Episode 47 Husband Hunting (2)
Ping!
The sound of a hole in the air.
An arrow flew in with a piercing sound and stuck into the dirt wall.
Puff! bang!
The hard-baked earthen wall exploded loudly, leaving a huge hole.
And one of the soldiers who was taking cover behind them was killed by an arrow.
Loud
voices resound at the border of the
jungle
.
Ballack. A tribe of brown-skinned savages.
With swords and bows in their hands, they were attacking the fortress of the House of Morgue.
Ping –
Every time an arrow flies, a soldier falls down the wall.
In the twinkling of an eye, Balak’s barbarians overthrew all the skirmishers and climbed the ramparts.
Roaring! bang!
They set fire to the cotton fields below the walls and took away barbarian slaves.
kong! I’m sorry!
Dogs barking everywhere.
Balak’s savages rode great wolves in teams of two or three, with nooses made of strong ropes in their hands.
When the nooses were thrown into the air, one slave, male or female, was captured alive.
It was like hunting.
Due to the sudden surprise attack, the inside of the fortress was in a state of turmoil.
Fires raged everywhere, soldiers were dying, and countless slaves were being dragged alive.
And in the middle of the mess, Bikir landed.
The eyes of several savage women who discovered Bikir began to glow.
“איפה בעלי”
“לא זה שלי”
“בואו להיות ביחד ביחד בהגינות”
They threw the noose into the air, waved it around, and threw it all at Bikir’s neck.
yet.
Tuttertuck –
A three-strand rope noose hangs around Bikir’s neck.
The barbarian female warriors kicked the wolf’s waist and drove it like a horse.
but.
…sweet!
The wolf had no choice but to stop and stop running.
Because Bikir didn’t even move while standing.
Kudeudeuk-
Even in the rope noose that was strangling her neck, she was holding out without a slight movement in her standing position.
Before long, Bikir, who was holding the rope noose in his hand, tightened his grip.
Kwak Kwa Kwak!
The wolf and three barbarian female warriors tumbled across the floor.
Then, the expressions of the barbarian men around them were distorted.
They shouted something and pointed their bows at Bikir.
Pipipipiping –
An arrow with tremendous speed. All of them aim at Bikir and run at them.
But Bikir’s hands were much faster.
…Hook!
Vikir quickly drew a longsword and breathed an aura into it.
The liquid aura that symbolizes the graduate stays sticky at one point on the tip of the sword.
Papa papapat!
Bikir drew a figure 8 with the tip of his sword and cut all the flying arrows in half.
The savages saw the aura emitted by Bikir and all fled back in amazement.
They couldn’t have known either. This formidable power that only those who have touched a certain singularity can see.
Vikir narrowed her eyes and surveyed Balak’s group in front of her.
brown skin. Silver gray black hair.
A tribe that paints its face black, wears a dog collar with spikes around its neck, and uses a bow as its main weapon while riding on the back of a large wolf.
‘It’s the same as the memory before returning.’
If it’s Balak’s warriors, he’s faced countless times before returning.
They are not only warlike, but the fighting power of each warrior is high.
This is a flatland with a fortress, so if you turned them into enemies in the middle of the dark jungle, you wouldn’t have been able to avoid the struggle.
‘Before I competed, Hugo asked for trust. Don’t fight until you join the main force.’
Although this is Baskerville’s territory, it was leased to Morgue, so Vikir had no reason to risk his life and fight with them.
“…”
“…”
Bikir gave off moderate momentum and put pressure on the barbarians, and they too could not rush at him.
It was because he had just seen the ghostly sword skill that Bikir showed.
at that time.
…kwak!
Hot flames rose with a loud explosion.
The earthen wall collapses and a girl walks out from behind.
A being who will be called the Queen of Red and Black in the distant future.
Morgue Camus she glared at the barbarians of Balak with bloodshot eyes.
“die!”
Camus crossed his hands.
Quadra Casting As many as four offensive magics were manifested and began to shake the battlefield upside down.
Powerful fire and wind steel and rocks brought firestorms and rockfall showers.
Balak’s barbarians were sending loud signals among themselves, pushing back the wolves.
Perhaps it was time to retreat at this point.
Camu kept the invaders in check and at the same time glanced back at Bikir.
Her gaze was on the few drops of dark red liquid on the tip of Vikir’s knife.
“You were a graduate? Great.”
Camus was genuinely impressed.
What level is a graduate?
It is a supreme state that ordinary people cannot reach even if they train their whole lives.
Aren’t the people of the Baskervilles, who are said to have only geniuses in swordsmanship, barely reached the stage when they turned 30?
“As expected. You are the only man I can acknowledge.”
Camu smiled and came to Bikir’s side.
She was taking a defensive attitude, probably thinking that Vikir was tired of radiating her aura.
“Stay away, it’s dangerous.”
Camu stepped in front of Bikir and created a wall of steel and rock while summoning icicles of fire and ice to pound the entire field.
3 circles of magic, even quadra casting.
Truly a genius of the House of Morgue, it was a talent worthy of hearing the sound of the next head of household at the age of 15.
“I’ll avenge my brother!”
Kamyu raised all the mana in his body and poured it out towards the savages.
but.
The battlefield is a place where even the owner of genius talent cannot be vigilant.
…suck!
Camus frowned at the tingling sensation that hit the nape of her neck.
‘arrow?’
But if it was an arrow, he would have died without even having time to think about it.
Camus reached out and grabbed the stuff stuck in the back of his neck and pulled it out.
It was so small and thin that it squeezed in between the shields floating in the air.
It was a cactus needle.
Ping-
Camu felt his head spinning.
It seems that the thorns were covered with paralysis poison.
“נתפס! היא אשתי עכשיו!”
A barbarian can be seen pointing at Camus and jumping up and down with a happy countenance.
Looking at it, he seemed to be the culprit who shot the anesthetic needle.
yet.
Whiriririk –
The barbarian warrior threw the noose he was holding towards Kamyu.
It seemed that he intended to capture Camus alive.
but.
The chin-
noose was intercepted in the middle.
Bikir reached out and grabbed the noose in the middle.
Kuguk……
The barbarian warrior and Vikir’s power struggle has begun.
The other party pulled the noose with all his strength, but there was no way that Bikir, who had already reached the ranks of superhumans, could not be pushed back.
Knock!
As Bikir exerted his strength, the barbarian warrior fell off the wolf’s back and rolled.
‘That’s at least half an asshole.’
Seeing Balak’s warrior rolling on his back, Bikir shook his head.
Bikir looked back at Camus and said.
“I think we’d better retreat here.”
“What? But the fields and prisoners?”
“It is better to refrain from engaging in battle until you join the main force of the Baskervilles.”
Then Camus seemed to be conflicted.
From a rational point of view, it is better to step back in moderation here.
but.
Having lost her second cousin, whom she cherished not too long ago, she was biased towards her emotions and delayed her judgment.
The child who would have been taken alive by the savage tribe. Until the moment of his death, he struggled with terrible pain and fear.
When the image of his younger brother comes to mind, Kamyu’s fists tighten up.
Right then.
Ping:
A sharp piercing sound came from somewhere.
Vikir instinctively tilted her head back.
An arrow grazed the nape of the neck and pierced the castle wall.
Kwak!
It was such a strong blow that the arrow pierced a corner of the castle wall.
“……!”
Bikir turned his head back as it was.
There, a single female warrior mounted on the back of a large wolf was looking this way.
Black hair with silver hair interspersed here and there, and a black face with ash applied to the tips of pointed ears.
She threw the noose right in this direction, as if Vikir knew how to avoid it.
The noose that flew like a snake was aiming at Bikir’s neck from a rather exquisite angle.
“…”
Bikir calmly responded by extending his sword without any reaction.
The dark red aura that symbolizes the Baskervilles drew four teeth in the air.
The noose was cut to pieces in the air.
Right then.
“Dangerous!”
There was a hand pushing Bikir’s back.
Turning his head, he sees Kamu pushing Bikir’s back with his stiff body moving.
And behind him, he could see the savage man who had fallen from the wolf’s back pulling the noose with his teeth clenched.
I thought it would be a half-byeongsin, but it seems to be stronger than I thought.
The noose was tightly wrapped around Kamyu’s waist, and the savage man snatched the paralyzed Kamyu and started running.
‘……As expected, it’s like this.’
Bikir sighed lightly.
The cost of erroneous judgment is high.
The next patriarch of the Morgue family must have realized this painfully.
‘Even in the original history, she was kidnapped once by barbarian tribes.’
It was like that even before returning.
Camu, who has a broad-minded personality, was taken as a prisoner of war when he was a teenager and became the subject of hostage negotiations.
Of course, it’s not long before Camus annihilates the savage tribes and returns.
It was around this time that she came to be called the Red and Black Queen.
‘But I still have to do my job.’
Although it is not a matter of the Baskervilles, it is a strategic alliance with Morgue.
Bikir quickly emitted an aura.
C-Ah!
Before I knew it, I was blocked by the weapon of a silver-haired female warrior who blocked Bikir’s way.
‘……bow?’
Vikir narrowed her eyes as she confirmed the identity of what was blocking her sword.
Balak’s female warrior in front of me swung her entire bow to block Bikir’s sword.
at that time.
Vikir met her gaze with the female warrior in front of her.
A strange sense of incongruity overwhelms Bikir.
‘It looks familiar.’
The moment Bikir is about to retrieve his memory.
The female warrior’s mouth opened.
“……Didn’t I say we would see each other again?”
It was a poor imperial language.
