Chapter 220 – A Warrior’s End
The war situation was getting more and more intense.
The shouts of warriors and the trembling of startled horses.
A rain of arrows and falling blood.
In the midst of it, a giant, reminiscent of an ape, launches a frenzied series of blows at Astrid.
A hideously distorted face and upturned eyes.
Behind him, the shape of a huge bear created by dark red magic power emerges.
Whenever he swings his weapon, the bear on his back swings his front paw together, adding weight to his attack.
“Aww!”
—Quaang, Quaang, Quaang!
A roar that could not be believed to be just the sound of blades clashing.
Rather than the sound of a blow, the sound more like an explosion continued without pause.
Despite both fighting spirits, pieces of metal bounce from each other’s weapons.
Unwoldo and ax spear.
It is a long battle between long weapons, but the distance between the two warriors is less than two steps.
Despite the fact that blows that would rip your body apart just by brushing against each other were repeated several times a second, they did not back down even an inch.
Indeed, a fierce battle worthy of a duel between the great warriors.
By the way, was this fight originally this difficult?
No. Obviously that wasn’t it. This is kinda weird
Astrid was taken aback.
“Did you suddenly get stronger…?”
The great warrior of the Fimbulbert tribe, Jarl.
He was a strong and heavy warrior like a bear, but Astrid looked down on him.
I know how to use a little bit of strength, that’s all.
Skill, speed, reflexes, combat sense, improvisation…
Astrid, a born warrior by nature, overwhelmed him in every way.
Even the strength he boasts about is never pushed by Astrid.
In a word, it was an easy opponent.
A guy who will be praised only by his tribe, but will be weeded out in the realm of the real strong.
To be honest, he was a guy who boasted just that level of strength, and to be honest, the title of great warrior was a waste.
Haha! How does it taste, you bitch!
“Did you pick up a strange mushroom somewhere and eat it?”
It certainly is, but what is the identity of this heaviness now?
It’s not just a bit stronger.
—Kagagagak!
He couldn’t react properly to his attacks.
The trajectory of the sword that struck the spear of the ax was slightly misaligned, and sparks flew out.
“You’re caught!”
A blow that pierces without losing sight of the disheveled stance.
—Too bang!
He hurriedly tightened his wrist, though he didn’t miss the weapon.
The ground he was stepping on caved in and he couldn’t help but retreat backwards.
“Kuu?!”
“You’re weak! Are you finally getting your butt off like a girl?”
It feels like the person itself has changed.
Originally, the shape of the bear on its back wasn’t that big and distinct.
A cute baby bear has grown into a terrifying giant brown bear overnight.
The reaction speed and sense were also significantly different from before.
It felt like I was dealing with an undefeated gladiator in a big town idiot that I used to play around with.
Suddenly, a tendon sprouts from the nape of Astrid’s neck.
Where does this bastard dare to go?
— Clap!
The sword that split the match was turned round and round and struck the guy’s chin with the weight at the end of the handle.
At the level of Jarl she knew, it was a blow that should have exploded her head.
He didn’t even stumble, he just grinned.
“It’s a bit tingling! Are you even acting like an antagonist!”
“Fuck you!”
Astrid frowned at him.
It was an unpleasant fight.
It wasn’t just that the weak guy became strong.
As the confrontation took longer than expected, I felt like I knew more clearly now.
It wasn’t just his body that turned red, his fighting spirit was also turning dark red.
Originally, Jarl’s fighting spirit was dark brown. The original warrior’s fighting spirit never changes.
It is because it symbolizes the unique soul of a warrior.
In other words, the change in the color of fighting spirit means that the very root of the warrior named Jarl has been corrupted.
He was weak but had the pride of a warrior, and now he has thrown away even that.
Originally from a tribe that didn’t get along very well, though.
Now, beyond that, I feel human disgust as a warrior.
Astrid muttered as if chewing and spitting out word by word with deep displeasure.
“You idiot! Where did you eat something strange and show off on the subject?”
“But now I’m strong!”
“Shut up your mouth! It’s disgusting and makes your ears rot!”
Astrid was furious.
—Keah!
—Don’t deal with the red-faced bastards, get back!
—This, these children. Originally, I was a sucker for everyone…
— Young bastards, get out of the way! It’s all the dying old folks here!
The screams heard around them were changing to those of the Frosttooth tribe rather than those of the Fimbulbert tribe.
The warriors of the tribe fall one by one, unable to withstand the reddened enemies like Jarl.
No matter how frostbite’s reputation was waning.
I didn’t think Fimbulbert would dare to raise a fight like this without being crazy.
After all, there was a corner to believe in something.
“Granny Inge! Those bastards…!”
But this wasn’t it.
Even though the children of winter would do anything to win.
That was a story only used when dealing with those abominable Empire bastards.
To mobilize such insane numbers and aim swords among fellow countrymen.
It was a long way to cross the line.
—Bugwaaaaagh!
—What the fuck, that bastard couldn’t get red so his head exploded on his own?!
—What the hell did you do!
Even among the reddened Fimbulbert warriors, there were those who couldn’t handle the overflowing power and exploded in the middle of a fight.
‘Totally crazy.’
I can’t treat the tribal warriors like that.
It’s clear that the Fimbulberts have gone mad as a group.
When his anger goes beyond his limits, he calms down.
Astrid stopped sharing the sum and stepped back doing a big backflip.
Jarl throws her ax over her shoulder and laughs offendedly at her.
“What is it? Are you running away?”
“Fuck you running away.”
Sup, Astrid calmly inhaled and crouched down slightly.
—Pabababababat!
Before long, her arms move at an invisible speed.
Six javelins carried on the back are fired into the battlefield at once.
“Wheeiik!”
A shrill whistling sound added immediately.
Taking that as a signal, the javelins clad in grey-white speculation began to freely roam the battlefield.
A strange movement, as if each window were alive and moving.
Swordsmanship (馭劍術). No, spearfishing.
Contrary to the light and flamboyant trajectory, its power is enormous.
— Gebo-ok!
—Degyas!
—Abbat! Ababaaah!
A feast of countless explosions.
The reddened warriors threatening the Frosttooth tribe die with unsightly screams.
Jarl’s eyebrows twitch as Fimbulbert’s warriors burst forth.
Jarl, who could never wait to see the situation, immediately responded.
“Oh shit…!”
The bald giant thumps the ground and chases Astrid.
However, she seemed to have changed her strategy altogether and started running around, keeping her distance.
“Yeah! Are you saying you want to give up the warrior’s one-on-one?”
Provocations filled with anger and irritation ensued, but Astrid didn’t even begin.
“Where do you guys look at? They’re warriors? They’re beasts.”
He only responded with a cold laugh.
However, contrary to her confident attitude, the situation is not so good.
‘It’s fucked up.’
In fact, this technique is an imitation of the imperial general.
It is a skill that I occasionally use when hunting or hunting because I am ashamed of the fact that I have longed for the enemy commander.
Of course, the consumption of speculation is intense to match the splendor.
Originally, it was a skill that had to be concentrated on the spot.
Even though he was running away, he was controlling the javelin forcibly, and a subordinate was already coming to his head.
—Stick!
“Shit.”
Astrid wipes away the dripping nosebleeds with a terrible headache.
It was a reward for forcibly deploying low-skill skills in order to maintain the war situation.
However, the damage to the tribe would be too great if it continued, so there was nothing I could do about it.
Even so, the Frosttooth tribe is reeling from their wounds from the war.
I thought it would be easy to block the weak Fimbulberts.
The damage has already been much, much greater than expected.
What if you didn’t go into the field in the first place and spread the defense line at the iron fence?
If it did, it might have been easier to defend against, but that was already in the past.
Astrid thought. This is a misjudgment stemming from his own arrogance.
And as a warrior, she had to take responsibility for that decision.
Despite being very tired, a roar of clear power echoes across the battlefield.
“Everyone, get back! Get back to the iron fence! I alone am enough for the front!”
While the tribal warriors retreat.
Astrid continued to run away, but she bought time by attracting the attention of her enemies alone.
Finally, she was left alone on the line and stood tall.
The warriors of the tribe had already retreated far enough, and there was no longer enough left to maintain the great general’s skills.
—Tuduk…
Bloodshot eyes. Blood was pouring from her nose and mouth.
The six javelins that flew through the sky also lose their power and fall to the ground.
Sensing her staggering and dizzy, Astrid stumbled for a moment, but she immediately corrected her posture and gripped her scimitar tightly.
She faced the enemy general, who was still alive and well.
“Keuuuuu000e, this bitch to eat.”
Jarl’s angry expression at the end of her pursuit of her running away was like that of a demon.
The reddish-red body and half-turned eyes. Bumpy blood vessels.
The bear shape on the back is also not normal anymore.
It was already more like a monster than a bear, with hideous tentacles sprouting here and there.
He let out a rough breathing sound as if he was losing his temper, and then he uttered it, barely clearing his mind.
“You, how long are you going to relax? Isn’t that your technique!
Spiritual power.
A special power exerted by warriors of Baldheim who have reached the level of great warriors or equivalent.
It is similar to the image that the knights of the empire have, but it is a different kind of ability.
Like the bear shape that Jarl took out, Astrid also had her own spiritual power.
It is difficult in many ways to exert her spiritual power in an unprepared state.
“… Shit, use that on a dickhead like you?”
Although she was provocative, holding her middle finger up to disturb her composure.
Was it rather counterproductive?
Jarl raised his axe and gnashed his teeth as he burned his life.
“Unlucky bitch. I haven’t liked you since before. I’ll rip your head off and put your dick in that hole.”
“Kha! Funny pervert. Try it if you can.”
It was a crisis.
She honestly couldn’t handle the grotesquely strong Jarl as she was now.
Besides, he is getting stronger and stronger even now no matter what he did.
She would have been able to decapitate him without difficulty if she had awakened her spiritual power and bumped into her in a perfect state from the start.
I lost too much power now.
Will he be able to display 30% of his original combat power?
Misjudgment and bad news overlap and overlap, and it is truly the worst situation.
Today was really, especially unlucky.
Could it be that a guy like that will end up leaving only regrets like this?
How did you lose to a weak guy who gained more than enough strength?
Also, that’s kind of annoying.
“Whoaaaaa!”
I faced an ax spear that was mercilessly wielded.
Like a kaleidoscope, the memories of her life flash past.
And, what comes to mind at the last moment.
The face of her rival in her past who had defeated her mercilessly.
Okay. I wouldn’t have felt so bad if he died.
It’s his face that comes to mind in a crisis situation where he might really die.
Thinking that was somehow pointless, Astrid smiled.
—Whoops!
She brandished her sword.
Even if this moment is the last.
Like a warrior to the end.
— Jjaeong!
The blade of Eonwoldo, which received the ax head-on, shattered powerlessly and fragments flew.
Posture is completely broken.
Can’t respond
“Don’t finish it!”
Now facing the ax spear that was swinging at his neck.
Astrid closed her eyes.
It was the first time in her warrior life that she had closed her eyes against her attack on herself.
And it will be the last
But, why?
Even though time has already passed, I can’t feel the cool touch on her neck.
Could it be that I’m already dead and can’t feel it?
Astrid opens her eyes in doubt.
—Kooung!
And in front of her eyes.
Haha…!”
“Hmm.”
For some reason she suddenly found Jarl on her knees crawling on the ground.
“Yes, what are you? Why did a stranger join our fight…!”
“Strictly speaking, I’m not a stranger.”
Standing in front of him stood a stranger who nodded with an arrogant face.
Glancing, the stranger turned his head and looked back at Astrid.
“Somehow it happened.”
