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I Killed an Academy Player Chapter 230: Barbarians (1)

Chapter 230: Barbarians (1)

In⁠‍ the original storyline‍​ of the game,​‌ the fall of‌ the northern walls⁠‌ didn’t garner much‌‌⁠ attention.

A winter longer than‍​⁠ usual, the sudden​ fall of the⁠‌⁠ northern walls, poison‌​ spreading in the⁠​​ south, the invasion⁠​‌ of the east‌ by the heretics‌ and the rebellion⁠ of the Xeruem‌ Order.

Numerous‌‌ incidents broke out​ at once; the⁠‍​ kingdom was in‌‌ utter chaos and‌ removing the cause‍‍ of the winter​‌ was the job‌​ of the player.​ As people that‍‍⁠ were aware of‍ this future, Park‍⁠ Sihu and I had tried our‌​ best to prepare​​ for it in‌​ the last iteration.​​

We‌⁠⁠ stopped Dun Scaith‍‍‍ from pouring the‌ venom into the‌⁠​ southern river, and‍‌​ stopped the Xeruem’s‍‍ rebellion ahead of‍‍ time.

The⁠⁠⁠ Sword Emperor dealt​‍‍ with the problems‍ of the east‍ by himself even⁠ in the game,‍‍‌ so we headed‍‍‌ north after the‌​‍ south and the​​​ west to protect​ the walls but…‍⁠

[How​‍ did it not‌ even last 3 days?]

The‍ walls, which we‍‌‌ thought would last​‍⁠ the longest, fell​‌​ much quicker than‌‌‌ expected.

“I‌‌ can see why.”⁠​

The​ reason for that​‍ was unraveled before​ our eyes.

– WAHHHHHHHH…!!

Roars‍‍ were reaching us‍‌​ from all the​ way over there,​​⁠ and the entire⁠‍ horizon was packed‌‍‍ with people.

“K,​​​ Korin-hyung!”

Germain​‍‍ Luther came in‌​‌ a rush to‌ report the results.‌⁠‌

“Are​ you done?”

“Yes!‌‌​ It was hard‍ to count them⁠ all because the⁠​​ barbarians didn’t have⁠ any flags but…‌‍ somehow.”

“Tell​ me.”

“More⁠‌ than 230,000! There‍‌‍ are some children‌‌ and old people,‌‌ but it seems‌‌‌ there are at⁠​⁠ least more than‌‍⁠ 150,000 able troops!”‌‌‍

“That‍ is quite a lot.”

Northern‌⁠⁠ Kingdom.

It‌ was a common⁠ reference to the⁠⁠‍ union of barbarians‌​‍ tribes of the‍ north.

There‌⁠ were nigh 300‌‌​ tribes, including that‌‍ of half-giants, witches,⁠ sorcerers and other​ demi-humans.

Living‌⁠ in the harsh‌ lands of the‍ north, they inevitably‌ had to become‌ invaders and plunderers,⁠‌ which meant they‌ were masters of‌‌ battle regardless of⁠ gender.

As‍‍ such, even the⁠​​ females were considered​ warriors in the‌ Northern Kingdom barbarians.⁠ They were a tough bunch indeed.⁠

“C,⁠ can we beat‍​​ them?”

Germain‌ looked at me‌​‍ nervously as if‌ he had full​​ trust in me.⁠⁠⁠

It​ was understandable though,⁠‍ because there had⁠ never been an‍ invasion of this⁠‌ level in the⁠‌ history of the⁠⁠ kingdom.

“150,000​ barbarian warriors. That​ means there would⁠‌⁠ be at least‍⁠‍ 7-800 knights so…‌‌​ that makes sense.”​

No⁠ wonder it fell‌​‌ in three days.⁠‍ Even more so⁠​ because the Valkyries,‌ the great warriors‌ of the God‌‍ King, were also‌⁠ among the mix.​‌​

“We​⁠‍ will. Somehow.”

“Ohh…”‍‌‌

We‌‍ will beat them⁠​ in a frontal​‌‌ battle for sure.⁠‍ This was certain​⁠ I was certain⁠ about.

First​ off, we had‌ me.

Looking‍​ at my current‌ power level, I would at the⁠ very least be⁠‍⁠ around half of​ Park Sihu in‌​ his prime, back‍​​ when he was⁠​‍ called the God​ of Magic. Well‌ but if we‍ were to fight,​‍ I would still​ somehow come out⁠⁠ on top.

On‌​‍ top of that,​ we also had‍⁠ Lady Josephine Clara,​⁠ who was at​ the level of‍‌ a nightmare in‌ the unique environment​​‍ of a battlefield.‍⁠

Even‌​​ just one meteor​​ strike in the‍ middle of their‍‌⁠ armies would be⁠⁠⁠ a disaster.

Not​‌ only that but‍ we also had‌ Marie, Hua Ran,⁠‍ Alicia… Kranel, Yuel‌‍ and Dorron who​ also acquired divine‍‌​ treasures from Mag‌ Mell, who could‍‌⁠ each fend off‍‍‍ hundreds.

We⁠‌ would win for‍ sure.

“There⁠ would be a hundred thousand casualties‍ though. That’s the‍‍ issue.”

“Umm,​​⁠ from the barbarians?”‌​‌

“Yeah.”⁠

Germain‍​ didn’t seem to​ understand what the⁠ issue was. As⁠⁠‌ a believer of⁠ the Old Faith,⁠‍ the barbarians of​ the north were‍⁠ heretics that deserved‍ death, and that​​ was probably what​‌ he was taught​ in his upbringing.⁠

Actually,​ anyone would think‍ that as a citizen of the‌‌​ kingdom, who had‌‍ been under their⁠ constant pressure.

From⁠⁠‍ my perspective, they​‌‍ were all the⁠ same people, but​‌⁠ the deep crevice‍⁠​ of hatred among‍ hostile countries was​‍ not something that​‌ was easily solvable.‍​‍

However,‍ they were also‍‍‍ an excellent ‘ally’‌⁠⁠ in my eyes.​‌‍

“Hey,‍‌‌ Luther.”

“Yes?”​​

“We‌ are making them‌‌⁠ our allies now.”​

“What?!‌ What do you​‍ mean!” he shouted‍‌​ back in fright.‌​⁠

It‍​ was rare for‍ him to shout​​​ at me but‌ it was a normal reaction.

“I‍ said it before,‍ right? There’s going​⁠ to be countless​ demonic beasts, never​ seen before. We⁠ need the help‌‌​ of even one​​​ person.”

“B,‌‍​ but…”

Germain‌⁠ didn’t seem to​‌ know what to‌ say.

“But…​ hyung,” he said.​‍ “Will those barbaric​​ animals listen to‌‌​ you?”

He⁠⁠‍ couldn’t say straight-forwardly‌ that he wanted⁠​‍ all of them​ to die, and⁠ thus opted to‌‌​ suggest it in‍⁠‍ a roundabout way.​⁠‌

It‌ was still a fortunate thing that‍​ this Germain-guy seemed‍‌⁠ to have gone⁠ through some change.‍ If he was⁠ the same as‍⁠​ how he started⁠⁠ off in the‌​ Academy, he would‌ have gladly suggested⁠​ that we kill‍ all of them.‌‌

“Of⁠​‍ course, there’s no‍​​ reason for us⁠​⁠ to be on‌​⁠ the losing side‍‍ of the negotiation.‍‌​ I have my‌ plans.”

Unlike‍​ the El Rath​⁠⁠ Kingdom, the Northern​ Kingdom was a set of tribes⁠ that still served‍⁠⁠ the previous gods.​⁠

The‌‍‍ answer was therefore​‍‌ simple.

I just had to‍ persuade the gods​‍‌ they served.

****​⁠

The​‌ so-called barbarians of‍‍ the Northern Kingdom‍​ were considered in⁠ the El Rath​‌⁠ kingdom to be⁠⁠ barbaric, lawless and‌‍ violent, but they⁠‌‌ had their own​‍ civilizations and laws.​

They⁠⁠‍ referred to themselves​‌‌ as free people,‍‍ and hosted small​⁠‍ conferences that decided‌ on the future‌ path of their⁠⁠ village, tribes and⁠​ the union.

However,‌⁠‌ the union conference‌ last winter had‌‌ created a huge​‍ strife in the‌‌​ group.

“Skjaldmaer‍ (Shield maidens)…! It’s⁠‌⁠ time for the‍​ tribe conference!”

A man wearing a helmet of horns‍⁠ painted in white​ yelled out loud,​ looking for Brunhild.‍‍

Brunhild​‌⁠ headed to the‍⁠ tent of conference​‌​ where the representatives⁠​‍ of hundreds of⁠⁠ thousands of barbarians⁠​​ were gathered for⁠‍ their meeting. Waiting​ inside were the‌‍​ tribe chieftains and⁠‍ their advisors, skjaldmaers…‌ the Valkyries.

“You’re​‌ here, big sis.”‌‌⁠

A large woman greeted​‌⁠ her upon arrival.⁠‍‍ She, who was⁠​ as big as‍ half-giant with an‌⁠⁠ immense build and‍‌ muscles, was one‍⁠ of the Valkyries,‍​ Thrud of Strength.‌

Brunhild⁠ scanned the ones‍‌⁠ inside the tent‍‍⁠ and heaved out‍ a sigh of‍ lament.

“Seems‌‌ that a few…‌ weren’t able to‌ reach here.”

There‍⁠ were more than​​ a hundred tribes‌⁠ following Brunhild when​⁠⁠ they set off,‌​⁠ but now there‍ were only 70‍⁠ tribe leaders and‍ less than 20⁠ shield maidens.

The‌‌​ ones absent were‌‍ most likely dead​ already along with​​‌ the warriors of‍⁠‌ their tribe.

“It​ can’t be helped,‌​ shield maiden. However,​‌ they fought valiantly⁠ till death. I’m‌⁠ sure they are⁠‌ waiting for us⁠‍‌ in Valhalla.”

Brunhild​ gave a quiet‍‌ yet bitter smile​​‌ in response to‌ the words of​⁠ one of the‍​‌ tribe leaders.

The‍ tribes of the‌‌ Northern Kingdom believed⁠ in Odin, the‍⁠‍ God of War.‌⁠⁠

They‌ dreamed of Valhalla,‌ the heaven of‍‍‌ valiant warriors, but⁠‍ now that the‍‍‍ gods had fallen,​ even Brunhild couldn’t‌‍‍ be certain of‌‍‌ the existence of‌ Valhalla.

That‍‍ was why a few of them‌‌ had betrayed… or‍​‍ rather taken a different path. After‍‍ all, for the‍ shield maidens who​ believed in the‍ gods and the‍ tribes, the proposal‌‍ raised by Tates⁠ Valtazar had been‍⁠ like a tub​⁠ of honey too⁠‌‍ sweet to refuse.⁠​⁠

However,‌ she believed that​‌‌ was akin to​‌ betraying the gods​ they had been⁠‍‍ serving for thousands‍ of years.

Being⁠​ under the same‌⁠ flag as the​‍ last Frost Giant​⁠ and reviving the​⁠ World Tree, was‌‌⁠ an act of‌‌‍ betrayal to the​⁠⁠ gods they had⁠ been praising and⁠​ worshiping.

That​​⁠ was why Brunhild,‍ as well as​‍⁠ the Valkyries and‍‌‌ the tribe leaders​​ here, had been‍ vehemently against their⁠ cause.

“O⁠ skjaldmaer. We do​ not have much‌‌ time in our‍⁠ hands. The wicked​ demons of Valtazar‌ have already set‍ off on their‌‍ path.”

“…We‌ must contact the‍ walls first. We‌‍ have to send‍​‌ them a message.”‍

“Those​ feeble southerners will​ not accept us​​⁠ in!”

“That’s⁠ right! It will​‍‌ be better for⁠​‌ us to overtake⁠‍ those walls and⁠⁠ meet the monsters​ ourselves!”

“More‌⁠ than anything, we‌​ don’t have time.‌⁠ The demons are⁠‌ right behind our‌⁠ tail.”

Right⁠‍‍ – they didn’t⁠‍‍ have time. They‍‍​ didn’t have enough​ time to persuade‌ the El Rath​‌ kingdom.

Valtazar​⁠ already had more​ than half of‍ the Northern Kingdom‍⁠ tribes under his‍‍​ wing.

Out⁠‌ of 297 tribes‍⁠ of the union,​​​ 95 had been​​​ against his cause.⁠⁠

As⁠‌‌ soon as they‍‌ demonstrated their opposition,‌‌ Valtazar began a ruthless massacre of⁠​​ those 95 tribes.⁠⁠⁠ Due to the⁠​‌ unending onslaught of‌‌‍ shadow demons, and‌‍⁠ natural demonic beasts​⁠ and spirits, the⁠​ oppositional tribes had‍‍ been chased all‍ the way here.​

Brunhild‌‍⁠ and the Valkyries‌ had to lead⁠​⁠ the anti-Valtazar tribes‌⁠ south to literally‌ survive.

Those⁠‌ tall walls were⁠​ standing in their⁠‍ path, and they⁠‌​ had to cross‌‌ it to avoid‍ the waves of​‍‍ monsters coming down.​

“Hilde…‍ Did you finish‌ scouting the city?”‌⁠

She⁠‍ called one of⁠​ their sisters, who‍ had set off⁠​ to scout the‍⁠ enemy forces, and⁠ Hilde walked forward‌​​ with uncertainty.

“Yes,‌‌​ unni…”

“How⁠ is the defense​⁠ level of the‌‍​ borders?”

“It​ was much stronger‍⁠‌ and reinforced compared‍​⁠ to the last‌⁠ time we checked,⁠‍‍ and they had‍⁠‌ more than double⁠‌ their previous numbers.”​

That‌⁠‌ still meant there‍‌​ were only 2,000.‍‌‍ Hearing that, some​‍ of the tribe‌ leaders scoffed in‍ derision.

There​ were 150,000 warriors⁠ on their side.‌‍⁠ If they wanted‍ to, they could⁠​ breach the walls⁠ in less than​ half a day.‍

“But…⁠‌ there are at‌⁠ least 4 powerhouses⁠⁠‌ on their side,‌‌ that are each​‍ at the level‌⁠‍ of a grand​‌ leader.”

“What?”‍

Grand‌‍ leader.

In‌⁠‍ the Northern Kingdom,⁠‌ which worshiped the⁠ strong, it referred‌ to the strongest‍ great warrior who‍ led their union.​

It​⁠ was the same​ standard as a Unique Grade in⁠ the kingdom, and⁠‍​ it was hard⁠ to see even‍‌‍ one of them‍‍⁠ come out in‍⁠⁠ a century.

At​‌‌ the very least,​‍ for the current⁠‌‍ generation of the​ Northern Kingdom, there⁠ wasn’t a single⁠ one who could‍‌ be objectively called‌ a ‘grand leader’.‌‌

“That‌​ is impossible! How​‍‍ could there be​ not one, but‌‍‌ four powerhouses at‌ such a level?!”⁠

“Skjaldmaer​ Hilde must have⁠‍⁠ made a mistake!”‌‍‌

It​‌ was an unbelievable⁠⁠‌ evaluation. Despite the‍‌ disbelief and doubts‌⁠ of the tribe‍⁠‌ leaders, Brunhild gestured⁠ to them to‍‍ quiet down and​‌‍ asked.

“Are​⁠⁠ they… Sword Emperor⁠⁠‍ Garrand or Dimensional‍‍‌ Witch Josephine Clara?”‌⁠

Two⁠ more even apart⁠‍‌ from them…? Brunhild⁠ assumed the worst⁠ but…

“No.​‌ It was my⁠​‌ first time seeing⁠⁠ all four of‌⁠ them.”

Hilde‍ multiplied several-fold the‌‌⁠ worst-case scenario she‌​‍ had thought of.‌‍​

“…”⁠⁠⁠

It‍⁠ was a big​​‍ problem.

To​ think there would‌⁠‌ be four of‍‍ such powerhouses on‍​ their side… a bunch of them‌‌ would be massacred‍ meaninglessly considering they​ had the advantage⁠ of a fortress.‍‌‍

‘But⁠ it’s still winnable.’⁠‌‍

There​‍⁠ were 150,000 warriors⁠‌⁠ on their side,​ with more than⁠⁠ a thousand great⁠⁠ warriors, which were‌⁠‍ the same as​‍​ knights in the‍‍‌ El Rath Kingdom.​ On top of‍⁠‌ that, they had‌‍ 19 valkyries, each‌ specializing in wars.​​​

With‍‌​ even the addition​‌ of the leader‌‍ of the shield‍‍‌ maidens and the‌‌⁠ strongest Valkyrie, Brunhild,⁠‌⁠ it was impossible‍‌ to lose.

“First⁠ off… we have‍⁠⁠ to show off​⁠‍ our might and​ request they surrender.⁠​​ It’s best if‍ we don’t shed‌‌​ innocent blood.”

Send​⁠ a messenger.

Ask‌ for their surrender,​ and tell them‌​ we would have‍‌⁠ no choice but⁠‍ to attack otherwise.⁠‌‍

It‌ was then.

– Kwagagang!

A deafening thud reverberated​‌ across the cold‌​​ wasteland.

****⁠⁠

“Kuahk…!”‌‍

The‌‍ warrior who had‌‌ been defending the​‍​ entrance of the⁠ encampment facing the‍‍ walls was buried‍ in snow.

Also​ around him were‍ dozens of similar‍‌ warriors. None of⁠​ them had seen‍‌ the exact identity⁠ of the thing⁠‌ that dropped like⁠⁠ a lightning bolt.⁠​​

“Ugh…”‍​⁠

One‍‍‍ of the warriors‍‍ who had been​ watching from nearby‌⁠‌ dropped his chin‌⁠⁠ in awe.

“This‍‍ can’t be…”

They⁠​‌ were being attacked.⁠ Someone had ripped‌‌ apart the tents​ of the tribes‌‍‌ and had destroyed‌​‍ the entrance of‌⁠ the encampment.

Who‌​‌ in the world​ was it?

What‍ kind of dumbass‍‍ would ambush the​⁠​ encampment of 150,000‍‍ warriors?

Even⁠ more surprising was‌‍‍ that Malak, a half-giant, had been​ bashed away from‌‍ a single punch.​​‌ The great warrior‌⁠ reaching 3 meters​ in height, who‌ could rip demonic‌ beasts into halves‍ with bare hands,‍‌​ was rolling on‌​⁠ the ground in‌⁠​ pain.

Standing‍‌ at the center‌⁠ of that scene​ was a single⁠​​ person. The warrior‌ realized in an‍⁠ instant, that that⁠​⁠ man was in​‌​ a realm that‍​⁠ he would never‌‌‌ be able to​‍ reach in his‍‍​ life.

‘H,⁠‌‍ how could a warrior of such‌​ a young age…!’​

He‍​⁠ could tell that‌⁠⁠ he was at​⁠ the level of​​​ a top great⁠ warrior.

“B,​‌‍ bastard…! Name yourself!”‍

“Hoh…​‌​ This has been⁠​ a while. I guess so because​‍ there are no​ newspapers in the⁠​‍ Northern Kingdom.”

“What?”‌‍

Leaving‍‍ aside the warrior‍ in a stupor,‌‍​ Korin was rather‍ delighted to see​‌ people who didn’t‌ know about him.‌‌‍

“Where’s‍​ your boss? There’s⁠ too many people​‌ here that I can’t find them.”‍‍‌

“You‍ insolent fool…”

The‌​‌ warrior picked up⁠‌‌ his ax. He‌​​ knew he wouldn’t‍ be able to‍‌ defeat that man,​⁠​ but he couldn’t​‌ step back like​‌‌ a coward before​​ everyone else.

At‌​ the very least,⁠‌ he was sure​ that the shield‍ maidens would lead‍ him to Valhalla​ if he were‍‍⁠ to die against‌ a foe of‌‌​ that level.

He​‍⁠ decided to try‌ his best to​ hold the enemy​⁠ in place and‍‌​ buy at least⁠‍‌ a few seconds⁠ until the great​‍ warriors arrived.

“…”​‍

Korin‌ simply watched the‌⁠ other warriors slowly‌​‍ standing back up.‌

He‍‌⁠ intentionally struck them​⁠ with nothing but‍‌‍ a shockwave so⁠‌ that he wouldn’t​ end up killing‍‍ them. That alone⁠⁠⁠ should have alerted‍ them of the​ difference in strength,‍‌ and yet they⁠‌‍ were still eager​‌‌ to fight like‌⁠ true warriors.

“I⁠ don’t hate it.⁠​ I’m sure there’s⁠‌ no man out‍‌‍ there who wouldn’t⁠ appreciate a sight⁠‌ like this.”

However,⁠​ it was annoying​‍​ for him because‍​⁠ he had no‍ plans of killing​ anyone.

“Survival⁠‍⁠ of the strongest!​‌ We may be‍‌ weak and lose​​​ our lives, but⁠‌‍ our great warriors‍ and our shield‍‍ maidens will surely‌‍ destroy those feeble⁠​ walls of yours!”‍⁠

The‍⁠‌ fundamental principle of‍‍ the Northern Kingdom‌ was that – survival of the​‍ strongest.

It‍ was a simple​ logic that it‍‍ was natural for⁠ the strong to​​ plunder the weak.‍​‍

They⁠‍​ considered their own​​ death to be⁠​ the inevitable outcome‍​⁠ of their weakness,⁠‌ and the fall‍‍ of the walls‌ would also be‍‍⁠ because they were‌‌ weak.

“Seriously,‌‍​ this way of‌ macho thought process…”⁠⁠

His⁠‍⁠ voice suddenly turned‌⁠‍ even colder than​‍ the wintery blizzard.‍​​

How⁠⁠ could a warrior‍ who resembled the‌​ blazing Sun give⁠‌⁠ off such a cold aura? The‍⁠‍ warriors gulped and​‍ clenched onto their‌⁠ swords and axes,⁠⁠‌ but their opponent‍‌ remained standing there​‍‌ without pointing his​⁠ spear at them.‌‍​

– Kang!

One⁠ of the warriors‍‌ carrying an ax​⁠​ tilted his head‌ in confusion.

He‍ felt something swoosh‌ past his neck⁠ but didn’t know​ what it was.⁠ He touched the‌‌‌ side of his⁠​ neck and found‍ a trail of‌ warm blood.

“…Was​ that the wind?”‌‌

But‌⁠‍ how could the⁠‌ wind be so‌‌​ sharp and heavy?​‌

Upon⁠⁠ turning back to‍⁠ Korin and realizing‍ that he was‍ now pointing the​⁠‌ spear at him,⁠​⁠ the warrior realized‌ that he was​‍‌ only alive thanks⁠ to the mercy⁠ of this young‍ man.

“Damn‍ it! Are you​⁠ insulting me?! Kill​ me!!”

The​​ offended warrior roared⁠⁠​ out loud which‌⁠ made the dozens‌ of warriors run‍⁠ in at once.⁠⁠ Korin, however, remained‌​‌ standing there, waiting‍‌ for them to​‌ approach him.

Their​​‌ axes fell towards​​‍ its foe. Dozens‍‍ of blades were‍ about to land‍‍‍ on him but‌⁠ that was when⁠​‌ he lifted his​‍ right leg and—⁠

– Kwang!

— He simply stomped​ down with his⁠ foot.

“Kuhak!?”⁠

“Kuahk!”⁠‌

The⁠‌‍ snow scattered to​ all sides and⁠⁠ so did the‌⁠⁠ warriors. It was‍⁠ just a stomp⁠ and yet the​‍‍ shockwave was enough‍‍​ to send the​ warriors flying.

It⁠‍⁠ was an overwhelming‍ difference in strength.‌

It‍⁠‌ was then.

“How‌‌ dare you…!”

A roar echoed from‌‍⁠ above.

– Kwangg!

An‍ enormous shadow descended⁠⁠⁠ along with a thud. Korin parried‍​ the roaring axe​⁠ with his spear.‌‍⁠

– Kajik!

In‍⁠ that moment of‍‍‌ collision, the land‍ beneath his feet‍⁠‍ caved in with‌ a crack. An‌⁠ unbearable gush of⁠ wind resulting from​ the clash cleaned‌‌‌ all the surrounding⁠‌​ snow, making the​‍ land return to​ its snowless state.‌ Even the dead⁠‌ roots of plants⁠‍⁠ were ripped apart.​

That​​ was how strong‍‌ the descending ax⁠ was, but the⁠ spear did not‌⁠ move a single​‍ inch.

‘He​ blocked my ax?’​⁠

Torkel‍ retrieved his ax‌‌‍ and fell back.‌​⁠ The 4-meter-tall chieftain​‌⁠ of the tribe‌⁠‌ of half-giants, Black​​⁠ Axes, commended his​ foe.

“Not⁠ bad for a midget.”

Realizing‌ he was a strong opponent who‍​‌ easily withstood his‌​ ax, Torkel’s eyes‍‍ gleamed with his​​ desire to fight⁠ against the strong.‌‌⁠

That‍‍ was when more⁠⁠ warriors gushed out‌‌⁠ of the encampment.​​‌

Among⁠‍‌ them were half-giants,​‍‍ sorcerers and the​ pride of the‍ tribes, the great⁠ warriors.

There‍ were a hundred⁠‍ of them.

Torkel⁠​‍ placed his ax‍​‌ on his shoulders⁠ and asked Korin.​

“Who‍⁠​ are you, and‍⁠​ what are you‍ here for?”

Korin​ conveyed his purpose⁠ and stated as⁠ a matter of‍‍ fact.

“You‍ stand no chance​ against me. So⁠​‍ tell Brunhild to⁠ come out. It​ won’t even be‌‌‍ a fight otherwise.”‌‍

““………””‌‌

The​‍ entire area turned⁠‌‌ dead silent.

It​‍ wasn’t because they‌‍ were flustered or‌⁠ shocked.

They⁠⁠ were furious.

The‍ hundred warriors including⁠ chieftain of Black‌ Axes, Torkel, had‌⁠​ to contain their​ burning fury within‌​ their skins.

“How‌‍ dare you! Try​‌ to face the‌ divine skjaldmaers!!”

Torkel’s​‌⁠ roar erupted the‍‌ surrounding air and⁠ sent the surrounding⁠‍​ snow back into‍‍‍ the atmosphere. What‌ the knights referred‌ to as aura‍ covered his entire‍ body in invisible‍​⁠ flames.

He⁠​‌ wasn’t the only​ one.

The‌‍‌ hundred warriors behind‌⁠‍ him, as well⁠​ as the hundreds‌ and thousands of⁠⁠⁠ their warriors – in fact, even‌​‍ the tens and⁠‍⁠ the hundred thousand‌ warriors would all‍⁠ be willing to‌ shred this insolent​⁠​ invader to pieces.​

Skjaldmaers.⁠⁠‍

The‍⁠ shield maidens of‌‌ the God of⁠ War.

This​ man was daring​ to meet the‌ beautiful Valkyries who⁠ showed benevolence and⁠⁠ mercy to the⁠ poor northerners and​ led them even‌​‍ after the fall‍ of gods.

Even‌​ though he wasn’t​⁠ a great warrior⁠⁠ nor a chieftain,⁠​ he had the‍⁠ guts to make​​ such a bold‌ request.

At⁠‌​ the face of‍‍ that undisguisable show​⁠‍ of killing intent,‍⁠⁠ Korin did not‌​​ flinch in the⁠‍⁠ slightest. His straight‌‍ back showed no​​‍ signs of bending​⁠‍ down, and veins‍​ were filling his‌⁠​ thick arms.

At‍⁠ the same time,‍‌ his internal energy​‌ came surging out‌‍ like it was‍‌ trying to push​‍ the entire world‍⁠‌ away.

– KUWOOOOOOOOO!

The‌‍‌ world was met‌ by a bizarre⁠⁠ noise. The chilling‌⁠⁠ blizzard turned into​ heat; snow melted‍ and the cold‌⁠​ vanished.

Korin⁠ repeated his purpose.⁠‍​

“I‌‍ am here to​​ meet the leader⁠‌⁠ of Valkyries, Brunhild.”⁠‍​

The⁠⁠ Sun moved with⁠‍ his steps.

The‌ land, which had‍‍ once been full‍ of snow, heated⁠‌‌ up along with‍ the atmosphere as⁠ the snow evaporated‌ into the air.‍

– Chiiik!

Unraveling​‌ before the barbarians‌​ of the north‌‍⁠ was a sight​ they had never​​ seen before. The​⁠​ snow melted; they‌ vanished, and now‌‌​ the ground was‌‍⁠ bubbling with heat.‌‌

Korin‍‍ felt the change‌ in the gazes​⁠ looking at him.⁠​

Until​‍‍ moments ago, the‍ warriors had been​‍ burning with the‌‍ desire to fight.⁠ Their eyes were‍‍​ still on the​⁠ same person, but‍⁠⁠ now it was‍‌​ that of fear‍‌ and awe.

Korin‌​‍ didn’t bother moving;⁠‌ he simply stood​ there waiting on​ the spot.

That‌ was when a group started walking‍​ towards him.

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