50. warrior (4)
A biting wind blew. Winter has been through a lot. Because the winters in the northern part of Evernode were long and cold, and harsh compared to anywhere else on the continent. Quenore Strop had pride in living in a world of winter. There was pride in fighting against the winter. In the North, winter was everything to the world, so it was the pride of fighting against the world.
The limit line gently absorbed Quenor and the knights. Beyond the veil was pure white darkness. The whole world was dyed white and nothing could be seen. Quenore looked back. Evernode and the knights who had served him for half a lifetime were waiting with their swords drawn.
“I will lead the way and break through. Sirs, conserve your energy.”
Although they could only see a very faint shadow, Quenore could clearly sense that hundreds or thousands of monsters were waiting in front of them. Accelerated without slowing down. The wind in the margins brushed through Quenore’s cheeks like a razor. Quenore inhaled and exhaled. The breath heated by the circulating mana became white steam and scattered.
“I will go at once. You must never miss the lead.”
“”Yes, I understand!!””
The knights’ answers came through the blizzard. The Archduke started pouring out Auras from the beginning. The mana of those who gazed at the level of a grand sword master was an inexhaustible fountain. The monsters that became stronger under the influence of the fourth catastrophe, the limit line, believed in its power and rushed at it, disappearing without leaving a trace.
“… It’s no joke.”
Quenore bit his teeth in the snow that grew stronger and thicker. I could barely sense the presence of the knights when I spread my senses, but the space within the limit line had even a special magic power, and Quenore’s senses were gradually disorganized and dulled.
“Still, there is not much left. I can clearly feel the giant’s presence.”
Quenore constantly encouraged the knights. The knights were preparing for a fight, saving even their strength to answer. Quenore again organized the plan in his head. He blocks the advance of the giant here, and the hero Illroy blocks the wall. It seems that Quenor has wiped out half of the monsters that will invade the castle today, so Illroy will suffer less today.
Snow piled up under their feet and came up to the horse’s ankles. Quenore looked at the monsters blocking their way. about thirty. They were all intelligent bastards.
“I can’t go past this. How dare little things dare to reach his feet.”
A yeti stepped forward, widening his eyes. Beside them, abnormally gigantic trolls, ravens, grizzly bears, and other monsters showed their teeth and spewed life into Quenor.
“All swords.”
The blade scratched the scabbard and cried. The blizzard that began to blow violently is an unfavorable environment for humans. Quenore raised his mana. Simply raising it is not enough. Press with momentum, and raise the morale of the knights. more, stronger. Enough to blow away the blizzard within this limit line.
Kwaaa-!!
The aura rose. A vortex of magical power like a waterspout pushed back the blizzard and lit up the clock. The magic of disaster did not forgive the humans who rebelled against it. The monsters rushed at me after staining my eyes with blood. Quenore and the knights raised their swords.
“For Evernode.”
Quenore, who had uttered a short prayer, swung his sword. For the land, for the castle, for the knights, soldiers, and civilians. The strengthened monsters attacked the knights. Quenor squeezed out all his skills, emitted an aura, and slaughtered the monster. The knights sympathized with Quenore’s magic and raised their Aura. The auras resonated with each other and increased their size.
“die!!!”
The monster was excited, but Quenore was relatively calm. There is no resolution. He was only moving to complete the strategy he had set up. Stop the approaching giant. And kill as many monsters as possible. Quenore swung his sword. Red blood was left on the snow along the road they ran.
Two corps commanders shouted something and rushed at Quenore. Quenore’s hands and feet were tied. They tormented Quenor like those who had fought together for a long time. The claws flew in, hit and run moderately, making Quenore unable to move further.
Quenore did not give in. The monster’s teeth bit the horse’s neck, and the horse fell dead to the ground. The ankles of Quenore, who had fallen off the horse, were soaked in the snow. Taking advantage of that gap, the corps commanders fiercely attacked Quenore.
“Now stop giving me that head!!”
Quenor’s aura did not go off. With the eyes on the floor, Quenor created a whirlwind of aura that slashed the entire surrounding area. The bodies of all the approaching monsters, whether they were army commanders or minors, were cut into small pieces, creating a red blizzard.
“…”
Quenore let out a slightly disturbed breath and looked back. Of the 14 knights who had followed him, he could only see about 10. Perhaps the monsters attacked the horse intensively, but no one was riding the horse yet. Those who fell were buried in the pouring snow, bleeding from their chests and necks. Quenore closed his eyes and bowed at their bodies, then turned and went on his way again. There was no time to collect the body.
walked they walked a long way The limit line seemed to stretch the space within it. The ruins, lined with snow and fallen trees, seemed endless. The cold has already crossed the line that the average person can bear. Fallen tree stumps rattle and shake in the wind. Snowflakes began to cling to the knights’ hair and eyebrows.
The knights were strong against the cold. Even if their limbs became numb and the wind pierced their lungs and the blood in their bodies froze, they continued to advance without letting go of their swords. The knights’ hearts beat vigorously, supplying blood and mana.
how much longer would it take It was a time when even the broken trees were covered in the pouring snowstorm, and Quenore’s aura began to be disturbed little by little by the snowstorm. Quenore, who opened the way in the lead, stopped first and raised his head.
“…This is it.”
Hemel spoke behind Quenore’s back.
“Now I think I know what Illroy and Georg mean.”
Quenore murmured. it was too big It was nothing more than a form when it looked whitish from a great distance. As they got closer, even the watch, hidden by the blizzard, couldn’t bear to cover it all.
The giant stood tall. without any visible movement.
“…Were we trying to deal with something like that?”
Hemel spat out the words with a quiet voice.
“I’m trying to knock you down, I’m trying to kill you.”
“You tried to topple the mountains and dry the seas.”
Quenore smiled fiercely and bitterly. I realized what Illroy wanted to do. I could understand why the person who had to defeat him had to be Illoy. The power of the holy sword, swordsmanship. It didn’t matter.
“I have to do it anyway.”
The giant didn’t even move. In the first place, it was doubtful whether it was a living creature. The coniferous trees of the northern woods rose up beside the giant’s feet. The surroundings, though ridiculous, were as lofty, quiet and holy as in a temple. A giant is higher than a mountain and deeper than a canyon. When Quenore let out a sigh, breath mixed with the blue energy of mana leaked out of his mouth.
“Did you come to sacrifice yourself, the dark-haired knight?”
Demonic spirits were walking at the feet of the giant. both from the back and from the front. Monsters were pouring in from all sides.
“Destruction cannot be stopped.”
“No, the giant’s footsteps stop here.”
Deed deed deed.
A faint rumble came from the ground. The giant was about to move. Quenore had a premonition of death in the giant’s motion. In order to stop that, everyone here realized that it was possible to give their lives. Quenore looked back. Although tired, there were knights whose eyes were burning with speculation. And Quenore saw the path he had walked, the direction of Evernode. The snowstorm obscured the view like a curtain, so I couldn’t even see the outline of the landscape.
Illroy. Is it okay if I trust you
Quenore asked himself. Would it be okay to believe in that light and risk everything here?
Faces passed by. everything about yourself. The vassals and knights of Hela, Luke, Karin, and Evernode. view of the residents. Evernode summer and winter.
Quenore gripped his sword firmly. A new night was about to come.
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My body was heavy. It was the first time I felt that my body was heavy. Quenore broke through the monster’s encirclement and swung his sword at the giant with all his might. The giant’s leg flinched and stopped at Quenore’s attack. The giant did not speak. He did not pay attention to the insignificant creatures fighting and splattering blood at his feet. It seemed that only walking forward was its mission as a life.
Quenore felt a chill penetrate his body. The cost of invading giants is devastating. Quenore’s mana was shaken. Quenore felt the pain stabbing his heart with icicles and blood poured from his mouth.
However, it can be blocked.
Quenore swung his sword with only that fact in mind. Occasionally, the demons running away from the knights behind them were torn apart in the aftermath of the sword strike. After a short night, the sun rose again. The sun races toward the mid-heaven, then begins to disappear toward the west as if being sucked in.
Come to think of it, I couldn’t keep my promise to return by morning.
Quenor suddenly dropped his sword and looked back. How many knights are left? There weren’t many knights to be seen in the blizzard that got worse.
Was it delayed by a day?
Quenore let out a breath. I had to go back, but the way back was blocked by a monster wall. The giant looked like it would resume its pace at any moment if Quenore slowed down its attack. Is it impossible to go back? Quenore looked down at his hand, then squeezed his sword as if he had made up his mind.
Even if it means killing your life.
“Hamill.”
Quenore, who was about to tell him to go through the monster wall first, stopped after seeing Hemil’s expression. Hamil was staring blankly through the blizzard.
“Did you feel the Archduke too?”
huh?
Quenore hardened his face. did you feel Could it be that there is something more besides the giants and these monsters right now? Seeing Quenore’s face harden, Hamill shook his head.
“… I mean, there’s more.”
“No, not that… I feel a little different. Although it feels too strong,”
It’s like a warrior’s presence.
Quenore’s eyes widened. Something shining was rushing through the blizzard to this place with terrifying momentum. Passing by the blinking Quenore, a tremendous force of sword energy blew in.
Kwagwagwagwang-!!!
The demons literally evaporated. The momentum of the blizzard was being weakened by something. Quenore opened his eyes wide and saw the warrior’s face watching them from his horse. Like the savior, the hero had a glowing circle of thorns floating above his head.
“I told you not to push yourself so hard and come back right away.”
Illroy laughed as he dismounted. Quenore burst into laughter involuntarily.
“I told you to guard the wall, but what are you doing here?”
“You broke the mutual agreement. But you should remember that the Archduke broke first.”
Illroy then stepped forward. Whatever had happened, I felt a different level of energy from him than before. The light flowing from the holy sword was also shining with a more orderly feeling than before.
“You’re going to defeat the giant.”
The warrior nodded.
“The wounded will be picked up and returned by the other drivers who came with me. Anyone who insists on staying is at least knocked out and sent back.”
Quenore looked at Illroy as he turned to the knights. In those eyes, there was no uneasiness or fear.
tenacity.
It was the only emotion Quenore could read in his eyes.
“I will take care of the other monsters.”
Illroy spoke with an unwavering voice, firm enough to overshadow the blizzard.
“I will end the fourth plague here, now.”
Chills
F*ck Illroy that was cool af 🙇