442

Episode 442 I knew you could do it too. (1)

The barbarian warriors were unable to properly respond to the flanking attacks of Leipold's cavalry.

The enemy in front was not easily pushed back, and the troops attacking from the side were not something to be ignored either. So the ranks quickly became disorganized and wavered.

An army whose concentration was disrupted was bound to have its power dispersed as well.

Kuung!

Leipold's army pressed the barbarians so hard that it seemed a lie that they had been pushed back so far.

Clank! Clank! Clank!

A gap opened in the shield and spear strikes poured out. The barbarian warriors could only helplessly take them.

"Kwaaah!"

"What are you doing! Push it away!"

"Block from the sides!"

The warriors were all in disarray, but there was no one to properly command them, as the command center was already busy trying to stop Giselle.

Although there were great generals, they were not capable of properly commanding such a large army.

Phew! Phew! Phew!

Leipold's army continued to advance, killing the confused savages one by one.

They were like emotionless dolls, with no movement whatsoever. They were a cold-blooded army that was creepy to watch.

thud!

As Leipold's heavy infantry advanced, the ranks of the barbarian warriors became more and more disorganized.

Although their attack power was quite strong, the poorly armed warriors were unable to withstand the sudden cavalry attack.

They tried to turn the tide somehow, but it was too late. The ranks were broken and command was not properly exercised.

No matter how many there are, what can they do? Their fighting style was no different from fighting alone.

In battle, the outcome depends on which side's morale collapses first. That's why the spirit is always emphasized.

The savages who lived only by pillaging had never learned anything.

"Fuck! Run away!"

"Let's get out of here and start over!"

"What are you fixing, you idiot! It's fucking over!"

The warriors at the very back started to run away first. When there was no way to recover, they just threw themselves out.

They were people who loved fighting but had neither honor nor loyalty.

Once the army began to fall apart, it reached a point of no return. When someone ran away, even the warriors who had no intention of running away began to retreat.

The problem was the warriors caught in the middle. They had nowhere to run.

"Just run to the river!"

"Let's cross!"

"Get out of here quickly!"

Eventually, many warriors jumped into the river. They were planning to escape to the other side by swimming.

Amelia, who had been watching the battlefield, extended her hand toward the river.

Squeak… … .

All the archers in the rear of the formation turned their bodies and pulled back their bowstrings.

"Shoot."

Paaaaah!

A rain of arrows poured down on the river.

Countless arrows pierced the bodies of the fleeing barbarian warriors. The defenseless warriors had no choice but to be hit by arrows as soon as they landed.

"Eww!"

Amelia turned her head as she heard the screams of the barbarian warriors.

Kwaaang! Kwaaang!

The wizards who had been waiting were also attacking the barbarians, avoiding their allies.

Raypold's army had completely overwhelmed the barbarians. All they had to do was keep pushing.

The warriors remaining in the rear will be taken care of by Jiselle.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Jiselle was still riding the Black King and running wild.

The barbarian warriors were so distracted by Giselle that they failed to properly respond to Fenris and Ferdium's charge. Their ranks were in shambles, and they were just holding on with numbers alone.

But eventually, as time passes, they will all fall apart.

"What, what is this… … ."

Waroka was confused. He had to do something, but he was attacked from all sides, so he didn't know where to start.

Flash! Kwarrurung!

At some point, lightning and fire began to flash, blowing away the warriors. Even the magicians joined in.

It was a situation that the remaining Salvation Church priests could not stop at all.

"Stop it! Stop it! Don't run away and hold on!"

All he could do was yell at them to hold on. He clearly had the upper hand, but he couldn't figure out why they were being pushed back like this.

Waroka, who had been screaming, turned his head with an eerie feeling and then stopped for a moment.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Jiselle, enveloped in a crimson aura, is rushing here, blowing away the warriors.

Everyone was getting beaten up so quickly that they couldn't surround and stop Giselle.

Monga, the great warrior next to Waroka, jumped out first and swung his axe.

Kaaaaang!

However, the axe shattered into pieces when it collided with Giselle's spear. Monga was immediately beheaded by the spear that swung again.

"Krrrrr… … ."

No one could stop Giselle, who was surrounded by crimson smoke.

As a Jiselle, it was burdensome to use too much force, but it was a price worth paying to raise the morale of the allies and reduce damage.

Boom! Boom!

Every time Jiselle swung her spear, the warriors guarding Waroka died in an instant.

"this guy!"

Waroka swung his giant axe at the rushing Giselle.

Kwaaaaang!

Finally, Giselle's window stopped.

Waroka was also one of the greatest warriors in the North. However, he did not think that he could defeat Jisel.

'Kustu died because he couldn't defeat this guy.'

Kustu, who had fought against Giselle in the past, was a great warrior who had been competing with him for the top spot in the North. Even Kustu, who was weaker than Giselle now, could not handle it.

And then look! The appearance of a demon surrounded by black smoke, with glowing red eyes.

This guy came back as a total monster. There was no way he could win.

Did he read Waroka's thoughts? Jiselle opened her mouth with a smile.

"Don't be so scared. I'm not the one who's going to kill you."

"what?"

Pfft!

Suddenly, someone jumped out from behind Jiselle. Waroka quickly stepped back and raised his axe.

Kaaaaang!

When I opened my eyes wide, I saw a little girl. Woroka asked, unable to hide his bewilderment.

"What are you?"

"Arel."

"What? Who is that?"

"I am the one who will kill you."

Arel was radiating fiery energy.

Jiselle smiled and said to Woroka, who was still dumbfounded.

"My disciple. If you win, I will spare your life. I will open a path for you to escape."

In an instant, Waroka's face turned pale. How dare you say something like that to me!

Although his pride was greatly hurt, Woroka gritted his teeth and did not fight back. Unlike other warriors, he was sinister and thoughtful.

Although Giselle's offer was humiliating, she thought that if she could survive, she would be able to rise again.

In any case, defeat was certain in this situation. The number of soldiers was meaningless. The warriors were all confused and out of control.

"Don't forget that promise."

Woroka, with a ferocious laugh, swung his axe at Arel like lightning. Even if the opponent was Jiselle, there was no way he, the best warrior in the North, would lose to such a brat.

Kwaaaaang!

Waroka's axe and Arel's sword clashed.

Jiselle glanced at the sight and cleared some space by killing the surrounding warriors. She intended to avoid interfering with the confrontation between the two.

Kaaaaah!

'What the heck, you punk!'

Waroka swung his axe several times and ground his teeth. He looked like a young boy, but his skills were extraordinary.

Moreover, I could sense an incredible amount of anger from the other person. It seemed as if he was saying that he would definitely kill me.

Kaaaaang!

The moment their weapons clashed, Waroka asked.

"Do you have a grudge against me?"

"I will avenge the people of our town and my family."

"You crazy kid, who would bother to bother with all that?"

Waroka had a smirk on his face. It was obvious what was going on.

There are countless places he has plundered in his lifetime. He is probably a survivor of one of them.

Arel bit his lip as he watched Woroka's laughter.

'I will kill you.'

To him, the barbarians were the enemies who had constantly harassed the North. And now, Arel's anger was all directed at their leader, Woroka.

He would like to kill all the barbarians by himself, but that is impossible. However, if he wins this war, the barbarians will surely fall.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The two faced off again.

Since Jiselle took him in, Arel has grown greatly. The fact that he is fighting on equal terms against Woroka, one of the best warriors in the North, is proof of this.

"What the heck! How can a kid like this have such skills!"

Waroka simply could not admit it.

I knew there were many strong ones in Fenris besides the Blood Demon, but I never thought that a brat like this would fight on equal footing.

Papapapak!

Arel's sword struck Woroka with a sharp momentum. The movement was exactly like the swordsmanship used by Giselle.

The knights of Fenris also wanted to become stronger, but because of their innate tendencies and the habits they had built up over time, they could not maintain their motivation for long. That was why Giselle made them train semi-forcibly.

But Arel was different.

'I've been waiting for this day!'

He had lost his family, his friends, and his townspeople to the savages. He never wanted to lose anyone again.

Arel burned with a desire for revenge against the barbarians and trained diligently without rest. He pushed himself to his limits without anyone telling him to.

After seeing that, Jisel personally taught Arel more dangerous and powerful mana training methods and his own swordsmanship.

As a result of constantly training himself like that, Arel reached a higher level than the knights of the territory.

Kaang! Kaang! Kaang!

The two men's weapons moved without stopping, sparks flying.

"How dare this guy… … ."

Waroka's eyes twitched, his pride hurt.

When he realized that he could not defeat Arel with technique, he soon changed his tactics.

"Don't mess with me, you little brat!"

Boohoo!

Ignoring defense, he began to push Arel forward with great force.

Pfft!

Wounds began to appear all over Waroka's body.

But he didn't stop his fierce attacks. He tried to win the fight in one go, avoiding only fatal wounds.

Arel was pushed back more and more by the beast-like momentum.

"Kuaaaah!"

Waroka was like a real angry bear. He was thoughtful and cautious, but when it came to fighting, he showed his warrior spirit without hesitation.

Kaang! Kaang! Kaang!

Arel's sword shook every time the axe and sword clashed. Arel, who thought he could no longer back down, planted his feet firmly on the ground.

Waroka, who thought he had the initiative, swung his axe loudly and shouted.

"Die!"

I put all my strength into this one move. I was thinking of splitting Arel's body in half.

Kwaaaaang!

Arel's sword broke, unable to withstand the mighty power of Woroka. The axe that broke the sword struck down like lightning and cut Arel's chest in a long line.

Paaak!

Blood gushed out. Waroka raised his axe again with a cruel smile.

Even if you miss slightly, you can still hit again by keeping this momentum.

Booooooooo!

Bam!

"What? What is it?"

As Arel stretched out his hand, the direction of the axe that was swinging down slightly changed. It was the technique that Jiselle had taught him, which was to emit mana outward.

Although it can't be used as freely as Jiselle, it is a means to avoid a crisis.

Waroka's axe, which had been falling quickly with a lot of force, was greatly deviated from its trajectory even with a little force.

Kwaaaaang!

The axe struck the ground, digging deep.

Arel took advantage of the gap and quickly approached Waroka, swinging his broken sword.

"this guy...."

At that moment, Waroka saw Arel's eyes burning with murderous intent.

At any other time, it would not have been easy for Arel, whose sword was broken, to inflict a fatal wound on the giant Woroka. But now, the axe was stuck in the ground, and Woroka was bending his upper body down.

Thanks to that, Arel's broken sword was able to pierce Woroka's Adam's apple.

Phew!

"Ugh!"

But Waroka did not die. Even then, he picked up his axe again and tried to fight.

Arel gritted his teeth, quickly drew his sword, and stabbed again.

Phew! Phew! Phew! Phew!

He put his emotions into every thrust of his sword.

'I will take revenge!'

It contained my parents who died while fighting against barbarians. It contained the villagers who died while fighting together.

I captured the despair I felt as I watched the burning village. I captured the screams I felt as I watched the corpses of my friends lying everywhere.

He lived with that feeling bottled up inside. All he could do was endure and hold back his sadness.

Those feelings… … finally burst out.

"Eww!"

Phew! Phew! Phew! Phew!

Arel continued to stab Woroka's neck, shedding tears of blood.

The surroundings were not visible at all. All of the resentment and anger was carried by the leader of the barbarians, Waroka.

Phew! Phew! Phew!

"Grrrrr… … ."

Foam flowed from Waroka's mouth. He had already let go of the axe.

It was surprising that Waroka still had the vitality to survive, but it was as good as over.

Phew! Phew! Phew!

chin.

However, Jiselle grabbed Arel's hand, which was stabbing her around the neck without stopping.

"My lord… … ."

Jiselle said as she looked at Arel, who had turned into a demonic face and was shedding tears of blood.

"It's over."

Arel, who had come to his senses, looked at Woroka. He had already lost the light in his eyes and was dead.

As Arel released his other hand, Woroka's body fell to the floor.

Kuung!

Immediately afterwards, cheers erupted from the surroundings.

"Wow! That's amazing!"

"As expected, he is the Lord's disciple!"

"I knew it when I started working hard."

They were the knights and soldiers who had been fighting beside me. Before I knew it, they had completely broken through the ranks of warriors and had arrived here.

The barbarian warriors were already completely pushed back and were dying without even being able to escape.

"Haa, haa… … ."

Arel exhaled heavily and received cheers from the crowd.

I was out of my mind, but I felt like something wasn't wrong. I still couldn't believe that I had caught Waroka, and I was dumbfounded.

Jiselle looked at Arel and smiled.

"How are you? How do you feel?"

"ah...."

Arel took a deep breath, unable to respond properly due to the sudden surge of emotion. A variety of emotions were mixed. It felt like tears were coming.

But the biggest thing is… … .

"It feels like the fire that was burning inside me has gone out."

No matter how much I endured, there was something that was eating away at me every night.

No matter how much I focused on my training or meditated, it didn't go away. It tormented and tormented me endlessly.

However, Arel kept it to himself. He kept it tightly shut inside, not wanting to cause any damage to the territory.

Jiselle knew that. She felt sorry for Arel, who always had a stern expression and devoted herself to training. She also had a similar experience, so she understood his feelings well.

Now Arel can live a little more comfortably.

"Well done."

Arel looked moved at Jiselle's warm words.

"...thank you."

This would not have been possible without Giselle.

Thanks to his teachings, Arel grew to this point and was eventually able to kill the leader of the barbarians, Woroka.

Arel muttered as he looked around the battlefield.

"I… … this is enough."

Arel was quite satisfied. He was finally able to avenge the villagers who had been trampled by the barbarians.

In his place, the northern barbarians were being annihilated. Although he did not lead the war, it was true that he also contributed to this war.

And he killed the leader of the barbarians himself.

Arel shouted loudly, holding up the neck of Waroka, the evidence.

"Chief of the Sunstone Tribe! Woroka is dead!"

It was a cry that instantly relieved all the pain that had built up over time. His cry resonated loudly throughout the battlefield.

The war with the barbarians is over. The North will no longer suffer from barbarian invasions.

That was what Arel wanted more than revenge.