Chapter 100 – Dragon Creek (5)
The Dragon Mountains looked like dragons. A gigantic dragon that erects huge scales to scare off those who dare to climb. Northern people believed in the existence of dragons more than the Archangelism. They hated the scaly demi-humans, but feared and revered the dragon.
People living in the north thought that the caves in the Dragon Mountains were the dragon’s eyes. It was because a huge, pitch-black hole looked over the northern land like snow. Just looking at the mountains from the northern lands, dozens of eyes were watching the northern lands. When I look at the caves staring at us through the sharp crevices of the cliff, I feel solemn and bow my head without knowing it.
The hero is probably in one of those caves. It was because there was no better space for a base in the mountains than the caves. I was fed up with the black caves I saw from the time I entered the northern part. The fact that I had to search through each of those caves was bringing me a cosmic horror. I clicked my tongue and moved my gaze to the northern towns.
In the game, the northern region was a place with a Swiss-like atmosphere. However, half of the territory ruled by the Grand Duke of the North was being attacked by subhumans, and refugees flocked to the other half, and it was in a situation where it was being chewed sequentially. When I saw it from a distance, the smoke that I thought was a warm scene equivalent to the smoke of cooking rice was a scene of a village being harpooned by bandits in real time.
It seemed that there was no talented person in the north after the Northern Grand Duke was gone. I couldn’t help but be surprised that the northern part, which I had heard was acceptable, hit the bottom this far. The thieves proudly rob the village in broad daylight. I didn’t know if it was the subhumans or the northern people’s problem.
Some of these people also came around my wagon and secretly looked for an opening. He was talking very ‘politely’ to the coachman, saying he wanted to ‘talk’ with me. The coachman asked in a voice full of fear.
“Sir. Uh, what should I do? That… Stop me for a moment…”
“Who are you?”
“Sir. You look like you have a lot of money. Don’t you have any intention of making enemies with us?”
The thief, whose face was mottled with grime, asked me with a smirk. He grinned, showing teeth that had caused sporadic calamities in the yellow and black holes. The wagon, which had been well-maintained and tidy in its own way, became dirty with black grime as soon as the thief raised his hand. I instinctively felt my face harden. But I said with a smile.
“Ah, of course I have to give it to you… Where… Is your wallet…”
While saying that, I gripped the mace on my waist. Did he really think I was taking out my wallet? The man was touching the window frame of my carriage with a smirk. No matter how unwashed her hands were her, each time her man touched her hand on the brown carriage, it turned a pitch black color.
“Oh, take it out slowly…”
“The wallet… Is… Here!”
Kang!
The bone pain shattered with a cheerful sound. Punch a hole on both sides of the canned food and press it with a press, and the contents are stamped into the hole! It goes out with a sound. The thief fell to the floor, pouring the contents out of his ear his like a can of tuna that had been punctured by my mace. The thieves who were watching the situation from behind the man drew their weapons and went mad.
“That guy killed Carol!”
Carol, it’s a name I’ve heard a lot. The next batsman ran into my wagon with a scythe. Without hesitation, I kicked open the carriage door. The bandit’s jaw swung back after being hit by the door, and the man collapsed on his knees like a deflated balloon. I came out and lightly swung my mace.
Puck!
The fallen man rolled aside like a plastic bag. The figure of the thief lying face down as if he were doing yoga did not seem to come into the eyes of the other gang members.
“This, profit…! All, all attack! All at once!”
One of the bandits shouted and drew a weapon. Dozens of bandits rushed at me all at once. I grabbed the first bandit by the collar and beat him to the floor. The bandits stopped in place when one of the people was buried in the dirt and turned into a human sapling.
The upside down bandit was trembling like a lightning rod. Time was not enough to make these guys one by one like this. I’m busy looking for warriors in the northern mountains. I couldn’t afford to pay attention to the situation in the northern part of the country. In times like this, it’s best to scare them away. I grabbed the thief by both legs and said.
“Look closely, you bastards.”
I grabbed the bandit’s legs on one side and pulled them with all my might. A desperate scream was heard from the soil, and I pulled out the bandit’s leg.
“Aaaaagh!”
“A monster, a monster!”
The bandits got fed up and fled. But even after I put on such an asshole show of strength, there were still some of them. They seemed to think that if about 10 people rushed at once, they would be able to win. I asked as I wiped the blood off my clothes.
“Aren’t you going?”
The bandits were trembling with faces as if they were private soldiers who were caught by their superiors while fooling around in the dormitory. But they seemed to have some sort of belief in robbery. Grinding my teeth and pointing my weapon at me, I slowly turned to the side and grabbed the coachman who was still sitting in the coachman’s seat.
“Go, give me everything you have or I’ll kill this coachman!”
Fuck. Killing the coachman became annoying. But why didn’t that bastard stay away?
“Why didn’t you run away?”
“Ah, that… I thought you would solve everything…”
“There are dozens of fucking thieves, and you thought I would kill them all without missing a single one?”
“Ah, that… I’m sorry.”
“You made a mistake, right?”
“Yes, yes! It is.”
“Then a natural death.”
“Yes?”
I broke the head of the nearest thief. Surprised, the thief raised his sword even more at the coachman and shouted.
“Killing! I said killing! You crazy bastard!”
Kang!
“Ughhhhh!!”
As I broke the head of another thief, the hostage taker panicked. Ten people rushed at it, but they couldn’t even hit an effective hit, and two more people had their heads broken. As I robbed the mace, I saw the other thieves who opened their distance. At the forefront was the hostage taker. I spoke very politely to the hostage taker.
“If you go now, they won’t chase you, so go quickly.”
“Ah, ah…Ugh…”
The bandits were creeping back. If you had run away when you cut people in half, you wouldn’t have to die anymore, so why didn’t you give up? The bandits finally abandoned the coachman and fled. The coachman sat down with a depressed face and looked at me with a slightly resentful face.
“What.”
“Oh, no.”
Of course, when I raised my mace and politely asked if he was okay, he immediately let go of his face. Seeing my mace, he became generous.
Do you know the story of George Washington? Washington cut down his father’s prized tree while working with an ax. Washington proudly said in front of his father, ‘I cut that tree down.’ And that his father his was moved by Washington’s honesty and forgave him.
The lesson to be learned from this story is that holding an ax can make your opponent lenient. This was a lesson that also applied to the bloody mace. When I raised my mace and spoke frankly, the coachman understood and forgave me.
Honestly, if you said something to me there, I would have died naturally.
The journey to the lord’s castle was difficult. Obviously, the ‘monster’ residing in the north must be Ain, but the security of the territory is so messed up that every time I visit a village, bandits come with a package. Thieves ranging from dozens to as few as 5 or 6 bandits periodically came to visit me like the Jurchen tribe and tried to disturb my peace.
“Fuck.”
“Gwa, are you okay?”
I have already encountered bandits for the fifth time. I wanted to do a pentakill to commemorate meeting the 5th thief in the 5th village, but these senseless thieves only had 4 heads. Why is there no name for the two-headed thief? I lined the thieves on the floor like gulbi, but my satisfaction was not satisfied. As I brushed my mace on the floor, lost in thought for a moment, I glanced at the coachman.
“Why, why?”
“No. No.”
Still, this is not it. Right. What crazy idea did I come up with? I was distracted by the desire for pentakill for a moment, but I quickly regained my sanity. I said, sitting on the footrest of the carriage.
“Let’s take a day off in this town.”
As a result of covering five villages in one day, fatigue was piled up. Since he saved the village from bandits, he was thinking of renting a house and staying overnight. The coachman agreed, saying it was a good idea.
The village chief seemed to have no energy even though I saved them. When I said I would rent a house, he readily agreed, but he seemed to want to talk to me more. He said with a deep sigh that he was so glad that someone to lament his troubles his had come.
“These days, bandits are polar.”
“I see. It’s a pity.”
I said that with a sad expression on my face. Of course, if the village chief told them to subdue the bandits, they planned to boldly cut their losses. I had no time for that, and no responsibility on my part.
Even thinking about the conflict between the Grand Duke of the North and me, it was my fault that the young son hit the ground first. It wasn’t my fault at the point when I didn’t think of the risk when I was losing ground and started a fight with me. So, should I have gone after it and Eve should have been fried fish? I sneakily asked the village chief about the children’s situation these days.
“I heard that the demi-humans continue to rampage in the North.”
“Since the death of the Grand Duke, the momentum has been getting more and more ferocious day by day. It is a situation that is desperately preventing people from coming down from the mountain range to the village. My son also volunteered to become a soldier to protect the north. He said he was shooting a bow.”
It seemed like the carriage was coming down like crazy as the subs scoured the northern duke. Having been tormented by the Grand Duke, it seemed that he was trying to repay the grudge. The village chief seemed to want me to add strength to this case or subdue the thieves at least, but I pretended not to know. I was thinking of getting a cup of tea, going to the cabin and taking a breather, and then going straight to the castle.
“Chief!”
Someone opened the door of the village chief’s house and said so. Was a young man The village chief asked in amazement.
“What’s going on?”
“The adjutant has come from the castle.”
“A lieutenant?”
The village chief shivered and put on his coat. I got up too. There was only one thing the lord’s adjutant would come to. It’s because of me.
Came out of the building A man in armor was staring at me with wide eyes. The knights under his command were also very skinny. It was to the extent that I thought that the Undead Knights had come to greet me. The man in the lead opened his mouth.
“Nice to meet you. I’m the Grand Duke’s agent in the Northern Territory, and the former Grand Duke’s lieutenant. I’m Noivan.”
