179 – Great Wind (2)
“What is that?”
“… … .”
“Fire! Buri!”
“Yes, yes. It’s fire.”
Chester reached out, and Rex took the telescope from Chester’s waist and put it in his hand.
Chester casually brought the telescope to his eyes, spread it out, and adjusted the lens magnification to see what was going on in the distant town.
The first thing that caught my eye was someone swinging something and someone else collapsing. It was far away, so I could only see a blurry silhouette, but maybe someone had brandished a weapon and killed someone else.
‘Is it a thief?’
Chester took out a bottle of water, quenched his thirst and adjusted the magnification of the telescope again.
Then you see a slightly wider view.
A burning village, a haze created by the heat of the fire, and people shaking and killing each other in the haze.
“Well. Should I avoid it?”
“OK. I don’t want to get involved.”
Chester and Monia decided to wait at a suitable distance until the conflict stopped.
In case the raiders who raided that village might find a fire and come back, the family does not light a fire and wraps themselves in a large cloth and endures it.
But unfortunately, things in the world did not work out as they wished.
Quite naturally, some of the villagers who were being killed started running away. And the largest number of residents were running to where Chester and Monia were.
“You’re out of luck.”
“What are you going to do?”
“how will we do it. What do you want to do?”
“Can I help? If you help them cooperate, you will be able to gain knowledge of the desert.”
“It doesn’t make sense.”
“But is it better than nothing?”
“right. But what if the raiders burning that village were the right ones?”
“Well then, um.”
When Chester offered a different angle, Monia kept her mouth shut.
What if the villagers dying from being attacked are bad and the assailants are good?
There was no mention of willingly helping the villagers to kill the attackers like before.
Chester pulled out Monia’s machete while waiting for Monia’s answer. Chester’s machete was lost while fighting a storm in the sea and killing a shark, so he had no choice but to borrow Monia’s machete.
The moment you hold the machete firmly with your hand wearing the ring, the metal of the ring and the repulsive machete begin to vibrate with a soft glow.
“In case you don’t know, should I cover my face?”
“Face?”
“Because it could get in trouble if your face is known to other desert tribes later.”
It was just about being prepared for an unexpected situation. Chester, who covered his face with a suitable cloth wrapped around his neck and head, rose from his seat and started running forward, swinging his shiny and vibrating machete.
‘Now, what should I do?’
Which side should I kill and which side should I stick to?
* * *
‘Is it a death god?’
The desert warrior who was running away from the raiders suddenly saw something rising in front of his eyes and thought so.
It seemed to have risen from the depths of the desert, and what appeared to be sand dripping from its body was an unidentified being with a black cloth covering its head and possessing something like claws that scattered strange light.
In fact, you might think it was a person just by looking at its shape, but the warrior in the desert thought it was absolutely not a person.
All the desert warriors knew were two limbs. I don’t remember learning that a being with a huge glowing claw that drips sand from all over the body like that is a human being.
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That being is not a person.
What kind of person could run like that in this sandy field? Anyone would get their feet caught in the sand and collapse, but the being in front of them was running smoothly as if the sand didn’t catch them.
‘It’s an evil spirit.’
That was the demon of the desert.
have heard
I’ve heard stories of the terrifying desert demons who rip out the eyes of those who betray their tribe, blind them, rip out their ears so that they cannot hear, and rip out their tongues so that they cannot speak.
The being was born from the sands of the desert. When someone commits a terrible crime, the desert molds sand and creates demons to represent its wrath.
If so, who did that evil spirit appear to punish?
“… … !!”
Then, suddenly, a woman’s voice broke out from behind the demon of the desert.
Could it be the voice of a miserable victim who was struck by the demon of the desert before them?
He was screaming, but I couldn’t understand a word he was saying. It must have been pulled out by an evil spirit.
The moment I thought so, the evil spirit’s shining claws moved.
Those bizarre claws that swayed endlessly embroidered the desert night like a fantasy, and when I came to my senses, the claws passed through my body smoothly as if they had left my body and cut only my soul.
‘Is the soul cut?’
That was my last thought. The dismembered body of a desert warrior is scattered on the ground.
The demon of the desert, seized with terror, swiftly slaughtered those who tried to flee, then gently passed between the assailants pursuing them, flying sand and cloth and shedding light.
“what!”
“Catch it!”
The bewildered assailants reacted belatedly, but the demon of the desert passed them through the gap created by them moving to catch the demon of the desert, as if they were seeing the future.
As if it were truly an elusive ghost, the assailants who tried to capture the desert demon alternately looked at the departing desert demon and the dismembered corpses of their enemies with a possessed expression.
“Are we dreaming?”
“No, hold on to that! Catch me! That evil spirit can’t go to the village!”
“uh? It’s good that we only killed our enemies.”
“right.”
“yes.”
“Then what if you turn around and kill us too!”
“… … Wouldn’t the great wind take care of it?”
“If you are a warrior leader, it seems like you can catch evil spirits.”
“You crazy bastards!!”
* * *
Chester recalled Monia’s cry he had just heard.
“Chester! The warrior of the plains! There’s a plains warrior on the raider’s side! Black cloth and a big ax!”
Immediately after hearing that, Chester, who was contemplating whether to kill the assailant or the victim until right before colliding with the desert warriors, killed the victims without hesitation.
Wouldn’t it be nice to get help from someone who knows the face in this foreign land where you don’t know the front and don’t know the north, south, east, and west?
run on the sand
It was not easy to run because the shape of the land was so different from the forest, but Chester was able to overcome the traps of the sand that caught people’s ankles by maximizing his senses and running.
When a spot with a slight slope appears, if it is downhill, use the sand to quickly slide down.
Then, if there is an uphill climb, step on it slightly at an angle and climb it as comfortably as possible while running.
I was not used to it, so at first it took a lot of effort and I made a lot of mistakes, but as I gradually got used to the desert, my movements started to gain momentum.
In addition, the place Chester is going now is the place where the village was built. In other words, it is said that the ground is harder than other places.
In fact, my legs, which seemed to be sunk knee-deep in the sand, gradually came out of the sand and only reached the ankle level, and the endlessly dry desert air, perhaps thanks to the oasis around the village, slightly moistened my dry throat and made it easier to breathe. .
And the moment he reached the village, Chester stepped on a rock and started running properly.
As if it was a lie that he had run like the wind up until now, Chester ran as he melted into the tumult of the town.
“what?!”
“Hee!”
Both the assailants and the victims were frightened by his completely unhuman appearance and avoided Chester without realizing it.
After stepping on a nearby load and leaping, Chester stepped on the window frame and jumped again, holding on to the truss and giving strength.
Riding on the momentum of the run, I tightened my back and pulled the arm holding the truss. Then Chester’s body spun and climbed onto the roof, and Chester stepped on the roof and ran in a straight line, ignoring the shape of the street.
“What did I just see?”
dark night. in the chaos of battle. Of course, everyone who saw Chester’s movements turned their faces as if possessed by a ghost.
Is that what they saw now a man with limbs?
‘Certainly the warrior of that meadow.’
After running through the town for some time and looking around, Chester found a desert warrior who was prominently active in this chaos.
Is it right to call him a warrior of the desert? Did his soul move from the grasslands to the desert?
It is impressive to see that the strength of lightly wielding a two-pronged sword has become stronger, and fiercely wielding a huge ax that looks much heavier with one hand.
When caught by his axe, whether it be a person or a house, it crumbles into pieces as if it were smashed to pieces.
Chester jumped from roof to roof, stepping on the collapsed building one last time and then leaping high into the sky.
At that striking motion, Urgo swung the ax while looking up at the sky without realizing it, and Chester smiled at the ax that didn’t reach him and showed the machete.
A blue tattoo. A machete that glows and makes strange noises. With just those two striking features, Urgo knew who the monster was in front of him.
“Chester?! Why are you here?!”
“I came from the island. By the way, would you like to say something? I don’t know your name yet.”
Chester landed on the face of Urgo’s axe, then jumped back and brandished his machete at the desert warrior who was aiming for Urgo.
The sound of cutting meat. The sound of breaking bones. Without any of that, the machete moves and cuts people into pieces as if it were cutting air.
Chester landed past the dismembered corpse, and turned to look at Urgo again.
Urgo also said, looking at Chester with a blank expression.
“Didn’t I tell you my name on the island?”
“Well? did you hear I guess I didn’t say anything. It was so long ago that I don’t remember.”
“… … hahahahaha.”
Urgo laughed involuntarily at Chester’s carefree attitude.
They died and tried to kill each other like that, tried to kidnap someone they loved, and fought to the death while becoming covered in blood.
“I think we were enemies.”
“So, are you going to target Monia again?”
“It is not.”
“All right then. So, what is your name?”
Urgo gestured to his watchful men to resume the fight, then slung the bloodied ax over his shoulder and said:
“Urgoda. Are you thinking of going through the desert? Then I will help you until then.”
“You know my name, right?”
“Because Monia cried out your name so much.”
“Right. great. I’ll take care of you until you leave the desert. Pay off your debt to us.”
“Is it life debt? I want that debt to end at the cost of taking my sword. You can’t even kill me anyway.”
“I don’t know because it wasn’t me who took the sword, right? and could kill If that bastard didn’t shoot anything weird, I’d win.”
“No, you are dead. Look at the reality and speak.”
“Then, go back to the island and tell the black wind about the sword.”
“I hate that. Is that monster’s name Black Wind?”
“Don’t call my friend a monster.”
Having said that, Chester held out his hand.
Urgo also held out his hand and shook it.
“Then take care of me until we leave the desert.”
“Welcome to the Golden Land, Chester.”