Chapter 543 – 543. Warrior’s Soul (2)
The Margrave of Mograf was now experiencing a miracle.
“Is it a dream…”
Looking at the battle situation from the top of the castle wall, he blamed himself.
However, the situation unfolding before our eyes is an unmistakable reality.
“Aww!”
An inexperienced young soldier swung his sword at the undead with a resounding spirit in the vast forest.
Fuck!
To put it bluntly, the slash that failed to slash the target and made the sound of the blow was nothing more than a crude and inadequate swordsmanship.
Of course.
You can’t expect much from a young soldier who has only recently picked up a weapon as a new recruit.
However, the spirit of a young soldier desperately wielding a weapon to protect the people behind him and his family had unmistakable qualities of a warrior.
It’s not just that soldier.
Although he was clumsy, his commander, Count Mo Graf, thought as he moved his body to wield a weapon and saw his soldiers fighting against the undead.
Was it possible for him to create a situation like this for himself?
Impossible.
The worst future that Count Mo Graf was thinking was that his own people and soldiers would be brutally killed by the undead, and their corpses would become undead again and the border defenses would be breached.
After the Great Water Flood, he restored the condition of his territory with the help of many people, but he lamented his powerlessness that he could not solve the disaster that struck again.
But what about the current situation?
“Amazing.”
The scene of the new soldiers who did not have the ability to fight like this and overwhelm them and deal with the undead was quite shocking to Count Mograf, who had requested help from the royal family because he could not properly deal with the undead.
The sacred magic of Archbishop Agnes, who is said to be the highest priest of the Temple of Vesta, is close to a miracle.
It was not himself, the soldiers, or the local people who created this situation, nor the priests and paladins of the Temple of Vesta, nor even the Knights of Artia.
The situation created by two women who do not belong anywhere can only be described as bizarre and terribly unreasonable.
It was impossible for Count Mograf to get rid of the fear and fear that filled people’s hearts and to instill confidence and fighting spirit that they could stand up to the undead.
In the process, the young female adventurer, who was much younger than herself, looked very amazing because she did not know the details of how Erinn’s emotional distortion had touched the soldiers’ emotions.
“To me… Will I be given another chance?”
Although he borrowed the help of others, he still had the chance to protect his territory and continue the family’s role of defending the border.
Count Mograf did not miss this opportunity.
-Your territory and your family will be protected with your own hands. Got it?
“Okay. That’s right.”
Even if they receive help, it is the soldiers of the Mograf Territory who are responsible for protecting this territory, and that role should not be handed over to other affiliates.
Defending the border is the role and responsibility assigned to the territory of Mograf.
It’s because if it is taken away by the other side, they will lose the face to see their ancestors in the long-held responsibility and history.
Earl Mo Graf took command of his battlefield with a fresh grip on his mind.
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Squeak
Erin slashed another zombie and threw herself at the forefront with her stern expression, clearing out her undead.
She was blessed with an improvement in her overall physical abilities within the barrier of Agnes, and even without transforming into a nine-tailed fox, she was able to sweep through the zombies.
On the other hand, the corpses of the undead exposed to the divine barrier were remarkably weakened, making them capable enough to deal with untrained soldiers.
It wasn’t a big threat to those who had accumulated a lot of combat experience, like Erin and the knights of Artia.
However, just because there was a physically overwhelming difference in power, it wasn’t without problems.
‘How much is left?’
Erin thought as she cut down the corpses of humans who were exposed to fraud and were moving in miserable ways.
The number of undead he has dealt with alone is already over twenty.
All of them were human beings who lived normal lives before they were born.
The undead were enemies to many, but those who slashed them felt the worst.
Young men and women, old people and even children, who attack with a gruesome appearance with their flesh eaten and torn apart, are also victims who died innocently and ended their lives. Am.
– Dealing with the undead in itself is like hardship as if your heart is being cut.
I belatedly understood the meaning of Eunhyun’s words, which I had once said.
The feeling of the blade digging into rotten bones and flesh was transmitted to his fingers.
[Sloppy.]
“…”
[It’s fast, but the linking of the movements is still clumsy and inaccurate. That’s why the sword can’t contain all the power.]
The mood is also the worst, but a strange ghost that he has never seen or heard of before is evaluating his swordsmanship.
[I can see signs of putting in quite a bit of effort, but a swordsman like you must have been widely available in the world.]
In addition, the evaluation is also very pessimistic, making her feel even more offended as if a dagger flew into Erin’s chest and pierced her.
If it was someone close to him, or Riod, or Eunhyun who taught him, he would accept the harsh criticism by crying and eating mustard, even if it hurt him.
“No. Why do you keep saying I can’t concentrate.”
[I was just evaluating your swordsmanship. All swordsmanship is…]
“Stop. Stop!”
What is swordsmanship
I have already repeated dozens of times Siete’s one-day speech, which continues with that topic.
It was a topic of no interest to Erin, who did not know what great swordsmanship she had done in her lifetime, now her ghost, and what feats she had accomplished.
Moreover, it is very different from Eunhyun’s teaching method, which taught her writing.
‘Well done. Unlike Eunhyeon’s teaching, who says ‘You’re doing well’ and points out all the wrong parts from your posture and corrects them until they are corrected, Siete’s teaching is full of vague and ambiguous expressions as if catching a floating cloud, so you can follow the flow. I can hardly understand
The current Erin could not afford to listen to her words as the current top priority was to eliminate the undead that threatened Mo Graf rather than Siete’s one-day speech about her swordsmanship.
“I’m very busy right now, so don’t tell me!”
[…]
As Erin, who ran quickly to deal with her undead again, disappeared, Siete, who had lost her interlocutor, wriggled her eyebrows and chased after Erin’s back.
[How the hell did you educate him to be so rude…]
She just ignored her own words neatly and said that she was offended at Erin, who had disappeared. Promised to
“Please change your weapon!”
Erin rushed straight to her rear and showed the soldier in charge of her supply her longsword, which she had provisionally issued to her as she had no weapon at present.
Even if it was a cheap long sword as it was a weapon that was supplied to the territory of the frontier, the condition of the sword was serious.
The longsword, stained with the blood from cutting through the rotten bones and flesh of the undead, began to lose teeth and cracks, to the point where one could automatically think that he had managed to fight and survive with something like this.
“Hey, here you go!”
The supply soldier, who had been watching her peers or young female adventurers from a distance, hurriedly calmed down and gave Erinn her new weapon.
“Thank you! Take care!”
This is the third weapon replacement.
The group of undead slowly approaching the border also began to show an end.
“I can win!”
“I can live!”
Little by little, the soldiers fighting in the front felt that the aspect of the battle had begun to lean towards them, and their morale soared to the peak.
“Yet… Not yet.”
Still, Erin was not optimistic about the situation.
“The fight is not over yet! Don’t let go of tension until the end!”
The roaring lion’s roar of the commander and master of this frontier, Count Mograf, made the soldiers who were starting to loosen up a little bit nervous.
Not only Erin, but also the Artia Knights, and Count Mograf knew well that this group of undead was not the end.
Thud! Thud! Thud!
“… This… Case!?”
The sound of a strong vibration echoed from a distance whenever the ground was kicked.
This sensation, in which the intensity of vibration and sound gradually increased as we got closer, was a familiar sensation that I had felt in the forest a few days ago.
With a puzzled expression on his face, he moved his gaze to the depths of the forest in front of him, and everyone turned their heads to stare in the same direction as Erin.
And as she saw the beings that appeared, the tension in her whole body bristled.
“Oh, an ogre!?”
Not just one individual, but several groups of six.
In addition, the hordes of various monsters living in the wild, such as werewolves, kobolds, and goblins that appeared along with ogres, at first glance, outnumber the human forces currently fighting on the frontlines.
Erin instinctively sensed and looked at the size of the monsters that appeared in the forest.
“Ugh…”
The amount of information coming into her head was so great that Erin, feeling a headache as if her head would explode at the moment, accepted the information by biting her teeth.
“Four hundred… No. Six… Eight hundred!?”
Erin was astonished at the scale of the numbers she had estimated and concluded.
The difference in troops almost twice the size of this side is news that can bring the morale of the allies that have soared to the bottom at once.
‘What should I do?’
Erin hesitated.
Now that her own broken rapier couldn’t completely sever her ogre’s throat, her superior defenses could be matched with a crude, almost cheap longsword.
Even now, when he had to deal with not just one individual, but many individuals and hundreds of monsters, the conditions and restrictions were the worst.
[I’ve been curious about that sword before. Aren’t you going to pull it out?]
“Yes?”
Erin gave a puzzled look at Siete’s question as she suddenly pointed to her own sword.
[I asked why he left his sword and used another crude sword.]
There is a saying that a swordsman doesn’t care about weapons, but to use a sword that doesn’t look very good in terms of durability or attack power while ignoring a weapon that looks good is just stupidity.
“This sword… I can’t pick it up yet.”
[What do you mean you can’t pick it up?]
“That is… I’m not qualified yet…”
Siete manipulated her spiritual body to get closer to Erin and carefully observed her rapier strapped to her waist.
[… Whoa.]
I quickly noticed who made the sword, which was locked in a familiar form.
[That stupid guy can now make such a great sword…]
“Yes? Do you know Hyun?”
Erin showed a bewildered expression at Siete’s tone, as if she knew Eunhyeon, who had crafted and gifted her sword to her.
[Pull it out.]
However, Xie Te did not answer her Erin’s question and gave her order to Erin.
[I’ll tell you how to draw.]
