The Mad Spearman of the Northern Front - Chapter 81
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The Mad Spearman of the Northern Front (81)
Makrowdon couldn’t identify what emotion he was feeling right now.
It was an emotion he felt sometime… a very long time ago…
But it didn’t take long for him to understand that it was ‘fear’.
“…”
His fingertips trembling finely.
The strength seemed to be draining from the hand holding his axe.
How could a mere young soldier who had reached the brink of death…
‘Emit such aura…?’
It wasn’t simply sharp.
Strong.
Destructive.
It wasn’t that kind of feeling.
A very damp and chilling energy as if from the depths underground.
Makrowdon unconsciously swallowed his saliva at the dizzying aura that only one who had stood at the end of dozens… hundreds of deaths could possess.
And before he knew it, Death God had straightened his body and extended his blood-dripping axe.
“Now only you remain.”
Instantly, goosebumps rose all over his body.
His hair stood on end, and at the tingling sensation at the back of his head, Makrowdon unconsciously stepped backward.
But…
‘…Me?’
He was famous for his bravery even within the Kar Tribe.
And Makrowdon had never avoided any battle.
However, his instincts were speaking strongly.
To run away.
That he must not fight in this place.
Nevertheless, Makrowdon held his ground.
Because his warrior’s pride would not allow him to turn his back on an enemy.
The previous fight with Arteon.
That time it was a tactical retreat for certain victory, but if he retreated now, wouldn’t it be retreating out of fear?
Moreover…
‘…If I’m defeated here, I’ll have to give up everything.’
Since Ulgrak was dead, he had to defend this area and hold it until the next replacement arrived.
That replacement might even be himself.
In any case, if he retreated, he would have to give the Empire not only the southern region of Lake Elbarfiel that they had defended for so long, but the entire lake.
‘That much at least…’
If that happened, wouldn’t it create a direct path to the city that could be called their heart, connecting Helikel Gorge called the Northwestern 1st Defense Line and Lake Elbarfiel called the Northeastern 4th Defense Line?
He had to stop it at all costs.
Grip.
Makrowdon tightly grasped his axe.
But at that moment.
“…?”
“…?!”
Light flowed from far away and black smoke rose into the night sky.
Arteon and Makrowdon looked toward where the smoke was rising, and soon showed different expressions.
The place where smoke was rising was none other than the main base where the Kar Tribe Warriors had been.
There should mostly be warriors who had been injured in previous battles and couldn’t come to the battlefield.
“Wh-why…?”
Makrowdon’s eyes shook greatly.
Now that Ulgrak was dead, it was his responsibility to command the warriors here.
But smoke from the main base.
“Damn it all…!”
If by any chance the Empire’s army had attacked that place, he couldn’t stay here any longer.
Makrowdon immediately turned around.
Dash!
“Damn it… damn it…!”
He had clearly come only to support for certain victory, but how had things gotten so twisted?
Makrowdon immediately threw himself toward where the warriors were.
This war was already…
‘Defeated.’
It was important to at least save the remaining warriors and return.
Piiiiiiiiiii!
Soon after, Makrowdon took out the whistle hanging from his sleeve and blew it vigorously.
A signal announcing retreat.
But the Kar Tribe warriors who were fighting against the special forces led by Seran and Hadel couldn’t even easily withdraw.
“They’re running away! Annihilate as many as possible!”
“Don’t let them escape! Pay back all the humiliation we’ve received!”
Each Kar Tribe warrior falling here could be considered an achievement for them.
They wanted to kill as many Kar Tribe members as possible to earn merit.
But then.
Slash!
Suddenly Makrowdon, who had sprung out from the side, split in half an Empire soldier who was chasing a Kar Tribe warrior.
Instantly Seran and Hadel flinched, and the unit members stopped in place and looked at him.
“If you’re thinking of following, I’ll face you. Is there no one else who will attack?”
Makrowdon raised his axe wrapped in red aura and flashed murderous eyes.
The scars covering his face felt even more hideous and fierce.
And…
“…”
When the Empire soldiers hesitated, Makrowdon soon turned around and began fleeing with the warriors.
Seeing this, Hadel spoke.
“Stop the pursuit! Quickly collect the wounded and our fallen comrades’ bodies!”
“Understood.”
With the unit members’ response, Hadel looked at Seran.
Seran nodded and said.
“3rd Squad members follow me! We’re going to where Platoon Leader Arteon is!”
“Yes!”
“Understood!”
The 3rd Squad members immediately turned and followed Seran.
For them, what was important was confirming Arteon’s safety rather than killing Kar Tribe members.
Dash!
With Seran in the lead, Grain and the other 3rd Squad members quickly followed behind.
Seran inwardly exclaimed in admiration seeing the 3rd Squad members following him.
‘…Their fundamentals are solid.’
Especially because despite the poor visibility and rough ground, they maintained not only fast speed but also controlled their breathing well.
Just from this, he could estimate what level they were at.
Immediately after arriving at the location presumed to be where Arteon was, Seran and the 3rd Squad members quickly searched the surroundings.
He should definitely be around here…
“Seran sir! Over there!”
“Lord Seran! Over there!”
At that moment, Bartell, the 1st Squad leader, pointed somewhere and shouted loudly.
Seran and the 3rd Platoon members quickly gathered at that location.
“Sergeant Arteon!”
“Platoon Leader!”
“Platoon Leader!”
Arteon lay collapsed on the ground.
Next to him lay an axe with a broken handle.
Seran quickly approached Arteon to check his condition.
“…This can’t be.”
“What’s wrong?”
“First, help Sergeant Arteon sit up. It seems he’s suffering from both exhaustion and shock due to excessive mana usage.”
“Ah, understood!”
The large-framed Bartell lifted Arteon and sat him upright.
Since he was unconscious, his back bent sideways, but Bartell held him firmly and looked at Seran.
Seran drew up his mana and placed his hand on Arteon’s back.
Flash!
Arteon’s body shook violently for a moment.
Seran’s mana that entered his body served as small fuel, temporarily resolving his exhausted state.
“…Is he okay now?”
“Think of it as emergency treatment. It’s important to return quickly and receive proper treatment.”
“Ah, understood.”
“Bartell, you carry the Platoon Leader.”
“Understood.”
Bartell nodded at Grain’s command.
As he lifted Arteon, Seran spoke.
“We’ll join Captain Hadel and retreat as well. We need to report the current situation and quickly move the main force forward.”
“Yes!”
“Understood!”
As the 3rd Platoon moved with Arteon, Seran, who remained behind, looked around.
‘…Such battle traces.’
The ground was gouged and the surrounding trees were completely devastated.
An incredible scene that was hard to believe was the result of human combat.
Though he also wielded aura.
‘Could it be possible to…’
Elevate it to such a high level?
“…Phew.”
Seran exhaled softly and looked in the direction the 3rd Platoon had gone.
No, more precisely, at Arteon.
What secret lay behind that young-looking boy’s face?
But soon Seran turned his gaze away.
Smoke was rising from where the Kar Tribe’s main base had been.
Major Leorn had definitely said he would turn back the 2nd Defense Line support forces heading to attack that place.
‘Something must have happened.’
Though he couldn’t know exactly what, he could tell the situation was turning in their favor.
For now…
“We need to end this war first.”
Seran quickly kicked off the ground and began running.
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Thud thud thud thud thud thud thud thud thud!
With the sound of galloping horses, soldiers carrying shields and spears struck Ulgrak’s main base.
Late dawn.
The Kar Tribe warriors who were resting due to injuries couldn’t hide their confusion at the sudden arrival of Empire soldiers.
“En-enemy!”
“The Empire bastards have attacked… Guhk!”
The 2nd Defense Line soldiers who instantly surrounded their main base and entered mercilessly killed the Kar Tribe warriors.
“Don’t leave a single one alive, kill them all.”
Slash!
With the sound of sharp blades and spears piercing enemy bodies.
“Kyaaaaaaak!”
“Aaaaaaaak!”
The screams of Kar Tribe warriors echoed throughout the area.
Most were injured and unable to even fight.
They fell miserably without even being able to resist.
But the screams didn’t last long.
Due to the one-sided massacre-like battle, only the red blood of the Kar Tribe now flowed on the ground.
Not a single Kar Tribe warrior survived.
Looking at them who had become cold corpses and met their death, the horse carrying Rauben moved forward.
Clop, clop.
Rauben observed the Kar Tribe’s main base that had become a battlefield from atop his horse.
His emotionless expression felt even more eerie.
Rauben spoke.
“Burn everything. We announce our victory from this place.”
“Understood.”
Soon soldiers took torches and set fire to their barracks.
Whoooosh.
Flames blazed up and instantly devoured the entire Kar Tribe main base.
The massive fire shot up as if to pierce the sky, and black smoke spread into the dawn sky.
The dark surroundings brightened with the firelight.
Watching the flames, Rauben raised the letter he held in his hand.
The red seal clearly showed in the light.
It was Commander Belkain’s seal.
Rauben stared quietly at the letter and muttered lowly.
“…Could it be, he predicted this?”
His whisper was scattered by the wind amid the sound of roaring flames.
But soon…
“Where is the messenger?”
“Here.”
Rauben turned his gaze to Leorn’s messenger who had come to deliver the retreat order.
Red-haired Comrade seemed bewildered by the current situation and couldn’t say anything, just bowing his head before Rauben.
Rauben spoke.
“You return and report the news of victory here. And…”
Rauben, who was about to say something, trailed off.
After a moment of hesitant silence, he shook his head.
“No. Just convey this fact.”
“Understood.”
As the messenger left as if fleeing, Rauben once again looked at the burning Kar Tribe main base.
‘Anyway…’
He’ll find out soon.
There’s no need for me to say it with my own mouth.
Rauben recalled Leorn’s face.
A man with a stronger desire for success than anyone else, but.
Heh.
A cold smile spread across Rauben’s lips.
“So this is why timing is important.”
He raised his head to look at the hill that had become the most crucial battlefield.
Now only one thing remained.
‘If we can just achieve victory there…’
The Empire would be able to completely control the Elvarfiel Lake region they had long desired.
Of course, it wouldn’t matter even if they were defeated on the hill.
Just by completely surrounding the wounded Kar Tribe bastards and cutting off their supplies, they would die on their own.
“Commander.”
When his adjutant Erd finally approached, Rauben turned his head to look at the sun rising in the distance.
A new sun drove away the darkness along with blazing red flames.
And strangely, the fog that had been covering the hill began to slowly lift with the light.
As if to announce the end of the war, a quiet dawn took control of the area.
And at the center of it all.
“Form up the soldiers. We’re going to witness the end of this war.”
“Understood.”
Finally turning toward the hill, Rauben silently gazed at that place.
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