Chapter 232

Episode 232

The chief died.

The pride and focal point of the barbarians.

The leader who caused the war and gave them confidence in victory.

The camp caught fire and the chief disappeared, but the barbarians were not too worried.

Their leader wasn’t the kind of guy who would go anywhere and get beaten up, and he would just hit him if he had to, and he wasn’t the kind of person who would never die.

Absolute trust and faith.

The faith of the barbarians, as seen by the chieftain, bordered on fanaticism.

It was not easy for them to imagine that the chief they had seen and knew so much would die.

“Oh no. “This cannot happen.”

Looking at the disembodied head of the chieftain, they were in denial.

There was no way the chief could have died.

They denied it and tried to ignore it.

But no matter how much they try to deny it, reality does not change.

“Surrender! “If you surrender, I will kill you painlessly!”

I didn’t say I would save my life.

Easton had no intention of sparing the barbarians.

Victory or defeat was decided at the point when the chieftain was killed.

Even flying and crawling barbarians cannot have the upper hand against two masters.

Only when the top ten people gather together can they fight on equal footing with one master.

A hundred high-ranking people must gather together to fight one top-ranking enemy.

There is no significant difference between the intermediate and low levels.

In other words, hundreds of advanced players had to gather to fight on equal footing with one master.

Although the barbarians certainly had strong bodies, few of them achieved high status.

Except for the four great warriors, there was no top level, and except for the high-level warrior commanders, they were generally low-level in terms of Auror.

It is said that if you consider their bodies, they should be considered one level higher, but even if you consider them that way, you cannot beat the Master.

In the first place, the reason they had not been able to take over the Red Hawk, which was much smaller than them until recently, was because of the absence of the Master.

“The chief said the chief was dead…?”

“That can’t be possible, but that head is the chief’s head.”

It was normal to give up.

It was normal for morale to sink.

It was normal to hesitate and say you couldn’t win.

At least for ordinary people, that was generally the case.

So it was overlooked.

The barbarians are so far from normal and common.

Rather than being frustrated, they burned up their fighting spirit.

Desire for the strong. I am not afraid of death.

They are a race born to fight.

He wanted to fight more than anyone else and thought it would be an honor to die fighting.

“It’s the Master. The Master is our opponent!”

“I thought I would be taken away by the chief, but my turn has finally come!”

They were happy.

He shouted with joy that he could finally fight properly, that he could fight the Master.

The soldiers, who had been urging them to surrender by throwing the chief’s head at their madness, retreated in disgust.

Their persistence was so fierce that even the masters frowned.

“let’s fight!”

“Feel so good! “A life-and-death struggle against a strong man who even defeated the chieftain!”

They went on a rampage even more fiercely than before they heard that their chieftain was dead.

It comes running. Thousands of barbarians ran towards the soldiers.

“Fuck it!”

“Don’t let them cross the border!”

“If you get pushed out of here, it’s over! Stop it somehow!”

The commanders grit their teeth and shout at the sight.

Hundreds of arrows fly and attack the barbarians.

“Spirit of the wind, blow the wind!”

“Spirit of the Earth, bind the enemy’s feet!”

“Water spirit, suffocate the enemy!”

“Spirit of Fire, burn!”

Elves use spirits.

The spirits of the four elements attack the barbarians.

“It’s time for revenge! Attack!”

“Piece through their heads! “Hold your breath!”

The red hawks flew at a speed so fast that their hands were not visible.

The barbarians running towards me are crushed.

They are replenished in proportion to the number of people who fall and come running.

swarm. They rushed at me like ants running towards sugar.

However, the target they were attacking wasn’t sugar.

It was closer to an ant hell than sugar, and anteaters were waiting.

The knights who were waiting to kill the barbarians move.

The soldiers drew their swords and ran.

Like blood-crazed berserkers, the soldiers rushed forward, risking death.

“Do not spare!”

“I’m giving it my all!”

The magic bomb brought as supplies strikes the back of the barbarians.

Fiery arrows peppered the barbarians.

As if they were not in pain, the barbarians screamed in joy rather than screams.

Madness.

The Allied forces screamed even louder at their madness.

It was intense. Since it was a battlefield where you would die if you didn’t kill them, there was no one who wasn’t crazy.

Originally, it would have been a fight where the Allies were pushed back.

The barbarians had the upper hand both in number and quality.

Nevertheless, the current battlefield situation gave the Allies the upper hand.

Even though they had not separately joined forces with the elves and the red hawks, they moved as if they had discussed it in advance.

Because they believed that this war could be the last, they moved beyond their limits.

“The Sword Master is with us!”

“Bowmaster’s arrows cover us!”

Two masters.

With the presence of those two, the morale of our troops soared to the sky.

Not one, but two masters were present.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

This was something that could not have happened unless it was a war between countries.

No, unless it was a war with an empire that had multiple Masters, it was rare for more than one Master to appear.

Moreover, I couldn’t help but be filled with confidence that I could never lose if those two were my allies.

And that will and fighting spirit played a significant role in pushing back the barbarians.

“Don’t be pushed!”

“Kill it! “Kill!”

Despite the command of the great warriors and the hard work of the warrior commanders, the barbarians were seen being pushed back.

Allied forces have the upper hand. At this rate, we can easily win.

And it was only after an uproar on the barbarian side that a sure victory could be assured.

“What are you talking about?”

“You’re an ally, you’re an ally!”

“Kwaaaaaa!” It’s betrayal! The Daejeonsa betrayed!”

Among them, hundreds of barbarians, led by one Daejeonsa, were attacking the same barbarians.

Black cloth was tied to their arms as they wielded their glaives at their allies’ heads.

Black means Eastern in the South.

That meant they were on the same side as Easton.

They had been waiting for this moment and immediately put on black cloths on their arms and walked among the confused barbarians.

In a situation where they didn’t know what would happen against the Master, combined with the betrayal of their allies, their defeat was only a matter of time.

“Surrender! “Those who surrender will be sent away without pain!”

“Those who want a painless death. “Drop your weapons!”

the knights shout as they ride their horses through the barbarians.

The soldiers shout their spears and urge the barbarians to surrender.

Death without pain.

The eyes of the barbarians who initially ignored those words waver.

Defeat was a given.

And it was obvious what would happen to them if they lost here.

They will be treated like slaves or subjected to all kinds of torture.

“Kill it! “I will fight to the end!”

“There is only death in battle.”

Some of the barbarians chose to fight to the end.

They wanted to die in battle because it was shameful for a warrior to be tortured and enslaved.

“How the hell did this happen?”

“Are you really letting us go pain-free?”

Some accepted the invitation to surrender.

I wanted to die without pain anyway.

It never occurred to them that the Allies would save them.

It is more accurate to say that I couldn’t do it.

This is because they enjoyed torturing prisoners captured after winning battles, or committed cruel acts such as eating them alive.

If we didn’t do that, we wouldn’t know. Everyone knows that, so who would send it to us in a kind way?

Unlike its frantic beginning, the war ended quickly.

The war ended in just over two hours.

From the beginning, it was a war in which victory and defeat were decided, so it was a war that took place due to the arrival of barbarians.

If it weren’t for that, he would have just cut off the heads of the barbarians who surrendered.

Ah, the number of barbarians was reduced through war, so I guess that was it.

”Victory!’

“Wow!”

“We won, we won!”

“The damn war is over!”

Easton’s soldiers, knights, and rangers shout in joy.

A long war that lasted for decades has come to an end.

Their feelings were overwhelming and could not be described in words.

“Whew… thank you for your hard work.”

“Promises must be kept.”

“of course. And it’s not just us who have to keep our promises.”

The Great Warrior approaches and speaks with Bane.

At that sight, another great warrior, the only living warrior with both arms cut off, shouts in anger.

“I will curse you for the rest of your life!”

“Curses can only be done while you are alive. And I’m not afraid of curses.”

Quad deuk.

The great warrior wearing black cloth spoke expressionlessly, popping the head of the screaming great warrior with the force of his hand.

“Then we’ll go back. “Can we take these guys?”

“It’s hard for us to deal with them too… so just leave a few people and take them away.”

“i get it. See you next time then.”

“No, I hope I don’t see it as much as possible.”

The great warrior laughs at Bane’s words.

The great warrior, who was about to turn his back and lead the barbarians back, suddenly turns his head to see if something comes to mind and speaks.

“Say hello to him. “It’s a shame I couldn’t see it in person.”

Bane did not respond but shrugged his shoulders.

The great warrior smiled as if he was okay with it and disappeared from Bane’s sight.

“We are going back soon. “Let’s go back and enjoy the victory in battle.”

“All right!”

“Did you hear? “It is Lord Bane’s command, everyone returns!”

Even after a long battle, they move around with bright smiles, as if they don’t get tired.

With the help of the elves, the bodies were gathered in one place, burned, and weapons such as arrows were recovered.

Perhaps it was because they had taken care of even the things belonging to the barbarians, but even though they had consumed quite a few items, they ended up with twice as much baggage as they had when they arrived.

“Proud warriors! “Into our black barbarian heart…!”

They returned to the castle singing joyfully.

Southern marching song. A song that probably no longer needs to be sung filled the battlefield filled with corpses.

“Thank you all for your hard work!”

The Marquis of Easton greeted the Allied forces in front of the castle with its gates wide open.

His tired face was filled with joy.

Finally, the long-awaited moment that I had been drawing and drawing for so long has finally arrived.

The loser of the South has been decided.

Unless the Great Warrior stabbed them in the back and the Elves changed their minds, there was no longer any force that threatened them.

Everyone in Easton drank freely for the first time, because they could afford to do so.

The Marquis of Easton cheerfully opened his treasury and fed the warriors in battle.

The South after the war was full of laughter.