154 Barbarian Road (6)
The chieftain had an ax in his hand.
The ax that beheaded the man next to him at the coming-of-age ceremony.
“You make money by killing people, not monsters, do you think this is the right thing to do as a warrior?”
The hot, hot head cools down.
unexpected situation.
No, I thought I would face it someday, but I didn’t know it would be today.
He calmed his breath and made a quick decision.
and… … .
1. Apologize for making a mistake.
2. Don’t be fooled by excuses.
I immediately erased both options from my mind.
Hey, I know what kind of race barbarians are.
Although it may seem easier and more reasonable to the average person, it should never be mistaken.
There is only one remedy.
“Chief, this is what you should have done.”
Just hitting like a barbarian.
“… … You sound funny.”
The chief’s lips twisted.
“Tell me, what does that mean?”
The moment you open your mouth, it feels like an ax is being wielded.
But I open my shoulders proudly.
A fault becomes a fault when you try to admit it.
Conversely, what if I don’t admit it?
become a belief Whatever the essence, there is a possibility that it will be packaged like that.
That’s what I have to do right now.
“Literally. What I did today is what you should have done earlier!”
for a cause, not for selfishness.
Raise your voice without losing in front of the tribal chief.
“Chief! Do you know how many people die each month in the labyrinth?”
“You cannot become a warrior if you are afraid of death.”
clash of beliefs and beliefs.
As a young warrior for his clan, he lashes out in rage for the future of his clan.
Rather, I decided that this was the safer way.
The chieftain loves the warrior.
“Bjorn son of Yandel, you know that. Only the surviving warriors become strong warriors.”
Perhaps he thought it was because he really thought about the tribe, and the chief’s voice softened a little.
But if it ends here, it will be neither porridge nor rice.
I asked.
“Only the surviving warriors get stronger?”
“You are the proof!”
It’s definitely not wrong.
Half die on first entry.
Then half die again.
So, when half a year has passed since the coming-of-age ceremony, a total of 90% of them die.
A deformed structure that is difficult to even call survival of the fittest.
To survive there, you have to be strong even if you don’t want to be strong.
However… … .
“Chief, did you die so many times when you first became a warrior?”
“Not like that.”
It was the expected answer.
I didn’t really study past records, but even if this structure had continued for ten more years, the Barbarian would have been in a situation where he couldn’t even give him a weapon at his coming-of-age ceremony.
“Then why do we die so many times because we are weaker than them? Chief, do you really think so?”
“This too… … Not like that.”
There is a way to avoid adverse statements, but the chief of the tribe answered the questions frankly.
You probably know the map.
What is the decisive cause of the situation that has reached this point?
“In the labyrinth, there are monsters in human disguise. They treat us like goblins. Why do you think so?”
“Wizards take our hearts—”
said the chieftain.
I cut off my words resolutely and shouted.
“no! Because you didn’t do anything!”
If it were a different race, they would have asked the royal family to make a law that would prevent them from trading hearts.
But our chieftain didn’t even make the slightest effort.
Using the tradition of survival of the fittest as a shield.
I just watched as the race went down.
“I should have at least warned you of the danger! I should have told you what monsters lurk in the labyrinth and how to deal with them, and prepared them!”
“It is a tradition that has been passed down from the time of our ancestors. I can’t change that—”
“Our ancestors wanted us to be strong!!”
The tribal chief’s decision could not even be seen as a matter of providence. There is no beast that chooses to die on its own anywhere in the vast expanse of nature.
Everyone chooses to evolve to adapt to a new environment.
But because the chief of the tribe did not do such a natural thing.
“Chief! Look at us now! In the labyrinth, we became as easy prey as goblins. Because only monsters were taught to be enemies! But did your ancestors wish for this?”
“… … Calm down the excitement.”
“If I were you, I would have worn leather boots. He should have given you a pocket to hold the magic stones. I should have taught you how to use a compass in advance—”
“Didn’t I tell you to calm down now!!!”
Oh, did I cross the line a bit?
The cry of the chieftain, beaten with facts by a warrior less than a year old, shook the forest.
“Say it out loud! So what do you want to say to me!”
I can’t logically refute it, but it looks like the heat is soaring to me just listening to it.
“If you don’t do it right… … .”
I swallowed my saliva and continued the last line.
“I will do it, chieftain.”
for me.
And for us barbarians.
***
After I proudly stated my aspirations.
The chieftain was silent for a while.
He stared at me quietly, as if to organize his thoughts.
and… … .
‘I swung the ax first.’
Once back, dodge the axe.
In the [Giant] state, he reached out his hand and grabbed the sword, and a struggle began.
It was a triumphant victory for the chieftain.
A giant over 3m long hung from an ax and floated in the air.
So, he laid down his ax and ran towards the chieftain.
Well then… … .
‘fist.’
Yes, I shoved my fist into the chieftain’s face.
However, I did not feel the heavy hand feeling as usual, and when I woke up, I saw the chief’s big fist in front of me.
This was the last thing I remember.
‘… … Then this must be the chief’s tent.’
After calmly organizing the situation, I slowly opened my eyes.
As expected, it was a tent, and the chieftain was visible.
“You woke up early.”
“… … Chieftain, your nose is in.”
“So are you.”
okay? Somehow, I couldn’t breathe well.
It tastes like blood when swallowing saliva.
I opened my backpack next to the bed, took out a bottle of potion, and took a few sips. And handed the rest to the chieftain.
“Eat yourself.”
“… … done. Why waste a potion? If you leave it alone, it will be better tomorrow.”
Well, that’s it.
I roughly aligned the nose bone with my hand, then wiped the blood that had accumulated as if blowing my nose and rubbed it on the bed.
And got to the point.
This is the first thing you should check.
“Are you all over?”
“… … I wasn’t mad at first.”
“Then why?”
“I just felt a little cheeky and wanted to hit him.”
Anyway, I didn’t say anything because it seemed like the anger had been resolved now.
The important thing will be different.
‘Fortunately, it worked out.’
He declared in front of the chieftain that he would become the chieftain.
It wasn’t that I spit out words out of excitement.
I just expected that the chieftain wouldn’t kill me or do anything for this.
“Are you so greedy for my seat?”
“okay.”
Barbarians are not ashamed of their ambitions and ambitions.
Even more so if beliefs and causes are intertwined.
“After all, you are different from other warriors.”
“What do you mean?”
“Other warriors wanted tribal chiefs for their honor. But you are only for our tribe.”
Fortunately, it doesn’t seem to be a suspicion of evil spirits.
It seems that the chief of the tribe doesn’t seem to hate me like this. Clearly, if the pack width had been reduced a little, there would have been no harm done.
Anyway, did the chieftain have any excuses?
He said something a little out of the ordinary.
“To be honest, the tribal leader of the squadron was similar to you. When it comes to our clan’s business, we’ve come forward without any hesitation. So do you know what happened?”
“Are you talking about the holy war?”
“okay.”
holy war.
It was the name given to the war with the fairies 10 years ago.
A tragedy that began when a barbarian accidentally picked up a fairy relic from a labyrinth.
The fairies captured and interrogated the barbarians with the holy relics, and the barbarians stubbornly resisted.
And died.
“Before the royal family intervened, we fought the fairies for over a year. Even the chief of the squadron was killed in that battle.”
The War of the Hallows was the biggest cause of this weakening of the barbarians’ power.
Countless warriors who should lead the next generation died.
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Meanwhile, the tower announced that the barbarian heart was valuable as a magic ingredient.
“I met Top-ju, but they asked why they had to give up magic materials for us.”
Well, it really wasn’t that hard at all.
“But I couldn’t go to war with Mato.”
“So, like I said—”
“Yeah, it would have been better than now if you had taught the young warriors about the dangers as you said.”
“What?”
I was startled, as if I had heard something I couldn’t hear, and the chief of the tribe grinned.
“You’re still young, warrior, what you did this time was to instill hatred toward humans in the warriors.”
“Not humans, but predators.”
“If you believe it will really make a difference, then I misunderstood you.”
“… … But why can’t we hate humans?”
I asked out of pure curiosity, and the chieftain gave an answer after a few moments.
“If we hate them, there is no place for us to live.”
“The Lafdonia royal family was afraid.”
It’s not that I don’t understand
Because I am well aware of how enormous the power of the royal family is.
But the chieftain muttered bitterly.
“What in this world is not afraid of him? If the day comes when you meet him, you will understand me.”
It’s not like an army under the royal family.
King, as if afraid of his very existence.
***
After that, the conversation ended briefly.
[I’ll turn a blind eye to you teaching warriors about marauders. But if you go further, you won’t be disappointed. Don’t let the warriors harbor great hatred towards humans.]
I wasn’t chosen as the successor, but it meant that I would acknowledge my ambitions and tolerate even if I could increase my influence within the tribe.
Well, I was warned to keep the good, but… … .
A reward that could not have been obtained if you were in a hurry to admit your mistake or make excuses.
[If you covet my place, get stronger, warrior. And prove that you deserve it. I will watch over you.]
[Oh, and one more thing.]
[Your fists are quite spicy.]
Hey, who’s going to say it?
He left the tent for the last time with praise, not the chief’s praise.
The time when the sun sets over the castle walls.
Barbarians around the tent were full.
Everyone was looking at me.
Starting with a baby barbarian, even the elders who would have blown away quite a bit in their youth.
“You’re fine.”
“The chief said he had a nosebleed… … .”
“Then really… … .”
Seeing me back alive from the tent without limbs, I’ve been waking up with a deep curiosity. I roughly arranged my backpack positions once and walked between them.
They looked but didn’t come.
He must have thought that I hated the tribal chief.
It was time to go a few steps further.
“Bjorn!!”
Ainar came to me.
“Are you okay? I heard you had a fight with the chieftain!”
“Oh, I’m fine.”
“So what happened? You said you were going to become the chief of the tribe?”
The moment Ainar asked with a fastball.
The ears of nearly a hundred barbarians pricked up at the same time.
It would be impossible to just disappear from here.
I smiled and answered.
“I told you to become stronger and prove your qualifications.”
I immediately felt a buzz around me.
There were those who were surprised, and there were those who thought it would be impossible no matter how much I was there. Surprisingly, there were some who said that it would take several years with realistic grounds.
Perhaps the chieftain thought the same way.
However… … .
“therefore? Bjorn, what did you say?”
Then I answered.
“It won’t take long.”
Yes, I answered that way.
***
On the way back to the city with Ainar, I met Charon.
And firmly nailed it.
When teaching baby barbarians, don’t hate humans too much.
“Ha, but! Didn’t I say humans are enemies?”
“Not everyone is an enemy.”
It’s almost like they’ve changed their minds now, but when he told Dwalki about it, Charon agreed.
“Yes, even among humans, such a noble man… … . May I tell this story to the other warriors?”
“Are you talking about Dwalkie?”
“That would be a great example! We love such warriors so much!”
“Did you not hear me? Not a warrior, but a wizard.”
“haha! You sound weird. You fought with your life to protect your comrades, so why aren’t you a warrior?”
Uh, I have nothing to say when I say that… … .
We just ended the discussion and ended the conversation.
“Then we’ll see.”
“okay! See you next time, Bjorn son of Yandel! A great warrior who will lead us in the future!”
It feels like the modifier is getting longer again… … .
‘Is it still well over?’
For reference, the money copying bug was left alone.
Even the chieftain was concerned that the hatred would intensify, but he told me to stay within the allowable range up to this point.
In the first place, the money copying bug will be blocked in a few months.
Is it because the looters were targeting barbarians so much because it was low risk and high return?
‘Once the rumors start to circulate that we have changed, the cubs who risk their lives will disappear.’
But what if it’s a Tier 3 monster?
If you’re a sane bastard, you’ll jump right away when you see it.
Droo cute
Soon after leaving the holy land, I led Ainar to my house. And after finishing a tearful meal on the first floor, he gave me an empty next room just in time.
“Can I really sleep in a place like this? … ?”
“Of course. You don’t have to pay it back later. Now, this is no big deal—”
“Biyo—reuu!!! I will follow you for the rest of my life!!”
“… … Be quite. This is not a holy place.”
“Oh, was it?!”
That was the time to pay attention to Ainar.
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My door, where no one should have been, opened from inside.
“… … Bjorn? Who is that girl next to you?”
“Oh, were you here?”
As a member of the team I will be working with in the future, I briefly introduced myself. We had talked about each other a few times before, so there was no need for a long explanation.
“nice to meet! Missha Karlstein!! I’ve heard a lot about it! Bjorn’s comrade is my comrade!! I wish you all the best in the future!”
Perhaps he was nervous because it was his first meeting with a colleague, Ainar almost screamed and held out his hand.
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Misha was also perplexed.
“Ah oh… … . Nice to meet you… … .”
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Misha, who was shaking Ainar’s hand as if almost possessed, came to my senses.
And whispered into my ear.
“Hey, is he really the Ainar you talked about? I must have said I was a barbarian back then!!”
“By the way?”
“Wherever he looks, he looks like a barbarian!!”
Who doesn’t look like a barbarian?
I didn’t understand it at first, but when I think about it, I can understand the surprising feeling. When I say barbarian, I usually imagine that I lay 2m on the floor.
The problem is that Ainar must have heard that.
“Misha Karlstein!! Height, are you insulting me for being short!!! I sincerely thought of you as a precious colleague… … !!”
“Ah! nope. You heard it wrong!”
“I have good ears!!”
“Mi, sorry! He didn’t mean it that way. huh? Just because you’re so pretty… … yes! So that’s why—”
“What!! Mischa Karlstein, how much more do you intend to insult me? duel! Request a duel!!”
Ainar starts screaming as soon as the trauma button is pressed and Misha calms it down.
As I watched, I got a strong headache.
“Ugh… … Head… … .”
The head struck by the chieftain must have not fully healed yet.
Well, nothing.
Otherwise, it cannot be explained.
The five members of the team haven’t even gathered yet, but the thorny road is already dazzling in front of us.
Disaster alarm joined the party!