I see emperor stats-Chapter 143
green wood
Bassrock.
A man was walking through a dense forest of trees and grass.
“Sheesh! Are there only mountains here? I don't know where it is, so I'm in trouble.”
Unknowingly, Nuada, whose grumbling leaked out, was actually in a pretty embarrassing situation.
Of course, it was not a question of survival. The wild beasts that pop out from time to time were nothing more than a good meal for him, and the cold nights were no big deal to him, having spent more than half of the year in the snow-covered northern mountains.
'The problem is that not a single ant cub has gone unnoticed. Is it right for people to live?'
He had been wandering in the mountains for three days already. In fact, the place where the ship drifted was a deserted beach. It turned out that Julius was quite lucky that he ran for half a day to meet someone.
'This is crazy. I have to find my friends and companions, but there's no hope at this rate.'
Anyway, I don't know the way and I don't have a map. In this situation, it was difficult to find the way even for Nuada, no matter how familiar with the mountain.
Originally, I thought that if I went in a straight line for a few days, I would get approval, but I wonder if I took the wrong road.
And Nuada knew better than anyone else that when he lost his way in the mountains, he shouldn't move without conviction.
'I don't even know where the party is, but if I wander any longer, it might get further away. I need to come up with something.'
Contemplating how to find the way, Nuada remembered the method Julius used to track down their tribes a long time ago.
“You check the direction by looking at the annual rings of the tree you cut down?”
"There are many other ways, but that's the simplest way!"
However, that method is only used when knowing the map or destination. Nuada doesn't even know where this place is, but where can it be used by knowing the north, south, east and west?
'Hey!'
Quadduk!
Nuada, whose strife had risen, shattered a prominent giant tree with her fist. With a crackling sound, the waist of a beautiful tree bends and collapses.
thud!
It was only after hearing that sound that Nuada seemed to feel a little relieved and tried to accelerate her steps again.
“… … !?”
But then, the keen eye noticed that there was something different about the trees nearby.
"this is?"
He opened his eyes wide and carefully observed the trees around him. As he checked, the trees here were only those that grew abnormally bent or were too hard to knock down.
This fact meant only one thing. Someone kept taking trees that were straight and good for firewood.
'It looks like it was cut down to use as firewood. Then there must be someone nearby.'
After exploring the surroundings for about half a day, there were definitely signs of human touch. Trees with only stumps or fallen tree trunks left traces of dragging.
Having figured out this far, finding out where people live was a piece of cake for him.
'Even if some time has passed, the footprints of wild beasts and monsters are different from those of humans.'
Calmly sifting through the fallen leaves, Nuada looked at the ground and soon found human footprints leading to the foot of the mountain. It is the trace of a person who witnessed it in a few days, so he can't help but be glad.
'Is it over there?'
He followed the trail without hesitation.
* * *
“Congratulations on the 44th birthday of Dooryeong!”
"Congratulations!"
"OK. Ha ha ha ha!”
Today at Geoungchae, located here in Daepasan, a big party was held to celebrate the 44th birthday of the leader.
On one side of the sanchae, wealth accumulated by plundering neighboring houses and flags was piled up like a mountain, and in the center, a man as tough as a bear was bursting with a big smile as if he was in a good mood.
“These days, Jeong Do-maeng doesn’t interfere with our business (?), so only good things happen.”
“Isn’t it all thanks to the leader?”
“Yes! No matter how much Jeong Do-maeng bastards regard us as a thorn in their eyes, who is the leader? Among the seventy-two prominent swordsmen in Green Forest, isn’t it the greatest master of the power department, Hyeokgon?”
"haha! You guys really paint my face with gold.”
All the subordinates around him were busy catering to Hyeopgon, the leader.
The obvious flattery was obvious, but as is usually the case with this kind of man, he was very fond of this kind of flattery, and the atmosphere was very cordial.
In fact, it wasn't just flattery. Contrary to what he actually looked like, Hyeopgon was a master who had learned a considerable level of martial arts.
He and other big thieves who were engaged in banditry called business in this continent were called Green Forest Seventy-two. Literally, there are 72 groups of acid thieves.
However, unlike the half-assed bandits, there were also masters who had learned martial arts among them.
And at that level, he was the owner of much better martial arts than any third-class master, so it was actually with both hands and feet to root out all of them even in Jeong Do-maeng or the government family.
In addition, the atmosphere of Jeong Do-maeng these days is so chaotic that there is no time to pay attention to them, so they are running around more actively.
The sound of their chatter echoed through the nearby mountains.
In preparation for an unexpected situation, the henchmen of the sanchae, who were standing guard at the front gate, were waiting for their shift.
“Oops. It's unlucky to have expenses today. Very lucky this year... huh?"
The henchman, who was licking his lips in the midst of it, caught a person walking at a quick pace from far away on the mountain road.
“… … !?”
Geoungchae was located on the side of a steep rocky cliff, so it was good to observe the enemy from a distance, and it was difficult for the enemy to approach.
However, the man approaching now seemed to be approaching slowly at first glance, but he approached the mountainside while lightly jumping over steep rocks and steep cliffs.
'It looks like a master who has learned martial arts, should I inform the boss?'
That was what he thought, but when he saw the man's appearance, he had no choice but to tilt his head.
The other person had black hair that fell loosely and had black eyes, but the features were like a saekmok person, with big eyes and a straight nose.
He was wearing a white fur coat, but judging by his appearance, he was definitely not a master of the political faction. The henchman spoke cautiously.
“Are you the one sent by the head of the household?”
Excluding the fact that they are of different races, the outfit looks like a business partner, so it's easy to mistake it for a henchman.
Recently, there was information that a large number of masters were being recruited from Gunrangchae, the head of the seventy-two houses of green forest, so the henchmen were more cautious.
However, the henchman who heard the next man's words blanched.
“I’m going to ask you a question, but where do I have to go to get to the place where Jegal Sega is?”
'It's a big deal!'
The henchman hurriedly pounded the gong beside him.
Crack!
"hmm?"
The sound of the gong being struck soon resonated throughout the living quarters. Along with him, bandits of Geoungchae, each armed with a weapon, began pouring out of the door.
“What kind of guy are you!”
“Did they even attack the government forces?”
“… … .”
A man who only asked for directions. Nuada was quickly surrounded by them. However, when he looked around, he realized that all of them were small fish, and he only looked around with a calm expression.
“What is it! Who is that young fellow?”
Eventually, Hyeopgon, the head of the group, broke through them and revealed his great physique. He was quite upset that his birthday party was disrupted.
However, he was also a master at green forest. As soon as I saw Nuada, I noticed that he was an expert in martial arts.
He grimaced as the henchman hurriedly approached and whispered in his ear.
“You asked about Zhuge Sega?”
Hyeopgon glared at Nuada for a moment and then fell into thought. He was, in fact, surprisingly quick-witted for his size and knew how to roll his brain.
Conclusion came soon.
'There's no way a person from the five generations could be here at this point. That guy must have other business.'
“Did you say you were looking for Jegal Sega? Why?”
“To see a friend.”
Nuada, who had no business other than asking for directions, gave a short answer. Hyeopgon became a puzzled expression.
"friend?"
"Yes."
'Isn't this the weird guy?'
The fact that a young blue-eyed fellow calls Jegal Sega as if he were a neighbor, and why did he come to himself, a green islander, and ask about it?
'But he is an expert in martial arts. He might need to browse for a while.'
His eyes, trained in banditry for decades, were warning. In fact, the most important thing to eat and live on this floor is to choose a good opponent.
The reality was that if even a Murim master accidentally ran into a bandit, the life of a fly would be worse. He rolled his head slyly, not befitting his size, and then readily nodded his head.
“I know the location of Jegal Sega.”
“Really?”
Hyeopgon shook his head as if he was sorry for Nuada, who was half-joking at the moment.
"By the way, it's quite far from here, so can I go alone?"
Since the shipwreck, Nuada had moved quite far away due to having crossed paths with Julius.
“Is it that far? hmm… … .”
After hearing the street, Nuada groaned. Come to think of it, there's no way he'd be able to find it just by giving him directions. It was a serious problem for him, who had been wandering for three days without knowing about the eastern continent even as much as Julius.
'A friend told me not to use force if possible?'
Since Julius had told her not to solve it with all her might in the East, Nuada had no choice but to ask with a confused expression.
“Can you tell me the way to get there? I will consider it a debt and will definitely repay it someday.”
“Nothing difficult!”
Hyeopgon hummed inwardly and readily agreed. It was because he thought that the other person was an innocent child like his age.
'It looks like he's either a kid who just came out of Gangho or a madman. When did Zhuge Sega fall, ask me about it?'
If the opponent was a master of the Demonic Cult or Jeong Do-maeng, there was no way he wouldn't know that fact.
'But if you've learned martial arts, there's nothing wrong with being careful enough.'
Hyeopgon suggested with a sinister smile inwardly.
“But today is a good day, so it’s a bit hard to choose someone to guide you, so why don’t we take a day off inside? Tomorrow I will send someone over.”
“I can't help it. Can I take care of you?”
“In Moorim, the Dead Sea is called the East Island, but of course it is. Ha ha ha!”
Hyeopgon led Nuada to the banquet hall with a hearty laugh. But his intentions were different.
'It looks crude at first glance, but I can't avoid my eyes after rolling on this floor for decades!'
He was scanning Nuada's entire body with greedy eyes.
Nuada didn't have any special weapons, but the clothes she was wearing were surprisingly considerable.
Even the fur he wore on the outside was the leather of a young beast passed down from generation to generation in his tribe, and the shirt he wore on the inside was a luxury item processed from the leather of the serpent he had caught with Julius.
'Heh... Even if you're a master, is there anything special if you attack while you're asleep?'
That was the ulterior motive of Hyeopgon, who picked out an estimate to tear off as soon as he encountered Nuada. He slumped back in his chair and shouted in an exhilarating voice.
"now! A special guest is here too, so bring some more alcohol!”
“Waaaaaa!”
At first, the subordinates looked at him blankly, but in this mountain, the words of the leader were the law. Once Hyeopgon decided to serve as a guest, there was no way they would disagree.
“Anyway, thanks for the welcome.”
Nuada also felt a little strange, but there was no way he would feel bad about being welcomed. In order to follow Julius' orders, he sat quietly and was being treated.
After a few hundred times drinking like that, Hyeopgon suddenly ordered his subordinates, as if he was in a very good mood today.
“Today is a good day, so I will try my best! Bring my weapon!”
"All right!"
The subordinates enter the room, and the three of them whimper and bring something. Its identity was a large ax the size of a human torso.
Hyeok-Gon lightly picked up the ax that the three had struggled to carry with one hand. Seeing that monstrous power, the subordinates cheered.
“Wow! You are truly the head!”
Hyeopgon looked at his subordinates with a satisfied expression, as if his alcohol had risen excessively.
“Hahaha!”
He laughed again, and his muscles swelled like balloons. As if he had raised his strength to the fullest, the arm holding the bluish axe was bent back as much as possible.
“Ahhh!”
Whoa!
The heavy ax that had left his hand was fired into the cliff behind the living quarters.
Quadruped!
The ax that was shot like a shot is stuck in the solid rock wall and smokes up the dust. Ax marks were left here and there on the cliffs, as if they had done similar things often.
Anyway, he had innate strength, and it was impossible for anyone to dig such a heavy ax into a cliff.
“Waaaaa!!!!”
When the shouts of his subordinates shook the mountain again, Hyeopgon ordered the ax to be retrieved with a satisfied expression.
However, to pull the heavy ax from the cliff, the subordinates had to struggle.
Seeing dozens of bandits climbing the cliff and whimpering, Nuada jumped to his feet. It was a car that was very sorry to be treated only.
“It looks difficult, can I help you pull that out?”
"huh? do whatever you want.”
Hyeopgon readily agreed. It was a car that I wanted to see the skill of that kid. But instead of walking to the cliff, Nuada looked around her.
“What are you doing?”
When Hyeopgon turned his head with a puzzled expression, Nuada raised his arm as if he had just found something suitable.
“… … !?”
“I saw a good spectacle, so I will show you a trick.”
Even in the tribe of Nuada, it was common for warriors to show off their skills during festivals. Feeling a strange affinity with Hyeopgon, he lifted a long spear to hang the flag of Geoungchae.
Hyupgon tilted his head, not knowing what he was going to do. But the next moment!
Aaaaaang!
"what!"
He had no choice but to get up from his seat. Wild vegetables shook with a roar. I couldn't even see Nuada's movements properly, but he looked at the front with a surprised expression as he heard a roar and scattered stone dust.
thud!
The next thing I heard was the heavy sound of an ax falling. The identity of the roar was a spear lightly thrown by Nuada. Hyeopgon and his subordinates opened their mouths as they saw the ax that had fallen and moved their gaze to the cliff.
"omg!"
“How could that be… … .”
The spear was so immersed in the cliff that I couldn't even see the hilt.
And that's not all. The place where the spear hit was dug into the hard rock wall like a tofu, leaving a mark several meters deep and several tens of meters wide.
Hyeopgon, who opened his mouth so much that his jaw fell out, moved his head stiffly like a machine and looked back at Nuada.
“… … .”
“How is it? This is proof of being a great warrior... huh?"
Hyupgon's body was faster than he thought. He fell flat on his stomach at a speed unimaginable for his gigantic body and put his head on the ground.
“I didn’t know the sky!”
“I didn’t know the sky, Daehyeop!”
“Please, save my life!”
Hyukgon, who was trembling with his head down, was constantly shouting inwardly.
'ruined! Now I'm a real exhaust master. He's not a clumsy mountain thief like me, but a real master with terrifying skills like a chef!'
Nuada stared blankly at them with their heads bowed in all directions with a bewildered expression.
"ok?"
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