Episode 50 Husband Hunting (5)
Bikir wrinkled his nose.
‘……pass?’
I don’t know what the hell is passing.
But there was no time to ponder it.
Vikir traced her memory and guessed the identity of the savage girl in front of her.
Before returning, information about Balak, a savage tribe, passes through my head.
#Balak #Uncivilized savage #Lives in the highlands of the Red and Black Mountains #Population is between 300 and 500 #Hunters who ride wolves and shoot arrows #Friendship with the empire is very low #Anyone male or female appointed as warriors #Each of the tribesmen ‘s military power is very high…
After reviewing numerous podiums, a few strands were caught.
Balak was a savage tribe with few known personalities, but there were a few among them whose names were known far beyond the borders of the mountains.
The first name that comes to mind is, of course, ‘Ghost God Adonai’, who is considered one of the strongest warriors throughout Balak’s history.
He was one of the ‘three disasters outside of the world’ prescribed by the empire, and was the tribal chief who led Balak’s heyday.
He was such a master that he single-handedly declared war on the Empire, and he shot and killed 542 graduates during the 100-day war.
Among the casualties, the number of ordinary soldiers was uncountable.
The Empire, which suffered unspeakable damage in a short period of 100 days, classified the enemy and the Black Mountain as an ‘extraterritory’ zone from then on, and since then, it has been avoiding an all-out war.
Since the content is recorded in the history books of the empire, the content has been undervalued a lot, but even considering that, it can’t be anything but great content.
‘…But this is not the time for Adonai to be alive.’
Bikir pondered for a moment.
Adonai is a figure from a previous generation.
He was a great man from so long ago that even Bikir had only encountered it through records in history books.
Courtier Adonai disappeared around the time the Baskervilles had just moved to the Western Front and started their pioneering business, and is presumed to have died around that time.
At that time, the present head of the Baskerville family, Hugo Les Baskervilles, hadn’t even been born yet.
Then, who is the right time and who is as famous as that?
‘Relatively recently… is it the ‘Night Fox’ who killed 32 people in a 10-day battle against the Baskervilles and the Morgues?’
When Bikir was young, Baskerville and Morgue worked together to subdue the enemy and the barbarians of Black Mountain.
Among Balak’s archers who were prominent in the war at that time, there was a being called the ‘Night Fox’.
A sniper whose gender was known only as a woman without any known information.
For 10 days, she killed 16 graded swordsmen in Baskerville, 10 4th class wizards in Morgue, and 6 5th class wizards, and disappeared.
At the time, Bikir was young, so he could not see the tragedy with his own eyes, but since many instructors who taught Bikir died, the aftermath of the damage could be guessed.
‘And it was the same in this life.’
The existence that left scars on the bridge of the nose of the sword star Hugo and the chest of the demon star Adolf in the recent territorial dispute was probably the night fox.
‘…But even if you look at her as a night fox, her age doesn’t match.’
It was clear that she was now at least in her early 30s, and at most mid-mid.
Even if he was a genius in archery, he would have lived and trained for quite a long time to injure a sword master and a 6th class wizard.
Could the savage girl in front of me be in her late teens?
Although her skills were great, she was too weak to be considered a fox of the night.
‘It’s not even in the history books, it’s a name I’ve never heard of.’
What then? Could it be the bloodline left behind by the ‘Night Fox’?
The record of Balak is not much left in the history books, and even the local Baskervilles who actually fought against it were rarely known.
If the fox of the night, who may be leading Balak now, has left bloodlines, the possibility that it is the girl in front of him cannot be ruled out.
‘I’m pretty much a savage tribe researcher.’
Bikir thought a lot in such a short time.
Right then.
…hook!
I hear the wind blowing somewhere.
It was too weak to be the sound of an arrow being shot.
However, the skills of a hunter who had passed through the age of destruction did not allow a gap as thin as that hair.
Pak!
Bikir swung the hem of the blood wind to block it from flying.
It was a stinger with cactus thorn paralyzing poison.
It is exactly what poisoned Camus before.
“…Huh!? How did you stop it!?”
A cry of astonishment resounds beyond the sea of floods.
Ahhun, who was hiding under the roots of a tree, was seen panicking with a pipe in his mouth.
Vikir took the aura after contemplating whether to counterattack or not.
The important thing now was to safely rescue Camus from her arms and, furthermore, to pay off a huge debt to the House of Morgue.
“Be patient. I’ll take you to your uncle soon…?”
But Bikir couldn’t finish his words.
It was because Kamyu, who was in his arms, was looking up at Bikir’s face with a blank expression.
His complexion is red and he is short of breath. My heart was beating too fast.
‘Are you poisoned by other poisons besides the paralysis poison?’
Bikir, feeling unimportant, asked Kamyu.
“Are you addicted?”
“……I think so.”
If so, that’s a big deal.
Bikir hastily retreated.
Iyen drew his bow like lightning, but he couldn’t catch Bikir, who was determinedly falling backwards.
Whiririk-
Rope nooses fly in again.
Balak’s female warriors have been persistently throwing their noose at Bikir since earlier.
however.
Kiririk- Damn!
Bikir was also emitting an aura and cutting off the nooses.
Since he had many eyes to see, he had to show only the low-level swordsmanship and aura of a graduate, but that was enough to overwhelm Balak’s normal warriors.
but.
Ping- Pug!
Even Vikir couldn’t help but be careful of the arrows Iyen shot.
Fortunately, Iyen’s arrow missed Bikir’s vital point.
The arrows exquisitely aimed only at Bikir’s leg, and the nooses that flew in from time to time.
In addition, Bikir is quite a classic because he is holding a camu in his arms.
On the other hand, Kamyu expressed her grief and held on to the hem of Bikir’s clothes.
“…Ugh, I never thought I’d become a nuisance heroine who would only hold back my ankles.”
“The main character. You’re overly self-conscious.”
“From now on, I’ll never be vigilant. So I think it’s an honor. You’ll never see me like this for the rest of my life… What a shame!?”
Bikir lifted Camu upright and continued to fall backwards.
Right then.
Kwak Kwa Kwa Kwam!
A loud explosion cuts the line between Balak’s warriors and Vikir.
A huge wall of ice formed before anyone knew it, enclosing and imprisoning all of Balak’s warriors.
Morgue Adolf.
Morgue is a member of the Mado Council and a representative who leads a huge political party called Myeongdang.
One of the best masters of the Imperial Mage Tower.
His power to go beyond the 6th class and look at the 7th class came out without filtering.
“Stay back, nephew-son-in-law.”
He draws numbers in the air and calculates complicated formulas.
The volume of ice, the specific gravity of ice, the latent heat of ice melting, the remaining mana, magic tools, and fatigue are multiplied and divided in a complex way.
And the results were truly terrifying.
So-so-so-so-so-so-so-so!
The whole sea of water started to freeze.
As if an ice age had arrived, hailstones and snowflakes flew in the air, and the ankles of those fleeing were all frozen to the ground.
Balak’s barbarians and the wolves they commanded had strong bodies, so their legs were not cut off just because they were frozen.
But I couldn’t help but be caught on the floor as it was.
“Bite them all and kill them.”
The Baskerville hounds’ teeth were locked against the defenseless warriors of Balak.
As the magicians of the House of Morgue joined in, screams began to emerge from all over the place.
And about that time, Adolf took over Camus from Vikir.
“Nephew! Are you okay!?”
Adolf exclaimed anxiously at Camus, who was wrapped in Bikir’s bloody clothes.
At the same time, detoxification magic was manifested.
…destroy!
Cure poison.
It’s quite a high-class magic, so it’s an antidote magic that can’t be used by anyone.
Adolf succeeded in removing some of the paralysis poison from Camus’ body.
“It’s a terrible paralyzing poison, so it must be difficult to get it all out. I’ll have to lie down for a few months. When I get back, let’s start by visiting the sacred family, the Quo Vadis family.”
A terrible poison that could not be removed even with Adolf’s power.
Soon after, Camu, who had recovered from the paralysis poison, jumped up from his seat.
Then?
…thump!
I ran to my less paralyzed leg and immediately hugged Bikir by the neck.
“You saved me again!”
Then, Adolf’s expression in the back is colored with regret and sullenness.
“It’s my nephew. My uncle is here too.”
“Why are you here now, Uncle? I’ll tell Mom everything!”
“…”
This made Adolf even more sullen.
At that time, Bikir pushed away Camus, who was burrowing into his bosom, and said to Adolf, “Madoseong-nim. It seems that Camus is
also
poisoned by other poisons. From what I heard earlier…”
“……?”
What is it? It was clear earlier…
but not if it wasn’t Adolf.
The moment Bikir is about to look back at Kamu.
Chow!
Again the rope noose flew.
This noose was different from the ones I had flown before.
Much more elaborate, erratic wriggling movements. It was like seeing a live snake.
“……!”
Bikir slashed the noose with the back of a sword and frowned.
Iyen. Holding the end of the noose, she was glaring at me with a hard expression.
Specifically, not Bikir, but the side where Kamu is.
“It’s nice to be caught quietly. I don’t have time.”
Again, poor imperial language. Bikir felt puzzled.
‘There is no time?’
What does this mean? Did I say something wrong because I’m not good at the imperial language?
Even at this moment, Morgue and the Baskervilles are overwhelming Balak. The lack of time
only applies to Balak.
Explosions, bright lights and high-pitched screams echoed everywhere.
Sussssss…
Suhae reacts to the untimely disturbance.
Leaves slowly flowing.
Right then,
“…he came!
He finally came!”
Ah-hun, who was holding the tube, screamed as if in a fit.
Upon hearing that, all of Balak’s warriors stopped moving for a moment.
“……?”
Bikir tilted his head.
Even the keen sense of the hunter who has lived through the era of destruction does not get caught in anything.
but.
Buzz-buzz-
Baalzebub lurking in the arteries of your wrists was furiously sending out warnings.
“come!”
“Madame Eight Legs’!”
“come! She’s coming!”
The savages of Balak are strong-hearted, whose expressions do not change even in the face of severe torture.
Seeing them so frightened now, the situation was truly extraordinary.
……
Eventually.
In the darkness, something peers this way.
An even heavier concentration of darkness casts its shadow on the sea of trees.
At this moment ,
attracted by the light and turmoil of the battlefield,
an unknown fear is approaching.
