Chapter 117: Chapter 140 - Arrows colliding (2)
The Gaidar Cavalry is so well-known in the West that they are called the outlaws of nature.
Even knights found it difficult to deal with them, and they were well-versed in pressing their opponents thanks to their unique agility.
At that distance and speed that I can reach but you cannot.
With such advantages, the Gaidar cavalry was expert at destroying their opponents, but not to the extent they do now.
"Everyone scatter! Escape!"
The cavalry soldiers clearly showed their dismay at the commander’s orders.
They were still unable to accept the reality that they had beco the hunted, not the hunters.
From bad to worse.
Now, behind the outlaws, a beast faster, fiercer, and hungrier smiled ferociously.
***
Quaaaaang!
Blood ran red behind the enormous sound of impact.
Behind the place where the beam of white light had passed, a thick mist of blood was already spreading.
’...!’
Cavalry commander Wagner looked at the group mbers who had passed by the light.
Fortunately, he was still running.
Even though his head had been blown off.
Underneath the writhing decapitated corpse, the West horse whinnied in fear.
’What the hell is this!’
Curses similar to screams from the order mbers, who had finally realized the situation, spread.
But the aurora borealis, which had just pierced through the cavalry, didn’t give them ti.
"Enemy! It’s changing again!"
It’s returning to the exact center.
And this ti, it’s running from behind and to the right.
Gaidar’s cavalry felt fear for the first ti in a long ti as they watched Vlad killing them all.
"...Knight! Knights, gather!"
Wagner quickly rallied his knights and prepared for the attack.
It was the best and only way to do it, but the process was far from easy.
"Stop the guy approaching...!"
Before I knew it, a group of barbarians had caught up to him from the side.
A mysterious smile began to appear on the tattoos covering their faces.
"Ugh!"
"Arrows, arrows fly!"
Strange people dealing with outlaws.
Although the warriors of the Budart tribe were small in number, they blocked the area from all sides and didn’t give them any space.
As they used to be.
Arrows that I could shoot but you couldn’t block began to fly from the cleverly widened gap.
"Damn it!"
Wagner shook his head violently as if he couldn’t believe the current reality.
A hunter hunted by his prey.
The vast desert, more than the narrow mountain path, was a more suitable battlefield for the northern barbarians than for them.
"Stop quickly!"
However, judgnt had to be calm, and it was he, the commander, who had to overco this difficulty.
The four knights hastily broke away from the formation at Wagner’s urgent gesture.
They tried to kill Vlad’s montum sohow by sohow reducing the distance he could accelerate, but the Northern black horse was already much beyond the knights’ predictions.
"This is insane! Accelerate!"
Soone’s shout, whether it was a report or a cry.
Wagner turned around hastily at the shout.
A black horse that, despite the knights’ difficult pursuit, easily defeated them with just a step forward.
The sa white light as before began to form on the horse’s forehead.
"Everyone, disperse!"
Wagner’s skin crawled without him realizing it as he watched that scene.
Here it cos again.
That madman.
A speed that cannot be stopped.
"Everyone, disperse!"
The son of the prairie ran across a desolate field where only faint traces of the World Mother Tree remained.
Following the space indicated by August’s footprints, I used the eye ability that Ramund had given .
A race that no one can stop.
Neigh-!
Noir, who shared the world across the border, began to neigh for a long ti as if there was nothing to fear.
As the world expanded, the horse’s footprints gradually regained their original shape with the light.
Yes. I followed you just for this mont.
"Now!"
With Vlad’s cry, a huge arrow began to reach the outlaws.
Speed that surpasses speed.
Bright red paint began to be painted over the lines that passed like divided waves.
"Hahah!"
After going through countless surprises and fears, Vlad finally crossed the cavalry and escaped into the vast desert.
Now there was no one ahead.
There, only a trace of twilight visible on the horizon greeted Vlad.
At that mont, Vlad felt a great sense of liberation because no one was blocking his way.
"Tell Godin and Count Gaidar!"
A Northern knight clutching sothing with sticky, blood-covered hands.
In his hand, a tattered flag waved impotently.
"I’ll take your flag!"
Gaidar’s pride. Outlaws of the desert.
An eagle, their symbol, had its neck broken and staggered impotently in Vlad’s hands.
"This is my fair price!"
As soone told , a knight should only receive a fair price.
A piece of honor received in exchange for life.
The heavy twilight light dripping from the flag shone red on Vlad’s shoulders.
***
On a dark night, the city port is filled with lit torches.
Among the charred ships, two seemingly beautiful sailboats were waiting to set sail.
A galleon-class ship that cannot yet be built with Bayezid’s technology.
These were by far the most valuable items among the plundered goods.
"So, was he the only one who fell?"
"That’s right, Lord Rutiger.
But even in front of the shining trophy, Rutiger’s expression was distorted.
Marcus’s group manages to escape to Nassau City as planned.
Marcus’s decision to follow the variables instead of clinging to a limb was excellent, but that didn’t an everything went smoothly.
"...It’s a headache. Was that really the only way? Owen?"
"It’s Marcus now."
"Why not just settle on one na? It’s always confusing."
A woman was carried onto a boat on a stretcher, breathless.
The green-haired boy, who had been following the woman with a tear-stained face, stopped when he saw Rutiger.
"That boy is the last Ravnoma."
"Mmm."
Karl looked at Rutiger, who was talking with Marcus.
The tallest person in this group.
His proud, open shoulders and his gaze that seed to look far away even though he was close reminded him of his father, who was a proud monarch.
"Are you going to wait for Lord Vlad?"
"..."
Over Rutiger’s shoulder, the walls of the burning castle could be seen in the distance.
The efforts of the Western Allied forces sent to rescue fallen Nassau were now fiercely pounding the walls.
Nassau, which until now had barely been able to hold on, would not be able to withstand much longer, as it had been completely burned down.
"Are you going to wait? I have to deliver this."
A carefully folded black cape by Karl.
Rutiger clicked his tongue as he looked at the cape Karl handed him.
A cape given to him by his stepmother, Oksana.
Rutiger vividly rembered the young knight who wore that cape and walked through the Sturma mansion.
"...First, the personnel prepared by the board. Send them to Soara first."
"Aren’t you waiting? You’re not going to wait?"
A commander who carries out his mission regardless of his own requests.
Faced with Rutiger’s cold attitude, Karl looked at him with tears in his eyes.
"Aren’t you going to wait? You’re knights!"
At that mont, the knights of Ravnoma who had been with Karl but had disappeared one by one ca to mind.
The young Karl recalled their last monts when they died to save her life and no longer wanted to be separated like that.
"You have to wait! They said he would be here in a while!"
"Marcus. Take him away."
A young Ravnoma starts to struggle at another mont of separation.
Rutger looked at Karl and silently handed Vlad’s cape to him.
"Deliver it yourself. Karl Ravnoma."
"..."
Black eyes firmly set without the slightest tremor.
Karl, who glimpsed his sincerity, had no choice but to quietly fall into the arms of a group mber and board the ship.
Unlike , who was just screaming, the knight in front of
was already holding his sword.
"What are you going to do?"
"I plan to dismiss them all for now and leave only one boat to help him escape."
"Is there any captain willing to stay?"
Marcus’s question was valid.
Bayezid had no naval force.
The downed ships were simply rchant ships sent to unload, so there would be no captain willing to stay in this life-threatening situation.
"Still, at least one boy will stay, right?"
However, Rutiger just smiled deeply, as if he had confidence.
Rutiger already knew of a captain who would wait for Vlad even if it wasn’t necessarily a great reward.
"The stupid boy is late! Is there any volunteer to wait with ?"
His younger brother picked him up, and Bayezid took him in, fed him, clothed him, and washed him.
Although he wasn’t his blood, at least Bayezid gave him at and a sword.
You can’t give up a child like that so easily.
"He was good at running like crazy!"
"He’ll probably be here soon!"
Unlike the crumbling walls of Nassau in the distance, soone is waving their hands from all over.
They were all people who rembered Bayezid as the greatest dragon slayer.
***
"Over here!"
Vlad and the Budart tribe run along the coast following the secret trail left by Marcus.
Vlad, running along the sandy beach following the faint moonlight, gritted his teeth upon seeing a fire burning in the distance.
’It’s too late!’
They might have killed all the cavalry, but that’s why they only took the flag.
This was because he knew all too well that there was no ti.
"Has it already happened?"
"...I don’t know!"
Marcus had told us to consider the worst and arrive as quickly as possible.
However, despite their best efforts, the fire of the Western allies had already surpassed the walls and was advancing towards the port.
’I’d rather do it now...’
Wouldn’t it be better to turn your horse’s head and flee than to enter a city full of enemies?
It would be impossible to fight an army with just about ten people.
’...!’
Entrance and retreat. anwhile, Vlad, who was thinking, began to hear a faint sound.
Sensitive hearing that had manifested since childhood.
From the tips of his very perked ears, he could clearly hear the sound of swords clashing.
"There are still people left!"
"Run!"
Vlad and his companions jumped over the rocks along the coast towards the port.
They arrived at the port on horseback and saw a crowd of soldiers crowded in front of them and several n blocking their path.
"You damn brat! You can’t co soon enough!"
"I knew you were a bastard!"
Although there are less than ten knights, they are defeating hundreds of soldiers with shining auras.
Among them, Rutiger, covered in blood, smiled.
"Get on the boat!"
Vlad turned his head in the direction Rutiger’s finger pointed.
A small boat sailing alone in a port full of burnt ships.
Even now, on the boat, which had been alone despite the evil cries coming from afar, soone was waving their arms vigorously.
"Vlad! I’m here!"
A man who is busy waving his arms despite standing hunched as if sothing was uncomfortable.
A smile spread across Vlad’s face when he saw the man.
The boat’s figure seed familiar to , as if I had seen it sowhere before.
I was relieved to hear the voice of a man shouting at
from above.
"What are you doing, man! Get on board quickly!"
Although all the boats had left to avoid danger, there was one boat waiting alone for Vlad.
The man wearing an elegant captain’s hat held a cane.
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