The Mad Spearman of the Northern Front - Chapter 344

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Mad Spearman of the Northern Front (344)
Elvarfiel Lake, where thick fog had robbed visibility entirely.
The fog descended so densely that the boundary between water and air blurred into obscurity, swallowing sight completely—even a few steps ahead remained shrouded in impenetrable gloom.
A silent dawn, the wind itself holding its breath.
Death cries erupted across the Imperial Army Camp.
“Grraaaaaahhhhh!”
“Crush every last Imperial dog!”
“No prisoners! Slaughter them all!”
“Kraaaaaahhhhh!”
Roars that echoed the fury of beasts themselves.
With eyes stained crimson and axes gripped in their hands, they swung with merciless precision.
“Ahhhhhhh!”
“The Kar Tribe! The Kar Tribe is attacking!”
Shouts and screams erupted from all directions.
Firelight flickered as tents were torn asunder, and soldiers barely roused from sleep scrambled frantically for their weapons, rushing out into the chaos.
But…
Whoosh!
Kar Tribe Warriors burst from the fog, driving relentlessly into the camp.
Crack! Crunch!
Blood sprayed.
The sickening sound of bones shattering cut through the air.
The Imperial Army Camp near the lake transformed into pure chaos in mere moments.
Torches were lit to pierce the darkness, yet the fog rendered visibility severely limited.
“S-set fire to the supplies warehouse! We cannot let them seize our materials!”
An Imperial Officer barked orders in desperation.
His eyes burned with urgency.
At this rate, total annihilation was the least of their concerns—they risked losing all their supplies to these savages.
They had to burn the supplies themselves if necessary, deny them to the enemy, and buy time at any cost.
But…
Shrrk!
The very moment his words left his lips.
A chilling rupture sound pierced the air, and the Imperial Officer’s head fell cleanly to the ground.
Thud.
As his headless body collapsed, a man materialized from the fog beside him.
Strange tattoos coiled across his entire frame.
With an oppressive aura, his pitch-black eyes swept across the surroundings like a predator’s gaze.
A black Aura enveloped his body.
Even through the thick fog, his presence blazed unmistakably clear—impossible to conceal or diminish.
And then.
Shhk.
“Hah, huff!”
“He vanished!”
The soldiers standing directly ahead stumbled backward, their eyes wide as they scanned their surroundings frantically.
But he was nowhere to be found.
As if he had never existed in the first place.
And in that very moment when they hesitated.
Fwoooooosh!
Simultaneously, blood erupted from the necks of a dozen soldiers.
They couldn’t even scream properly—those with severed necks simply collapsed helplessly where they stood.
Then, emerging once more from the fog, he walked past the corpses of the Imperial Soldiers scattered about him with utter indifference.
As if he were merely taking a stroll near the lake.
Moonlight poured down upon the lake’s surface, and the seven Feather Tattoos carved into his shoulders flickered into view.
Among the greatest warriors of the Kar Tribe, the one possessing the most stealth and sharpest blade.
Serkarun Barkajel.
His gaze turned toward a distant point.
And in that instant came a thunderous sound.
Kwaaaaaaang!
With an impact that shook the very earth, the fog that had blanketed the lake was suddenly swept away into the distance.
And beyond it, flames surged skyward.
“Gaaaaaaah!”
“P-please, save me!”
Screams of desperation pierced the air.
The second great warrior deployed alongside me to this place.
The berserker, Turgash Kramelon.
His presence was a tempest itself.
Each swing of his Giant Axe sent soldiers flying, and shields tore like paper.
Every time his Aura erupted, everything around him was obliterated wholesale.
It felt as though he were single-handedly destroying this Imperial Army Camp.
Serkarun’s eyes paused as he observed the spectacle.
Two great warriors had been mobilized merely to strike down a single Imperial Army Camp.
But Serkarun soon turned his gaze back to the Imperial Soldiers.
There were still mountains of those bastards left to kill.
“A simultaneous assault, then….”
At this very moment.
A bloodbath must be unfolding in Belikezel and Aikuled as well.
I never imagined the Kar Tribe would mobilize all their forces like this.
Even Taman himself had reportedly moved elsewhere, not to Grashkhal.
‘Berkal, was it?’
The Kar Tribe’s Military Strategist who appeared suddenly like a Divine Warrior.
I couldn’t fathom what thoughts drove him.
“Quite unconventional,” Serkarun Barkajel murmured to himself.
He moved stealthily toward the Imperial Army.
Rustle.
* * *
Whiiiiiii!
The night air of Aikuled wailed low.
Wind funneling through the Gorge scraped against the Castle Wall with a prolonged shriek, its cry seeping into the Fortress interior and grating against the soldiers’ nerves.
The sun had not yet fully risen. In the darkness where moonlight lingered faintly, everything lay rigid with tension.
But the silence did not last long.
Piiiiiiiii!
A sharp warning cry tore through the air.
The Kar Tribe was charging toward the front of Aikuled Fortress.
“The Kar Tribe! The Kar Tribe is attacking!”
A soldier standing watch upon the Castle Wall cried out.
It was a warning bordering on a scream that nearly shredded his throat.
And at that very moment.
Dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong!
The alarm bells rang out across the entire Fortress.
The sound of clashing metal amplified through the Gorge and spread outward, jolting the sleeping soldiers’ bodies upright in unison.
Footsteps erupted.
Equipment clattered as soldiers ran, and amid the chaos, orders poured forth.
“Archers, take your designated positions! Draw your bowstrings and await the command!”
“Press closer together!”
The Archers were deployed upon the Castle Wall first.
“Shield Bearers, stand ready in the Vanguard formation! The moment the City Gate opens, drive those bastards back!”
Behind them, soldiers wielding Spears stood ready, prepared to charge at any moment.
Since there had already been signs of the Kar Tribe’s attack, the soldiers had completed all preparations.
Yet the air was strangely heavy.
An ominous tension weighed down the entire Camp, and Roen Garbion, the Colonel commanding Aikuled, narrowed his eyes as he gazed at the enemies from the Castle Wall.
And before long, when the Kar Tribe entered firing range.
“Looooose!”
As the command fell upon the Archers, they drew their bowstrings and raised their Bows high.
The moment all the Archers assumed the identical stance.
“Fiiiiiire!”
Whoooooooosh!
Hundreds of Arrows shot forth simultaneously toward the Kar Tribe.
Shuaaaaaaack!
Thunk! Thunk! Whoosh! Thud thud thud thud thud thunk!
“Ugh!”
“Argh!”
“Krrrraaaaaaagh!”
Dozens of Kar Tribe Warriors who had charged forward collapsed in heaps, never to rise again.
Yet a single volley of arrows could not stem the tide of their momentum.
“Reload!”
“Hurry! Prepare to fire at once!”
At Roen Garbion’s command, the officers hastened to relay orders and prepared the second assault.
And just as the archers drew their bowstrings taut once more, raising their arrows skyward.
“…What?”
Something glinted atop the left wall of the massive barrier that formed Aikuled.
An officer who spotted it narrowed his eyes in confusion.
Kwaaaaaang!
What fell from the heavens crashed into the camp’s interior with a thunderous roar.
The earth heaved.
The ground shattered, sending stone fragments and dust erupting in all directions.
And with it came an unfamiliar cry.
“Open the City Gate! We must eliminate the archers on the Castle Wall!”
The cry that echoed from the darkness was not the Imperial Army’s tongue, but a foreign language.
Yet the meaning was unmistakable.
There was no need to confirm who they were.
“Stop them!”
“Uuuaaaaaaah!”
The soldiers positioned before the City Gate in the Plaza moved as one.
Raising their shields and leveling their spears, they charged toward the Kar Tribe.
But in that moment.
“How dare you…!”
A low voice cut through the darkness, stretching long and sharp.
And with it, I raised the sword I held.
Uuuuuuung!
A blue Aura descended upon my blade.
The light of the Aura was cold and merciless, like the bitter chill of the Northern Region.
And as I swung my sword toward the soldiers.
Kwakwakwakwakwakwakwakwakbang!
Blue light erupted, and a tremendous impact tore through the camp’s interior.
The air was rent asunder, and the ground was overturned.
The bodies of some twenty soldiers at the vanguard of the charge were torn beyond recognition.
Limbs were severed, armor crumpled, and blood scattered through the air.
And….
“Kraaaaaaagh!”
“Krraaaagh!”
More than twice as many soldiers as those who had fallen screamed in agony from their wounds.
Dozens of soldiers were sent flying backward, tumbling across the ground.
Bones shattered and flesh tore asunder.
Several soldiers lay pinned beneath their crumpled armor, gasping for breath.
“Ahhhhhhh!”
Screams erupted, and terror descended upon the camp.
Overwhelming power incarnate.
It was a force utterly incomparable to ordinary 4-Star or 5-Star Level Aura Users.
Colonel Roen Garbion’s pupils dilated sharply as he witnessed the display.
He recognized instantly that these were not foes common soldiers could face.
And then.
Moonlight pierced through the clouds above.
As the faint luminescence illuminated them, the infiltrating Kar Tribe Warriors became starkly visible.
Only ten Kar Tribe Warriors had penetrated the inner camp.
Yet their presence alone rivaled that of hundreds of soldiers.
Upon their shoulders were inscribed feather tattoos.
Among the nine who had moved toward the City Gate, one bore six feathers, while the remaining eight carried five each.
Elite among the elite—warriors of Taman-class standing within the Kar Tribe itself.
Even they alone constituted a catastrophic threat.
“Seven…?”
The warrior wielding the blue Aura who had just slashed at the soldiers possessed seven feather tattoos—a master warrior of the highest caliber.
How had one of the Kar Tribe’s most formidable warriors come to be here?
But there was no time for prolonged deliberation.
Though the danger was undeniable.
‘If I kill that one…!’
Victory would be assured without prolonging this war.
Moreover….
“Fools… you’ve walked straight into your own grave.”
For that person was stationed here.
“Fire the signal flare! Don’t let them escape outside!”
At Roen’s command, a crimson signal flare shot skyward from the plaza before the City Gate.
The Kar Tribe’s master warrior.
Rakjen Pelokar.
He had drawn the enemy’s attention with warriors at the front while personally leading a select elite force deep into the camp.
This way, the other master warrior commanding the warriors outside, Gormak, could rampage far more freely.
The strategy of creating an opening himself while Gormak’s overwhelming strength thoroughly crushed them was one that even Military Strategist Berkal had admired.
“Hurry and open the City Gate! The moment the warriors enter, all is lost!”
Rakjen shouted.
But it was at that very moment.
“How dare you rampage so freely… in this place.”
A voice suddenly rang out from behind.
A sudden chill ran down my spine, and I felt as though someone were pressing down upon my shoulder.
Rakjen turned his head toward the source of the sound.
“…Ah.”
In that instant, the words Berkal the Military Strategist had spoken flashed swiftly through my mind.

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