed monster.

Gripping the hilt of the sword and pulling it diagonally, the flesh rolled up, the blood flowed everywhere, and even the white bones could be seen in the torn hole. The pain-eating two-headed monster screamed louder and louder, probably because both heads shared the pain of the whole body.

However, after cutting off the heel of one of their feet, the Two-Headed Monster fell to one knee on the ground, and it seemed that this was not enough to cause them to lose their balance and fall to the ground. On the contrary, it seems to be stimulated by the pain to go crazy, and it picks up the stick and attacks indiscriminately and violently in all directions.

Oscar wanted to take advantage of the victory, aiming for the other foot and grabbing the next sword to put the monster on the ground, and his instinct told him that these huge enemies would be left to be slaughtered as long as they lost the only flexibility they had.

Tong! Oscar's breastplate, which was hit in the chest by a large mallet, was dented, and the whole person slammed into the rock wall. Is it too confident? Still not familiar with his own strength, Oscar tried to climb out of the rock wall, but then the big hand of the two-headed monster covered it.

The five-headed monster's fingers were pressed together and he pinched half of Oscar's body, and the position of the tiger's mouth was just right in his throat. Perhaps thinking that victory was in hand, the two-headed monster threw away the stick in his right hand and pinched it towards Oscar's head.

The head on the left screams, as if to say that it wants to take its first bite, the head of the "crispy juice". And the head on the right side is also fighting back with the same strong force, probably thinking that it is all due to the capture of this dwarf, and that it should eat the best food.

The scene of two heads on the same body colliding and arguing with each other is inexplicably funny, but Oscar has won precious time.

While the two stupid guys with a single body were arguing, Oscar reversed the direction of the sword in his hand with difficulty, after all, the strength of the two-headed monster is not small. Perhaps sensing that the dwarf in his hand was making small movements at the same time, the two heads turned around and stared at Oscar together.

Poof...... I saw that the tip of the sword pierced the thumb knuckle of the two-headed monster's left hand from the bottom up, and the joint of any creature could be a weak point, and Oss was right. Then he twisted the blade of the sword, as if he had flipped the lever switch of an elevator with all his might, and the knuckles of the two-headed monster's thumb were removed in the blink of an eye.

Splattered in reddish-brown blood, Oscar fell to the ground almost at the same time as his still hot fingers, and the two-headed two-headed monster once again paid a terrible price for their stupidity. Now they don't want to argue about who takes the first bite first, and they can crush the dwarf to death before anything else.

But how could Oscar let go of such a great opportunity? Although the blade of the long sword in his hand was rolled and the blade of the sword was much bent, he felt that this did not prevent him from ending the life of the two-headed monster with this sword in the slightest.

Still on his heels, Oscar decides to destroy the only pillar that the two-headed monster has.

Boom, the two-headed monsters screamed and threw themselves to the ground, their legs almost separated from the soles of their feet below the calves. The two-headed monster, which had never tried such pain, lay limply off the ground, howling and pounding the ground. At this time, it seemed that they realized that they were about to be killed by this seemingly weak dwarf, and the instinct for survival caused them to shout out those beast words that no one but themselves could understand.

"......Ahh

Poof——! Poof——!

Oscar jumped on their backs and swung his sword sideways much more smoothly than expected. One by one, he chopped off two huge one-horned heads. Then the whole world was silent.

Oscar stood on the corpse and shook his spirit, he felt his body involuntarily absorb some energy, although it was very little, but it was as comfortable as stretching his waist and loosening his muscles.

Does this monster also have a small Sombra in its head? Oscar was a little curious, and after a lot of effort, he didn't find anything he was looking for. Could it be because this creature's brain is so stupid?

Well, Oscar felt that it was time for him to leave, and he was going to find his "name". In addition, he felt that he had to find a river, a stream, and wash away the filth all over his body. Although he couldn't smell the stench now, how could he allow himself to be dirty like this as a knight?

……

"Stop! Whoever you are, give your name, or our bows and arrows will not have long eyes! ”

Oscar thinks that today must be his lucky day, and shortly after coming out of the two-headed monster's cave, he meets a group of big living people! A big living person who is completely different from him, the kind of living person who will die if he kills.

"Lay down your weapons, knights, and unload your armor and helmets. We've got to see you as you are, or I can't guarantee that my companions won't shoot you into a hornet's nest!" ”

It was obvious that they were nervous, and their hands holding bows and arrows were shaking unconsciously, as if no one wanted to take a step forward, except for the woman who spoke. Is it really that terrible?

"O'...... Oscar. My name is Oscar. I'm a lost knight. Maybe it had been too long since he spoke, Oss stumbled back.

"Helmet! Take your helmet off! Then the woman in the wolf's head cloak re-emphasized.

Helmet? Why are they so obsessed with helmets, do they also want this beautiful helmet, but they are not knights. Oscar finally took the helmet off, after all, the group swore not to give up without seeing him take off the helmet.

Hiss...... The people around couldn't help but tilt their heads and whisper, but it seemed to be a breath of relief, and the originally taut bowstring also eased.

In the eyes of the group, this knight had a face beyond the ordinary, or rather, the blond hair and blue eyes, with a sharp nose and a knife-like cheek contour, were indeed handsome, at least there were no such handsome young men in their village.

In this way, this is very much in line with the style of those noble knights, although not all noble knights can be as good-looking as him. It's just that they don't have much culture, and they have only been trained by the oral culture of the bards, of course, they think that knights should be like this.