Episode 172 < Battle for Holy Land. (2) >
The Allied positions became noisy.
-End the old war… ?
-Do not destroy the Sanwa tribe.
It wasn’t a very good commotion. The generals of other races who had been quietly listening to the story of the designated tribe’s great warrior began to vent their anger.
-Isn’t this saying that you will ultimately take the side of the slave states?
-Where are you talking?
-Is this the reason why you have hesitated to participate in the war?
-Are you going to wait until both armies exhaust their strength and now take the honey for themselves? Did you receive a request from the Sanwa tribe? Aren’t you embarrassed in front of your ancestors’ spirits?
Criticism poured in like a flood.
The Great Master of the designated tribe did not blink an eye.
-It doesn’t matter what you say. We simply reveal what we think without boldness. The Huaxia Council held 12 small meetings and convened 6 large meetings. [It is our consensus that causing the Sanwa tribe to be destroyed goes beyond the scope of just revenge.]
-Traitors!
-Just put chains on your ankles again!
-Just wait.
Boom.
The bats hanging on the wooden fence flapped their wings. Hundreds of bats gathered in one place, and before we knew it, they took on the shape of a human. A vampire wearing a black cloak. It was an evolved form of a vampire species.
-My name is Karajan Margrave from Pirim. He leads an elite force of 1600 men. My ancestors lived in the ceiling of Slimepolis, and my mother and grandfather fought in the last expedition.
“…You really became a vampire, right?”
The Black Dragon Master was shocked. The evolution of his own species seemed unfamiliar to him. Of course, our words could not be heard by the children living in this world.
-Warriors of the wet land. You were the first to flee Slimepolis during the era of the great escape. They were the first to rise up with stone axes, but when the opportunity to put an end to the Sanwa tribe arrived, they turned their backs.
The nobleman of the vampire race, a vampire, bared his teeth.
-According to legend, the Sanwa tribe’s pursuit force let you go for some reason.
-…….
-I am suspicious. You, who have refused to participate in the war ever since the first expeditionary force, are now showing up and crying for the end of the war. Haven’t you already made a secret pact with the Sanwa tribe a long time ago?
-It was more than half a thousand years ago. It was the achievement of Kekerukker and his faithful disciple Gorke that defeated the pursuing Sanwa army. Apostle Gorke rode on Kekerukker’s back and defeated 13 Sanwa soldiers in a one-on-one duel.
Yah.
‘Has our Gorke been appointed as an apostle?’
For some reason, I felt both happy and sad. She was a little girl who scolded me and said she didn’t want to be beaten by me. She left her name in history.
– The Sanwa tribe chase leader was impressed by this duel and defeated the army himself.
-her. That’s touching.
The vampire sarcastically said.
-The noble prophet’s duel and the enemy commander who was impressed by him. It is truly an epic poem worthy of being sung only in legends. Maybe it’s because I’m a poor and clumsy person, but I’m more interested in things like [Secret Agreement between Two Powers] rather than things like [The Impression of an Enemy General].
The great warrior of the designated clan made a subtle expression.
-… … It was far from an honorable duel. Kekerukker had a mean and cruel side, and forced Gorke, who did not want to fight, to participate in a duel.
huh?
-Apostle Gorke was faithful to his family until the moment of his death. Kekerukker is not a good transcendental person, but is simply a friend who tries to take care of us. He has a foul mouth and a petulant temper, so he is not a friend I would want to have close to me.
Uh oh.
-Yes. To put it bluntly, Kekerukker is our evil friend.
-You are referring to God as an evil man! It is blasphemy!
The pure race commander shouted loudly. However, the great warrior of the designated tribe continued to maintain a sad expression, like a hedgehog suffering from alopecia.
-There is nothing we can do about it because it is a tradition. The names referring to Kekerukker are [a lion with a foul mouth], [a person who loves the taste of beating], and [a believer in violent education].
“…….”
My fellow hunters looked in my direction.
Ugh, uh.
The gaze, the gaze, it was like something. Should I call them eyes that doubt and criticize me? It’s been a long time since I received this kind of attention from my colleagues.
“Death King… .”
The Black Dragon Master opened his mouth.
“you… I didn’t see him as that kind of person. Are you beating up kids where we aren’t looking? It’s a little shocking. To be honest, I am very shocked.”
“… “They say a person’s true self is revealed when they become parents and raise their children.”
The paladin looked at me with ax eyes.
“How badly do goblins have to be treated for a tradition like that to be passed down? Death King. There were so many places to hit on the goblin’s small body. I hope you reflect… .”
“No, no, no. Wait! stop! Wait a minute!”
I waved my hands wildly from side to side.
“It’s unfair! I’m not that violent of a person! “You know!”
“well. Aren’t you a bit reckless? ? Otherwise, why would such a tradition exist?”
“I did get hit, but I got hit! I hit him using the [Dream Possession] item. Why, there is an item. item! In a dream, no matter how many times you get hit, no wounds remain even if you die, so that’s how you train Aurors… … .”
“oh my god. “Are you saying the goblin died in your dream?”
The paladin opened his eyes wide. Other colleagues also whispered.
“Leaving no scars on the body and leaving trauma on the mind are completely different. The scars left on the mind may be even more serious. Even more so, education through beatings and death… .”
“[A lion with a foul mouth]… .”
“[He who loves the taste of beating hands]… .”
“[Believers in violence education]… .”
“No, wait a minute. Really, it sounds really trashy to say that, but no! I can’t tell you exactly what it is and what it isn’t, but it wasn’t that bad! Really! I was just trying to keep Blinians from losing their pretty culture. Please believe me!”
“Typical self-excuse… .”
“It can be found in cases of domestic violence… .”
Ah, ah!
My reputation! My image is tarnished!
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My precious image of being dependable, trustworthy, kind, and even capable anytime, anywhere!
-hey. Who is that… ?
‘I am.’
-Surprisingly crazy bastard… .
While my noble image was completely shattered, the leadership of the multi-ethnic coalition army also looked at the designated tribe Daejeon in bewilderment.
-It is already famous that the descendants of stone salt have a bad taste… .
-Are they sane to treat the god they worship so vulgarly?
-After all, they are incompatible seeds.
what. Designated tribes also have a strange image.
Surely this isn’t all my fault? Probably not. maybe.
– Ugor.
The designated great warrior sighed.
-We conveyed the council’s intention. I will not concern myself with how you will receive us. However, we have come to end this war. Keep in mind that we will never allow complete annihilation, whether it is the Sanwa tribe or any other tribe.
-her! Do you think I’ll just let you guys do as you please!
-We always live as we please.
The great warrior of the designated tribe turned the lion’s head.
-Keep in mind. We are only the vanguard. The chairman of the council is leading the main body. Rain-drinking lions and fire-loving warriors are approaching. You should be afraid.
Daejeonsa spoke to his soldiers.
-All troops, move.
The designated tribe warriors moved as one. The Allies were in trouble. We had to fight to block movement, but there was no gain in fighting against forces that were neither allies nor enemies. The Allied Forces only straightened their bowstrings and stared at the designated tribes without being able to do anything.
-no.
and.
-Those?
Allied soldiers became agitated when they saw the destination of the designated tribe. The leadership was also shocked.
-Um, set up a camp somewhere like that?!
The exact center of the Allied Forces camp and the Sanwa Slimepolis.
The designated tribe had proudly positioned itself in a place where it seemed like a catapult could be fired from any direction.
-Oooh. The viscosity of the soil here is not bad.
-It’s sticky enough to feel good.
-I was tired from marching. Please push my back.
A stream flowed in the plain. Up to 400 members of the Jeongji tribe kneaded the mud from the stream. They pushed each other’s backs and carved patterns on their bodies, and the leisurely and leisurely scenery was reminiscent of a vacation resort. A public bathhouse had appeared in the middle of the battlefield.
If someone who doesn’t know you sees it, they might think it’s just surprising.
“That shamelessness…”
“It feels familiar somehow… .”
“I feel like I’ve seen this before somewhere… ?”
My fellow hunters took turns looking at me and the designated tribe.
no. what. why.
I really only did good things for the kids.
-Move according to the number chosen.
When the bath was over, two designated tribesmen broke away from the group.
One towards the Allied Forces.
The other one is toward the Sanwa tribe.
Only two warriors occupied the passage between the two armies.
– Ugor.
The designated warrior looked at the opposing soldiers while carrying a great sword.
If you’re going to come somewhere, just come.
-Well, I… … !
Recognizing the meaning of those actions and gazes, the Allied leaders were outraged.
-Such rude guys! Are you trying to break through it in a one-on-one duel?
-Designated tribes are always like that! They may say old-fashioned things with their mouths, but their actual actions are nothing short of barbaric!
-We are knights who follow the holy will of our guardian gods. How dare all these blabbering hybrids block our path!
-Send out the fighters! All you have to do is send warriors here too!
Not long after, a fairy warrior rode out on a white horse.
-You moldy bastard! Today I will bury your rotten smell under the ground!
He was a fighter who boasted a rugged appearance that was not typical of an elf.
The designated warrior stared blankly at the fairies charging towards him.
-My name is Murmu. Descendants of Kekerukker and Gorgir, the great warriors of Thunon. He is the 631st ranked warrior of the Huaxia Council. What is your name?
-I have no name to reveal to people like you… !
At that moment, the designated tribe warrior threw his great sword.
The huge sword flew around like a windmill spinning.
-all?!
The fairy tribe was startled and raised their dual swords. Chaaaaang! A huge explosion sounded and the fairies fell from their horses. Although I blocked the blade, I was not able to dissipate all of the momentum, so my body flew away.
-Sigh!?
The fairies, who could not even use the fall technique properly, screamed. Sigh, the fairy took a deep breath and tried to stand up. But the messenger of the designated warriors had already approached. The lion pressed the fairy’s shoulder with its front paw.
-he… .
-If you don’t reveal your name and ancestors, you don’t even know etiquette. Ugor.
puck!
The designated warrior controlled the lion and crushed the elf’s face. It was the moment when the head of an unknown fairy went missing. The lion roared and roared while leisurely pounding his front paws on the ground.
A duel that ended in an instant.
-Hey!
A white horse that lost its owner ran mournfully toward the other side of the plain, crying. Just by looking at it, I didn’t know it would be a good picture,
-Huh?!
Someone from the designated tribe threw a spear and caught the white horse. The plains became quiet. The Jeong-Jin tribe, who had a javelin, rushed forward and dragged the white horse. As the Allied Forces’ blank gaze focused on them, the designated tribe politely bowed their heads, perhaps realizing that they had done something shameful.
-sorry. I’m hungry… .
-…….
-I thought it would be a waste to send it away like that. Meat is precious. Anyway, that’s my opinion. Keep fighting.
And then he leisurely returned to the camp of the designated tribe.
The manner of bowing one’s head was perfectly polite.
-…….
The Allied leadership opened its mouth.
-I… … .
-You pathetic bastard!
-Is there a bastard in the world more ignorant than that!
-Throwing your sword while engaging in an honorable duel! Still a warrior!
-If you feel wronged, throw your knives too. Ugor.
The warrior who had killed the fairy tribe twitched his nose displeasedly.
-And we are inherently ignorant.
-what?
-He told us to learn Auror skills from a young age, and our older brothers encouraged us to do so. We’re an ugly race, so if we can’t use Aurors, we’ll be thrown out. They beat me to the point where I thought it would be better to kill him, but these guys’ beatings were so exquisite that I couldn’t kill him. If you get hit and get hit again and again, at some point you will awaken your Auror.
The only way to be recognized as an adult is to pick one of my fans and beat him up.
The designated warrior looked up at the sunset sky.
The bright eyes contained a sadness that could not be expressed in words.
-Even I, a member of the council, cannot believe that such an ignorant race exists… .
-…….
-But it can’t be helped. This is best. There is no more effective way to teach Aurors than to suffer to the point of death. This is the teaching that Kekerukker personally gave to the noble Apostle Gorke 600 years ago.
The warrior muttered.
-We call this the [f*cking Auror Teaching Method], borrowing from Kekerukker’s habit of speaking. This is truly a mess.
At the back, colleagues from the designated tribe responded in unison.
-Friendship over idols! Trust over faith! f*ck!
-f*ck!
– Punishment!
The warrior nodded his head.
-The resentment of our species is deep and great. There is no god in this world, and all there is is evil. So we must do well. We have no choice but to do well. Those who were bound together in old chains. Stop exterminating the Sanwa tribe.
-…….
-If you don’t, it’s on us.
The plains were silent.
I was silent.
Fellow hunters did not remain silent.
“It’s Death King… .”
“He’s absolutely Death King… .”
“Death King, why are you there?”
“Since when did you grow molars and paint your flesh green, Death King?”
for a moment.
What is my real image like?
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