< 78. Moving Strategy (2) >
#78
It seemed like something had happened. The man who appeared to be in charge of her said pointing his finger across the road that had been blocked off.
She said “Sword Saint Zaipa and his direct troops are conducting operations nearby. “Wait until it’s over or take another route.”
“Zaifa? “Is this the Zaipa I know?”
He was a name I heard often during my two lives. A swordsman who defeated Nabi Rose and became the greatest swordsman of the empire. Ronan tilted his head when he heard that someone he had never actually seen even in his previous life had arrived.
‘Is this enough for Zaifa to come?’
Even though the wyvern appeared I didn’t think it was a stage where such a big man would appear in person. Ronan asked shrugging his shoulders.
“What are you doing Lord Swordsman blocking the road?”
“I can’t tell you the details. “Please cooperate for the safety of citizens.”
“Oh don’t be like that just tell me a little bit.”
“You can’t do that.”
A nervous look was evident on her man’s face. The remaining soldiers were also on guard with their military standards raised. After thinking for a moment Ronan regained his appetite and turned his head.
“Then there is nothing we can do. “I’m having a hard time.”
“Thank you for your cooperation. “Monsters may appear so take the main road if possible.”
Bullying military baris did not suit his taste. Asher who was sitting in the back seat asked worriedly.
“What should I do now?”
“I should either go back or take the side road. “Aerial searches can be done elsewhere anyway.”
Although it was annoying there wasn’t much we could do about it. I was in the process of looking for a suitable section to skip. A loud cry broke out among the people gathered.
“You bastards who just waste taxes! “How long are you going to wait?”
“Keep your voice low as it may attract monsters.”
“To put it mildly my stuff is rotting while I’m doing this!!”
It was so loud that at first I thought a monster had appeared. Ronan turned his head. A fat man was pointing a point in the faces of the soldiers.
Judging by her demeanor she seemed to be a merchant. Behind him was a shabby wagon pulled by two worn-out horses.
I saw flies tangling everywhere and it seemed like they were carrying something with a foul smell. Ronan laughed.
‘They’re just singing to be killed.’
Not only is it noisy but it also stinks. It was clear that he was a spy sent by Nebula Clage to lure monsters.
The man squealed like a pig despite the warnings of her soldiers. As I was contemplating whether I should look after his hand a thunderous idea flashed through my mind.
“Ohh.”
It was absurd but it had potential. Even if Nebula Clazier could not be found it was an operation that could secure the safety of the surrounding area. Ronan who pulled the reins looked back at Asher and said.
“Asher. “You can now lift a carriage without difficulty right?”
“Huh? “What do you mean?”
Suddenly Ronan jumped off the horse. The merchant was still throwing a tantrum and spewing out all kinds of profanity.
“Damn thugs! I can’t believe you guys have parents too! “You sons of the devil!”
The soldiers’ expressions were gradually becoming distorted. Ronan approached the abandoned carriage.
He had a fishy smell that made him want to vomit. He seemed to be moving pickled fish or something. His horses were also constantly barking probably annoyed by the bad smell.
He took advantage of the opportunity when no one was watching and launched slash attacks all over the wagon. It also included a link between his horse and carriage. Suddenly! The moment the connection was severed the horses’ eyes widened.
“Fuhihihing!”
“uh? “Uh huh?!”
The two horses now free ran away as if they had been waiting. The merchant chased after him his stomach fluttering but in vain. Horses that deviated from the path disappeared into the forest right next to them.
“Hey my horse is running away! “What are you doing if you’re not chasing after me!”
“We must hold our ground.”
“Hey you guys! around!!”
No matter how desperately I shouted no words came back. At that time the wagon that was standing still collapsed. The merchant screamed and ran to the carriage. All the joints and wheels that had been fine until yesterday were all broken. As the contents had been spilled an even stronger odor was coming out.
“Why…why is this happening to me…! Oh…!”
He couldn’t figure out the cause at all. The merchant in despair sat down on the floor. The wagon that made his living was now nothing more or less than a pile of smelly wood. Ronan suddenly appeared from behind and poked him on the shoulder.
“hey. mister.”
“Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu…what?”
Tears like chicken droppings were flowing endlessly from the merchant’s narrow slitted eyes. Ronan said with a kind smile.
“Can I take this useless piece of trash?”
“What…? trash?”
“Don’t even think about selling it. “If we don’t get rid of that everyone here will die anyway.”
For a moment the merchant was speechless. Ronan briefly explained what would happen if this pile of wood was left unattended. Just telling him that the wyvern’s favorite thing was rotten fish was enough to have an effect.
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“Listen straight to me Asher. “Because the smell has to spread far away.”
“Uh yeah. Okay…woof.”
The two people left the main road and were crossing a forest with sparse trees. The pile of wood that had once been a wagon was following the boys floating in the air.
The wagon contained fifteen barrels full of pickled herring. Ronan opened all the cans and cut off the roof of the carriage.
Thanks to this every time the horse’s hooves clicked a murderous fishy smell was spreading through the wind. Asher who was looking around like a meerkat screamed.
“Hey! “Out front!”
“Keeeeeeek!”
Ronan looked ahead. Up ahead about a dozen goblins armed with tree branches and farming tools were running bravely. He sighed and got off the horse.
“Now the plague is even attacking goblins.”
It was not even a special entity like Luna Goblin but a regular goblin. Ronan tugged at the hilt of his sword. Suddenly! His body rotated widely and at the same time ten heads rose into the air.
“Oh are we really okay…!”
“Don’t be scared man. “You haven’t even killed a few of them yet.”
As Ronan said that his body was drenched in blood. This was the result of cutting down a good three-digit number of monsters in nearly half a day. Accompanied by pickled fish they were no different from a lighthouse that lured monsters.
Ronan picked up the head of the goblin lying at his feet. Sure enough a familiar pattern remained on his forehead which was as green as spinach. It was the imprint of Nebula Clage which had been seen on cave giants and ogres.
“They got hit too. Anyway you fucking bastards.”
Ronan’s prediction was correct. It was Nebula Clazie’s job to attract and excite the monsters. I don’t know why I’m doing this shit again. However Ronan had no intention of letting their intentions come true whatever they were.
‘If I kill it what will come out?’
Ronan knew that the magic would be released if the caster was killed or neutralized. This was the case with Phrygia and Cyrilla. But now there was no particular way to find the magician.
So Ronan was killing all the monsters lured by the smell. Reducing the absolute number would make Iril’s move safer so it was not a loss-making business. Ronan said looking up at Asher on his horse.
“Please raise it slowly Asher. “I’ll come see you…”
It was then. Ronan’s face hardened. Asher tilted his head.
“Ronan?”
Ronan didn’t answer. His gaze stayed higher not on Asher on the horse.
The beings flapping their wings with their backs to the sun were too large to be birds. One of them was getting closer quickly. Ronan continued without taking his eyes off the air.
“…Aser. Move the carriage over my head.”
“Huh…?”
“You have to hold it still. Okay okay. “Because the moment a wyvern catches its prey there is a gap.”
Asher’s face turned pale as he understood what he meant. Soon a shadow appeared at the boys’ feet. Ronan placed his hand on the hilt of his sword. He muttered raising one corner of his mouth.
“Okay now it’s time to catch some fish.”
Now I could make out the shape. An ocher-colored wyvern was descending with its wings folded. Asher heard the sound of the fierce wind and began to cry.
“Ugh…Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu…!”
The length from his head to the tip of his tail appeared to be approximately 5 meters. Asher suppressed the feeling of fainting as much as he could and moved his wagon. As soon as Ronan’s appearance was obscured the wyvern roared.
“Kyaaaaaak!”
“Kwaaaak!”
Asher screamed. Even so the telekinesis was not released. The moment the wyvern’s claws grabbed hold of the wagon Ronan swung his sword. The sword that broke his carriage and flew out hit the wyvern’s neck directly. Suddenly! The crescent-shaped sword energy passed through the wyvern’s neck cutting in half.
“Keueeek!”
“Good.”
The range was short but the power was powerful. The fountain of blood gushed. The wyvern fell and fell to the ground kicking up dust. At that time a roar rang out from the sky again. The two birds that were together were descending towards Ronan at the same time. He immediately corrected his posture. A surprise attack would no longer work.
“Kyaaaa!”
“uh?”
At that time Ronan’s eyes widened as he stared at the wyverns. There was a person riding on the back of one of the horses. She was a woman wearing a pure white robe and she was desperately trying to stop the wyvern from going down.
“Why is this happening all of a sudden?! Come to your senses!”
“Kiaaaaaaa!”
It seemed like a wyvern who was obsessed with fish was responsible for his unexpected actions. Despite her desperate efforts the wyvern did not change course.
But that wasn’t what mattered now. A familiar sparkle was emerging from her woman’s shoulders. Ronan gritted his teeth.
“Nebula Clage…!”
She was clearly one of the ringleaders of the frenzy. At that time a wyvern without a person on board arrived at Ronan’s head. The sight of her falling vertically with her mouth full of teeth wide open was the very fear of adventurers.
“Khhhhhhhh!”
“Get out of the way.”
Of course it was none of Ronan’s business. He stepped on the body of the previously fallen wyvern jumped up and swung his sword as if to intercept it. Dozens of red lines were drawn on its crocodile-like face. Pow! The wyvern’s head which was stuck in the ground like a stake exploded scattering its blood teeth and brain in all directions.
“what?!”
Only then did the woman notice Ronan’s presence and turned her head. Ronan swung her sword towards the sky without a moment of hesitation. Wow! The sword energy that flew through the wind hit the wyvern’s wings. The wyvern came to its senses and screamed.
“Kiyaaaaaak!”
“Nimi.”
Ronan twitched her lip. His sword energy was limited to tearing the skin of his right wing. The distance seemed to have diminished its power. The white-faced woman screamed as if she were screaming.
“Moo step back!”
The wyvern quickly turned and began to rise. After hearing her swear Ronan grabbed the hilt of her sword. As he was about to fire his sword energy once more Asher who was watching stretched out his hand.
“This invisible hand!”
“Crack?!”
An invisible hand grabbed them. The wyvern lost its balance and stopped in midair. Ronan shouted clenching his fists.
“Okay Asher! “Just put it on the floor!”
“Uh huh!”
Asher swung his fisted hand down. The struggling wyvern began to fall. Then the woman in the robe said something and said her spell. Suddenly her overwhelming strength increased and Asher’s body rose into the air.
“Kwaaaaaak!”
“Hey you idiot let go now!”
Asher released her telekinesis. Ronan threw her body and caught Asher from falling. The wyvern carrying her woman was moving away quickly. If you continue like this you will miss out. Ronan shouted while holding Asher’s shoulders.
“Azel shoot me!”
“What?”
“If you throw me at those bastards you can catch it later!”
Asher’s eyes wavered. But she didn’t ask again. He silently grabbed Ronan with his invisible hand and threw him towards the wyvern. An incredible wind pressure hit Ronan.
“Ugh…!”
It was a sensation reminiscent of the dogfight with Ahayute. The wind was roaring in my ears. The gap narrowed in an instant. Ronan who narrowly entered the same orbit calmly grabbed the wyvern’s tail. The woman’s eyes widened as she turned her head.
“Aaaah! How?!”
Ronan didn’t answer. She stuck her La Mancha into the thick part of her tail instead. Kieeeeek! The wyvern screamed in pain and writhed. Ronan leapt onto the wyvern’s back pulling the hilt of her sword. .
“What a bitch. “What an important day today is.”
“What are you…? Why on earth is this…!”
The woman seeing her evil-like appearance took a step back. It was the moment when Ronan was about to rush in. A huge shadow fell over their heads. Ronan lifted her head. A wyvern so large that the wyverns I had seen so far were mistaken for cubs was descending with its claws in front.
“shit.”
Naturally the wyvern’s chest had the symbol of Nebula Clage engraved on it. It seemed to be the final weapon of this plan.
The distance between his claws and his face was less than 2 meters. Ronan who quickly assessed the situation was about to swing his sword. Shirrick! A sound like a whistle sounded and suddenly a huge shadow appeared before their eyes. Ronan’s eyes widened.
“Suin…?”
The identity of the shadow was a were tiger with a black body. It was bigger than any beast I had ever seen. In his right arm which was swollen as if it was going to explode was a scimitar that was probably 5 meters long.
‘Where did it come from?’
For a moment a chill ran down Ronan’s spine. I couldn’t feel any mana from the beastman. It meant that he had leapt this far with pure leg strength without using magic. A voice full of despair flowed from the woman’s mouth.
“Now Zaipa…!”
“what?”
At that moment the giant wyvern’s body split in half. Blood poured out like an explosion soaking the sky. At the same time the wyvern Ronan was riding also collapsed into three pieces. Were Tiger immediately turned around and began to fall wrapping Ronan and her woman around their necks at the same time.
