Chapter 168 – 16. Blue Wolf, White Stag (8)
The settlement under the snow mountain, centered in the fence, the twelve tribes of the great snowfield formed an unprecedented crowd. Five thousand warriors had rallied together for two men who were fighting a duel for their leadership.
Ritual according to the laws of the Far North Limit Line!
These peoples, who are prejudiced as warlike and barbaric, also have values that are highly revered. This is the so-called iron rule of the ancestors. Placenta is a concept that is closer to an oral epic than a national law because it is full of sorcery and mythological stories, but it is.
“Temur, the baron has arrived with nine chieftains.”
“Is he okay?”
“Yes, except that the other chieftains are in a mess…”
Temur opened his hollow eyes wide and looked out of the impromptu arena. Indeed, as one of his subordinates his said, Rom, who was unscathed, was humiliatingly leading the imprisoned chieftains to Sorgal. In that fierce battle, it seemed that he had won a complete victory against the nine chieftains.
“Surprised, is that the strongest knight in Gaul…”
“Perhaps the word ‘world’s strongest sword’ would be appropriate.”
“Yes, our world is wide, but it seems that his black thread is reaching the heavens. As expected, when you first competed with me, you weren’t strong enough.”
In any case, it was a great relief that Camag and Cassar had taken hostages like them. It meant that there was insurance in case I lost this duel. At least I was able to prevent the warriors who followed me from being excluded from future events.
‘Of course, that doesn’t mean I can lose.’
Feeling the heavy responsibility, Temur clenched his fists. Following the etiquette of a duel, he tied a piece of cotton cloth around his hands and undressed himself in half-naked clothes. Similarly, he wrapped his arms around the cloth his lieutenant Ner Gui had given him and faced Ho Elune who stepped forward.
“Listen to everyone in the great snowfield!”
The woman chasing the moon shouted in a solemn voice. The 15,000 warriors who were watching the arena, which was only a few dozen steps away, were clearly brainwashed. That this fight was a mutual agreement, and no matter what the outcome would be, both sides would agree without disagreement.
“I am Hoelun of Mukkali! She is here in this place as a woman dreaming of Katun beyond the chieftain of the 12 tribes!”
Ten tribes of warriors cheered loudly. Hoelun, comparable to the great warriors of the previous era, such as Tamir and Turgenene, was already a legend in this land.
“Descendants of the glorious ancient empire! We were the most free-spirited people on the continent who lived an unyielding life! I have lived as a lofty being who has never bowed my knees to anyone, even though I might freeze to death and starve to death from the cold and poverty of the far north!”
Eventually, some of them roared like beasts. It was to send sympathy to the heroine who said she would recreate the prosperity of the old empire while the excitement of the battle had not gone away.
“But look! The abominable Gaul’s evil deeds have brought us so much pain! That’s why the great warrior Tamir tried to unite the twelve tribes to fight injustice! In the name of our ancestors and spirits, we waged war against the greedy and renewed to realize justice!”
The Chieftain of Mukkali raised his clenched fist high. He commanded the crowd at once with dignity that could never be possessed if he had not honed his innate talent every day.
“Then, how could that man, the heir, join hands with the enemy and destroy us? Unbreakable one of the Great Snowfield, have you forgotten the pain of losing Sansar, the beautiful sea of stars? Do you turn a blind eye to the suffering of your own people who had to let go of your family and lover?”
“Ooh!”
“The reason for the reverse is self-evident! Because the sky we had to follow was a lie! I proudly declare it here! I will win today’s duel, appoint a warchief to lead the 12 tribes, and rebuild the empire!”
“Hoelun! Hoelun! Hoelun! Hoelun!”
Enthusiasm like deterioration followed. Temur, who waited until their chants died down, finally opened his mouth. With a profoundly upbringing and a loud voice, I calmly but powerfully appealed for my own opinion.
“A time of disorder!”
The massive body was armed with muscles all over. His innate musculature his, resembling his father his, has grown several times faster than his peers his since childhood. And some said it was possible because of the protection of the ancestors and spirits.
Maybe.
But even so, the son of a great warrior earned the name of an unbreakable man because he honed himself through painstaking efforts. If it had not been for the eldest son, who had inherited a sense of mission following his father who passed away suddenly, the tribal union would have long since collapsed.
“If you are pessimistic about the world and your situation, you will feel at ease! The cause of the troublesome problem right now can be left to other places and I can say I don’t know! But was it that easy to distinguish between good and evil? Wasn’t it the day when everyone was a victim while being victimized?”
This time, the reaction was quite boring. It wasn’t just because the warriors of Camag and Kasar were few in number compared to the other ten tribes. Unlike Hoelun, who discusses expansionism, the topic Temur brought up was probably because he had a strong sense of unfamiliarity.
“Blind faith is a sin, but trust is a virtue! War is futile, but peace is holy! Who knows, it’s a hard road! Even so, I will carry out my will even thinking of the friendship shown by my close friend here! I will swear that shaking hands rather than thrusting a knife is the true spirit of this era!”
As a warrior, until he shakes his spirit his.
“They are changing, as are we! Some of them were meant to be together but didn’t have the opportunity to do so! He became a friend to the five nobles who kidnapped and sold my people into slavery! Promising that it will never happen again, finding a way to live together, and working hard to recover a compatriot who has been sold everywhere!”
After catching his breath, Temur closed his eyes for a moment. He thought of Romuald Ardennes, vowing that one day he would reach the same realm. He immediately energized his whole body and prepared for the upcoming struggle.
“An opportunity to right a wrong, I will not miss it!”
“If you want to prove your optimism that only ideals are everything!”
He grew as if he would collide with Hoelun, who had also cheered up at any moment, finally.
“Hoelun chasing the moon!”
“He who does not break, Temur!”
“From this moment!”
“We will start a duel according to the rules of our ancestors!”
Clashed
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One-on-one bloody combat, the only weapon allowed was the body he had trained himself. As for clothing, only the hands or feet were tied with cotton cloth, or only a minimum amount of clothing was allowed. Of course, witchcraft or mystery accompanied by magic cannot be used, and only the parties involved can install the battlefield by agreement.
Under the above rules, once a fight begins, there is only one way to stop it. It becomes a state where you have no choice but to admit or admit your defeat.
In short, you must fight until one side succumbs or dies.
So the duel between Temur and Hoelun was fierce like fire. They exchanged fists that were strengthened by concentrating the energy of their whole body into one, competing for a long time. Even though their skin was peeling, the bones of their fists were exposed, and the cloth they had tied was soaked in blood and hardened, they did not stop.
‘… What? Temur’s condition is getting weirder.’
Gender is not that important to the owners of the same weight class and musculature. So, while sitting side by side with Sorgal and watching the competition, Rome felt suspicious at some point. He fell in love with Ho Elune, who was tirelessly attacking him, because Temur’s energy loss had noticeably increased.
‘Muscle strength is equal on both sides. That alone shows how strong a female warrior named Hoelun is. She’s older than Temur, and since she’s trained in all kinds of martial arts, she may be ahead of her in terms of experience.’
In the previous life, the alliance of the Camag tribes was annihilated by the army led by the Iron-Blooded Empress herself. And Rom, who was a Margrave at the time, not only exchanged arms with Temur many times, but also knew some of the outstanding warriors under his command.
For example, Sorgal, who is sitting next to me right now.
However, it was not if I had heard the names of people like Hoelun, the three Keshikten brothers, and Urud. Looking back, the odd thing was that it started there.
‘But…’
Those who cannot be broken in the future will become the strongest on the continent. To Rome, who remembered his skills, the sight of him getting more and more on the defensive was very unfamiliar. No matter how much growth was repeated, there was no way the gap would widen like this.
‘After a few years, Temur’s inaction reaches its peak. Even though you have already reached a certain level, you will reach a higher level. But is it possible for Hoelun to overwhelm such a warrior so much? Then why have I never heard her name her in her past life her?
It was definitely a quick and strong move. However, it was not so if the skills that could be guessed from him were enough to crush Temur. The man who would become the warchief in the future was at such a level that even Rome could not easily guarantee a victory.
‘The iron-blooded empress, none other than the one who inflicted great injury on Constantina Ruth.’
Thanks to that, Rom of the past faced 10,000 troops led by Viktor Chernikov, who was not the master of the empire. In other words, Temur was one of the people who, at least indirectly, contributed to my being here. Even though he had to lose his life in exchange for that brilliant battle.
‘I don’t know if I win by a narrow margin, but I can’t understand the aspect of completely seizing the victory and driving it like now. There must be something wrong with Temur’s rapid decline. Then why not object?’
In a fight like this, there is a perspective that only those who have risen to the ranks of the masters can see. According to Baron Romuald of Ardennes, the two figures in the Great Snowfield were equal. The strength is similar, and Hoelun has the upper hand in terms of experience and technical perfection, but the most important stamina is that the young and energetic Temur raised his hand.
Strangely, however, the showdown that was taking place went the exact opposite of what he expected.
Hoelun’s tireless stamina! On the other hand, senile Temur like a retired warrior!
He was barely holding on with a combination of solid defense and improvisation, but that was all.
‘No matter how excited you were from fighting, there’s no way you, the person involved, would not know about such an incident.’
Rome, questioned, suddenly twitched his eyebrows. Then, with a feeling of hopelessness, I spoke to the guide next to me.
“Hey, Sorgal.”
“What is it?”
“What if I cheat in the ancestral code?”
“It will be treated as his defeat his. The opponent can also cancel the duel itself if they wish. Either way, those who cheat are subject to capital punishment.”
Only then did the baron, who realized everything, touch his forehead his. Unable to bear it, he stood up and tried to directly condemn Hoelun’s infidelity in her. And at almost the same time, Temur, who was engaged in a fierce battle, looked at Rom and shook his head.
In an instant, with determined and heavy eyes.
‘That crazy child… !’
It meant that she was already aware of her foul play her. Hoelun, who accurately aimed at the gap that was revealed at the right time, shouted and slammed his iron fist into the human throat.
“Who do you dare to look away from in front of!”
Puck! Temur, who had been beaten so well that his nose was crushed, fell backwards. As he coughed up blood from the pain that seemed to shake her head, he looked at Rome again. She shook her head.
‘Don’t do it, Romuald…’
I don’t want to risk Hoelun’s precious life with discipline. It was for that reason that he did not publicize the misdeeds of his rival his, even after he knew them.
‘It’s a problem that I can win… !’
Seriously, if there was a man who wouldn’t be broken by any irrationality, it probably would have been like this.
‘Yes, the size of an indescribable vessel…’
From Rom’s point of view, Hoelun was already defeated. She is a woman who is obsessed with the status of a winner, so she falls behind a man who also values the process.
A vessel as a warrior, so to speak.
