CHAPTER 141

The Gaidar Cavalry, widely known in the western regions to the extent of being called the outlaws of the wilderness.

Even knights find it difficult to deal with them, as they pressure their opponents with their unique agility. They were skilled individuals who could pressurize their opponents at distances and speeds unreachable to others.

They used such advantages to torment their opponents, but the Gaidar Cavalry, once formidable, was not as formidable as it used to be.

"Scatter! Spread out!" The commander's order brought clear expressions of confusion to the cavalrymen.

They couldn't yet accept the reality of being prey rather than hunters.

Evil begets greater evil.

Behind the outlaws now, a faster, more vicious, and hungry beast than them was smiling viciously.

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Kwaaaah!

A massive roar followed by rushing torrents of red blood.

Behind where the white light had passed, a dense mist of blood had scattered.

'······!'

Cavalry Commander Wagner looked at the soldier who had just been grazed by the light.

Fortunately, he was still galloping, albeit with his head severed.

Beneath the twitching, headless corpse, the Western horse was howling in fear.

'What in the world!'

The scream-like curses of the soldiers, who had finally realized the situation, spread.

But the northern beam of light that had just pierced through the cavalry did not give them time.

"Enemy! Brace for impact again!"

Through retrograde motion, straight through the center.

And this time, charging from behind towards the right.

Seeing Vlad, who was manipulating them like puppets, the Gaidar Cavalry felt fear for the first time in a long while.

"······Knights! Gather!"

Wagner quickly gathered his knights to prepare for the attack.

It was the best and only thing they could do, but the process was far from smooth.

"Stop the approaching ones······!"

Suddenly, a horde of barbarians appeared by their side.

A sinister smile began to emerge over the faces marked with tattoos.

"Aaah!"

"Arrows, arrows are coming!"

Foolhardy individuals confronting the outlaws.

Despite being outnumbered, the warriors of the Budart tribe blocked all directions and refused to yield an inch of ground.

Just like they used to be.

Between carefully spread gaps, arrows flew that one could shoot but couldn't block.

"Damn it all!"

Wagner shook his head vigorously, as if he couldn't believe the reality of the situation.

A hunter being chased by his prey.

The vast wilderness, rather than the narrow mountain path, was a more suitable battlefield for the northern barbarians than for them.

"Block them off quickly!"

But judgment had to be cold, and he was the commander who had to break through this predicament.

Four knights hurriedly moved away from the formation at Wagner's urgent gesture.

They had tried to narrow the distance and dampen the momentum of Vlad, but the black horse of the north was already far beyond the knights' predictions.

"This is insane! Accelerate!"

A cry, whether a report or a scream, rang out.

Wagner quickly turned back at the cry.

The black horse effortlessly evaded the knights' difficult pursuit, simply moving forward.

The same white beam of light began to form on the horse's forehead once again.

"Scatter!"

Wagner couldn't help but shudder as he watched the scene.

Here it comes again.

That lunatic.

A speed that couldn't be stopped.

"Everyone, scatter!"

The son of the grassland ran across the desolate plain, where only the faint traces of the Mother World Tree remained.

Following the gap indicated by Auguste's traces, Vlad wore the Body Strengthening Art that Larmund had given me.

With a rush that no one could stop.

Heeee-haah!

Noir, who shared the world with Vlad, began to howl for a long time as if there was nothing to be afraid of.

With the expanding world, traces of unicorn gradually regained their original form along with the light.

Yes, I followed you for this moment.

"Now!"

With Vlad's shout, a massive arrow began to rain down towards the outlaws.

A speed suppressing speed.

As it passed like a splitting wave, the area above was painted with vivid red hues.

"Haha!"

Breaking through countless astonishments and fears, Vlad finally leaped over the cavalry and onto the wide wilderness.

Now, there was no one ahead.

Only traces of twilight beyond the horizon awaited Vlad.

At this moment, Vlad felt a great sense of liberation knowing that no one was blocking his path.

"Tell Godin and Count Gaidar!"

A knight from the north, clutching something tightly with his blood-soaked hands.

In his hand, a once proud flag now hung limp, powerless.

"Your flag belongs to me!"

The pride of Gaidar. The outlaws of the wilderness.

An eagle, their symbol, had its neck broken and was fluttering helplessly in Vlad's grasp.

"This is my fair price!"

As someone had told him, a knight must take only a fair price.

A piece of honor taken in exchange for their life.

The heavy twilight light dripping from the flag sparkled red along Vlad's shoulders.

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In the dark night, at the harbor of a city filled with illuminated torches, two intact sailing ships awaited departure amidst the charred ships.

These were undoubtedly galleon-class ships, which Bayezid's technology could not yet replicate, making them the most valuable loot this time.

"So, only that one managed to slip away?"

"Yes, Lord Rutger."

However, Rutger's expression remained distorted even in the presence of shiny loot.

Marcus and his group had successfully escaped to the city of Nassau as planned. Marcus's decision to follow the variables rather than creeping towards victory was commendable, but that didn't mean everything went smoothly.

"······It's a pain in the ass. Was there really no other way, Owen?"

"It is Marcus now."

"Why don't you use a single name? It's confusing every time."

A woman, carried on a stretcher, was being transported onto the ship, tears staining her face. A boy with green hair, who followed the woman, stopped abruptly when he saw Rutger.

"That boy is the last Lavnohma."

"Hmm."

Karl glanced at Rutger, who was conversing with Marcus. 

He was the tallest figure among them, with broad shoulders and a gaze that seemed to look into the distance, reminiscent of his father, a proud ruler.

"Are we waiting for Sir Vlad?"

"..."

Beyond Rutger's shoulders, the burning walls of Nassau could be seen in the distance. The Western Alliance forces, sent to rescue the fallen Nassau, were fiercely assaulting the walls.

They had managed to hold on so far, but with Nassau thoroughly engulfed in flames, they wouldn't hold out much longer.

"Are you going to wait? I have to deliver this."

Karl held out a neatly folded black cloak.

Rutger clicked his tongue disapprovingly as he took the cloak from Karl's hand.

It was the cloak given to Vlad by his stepmother, Oksana.

Rutger vividly remembered the young knight who roamed Sturma's mansion wearing that cloak.

"...Prepare the available personnel for boarding. Send them to Shoara first."

"Aren't you going to wait? Won't you wait?"

Rutger, the commander, focused on his mission, disregarding Karl's plea.

At Rutger's cold attitude, Karl glared at him with tears in her eyes.

"Aren't you going to bring him back? You're knights, aren't you?"

For a moment, memories of the Rabnoma knights who had accompanied Karl flashed through his mind, gradually fading away. He remembered their final moments as they sacrificed themselves to save his life, and he didn't want to experience such loss again.

"We have to wait! He will be here soon!"

"Marcus, take him."

Facing another moment of separation, young Rabnoma began to struggle.

Rutger silently handed Vlad's cloak to Karl.

"You should give it to him yourself, Karl Rabnoma."

"..."

Black eyes with unwavering determination. 

Karl reluctantly accepted the cloak and had no choice but to calmly fall into the arms of a member of the undercover group and climb onto the ship.

While Karl remained silent, the knight before him was already clutching his sword.

"What are you going to do?"

"We'll send everyone first and leave only one ship behind to facilitate his escape."

"Will there be captains willing to stay?"

Marcus's question was valid.

Bayezid had no naval forces whatsoever.

The ships brought down now were merely merchant ships sent for landing, so there would be no captain willing to stay in this life-threatening situation.

"Still, wouldn't there be at least one person willing to stay?"

But Rutger just smiled confidently as if he knew something.

Rutger already knew of a captain who would wait for Vlad, even if the reward wasn't substantial.

"That foolish lad is late! Are there any volunteers to wait for him with me?"

His younger brother picked Vlad up, and Bayezid took him in, fed him, clothed him, and washed him.

Though not of his blood, Bayezid had at least provided Vlad with food and shelter. He couldn't easily give up on such a child.

"He's a quick runner!"

"He'll probably come soon!"

Unlike the crumbling walls of Nassau in the distance, someone's hands are coming up from all over.

He was the knight of Bayezid known as the greatest dragon slayer.

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"We are here!"

As fires burned in the distance, Vlad and the Budart tribesmen raced along the coast, following the secret trail Marcus had left behind.

Seeing the distant flames, Vlad gritted his teeth.

'Are we too late?'

They could have killed the entire cavalry, but that's why Vlad only took the flag.

This was because he knew very well that there was no time.

"Have they left already?"

"······I do not know!"

Marcus had instructed them to hurry, considering the worst-case scenario. 

But even though they had done their best, the flames of the Western Alliance were already advancing towards the harbor.

'Maybe we should... retreat now.'

Wouldn't it be better to turn your horse's head and run away rather than enter a city full of enemies?

It would be impossible to fight an army with only about ten people.

'······!'

As Vlad pondered between advancing and retreating, he began to hear faint sounds, thanks to his acute hearing since childhood.

From his keenly pointed ears, Vlad could distinctly hear the clashing of swords.

"There are still people left!"

"Run! Run!"

Vlad and his companions leaped over rocks, heading towards the harbor along the coast.

As they entered the harbor, they were met with a crowd of soldiers and a few men blocking their path.

"You damn brat! Couldn't you come any faster!"

"I knew you were a slippery one!"

Despite their small number, the knights were holding off hundreds of soldiers with shining aura.

Among them, Rutger, covered in blood, was smiling.

"Get on the ship!"

Vlad turned his head towards the direction Rutger's finger pointed.

A small ship with raised sails amidst the burning ships in the harbor.

Even amidst the malicious shouts from afar, someone was vigorously waving their arms on that boat.

"Vlad! Over here!"

A man who is busy waving both arms even though he is standing crooked as if uncomfortable.

Seeing the familiar figure of the man on the boat, Vlad's face lit up with a smile.

The familiar hull of the ship and the man shouting greetings towards him were comforting.

"What are you doing, you fool! Get on board quickly!"

Amidst all the ships leaving to escape the danger, there was one lone ship waiting for Vlad.

The man wearing a stylish captain's hat was clearly holding a cane.

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