5. Bread and dagger (37)
Carl is always honest.
Unlike the tongue, it was never swung around with lies. When the sword is fired and the sword begins to draw a trajectory, an unspoken declaration is made.
It was a sign of life and death.
It was an agreement in which nothing had to be considered except death and death. Mercy was unnecessary. Because clumsy sympathy only gave birth to mistakes.
At least in the North it was.
Sir Alex seemed to have learned that truth through long experience. Even though he was wearing heavy armor, his gait as he ran over the snow was ostentatious.
The sound of thumping footsteps didn’t even last.
It was a rush of terrifying speed. Before he knew it, he was ahead of a thick coniferous tree.
Right after that, the blow was swung as if it were natural.
It was a wild trajectory that was neither precise nor exquisite.
But that was enough.
Kwajik, the entire base of the tree explodes with a rupture.
Light yellow fibers exposed my skin. The collapse of trees that had lost their support was inevitable.
Shrill screams came from the trees.
An elven scout hiding in a coniferous tree had fallen down.
Sir Alex didn’t even cast a glance at him.
I just used my free hand to grab the elf’s skull.
After that, another burst sound was heard, and it was over.
The elf’s face was crushed terribly as he was slammed straight into the ground. It was a clean, instant death, without even the time to express a death sentence.
Only blood and brain water pouring down on the pure white snow testified to his death.
It was a movement that didn’t even feel the slightest hesitation. If Sir Alex were to be entrusted with an elf partner, there would be no surviving elf.
So it didn’t work.
I was in Avian’s presence, but what I needed was information.
The supply and demand of elves meant nothing to me.
If you’ve already majored in it, you’ve set it up countless times. Starting with a demon with a name, a demon hidden in an orphanage, and recently, a demon’s family.
There was no honor that would return to me by defeating elves or the like.
Wouldn’t it be better to hear something sad about the saintess?
In that case, it would have been better to capture the elves alive.
My sprint was as quick as Sir Alex’s.
Several signs were transmitted through the cracks of the extremely sensitive senses. Because they were so faint, at first glance, the breaths felt like part of nature.
Come to think of it, Avian was like that too.
No matter how hostile he may be, I hadn’t properly noticed Avian’s presence hidden behind the tree. This was a sensation that had not been felt in the brick academy.
Could it be that the elf’s presence fades when he is among natural objects?
I kicked the ground violently, making such a hypothesis.
Right after I felt a strong anti-elastic force from the ground I stepped on.
Before I knew it, I was facing an elf hiding in a coniferous tree. The eyes of the elf woman with a delicate impression widened.
Several thoughts passed through those distrustful eyes.
It is not a normal human leg strength.
impossible.
got it wrong
It was not a false impression.
It soared several meters in height with a single leap. Swordsmen who reached Expert were monsters with this level of power without exception.
There are said to be hundreds of superhumans throughout the continent.
All I could say was that the progress of the elves who encountered the two of them was the worst.
The elf tried belatedly, but it ended the moment he met my eyes.
She tried to draw the bowstring, but when she felt no sensation, she looked away.
There was nothing left where the arm should be.
I could see only tears and blood oozing out.
“Oh, pole… … !”
With a click, the hilt hit the elf’s temple.
It was a blow that was delivered before he could even scream.
If you make a sound, demonic beasts roaming the coniferous forest could come in droves. The chance of falling into a crisis was small, but the more careful you were, the better.
One of the elves fell helplessly and landed under a tree.
Not only was the snow piled up on the ground, but also soft moss. The withered elf would not die if it fell.
If you die, you can’t help it.
At the same time, I grabbed the flying arrow with a thud.
A belated astonishment erupted.
“Emily!”
It was an elf woman again.
She gritted her teeth and glared at me with hate. An arrowhead with fierce intent to kill was aimed at it.
That number is three.
I was dumbfounded and laughed.
“How can you shoot three arrows with that bow… … .”
At that time, a strange current caught my senses.
A gentle and blowing wind.
In this land of the north wind, such a gentle wind can blow?
I hurriedly put my sword into the scabbard, and three arrows shot into the sky rushed towards me, drawing a strange trajectory.
First, shoot down one with the arrow you were holding.
He took one of the remaining arrows with his hand, struck the other one off, and threw it back at the elf.
The elf seemed taken aback, but soon showed a calm response.
As soon as the whistle blew, the arrow that had been shot bounced out of the air with a thud.
If I had been an ordinary prosecutor, I would have been in a bit of a predicament.
It must have descended to the ground at least once.
Unfortunately for an elf, however, I wasn’t a swordsman who fought standardly.
On the contrary, there was a separate throwing weapon that I was most confident about.
A silver trail running through the air with an empty breath.
Both speed and mass were so superior that arrows were incomparable. By the time he noticed, a dull shock had already been applied to his shoulder.
Pak, and blood splashed into the air like a celebration cannon.
Before the elf woman could react, I returned the hatchet with Jung Jung-dong’s trick. The contracted muscles did not let go of the axe, so the elf woman’s body leaned slightly.
and just fall down.
I jumped to the ground and grabbed the returned hatchet.
After that, I walked around, in front of the elf.
At first glance, the elf scouting party seemed to consist of four. Two of them seemed to be somewhat less skilled, and I wondered if the other two were senior members.
If you see that you can at least resist.
Of course, I was no match for Sir Alex.
Sir Alex also appeared to be on the verge of disposing of the remaining elven scouts. I asked, “Whoa,” watching the breath scattering in pure white.
It was a cold voice befitting a northerner.
“Do you want to live?”
“Shut up… … !”
Despite being an elf with a particularly strong desire to survive, the woman’s eyes were filled with hatred.
The terrible pain was evident from the wriggling gestures wrapped around my shoulders.
The tone that flowed through the mouth of the mouth was hot.
The heat is enough to melt the snow.
“You guys, you think I’ll beg for my life?! We wouldn’t be like this if it wasn’t for you… … !”
“If they had won, that would have been us.”
I sighed and lowered my body, exhaling a breath that was about to become slightly rough.
It was to make eye contact with the elf woman.
Her eyelashes were quivering. It meant that the emotional agitation was extreme.
“It’s nice to meet you though, I’m not from the North. As long as I get the necessary information, I have no enmity with you… I promise to release you safely.”
“Cool, twee!”
Bloody saliva was spit out.
It seemed that he wanted to spit it in my face, but he couldn’t reach me because he lacked his strength.
I let out a deep sigh.
and the next moment.
Pak, the elf’s face slammed into the ground. Before I knew it, my hand was holding the elf’s head and pressing it against the ground.
Under the soft moss, the frozen ground awaits.
First of all, I would have felt the sensation of my nose bones being crushed, and it would be difficult to breathe more than that.
As evidence of that, the elf let out a suppressed scream and struggled with its arms and legs. I fumbled and pulled out the dagger with my free hand, but that was it.
I snatched the elf’s dagger as easily as twisting a child’s wrist.
As the elf’s wrist was broken in the process, a more pitiful scream erupted.
“Huh, uhhhhh! uuu!”
Although buried in the ground, it did not resonate in the air.
how much time has passed like that
I grabbed the elf’s hair again and listened.
The elf’s eyes now contained a clear fear.
“If you don’t resist, you won’t use violence. I promise… Instead, be more defiant and I don’t know what to do with you.”
Because you are not the only elf.
Although omitted, the context of what I said contained such a warning.
The elf woman showed a slight hesitation.
If even one reconnaissance team was like this, the rift of conflict between humans and elves seemed beyond imagination.
The car was contemplating whether or not to slam the elf’s face into the ground again.
“Cheak!”
A short, low-pitched scream erupted.
The eyes of the elf woman and I were immediately directed to the epicenter. There, an elf man who had collapsed with a lot of blood before he knew it was seated there.
The one standing proudly in front of him was Sir Alex.
There was no weapon in his hand. It seems that he dropped his sword on the ground during the fight, but it may have been on purpose.
His gauntlets were covered in blood.
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Judging by the swollen face of the elf man, it seemed that he had been mercilessly beaten. Sir Alex took hold of the sword that had fallen to the ground only then, as he hesitated and tried to step back.
What followed after that was clear.
A pitiful howl flowed from the elf woman’s mouth.
“Oh, Matisse… … !”
It was a pretty mournful tone.
The trembling voice made even Sir Alex look back at her for a moment. The elf woman was reacting more dramatically than when her life was threatened.
Of course, it wasn’t Sir Alex who cared about this.
He was about to strike the sword like an executioner undoing the reins of a guillotine.
It was then that someone came into my eyes after a moment of hesitation.
Avian.
That little girl was running desperately. The desperate expression on his face showed nothing but his determination to stop Sir Alex somehow.
Even if that is the case, it will be a long time late.
I couldn’t use magic. Tied up in restraints, Avian was destined to have his head explode as soon as Nana or Neris-senpai memorized the starting language.
Even so, the appearance of running, well.
The time when the swordplay drew the trajectory of the beheading, and the elven woman and Avian looked at each other in despair.
Kang, a sharp metal crash echoed.
Perhaps because the momentum they collided with was quite large, a small spark flew out. Sir Alex staggered for a moment at the sudden shock, but immediately straightened his posture.
The curious eyes of the old knight turned to me.
It had to be.
Because it was me who stopped him.
To be precise, it was the hatchet I had thrown.