202 Prey caught in a trap
***[Chief of Silvermoon]***
Ah, the moment I did that, arrows started flying.
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Dirt and stones rose up with a bang.
The hot energy mixes with the stone and bounces in all directions.
But arrows were not meant to hit people.
Arrows were pouring towards the space between the traitors and this side.
A roar and an explosion ensued, and the distance between the traitors increased in an instant.
Both this side and the other side are surprised by the previous experience of having their limbs cut off and run.
The Silvermoon Chief was also startled and avoided at first, but soon realized something was wrong.
The sound is loud, but no one has a body part falling off or round even though the arrows explode like crazy.
The wounds were no more than abrasions from stones.
The traitor and this side were the same.
Compared to before, the power of arrows is almost insignificant.
There was only dust and the sound of explosions.
As the distance between this side and the traitors widens, the arrows get closer as if chasing them.
Because of that, the distance between this side and that side kept widening.
‘Are you trying to separate us?’
The senses familiar with combat signal danger.
The Silvermoon Chief snatched the reins and shouted.
“They’re deliberately trying to separate us from the traitor! Don’t back down. The power of these arrows is insignificant! Terrible!”
Saying that, he was about to turn the reins to the traitor.
Several arrows exploded, hitting friendly warriors.
The moment the arrow exploded, the warrior’s upper body disappeared from sight before the sound.
It was a completely different power than before.
Another explosion of arrows followed, killing several warriors.
Alas.
The Silvermoon Chief clicked his tongue hard.
As the distance with the traitor fell a little, it seemed that they were able to distinguish between allies and enemies.
In this way, the victim would not know which arrow had the most power.
Only those who shoot will know.
You cannot approach the traitor.
Arrows exploded nearby again.
Maybe the enemy was aiming at himself.
The reason he couldn’t hit himself was probably simply because the distance was too far.
I don’t have proof, but that’s what I thought.
“father!”
The 15th son shouts and runs this way.
“Don’t come this way! Go in the direction the arrow is coming from! We must hurry.”
As he shouted, the son immediately recognized his meaning.
Right before entering this city, I was thinking that maybe this place might be a trap.
I didn’t notice it at first, but by the time I got around here, I had the feeling that the kingdom and the red hawk were cleverly maneuvering.
If this city had a gate, it would not have entered.
But this place, like an abandoned city, was empty on the side of the gate.
Then I thought it was fine.
Steppe tribes are much faster and stronger than kingdom gnomes.
If you go head-to-head, you win.
It wasn’t just conceit, it was understandable enough when I think about all the guys I’ve met so far.
The number has decreased somewhat, but this one is 100,000.
If you run into them in the city, you have a chance.
Rather, it may be advantageous because it is a fight inside the castle wall.
While approaching them, sacrifices will follow, but they cannot shoot arrows when approached.
I can’t use the other side’s strong point, the explosion.
I thought that if I could get close, I had a good chance.
If you are in danger, then run away.
If the gates were open, they thought that they would be able to get out in case of danger, even if it took some sacrifice.
He told the warriors close to him, including his son and the silver moon.
It’s said to take some risks and get close to them to fight.
“…”
I made that decision because I wanted their arrows.
Even at the risk, I wanted these guys’ arrows.
At first, he only hated it, but changed his mind after seeing countless steppe warriors dying.
These arrows can completely change the landscape of the grasslands.
And the red hawk already has it, and when this war is over, the red hawk becomes the strongest in the plains.
After that, it was obvious.
In the grassland, the red hawk is said to be gentle and generous, but they are also warriors of the grassland.
It is equally ruthless to enemies, and we, the Silvermoon and our tribe, are destined to fight forever until one of us dies.
If they grow stronger, the Silvermoon Clan will perish.
I couldn’t leave it like that.
I need these strange arrows and the people who make them.
It must be as much as the red hawk, or even less.
By any means, by all means.
If it was an arrow that the red hawk could explode, of course the silver moon could also be used.
Even if you can’t find an arrow maker, once you’ve secured a certain amount, your 15th son should be able to research it and make it.
If only I could have one.
I thought so.
‘But I can’t believe the child of the moon really appears.’
It was unimaginable.
Fear overwhelms the aura of the earth that covers the entire air.
He didn’t believe in the legend, so he didn’t have to look at other tribes.
There is only one way left.
Running through the rain of arrows and killing the child of the moon.
That way, a legend is just a legend, and we have to prove that the kingdom guy standing over there is just a simple human being.
There is no other way out of this situation.
The energy of the earth that had filled the empty air a little while ago was fading little by little.
It seems that the release of the energy of the earth has stopped at some point.
To the extent that they didn’t even notice, most of the warriors were still in confusion.
The Silvermoon Chief felt that people should no longer be given time to think.
Hurry, hurry, before they truly feel and accept this phenomenon.
‘We have to find out that this is a nice lie when everyone else hasn’t realized it yet.’
There is no way such a child of the moon exists in this world.
The Silvermoon Chief urged his words, trying hard to calm himself down like that.
As he and the Silvermoon warriors urged all directions, the other warriors followed suit as was customary.
Arrows rained down more as they ran through the city.
Warriors were killed by arrows from all sides, from the sides and from behind.
But now we have to go a little further.
“Come forward with the honor of the prairie! They have harmed my family and trampled on the land of my children! Do not back down! Proud warriors, bravely defeat our enemies!”
As he exclaimed, his son and several others shouted similar words.
Hurghuru, hurluru, making warlike noises, the warriors ran through the city.
***[Heroine Oscar]***
There are a total of 8 entrances to the city centered on the north, south, east and west.
Two of them had missing gates.
Although there is no official data, the reason was written in the diary of the head of the house.
It is said that the royal family did not like the fact that the duke’s castle was located too close to the royal capital.
It was briefly mentioned that mine development was halted and two gates were removed for fear of possible misunderstandings.
At that time, the war with the Hoven Marquess continued day after day, and it seemed that it was dangerous to become distant from the royal family.
The loss of the city gate was the biggest reason why this city became a destination to attract the steppe tribes.
Even if they suspected it was a trap, they thought they would jump in if the gate didn’t exist in the first place.
In modern warfare, no one would have done such a stupid thing.
However, the war in this world is a hand-to-hand fight in the end anyway.
The same was true of the grassland tribes, who were good at arrows.
He must have known that it would be impossible to conquer this kingdom without crossing us anyway, so he thought that the steppe tribes, who had learned that they were strong through the number of 100,000 and their experience so far, would definitely jump in.
Indeed, the prediction was correct.
I silently watched the grassland tribes rushing into the center of the city.
Nearby lords look at me impatiently.
Prince Emile had been restless since the first steppe people came in.
On the outskirts of the city and inside the walls, magical soldiers from other families are forming a dense defense net.
I can’t see it, but maybe the lords’ buttocks are shaking by now.
The magicians continued to look this way, waiting for my permission to drop.
Our soldiers are stationed all over the city and shooting arrows at the steppe tribes.
In response to this, arrows flew towards the allies in a row, even among steppe tribes.
Although the soldiers on this side occupied an advantageous position, the steppe people’s arrows were frequently hitting our soldiers.
Seeing an ally hit by an arrow in the distance, the magical soldier becomes agitated.
It seems to want to attack quickly.
I put my hand up to calm them down.
“Wait, they’re not all within range yet.”
But I am also anxious.
My ally collapsed, but there was no way I could calm down.
As I clenched my fists to suppress my emotions, Youngju, the counselor next to me, quietly opened her mouth.
“It’s almost done. The tail is within range. Just be patient and it’ll be over.”
“…”
A second feels like an hour.
When I finally confirmed that a group of steppe tribes had entered the previously buried mana stone, I finally opened my mouth.
“The prey is trapped. Attack!”
Almost immediately after I finished speaking, a yellow flag went up.
Yellow flags rise in succession in other places as well.
The soldiers in the city who were attacking the grassland tribes began to withdraw all at once.
As they withdrew to the promised place, the red flag rose again.
“attack!”
As soon as the shouting sounded, magician arrows were fired from all directions.
In this city, magic bombs have been planted everywhere in advance.
Unlike those used for arrows, the power is dozens of times greater.
It was newly developed by Sven-sensei, and it explodes when magic touches it without directly injecting magic power.
It was for my safety, and I sent it in a hurry at the last minute.
I heard that my body, which used to be fat while developing this, became halved in a matter of days.
At first, it seemed that only research was the purpose of life, but Sven seems to think of himself as my protector.
Thinking that I was in a dangerous war, like a mother bird, she was eager to protect me.
Maybe it’s because I’m claiming to be his disciple.
Even after becoming a duke, I still call him teacher, and the ducal family treats him that way too.
Anyway, thank you.
The work became easier because Mr. Sven thought of many things on his own.
‘I’m so glad.’
It is difficult to deal with steppe tribes only with shotguns and magic bomb arrows.
It was close to impossible to shoot and kill tens of thousands of soldiers with only arrows.
In the end, it would lead to hand-to-hand combat, and the damage on this side would have been considerable.
Thanks to Sven, we were able to minimize the deaths of our soldiers.
As arrows rained down, magic bombs began to explode from the tail, sides, and places of the steppes.
Pangpang, it seems like fireworks are unfolding on the ground.
A cloud of dust and flames filled the air with screams.
It’s a big deal.
In the midst of magic bombs exploding in all directions, the warriors of the steppes started running on their horses in search of a way to survive.
When the captains watching the battle give an order to attack again, a bomb explodes near the grassland tribes who were barely running to find a way out.
The smell of burning flesh carried on the wind all the way here.
Exploding bombs are not random.
The order and place are set in order to drive to the final place.
You may have felt it.
The Silvermoon Chief raised his arm and drew the attention of the steppe warriors.
It sounds like you’re shouting something
Silvermoon Chief turned his horse around and started running in the direction of the bomb.
Perhaps they thought that only the entrance they came in was the only way out.
It is an accurate judgment.
Steppe warriors started running after the Silvermoon Chief.
“A bow.”
The soldier holding my weapon by my side quickly held out a huge bow and arrow.
It is specially designed to hit long distances.
I took the weapon from the soldier and put the arrow through the string.
After putting mana around the arrow, feel the wind.
After aiming the arrow like that for a while, I let go of the string the moment I felt the wind matched with me.
The arrow left my hand with a boom and a sharp sound and immediately flew through the air toward a space filled with smoke and dust.
‘Right.’
The moment he felt that, the Silvermoon Chief fell forward and fell off his horse.
“Whoaaa!”
Loud shouts erupt from the mouths of allies.
“Next attack!”
As soon as I had finished my words, another loud explosion resounded within the steppes group.