Episode 171
“Uh-cha-cha-cha!”
Kwajik!
Aldu wielding a giant hammer.
“Perfect for grilled skewers!”
Fufufufu!
Philo stabbing the stretching spear.
“Assault the shield troops!”
“Ooooooooooooo!”
And even Puppy who fights while leading the shield unit and Serena who shoots arrows.
Even if left alone, the bandits were annihilated on their own.
“Where is the North originally from?”
“It’s kind of like that.”
Unfortunately, the North is originally like this.
In the north it snows all year round.
There are variations, but they’re usually like that.
Because it is always cold and snowy, the territory is large, but there are few corners to use.
For some reason, the forest is prosperous and a good place for witches to live, so the residents’ jobs are biased towards a few things.
Agricultural soldiers, knights, hunters, guides, etc.
Many people dream of becoming soldiers or knights, but not everyone can become one.
They do farming or become hunters.
It’s pretty common.
“Creating jobs is very difficult everywhere.”
It is a reality that has no choice but to be, especially in areas where there is no corner to make money.
“How many bandits survived?”
“About thirty.”
Puppy ran first and got down on one knee to answer.
“It was quite large.”
It’s been a long time since the snow field was stained with blood.
Quite a few people seem to have died, but thirty people survived.
More than you think
It is originally a place where bandits run rampant in the north.
It’s geographically and the land mass is wide, so it’s a perfect place for criminals to hide.
“Something is strange.”
“what? Bandits are everywhere.”
Unlike Junice, who responded as if he was not interested. Ailee shakes her head.
“Your eyes look strange.”
“These are not the eyes of a common bandit.”
A person can change anything.
However, the eyes do not change as well.
Colius had a history of catching some bandits in the past, so he has a good understanding of their habits and eyes.
and these.
“It hasn’t been long since you guys bandit.”
hand holding the weapon.
Body movements and ingrained gestures are unfamiliar.
They were awkward in fighting.
However, compared to that, the location of the calluses on the hand is familiar.
“Did you originally farm?”
“…yes.”
There are no coincidences in the world.
Farmers probably don’t go banditing because they’re bored.
Moreover, at this level, it is difficult to simply say that it is a matter of livelihood.
Could there be some reason?
“I am not very interested.”
I felt like I should listen.
Something ominous overtook him.
“Kill the Lord! It’s dead anyway!”
“…because.”
“Because the North is ruined anyway! Soon the descendants of the old gods will kill us!”
Gosin?
“Are you talking about the ancient gods?”
ancient god. their descendants.
“You’re talking about the descendants of giants.”
These are not words that come out of the mouth of a single bandit.
Especially if it was the mouth of a bandit located in the north.
“Who did you hear that from?”
“To the follower of the old god…”
The bandit, who had shouted at Colius’s bloody gaze, only shrank his tail like a dog and told everything he knew.
‘A descendant of giants…’
What is a descendant of giants?
If there are people in the north who can be called descendants of giants, there is only one.
‘troll.’
The bottom of the sinking forest.
An extinct race that settled in a place like hell.
troll.
Callius is also classified as a monster that he and Lutheon risked their lives to catch.
“The troll came out…”
said the bandit.
Trolls are taking over the forest, raiding villages, and eating humans.
Callius’ eyes widened.
Trolls are not the ones who can get out of the depths unless there is some reason or someone pulls them out.
They’re not that intelligent and don’t have the heart to do that…
‘Someone’s behind them.’
That’s what this bastard said.
They say in fear that the descendants of the deceased will kill them.
follower of the god. who is the guy
To be honest, I didn’t even have to think deeply.
Those who know the existence of trolls.
And the one who can use them to take advantage of the collapse of the North.
If you think about it, there is only one.
“It’s Krasion.”
Krasion.
They are the only group aware of trolls’ existence and capable of exploiting them.
Krasion was originally a group of people who worshiped a forgotten god.
Their ultimate goal is the same, but there are several ways to do it.
It is a group that is divided into three or four factions, each of which acts independently. It is because the gods served are different, so the inclinations are also very different.
It is easy to understand when you see that Cedric and Beatrice, who were originally members of Krasion, did not side with the Empire unlike Ramatu.
‘If there is a faction that has a grudge with the North, it must be the ones with Ramatu.’
He lost quite a bit here, so he deserves an obsession.
Getting the trolls out of the depths couldn’t have been that simple.
Thanks to that, coincidentally, it coincided with the arrival of Colius.
Should I say good luck or bad luck?
Anyway, there’s something I need to do first.
“I have to go to Zeybarsh.”
First of all, it is urgent to go to the castle and quickly find out the overall situation.
‘I never thought they’d try to steal the troll.’
How many things do you have to do with them?
Of course, the blood of trolls is useful, and the swords made from them come out with a high probability of a spiritual sword.
Callius didn’t want to let go of those who had nothing to throw away.
furthermore.
‘If you searched the bottom of the sinking forest, there is a possibility that the sacred site of Fatalite might have been discovered.’
At this point, it seems that the direction of moving the holy place is not bad.
“What will they do?”
Tied up bandits.
The eyes of Colius looking at him were not good. I wanted to kill them all right away.
“…there must be quite a few guys like these guys in the north. Tie him up and take him.”
The more workers there are, the better.
If you can use it, it’s good to use it.
‘The situation doesn’t look very good.’
* * *
Same time.
Inside the Zeybarsh Fort.
The family head of Zervan, who sits alone in his office and swallows his saliva.
Elverton frowned and sighed.
“Trolls… Why did a monster from the past come out now…”
Tsk.
Elverton’s eyes look menacing as he kicks his tongue and opens the envelope.
I read the contents soon.
“under!”
The spectacles do not have such spectacles.
“You’re crazy.”
The sender is a follower of Gosin.
What they wanted was:
‘Callis.’
Storm Sword – Kalis.
And he wants Zervan’s contractor.
“A contractor…”
Elverton’s eyes deepened.
Zervan’s contractor.
There was no way that the head of Zervan didn’t know what those words meant.
smart.
Just in time, a knock sounded in Elverton’s ear.
“Come in.”
Sigh.
A dignified old man walks in through the door.
Zervan’s butler.
It was Nohitel.
“Did you call?”
“Um…”
Elverton looked at Nohitel and fell into deep anguish.
Butler Nohitel.
He has been with Elverton since childhood.
He was very young and devoted his life to Zervan for a long time that he can’t remember.
A person who is so loyal and devoted that there is no one in Zervan’s direct line who did not borrow his hand.
“How many years have you been?”
“What are you talking about?”
“At the end of the years devoted to the family.”
“well. It is so old that it is difficult to count. My whole life is with Zervan. Would that have been a sufficient answer?”
Zervan is everything to me.
Nohitel’s words pierced Elverton’s heart.
“okay. I see…”
“What’s going on…”
“Gosin’s followers suggested surrender. I’m telling you to hand over Carlisle.”
Upon replying, Nohitel laughed in vain.
Zervan’s ancestor.
The sword made by Calis von Zervan under an oath to protect the north by becoming a corpse himself is called Calis.
Storm Sword – Kalis.
How could he pass over the sword that is the same as the root of Zervan and the ancestor itself?
This is no different from saying to hand over Zervan itself.
There was no greater insult than this to the northerners themselves, the Jervan family.
So, Nohitel secretly revealed his anger uncharacteristically.
“These are cheeky bastards.”
When the old butler, who doesn’t show any emotions, answered, Elverton nodded.
“No matter how terrifying the descendants of the Old Gods are, the North will fight and win as always.”
For them, the North is home and everything.
There is no one who can throw away everything about himself.
The struggle is familiar.
Acquisition has always been that way.
“Life is a struggle and a win. This is what the ancestors always said.”
“Is that so…”
“Yes. The ancestors of the ancestors. I also heard what the ancestors of the ancestors said.”
“I see.”
Elverton looked at Nohitel.
The shadows of the ancestors who guarded the north seemed to sway behind him.
“What is Bernard doing?”
“I have already led the knights of Jervan.”
“A nobleman who is not in good health…”
“On the contrary, that is why he wants to go to the battlefield even more.”
“Even though I am that old. Even without an arm, he is a knight.”
The battlefield is where knights should be.
There, the knight speaks his convictions and establishes chivalry.
The beginning of a knight is the battlefield, and the end is also the battlefield.
“Does he want to die as a knight…”
“Because he is a proud knight. And maybe… You should know.”
“What do you mean?”
“God is calling him.”
his lifespan.
It was to say that there was not much left.
Elverton’s eyes changed into a mess.
“Did you say you were looking for a place to die?”
“Perhaps…”
“…because he looks like a stuffy old man.”
However, I couldn’t curse anything else.
Because all of the knights are the same shape.
“My granddaughter must be sad.”
Swallowing the words, “Calius too,” Elverton rose from his seat.
“egg plant.”
whatever the enemy.
any powerful enemy.
the north fights
Zervan fights for his life.
Because that is Zervan of the North.
“The entire army is going to participate.”
* * *
Taang-! Taang-! Taang-!
A vast expanse of forest.
The sound of a hammer striking an iron stake echoes through the forest.
“Phew, is this done now?”
“All right.”
A bald head, who was sweating profusely, and a man wearing a hood were looking at the huge body standing next to him with a stupid expression.
half man half horse.
A descendant of a god, but one who has been corrupted by the devil.
The illegitimate son of the giants.
Troll.
All over the body, thin threads were wrapped around the neck, forearms, and legs, and iron stakes were driven into the shoulders and back.
“By the way, I never dreamed that real trolls existed. How the hell did that old man know that these guys were hiding on the outskirts?”
“I don’t know. It must have been an unsightly defeat and has become obsolete for a while, but it must mean that it is not dead yet.”
Eyes that seem to have lost their sense of direction.
However, the muscles and skin that are about to burst are hard as if they would radiate heat even in the middle of winter.
Besides, the stick in their hand was like holding a giant tree, so it seemed that no one would kneel before the world.
Legion of trolls with thread and stakes.
They are 12th.
Since there are twelve of them, what is the scariest thing in the world? With a number like this, it would not be difficult to destroy even one castle.
A very powerful troll.
I have captured them with threads and strengthened them with stakes, so I have no more fear.
“Even for a small country, these guys can annihilate them? Politan. If this is the case, even the Imperials will not be able to treat us carelessly.”
“The power of the Empire is still needed. for our longing.”
The eyes of the hooded man called Politan turned to the other gathered believers.
Most of them had red or white thread in their hands, or even needles and stakes.
“What about contact?”
“doesn’t exist.”
“What did you expect? There’s no way Zervan will surrender easily.”
He nodded as if he expected.
The bald man asked.
“Then just push it?”
“The North is in debt anyway. Callis, an heirloom of Zervan. And if you can get your hands on a fairy who has been protecting this place for a long time, making a holy object isn’t too difficult.”
A corpse that is nearly a thousand years old.
A fairy who has lived a similar age.
“It’s a holy relic… Then I guess we could really dream of a proper revival of the church. Even without borrowing their power!”
“Krasion is just a group gathered out of necessity. Since each of them has a different god, we cannot even dream of reconciliation. So we have to figure it out on our own.”
So, we have one thing to do.
“Destroy Zervan.”
“Just leave it to me! If this Brans-nim is here, Zervan will eat cold soup!”
A red thread was wrapped around the neck of Branth, who pounded his chest and made a big statement.