Chapter 434
My Villains Episode 434
65. peak of spring(9)
Zellntree is a huge virgin forest that straddles the border between the empire and the kingdom..
The people of the kingdom called this forest Zellntree, meaning the forest where the Gelan people live. The people of the empire called it the ‘Black Forest’ because it was so dense that not even a single light shines through..
Whatever its name, the fact remains that Zelntree has a very strong vitality. A mysterious forest that has been burned, cut down, and diseased several times over hundreds of years, but still retains its appearance as it did thousands of years ago........
At the edge of Zelentree, a young wizard with a metal band on his forehead chanted a spell..
“Stronger, deeper, the wind of eternity. ”
A milky white energy appeared in front of the staff along with a strangely resonant voice. A magical power that only the fairies of the eternal world can use. The milky white mass suddenly burst forward and spewed out..
wedge!
A light friction sound was heard, and more than half of the base of the tall tree was cut off. The thick body slumped forward..
“pass over!”
“be careful!”
The soldiers shouted several times, and the tree fell with a snapping sound. Dust rose.
“ O ugh ’’
Master Epoz chuckled and waved his hands. I wanted to create a breeze, but I was running out of energy to even do that..
“line- walk!”
Several soldiers clung to the fallen log, tied a rope to it, and began to pull it..
“Tell them to bring the horse quickly. Once these horsecatchers leave, they don't come back.!”
It was only for a moment that the shirtless sergeant gave an order of displeasure, and the men holding the reins of the horses came rushing forward..
The horsemen took the rope extended by the soldiers and busily played with their hands. Soon, ropes were tied to the horse's yoke and drag, and the log began to ride roughly over the uneven ground..
Master Epoz shook the dust from his shoulders and groaned..
“Let's take a little rest. At this rate, I couldn't even put up half of the fence and ended up fainting..”
“Yes, rest. It's such a mess here that there's no place to sit, so take a breather somewhere with a good breeze over there..”
The sergeant answered politely and handed over a bag of water that smelled like fragrant wine. Then he turned to the soldiers and shouted loudly..
“Well, playtime is over! for power ax!”
Soldiers with red faces held axes. Epoz, who was taking a sip of the sweet water, slowly turned his head, feeling somewhat embarrassed..
“Wow……
To the south of the dense forest lay a river and fields..
The width and depth of the river were not that great, so the nameless river sparkled light green in the warm sunlight. The grassland, full of colorful flowers, swayed in the wind, spreading the scent of spring in all directions..
Although it was a very beautiful scenery, the young man who was called a genius magician had a confused expression on his face. Because he saw something a little different in that scene..
The river, which flows from the northeast and curves to the southeast, passed through Asag, commonly called the 'Swamp of Death.' If I carelessly touched that foul-smelling water with my mouth, I might end up suffering and turning into an undead..
In a corner of a beautiful field, instead of the smell of spring, there was an acrid smell of burnt coal. Soldiers building a camp started a fire for arson. Flowers in full bloom, strong stems, and fresh leaves shriveled in the heat and were finally consumed by flames..
Master Epoz surveyed the fields that would be stained with blood within a few days with his colorless eyes..
I was fascinated by Prince Ulkar's personality and ideals, and spent seven years under him. The immature boy who could not hide his appearance as a trainee has now become a skilled battle wizard..
The pure emotion that made me cry while looking at the flying ashes has dried up..
He was currently examining the hastily constructed barriers, the sloppy mounds, and the trenches connecting them, and asking himself questions such as, ‘How many enemies can be killed using that defense line?’.
Taang-
Epoz, who was standing in the sunlight and facing a gentle headwind, turned his head at the pure sound of metal..
“Why do you have such a gloomy face??”
“……Ah, Sir Langbolt..”
‘‘The Best Swordsman in the East’, ‘The First Knight of the Silver Prince’, ‘The Knight of True Iron’’…….
These are nicknames for the knight who sits at the edge of the forest and flicks his snow-white blade..
“It's nothing, I'm just a little tired……
“I see. Come here and sit down..”
“it's okay. I want to get some sun.”
Langbolt nodded, moved the narrow-edged sword around, and then flicked the blade again..
Taang-
“It's no wonder I'm tired. Hasn't he been working his magic non-stop since he arrived the evening before yesterday? Take it easy.”
“Don't worry. It's not that much of a stretch.……
Langbold and Epoz were quite close, considering their ten-year age difference. Not only did they build up a bond by being together as colleagues for quite some time, but it was also because Lang Bolt, a sociable person, often looked after Epoz when he was a child..
“But what are you doing here??”
“Enjoying the wind. I want to buy some kendo.”
Langbolt twirled the hand holding the sword and narrowed his eyes..
“Is it possible to cure the spell on the sword??”
“Well, let me tell you, it is possible. It might be very difficult, though. why are you like that?”
“Because the knife is too light. I'm just saying I'm not used to it.……
1The sword certainly looked light, seeing as he was swinging a metal piece over a meter long like a whip..
Epoz glanced at the white blade and shook his head..
“Give up and just adapt. If it were a magic tool of that level, you would have to be a Grand Master level enchanter to even try it..”
“I see. This is a disaster.”
“If you don't like it, you can just use what you originally used..”
Langbold smoothed his mustache and shrugged his shoulders..
“That's the problem. Except for the weight, I like everything else. Also, I don't know how much of a fuss Lord Phoenics will make if he finds out that I changed my sword carelessly..”
“I'm going crazy?”
“Lord Phoenics has been saying that for some time now. Wouldn’t it be necessary to have at least four or five magic tools to deal with sword masters?.”
The knight had a wry smile on his face, as if he was thinking of Poynix, who had taken over the city and forcibly handed over all kinds of magic tools taken from the imperial knights and swordsmen..
“somehow. I wondered why the Lord, who hates magic tools, is wearing all those rings and necklaces..”
“It's not like I hate it. Isn’t this cloak alone a magic tool?.”
The cloak, which closely resembled the wavy sea, was a magical tool with a powerful defensive magic. It was also an heirloom of the Ulshore family, given to the blood relative with the greatest skill of the time..
“I just didn't want to rely on something like this... … . There is nothing we can do because we are desperate for victory..”
He flicked his magic sword in the air a couple of times. Then I quenched my appetite and retrieved the knife..
“By the way, Lord Langbolt, is it okay for you to stay here??”
“Why, what's the problem??”
“Everyone is busy creating a defense line. Well, should I say encouragement, please do something like that.0》......
Langbolt glanced at the defense line..
The brave and cheerful sea men who believed in him and crossed the Gulf of Blades..
Private soldiers who will risk their lives without hesitation if it is in the name of a young Naga..
Nudean warriors who offer faith-like loyalty to the Daughter of Salvation.
Soldiers drawn by the Red Knight's fearsome prestige and almost magical charm.
A total of twelve hundred troops were gathered in a narrow corridor and drew a line along the river..
“……That's it. A place like that is no place for me.”
“yes? what do you mean by that?”
“That's literally it. Everyone has their own place, so you can't carelessly snoop around here and there, relying on your status as a humble knight..”
Master Epoz nodded his head with a shocked expression on his face..
Well, Langboldt Earlshore was originally that kind of person. The type of person who makes friends without being restricted by differences in social status, while also having a clear sense of himself as a nobleman and knight..
The genius wizard suddenly had an interesting idea..
“What would Lord Ankir have done??”
“ o Ugh
“Lord Ankir. “I wonder what he would have done.” Langbolt, remembering the giant knight's loud voice, smiled and answered..
“I must have been running around non-stop and yelling. He might have rolled up his sleeves and said he would do the axing himself. Would you be able to sit back and relax with that impatient personality??”
“What about Sir Ariad??”
“well. They must have come up with a clever plan, thinking about how to build the fence and mound more quickly and strongly. Without realizing that the little hair I have left is falling out..”
“Sir Lyam - I think I know. He must have climbed somewhere high and had a solemn expression..”
“Absolutely. there's no doubt.”
Even though Epoz did not cheer up, Langbold continued speaking with a very cheerful expression..
“Lord Hülterter would have been catching deer nearby and dismembering them..”
“Sir Gisella is too easy. It must have been clinging to the prince like a cicada..”
“Yeah, like always.”
The genius wizard, who was laughing heartily, soon made an ambiguous expression..
“What about Lord Phoenics??”
“……well." Langbolt quietly smoothed his mustache..
The place that suited him best was the battlefield, especially the place where the fiercest battles took place..
As the first knight of the Silver Prince, he was always at the forefront. The first enemy was defeated and the first time I saw blood. I gained a shining reputation by defeating many powerful enemies..
“Lord Phoenics.”
Langbolt knew very well that his position had been taken over by Phoenics at some point..
I can’t believe I was pushed out by a young man who was only a little over 20 years old. I knew about his lineage and his inner story from a long time ago, but it was still an incredibly infuriating thing..
But it wasn't Phoenix that shamed him the most. It was Langbolt himself..
He even had nightmares due to jealousy and inferiority that he felt for the first time in his life. Although it was only for a moment, there was also hostility..
Langbolt was embarrassed and ashamed of himself. Jealousy and even hatred towards your colleagues, could it get any uglier than this?.
“I'm not sure.”
“Me too.”
Langbolt is an excellent prosecutor. I knew very well how to use force, whether it was my enemy's or my own..
The same was true for the fierce fire burning inside. Lang Bolt firmly believed that if he managed and led this manghwa well, he would one day regain his position..
He looked west..
If Phoenix did not arrive on time, he would have no choice but to fill his vacancy..
“after.”
Ugly and foolish expectations were dispersed with a sigh..
“Let’s wait leisurely. You'll be able to check it out soon.”
“……You'll have to adjust the time..”
Epoz was looking east across the river with a heavy expression..
“I heard that the enemy had already left 'Wulfurt' three days ago. maybe within a day or two,”
“he will come.”
Langbold shook off his jealousy and feelings of inferiority and continued speaking with only a desire for victory..
“certainly.”
Epoz nodded silently at his unwavering gaze..
Around the time when the Knight of True Iron and the Genius Wizard were having a conversation in the corridor connecting Bulfurt and Eisbowald..
“……Should I fry this too?.”
On a hill northwest of Eisvowalt, Poynix was tilting his head with a cast iron pot on a bonfire..
“First of all, it looks like the salted pork was definitely stir-fried..”
While melting butter in a pot and grilling pork, he held a cabbage and fell into deep thought..
“……I don't know. Just boil it roughly..”
While muttering that, he poured water into the cast iron pot. Poynix hummed and continued cooking. On the opposite hill, Topal's two thousand army camped out and watched him..
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