The Mad Spearman of the Northern Front - Chapter 58

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The Mad Spearman of the Northern Front (58)

 

Under the sky draped with dark gray clouds, the Kar Tribe reconnaissance unit was quietly crouched on the hill.

 

The scent of iron carried on the faint breeze, but not a single flag moved along the distant mountain ridge.

 

“Do you really think the Imperial Army will move?”

 

One Kar Tribe warrior who couldn’t hide his anxious expression asked in a low voice.

 

Another warrior chimed in.

 

“Taman seems to be overly cautious.”

 

“Taman should remember how miserably the Imperial Main Force collapsed last time…”

 

However, there was someone who cast a cold gaze at their words.

 

It was Korgash, the mid-level warrior who was leading the reconnaissance unit.

 

He had solid shoulders beneath his brown cloak, and his arms and shoulders were covered with scars as if they were symbols of the battles he had fought.

 

He looked at the warriors and said.

 

“Don’t doubt Taman. He’s surely expecting the Imperial Army to move due to the damage from this battle.”

 

Hadn’t they suffered unexpected damage from a small force?

 

For them, the current situation could be a golden opportunity.

 

However…

 

“Didn’t we achieve a complete victory in the previous battle? It should take them quite a long time to recover from that damage.”

 

“That’s right. That’s why we only sent a small force when we advanced, isn’t it?”

 

Korgash nodded at the two warriors’ words.

 

“That’s not wrong either. Certainly, from the Empire’s perspective, it wouldn’t be an easy situation to move their main force. But…”

 

He narrowed one eye and looked down below the hill.

 

“If by any chance the Imperial Army does move, it could create irreversible consequences.”

 

That’s why it was important to grasp the Imperial Army’s movements from this location.

 

‘If the Empire’s main force-sized troops move, they’ll have no choice but to pass through this path.’

 

Korgash held his breath and focused on surveillance. But then.

 

“Phew.”

 

One warrior let out a long sigh and stood up from his position.

 

His tightly bound hair swayed in the wind.

 

“Grakshu, where are you going?”

 

Korgash said, narrowing his eyes.

 

The warrior called Grakshu said bluntly.

 

“Going to take a piss.”

 

Grakshu spat out the words curtly and started walking.

 

Thud, thud.

 

Near some bushes a little distance away, as he lowered his pants, he clicked his tongue quietly.

 

“Damn… what attack, we practically destroyed them.”

 

As he grumbled and glanced back, irritation still lingered in his gaze.

 

In fact, he knew better than anyone.

 

That day.

 

The damage from the attack by the small Imperial Army force was greater than expected.

 

That’s why the current situation could be quite dangerous.

 

But…

 

‘The other guys are resting under their tents… and here I am on reconnaissance, what shitty luck.’

 

Grumbling and glaring at the air, Grakshu let out a stream of urine refreshingly.

 

Whoooosh!

 

Still, relieving himself like this felt somewhat mood-lifting.

 

But then.

 

“…?”

 

He felt a strange presence behind him.

 

Grakshu turned his head back.

 

Crack!

 

At that moment, something tightened around the back of his neck.

 

Not even a moment’s resistance was allowed.

 

His consciousness was cut off instantly.

 

Soon, someone reached out to catch his body as it fell to the side.

 

Swish.

 

A boy in a dark black cloak carefully laid the body down.

 

It was Arteon.

 

‘…One down.’

 

He was lucky.

 

Who would have thought one would break away from formation on his own like this.

 

But there were still remaining guys.

 

Moreover, the guy leading the reconnaissance unit.

 

‘Two feather tattoos…’

 

It meant he was a mid-level warrior of the Kar Tribe.

 

Probably such surprise attacks wouldn’t work on that guy.

 

He wanted to reduce their numbers as stealthily as possible, but when it didn’t matter, he’d have no choice but to launch a surprise attack.

 

Swish.

 

Arteon looked around and surveyed the terrain.

 

But if it’s this place.

 

‘It might be possible.’

 

Arteon’s figure quickly began retracing the path he had come.

 

* * *

 

Something felt very prickly at the back of his head.

 

Korgash, who was keeping watch while crouched, glanced back.

 

The spot where someone should have been was empty.

 

Korgash looked at the warrior beside him and said.

 

“Berakl. Hasn’t Grakshu come back yet?”

 

“…It seems not.”

 

The warrior called Berakl said, frowning.

 

Grakshu, who had left his position saying he was going to urinate, hadn’t returned even after a long time had passed.

 

He had shown such obvious displeasure since being assigned as a scout, and now it seemed he was finally causing trouble.

 

Berakl stood up.

 

“I’ll go bring him back.”

 

“Try to reason with him moderately.”

 

Korgash, reading Berakl’s expression, said quietly.

 

It would be troublesome to have disputes between warriors here.

 

But Berakl didn’t even pretend to listen and walked in the direction Grakshu had gone.

 

It seemed he was planning to give him a good scolding.

 

Seeing this, the other warriors also turned their heads and pretended not to notice Berakl.

 

One warrior looked at Korgash and said.

 

“That guy Grakshu needs to get a proper beating this time.”

 

“Since Berakl went, he’ll probably come back as meek as a lamb. He hasn’t become a mid-level warrior yet, but isn’t he the closest to becoming one among us?”

 

“…Phew.”

 

Korgash let out a sigh.

 

At this crucial moment, wasn’t one slippery eel disrupting the atmosphere?

 

Korgash just silently looked in the direction Berakl had gone.

 

But….

 

“….”

 

Had about 30 minutes passed?

 

He definitely thought he would hear the sounds of quite a commotion.

 

“It’s too quiet, isn’t it?”

 

“No, more than that… aren’t they taking too long?”

 

What could possibly take so long to bring back Grakshu?

 

Another warrior stood up from his position.

 

But then Korgash spoke with a hardened expression.

 

“Wait.”

 

With his words, the warriors who had come with the reconnaissance unit looked at Korgash.

 

Though momentary, cold sweat trickled down his spine.

 

First Grakshu, and now Berakl too.

 

It made no sense for two people to not return without any word.

 

Korgash spoke.

 

“Everyone prepare for battle!”

 

“…!”

 

“Enemies?!”

 

In an instant, their expressions twisted with shock.

 

A completely unexpected situation had struck them.

 

If the two really couldn’t return due to an enemy attack.

 

‘Are we already surrounded?’

 

Korgash quickly heightened his senses and surveyed the surroundings.

 

But before they could form any special formation.

 

Swooooooosh!

 

Thunk!

 

A throwing spear that suddenly flew pierced through a Kar Tribe Warrior’s chest and embedded in the ground.

 

With a hole instantly punched through his left chest, he looked toward the direction the spear came from with an expression of disbelief.

 

And….

 

Thud.

 

The Kar Tribe Warrior collapsed with his eyes still open, unable to do anything.

 

Korgash shouted loudly.

 

“It’s an attack from the Imperial bastards!”

 

“Cowardly bastards!”

 

Soon, seeing the soldiers of the 3rd Squad charging at them, the Kar Tribe reconnaissance unit raised their axes and swords.

 

Korgash used mana to wrap around the blade he was holding.

 

As the blue mana emitted sharp killing intent.

 

“Your opponent is me.”

 

“…!”

 

The one who had injured Taman….

 

‘The monster….’

 

Had appeared before his eyes.

 

* * *

 

“Taman.”

 

“Are the preparations underway?”

 

At Ulgrak’s words, Moldur nodded with a displeased expression.

 

Though he followed because it was his order, he couldn’t quite understand the current situation.

 

“Warriors with injuries too severe to move have been moved to the Rear Position, and we’ve proceeded to ensure rapid resupply.”

 

“What about the joining of additional warriors?”

 

“We’ve sent a letter with Taman’s name on it. The requested situation should probably be handled well. However, it will likely… take some time.”

 

“That alone is sufficient. We should be able to buy enough time for the warriors from the rear to join us here.”

 

Ulgrak, who had bandages wrapped around his left shoulder, stood up and gripped his axe.

 

The injury he had sustained from that bastard was more serious than expected, making it difficult to use his left arm even now.

 

Seeing this, Moldur asked.

 

“Taman, currently the Empire’s Main Force has suffered damage severe enough to make combat impossible, just like us. Requesting reinforcements from the rear… isn’t that a bit excessive?”

 

Requesting support from the warriors in the rear was directly revealing that the situation here was difficult.

 

There was a high possibility that the idiots in the rear would question Ulgrak’s leadership.

 

But Ulgrak shook his head.

 

“Not at all. Even if the Imperial Army’s Main Force has suffered great damage, their numbers are overwhelmingly greater than ours. If by any chance they move, we’ll have no choice but to be helplessly defeated.”

 

“Last time we were defeated while attacking, but this place is different.”

 

The Southern Lake Elbarfiel was their territory, wasn’t it?

 

No matter how weakened their forces had become due to recent battles, if they used surprise attacks utilizing the fog and terrain, they could destroy even the Imperial Army’s Main Force.

 

However, Ulgrak simply asked with a calm expression.

 

“When is the time for the scout to return?”

 

“There’s still a little time left. Since we checked once at noon, they’ll come again at midnight.”

 

A full twice a day.

 

They were keeping track of the situation through scouts.

 

Considering the distance the scouts currently traveled, it was by no means an easy task.

 

It showed how cautious he was being about the current situation.

 

“Continue maintaining the current state. If those bastards don’t attack, we’ll focus on treating the warriors first.”

 

And….

 

“When the supporting warriors join us, then… we’ll attack those bastards again.”

 

Though they had experienced one great failure, it would only make them stronger.

 

If warriors came as additional support later, then they could definitely make the 4th Defense Line their territory.

 

‘If that happens….’

 

Beyond Elvarfiel Lake, they could create a new game centered on the Empire’s Formation.

 

Multiple routes to the Empire’s lands beyond the 4th Defense Line would be created.

 

“Now is….”

 

A time to be cautious above all else.

 

That’s why the role of the scouts was more important than anything at this point.

 

Thus, Ulgrak’s gaze was fixed in the direction the scouts had headed.

 

* * *

 

Korgash was positioned at the highest level among the Kar Tribe’s intermediate warriors.

 

That’s why Ulgrak had entrusted him with the reconnaissance mission he judged to be most important currently.

 

Skill and prudence.

 

Moreover, he had meticulous attention to reading situations – nothing was lacking in him.

 

But….

 

Clang!

 

“Gah!”

 

With a dull sound, a scream burst from Korgash’s mouth.

 

The wrist holding his sword throbbed.

 

Swoosh!

 

Korgash quickly created distance and looked at the Shadow Boy in front of him.

 

‘Clearly….’

 

He’s using a spear, but what is this ridiculous sense of distance?

 

Not only at long range, but even when the distance was closed….

 

‘I can’t seize the initiative.’

 

Drip.

 

Thick cold sweat trickled down his spine.

 

A deeper pain settled in his sword-gripping wrist, and his fingertips began to tremble.

 

‘How… how can that young-looking boy…’

 

Be emanating an aura so similar to that person’s?

 

Was that fight truly not a coincidence?

 

But Korgash’s thoughts couldn’t continue for long.

 

The boy facing him.

 

That monster exhaled softly and gathered his mana.

 

Wooooooong!

 

Along with that, tremendous aura burst forth from his body.

 

A pressure that seemed to crush everyone around.

 

Arteon felt the surging mana energy and organized his Vargas Northern Spear Technique.

 

‘Just a little… just a little more.’

 

It felt like he could break through the wall of 3rd Star.

 

Now, standing at the crossroads between 2nd Star and 3rd Star.

 

Flash.

 

Swoosh!

 

Arteon’s eyes flashed like a beast’s as he charged toward Korgash.

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