Chapter 222

Episode 222

It’s quiet.

The surroundings were very quiet, as if there wasn’t a single rat running around.

There were hundreds of huts. And inside and outside the barbarians were walking around or lying down to rest.

What was surprising was that there were so many barbarians, but they were very quiet.

There was one reason.

Chief.

The chief lived in a particularly large and ornate hut in the center of hundreds of huts.

Now is the time when the chieftain is sleeping.

None of the barbarians wanted to disobey him, so they stayed quiet.

How much time has passed?

As the sun began to rise, four great warriors headed to the chieftain’s hut.

“Did you call me?”

“What’s going on?”

“I am surprised that the chieftain called us. “It also starts tomorrow, and this is the first time something like this has happened.”

“There must be a reason for everything. “He is the chief.”

“Well...”

This great chieftain was the most powerful and greatest of all the past chieftains.

He opened the door to mastery, which previous chieftains had never been able to achieve, and even took advantage of that momentum to swallow up the red hawk, which had seemed like a thorn in his eye.

great chieftain.

The barbarians respected him and even jumped into the fire pit for his words.

It is rare for great warriors to gather together. They did not easily gather in one place unless it was something that would affect the entire tribe.

Especially now that the war had begun, the great warriors had to stay with the barbarians who were with them.

To boost morale? To comfort you?

No, it was the opposite.

When war begins, the barbarians start to get extremely excited.

It’s good if you can get rid of it on your own, but problems arise because they start attacking each other.

If we do it wrong, we can kill each other.

If it’s just one or two, it doesn’t really matter, but if it’s hundreds or more, it becomes a problem.

A warrior commander would be able to stop it due to his strong military power, but the warrior commander was no different.

They’ll get excited and fight.

That is why a great warrior is necessary. If you don’t properly prevent it, you may get the stigma of not being able to properly govern your tribe members.

For those who value honor, such stigma is the worst.

It should never happen.

Therefore, it is rare for them to leave their seats.

“Chief, we have arrived.”

“What did you call me for?”

They came running after a month because the chief called them.

Neither the previous chieftain nor the previous chieftain could summon the great warrior so easily.

That means that the great warriors gathered here recognized the chief.

“You’re here.”

The chief was lying in front of the great warriors with a listless expression.

He yawns on a huge chair made of bear and tiger skins.

A lazy appearance that cannot be considered as calling everyone out.

But no one here faulted the chief for his actions.

What is a chieftain?

He is the leader of all. The leader just needs to be strong.

Victory.

What a chief needs is confidence that they can win, and the current chief is doing that perfectly.

Above all, to him, the master, this level of laziness was not a flaw at all.

“There was no particular reason why I called you guys.”

There was not a savage among them here younger than the chieftain.

In fact, there were more than that.

The oldest among the great warriors was over half a hundred years old.

Considering that the current chief is in his twenties, this is a huge difference.

But no one pointed it out.

In the first place, there was no difference between polite and informal speech among barbarians.

Everyone is equal, but respect is given to the strong.

That was a society of barbarians.

The chieftain, who had a languid and indolent mood, was an emperor or a tyrant who overpowered everything wherever he went.

Unless the liver comes out of the stomach, there will be no one who can talk to him.

Moreover, in a society of barbarians, the great warriors took a step back.

I didn’t run away because I was afraid of the force.

An act of not questioning what the chieftain does.

The chieftain looked away from them and looked down at the bloody barbarian the barbarian had brought.

Then he nodded towards the barbarian standing next to him.

Sigh – the barbarian poured what was in the leather pouch he was holding in his other hand onto the bloody person.

“Kwaaaaaaak!”

Bloody screams.

What the barbarian poured was none other than water mixed with bloodstone powder.

Even if the bloodstone is broken and diluted with water, if it encounters something similar to blood, it will try to steal it in any way possible.

However, since there is no body that can contain the life force of the blood, it returns to its original place.

The blood drains out and returns again and again.

The blood vessels that are not in the normal route are torn, and the pain caused by the blood leaking out through the skin is like the pain of piercing each pore with a long needle.

No matter how much he disciplined his body and was not afraid of death, he could not do anything about the endless pain.

This was a method of torture often used by barbarians on captured prisoners and a ritual for disposing of traitors.

“Hmm....”

The great warriors watch with drool.

I don’t know why the ritual for traitors is held here.

I just waited for the chief to resolve the question.

“You must be curious. “Who is that guy and why is he doing that?”

The great warriors did not respond, but that was also an affirmation.

The atmosphere of the Chieftain changes again.

From a tyrant to a naughty child.

He says with a mischievous smile on his face.

“He is a cheater.”

The faces of the great warriors stiffen at the chief’s words.

No matter how stupid you are, you know what the word “naetong” means.

No, because they were crazy about battle, they knew more about the inner battle.

Traitors who sell information about allies who exchange information with the enemy.

Barbarians despise traitors.

Because that is unbecoming a warrior.

“betrayer!”

“Traitors must be killed!”

The two great warriors shout while glaring at the blood-covered figure.

I think my eyes rolled back just hearing that I was a spy.

“The informer... this is definitely a serious matter. However, if you are doing this based solely on your personal thoughts without any evidence, you will be in trouble no matter how much you are the chief.”

“This is a sensitive matter. Chief. “Is this accurate?”

The other two great warriors were cautious.

I didn’t just believe that it was just the chief’s words.

I wanted to check if that was true.

That was the right decision. It was too big a problem to believe and follow the words of the chieftain.

“Know. Of course, there is evidence.”

The chief reaches forward. The bloodied barbarian next to him hurriedly ran over and handed something to the chieftain. It was yellow leather.

Since barbarians did not have the technology to make paper, they wrote by scratching the leather with a sharp object.

The chief unfolded the leather, looked at what was written inside, and then threw the leather in the direction where the great warriors were.

One of the great warriors received the skin.

The chief motions for me to read.

Daejeonsa reads the text slowly. Towards the end, his voice began to tremble with anger.

The contents of the leather note were as follows.

[Arrived two days later.]

Information announcing the arrival time of the barbarians.

The chief turns his head and looks at the great warrior in the corner.

The chief looks at him with a serious face and wonders what he is thinking.

“What do you think?”

Daejeonsa could not easily answer that question.

That’s because the bloodied people over there are none other than the barbarians below him.

Daejeon Temple felt what cold sweat was for the first time.