51 – Episode 51
The Wendigo’s eyes were lurking here and there in the forest.
If there is an eye-shaped pattern in the forest, it is the eye of a wendigo. If there was ever an animal that looked at you suspiciously, it was the Wendigo’s eyes.
The Wendigo found familiar faces in dozens of images spread across the mental world.
People walking through the forest with expressions full of dissatisfaction.
The exiled shamans caught the eye of an owl.
‘If possible, I wish you would just leave.’
Of course it couldn’t have been that way.
The Wendigo did not expect anything and she possessed the body of an owl.
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The shamans who failed the Wendigo’s meaningful test were upset and irritated.
If they had known the reason, they might have been less angry, but they were kicked out by the Wendigo without even hearing the reason.
What on earth can you learn from that question?
“This is why spirits can’t interact with each other.”
“Shh, be quiet. What if the spirit is listening to our story?”
“Do you think that makes sense? Think about the time we walked. No matter how suspicious the spirit is, there’s no way he would be watching this far.”
The others relaxed at the shaman’s rebuttal. Common sense tells us that even though we left the village, there was no way there was a spirit watching over us.
If there is a war or a huge conspiracy lurking, the spirits will swallow blood and tears and pay a high price to plant their eyes and ears in the surrounding area, but this was not the case now.
In front of the Wendigo, the shamans, who made her eyes shine and pretended to be pitiful, took off her mask and revealed her true colors.
Her once-smooth face had deep wrinkles from anger and swearing, and her posture was extremely arrogant, like that of Jarl, the famous chieftain of the North.
“Damn it. I don’t know on what grounds they kicked us out.”
“Gunlord. Are you planning to go back like this without any income?”
As Gunlord, the one-eyed shaman, took out a red smoking pipe made of rosewood from his pocket and grumbled, someone with a sly appearance asked him.
Gunlord looked at him pitifully and lit his pipe. He smiled slyly, savoring the smoke from his cigarette.
“That’s a stupid question. There’s no way a shaman would just leave such a mouth-watering place.”
“But didn’t you feel it too? It must be a fairly experienced spirit. It is clear that it has lived for at least 300 years. Are you planning to play tricks on such a spirit?”
The old shaman questioned the Gunlord with a reluctant expression. It wasn’t specifically for the Wendigo’s sake, but he was worried that unnecessary sparks would be thrown at him.
Gunlord chuckled at the old shaman’s weak appearance.
“Ha. Whether it’s 300 years or 400 years old, the important thing is that it’s a spirit. Spirits are smarter than stupid serfs or tribesmen, but that’s why they get easily embarrassed.”
As Gunrod spoke confidently, several among the shamans began to listen to his story with interest.
If a shaman with little reputation had made such a promise, you would have thought it was a gimmick, but Gunrod had quite a reputation among shamans.
However, that reputation was closer to notoriety…
Gunrod was a shaman who became famous for his ability to threaten spirits and reveal their mysteries. It was quite a great shaman.
Playing with lies and traps to make the spirit get fed up and spit out mysteries was impossible unless you had a very strong heart.
However, not everyone was captivated by Gunlord’s reputation. The experienced shamans looked at Gunlord with disapproving eyes.
“A person who deals with spirits looks down on spirits. I can’t believe it.”
“Have you forgotten how you lost your eye? You don’t know how to change your behavior after something like that.”
“Old people only know how to bow to the spirits and have no intention of acting wisely. The spirits are bastards anyway. What reason do you have to be honest with them?”
Those who sympathized with Gunrod’s opinions and those who were reluctant to see his actions.
The shamans glared at each other and tried to kill themselves. I was ready to see blood at any moment, but…
“No matter how much I say, there is no use in it. We have no intention of participating in your plans, so please know that. We will act according to our own plans.”
“Okay, then let’s just leave here. Don’t regret it later, you foolish old people.”
The shamans did not want to waste their magic on such a useless conflict.
The shamans, except for those who decided to join Gunlord’s plan, glared at them and separated from the group.
Gunlord clicked his tongue in regret as he watched the shamans leaving.
‘If those guys had been together, we would have been able to kill the spirits more easily.’
Gunlord’s method was quite outside the norm. If you were that aggressive, it wouldn’t be surprising if you were retaliated against by the spirits.
That is why Gunlord always worked with many of his colleagues. As the number increases, won’t the spirit’s anger naturally disperse?
So this time, I was planning on increasing my meat shield, or rather my colleagues, but unfortunately, there weren’t that many idiots among the shamans.
‘Roughly six?’
The greedy eyes were exactly the type of human being that Gunlord liked. These guys will throw themselves into danger if their greed is touched.
Gunrod took out one of his parchments and spread it on the ground. The villages he passed through were drawn on the parchment.
“Is it a map?”
“Unfortunately, there is no map at the end of the world. So, I only drew the villages I passed through. Let’s draw the places you guys passed as well.”
Gunlord began drawing a map while listening to the stories of the shamans.
How many villages are there on that side, and who did I meet on that side, where is that…
At least ten villages were drawn on the map completed in that way. Gunlord looked at the map and smiled sinisterly.
“I don’t know why, but it seemed like he had a reason to protect the forest people. You’ll agree to this, right?”
“Hmm… The forest people clearly showed deep loyalty to him. It is clear that he is related to the forest people.”
In the beginning, most of the questions the Wendigo asked were whether it intended to harm the forest people or itself.
It is clear that there is at least a reason to protect forests and people.
“What we need to do is to demonstrate to him by force. Attack the village simultaneously to annoy the spirit.”
“Wait a minute. Isn’t this too risky a plan? This is… Hitting him head on.”
As the young shaman expressed his disapproval, other shamans also cast their eyes with suspicion on Gunrod.
If he did it wrong, it was something that not only drained all his funds, but could even cost him his life.
Gunlord chuckled and refuted the young shaman’s argument.
“Don’t worry. All we have to do is make the village suffer, not ruin it.”
Gunrod took out an incense burner from his arms. The incense burner was emitting dull smoke and shining magically.
An incense burner made using the mystery of a spirit called a snake that drinks poison.
“For example, if you use the spell cast on this incense burner, a village can be destroyed in an instant…”
“I thought it smelled bad. The plan was truly petty.”
“!”
When the shamans heard a strange voice, they quickly took out their tools and guarded the surroundings.
Gunrod wielded a whip made from the hair of a woman who had been burned to death and scolded her.
“There’s a lot of talk about how petty the guy who secretly watches is. Reveal yourself!”
“Look up.”
The shamans reflexively raised their heads upward. There was an owl with blue eyes…
Shocked.
“Avoid!”
Gunlord shouted in horror as soon as a chill ran down his spine and an unknown feeling of anxiety surfaced.
Among the shamans known for their evil nature, should we say that they are worthy of being called trash?
The shamans who sensed danger hurriedly cast spells to protect themselves.
The soul contained in the bear’s skin made the skin tough, and the amulet made of diamond stone erected a shield made of surrounding rocks.
It was all useless.
Wood clack!
“You idiots! Don’t block them, avoid them!”
“f*ck! What kind of roots… Ahhh!!!”
The roots sprouting from the ground turned into spears and axes and struck down the enemies.
The bear’s skin was torn by the spear blade and vomited blood, and the rock shield was shattered by the strong blow of the axe.
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The shamans, who had no means of defense, were pierced by roots and died without any time to properly resist.
“Gather behind me!”
Gunlord summoned the shamans and swung his whip fiercely.
The grief of the woman who was burned at the stake manifested itself as angry flames that burned the roots and forest.
Gunlord looked around and looked for the Wendigo. If she was going to perform a spell this loud, she had to be nearby.
But she could not find the Wendigo anywhere. The enraged Gunrod glared in all directions and ordered the shamans.
“Fire or anything is good. Destroy the forest!”
“Gunlord. You didn’t know that the spirit would resist so fiercely! It’s better to ask for forgiveness even now… Ugh!?”
Gunlord grabbed the shaman by the collar, glared at him with cute eyes, and growled.
“You idiot. Don’t you still understand that I had no intention of saving you in the first place? Shut up and attack those around you!”
“Damn it, I wasn’t taking part in something like this!”
When the witch doctors realized that their lives were truly in danger, they each used witchcraft.
A huge rock bear appears and a mace filled with lightning flashes.
“It’s nothing more than a useless struggle.”
“!?”
A severe cold wave swept through the forest along with the voice of a wendigo that came from somewhere.
Gunrod blocked the wind with his arms, resisting the cold that penetrated his bones. Of course he couldn’t block all the wind with one arm, but he could at least have room to open his eyes.
“This is crazy…”
Gunlord was shocked and swore. He couldn’t believe the sight before his eyes.
Frosty trees and ground, hard to believe that they had just been burning, and cold, subdued air.
The reason the shamans were able to realize that this was reality was because their skin was torn due to being swept away by the cold.
The pain felt from the wound proved that this was not an illusion.
An owl that was looking down vaguely from the sky landed on a tree with a loud cry.
The shamans distorted their faces viciously and burst out in anger.
“Damn you, spirit. Don’t expect reconciliation with us even after this. No matter what happens, this forest…”
“There’s a lot to say. Was he not a shaman but a swindler? His skills are low, and his greed is worse than that of a spirit.”
“This dog..!?”
Quaaang!
A spear flew from somewhere and pierced the shaman, who was about to burst out in a curse with bloodshot eyes in response to the insulting accusation.
The shamans shifted their gaze following the trajectory of the spear.
The wendigo they had seen was standing there.
The shamans glared at the Wendigo with her venomous eyes. She is quite far away, but if you are determined and chase after her, you will be able to chase her…
“Wait a minute. What’s over there?”
“What? I’m looking somewhere else right now… Huh?”
The shamans blinked at the unbelievable sight. Another Wendigo appeared next to the Wendigo.
But that was just the beginning.
Next to the wendigo, one wendigo, next to that another wendigo…
When approximately six Wendigos appeared, the blood of the shamans, who were seething with anger, froze cold.
Just a moment of silence.
“Run away!!!”
When the shamans lost their will to fight and turned their backs, the Wendigos let out horrifying screams and started chasing the shamans.