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Albrecht wore gold armor with the help of Rosamund and Iludia. You wear a red cloak, and without a helmet, you just hold it in one hand.
Ilydia gestures to give you a hug with her arms extended. Albrecht hugs Ilydia with one arm.
As Rosamund steps out, the sunlight envelops Albrecht. Albrecht feels as if the sun has sent his self-immolation to the ground.
“Wow!”
It was snowing when they came to Karagat, and Albrecht wasn't wearing armor in his lifetime, so people have now seen Albrecht in the armor of light for the first time.
They all open their mouths and stare at the warrior of the heavens, the mercenary. Those nearby frowned at the dazzling light.
While Albrecht had become accustomed to being together, the visual effects were still too stimulating for people in this era.
Albrecht is a little embarrassed, but he is on his way to the wharf with Rosamund, holding Illudia in one arm. In the middle, Shigelard's family said goodbye on behalf of him.
“It's been an honor serving you for months. ”
Albrecht only remembered the disgusting banquet, so he wondered if Shigelard was right to take him. However, he thanked me for opening the gate and welcoming him.
“No. It was an honor. I won't forget your hospitality. ”
Shigelard smiles and nods slightly. I've been keeping Karagat safe for a long time, and the scars on his face are definitely unusual.
It wasn't that hard to protect a city the size of Karagat these days. At that time, Shigelard was able to understand and bend the market price, even though he could become an independent person with his wife.
And, although it was not expressed externally, he seemed to have great expectations for his only son, Ragnar. That's why they treat you so harshly.
Albrecht naturally looked at Ragnar next to Shigelard. Ragnar can't take his eyes off the armor of light. Albrecht faintly smiles and wants to pet you, but there are no hands left.
But Ilydia reaches out to Ragnar as if she had read his thoughts. Albrecht approaches and forces Ilydia to stroke Ragnar's head.
Albrecht turns his head to the crowd. I looked around for a moment and saw Sigurd. Ilydia asked me to give you a hand.
Sigurd sprints out of the foothills of his mother's skirt. Illudia strokes Sigurd's head this time.
The Shigellards gladly stared, and the people around them looked at it as if they were witnessing a legendary scene.
It was an age when there were no photos, other than television or the Internet. Albrecht glanced at the surrounding landscape of a cool, clear North Korean-feel, as if he were taking a picture with his eyes.
It was a clear day without clouds for a long time. The air was still cold, but the wind did not cut the flesh like it did in winter. Taking a deep breath, the lungs filled with cold, crisp northern air. Albrecht remembered this feeling.
“Then I'll be on my way. Take care.”
Albrecht goes behind the men to the wharf and onto the biggest boat, and the warriors who were already waiting row on the order.
Albrecht's ship comes to the forefront, and hundreds of ships follow suit like a fleet.
I watched the crowds at the wharf as the legendary assassin led an unprecedented large group of people away.
Albrecht looks at Karagat for a moment and turns his gaze to the horizon.
“They might get scared later. ”
Ilydia, who held Albrecht in her arms, still stared at Karagat and said something unexpected. Albrecht looks at Ilydia as if to say something.
“A boy named Ragnar was standing in a burning city. Children crying, men dying, women......”
Illudia shudders for a moment, then says:
“A warrior named Ragnar stood all over himself covered in someone else's blood. But he was smiling. ”
Albrecht looks at Ilydia, and he looks at Karagat again. I remembered the cute look of Ragnar with a chubby cheeks because he was less fat.
I remember asking myself how strong it would take to catch a dragon with my blinking eyes.
The Illudians may have new powers, but not all of them specifically penetrate the situation, its causes and consequences. What she saw was probably a distant future.
Albrecht had no idea what would happen after he died, or even what would happen in his lifetime. And they didn't even know that the burning city was their own.
Albrecht wishes only that Ragnar would not raise his sword against him in his lifetime. It's definitely a fucked-up experience to kill someone you remember when you were a kid.
Massive migration of Northmen (?) The fleet sailed south along the coastline. The narrow straits grew wider, and later the oceans appeared. Of course, it continued down the shoreline, so the ocean was just a sight for sore eyes.
The warriors set sail, sailing in the Northwest Wind, and begin to cool off. Albrecht flies, wrapped around Rosamund's shoulders, looking at the ocean darker than the color of his eyes. It really felt like my heart was breaking.
It was different from going to the eastern continent, and I had to cross the ocean at that time. I felt bad because I didn't know if I was going to die in the middle of the sea, and I had no choice. It was also true that he almost died from the storm.
Suddenly, I thought, One day, the people of the North will conquer that ocean. and discover a new continent like Earth, and a similar tragedy will happen.
Or, on the contrary, will a civilization better than the North be the first to discover it? Even Albrecht, who knew the secrets of the world, didn't know that.
Except for Vervantos, dwarves living in the heavenly mountains stare at the ocean with their eyes wide open and their mouths wide. Even mysterious species are mysterious to Humans. The Dwarves seemed surprised when they saw something new.
“Oh my God! Vervantos! You're the only one who saw this!? ”
“When have you ever ridiculed me that I go out in the human world so often, now you come to me! ”
“Only because you say stupid things! You should have told me this! ”
“What!? Hey!”
Vervantos flinches at you for saying you're an idiot. Fortunately, I couldn't fight because I was on a different boat. The two of them just yelled at the whale and argued.
They gave each other the worst insult they could, saying, "This is Elk shit."
Albrecht, accustomed to the blasphemy of knights and soldiers, was childish and more difficult to hear. The dwarves scold you, watching you two bicker.
‘Oh, come on. ’
Albrecht was merely a peaceful life, except for the distress. However, reality was not only peaceful.
It would have been great to sail a sightseeing car, but being on a boat all day was a tremendous struggle for unfamiliar people.
Not only warriors, but also women, children, and elderly people. So I had to rest on land every day. Many civilian adults suffered from seasickness. Not all Northmen on the coast are used to sailing.
Due to the nature of the longship, I was able to sail even if it was not a dock, but because the fleet was so large, I had to take a full day off and prepare for the next day.
Albrecht was worried about food. I thought I had to work a little too hard, but I leaned.
A little depression led to the coastline forming a natural harbour, and a nearby hill surrounded the wooden wooden ledge with a similar fortress in the middle. It was like a beachhead used by the Northmen to pillage.
Like the hunters and warriors of the Sky Mountains, it was a sanctuary for looters. It looked like it was not a village, it was not a city, it was not a fortress, it looked like it was in the pre-development stages of the city, but there were quite a few people living there.
Albrecht bought food from them. Of course, it wasn't enough, but I thought I could go on a supply run if I had one of these in the middle.
People in the coastal fortress were already aware of Albrecht's reputation and that he was leading them south, but were shocked to see it with his own eyes.
Dragon skulls, dwarves, and a whole bunch of people in armor of light I've never seen before. Everyone froze and stared at me dazed.
So many of them were swept up and joined. Albrecht has informed me that there will be no looting for those who are already following or new joiners.
“There will be no looting. You must swear this to join me. If you break it, you will be punished accordingly. He who wrongs a man and takes advantage of him will be compensated more than drunk, and he will slit his wrists or cut his throat. ”
The original people were bored, and the new joiners were confused. They were still living in a fortress set up as a beachhead for plunder.
Albrecht warned them clearly whether they understood it or not. Once you've joined the South, you'll be severely controlled if you hurt people badly.
However, people swore that even if they could not plunder, if they could keep up with this bizarre and massive movement, something would fall.
Albrecht took an oath and joined me. As you continue south, more people rise. With an increasing proportion of warriors, it has traditionally reached almost 1,000 warriors.
The reason that the Northmen had never been able to form such a large force was that the country or community concept was still sparse. Had it not been for Albrecht, they would have already plundered each other and killed themselves fighting.
This is why the centrality is not the ability to stand in the eyes of the monarch, but above all, it is important.
But it was literally genius to have thousands of Northern warriors assembled for people in the southern part of the North.
In the Middle War, Leopold had over a thousand men. What does it mean that there are 1,000 Northern Warriors, each of them a knightly powerless force? Without the Licence Knights, there was no force on the North continent to stop them.
The reason for the creation of the Licence Knights in the first place was because there was a very special historical ambassador called the Crusade. It was a massive recruitment of troops from the North to the East.
That is why the North Continent, which was not integrated into the Middle East, was safe to assume that no single force could stop more than a thousand northern warriors. It was unstoppable, except for Sigmund's ability to complete or the integrity of the Hero King.
If Albrecht had his way, he could wipe out all the East Coast cities on the North Continent as far as Lucretia. That's why the Northmen didn't understand Albrecht.
If we wanted to prevent them from plundering, we couldn't appeal to compassion, nor could we just press it with fame and strength. There had to be a realistic alternative.
The realistic alternative Albrecht presented was resettlement support. If it weren't for the Dwarves' treasure, it would have been impossible to ban plunder. In other words, Albrecht made a promise to the Northmen, not just to the Northmen.
The Northmen will see to it that Albrecht keeps his promises, or they will do as they please. If that were the case, the demons of hell would be released into the world.
What Albrecht did was a dangerous thing.
Albrecht turned 21 on his birthday, March 21. I've never had a birthday in my life, so I didn't care about it.
But I don't want you to know as much as Rosamund next door, but I told her early in the morning I was jealous.
Rosamund had never taken care of his birthday, so he made a puzzled look on his face and said, ’So what?' Albrecht was heartbroken.
Albrecht thought that celebrating his birthday in Kiki was something universal, but there was no strange culture in this world to celebrate his birthday. It seemed like only a few male lords or kings would take care of it.
It's not that I don't understand Rosamund's reaction, but something did. Albrecht made a commitment that if he later became a true monarch, he would create a culture that cared for his birthday.
I look at the horizon with an uncomfortable assessment, and I see the city far away. Halstadt.
Halstadt was not a big city, so the port was not well guarded, only on the land side.
Albrecht first ordered the ships to be pulled down from the warriors.
Halstadt approaches. You can see some boats entering and exiting the harbor. Getting closer and closer, I could see the faces of the people working on the docks. They were amazed at the large northern fleet that appeared out of the warehouse as they were transporting their luggage.
“Look! What's that?”
“Sh, it's a raid! Northmen!”
I didn't want to attack, but the workers threw what they were doing in a commotion and all ran to the city.
As Albrecht instructed, the warriors unloaded their ships at once. The boat can dock, but if not, it's already docked, so it jumps across the bridge and climbs up to the dock.
Albrecht leaps in and sets foot on the dock. The golden armor glows in the sunlight rising from the east, and the sea breeze strikes the red cloak with majesty. By Albrecht, Rosamund stands with his bow in his hunting attire, waving silver feet.
Approximately a thousand Northwestern warriors later plunged into the dock like a swarm of Ur ants.
It was often said that the northerners had one head bigger than the southerners and the northerners again had one head bigger than the northerners.
It was an exaggeration, but it was true that the average height was slightly different. Among them, the Northern Warriors were actually one head taller than any of the Northmen.
Together, they were either bigger or Albrecht. Most of them grew bright golden beards hot and rich, and many people had tattoos all over their faces.
Everyone was wearing leather armor on chain armor or chain armor and wearing a cape. He wore a circular shield with various drawings on his left arm, and he had a slow axe or sword in his right hand.
Eyes that look beyond the northern helmet, which protects the eyes and nose, are those of a predator who observes the opponent.
Albrecht stands on a large wharf and waits for a long time for all the Northern warriors to board the wharf.
Albrecht arrived once, but now he has to figure out what to do first.
After leaving everything else, I didn't even know the way to the city. I'd ask if I could, but I don't see any rats running away.
As Albrecht shudders, a group turns to enter the wharf. Then he froze right off the spot.
Apparently, a man dressed as a city leader brought 20 mercenaries with him. The leader was Barendorf, a merchant named Hartman, who exclusively ruled Halstadt.
Most of the Northmen came to trade, but there were very few laws against raiding cities. They used to rob the Lomuvas, mostly wildlings to the north.
I couldn't believe it when I heard that a laborer rushing from the wharf was being attacked by the Northmen.
However, I quickly decided that I shouldn't let them into the city, so I called in the mercenaries as soon as I could to stop them at the wharf.
Hartman showed quite a quick response, but he did not ask how big the enemy was and hurried to the docks.
What the hell is this? What am I looking at? I couldn't even fathom how many fully armed rice paddies filled the dock. When he entered the wharf, the ugly gaze of the loafers piered against him.
Hartman was stunned and had no fear of nasal congestion. I couldn't even decide what to run away from because my head was white. The mercenaries behind were the same.
Albrecht thought it was better this way. I walked to Hartman, who was unconscious, and bluntly said to him.
“I'll take Halstadt from now on. ”
Hartman nods earnestly, unable to answer Albrecht with a frown on his face.
Is it a birthday present for yourself? Albrecht gets a city just by standing on the wharf.
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