Wandering Mercenary in an Open World

Chapter 110:



Chapter 110

The wind stopped.

The moment all the air currents in the area converged into the woman’s hand, Ruon had pulled the invisible bowstring to the limit.

He would be lying if he said he didn’t hesitate.

The target he aimed at was once his friend, who ate, slept, and fought with him. But he pushed aside his brief hesitation and released the bowstring.

As the huge arrow of light flew straight ahead, a lightning bolt came from afar and joined it harshly.

The moment the two projectiles reached the woman’s head in an instant.

Darkness erupted.

The darkness swallowed the light and the lightning in a flash and expanded, then flew at an incredible speed and hit the front wall roughly. All this happened in the blink of an eye.

A shockwave that matched the unimaginable explosion swept the surroundings.

Ruon braced himself against the pushing force and grabbed the arm of a nameless soldier who fell back.

As the storm subsided, he saw part of the wall that was hit by the spell crumble literally. The pale smoke rose wildly from the debris that poured down.

“Are you okay…”

Ruon turned his head to check on the soldier and his face hardened. He was lucky to avoid falling to his death, but the soldier was in a ragged state from the flying debris.

He laid down the dead man on the ground and heard someone scream from afar.

“The wall-it’s collapsed-!”

But the desperate cry was drowned out by the huge roar that came from beyond the fog.

Oooooo!

Countless barbarians appeared from behind the collapsed wall and rushed in like a furious herd of bulls.

They swung their weapons wildly, as if they wanted to vent all their pent-up anger.

“Aaah!”

The first ones to fall were the soldiers who couldn’t recover from the impact of the fall. Those who were unlucky enough to be near the collapsed wall and its vicinity lost their lives without putting up much resistance.

The fight began like that.

A barbarian with a heavy iron piece swung his arm and crushed the soldier’s head with his helmet. But a sharp spear pierced his throat from behind as he roared in victory. The sound was cut off.

Elsewhere, a knight with a lion helmet was facing three barbarians. He fended off their attacks with graceful movements, then didn’t miss a moment to stab his sword. One of the barbarians fell with a sharp counterattack.

He quickly cut down the remaining two, but before he could catch his breath, an axe flew from somewhere and hit his shoulder, making him stagger. Three new barbarians followed him. It was hard to predict the next scene.

The barbarians and the El Tigre alliance.

The two armies clashed and mingled.

They pushed their shoulders, stabbed their spears and swords, spat curses, writhed in pain, killed and were killed. The blood and flesh that had made up one human being until a moment ago dyed the dry winter sky in a mess. There was no need for a hell.

“Warrior! I wanted to compete with you!”

Ruon ignored the voice from the side and swung his arm horizontally. Then the Ruon that had pierced the barbarian’s neck tore his muscles and flesh and came out.

Only then did he turn his head. A barbarian with a strange pattern on his face dyed with blue dye was reflected in his calm eyes. The eyes met and he grinned.

“If I defeat you, who killed three chiefs, the chances of me becoming the next great chief will be high. The lofty title of ‘Ka’ is not a dream.”

He said that and spun his spear in his hand.

“My name is Ba-Olo…”

The barbarian’s name was Oloka. But he couldn’t finish his sentence. A red lightning bolt fell on his head.

The reason he was able to block Ruon’s sword was a small miracle created by his lifelong training and countless combat experiences in the north, where strength was everything.

But right after that, his spear was broken in half and he faltered at the overwhelming power and skill. He couldn’t avoid the second lightning bolt.

“···Huh?”

The head separated from the neck rolled on the ground. The brain that lost the blood supply inhaled the last oxygen and Oloka’s eyes widened. For a moment, his eyelids fell heavily over his swirling eyes.

And they never opened again.

Even though he gained a considerable amount of experience, Ruon’s face had no expression. His calm eyes that didn’t get excited at all looked around.

Arrows and projectiles of spells grazed his head, and he saw a huge black horse running towards him in the middle of the battlefield where the melee was tangled.

Heeheeheehee!

Caliban, who ran with his long mane fluttering, hit the face of a barbarian who was aiming at his master’s back with his forehead.

Uziz-The sound of bones collapsing and the man flew far away, falling headfirst and not getting up.

-Hello, long time no see-

Ruon greeted him warmly and Caliban answered him with a rough snort.

“How many stables do you have to break to be satisfied…”

Ruon muttered softly and climbed on the black horse’s back. As his eye level naturally rose, he saw the complex situation at a glance.

The barbarians, who strengthened their bodies with evil power, showed their wildness that matched their name and pressed the alliance army roughly, but fortunately, the line was not broken.

It was a possible achievement because the knights, led by Aslan, showed an amazing fight.

They had burned their own sacred power, and even though they were no longer paladins, they showed astonishing strength as they stood in place of the collapsed wall.

Ruon ran straight toward them.

Asran, who had just retrieved his greatsword from the chest of a fallen barbarian, looked up. His bloodstained lion helmet was eerie.

“I didn’t expect them to have a spell that could crush the wall.”

“Nobody could have expected that.”

Asran, who was about to say something, dodged the axe of another barbarian who rushed at him and tripped him with his foot. He then stomped on the barbarian’s head with his boot and said.

“…Kyle and Colin have already left the wall. I didn’t even have a chance to stop them.”

At that moment, as if to confirm Asran’s words, a loud roar came from afar.

Ruon replied.

“I see.”

“…You don’t seem surprised.”

“I thought it was possible. I was going to go out too.”

It was crazy.

How could he think of going out to the enemy camp by himself when they were busy defending the broken wall? But Asran nodded without any objection. He must have been an extraordinary person too.

“We’ll hold them off here.”

Ruon, who smiled faintly at the satisfying answer, kicked Caliban’s side with his ankle. Then the guy started to roll his feet vigorously.

“Make way!”

In Asran’s shout, Ruon reached the broken wall in an instant and swung his ego sword without slowing down. The heads of those who were swept by the huge arc fell to the ground like ripe apples.

Right after breaking through the barbarians, he could clearly see the flashes of light in the distance.

There, Kyle, covered in blood, was swinging his rune hammer with a huge rock behind his back. Judging by his momentum, the blood on his body was not his own.

Next to him, Colin was fending off the approaching barbarians with the end of a spear he had picked up somewhere.

“What the hell, how did this, crazy, shit!”

Colin, who was screaming intermittently, lost his balance and stabbed his buttock. Kyle, who was struggling next to him, sensed that he couldn’t help him and made a frustrated expression. At that moment, the barbarian who was running at him collapsed.

“Huh?”

Colin, who blinked his eyes in confusion, saw a familiar dagger stuck in the back of the dead barbarian’s head and grinned.

“Hahaha, I’m alive for now.”

Soon, the front line of the barbarians who were pushing in like a flood collapsed and a huge black horse appeared. Ruon, who jumped off the horse lightly, picked up the fallen spear and spun it around.

Four barbarians were neatly severed and fell.

The barbarians, who seemed to have no fear at the gruesome scene, retreated hesitantly, and a temporary lull came with a radius of 3 or 4 meters around Ruon.

He fixed his gaze on the front and said.

“Did you find a new way to kill yourself surrounded by barbarians?”

At his words, Kyle, who was gasping for breath, flushed his ears. He seemed to know he was ashamed.

“…I’m sorry.”

“His eyes suddenly rolled back and he ran like crazy. I’m the idiot who followed him.”

Colin, who added to his words, pulled out the dagger from the back of the dead barbarian’s head and said.

“Can I borrow this? The sword I was using broke in half.”

“Take this too.”

Ruon took off the leather guard on his right arm and handed it back. Colin didn’t know that the dagger and the guard were a pair, but he put the guard on his arm without a word.

“…Thank you.”

“If you stretch out your hand with the guard on, the dagger will come back to you. Don’t cut your hand in surprise.”

Colin gasped at his calm explanation. He had been a mercenary once, so he knew the value of a magic-imbued item.

A sword that could only ignite a flame as big as a rat’s tail, which could only be used as a flint, was priced at almost ten times that of a normal sword. And a dagger that came back!

It was a precious item that would not be strange to hear as a treasure, but for Ruon, it was an item that he could do without. He had the ego sword, which he could retrieve with a deeper resonance.

Then, the front line of the barbarians who surrounded them gradually loosened and then scattered and ran toward the castle. As if they didn’t want to spill blood in vain.

Colin, who looked at the scene with a bewildered expression, said.

“They’re just leaving? Are they running away?”

Kyle shook his head.

“No. They’re leaving it to someone else.”

As soon as he finished speaking, someone approached them from the front. The person who stopped at a suitable distance was a woman in a blue robe.

She said.

“Is it too formal to say long time no see?”

Ruon clenched his hand holding the sword and answered.

“It’s been a while. Amela.”

“This must be the most regrettable meeting ever. Anyway, nice to see you again. Ruon, Kyle. And… Colin, right?”

Colin, who was looking around nervously, answered.

“Do you remember me?”

The woman, Amela, smiled faintly without a word. But it was not a happy smile.

“Even our conversation that day.”

As she uttered those ominous words, everyone froze in their tracks. She took off her hood, revealing a face that was exactly as Luon remembered.

Except for one thing.

Her eyes, which had always been like the clear sky on a sunny day in his memory, were now shining with a murky light, as if he would drown in them the moment he stumbled.

That’s when Kyle spoke.

“Amela, we found out that the reason you disappeared from the tower that day was because of the shackles that the fairy from the orphanage left on you. Is there anything we can do to help you now?”

Amela nodded at the knight’s voice, tinged with guilt.

“There is.”

“What is it?”

Kyle, who had asked with wide eyes, instinctively raised his spell breaker when she lifted her arm towards him.

Thanks to that, he was able to avoid being blown to pieces, though he barely scratched the ground with his toes.

“Lucky you. I guess you really are my nemesis.”

A faint smile crossed Amela’s weary face. She added.

“You shouldn’t think much of me, since you’re the hero who killed the great demon. If you ever considered me a friend…”

Contrary to her gentle voice, her hands were bursting with a sinister magic power. As expected, the corpses of the barbarians lying on the floor twisted and rose up.

Kie-ee-ee-ee!

Beyond the horrible roar, Amela’s whisper reached his ears.

“Kill me here.”


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