Chapter 165 – 16. Blue Wolf, White Deer (5)
In the pure white snowfield, in the center of that clean world, there was Romuald, Baron of Ardennes.
A man who was able to stain the lofty mountains and the endless wilderness with blood. However, while defeating those who attacked one after another with ferocious hostility, a man who did not recklessly take anyone’s life.
“Are you the source of this commotion?”
Urud of the Besud tribe was a middle-aged man with wild hair and a beard. He was big and wore a wide robe, and for some reason he never fluttered in the strong wind.
“He is the one who defeated Oronar’s cavalry and defeated our shaman, Sechen.”
“If so?”
“May I ask the reason for your actions?”
“I have no obligation to answer. Besides, when the story comes up, I want to ask more questions from this side. What kind of future did Hoelun of Mukali promise you, so he betrayed the man he appointed as warchief?”
Urwood sighed. With that one word, he nodded his head as if he had seen through the whole situation and winked at the warriors accompanying him. From now on, he will apply for a duel according to the laws of the Great Snowfield, so he warned them not to recklessly step out.
“Unfortunately, it seems that our conversation will always be parallel. In order to get the answers you want, you will have to use your own skills.”
“Okay.”
“I am Urud, an ambidextrous leader of the Vesud people. I can say for sure that he is a man who respects the toughest warriors in the land. You who defeated the Shechen and the Oronar cavalry have aroused my sense of war, so if you want an answer, let’s fight.”
Urud, who was riding on a horse, turned into a hippopotamus. While my subordinates were cleaning up the Oronar warriors scattered here and there, I held onto my waist and waited for Rome’s answer.
“A duel request?”
It would be a lie if I said I wasn’t interested. After the Continental Swordsmanship Contest in Lumiere, the capital city, the memory of responding to pure competition was far-fetched. It was a very appealing proposal to Rome, who had the identity of being a knight and a swordsman before being a baron.
“Honestly, the desire to respond is like a chimney.”
“Then tell me your name. I will treat you as an example of a fighter.”
“The problem is that I don’t think you can please me very much.”
As he dropped his armed sword on the ground, he shuddered. Taking it as a provocation prior to a fierce battle, Urwood responded with a calm attitude while wriggling his eyebrows. It was an action that gave a glimpse of the dignity of a chief who leads a tribe.
“If you do, you will have to be flexible.”
Fluttering, pulling back his robes and teasing his arms, Ur Wood quickly threw something like an ambidextrous tinnitus. It was not difficult to guess that he was a person who had reached a level in his field that his speed was so fleeting that it would not be unreasonable to express it.
‘Secret magic?’
Rom swung the scabbard to knock out the freshly flying projectile, then spun around and glanced at the object stuck in the ground. Urwood, perhaps because of his personality that values fairness in a duel, boldly revealed his weapons and tactics and shouted.
“Can you really stop this rain of knives from pouring down?”
Certainly, the skill of scattering so quickly that one could not see one’s hand was amazing. He tried to hit the target regardless of the wind blowing dozens of daggers per second. So that the poor Karama would not be harmed, the extraordinary Rom struck off the sharp blades one by one.
‘Hmm, it’s pretty good.’
Fault! Rom, who landed on her snowy feet her, put the scabbard of the armored sword on her waist her. It is not that he is not without mastery of the dual-wielding sword, but the swordsmanship that raised Lumiere’s reputation as an invincible knight was always based on the medium.
‘The level of the Great Snowfield is quite high. In an exclusive tribal society, even though they are chiefs, they should be called a combative people from the fact that there are so many talented people like this. I think I can understand why the Marquis had a hard time.’
Ur Wood slipped his hand into his chest his. He put the sharp daggers on each of his knuckles again and quickly threw them. The reason why the thin and large robe did not flutter even in the blizzard that had been raging so far was because of the countless daggers, the blades hanging from the lining.
“Is that right, is it normal?”
The two men facing each other started a chase and chase fight. Urwood, who had pressed Rome by throwing hundreds of daggers, tried to maintain a distance of at least a hundred steps. Realizing that he was no ordinary swordsman, I tried to stay as far away as my range allowed.
“Sechen, that old man deserves to be beaten!”
It was a strange chase. Repeating quick swords, Rom hit all the flying rain swords and continued to advance towards Urwood. And whenever that happened, he would step backwards or roll to the side to refrain from close combat, leading the aspect of the fight into a long-term battle.
‘It’s strange, nothing good will happen to him this way.’
That’s the situation that looks like it’s hard to distinguish superiority and inferiority. Considering the status of the name Romuald in Gaul, there is no doubt that it is a huge propaganda. However, unlike Rom, who advanced with an armed sword, Urwood’s dagger was expendable.
Actually, the thing I put on my robe was already halfway done, and it slowly made the hem of it flutter.
‘They say the world is wide, but it’s true.’
‘Look at this guy, the real purpose was somewhere else.’
‘Iza’s sword will never be inferior to the Great Warrior Tamir.’
‘Did you say Urwood? What he looks like is an honest child who unexpectedly has the side of a serpent.’
‘Perhaps this is my grave today. But I will not die alone.’
‘I have a rough idea of what you’re aiming for…’
On the outside, he pretended not to be, but on the inside, he was sweating. Feeling very sorry for him, Rom narrowed his eyes and cut the sky with his sword. He made and drove a blizzard that could not be compared to even the coldest snowstorm with only brute force.
Chae-chaeng, chae-chae-chae!
Dozens of daggers slicing through the air fell in torrents at the sudden air current. Ur-ud opened his eyes wide in disbelief and his body his trembled.
“What? How!”
“It wasn’t a duel, it was just an exchange of time.”
The goal of Vesud Chief Urwood was not to win from the beginning. He did not survive because he was strong, but as if those who survived were called strong, he erased any legitimate duel from his mind the moment he heard the news that Sechen, who was on the same level as me, had been killed.
“Even though it has already been proven that your secret magic doesn’t work on me, I figured it out because you were talking like it was an even fight. There’s no way a guy stupid enough to turn a blind eye to reality can rise to the position of chieftain. Judging by the fact that he quietly moves his battleground by pretending to distance himself, he seems to have called the other chiefs…”
“Yeah, you got it right.”
“You are not ambidextrous, but Urud, a liar. Every time he boasts that he respects the toughest warriors in the land.”
“It is true. But I’m not so foolish as to ruin a line where the whole tribe’s survival is at stake with my personal philanthropy. Because you are a rare strong person in this generation. Even for the day when our alliance of Mukkali tribes will recreate the old glory of that ancient empire, we must reserve even a little more power.”
Rome involuntarily let out a laugh. It was because of Urwood, who said that the existing Great Snowfield Alliance, centered on the Camag tribe, had now been reorganized around Mukhali. Also, in a way, his remarks were also a clue to the leadership of a woman named Hoelun.
“Pray to the ancestors and the spirits you worshiped so much. When it’s all over, if it turns out that you betrayed my friend for the same reason, that’s what it should be.”
“A friend of the unbreakable, I finally know who you are…”
“Otherwise, this sword of Romuald Arden will never be silent.”
Urwood was amazing. He stared blankly at a few riders who were roaming around then, and added, confident of victory.
“Kingdom of Gaul, slayer of Eastern Fontaine! The hero of southwestern Limousin! The invincible knight of Lumiere! The new Baron of the Northern Territory!”
His booming voice was a signal to the newly joined chieftains who the enemy was in front of them. Thanks to this, those who appeared with a confident attitude narrowed their eyebrows or straightened their bodies, and were ready to do their best.
“Romuald Arden, I am Urudro, the ambidextrous leader of Vesud!”
One by one, the chieftains calmly dismounted and introduced themselves in turn. At first, he was a man with a calm and sharp gaze. He was a man with a thick falcon on the back of his hand wearing a blanket.
“Chief Khevthul, greetings from Durben the Hawker.”
Next to him was a young man who had already crossed two poles and was ready to fight. Although he was skinny, he had impressive muscles and started talking after Durben.
“The ridge is called Yeke. He leads the Arlat tribe.”
The older man, taller than Temur and muttering, was the third. A man with a huge club, like a pillar of an old tree, answered.
“I am a lump in the deep valley. I am the most outstanding warrior of the Tarkut tribe.”
What remained were those who had not been able to subdue even the dead warrior Tamir. The three brothers, united under the name of their ancestors, are beasts that even Temur hesitated to touch.
“Cold silence, it’s Kiyat.”
The third kyat of Keshikten, a young man in armor made of cowhide.
“The unbending Barlas.”
Barlas, the second of Keshikten, a eldest man clad in armor made of wolf skin.
“It’s Noyakin of the bloody wind.”
A middle-aged man wearing armor made of tiger skin, including Keshikten’s first Noyakin.
“So, are you all gathered with this?”
The baron, who had a relaxed expression on the faces of the outstanding people, asked back.
“Aren’t there any more people to call?”
It was a great provocation for the chieftains who were proud of being warriors of the Great Snowfield. However, there was no time to take care of their personal feelings toward them, who had already put aside such feelings for a while and chose a pincer attack. So it soon began.
“The mighty of Gaul, I will surely take your head with a struggle with all my soul and death.”
“Ancestors who have departed for the sky! Spirits who take care of the earth!”
The seven chieftains were mobilized, the strongest among the ten fingers in this land.
“… Please, comfort our poor souls.”
A blood clot that staked their fate.
