Chapter 328: Chapter 251 Okaglar Battle (IV)
In the face of such a formidable small boss, even a Natural War Maniac dared not be complacent.
“Roar!”
The Natural War Maniac threw his head back and howled, letting out an enraged roar.
Veins bulged all over his body, muscles rising like iron blocks beneath his skin. Dense steam white mist sprayed from his pores, and even his eyes turned blood-red. Extre anger filled every inch of his being.
[Path of the Berserker: Fury]
“Even such a monster—”
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“Can’t withstand the charge of speeding cavalry.”
Trischka fixed his gaze on the raging “monster” in the distance, gripping his longsword even tighter.
He bent slightly on horseback, accelerating the charge, extending his longsword forward in a thrusting posture. As his speed increased, invisible spell waves rose, making the sword hilt extend several ters like a lance.
This was the weapon crafted specifically for him by a master of Magic Craftsmanship from the South, —[Knight’s Sword of Glory], a masterpiece of cavalry art.
“That’s it, pierce him…”
“Evil monster, in the na of Duke Leo, I grant you death!”
With a fierce shout, Trischka charged on his galloping warhorse, his sword aid directly at the Natural War Maniac’s heart.
“Swoosh!”
But his sword struck air.
“How is that possible?”
Trischka’s expression changed dramatically. He quickly looked up.
He saw the monster high in the air under the sunlight, wielding a great axe as it leaped down in a chop.
“Whoosh—Boom!”
First ca the howling wind, then the sound of the axe blade cleaving through flesh, and finally hitting the ground.
The warhorse remained standing, split in half, with blood splattering everywhere.
But Trischka, relying on extre reflexes, jumped off the horse just before the axe landed, rolling several tis on the ground.
Breathing heavily, Trischka knelt on one knee, supporting himself with his longsword, his expression heavy as he watched the “monster” not far away and his poor, bisected warhorse.
“Huff, huff…”
“How can it be, a monster of this size, how can it be so agile?”
The Natural War Maniac pulled the deeply embedded axe from the ground, turned around with a sinister smile: “Missed?”
“War Maniac Bro, fighting the boss alone again?”
“A bald man indeed.”
A nearby spectator, hamring the head of a sneaky enemy soldier behind him, couldn’t resist making a joke.
“Get lost, don’t bother while I’m fighting, or I’ll take you down too. This small boss is valuable, can’t let him escape.”
The Natural War Maniac dismissively waved his hand, spat out a breath of hot air, and raised his axe to attack again.
Trischka couldn’t understand their conversation, nor those strange words, but he picked up the condescension in their tone and their unintended contempt, which didn’t seem to be aid at their enemy.
In his terms, it was like … a bunch of nobles’ children playing and hunting rabbits.
They discussed whose archery was better, who hit more accurately, and which rabbit’s fur was brighter, more suitable for making a hat.
And he was the rabbit.
At that mont, the youngest Earl of the North felt unprecedented humiliation. Anger blazed in his chest; he had never been treated this way, not even by powerful beings.
“Damn monster…”
“I’ll make you understand—what happens when you underestimate !”
He raised his longsword again, moving with nimble and agile steps towards that monster.
Once again, the heavy great axe swung down. A re graze could an being cut in half, but Trischka, using his superb combat skills, controlled the distance so that the axe barely missed, and used the montum after the axe passed to thrust his sword forward.
“Swoosh—”
Scales and blood flew as the sharp sword cut open the monster’s chest, leaving a deep scar.
Seeing he was wounded, the Natural War Maniac quickly retreated, creating distance, and with his montum, swung his great axe into a whirlwind around him.
“Clang—”
The sound of tal clashing was heard.
The great axe hit Trischka’s body, but was blocked by the golden light mbrane on his armor.
Yet, the force carried by the great axe was too imnse. As the golden light mbrane shattered abruptly, Trischka was sent flying.
However, the[Levitation Skill]on Trischka’s boots allowed him to stabilize mid-air.
Imdiately after, he lightly tapped his toes, leaping down from mid-air, directly onto the still spinning Natural War Maniac’s head.
The edge of his longsword swiftly transford, forming a standard cross shape.
With a determined look, Trischka gripped the sword with both hands, aid, and thrust downward.
“Swoosh!”
The sharp cross-shaped sword pierced straight through the “monster’s” head, skewering through his skull and neck.
With his last breath before blacking out, the Natural War Maniac muttered: “Next ti… no more crippling blows…”
Then, he collapsed with a crash.
Yet again, it was language Trischka couldn’t comprehend.
Standing atop the “monster’s” massive body, Earl Trischka pulled out the blood-soaked sword, holding it high.
The blade glinted coldly in the sunlight, and his tattered lion-headed cloak flapped behind him.
“Everyone, do you see?”
“The monsters of the Ashen Kingdom are flesh and blood too, they can die, they can be defeated!”
“Scania people, do not fear, this is our land to live on, and we can drive them out!”
Suddenly, a blazing light beam shot toward him.
Trischka, with his keen reflexes, tilted his head to dodge the attack, but the ans of this attack felt familiar to him, as if he had seen it sowhere.
“This kind of light beam…”
“How can it be? This, this is impossible!”
At once, Trischka’s expression changed dramatically, a dreadful guess forming in his heart.
His face stiffened as he turned his head to look at the direction the beam ca from.
But reality turned out to be as fantastical as his worst fears. There, amid a cluster of monsters, stood that familiar figure with golden hair. He raised the Silver Sword, pointing at Trischka from afar, his expression equally resolute.
“Andrei?”
“You are the son of Duke Leo, the blood of the Boske House, Roselle’s noble blood runs in your veins!”
“Andrei Boske! How can you appear there, how can you betray your bloodline?”
Trischka’s voice was full of disbelief.
As a young man highly regarded by Duke Leo, he grew up alongside the third son of the Boske House, their relationship strong.
They had both traveled the South, found common ground, and shared similar views on the political system of the North. But their reunion now happened on a brutal battlefield, as enemies.
Indeed, Trischka secretly admired Andrei, often fantasized about possessing his status, and perhaps really doing reforms in the North, making it a more advanced and open country.
But Andrei had easily given up everything Trischka yearned for—power, position, even bloodline, leaving Trischka bewildered.
Andrei shook his head, speaking with an unparalleled calm: “I am now just an ordinary citizen of the kingdom.”
“I do not fight for any ruler, I fight only for… the people living in the North.”
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