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You enter the entrance of the boulder blocking you, and there is an uphill passage. Albrecht, along with Rosamund and the Northwestern Warriors, walked through a dark passageway, relying on faint light.
Just as I forcefully tilted the foreign flesh, I still hear strange mixtures of frenzy, slaughter, endless anger, and cries outside.
Albrecht holds Rosamund's hand right behind him. Her hands are trembling nicely.
Even to Northern warriors who had been through the brutal battlefield with human flesh and blood, they were merely mortals in front of the monsters' madness.
So was Albrecht. He's been in more wars than anyone else in the world. I have seen countless ugly parts of man.
What I saw during the demonstration, the raid on Leopold's encampment, the soldiers pouring into Hyveron, what the Wild King did to the women, and himself......
Murder, rape, genocide, idealism, kidnapping, human trafficking, torture, all kinds of things, I thought I was human in front of the frenzy, anger, and hatred of the monsters outside. That kind of thing is released into the world?
It was not a sense of justice, but a human being with courage could not be overlooked. If you let this go, it will be betrayal to humanity.
It wasn't until Albrecht saw the monsters that the reaction suddenly gave him a sense of humanity. But I heard that I am strongly aware that I am a human being.
Even his own side, who was lustful and cruel, who liked blood more than anyone else, was clearly a human being compared to those monsters.
A long walk down the corridor leaves a dead end. At the end of the road, there was a fairly spacious space, with a string of horses, including Schwarz.
And then I saw it as a ladder with a wooden plank on the wall so I could climb up to the dead end. You look up, and you see a small door covering the ceiling.
Albrecht climbs up the ladder, opens the door above his head and heads out, and sees dwarves in the far corner.
It was more of a spacious room, rather than a room. It felt like a shelter. The dwarves sit around with their little lanterns lit, whether they were here or not.
Next to them are two warriors laying down wounded warriors and taking first aid.
Albrecht makes his way up to the shelter, and Rosamund and his warriors enter. The Dwarves in the distance were watching people coming in, but Albrecht was furious when he approached.
“Surprise!”
“Tsk!”
“Shh! Quiet! ”
They were already watching Albrecht and his people with bright eyes, but were surprised when Albrecht came closer.
“What's wrong with your eyes? ”
You look into Albrecht's eyes with Ilydia's trembling eyes.
“What's wrong with my eyes? ”
The other dwarf says with a frightened look on his face.
“Ey, it's not human eyes. It's like, it's like a... it's like a dragon staring at me. ”
Albrecht wants to know why these Dwarves suddenly do this. Rosamund in the back comes forward and looks at Albrecht's face.
“I don't feel fine. ”
The other warriors also came forward and looked at Albrecht. They also looked like they didn't know what was in English.
Albrecht thought it might be because of his eyesight. I closed my eyes, focused again, and opened my eyes. It was dark around me.
“Huh? You're okay now? ”
“What was that? ”
As the dwarves seem to calm down, Albrecht picks up his gear and sits next to them. The dwarves settle down and fall from Sloane Albrecht. Only Rosamund stood by.
The dwarves can't take their eyes off Albrecht. Albrecht felt embarrassed for no reason. Are your eyes that weird?
Albrecht knew when he was young that he had monstrous vision when he raised his eyesight. But I always thought it was just a superior advantage over others. I never really thought about why this happened.
Illudia cautiously approaches the dwarves at a distance and grabs Albrecht's hand. Albrecht let her do what she did.
Illudia shakes her head and says,
“I don't know. I'm sure you're human. Born to be a cruel destroyer, but you are clearly a human being who has lived a desperately struggling life to escape it. ”
Albrecht was speechless. Destiny was a very ambiguous concept. Albrecht didn't believe in such a thing if he told him that the future was set.
but living a life that is born as a bastard and discriminated against, or being born poor and needy, or being born weak and persecuted.
I thought I was destined to just live my life as I was born, if I didn't want to get out of it, depending on my nature and given circumstances.
But I also thought that if I took my own ideas and beliefs and set out brave and strong, I could overcome it. That was the concept of Albrecht's destiny.
Obviously, he was born cruel, ruthless, and naturally fond of ruling others. Of course, it was not to enlighten myself and deviate from the path of fate.
I tried to escape my nature by gaining the memories of the modern people of Earth. I struggled desperately, but I tried to live with myself.
Feeding people in Oberburn and freeing hundreds of thousands of captives on the Eastern Continent were not a act of kindness.
Of course, it was an act based on belief after its own making, but deep down, it was just a struggle to escape its inherent cruel nature.
Warriors light a few more lamps. The lights of the lanterns light up the faces of the people little by little. All the warriors and dwarves were watching Albrecht.
Seeing the shocking sights, they seem powerless as if they were wounded by a soul. And they remembered Albrecht dealing with two Orcs.
Overwhelming, destructive, reckless, it was not just a force, it was not a force, it was an exercise of something other than man.
Northern warriors used to fight more brutal and fierce battles than anyone could imagine. But even to those who did, Albrecht did not come close to being a good man.
People in the southern North that Albrecht has been through have only considered Albrecht to be out of the realm of understanding.
But the Northern Warriors here are extremely skilled at combat, so Albrecht's strength has reached even greater heights.
At Albrecht, I felt something more than a natural skill and a natural talent to master martial arts.
Nevertheless, Albrecht was on their side. And that made me naturally rely on it. I felt like I could get through anything if I fought with him.
I thought he was a legendary warrior enough to be brought by Dwarves to catch dragons.
“Albert.”
Rosamund gently grabs her hand, calling out to her lover, who sits and stares at the floor in agony. Albrecht wakes from his thoughts and sees Rosamund. A gentle smile echoes through Albrecht's face, as if he could see the face of God.
Illudia, seeing him by her side, comes in between Albrecht's knees and sits with her back bent. Albrecht strokes Ilydia's head gently.
Bervantos comes to his side, sets his shoulders against Albrecht, then glances back for a moment and sits beside him leaning on Albrecht.
The golden shield is getting brighter, and you still hear monsters screaming from afar. The dwarves hug the warriors or gather around them.
Lights were small in the dark, but they were illuminating the surroundings.
Albrecht rises up, equipped with a fading golden shield. Four warriors remain, including the wounded, to protect the dwarves.
Albrecht, Rosamund, Bervantos, and Hrrolf and Gunnar have left the shelter to go after the dragon.
Albrecht saw the rest before he went down the ladder. Dwarves, including Ilydia, simply stare at the slimy warriors. There were no blessings or weights.
Albrecht opens the door on the floor and leaps down. Follows, people follow you, leaving the exit through the corridor.
The frenzy that happened last night unfolded before my eyes. Even though I was preparing with my mind in advance, the wind had swallowed me up by itself.
Most of it was blood, but many other smells were mixed up. The urine that comes out of the guts, the semen that's scattered everywhere.
Torn flesh and bones that could not even recognize the circle were scattered across this vast space.
It was not so far in front of me, but it was dark enough to stutter and go forward. But I couldn't light the torch just in case.
Albrecht raises his eyesight and sets out with Vervantos on his shielded arm. In the middle, I continue to tread on the disgusting filth, and finally reach the stairs.
I heard Albrecht can take a full day if he climbs steadily. I had to reach my destination as far as I could while the sun was rising. There were many bodies on the stairs, so Albrecht pushed them off with his feet.
The sound of the corpse falling to the ground, fluffy or crumpled, echoes through your lungs.
You lead the group up for a while, and you see the entrance to the side. It was one of the entrances to the middle of the stairs, which reminded me of the anthill yesterday.
A golden shield gives you a glimpse into the passageway, and the pathetic corpses lie strewn about.
Surprisingly, there was a pale human with a face sitting inside, covered in blood around his mouth. It looks like he was eating a corpse.
He looks at Albrecht with open eyes. I didn't feel any hostility. I was just looking at it in a creepy way.
Albrecht looks at him for a moment. After him, Rosamund looks at him and is furious and hugs Albrecht. Afterwards, even the northern warriors saw the humans inside the passageway and felt their fur all over their bodies as they inhaled the wind.
I thought it might be a vampire, but I didn't want to go in there and get eaten. You and your party have no time. Albrecht takes a step away from him.
The higher you go up the stairs, the more bodies you see and the pile of them piled up. Where the hell are the monsters coming from? Where do they disappear when it's sunny? But what was that human or vampire again?
The group looks like Albrecht is leading with a golden torch, Rosamund with a bow to follow, and Vervantos to follow in the middle, and the Northern Hemisphere warriors behind him, as if they were warriors going to defeat the Demon King in the stories.
However, there was no room for such romantic sentiments, torn corpses, nasty smells, uncharted liquids and impurities that stained the circus and the grib.
Albrecht pushes the wretched pile of corpses aside with his shield and continues to make his way down.
The golden shield fades away, and the light from the top becomes brighter. Albrecht speeds up.
Around lunchtime, Rosamund seemed exhausted. Albrecht continues to climb the endless staircase.
Albrecht used to feel like a merchant when he first met him, so he knew he was stronger than any human adult who looked like a child.
The group walks, chewing the jerky and replacing the meal. Rosamund, on his back, tears the jerky and feeds it to Albrecht.
Again, after a long time, the completely extinguished golden shield begins to glow again. The warriors in the northern hemisphere take a difficult step, breathing heavily.
“How much time do we have? ”
Albrecht feels threatened and asks Vervantos.
“Almost there. ”
“You're not lost? ”
“You, you! What are you looking at me for? ”
Vervantos is down, but he can't shout out loud. It was because I didn't know if the monsters would come if I shouted loudly. Vervantos looks fat and says behind Albrecht.
“No matter how often I go out into the human world and become numb, I can't get lost without feeling the power of a dragon. You guys really don't feel like you're crushing your body with this creepy feeling? ”
“I don't know. Anyway, give me the right directions. ”
Albrecht continues to lead the way. I climbed the stairs early in the morning until sunset without rest. Among the northern warriors, the remarkable Hrrolf and Gunnar were almost at their limit. They were already covered in sweat in this cold weather.
I tried to get to the dragon fast enough to avoid the monsters, but I was exhausted without a fight.
“Ugh! Over here. ”
Upon reaching the big entrance, Vervantos trembled, saying that this is his destination.
Albrecht stares anxiously at Bervantos. He trembles so much that he can't reach his body. Hrrolf hugs his childhood friend with his exhausted body to its limit.
Albrecht has fallen into an abyss. It's ridiculous to come back now, and it's time for monsters to spill out soon, and it's a dragon in front of you, and Vervantos is able to grab hold of it.
But I was used to this kind of setback. I always felt it when I was at war.
Every time I was thoroughly prepared, there were many variables on the day of the operation. The ability to overcome it was a true Master's condition.
It's not a war situation right now, but it's almost over and there are variables. Albrecht thought he had no choice but to quietly and bravely overcome adversity.
Then he took a step and entered the entrance where the dragon was playing the charm.
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