Chapter 221 – Unmasked
Astrid, who retreated the tribesmen, remains alone and handles the battlefield.
While Wolfgang and the others were observing the scene from a distance.
Chief Bjorn, who gathered his troops near the barbed wire fence, came to Wolfgang at once and bowed his head.
“Please! Help me.”
It is hard to believe that he is the same person as Bjorn that Wolfgang has seen so far.
He was clinging to a single stranger, abandoning all his authority as the chieftain.
If it’s good, it’s quick to judge the situation, but if it’s bad, it’s a servile look.
It would not have been an easy decision for either of them as the leader of the group.
“Does that mean that I, a stranger, should be involved in a battle between tribes?”
“Now I don’t care about those things! Borrowing someone else’s power is the same for them!”
Aside from his calm reply, Wolfgang was also quite perplexed by the current situation.
It was unexpected that the Frosttooth tribe was pushed back so badly.
Where is the Frosttooth tribe?
Wasn’t it a force so powerful that it left a deep impression on him during the war?
Even if a rich man goes bankrupt, three years go by.
Despite their decline, their fangs were still sharp.
Above all, there was Astrid, a talented person who could be called a one-man army just like Wolfgang.
Originally, it was a fight that at least they shouldn’t have been pushed back.
Due to the enemies who became unusually strong with their whole bodies burning red, the war situation gradually began to be pushed back.
In the end, they were driven to such an extreme situation that they had to retreat by relying on Astrid’s bravery.
And, the situation got even worse.
Astrid, who is slowly losing strength, ends up being surrounded by Fimbulbert’s warriors.
-Dump
Despite the fact that there were not only two of them here, the chief did not hesitate to kneel before Wolfgang.
“It’s embarrassing if you do this.”
“I’m not even going to tell you to get rid of my Fimbulberts! Just my daughter, even my daughter…!”
There were no warriors who confidently led their uncomfortable bodies to the battlefield.
The chieftain, who smirkingly tried to seize Wolfgang, saying that it was his son-in-law’s marriage, was also not there.
There was only the figure of a father who was earnestly worried about the safety of her daughter.
“Hey, what are you going to do with this…?”
“What can I do?”
Scarlet whispers and strokes Wolfgang’s side, and Lazarus watches the situation with interest.
In fact, the conclusion was half-determined.
How much debt could he owe the chief if he cooperated in the fight for the fate of the tribe?
Fimbulbert’s side has been the first to strike first, and since they are using dubious power, the political risk of cooperating with the Frosttooth tribe from the standpoint of an outsider is also greatly reduced.
All he had to do was not reveal his true identity.
Of course, I wasn’t too comfortable with him because I benefited from the difficulties of others.
It was obviously in the middle of a mission.
Never being swayed by emotion, Wolfgang, as commander, negotiated with the chief coolly.
“What’s the price?”
“I swear in the name of my chieftain. I will cooperate with you unconditionally from now on.”
“No, let me be more clear. The Frosttooth tribe is unconditionally cooperating with the Empire, not me.”
“…I see. Rather than ruining the tribe.”
Because of the urgent situation, the chief quickly agreed to the negotiations.
With that alone, Wolfgang had practically accomplished more than 90% of the purpose of this mission.
Assuming that this battle is successfully resolved.
Then there is only one thing to do.
Save Astrid.
Wolfgang jumped into the battlefield without hesitation.
* * *
The land, faced with unbearable pressure, began to let out a scream.
— Deed deed… !
Fimbulbert’s warrior knelt on the cold floor.
The sight of a bald giant crawling on the ground like an ant.
“Kuhak…! Uh, how can this…!”
“It’s rare. Did that Astrid struggle against an opponent of this level?”
It even made the viewer feel a kind of absurdity.
Even though he was not particularly outstanding among the great warriors of Jarli.
He is clearly the leader of a tribe of warriors.
A powerful military man who took the lives of numerous imperial troops during the War of Conquest.
It just doesn’t reach the top-notch powerhouses.
He was also a competent person with the confidence to slaughter a fairly modest Imperial Knight Commander in a matter of seconds.
In the Land of Frost, the weak cannot survive.
The fact that he has been playing the role of a great fighter to this day also proves his excellence.
Jarl even obtained stronger power through some means.
As a result, whatever the process.
Didn’t even Astrid, who was an insurmountable wall, succumb at the end of a one-on-one battle between warriors?
Frosttooth, long a thorn in the eye, will now obey Fimbulbert.
All that remains is to raise the name of Jarl, the Great Warrior, in awe of the entire land of Frost.
I would have.
Obviously it should have been.
“Ugh, Kwaaaaagh…!”
“Are you holding on?”
Kneeling in front of a stranger you don’t even know who it is?
Can not believe it. I can not admit it.
The achievement of the grand world is right in front of you.
Jarl gritted his teeth and made a promise.
Will never stop here
“Ancestors, give me strength!”
—Koo-woah!
The dark red speculation that covered his whole body became more intense, and his eyes were bloodshot.
The shape of a bear that originated from the exploding spiritual power roared wildly.
Even an ogre would get up under the immense pressure of being crushed and turning into a handful of blood.
A black aura that was not dark red gushed out like a storm from his entire body.
With a force that seemed to burn all his remaining life force, Jarl shouted.
“I am, I am Fimbulbert’s great warrior. I am Leif’s son, Jarl!”
A spirit so enormous that it would make thousands of armies dwindle just by its presence.
However, Wolfgang did not retreat an inch and faced him with grim eyes.
Then he slowly nodded his head.
“Rafe’s son, Jarl. Get up and attack me.”
Even if he rots, is he still a warrior of the north?
His spirit to leave everything else and never back down is worthy of respect.
“Arrogant bastard! That guy who was trembling behind you was very confident at first. Where…!”
The strong spiritual power of the spirit of wildness finally shakes off the imagery that oppresses Jarl’s body.
Without missing the brief gap in which he regained freedom from intense pressure.
A giant new model leaps from the ground and rushes towards the enemy.
—Whoops!
“Take it!”
Jarl’s ax spear that rushes in by tearing strangers in two.
Against him, Wolfgang’s single sword passes by drawing a concise trajectory.
A confrontation of only pure power vs. Power, excluding complex battles of numbers.
It is a real sword fight that took place because each other believes in their victory and has no doubts.
Winners live and losers die.
Who is the winner by these succinct rules?
Wolfgang muttered briefly.
“Good workmanship, but a little rough.”
“Kuhh…?!”
—Suddenly!
A high-density condensed, pure ink-colored aura cuts through the blazing black and red speculation.
The trajectory like a flash battle does not stop there.
Penetrating the blade of a huge ax spear.
Past the bald giant’s ribcage, collarbone, and thick neck, it stretches toward the cold blue sky.
—Slowly…
Leaving the enemy and stranger in front of her eyes, her gaze slowly sinks in an oblique direction.
Two eyes wide open at a foreign and unfamiliar experience experienced for the first time in life.
That was the end of the Great Warrior Jarl.
At the same time as victory or defeat was decided, only a few seconds of cold silence hung over the battlefield.
It was only belatedly that the blood was scattered in the air.
Along with the dull sound of something falling on the floor, the panicked Fimbulbert warriors’ cries began to be heard.
—Great Master Jarl has been attacked!
—Damn it, leave the Berzerkers alone and quickly retreat!
—Where in the world is such a warrior?
— A stranger! The Frosttooths have teamed up with the Empire!
However, even while the enemies who lost their heads ran away.
“Pour!”
“These guys are…!”
Only the reddened warriors rushed at him still losing their reason.
Wolfgang managed to catch his breath only after he had dealt with them all.
“Whoa.”
Whiik, Wolfgang brushed off the blood on his sword and lost himself in thought.
‘Berserker…’
A strange name I’ve never heard of.
Judging from the cry of a Fimbulbert warrior a while ago, it must have been the word he was referring to.
No matter how long you can’t maintain that state, and it has serious side effects that your body explodes.
The explosive power in a short period of time was astonishing.
This is because a warrior who originally looked like a commander of a december became a centurion commander, and a centurion commander showed an unprecedented increase in combat power enough to surpass the stronghold of a knight commander.
Of course, the great warrior named Jarul was also a formidable opponent.
To the extent that he stood up after shaking off his image of maximizing his power by concentrating his range into one point.
Its strength was truly beyond imagination.
It’s a shame because the enemy couldn’t properly control the sudden power.
Had he been a little more skillful, he probably wouldn’t have won so cleanly.
He probably had to bump into the sum a few times or eventually reveal his true face.
It was not unreasonable that Astrid, exhausted from exhaustion, lost his pulse and was pushed back.
What if the armies of the Empire encountered these opponents in the field without prior knowledge?
Just imagining it is terrifying.
My head was complicated in many ways, but first of all, I had to deal with it.
Wolfgang slowly looked back.
Astrid was watching his back with blank eyes.
He was a little worried too.
How will her self-respecting woman accept the current situation?
To save his life with the help of an opponent who had defeated him twice?
You will surely be very ashamed. Maybe you can’t win the minute, and the road is rampant.
“Are you okay?”
Wolfgang cautiously extended his hand to Astrid.
Her gaze at his fingertips begins to tremble violently in disbelief.
“You… A stranger…”
The moment she muttered something.
A ray of sunlight shone brightly on a cloudless day.
The man’s long shadow completely covers Astrid.
Astrid’s gray eyes were clearly facing a stranger.
Indeed, her gaze was nailed somewhere beyond the shadows.
“No, Wolfgang the Slayer.”
