Episode 134 The first person to make a difference was the porter who was passing behind Hamar.
He was walking fine, but suddenly stumbled and threw the straw bale he was carrying towards Hamar.
“urg…!”
Skag.
Ugh.
Hamar’s surprised voice, a flash of light, and Ronian’s fists were instantly intertwined.
Soon, the light disappeared from the porter’s eyes as he stabbed the dagger through the falling piles of straw.
dump.
“Ah, tsk tsk. What is this? Keep your eyes straight… huh?”
“It looks like the young man is overdoing it. We should move him to an inn.”
Ronian, who was much younger than the fallen porter, grabbed the unconscious porter by the back and lifted him up.
Hamar, with blank eyes, tilted his head as he felt something uneasy.
“Little Confucius…”
“A noble person like that…”
“You will be blessed.”
The surrounding residents who were watching this all exclaimed in exclamation.
It was a huge change compared to the first day when it was revealed that he was the second Confucius, and the market was paralyzed when everyone bowed down and bowed down.
And Ronian smiled faintly as he sensed the presence of ‘things’ watching him amidst the murmur.
The signs that were trying to move one after another came to a complete halt the moment their comrade was suppressed.
‘You seem embarrassed.’
An attack carried out by a strong knight-level or higher with hidden force.
It was a technique that could easily defeat even an opponent who was one or two steps ahead.
So, he must have been confident and that much more surprised.
‘But you won’t be able to avoid moving.’
Because I captured one.
It was only when Ronian moved with a leisurely pace, carrying the prisoner, that the signs began to move again.
“Little Confucius. I was feeling a bit cold about him earlier…”
“It’s an illusion.”
Hamar tilted his head.
“No. It really felt a bit strange.”
Ronian listened with one ear to Hamar’s complaints, not sure if he was dull or sensitive, but paid attention to the movements of the figures hiding their force.
If they don’t want to return to the residence like this, the attacks will continue.
‘How dare you make modifications in our territory. ‘I never just let it go.’
Even if the others leave like this, since we caught one, we will be able to find out his origin.
That was enough, but the more prisoners who would open their mouths, the better.
So, if you make a bold move like this…
“Huh?!”
“Uh! What are you!”
“You’re not looking straight!”
There began to be an urgent movement that caught the attention of the people gathered in the market.
The new ones were quite bold compared to the first ones.
The moment when a giant one head taller than Ronian strides forward and stands between Ronian and Hamar, blocking their gaze.
A street vendor selling grilled skewers on the other side twisted the skewer he had handed to Hamar and stabbed him in the neck.
At that moment, the glow of the sunset flashed from Ronian’s hand and a ray of light shot out.
The beam of light that pierced a coin-sized hole in the back of the giant who was blocking Ronian’s path not only pierced the skewer aimed at Hamar, but also pierced the right shoulder of the assassin disguised as a street vendor.
A strike to cut through iron that I learned only recently.
“Ugh!”
“Aaaah!”
“It’s murder!”
The result was chaos in the market.
‘No one has died yet.’
Ronian, who smiled bitterly as he watched the people of the territory scattering, struck the back of the giant who was sitting down due to the impact of being stabbed in the back.
Wow.
Behind the giant, whose eyes had completely turned away, a street vendor could be seen gritting his teeth, pulling out a dagger and rushing towards Hamar.
He rushed at him, threw away the sword, and hit his chin with his palm, knocking him unconscious.
At that moment, two force users holding daggers emitting a blazing red force charged at the same time from the front and back, aiming for the life of Hamar, who was retreating.
‘Middle class!’
A life that is blatantly displayed as if it has given up on even the bare minimum of hiding its identity.
Hamar’s blue face appeared before my eyes.
I couldn’t take the risk of capturing two enemies of the same level without killing them.
“Taa!”
From Ronian’s waist, the beloved sword Mane emitted four waves of orange force.
Quaaaaaaaaa!
“Ahh!”
Although adjustments were made to avoid impacting Hamar in the center as much as possible, it was still impossible for Ronian to completely control the divine sword vision.
Ronian looked away from Hamar, who fainted with foam at the mouth in the aftermath of the wave splitting.
Because right now, other guys were more important.
“White-clothed peddler! Gray cane! Chase!”
Before I knew it, I was screaming at the MacLine knights surrounding me.
Kwaaaaang!
The loud noise that came from afar made Ronian’s complexion change completely.
“Office!? Damn it!”
Ronian picked up the unconscious Hamar, carried him on his back, and ran like crazy toward the location where the explosion was heard.
* * * When Ronian and the knights arrived at the workshop.
All work had already been completed.
“I’m sorry. Ier Namor Tevrn. The three of you were kidnapped. The material side was completely defended, but a person believed to be a senior Force user…”
Cough.
Intermediate Knight Thompson vomited light blood with a pale complexion.
“I’m sorry.”
“No, that’s enough. I’m glad it’s over.”
“Without armor, he was exposed to a barrage of rapid fire crossbows. He will not be safe.”
“okay.”
As Ronian’s complexion continued to harden, Knight Thompson could not bring himself to say that he thought he had seen his unmasked face somewhere.
‘Because it’s not certain.’
At least if you remember where you saw it, you will be able to say it.
When Thompson lowered his head with a gloomy expression, he furiously reminisced.
A subordinate stepped forward on his behalf and carefully spoke for his superior.
“It was Logan’s order to prioritize the defense of Liberatio’s material warehouse. It is by no means Sir Thompson’s fault.”
“I know.”
At the words of the reporting knight, Ronian exuded a cool expression.
It was a low word, but at that single word, all the gathered knights fell silent, unable to say anything.
“The problem is that even though I expected it and was prepared, I still got hit. Ha… such a pathetic thing. What can I say to my brother…”
Little Confucius was pacing around, biting his lip and muttering to himself.
Ronian, who had always treated his vassals and knights with respect, was rarely seen in anger, which was putting more pressure on him than yelling.
“Can three kidnapped dwarves create something?”
Temar was startled and shouted at Ronian’s question after a long period of silence.
“If you’re talking about a rapid-fire crossbow, that may be true. But Liberatio may have noticed some of the ingredients, but he’ll never know the recipe.”
“Are you sure?”
“I’m sure!”
Temar swallowed his saliva as he saw the faint glow in his red eyes.
– The repeating crossbow is a weapon that will spread someday. But no liberatio. never! got it? Keep this in mind.
Ronian bit his lip, remembering his brother’s words.
“Good. It’s still okay. Double the alert level of the attack and defense. You can give up security in other castles somewhat. Concentrate the soldiers and knights on the town. Especially here.”
“yes!”
“Interrogate the assassins you captured. Find out where they belong and who sent them, then chop them into small pieces and burn them alive! Make sure you regret even on your deathbed that you dared to mess with McLane.”
Everyone who heard Ronian’s creepy command trembled.
– These are the devil’s seeds, so never let down your guard.
The moment the words of Hamar, the head of the stunned workshop, passed through Temar’s brain again, he firmly resolved that he would never do tricks or mess up anything.
Meanwhile, unfortunately for Ronian, there was no time to interrogate the captured assassins.
Because of a communication from the main camp on the battlefield, the entire McLane Town was put on alert.
[The army of Viscount Gray and Viscount Morgan, under the Marquis of Calia, is advancing in the direction of McLane Castle.]
Information delivered by soldiers who were scouting the east beyond McLane Castle.
“It’s an attack from the inside and the outside. These…”
Ronian’s eyes are burning with anger.
“Summon all the knights. Summon all the vigilantes. Center around McLane Castle and crush the invaders!”
A war summons was issued throughout the territory.
The spark of war would fly in the McLane territory where the main force had fallen to the central front.
Heehee!
“There won’t be nearly as many knights as expected. It should be easy.”
“That’s right. We can make such an achievement. What a worldly disaster…”
Chris Morgan responded positively to Joe Gray’s words.
The armies of the two Viscounties were confronting the army of Count Ersen, under the Duke of Waltermaim of the Second Prince faction, on the way up to the central front.
Despite being named Count Picha and Viscount, they are quite lacking in power.
Since they were not the core force advancing to the central front where large armies were clashing, the leaders of the faction only viewed them as a kind of sentinel role to monitor the front lines of the North and South.
however.
At some point, an order came down to them.
– Give up the confrontation and hit the McLine.
Although there were more detailed requirements, these were matters that could only be fulfilled once the occupation was taken.
They even received assurances that they would not pay any attention to Count Ersen’s army, which might invade them while they were away.
So they ran happily and came down to the south.
Although it was not enough compared to their rank, their combined strength was a large force of close to 80 knights and close to 2,000.
There was no need to worry about the Baron missing the main army.
Their new weapon, which is very active on the central front, has also prepared its own countermeasures.
However, when they entered the field ahead of McLane Castle, what blocked their path was a huge army with no end in sight.
“What is all that…?!”
“I think it’s well over 10,000 people.”
A mere baron who devoted most of his strength to the central front had 10,000 troops.
The two viscounts almost fell into panic for a moment, but soon they breathed a sigh of relief when they saw the equipment of the approaching troops.
Shabby armor and a small crossbow visible on his belt.
That was all the weapons most soldiers had.
“They’re conscripts! How irresponsible they are. Those guys called McLane should know that. Prepare for battle! Don’t be discouraged! They’re a ragtag bunch!”
Joe Gray shouted and tried to control the morale of the troops, but there was one thing that bothered him.
And Chris Morgan, next to him, seemed to feel similar anxiety.
“Surely that crossbow isn’t all ‘that’?”
“If those guys called McLane are in their right minds, they wouldn’t be able to do that. They’re just giving conscripts a weapon that can kill a knight. And even a crossbow requires quite a bit of training. It’s probably just a bluff to intimidate.”
“Of course it is.”
The two viscounts tried to ignore the rising anxiety as they exchanged common sense conversations.
However, they could not shake off the thought of what might happen and took out the card they had prepared.
“Knights, raise your prepared shields!”
“They are all conscripts! Don’t be nervous, step on it!”
The two viscounts only pointed at the hundreds of properly equipped soldiers and dozens of knights wearing flame-patterned armor out of the more than 10,000 soldiers. According to
their common sense, if they just destroy those regular troops, they will end up in the end. Because the ‘natural’ formula that victory would be theirs was clearly established.
However,
the moment their knights began their march.
The baptism of pitch-black quarrels pouring down as if filling the entire front, destroyed their common sense along with their knights.
Doo doo doo . .
“Uuuuuu!”
The rain of Quarrel, which instantly filled the sky with black, continued to pour without stopping.
The knights, who had prepared thick iron shields called kite shields that completely covered the front, barely withstood the impact and had to retreat again and again.
They rode on . The horses that were there had already turned into hedgehogs and collapsed.
The barrage of repeating crossbows from 10,000 troops was even more terrifying than what they had heard through rumors.
“Hold on! Hold on and move forward!”
Some crazy bastard.
‘Say nonsense!!’
Jadon, the head of the Gray family’s knights, gritted his teeth and looked back.
And when he saw that the crazy guy was his master, he had no choice but to bite his lip and turn his head.
“Forward!”
Jadon gave an unwilling command. From there, I took a step forward.
And as I did so, I thought,
‘Maybe this is…?’
It seemed that if intermediate knights like myself took the lead by strengthening their kite shields with the Force, they would be able to break through this terrible baptism of Quarrels. The
preparation was not in vain.
So little by little, he moved forward with hope.
Doo doo doo.
The pouring Quarrels. I thought it was going to decrease, but then it stopped and I heard the sound of a horse riding in front of me.
That’s it!
“All stones…?!”
Jayden stood up with great force and shouted. He
was at the forefront of the enemy knights who were approaching right in front of him.
He was still young. I saw red-hot stones raining down, starting with a red-haired, red-eyed young man throwing them.
‘Where did you hear that…?’
Jayden’s brain, which barely managed to break through the rain of Quarel in the midst of extreme tension, could not easily remember the identity of the stones.
Gaaaaaaa!
It was only when he was engulfed in a heat wave with a heavy drink that he was able to barely recognize their identity.
“Magic width. ..!!”
Of course, it was already too late by then.
Sgak.
The sword of the young man, who exudes a sunset-colored force that matches his red hair so well, blew off Jayden’s head in one go.
And.
“Kill them all!!”
The shout that determined the flow of the battlefield rang
out
across
the field .
no. Never mind that. If we strengthened our defenses, that would be fine. Because there would be no room for further provocation. Who are the ones you caught?”
At those words, the younger brother in the communication channel lowered his head with a more stern expression.
[…All the captured ones also committed suicide. It was my fault for not controlling them properly.] The
younger brother’s expression gradually darkened.
Logan felt the need to change the subject.
“Anyway, what about vigilantes? Was there any problem?”
[Some people are panicking, but morale is high because there are no casualties. Thanks to this battle, the number of applicants for training is increasing.]
“Really? Good. Training is thorough. In the worst case scenario…”
Logan lowered his voice and continued.
Ronian’s expression became increasingly hard after hearing everything he said.
[That’s really…]
“…That could be possible. ”
[I will prepare perfectly. You will not be disappointed again.]
“You have never disappointed me, Ronnie. Don’t keep saying things like that.”
[No. I will prepare perfectly this time so that I can be proud of myself.]
“Oh my…”
Seeing Logan shaking his head, Padric next to him gently scolded him.
“That’s enough, Logan. Didn’t you say that your younger brother is working hard on his own?”
“…Yes. Well, we got through this difficult time safely.”
[Please come back safely, father. Brother.]
“Of course. “Stop talking nonsense.”
Logan laughed at his father’s words and the communication ended with the conversation between his brother and father.
But Padric still looked at his eldest son with a concerned expression.
“Are you really planning to do that?”
“yes. “I don’t know how long the war will last like this.”
“But isn’t it too much of an adventure?”
“It’s necessary.
” “The duke won’t just let you go
.” “I’ll have no choice but to let you go.”
“Yes. I guess so.”
After finishing the conversation with his father, Logan looked at the luxurious barracks in the center.
These days, a meeting of the leaders of the 2nd Prince faction is held every day.
A proposal is being made to change the direction of this war, which has been sluggish even after winning. The time was coming.
