46 – Blue Wolf
A few days ago.
Inside the hut where the chieftain of the tundra tribe lives.
From there, a man’s voice filled with anger resounded.
A man with a large body and height that seems to be two heads higher than that of a strong adult man.
The chief of the tundra tribe. Blue Wolf.
He slammed down on his fisted hand as he sat on a chair made of animal fur.
Boom!
“Why did you come back alone?”
An angry voice from the chieftain.
That alone showed how angry he was.
“I’m sorry. Chieftain. That is… ….”
The subordinate, who had already failed several times, tried to make excuses in a cold sweat.
I couldn’t speak.
“If you intend to tell me that you were beaten by those bastards again, I will tear you to death with my own hands.”
“Pooh, Mrs. Blue Wolf, help me.”
A subordinate who realizes that excuses won’t work anymore, begs for his life.
“Ha ha.”
Looking at the state of his subordinates, I could see that he had been attacked by those idiots.
He couldn’t forgive him for coming back after being beaten again and again.
To take the lives of his subordinates, the chief rose from his seat.
Chwaaa!
The body and neck of a subordinate who begged for his life were separated.
It is dead.
But it’s the chieftain.
It wasn’t the blue wolf.
“Who are you!”
The blue wolf, startled by the sudden death of his subordinate, shouted.
Soon, an unknown assailant appeared.
A pretty young man with his blood-colored hair cut short.
It was the Demon Abaddon.
“What are you doing!”
The chieftain and his escorts did not welcome him for coming without a sound and killing his men right in front of their eyes.
Without the chieftain’s orders, his bodyguards rushed out to decapitate Abaddon.
“The welcome is rougher than I thought.”
Abaddon blew the throats of the escorts who were leisurely running towards him and wiped the blood off his sword.
The chieftain who watched the scene shouted in anger, grabbed an axe, and ran out to split his head.
But even the chieftain’s attack did not work on Abaddon.
Abaddon lightly dodged the chieftain’s ax and tripped the chieftain.
I did not take the chief’s life.
Because he was a necessary person for his plan.
“What is your true identity!”
Abaddon’s feet trampled to the ground, and the chief screamed.
“Oh, you haven’t said my goodbyes yet. Nice to meet. Demons who serve the Great Demon God. It is called Abaddon.”
“Why are demons doing this to us!”
“Hmm. What should I say?”
Abaddon, thinking about something, spoke as if he had decided on an answer.
“Yeah, that would be nice. I have come to support you.”
“Sponsorship?”
“Yes Sponsor! I am rooting for what you are trying to do.”
He looked down at himself as if he knew everything.
Not liking that, the chief shouts.
“Are you saying that you know anything about us! If you want to make fun of me, kill me!”
“Everybody knows! I want to abandon the pride of my tribe, leave the barren North, and make the land of the Empire yours. Is that not your purpose?”
“That, how?”
A fact that only some of the chieftains know about came so easily from Abaddon’s mouth.
“It is obvious. What kind of creature in the world would want to live in a barren environment? It is a natural desire to want a better life. I support your desires.”
Abaddon speaks plausibly. Are you captivated by his words? The blue wolf asks
“So how are you going to help us?”
“First of all, what should I do with that trashy axe?”
As Abaddon waved lightly, the blue wolf’s ax turned black and instantly turned into a black liquid that flowed to the ground.
“What are you doing!”
The blue wolf shouted at Abaddon in anger, but the new ax in front of him stole his gaze.
It was an ax that didn’t look ordinary even to the blue wolf, the leader of the barbarians living far from civilization.
“This, this?”
“Parasche. It is a powerful weapon imbued with the power of destruction.”
“This…… Are you going to give it to me?”
“How are you going to go to war with trash weapons? Let me personally sponsor your weapons.”
“You mean to support weapons?”
“Yes.”
Chief Blue Wolf, looking at Parashu and Abaddon in front of him, made up his mind.
“I accept the offer.”
“A wise choice. You are the leader of the barbarians.”
In this way, barbarians who changed their weapons from Abaddon now appeared in front of the Grand Duke’s castle.
Those who had been plundering the vicinity of the Grand Duchy every time, this time, with the will to completely capture the Grand Duchy, many tribes that had never existed before gathered.
“Blue Wolf, the warriors are ready. Please give me your order.”
At the words of the tribal chief, the blue wolf spoke without taking his eyes off the fort on the snowy mountain in front of him.
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“Return everything you see in front of you to Mother Earth.”
“Okay. Blue Wolf.”
At the command of the blue wolf, a tribal alliance on an unprecedented scale began to move.
●●●
“Ah, that’s fun.”
Somewhere high in the northern sky.
There was someone looking down at the ground.
His true identity is the Demon Abaddon.
He couldn’t help but smile happily at the sight of the barbaric army at his feet.
Remembering the massacre they would soon unleash, I couldn’t help but laugh even if I wanted to.
“Stupid barbarians.”
Abaddon really thought barbarian warriors were stupid and foolish.
Of course, the weapons that Abaddon gave them free of charge were not ordinary weapons.
Even if the Parash was given to the chieftain, the Blue Wolf, it was one of the cursed weapons imbued with the power of destruction.
From the moment it tasted the blood, the ax made only for destruction will not stop slaughter until everything in front of it disappears, regardless of enemy or friend.
Abaddon, who possessed countless such weapons, handed them all over to the barbarians.
It was a waste to hand over all the weapons he had collected throughout his life, but considering the fact that it was a job for the owner and a fun spectacle, it wasn’t too much of a waste.
It’s a weapon. It’s not too late to take it back after everything is done.
Anyway, the barbarian warriors received such dangerous weapons without any doubt, just because they liked them.
That was bound to look stupid to Abaddon.
“Well, thanks to you, I was able to see the unique scenery, so I can’t help but be grateful for that.”
Lifting in the sky like that, Abaddon decided to watch the upcoming war between the Archduke and the barbarians, holding popcorn that humans enjoy eating when watching a fight.
Wasak. Wasak.
●●●
The knights under the command of the Grand Duke were watching the swarming barbarians.
“Doesn’t it look like there are a lot of people today?”
A new knight who had just sworn allegiance to the Grand Duke said to his senior knight.
“Maybe it was because I was in trouble the other day, so I must have called some friends. I think if a few more people get together, anything will happen.”
It was a senior knight who spoke while ignoring the barbarians.
He continued.
“Let’s just knock it down and go back and have a beer. It’s cold these days, so I can’t sleep unless I warm myself up with alcohol.”
“Are you like that, too?”
“Oh, are you drinking? Join me too.”
“What kind of alcohol are you, a guy with a kid at a dude’s house? Finish it quickly and go back and play.”
“It’s been a while since I haven’t had a drink. Please take a look.”
As the chatter escalated, an intercessory voice rang out.
“Everybody be quiet. The enemy is right in front of you. Concentrate.”
When the gray-haired knight spoke, all the knights shut their mouths and looked at the savages in front of them.
The captain of the knights.
Aragorn.
He couldn’t shake the uneasy feeling.
‘Is it because there are more numbers than usual?’
No. Large numbers are not a problem.
There were definitely more barbarians than usual, but it didn’t matter.
‘Why are all the savages I can see riding tundra wolves?’
Tundra Wolf.
It is a larger and stronger individual than a normal wolf.
It was also a beast used instead of a horse by the Tundra clan, the most powerful of the northern barbarians.
Of course, only proven warriors can ride the Tundra Wolf, which is difficult to breed.
Those tundra wolves.
All the barbarian warriors in front of me were riding.
‘As expected, something is strange. I need to call for support.’
As soon as Aragorn finished his thoughts and was about to give an order, a soldier shouted.
“Look over there!”
“There is more behind, behind.”
More than the Tundra Wolf warriors descending the ridge, more barbarian warriors were descending following the barbarian warriors riding the Tundra Wolf.
Though I couldn’t estimate the number, it seemed to exceed 3,000.
The current number of soldiers and knights who have escaped the castle to subdue the barbarians is 1,000.
A car with more than three times the power.
The fight doesn’t work.
I had to retreat.
“Retreat! Everyone retreat!”
Puuu!
Along with Aragorn’s command, the trumpet of retreat resounded throughout the battlefield.