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Early the next morning, Albrecht, Rosamund, Bervantos and seven northern warriors set out to take shelter.
Northern Hemisphere warriors were wearing helmets to protect not only their noses but their eyes as well. Their eyes, visible beyond the helmet, were still blunt. Like people who learned about murder and carnage.
Though it seems silly, Albrecht wondered if their helmets were full of beards because their helmets were protecting from their noses up and down.
After all, they were the weapons themselves, and they actually covered their whole body with them.
The daggers were placed on the belly, inside the boots, and on the right waist, and the left waist was filled with axes, swords, etc. You wear a circular shield on your left arm, all around your neck, surrounded by an elongated black cloak of fur, like a fox or wolf. He puts the last of the harpoons, nets and bows on his shoulders.
With their skillful body movements, they wore the Albrecht so that they could use various weapons immediately.
Albrecht, Rosamund and Bervantos are already standing by the entrance, waiting to see them.
As they seemed ready, Albrecht opened the safe house door without a word. Then, like a ghost rushing to tear off the flesh, the shivering air rushes in.
White breath emanates from Albrecht's mouth. Every breath seemed to burn the air that was breathed like fire.
Along with Albrecht and Rosamund, H'Ralph and Gunnar and several warriors set out on horseback.
They had not mastered horseback riding like knights, but they rode on horseback as a means of transport, and horses were also a symbol of wealth in the Northern Hemisphere. It meant that I killed enough people to buy a horse, and I plundered so many that I was this rich.
The air surrounds 10 warriors like merciless robbers who steal their warmth. A dark and seedy world was drifting with snow. Albrecht looks up at the sky and sees that the clouds are lighter than yesterday.
The group passes through the dense needlewood forest. It's only been four days since I came here with space travel magic, but it seems to be swarming with forests. I've never seen a proper plain.
Trees were larger than any trees in the region beneath the northern hemisphere, beyond just the thick, tall ones.
It was as if the giants who reached the sky stood tall and looked down at the ten warriors.
The problem is that in the northern part of this period, the sunrise was very short. I left early in the morning, but the world seemed to be brightening for a while and soon became dim.
I had to make camp.
“There's a place around here I know. ”
It was so cold that I had to camp in a place that could prevent the cold as much as possible. I could have frozen to death camping anywhere.
Warriors and hunters know a lot of the right places to camp. Knowing the Safe Point was an essential knowledge to their survival.
A warrior guides you out of the way and into the woods. After a while, a small cave emerges from the valley and the frozen creek.
It's not that deep. It's only about 20 people left. The group sets their horses in a corner of the cave, gathering branches to light a fire, and raising some campfires.
A sudden glow blazes through the darkness and extends his realm. As the flame grows, you fight the Darkness more courageously.
People rely on their brave flames to take their place. And the warriors simply inspected the equipment. You apply whale oil and wipe it with a cloth to keep the weapon frozen.
Albrecht sits near a campfire and trembles. He is the coldest of the 10, but far more tolerant than the average northern group.
Even if the Northmen were local, Rosamund or Vervantos were abnormal.
When Rosamund sees her husband trembling, he comes in between his knees and distributes his body temperature. Albrecht feels a little better once he hugs Rosamund. Vervantos plunges back into Rosamund's lap and warms the fire.
In a way, it was like a third brother and sister, and in a certain way, it looked like the young couple had a large son who did not fit their age.
Harolf, who was quietly warming the other campfire on one side, opens his mouth, looking at them.
“How long have you been married? ”
Albrecht turns his gaze from the campfire and looks at Hrrolf. Albrecht may not speak much, but they are far too few.
I barely spoke all day, as if silence were their virtue. Unless it was absolutely necessary to say something like "let's eat," I did not say anything useless.
“It's been four days. ”
“Huh.”
Hrowl spits out a small howl. Not only that, other warriors around him responded similarly. A newlywed couple followed a dwarf to the North District to catch a dragon. It's strange.
“I was thinking, are you Albrecht, the Giant in the South? ”
This time, Gunnar, who had a tattoo on his smooth head and all his face, looked at Albrecht and asked.
“The Southern Giant? ”
“I heard that the other day when I was in a village on the northeast coast. A giant living in the south who tramples and tears people apart. The Giant's name is Albrecht. ”
Albrecht's disappearance is small. Maybe you're right about yourself. In the battle he fought, there were many mercenaries from the Northern District.
“I think he's talking about me, but he's not a giant. Do I look like a giant to you? Reputation can be exaggerated. ”
“Nevertheless, having earned that reputation is not because it proved courage and strength. Once you get fame and become a legend, you can live forever. Our warriors don't always get what they want. ”
It was not a father, nor respect, but just courtesy and respect. Suddenly, I remember Robert E. A passage from Howard's "Conan Saga" comes to mind. "Civilians are more rude than barbarians because they never break their heads."
Albrecht seems to be absolutely right. I thought it was funny for some reason.
When the Northmen fought or fought, they abandoned their fear of death as a devoted couple and bravely fought, but other lines and manners were developed to protect them from useless fighting. If I crossed that line, I had to be prepared for death.
One of the ways of the Northmen who are guarding their manners without crossing their lines is to be silent. Horses made mistakes, and mistakes often crossed the line.
Just a few words that were too dull to say, Gunnar and the warriors continued to practice silence again.
Albrecht holds Rosamund in his arms, throwing nearby branches into the campfire and encouraging the fire.
Over time, Rosamund slumbers as he leans toward Albrecht. The nearby warriors gathered and began to doze off. Albrecht shuts his eyes for you even when he sleeps.
As the people in the cave fall into sleep, and the brave campfire shrinks again, a sudden fog reaches out to the cave as if it were still alive.
You see the gazelles leading from Calteren around Albrecht.
"Chief, are you sure you want to do this? ’
Albrecht tries to answer, but one day he pulls down his sword, holding it in both hands, like a beam of light.
The cow's head was cut off in an instant. The severed bull's head quickly became covered in blood from its own body. Even after my head was cut off, I pulled out my tongue long and looked at Albrecht, clattering my eyes for a moment.
Albrecht, come out here! Albrecht!
I heard my angry father shout outside the palace. Albrecht goes to the window, and his father rides around the courtyard shouting. The beady eyes are like blazing flames.
My father began to slap Albrecht with his sword. I was overwhelmed with sadness.
What's that? It's your price. "
At that moment, Albrecht felt something twisted. Who just said that?
He started beating himself harder. I crouched on the ground and covered my head with my hands. Poor Mother desperately yelled at him and stopped him.
‘You deserve to die. ’
I felt another strange twist. Who the hell said that? Suddenly, a light of reason emanates from Albrecht's mind, and he realizes he's dreaming now. I stopped beating my father and shouted aloud.
Wake up, Albrecht! ’
Albrecht opens his eyes. But there was a horrible figure right in front of his face that I had never seen before.
There are no eyes. Instead of a nostril, a white creature with its mouth torn through its ears stares at you. There was a long tongue running through the teeth, and his temples were stretched out to the side like horns.
Albrecht grabs the beast's neck by himself, moving like lightning before he can judge it by its head.
“Queek! Queek! ”
Then I got up and slit his throat. The spine was plucked out. Clear liquids were spilled instead of blood.
I looked around in haste, and saw two more white monsters. They put their faces to the faces of the Northwestern warriors, as they did to Albrecht.
The thin body with long fingers gives me goosebumps. Apart from the horrors, however, a flame rises from Albrecht's gaze.
“Get up, all of you! ”
A thundering sound echoes through the vast Needle Forest. At the same time, Albrecht flies to the white monsters like a flash of light.
I grab one of them by the neck, and the other tries to run as fast as a moneyball, sliding across the ground. But I couldn't escape Albrecht's lightning bolt.
Albrecht quickly approaches the ground and grabs the man's back. Two monsters groan in agony from their hands.
“Queek! Queek! ”
“Hic!”
Rosamund, Bervantos, and the Northern Hemisphere warriors are furious at Albrecht's cry, and they roll their heads wide open to accept this unrealistic situation. However, it took me a while to accept it with my head.
Albrecht grabs one head and smashes it into the cave wall. Clear blood spattered everywhere. The bodies of the two monsters sag.
“What the hell! ”
The silent Northwestern warrior shouted in horror. But the amazing thing is, the organs and bones of the dead monsters melted in an instant and just turned into water and soaked into the ground. And only thin, white skin remained.
Albrecht breathes a heavy breath. Instead of being physically exhausted, it was time to sweep away your surprised breasts.
The people in the cave stare at the corpses of monsters that are just left with frozen skin. Surprisingly, a golden shield wrapped in cloth was emitting a brilliant light.
Albrecht hurriedly leaves the cave and looks up at the sky. And I opened my eyes wide. In the sky, a colorful Aurora was overwhelming the whole sky. She wasn't the Aurora she thought she was.
Aurora was endlessly bizarre, as if trying to drive the mind of the beholder beyond beauty.
Even Albrecht, who was reasonably rational and rational like the rest of the world, felt this strange sight as if the world was about to collapse. The golden shield still radiates light.
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