The Mad Spearman of the Northern Front - Chapter 32

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The Mad Spearman of the Northern Front (32)

“Uaaaaaaaah!”

“Advance! Slaughter them all!”

A fierce battle erupted at the canyon entrance.

Due to the canyon entrance, the number of soldiers who could enter at once was limited.

Taking advantage of this terrain, the warriors positioned on the canyon walls fought against the Empire’s soldiers.

Originally, this was a heaven-sent terrain that could overcome even a 10-to-1 troop disadvantage.

“How… how did this happen…”

Braktus muttered in disbelief as he watched the situation unfolding before his eyes.

A considerable number of warriors who should have been concentrated at the front had moved to block the Empire soldiers attacking from behind.

“What are you all doing! Hurry up and stop them, concentrate the warriors toward the entrance!”

He shouted desperately, but all that came from both sides were screams.

To make matters worse, the suddenly collapsed canyon wall caused boulders to fall toward the center of the canyon, blocking the path.

Because of this, they couldn’t avoid the situation where their forces were split in two.

But then.

“…?”

A group caught Braktus’s attention.

About 10 small-scale soldiers were climbing the sloped section of the left canyon wall, killing warriors.

That was where they had positioned warriors who could shoot arrows to block the Empire soldiers coming from the front.

If that place fell…

“…Turak, lead the warriors and kill those bastards. We must defend that position!”

“Understood!”

“I’ll… handle that bastard at the front.”

The group attacking their rear center.

The momentum emanating from the one wielding a sword at the front was extraordinary.

Probably, he was the only one here who could face that bastard.

Turak responded loudly to Braktus’s words.

He didn’t know how the situation had deteriorated to this point, but as Braktus said, the current situation was serious.

Especially if the warriors positioned on the canyon walls were defeated, they wouldn’t be able to stop the enemy’s main force pushing in from the front.

Turak and about ten warriors quickly began running toward the left canyon wall.

Swoosh!

Turak’s movements as he moved quickly were filled with urgency.

He had to somehow quickly resolve this situation and block the enemy’s main force.

‘If we just stop those bastards… we can quickly reorganize our formation.’

Though the formation had collapsed due to the path being blocked by the fallen cliff wall, even that would be resolved in a few minutes as warriors would join them by climbing over the blocking rocks.

The only thing still unbelievable was.

‘How could they enter the canyon so quickly…?’

Their surveillance had been flawless.

They had only excluded the eastern canyon because even they couldn’t cross it.

To come through there, one would have to cross a river with tremendous current.

‘Such a thing would be impossible.’

It was a place where the depth exceeded 3 meters.

Even he, who had three feather tattoos, would find crossing that place difficult.

‘Could there really be someone with skills beyond that?’

Turak shook his head.

That couldn’t be.

If such a strong person existed, they would have already discovered them.

Turak erased his hesitation and caught up right behind Arteon and his soldiers.

“You bastaaaaard!”

With an intense shout, Turak charged toward the soldier following at the rear behind Arteon.

The soldier following behind hastily turned and blocked, but.

Clang!

“Argh!”

He was sent flying by Turak’s strike and rolled on the ground.

Mana rippled from Turak’s sword.

The refined sword aura flashed threateningly.

At that moment, Arteon grabbed the axe of a fallen Kar Tribe warrior and threw it toward Turak.

Whirrrrrrr!

The axe spinning at tremendous speed aimed for Turak’s face.

However, Turak lightly swung his sword to deflect the axe and looked at Arteon.

Swoosh! Clatter!

The brief time Arteon had created.

In that moment, the soldier who had fallen got back up.

Turak and Arteon instantly faced off at the narrow, sloped canyon passage.

Then Arteon glanced back and spoke to his unit members.

“Sergeant Fonlaron! There are only archers up there. Take the unit members and attack them!”

“Then what about here?!”

“I’ll handle it.”

Determination filled Arteon’s eyes.

If they eliminated the archers positioned on the cliff wall, the canyon’s advantage would disappear.

It would ultimately become a clash of strength against strength in the narrow passage.

If that happened, the Kar Tribe with their collapsed formation wouldn’t be able to withstand the numerical disadvantage and would quickly crumble.

Fonlaron’s eyes wavered at Arteon’s words.

Why at a moment like this…

‘Does he remind me of Sir Isaac…?’

The decisiveness to focus on the best judgment rather than his own safety even in dangerous situations.

Plus the groundless trust that he would somehow handle things if you left your back to him.

At first, he hadn’t been pleased about following Arteon instead of Isaac.

He couldn’t protest in the urgent moment, nor could he disobey the unit commander’s words, so he had followed Arteon.

But now he felt like he understood the reason.

Fonlaron said.

“Then I’m counting on you.”

“Let’s meet alive.”

Fonlaron nodded at Arteon’s words.

“Other unit members, follow me!”

With that response, Fonlaron immediately ran up the slope with the remaining soldiers.

Seeing this, Turak’s eyes widened as he shouted.

“You think I’ll let them go!”

But before he could move a few steps.

Crash!

Arteon struck the ground hard.

Part of the narrow passage floor cracked and stone dust fell down with a rustling sound.

Arteon’s eyes flashed sharply.

“Your opponent is me.”

“This damn rookie bastard…!”

It was infuriating to have a soldier who looked young at first glance blocking his way.

But due to the narrow passage, at most three people could attack at once.

Even then, they had to be careful on the right side since a misstep could cause them to fall straight down.

Turak said.

“While I hold this guy back, you chase after the ones who went ahead. You must catch them!”

“Understood!”

Watching the Kar Tribe warriors who were filled with determination, Arteon gripped his spear.

There wasn’t much space to plant his feet.

Nor was there enough room to swing his spear freely.

Moreover, the three feather tattoos carved on the shoulder of the guy in front of him.

Being a senior Kar Tribe warrior meant he was the strongest warrior here, excluding the commander.

He wasn’t an opponent that Arteon could defeat with his current strength.

‘But…’

Even so, he had no intention of retreating.

Guarding this place.

That was what Arteon had to do right now.

“Come.”

“Hyaaaaaaah!”

As soon as Arteon finished speaking, Turak let out a battle cry and charged forward.

Unlike ordinary swords, the blade was short in length but wide in width.

It was as if a sword and axe had been combined.

It was a sword made sturdy enough to withstand powerful downward strikes.

‘Those who use such weapons…’

They definitely have tremendous confidence in their strength.

Moreover, with three feather tattoos.

Considering that as well.

‘I must avoid direct confrontation at all costs.’

Arteon had fought thousands of Kar Tribe warriors.

He could tell at a glance what type of warrior this guy was, so he could immediately decide what to do.

“Hyah!”

Watching Turak charge with tremendous momentum, Arteon stepped back and thrust his spear straight forward.

Turak immediately turned his head to the side to dodge the frontal thrust.

The thrust wasn’t threatening enough to require deflecting, and more importantly, he intended to split the guy’s body in half with one strike.

‘The moment he retrieves his spear and attacks again…’

That would be his turn to attack.

While spears had long reach, they inevitably took longer to retrieve.

In the blink of an eye.

Turak also finished all his calculations and raised his sword toward Arteon.

But at that moment.

Whoosh!

Suddenly, he felt something whip past to the side.

The guy who had definitely been holding a spear reaching two meters.

“…?!”

Was now gripping a rod less than half that length. And the moment Turak confirmed this.

Swish!

“…!”

Something flashed, and something quickly extended from the rod in the boy’s hand.

Clang!

“Gah!”

Turak swung his sword with almost instinctive movement to deflect it.

The guy’s spear collided with his sword and thrust past into empty air.

“Ugh!”

“Lord Turak!”

The Kar Tribe warrior who had been running behind Turak caught the deflected Turak and shouted.

A completely unexpected attack.

Could it be that he possessed an artifact that could adjust the spear’s length?

Moreover, what was surprising was that wasn’t the end of it.

The mana control the guy displayed during the process of the spear shortening and lengthening again.

How could such a young-looking… mere Empire soldier display such mana control?

But there wasn’t time to think for long.

Whoosh!

Having stolen the timing with his irregular attack, Arteon immediately kicked off the ground and leaped into the air.

Jumping in such a narrow path.

Turak’s eyes flashed.

However, Arteon’s target wasn’t Turak.

“Hyaaaaaaah!”

Crash!

The leaping Arteon struck the upper wall where Turak and the Kar Tribe warriors were standing with great force.

Due to the mana release, fairly large cracks appeared and rocks began falling overhead.

As the Kar Tribe warriors hastily retreated.

Thud!

Turak stomped the ground hard and charged toward Arteon.

In that brief moment, he had made the best choice he could.

“To resort to such petty tricks…!”

“Petty tricks? I just separated the other guys.”

“What?”

Could it be that he had intended to force the warriors back with that previous attack?

No, more than that…

“You predicted I would charge?”

“If you retreat from mere rocks like this, shouldn’t you tear off those tattoos?”

Arteon knew more about the Kar Tribe than anyone else.

The weight carried by those with feather tattoos versus those without.

Especially senior warriors with three feather tattoos were those who wouldn’t be pushed back even when facing the Empire’s knights.

Such a person was right in front of him.

Rather than a frontal battle.

‘Make the situation as messy as possible.’

Continuously, so that the guy couldn’t make normal judgments.

Perhaps that one comment about pushing the regular warriors back would complicate the guy’s mind.

And…

Whoosh!

When Arteon, who should have been creating distance, charged forward instead, Turak’s eyebrows twitched.

“You seem desperate to die!”

Mana rippled from Turak’s sword, forming sword aura.

A spearman who should fight from distance was instead closing the gap.

But Turak never could have imagined.

What kind of spear technique Arteon used.

What power Vargas’s Northern Spear Technique’s ‘close combat’ possessed.

Crash crash bang!

Along with the situation unfolding before his eyes.

“I’ll finish this in an instant.”

Arteon’s words reached him on the wind like those of the Death God.

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