Chapter 620 – Peoples of Forests, Wildernesses, and Steppes (9)
“The death of hair and hair roots is nothing more than a side effect that can be seen on the outside! All of this is for a cause! Hair is a necessary sacrifice!!”
The bald elf raised blood and snarled.
If I really wanted to argue, I even changed my words so that I could understand them. The pronunciation was awkward, but it was Britannia’s language.
However, the rebuttal was even more pitiful because it was resolute.
“You mean you’re going to live bald for hundreds of years? That is the Ego!”
I cried out, shuddering at the bravado full of madness.
“A guy with a long lifespan chooses to live as a hair loss-person, so you aren’t afraid of the tears you’ll shed at the sight of the bald head, which is more barren than the wilderness of Tatarnia!”
Isn’t that bastard an elf? If he killed me and returned to life as he wished, he would be able to live for at least hundreds of years more.
But already, that guy had no choice but to live his life bald.
A thousand years of living bald.
Can such a victory be considered really won? It might have been a curse instead.
But for what reason did that bastard make such a choice even though he was born with the blood of a long-lived race? If I had any sane mind, I wouldn’t spray pesticide on my hair roots!
Said the bald elf, making her ears red.
“… Even if I had a chance to run away, I would have fought. If my life becomes the rock to set the world right, there is no joy that goes beyond that.”
The moment the bullshit dug into my ears, I understood it with my heart, not words.
This kid was a fanatic. A fanatic of folk medicine who would not give up even if she lost all her hair!
It seems that he would have done so even if he risked his life to testify of his faith, but the realistic penance of accepting a bald life for hundreds of years, on the contrary, made his madness plainly understandable.
A belief that endures living with an elvan head for hundreds of years!
It was something that could be directed to others as much as it was slightly misdirected. Isn’t it hard to see a child who is harsh on himself and is kind to others?
Just as anti-intellectuals who hate drug treatment make their own children die of measles.
And when I understood that far, my mind was filled with miserable sympathy and anger that had no place to go.
I asked the anti-vaccine who lost even his hair after blindly believing in folk remedies.
“… Do you hate the wisdom and civilization accumulated by mankind?”
Enough to insist on a medically unproven treatment, even while her hair is falling out like a pigtail?
As his subdued voice cut through the turmoil of the war, he was visibly taken aback. It was the look of a person who had uncovered a secret that had been hidden for a long time.
I guess so. Among elves, extreme anti-intellectuals who even refuse medicine are rare. In a sense, Anaki’s life would be like the animal kingdom.
That hot bald guy, I think, must have been quite a radical even in Tatarnia.
“Look back at the image of yourself forged by hatred. Do you want to destroy the citadel of intellect built by mankind with blood and tears, until it becomes that ugly?”
I’m a veterinary student, but I do know one thing.
The history of medicine is in fact a history of barbarism.
A record of barbarism in the past when mankind ate poisonous food, cut out the frontal lobe to cure the brain, or used morphine spray to put the child to sleep!
History written using human blood as ink was medicine.
But that bitch was rejecting the medicine.
And that, too, with delusions and beliefs tailored to his taste, ignoring rationality and reason——with stupidity to the point of being guilty of even comparing him to the liberal arts.
“… Heh heh. Blood and tears? Blood and tears?”
Didn’t he lose his foolish faith even at the cost of losing his hair roots? He laughed lightly and drew his sword.
“Yes, enough blood and tears were shed. We were the ones who had to lose even the world tree and wander into the wilderness! If we compromise here, the clan’s blood and tears spilled on a land that is not our hometown will turn into dirty water!”
“That was a thousand years ago. On the day Alfheim covered in fog burned, you wouldn’t have even been a fertilized egg in his mother’s stomach.”
The guy who smoked steam in his head was startled.
“… How do you know about that day? How is a human being whose lifeline has been cut off due to fratricide and betrayal?”
“Even if the records disappear, the past does not disappear.”
“Stop the bullshit! Sophistry! So, are you saying we can forget about the crime of burning the grounds of our ancestors!”
“Isn’t that what I did? Of course, it’s not what my ancestors did.”
Canf Special) Naero Nambul Solidarity Responsibility fucking likes it.
When I said it right, the bastard opened her mouth. Why? Do you pick? But I don’t remember setting fire to your village and eating roasted sweet potatoes?
Thinking that far, I suddenly thought of a king of cannibals.
“… It is natural to yearn for the lost glories of the past.”
Horsha. The cursed King of the descendants of Ulster.
That bastard was also trying to reclaim the land and civilization of his ancestors.
Still, the elves in a pharaoh’s dream were human compared to those chew troll puppies. First of all, I didn’t eat or kill innocent living people.
In other words, the elves of Tatarnia were also victims of losing their hometown through no fault of their own.
‘But now I’m a professor.’
Wrong things deserve to be condemned no matter what excuse.
So my conclusion and anger were the same as the questions and answers we shared then.
“Whether you’re an archist who rejects human civilization or a righteous avenger, you don’t have the right to tamper with the world as your own perverts tell you.”
In fact, there was no need for even a grandiose cause.
What would it be like if I was the old dog-fuck master’s guy?
If it had been me in those days when I had to resent even being ninjaed for my thesis, my wife and I would have lost a hundred more times at the hands of those idiots.
But how dare you shake off the yaburi with a red shorts? See Palum follow me.
“So, I won’t persuade you with words anymore.”
If primitive regression, rejecting medicine in the first place, is your wish, you can live alone in a valley.
Most natural people do just that. But why don’t they do that?
One reason.
“It’s because there are only weird guys who don’t hug.”
—It is scary when an ignorant person has faith.
Of a famous film director.
Their irrational self-righteousness degenerates civilization.
It was like an infected Terran in that it self-destructed as if it would be enough to search for itself, and that it could not die alone, causing others to get caught up in it.
It must have been something like a zombie elf because it was stuck in the brain.
Therefore, I, Kang Buk-ho, who dared to call myself an elite, could not turn a blind eye to that crazy anarchist bastard.
“… It was a pointless conversation after all.”
─It’s hard.
The bald elf opened a twin wick on his pale face like a vampire.
“Nord. You guys are… “
Holding the sword, his body curled up like a snake.
“──It’s a creature that shouldn’t exist.”
─Ugh. The rune-engraved sword of the nomads cried low.
The bald elf, who burned the rest of his hundreds of years of life in an instant, even looked noble at first glance, excluding the evil nature of his essence.
I also caught the top three using the spear’s reach.
“It is a difference of opinion. Professors and mosquitoes are the only creatures under the sky whose very existence is sinful.”
After that conversation, we mixed anger to live.
The view that is trying to narrow with anger is manipulated by putting the reins of reason on it.
It was the same up to that point, but there were also differences.
The difference was that I could use my anger as my strength.
Shuwaaaaa… !!
I realized that the grip strength of the hand holding the spear had increased.
The output of Beast Return succeeded in advancing to a higher stage using my madness as fuel. The growth was even more meaningful because the difference in level between me and that bald head was already clear.
But to a guy who was immortal, that wasn’t a meaningful variable.
─Papat!
Mana gathered in the blade of the bald elf who was advancing.
Is it because it is much faster than an arrow? It looked like the sickle of a god of death reaping life on a horse.
Was that Dokra Extinction, a swordsmanship that was intended to be used in parallel with divination? The mana possessed by the bastard’s sword surpassed the owner’s skills by more than one level.
It’s the same as when I half killed Diavolo.
A blade to kill opponents stronger than you!
The quicksword, which had the power of instant death, had the power to pierce through my defenses and kill me.
『Down in the age of Gulls!!』
The moment the elf shouted, the rune’s debuff that lowered my speed disappeared.
That fleeting change ruined my sense of distance and spacing. As if the vehicle accelerated on its own during racing, it was quite a threatening move to me because it was in a state of speed.
Of course, even in such an urgent situation, I was able to destroy this ignorant suicide special attack in various ways.
It was enough to use [Gerture]’S advanced herbivore, which he had practiced with Valkyrie, to clear it off easily, or to dodge and shoot magic. Just like those guys did.
But the agony that dominates me right now is the Zen dialogue that has been going on ever since I fought against these bastards a little while ago.
What is strength
Until now, I have built strength without dwelling on the method.
I didn’t care if it was magic or martial arts. Inevitably, I grew up in Jung-gu, but the power I gained in that way made my skills grow faster than digging a well.
The strength I pursued was a ‘condition for survival’.
Honestly, if I had been convinced that I would never have to fight for the rest of my life, I don’t think I would have been able to motivate myself and not even reach the gold class. Like modern humans who don’t practice running away from wild animals.
For me, fighting was a kind of means, not the purpose of pursuing superior strength.
So, even if he was hurt, he thought that it would be enough to overcome it to the extent that he would not die.
In the event of a battle, the only goal was to keep the wives from getting hurt.
But my wives were hurt when they saw me like that.
I, no one else, had hurt the women who loved me!
A bitter regret ran through his spine. A bastard with an arm cut off said, ‘You guys are not hurt, are you? I’m glad you laughed. Shit, I’ll put the country in confinement too.
My body is no longer my body. It is the body of the wives.
Even one abrasion on my body counts as my wife’s.
Because that is the fate of a harem, and the duty of a forager.
─Bright!
A ray of realization embroidered my image like a brush dipped in ink.
If the saying that the one who survives is the strong is true, then the really strong one would be the one who survives unscathed, not the one who overcomes while becoming half an idiot.
I deployed an aura circle with maximum output.
The mana of Beast Return and the aura emitted from the whole body increased the volume to nearly four times my usual combat stance. The blade that was aiming at me was stuck in my head.
─Kuquaaaaa!!
And then, my aura exploded like a reactive glove and deflected the attack.
The moment they collided, the aura was emitted in the opposite direction of the attack. The elf’s sword couldn’t cut a single strand of my hair and broke along with the owner’s arm.
The tip of my spear stopped.
Neither the elf nor I had thought about defense, so when the elf’s attack failed, my spear had finished attacking a long time ago.
It was a clash between savagery and savagery, but the martial arts of the hand holding the weapon was different.
Pooh-!!
As the spear unfurled a beam of light, the elf’s waist snapped.
