396 < Chapter 71. Again (1) >

Ice and winter.

I don't know if it's just a bump between the two.

- Yuck!

- Ka-ang!

Now, even the rising red of the sun is dull.

When the two energies that did not contain any warmth encountered, my whole body's nerves were in a frenzy. Whether it's just the cold season or the killing and the horror of each other.

Various members of Balkan who moved the patient back without even being able to distinguish between them stopped their feet. Eight of those who participated in the fight but were not yet outnumbered, except for Plants and Arsen. Everyone forgot where they were doing what they were doing. You watch the battle between the spears of the ice to cut through the winter and the sword of the winter to crush the ice.

- Blah, blah, blah!

- Booooo. Kuaang!

A gray sword hugged all the harsh things and cut down the frozen earth before it could cover its blues. The forest cries as the earth shakes.

Calian floats away from the clutches of the ice as he approaches. Without a moment's delay, you rush for Arsen. The shield and ice barrier rise simultaneously in front of Arsen, who saw it. Once again, winter swells over the thick ice made like that.

- Kaga!

- · · · · · · Boo!

I didn't even look at Plants from afar.

I still haven't shown any interest in the eight others.

- Whee!

Arsen's figure disappears, terrified of the thick wall protecting him.

Right behind Kalian. A huge magical force was released from the tip of Arsen's hand, revealing itself at the top of a tall tree. As soon as she realizes that Arsen's missing, she twists and leaps deeply into Calian's feet.

- Whoops.

Dozens of ice wedges rise into the air. Each one appeared in its own direction as it rotated. Some on the back of Calian, some on the feet of Arsen, some on the top of Calian's head, and some on the tip of Arsen's hand.

The ice wedges that have been made have sped up the rotation.

"· · · · · · · Hurrah."

The wizards who saw it looked bored.

All different paths. All different sizes. All different rotation directions. A magical formula that must be done separately as much as it is different. Because I knew I'd succeeded in that magic and sent it to Kalian.

Arsen showed no change in his face, which he would have otherwise been proud of. You move the magical forces gathered at your fingertips and use all your power to fire at Calian.

- Tsk, tsk, tsk!

Everything looks different, but its sharp edges all point to Khalian, where the same wedges float in the air. It swarms from all sides. At a speed that cannot be compared to an arrow, as if Calian were wielding a sword.

- Whoops.

A red glow emanates from the tip of Calian's hand. The energy rushes up like a snake leaning over a sword.

Dark night, dark dawn.

The red orb is entangled in a sword that seems to contain it all.

- Whoo-hoo!

Calian wields his sword as it unfolds. Without even estimating the direction or time, there is a strong wind at the end of the sword that swings. The heavy ringing sounds that seemed to tighten the heart encroach on all sides.

Arsen swallows dry water, unlike before.

- Kuaang!

- Tweaker, tweaker!

The resounding sound of the earth shook everywhere. The desperate ice wedge is helplessly blocked. They all bounce off the ground.

This was shortly after Khalian fled for Arsen. After a short while, the attack Arsenal sent was abolished.

- Ta-ah!

- Pasasar!

Arsen's body disappears again.

Calian's shoes trample on the remaining branches by themselves. A twig that crumbles like a grain in the middle of a dry wood falls off the ledge.

Arsen, who appears just behind Kalian, moves his magic without rest. The ice spear is sent back. It melts quickly and repeats the ice, one by one, sending out a spear of ice with a sharper energy.

- Kuaang!

- Duck, Duck, Duck!

It's completely blocked.

No, it's broken. The weight of the winter makes the shattered ice fall into pieces.

It's not that Arsen was weak, it's that he was Calian. Arsen's ice was hard, but Kalian was a little harder. Arsen's spear was fast enough, but Kalian's sword was a little faster.

Arsen wasn't the only one who grew up.

- Kuang.

Kalian's feet strike the ground.

The frozen leaves fall off excellently.

- Saa · · · · · · · · · ·.

A cool breeze blows in.

Arsen takes a deep breath and moves his magic restlessly.

- Blah, blah, blah!

A long stalk of ice, starting at Arsen's feet, runs through the floor like a crack in an ice river. As you reach out your trunk branches, you make frosts in the middle of winter on the ground, and reach out to Kalian with a wand of magical power that seems to leak out right away.

- Kaga!

A stalk of ice rises above the ground in front of Kalian. After that, the ice rises up behind him, side by side, overhead, and a prison of ice to trap him inside.

Since the speed was as fast as Kalian's, his eyes were blocked and his movements were blocked.

"You're sending an ice prison because you don't have a Misrill net."

After a brief review, Calian turns his head.

Red lips gladly moved with a long smile.

It may be pointless, but it's amazing that you stopped your movements at all for a moment. And one more thing.

- Oral arch · · · · · · · · · ·.

Beyond the ice wall.

The power of fire, earth, and lightning is intertwined.

The three wizards that were left in the eight were coalescing next to each other. At any time, the five knights rush forward and feel a movement to protect the wizards from Calian himself. Not the collision of two attributes, not the explosion that Kalian thinks is enough to stop itself, but three. It's about to collide the three forces.

"What if we try to attract time from both sides? · · · · · · · Deputy commanders do not fit hands and feet like this. This is bad."

Now that I know the different intentions of Plants and Arsen, I can't help but laugh.

Plants wants to attract the attention of Calian because of the wizards' big attacks to give him time to attack, and Arsenal wants to keep him tied up until such wizards attack as Arsenal.

It's because my hands and feet don't match.

- Whoops!

The error of the Kalian sword has become darker.

Somehow I didn't like the red feeling, so I pushed Pier's energy into the air. Calian glances down at the shifting sword. He moves his arm. Then the tip of the sword scrapes down the ice of Arsen for a long time.

- Exactly!

The sound of sharp objects gnawing at the ice.

Arsen rubs his dry lips once more.

The wizards notice that this time they want to be ready to burst three magical attributes. So I locked Kalian away for a while. Thanks to this, you can hear Plants' words in Arsen's head, whose back neck is cooler as he looks at the radiant eyes that are gnawing away at him beyond the ice wall.

- Don't. Wizard, make your move. I'll draw your attention from this side.

- Exactly!

You hear a eerie sound, as if not to concentrate on the voice of Plants leading into your head.

Even creepier eyes do not stay away from Arsen. Arsen's eyes narrow as he looks at it face to face. And then...

- Whoo-hoo!

A predator moves through us, bored of waiting for the two commanders to finish their conversation.

- Tsk, tsk, tsk!

- Screaming!

Exactly eight red swords emerge from the ice wall. Kalian, who has made the dagger of error that he has never used, smiles once more, as Calian is confined to the ice wall deliberately. Keep staring at Arsen like that.

Boom!

- · · · · · · · Qajik!

Either way, you don't have to stall.

Hand-foot or no hand-foot, it doesn't matter.

- Shhh!

- · · · · · · · Bang!

I sent a dagger made of error to the eight remaining crew members who didn't care and were about to leave for a while. You break the clavicles of the sorcerers focused on magic. You pierce the side. Through the shoulder. Knights' shins, ankles and waist cut off.

- Kaga, Ka 'ang!

Only two knights stopped the attack.

The knight's dagger clogged by the Kalian daggers unleashes their power alone. You pierce the blade and cut the back of the neck. You pull out another sword and plunge it deep into your abdomen.

I told him to expect such an attack, but Plants sighed for a long time at the sight of the men lying facedown without being able to keep up with their speed and strength. And then, as if to signal it.

- Kwung, Kwung!

The sound of the heavy thing falling over the earth echoes simultaneously with eight heavily wounded groans, choosing a place that will not harm life.

Arsen takes a deep breath.

Then I closed my eyes and opened them. Before Callian's sword comes at him, then Callian stands in front of Plants.

- Aaaaah!

I melted the ice wall I had set in place with all my strength.

Suddenly, the melted ice soaks over Calian's entire body. He drenched the black jacket, the trousers, the silky vest that was all wrapped up in it, once again fully filled with a thorough black shirt. Long, blue hair, and light purple eyes were all wet.

No matter how cold the water is, it won't catch a cold.

- I forgot.

I don't catch cold.

You don't get a fever.

- · · · · · · Blinking.

But I was going to doze off.

"Sir Hertz."

Of course, there's no use for a smine sleeping pill in the water.

It works for the layman to fall asleep in a pickle right now, not Calian. I dozed off for a while, but I didn't get hit. I know, I know.

Arsen knows it well.

- Jubbuck.

You take a step toward Callian.

And...

"Nice to meet you."

To Sleepy Calian, like this.

"The captain of the Balkans is Arsen Hertz."

You hurl a colder and more poisonous wedge than any ice in the world, the last step of the plant, toward the bottom of Khalian.

* * *

White.

It was white enough not to cast a shadow.

Maybe so. The white blade left no blood on it.

- Tuk-tuk-tuk.

Droplets of blood on the corpse tumble to the ground. Between the sword and the elaborate polishing that surrounds the whole handle, the red thing will come in and dry up but rarely stains.

Sometimes it was a complaint.

I always wore black because I didn't want bloodstains to show up, but from the beginning, I felt unhappy about the white sword that was not even bloodstained. It is not black light that covers up all the buried blood, nor white light that opens up in harmony, but just white. As if I had never laid eyes on anyone else, I felt uncomfortable with the sheep roasting so cleanly as if it had never been covered in hot blood.

- Bloop.

Of course, that doesn't mean I didn't like the sword. He had the right weight for any sword that could use error and used, and the white one boasted a sharper blade than any blade I had ever seen. Above all, it was the sword that the only brother gave me. So there was no reason to be reluctant. I liked it enough, but sometimes it was just frustrating and frustrating.

But on that day, I was fortunate that there was no blood.

It was just a relief without any objection or annoyance.

I didn't even think it was worth leaving a trail of dead, hateful people on the sword that I don't even need to remember.

- Tuk-tuk-tuk.

- Bloop.

With a few taps on the floor, the person who swept away all the traces of life that had been buried on the sword looked forward. I looked at those who were standing far away, trying to lift their squinting eyelids, already lifelike, bright eyes. Through this white sword, I see those who will die without leaving a trace.

I don't know what came out of my mouth.

"There's still plenty left."

Eight thousand.

8,000 have found Secreta.

At least as much as the Hexad Change Bag reduces the amount of lords and mentes in the Sport area, the amount of earls and birdies in the Antara region, and Tailan. How much has Tailan Castrin reduced again? As a result, the number of troops arriving in front of the capital Secreta. Eight thousand.

Those wearing gray chain armor with swords or bows. They are the majority of 8,000. But they have nothing to fear. Nothing to worry about. Close the gates, shoot a bow, cast a magic bullet, pour oil, light a fire. You can deal with it that way. Can deal with as many as you want.

But I couldn't.

The ones that Tailan told us should get rid of first. The ones that Tailan couldn't stop. Few out of 8,000 are dressed in white robes that don't fit in this battle.

Valkan the Wizard.

Because of the demons.

They burned such a beautiful Cecretia. Broken. Broken. I stepped on it. In an instant, really quickly. Without even telling me why. Without explaining anything.

- Tuk-tuk-tuk.

I picked up my sword again and knocked it to the ground.

Even though there's no more blood dripping, it's okay. Trying to get rid of spilled sleep and sober up. To move again.

I raised my head.

The one who came to the battlefield late. Those in gray armor and those in white robes stand at the forefront. I saw him.

- Polygon.

He got off the horse.

I stomped on the pool of blood with a smug look on my face. He's got a stain on his foot. The white clothes are covered in red tea. This stain will stain. It will cause blood. I laughed with joy because I looked like that.

- Jubbuck, Jubbuck.

He takes two steps forward just like that.

I still stand far away, looking down.

"If you don't want to be alone. Stand down."

Yeah, it is.

I looked down. I looked down at someone bigger than me. I looked down at him as if he had lived at the bottom of the abyss.

And then...

"· · · · · · Lets you live."

I said something like this.

I had an unbearable laugh again. I didn't have the strength to pretend that I didn't recognize the lies I saw, so I just laughed. I laughed because everything that was preached was funny.

It's just unbelievable to put such words in your mouth with eyes that you don't even know if you've lived or postponed death.

"What kind of house dog barks over my wall?"

I didn't hear a word from anyone.

I didn't speak a word.

It wasn't a conversation, so it's not an answer. I just said what I said to myself. It's been a long time since I've brought up lust. I just gave it back.

As if that's the price for saying it.

Shoot him.

The rain of arrows rains again.

* * *

Calian's arm stops steadily as he reaches out.

- I forgot.

Should I thank Arsenal for reviving the memories of so many members of Balkans that they couldn't even awaken the depths of the pit in one moment?

'I remember. What's your name?'

They didn't know who was in Secreta.

Even the nobles of Cecritia did not know Bern was on the path to the sword. Power and toughness are inversely proportional to power, but there was nothing good for the nobles to know that the unsung prince had reached the sword's path. So I hid it from the outside. It's not well known to Cecretia, so the Cairys must have figured it out.

Thanks to this, even the Cairys' soldiers were unable to recognize Bern properly. I had never seen the king of Cecretia and his brother before, and I was not sure it was the king's brother who used the error and breathed life out of one arm.

'I forgot.'

Even that Arsen tried to verify Bern's name at first. Even though he stood at the gates of the city without hiding his long hair the same color as the king of Cecretia.

- Blinking.

'I am the commander of the Cayrian Wizards Balkan. Arsen Hertz.'

That's a ridiculous name.

The memory of that day erodes Calian's mind.

'You have fought enough.'

- Wook Sin!

It hurts, Arinda.

I feel my shoulders sore and my heart full.

I was hallucinating.

'So get some rest.'

Yeah, it is.

It's a hallucination.

I knew it, I knew it.

- Blinking · · · · · · Blinking.

Jubbuck.

You take a step forward.

Jubbuck.

You take another step.

· · · · · · Jerky.

One more time. I moved. And...

I raised my sword.

- Whoo-hoo!

Blue Orcs wield gray swords.

There is a great wind. A breathtaking peer flows out.

You son of a bitch.

I taught them well, and then I learned to scrape everything from snakes to peas.

"· · · · · · · Dammit."

A small insult comes from Bern's mouth.

The dark life drew Arsen's throat.

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