The Mad Spearman of the Northern Front - Chapter 120

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The Mad Spearman of the Northern Front (120)

Thud!

With rough running steps, both men’s breathing was gradually becoming heavier.

Though they tried to control their breathing, it slowly became ragged.

Swish.

Arteon turned his head to look at Isaac.

In that fleeting moment, his eyes were stained with regret and remorse.

‘…Did I waste too much time?’

His heart felt heavy, thinking this chase situation had arisen because of him.

But then, Arteon spoke to Isaac.

“Why are you making such a foolish expression?”

“What?”

“Your expression. You’re frozen like someone who’s committed a crime.”

At those words, Isaac blinked silently. Was this bastard learning mind reading or something?

But Arteon continued calmly.

“Don’t do that, it’s not because of you, Captain.”

“…Sorry.”

“I told you it’s not.”

At Isaac’s words, a faint smile appeared on Arteon’s lips.

Even in such a dangerous situation.

‘Now and before… nothing’s different.’

In Arteon’s memories of his past life, Isaac was exactly the same.

He was a superior rarely seen on the brutal battlefields of the Northern Region.

No matter what situation arose, he never shifted responsibility to others, always trying to shoulder it himself.

Even his desperate struggles to save even one more soldier.

The image of him always standing at the front, breaking through paths, came vividly to mind.

‘And…’

Even until the very end when he lost his life.

Arteon said.

“Don’t think about sacrificing yourself this time.”

“What?”

“Don’t think about dying to those bastards.”

“Huh? Me? What nonsense are you talking about?”

Isaac looked at Arteon with a bewildered expression.

But soon he turned back to glare at the pursuing group and muttered.

“I didn’t go through all that hell just to die in a place like this.”

“That’s right.”

Whoosh!

A cold wind blocked their path, but the Kar Tribe Warriors still persistently followed behind them.

And at their center stood Bowkartaon.

He frowned as he watched the two men who seemed within reach yet remained elusive.

‘We definitely took the shortcut to chase them…’

Yet despite that, the final distance between them and those guys wasn’t closing.

They must have run a much greater distance than his own forces.

In terms of stamina, he prided himself and his direct unit’s warriors on being second to none in the Northern Region.

But at this rate, he felt anxious that they might lose those two bastards.

‘That can’t happen.’

He recalled Korzan’s threatening appearance.

If they lost those guys by any chance, the consequences would be unmanageable.

Bowkartaon raised the bow he was gripping.

An arrow drawn from his quiver was swiftly nocked to the string like flowing water.

And then…

Screeeeech!

Due to the momentum from running, his feet slid across the ground, killing his speed.

But even so, his gaze was fixed solely on those guys running ahead.

Creak.

He pulled the bowstring and put force into the arrow he was gripping.

Soon, reddish mana flowing from his body concentrated at the arrowhead’s tip.

And the moment Bowkartaon, who had been sliding across the ground, came to a stop.

Swooooooosh!

The arrow left the string and shot forward like lightning, cutting through the air.

What he aimed for was Isaac’s leg, who was running behind.

The reason he targeted Isaac was simple.

‘Bind the weaker one first.’

The guy following behind seemed slightly weaker than the one running ahead.

If that guy got injured, it would also restrict the one running in front.

But…

“You fucking bastard!”

Isaac cursed as he saw the arrow shooting toward him.

Soon, as his sword flashed.

Bang!

The arrow shattered and shot up into the sky.

Along with it came a tingling sensation.

Isaac’s expression hardened.

The destructive power contained in the arrow was stronger than he had expected.

‘Just one arrow… contained this much power…?’

Only then did a clear sense of unease strike his mind.

The guy who had just shot that arrow.

He realized this wasn’t an ordinary Kar Tribe Warrior.

‘At least my level… no, maybe even higher…?’

Cold sweat trickled down Isaac’s spine.

It seemed like the worst-case scenario might actually happen.

“…Sorry.”

Isaac said.

The situation seemed worse than he had thought, making him feel sorry to Arteon once again.

But Arteon acted as if it was nothing.

“Are you okay?”

“For now.”

“As long as you’re not hurt.”

He spoke in a calm voice.

However, there was no time to catch their breath.

In that brief moment when he had turned to block the arrow, the pursuing Kar Tribe Warriors had swarmed in and surrounded them from all sides.

Their escape route was completely blocked.

Moreover…

‘…These guys.’

Arteon looked at the Kar Tribe Warriors surrounding them.

All of them had two feather tattoos carved on their shoulders.

In previous battles, these would be guys with the skills of special forces or officer-level troops.

‘This isn’t an ordinary unit… I see.’

Well, setting everything else aside, that guy currently aiming his bow.

Though it wasn’t visible as his shoulder was covered by clothing.

‘The one I met in the Northeastern Region… he’s on par with Ulgrak.’

If that bastard wasn’t there, killing the other bastards and escaping wouldn’t be difficult.

But didn’t I just see it?

How fierce that bastard’s arrows are.

If such arrows came flying while fighting the other guys, it would inevitably create quite troublesome situations.

Arteon looked at the Kar Tribe Warriors surrounding him.

But that’s when it happened.

“Damn, what’s so fast?”

“…?”

A voice coming from behind those bastards.

Arteon and Isaac’s gazes turned toward that direction.

A man who appeared next.

That bastard bared his teeth and growled low.

“Almost couldn’t catch them, damn it.”

Another executive of the Kar Tribe who had tracked them along with Bowkartaon, Ulk.

Arteon’s eyes turned coldly sharp at his direct unit that came with that bastard.

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Trudge trudge.

Along with the endless sound of Military Boots stepping on snow, tens of thousands of soldiers were marching, shaking the Northern Region’s earth.

And the valley that loomed before them like a massive darkness.

As Helikel Gorge revealed itself, the soldiers’ steps stopped with someone’s shout.

Snort!

“Whoa whoa.”

A man looked forward from atop his horse that had stopped with a tug of the reins.

“Is that place Helikel Gorge?”

“Yes, that’s correct, Lord Brentar.”

The eyes revealed beneath his pressed-down helmet sank coldly.

Thick fur was draped over his steel-colored Armor, and the Cloak flowing from his shoulders fluttered in the wind.

An extraordinary Aura at first glance.

His senses, honed from long years spent on the Battlefield, were already sending him signals.

“…Helikel Gorge.”

Once they arrived there, the Empire’s new history would begin to be written.

The Northern Region’s land where no one had properly set foot.

Until now, they had been in a position of ‘defending’ against the Kar Tribe’s southward attacks.

‘But now… the situation has changed.’

Now an opportunity had come for them to ‘attack’.

This barren land.

But the Empire would be able to extract infinite resources from this earth that held even greater unlimited possibilities, allowing for further growth.

Brentar’s eyes turned sharply toward the Gorge.

“Then let’s hurry. This is exactly the kind of place where you never know what variables might arise as time passes.”

Though he had no combat experience in the Northern Region, he was someone who had experienced countless battlefields.

At Brentar’s words, the Adjutant beside him bowed his head.

“Understood. All troooops! Move out! We will enter the Base Camp at Helikel Gorge before the day ends!”

“Move out! Move!”

“Move!”

With his command, others shouted loudly and led the soldiers.

The footsteps of the army that began moving started making the Northern Region’s earth rumble.

But among those countless soldiers.

“…”

The eyes of those harboring different intentions glinted sharp as predators.

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Arteon looked at the newly appeared group and furrowed his brow deeply.

The giant bastard standing in front.

Because he felt stronger than expected.

But Bowkartaon’s expression as he looked at Arteon was even more serious.

‘…That bastard.’

It was the intimidating presence he had felt even while fleeing, but facing him head-on, that energy approached much more sharply and dangerously.

‘I thought it would be over if we just surrounded him…’

It’s a presence that strangely sends chills down the spine.

Bowkartaon said.

“Ulk, that bastard is dangerous. Don’t let your guard down.”

“…Who are you giving orders to? Don’t get the wrong idea that you’re above me just because you received one more symbol.”

Ulk bared his teeth and shot back roughly. But as Bowkartaon had said, Arteon’s presence was certainly remarkable.

Ulk immediately drew his Axe and rested it on his shoulder.

“I’ll handle it myself without you telling me such things.”

Bowkartaon nodded.

Then he immediately straightened his body and nocked an Arrow to his bowstring.

“Go in first. I’ll block from behind.”

“Our guys are much better at fighting while grappling with bodies. I’ll hold him down securely, so blast him if the opportunity arises.”

Ulk’s eyes flashed fiercely.

As the two bastards who were Kar Tribe executives unleashed their Aura together, Isaac unconsciously gulped.

The situation was already quite dangerous with just the bastards who had surrounded them earlier, and now a similar number of warriors had appeared.

It was despair itself.

“…Arteon. At least you should run away. I’ll try to open a path somehow.”

If one person made a determined escape, they could get out.

But at Isaac’s low, cracked voice, Arteon shook his head as if scoffing.

“Captain. Have you forgotten what conversation we had just a moment ago?”

“What?”

“I told you not to think about dying here.”

“…”

At Arteon’s sunken eyes, Isaac felt as if his breath would stop for a moment.

Even in this situation, that bastard hadn’t given up on the option of both of them returning alive.

Arteon looked around at other areas while keeping the surrounding Kar Tribe Warriors in check.

The Snowy Plains covered with falling snow.

Rising rocks and the Reed Bed filling the area in front of them.

It was terrain that could be quite an obstacle when the Main Force entered these Plains later.

‘But rather, right now… it might be advantageous for us.’

Arteon said while keeping his gaze fixed on the Kar Tribe executives in front.

“Captain, do you see the largest rock in the Forward Position?”

“The one inside the Reed Bed?”

“Yes, run to that point. Don’t even breathe, just go as fast as possible. I’ll buy time.”

Isaac’s eyes wavered.

“Can you do it?”

“At most it’ll only be a few seconds.”

“…That’s enough.”

Isaac also changed his thinking.

He would kill all the bastards here and return alive.

Finally, Isaac steadied his breathing and concentrated Mana in his legs.

The surrounding Kar Tribe Warriors flinched and looked at them.

This was because the atmosphere had suddenly changed.

“Those bastards…!”

But before they could do anything.

Wooooooong!

Iglis, gripped in Arteon’s hand, vibrated slightly and created an aura of tremendous force.

Seeing this, Ulk shouted urgently.

“At, attack!”

With his cry, Ulk’s direct unit warriors all rushed toward Arteon at once.

But before they could close the distance.

“Hup!”

Kwaaaaaaaang!

When Arteon struck the ground with his spear tip, snow erupted like a storm with a thunderous roar.

The snow scattered into the sky completely blocked their view, and vibrations that shook the earth reached their feet.

At this, Bowkartaon gritted his teeth and released the bowstring he had drawn.

Swiiiiiek!

The arrow shot forth with an air-rending sound, cutting through the snowflakes that obscured their vision.

A large circle formed and their view cleared, but.

‘Where is he…?’

‘Did he already flee toward the reed bed?!’

Bowkartaon and Ulk frowned at Arteon’s invisible form.

Bowkartaon quickly launched his body toward the reed bed.

But at that moment.

“That arrow is quite threatening.”

“…?!”

Bowkartaon’s eyes widened at the voice ringing right beside him.

Bowkartaon reflexively pulled an arrow from his quiver and swung it toward where the sound came from.

But before that arrow could even pierce its target.

Slash!

His forearm was torn and red blood scattered across the snowy plains.

“Gaaah!”

Bowkartaon’s scream burst out.

“Bowkartaon!”

Ulk hesitated and looked in that direction.

“How dare this bastard!”

“Die!”

The warriors from Bowkartaon’s direct unit who were right nearby all pounced on Arteon.

They didn’t know when he had gotten this close, but.

‘He’s holding a spear!’

‘This distance is more advantageous for us…!’

With the distance this close, they thought it would be difficult for him to block their attacks with a spear.

“Die!”

So they intended to kill him in one blow.

However…

Clang!

The spear blade flashed and the swords and axes flying from all directions were deflected.

Several broken sword and axe blades flew up into the air, and the Kar Tribe warriors who lost their balance staggered, unable to hide their bewildered expressions.

And at the same time.

Swoosh!

Arteon’s body slipped through their gaps like sliding.

The formation collapsed in an instant.

Meanwhile, Isaac had already hidden his body inside the reed bed, and Arteon followed, leaping in after him.

Ulk supported the wounded Bowkartaon and ground his teeth.

“Are you alright?”

However, Bowkartaon was more shocked watching Arteon disappearing into the distance than by the blood flowing from his arm.

“That bastard…”

Just what the hell is he?

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