The Blood Knight’s Villains Chapter 529

My Villains Episode 529

68. Travel to the Royal Road (2)

When moving in groups, the bicorns never give up the lead.

There doesn’t seem to be any great reason. This two-horned beast is just a guy who needs to be the first to run.

Fortunately, Bicorn usually took the lead without much difficulty thanks to his leg strength.

when was that ‘Brightre’, a beautiful white horse and rare horse, overtook a bicorn thanks to Theodora’s blessing. At that ti, the guy wielded a pair of spiral horns like a knife and threatened, even showing his teeth to bite the butt that was ahead of him.

The bicorn, whose eyes were half-rolled, stopped only after I repeatedly hit its head, and as if it couldn’t seem to get rid of its anger, it began to dig into the ground with its hind feet or break nearby trees. Even after arriving at the stable, he did not calm down, so he had to be bound with a thick chain.

Anyway, since then, I’ve been trying to avoid provoking him as much as possible.

The situation was the sa even now as they crossed the forest with a few cavalryn, and the n who went out to search were adjusting their speed so as not to overtake the bicorns.

Major Randell, who was riding right behind , asked the forest keeper who had brought him as a guide.

“How much further do I have to go?”

“You are almost there. Maybe sowhere over there.”

The place the middle-aged forest keeper pointed to was densely covered with thickets, but not a single trail was visible. When Randall remained silent, suggesting that he was suspicious, the forest keeper continued to talk nonsense about the nearby terrain and the sightings of the residents.

The reason why I was searching the forest with ten or so horsen on a moonlit night when the wind was blowing was because of the report the Gedenmundz official sent after dinner.

A rough summary of the story the Daegwan had spread was that people had recently been missing one after another in the thick forest to the east of the village.

In the last 10 days, a total of six people have disappeared, including a herbivore, three charcoal-burning fathers, and a hunter brother. Unexpectedly, the Daegwan sent seven of the town’s guards to search the forest, but even they disappeared.

I thought it was strange that a city-born bureaucrat who was full of desire for success bothered the lord who had visited after a long ti with ‘sothing like this’, but it turned out that Princess Theodora was the problem.

Theodore, who visited the small church in Gedenmundz, was treated to a simple dinner by the priest and held a service together. In the anti, they found an old woman crying sadly, and that was the herbalist’s mother who was said to have gone missing in the forest.

A paladin who considered serving the weak as both a duty and a pleasure t an old woman who desperately wanted help. What more do you need to talk about?

When Theodora, wearing the brilliant plate armor ‘Pure White’, asked what had happened, the old woman, who was on the verge of going mad with worry about her missing child, told the story of everything she knew.

It was a long and disjointed story, but Theodora listened as always, and the lover, a family friend of the other missing people who had only been paying attention, got the courage to explain the situation to her and ask for help.

As soon as he heard about the skit at the small church, the magistrate ran to and reported the disappearance. He must have thought that it would be better for the governor himself to speak before the problems of his town entered the ears of his superiors through the mouth of an outsider. It was a bonus to say, “Don’t worry,” as he plans to mobilize 15 guards and hire a similar number of rcenaries to search.

Of course, it was sothing I couldn’t just let go.

As a lord, you have an obligation to protect your people. Second, you can sll the experience points just by looking at it. It was who had been suffering from experience starvation ever since the Blademan War. Can’t pass up this opportunity.

“You have to be careful.”

Moonlight seeps through the dry shadows cast by the tall trees. The forest keeper, with a pale face beneath him, ca out in a whisper and warned Randall.

“There is no law that it is always a human being lurking in the forest. It could be a hungry troll, or it could be an evil being like a banshee or a draug.”

“Fuck.”

I would be grateful if only the forest trolls appeared without even wishing for the draugs.

Considering the fact that 2.4 million experience points are required to reach level 45, the 4200 experience point given by the troll is also a small amount. But it’s much better than catching and killing highwayn and stacking them by 15.

I thought about it and raised my expectations, but I soon clicked my tongue.

“It doesn’t sll like trolls or undead.”

Their senses, which are superior to that of most wild animals, provided more information as they got closer to the destination guided by the forest keeper.

Boasting unrealistic regenerative abilities based on rapid tabolism, trolls exude a body odor that is more than you can imagine. As undead are moving corpses, they give off a poisonous sll.

But now the sll flowing into my nose was nothing more than a ‘moderate’ stinky sll. It must be the sll that an unwashed vagabond would give off for about fifteen days…. It was accompanied by the sll of burning wood, the sll of boiling porridge, and the subtle sll of iron fish.

The gooey sll of iron fish, or the scent of blood, was the faintest and faintest of all. But the mucous mbranes of my nose gobbled up even those tiny blood particles.

I quietly narrowed my brows. It is undoubtedly human blood. It must have been the sll left by one of the three hunter brothers, a herbalist or charcoal maker who was said to have gone missing in Gedenmunz.

He brushed the scruff of the excited bicorn’s neck to calm it down and continued his approach. After the rich sll ca a rumbling voice. A faint light leaking through the thick branches followed most closely.

“Are they going to hit you all at once?”

“it’s okay. Catch those who run away.”

“Yes sir.”

I couldn’t see what kind of guys they were, but they were absolutely not opponents who needed great strategy or preparation.

Just in case, I tapped the hrunting hanging from my wrist in the form of a bracelet. As expected, there was no reaction, so I had no choice but to pull out the ‘Saint’s Destruction’ from the saddle.

sereung.

A knife blade that sohow feels dizzying energy appears. Thanks to the bright moonlight, the letters engraved on the blade shimred faintly.

‘Saint’s Destruction’ is a sword that is longer and heavier than most two-handed swords. Even I, who is on the unusually large side, was a little cumberso to wear around my waist, so I said it all.

However, since it has a well-balanced center of gravity, there was no problem at all even when handling it with one hand. Even the ignorant weight of more than 6 kilos felt like a pleasant heaviness when I held it with the strength that reached the level of a giant.

As I fixed the hilt and hit the reins, the two-horned beast kicked the ground.

Keuhong-!

The dark forest landscape swoops back. The vicorn , which let out a ferocious truce,

erased a distance of more than 30 ters with just a few runs. Thanks to that, I was able to enter the clearing in the blink of an eye.

“……Uh,

I quickly looked around.

A warehouse that appears to have been burned down long ago. A campsite set up in front of it. carts and horses. Eight ard n.

After all, they were ordinary thieves. Among the majority of the shabby outfits, a few chain mail and iron helts stand out. There seems to be so deserters mixed in. It took less than a second for this perception and recognition to occur after entering the clearing, and the guys sitting around the campfire were still looking back at with stupid faces. Before they could react, the bicorn, which made use of its furious speed, jumped into their midst.

Kwajik!

The monster, bigger than a bull, crushed the three thieves with its chest and paws. At the sa ti, he bit off the head of the guy who was about to scream next to him with one bite.

“Huh-Huhhhh!”

“S raid! Moist mory!”

Instead of the four who died without even screaming, the rest scread.

The three of them jumped up and fell back before their knees were fully extended. Two were decapitated, and one had the upper eyebrow neatly blown off.

Two helted heads soared into the sky and fell with a dull sound. The slanted corpses spilled blood and brains.

“Huh uh huh.” The only survivor seed completely stunned at the sight of the gangsters who had been chatting together until just now becoming corpses right in front of their eyes. He looked up at the bloodstained blade and let out a strange wind noise.

“What the fuck! What a fuss!”

“It’s an assault! get out!”

“Move, move! Go up, you bastards!”

You weren’t the only survivor.

Thieves poured out like springs from among the wreckage of the burnt warehouse. Apparently, the stairs leading to the basent were hidden.

“Buy and save-”

I slamd my heavy sword at the man who was shaking at the feet of the bicorn. The thief’s eyes widened as the long, thick blade shattered and pierced his collarbone.

Tsutsutsu.

By the ti he was pulled out of the corpse, the saint’s entire sword body was covered in a dark red film. The blood spewed out by the eight warriors was still so abundant that a small stream flowed by the campfire.

Shii-i-i-

The dark red stream flowed back into the air. A stream of blood flowed up the bicorn’s body and whirled over my left hand. An intense vortex – ‘Blood Wind’ was shot right after taking shape and attacked the thieves who ca out from the underground.

See it!

A brisk gong sound mingled with the screams. Those in thick quilted clothes, those who were naked, and those who wore chain mail—they were gently ground and scattered in the vortex containing intense magic power.

Thanks to that, even after killing sixteen, there were almost no obstacles on the way to the basent. Most of them had been blown away by the wind of blood, and there were only chunks of flesh with iron rings or a few feet in leather boots rolling around.

“It’s bigger than expected.”

Then Golman entered the clearing with two horsen. The guy cald down the raging horse and looked over the thieves’ camp.

“They must be from out of town.”

“I need to find out.”

“how? Did you even learn how to talk to minced at?”

As soon as I laughed, Gollman sighed and shouted at the forest.

“Major Randell! We don’t need a siege, so please co and help us!”

He listened intently for an answer, then turned to and continued to grumble.

“You dared to step forward and caused a lot of chaos. Only then will I have the ability to deny even if the innocent people of Gedenmundz were among them.”

“No.”

“How do you know that?”

“You know just by looking at it. At a cursory glance, they are bandits or deserters.”

“Of course, it may be different, but it is difficult to distinguish whether a person is a thief or a farr when they are ground so finely. It’s just nice to have the most disgusting rumors.”

“Stop whining and plug that hole.”

“A hole?”

Goleman looked back in the direction I had chinned with a bewildered face. He found a boarded-up staircase among the charred remains of this mine and stuck his tongue out.

“What is this again…… They were quite well prepared.”

“Preparation is just luck finding a decent den. There seems to be more than that, so I’m blocking it well.”

“What about Nari?”

“I’m going to interrogate.”

Goleman looked at with round eyes. Although he was only a hand and a half taller in two years, his calf-like eyes were still those of a boy.

“Is there anyone left?”

“uh.”

After I got off the bicorn and captured the ruins of the saint in the saddle, I headed for the stairs from which the thieves had jumped out. Seeing walking away with empty hands, Golman threw a ceremonial word.

“Co in with .”

“it’s okay.”

As you step into the underground air, you can feel the presence of the thieves holding their breath through the feeling of a feeling that spreads through the narrow space.

“Look at . You will co back at your leisure.”

“Yes sir.”

Leaving my subordinates behind, I calmly calculated as I descended the stairs.

Judging by their presence, there must be no more than ten people. One or two of them will have to be saved, so is seven or eight people the limit?

It’s unfortunate, but it can’t be helped. You have to think positively. It’s not common to have a situation where you can enjoy yourself to the fullest without caring about anyone’s gaze in the darkness of the underground. In this environnt, a small number can be replaced with a high quality of satisfaction.

So I cald myself down and moved toward the first prey closest to .

The basent was at most the size of a basketball court, but it took a little over an hour to complete the search. It was a satisfying ti.