Almark – Northern Sword, Southern Wand

A sword with Almark's full weight pierced Gizalte's body.

With this momentum, Almark's body still hits Gizalte's body hard.

Gizalte accepted it with unbelievable robustness from its slender body.

Almark's eyes looked up at Gizarte's grudgingly distracted eyes.

"You lying kid."

Gizalte peered into Almark's face.

"You're lying with your arms, your eyes and your eyes."

That's how you distort your mouth.

"What a sorcerer. What a fine mercenary."

Gizalte suddenly punched open Almark's cheek with her left hand.

Unavoidable, Almark blows with a proper fist.

At that applause, Almark's hand was away from the handle of the sword.

It was never possible to let go of the sword on the battlefield.

But the sperm and roots were exhausted.

Almark rolled over the deck.

It was so harsh to risk your life to fight with the whole spirit.

I didn't know it was such a shrinkage.

When I was north, this was everyday.

Almark feels terribly accustomed to a peaceful life in the south without realizing it.

My body forgot to fight.

My hands and feet were no longer strong.Your whole body trembled like this.

Heh

Gizalte laughs with her nose as she sees Almark who can't get up while he's down.

And unexpectedly, he spit blood out of his mouth.

"Shit. What a mess."

With a bright red mouth, he discards his sword and puts his hands on the handle of Almark's sword, which remains stuck in his belly.

"I can't believe I lost twice to the same opponent.I'm baked too. "

Gizalte, who pulled out her sword by force, threw it toward Almark, even if it bled out.

"I'll give it back. I'll still use it."

The sword rolled towards Almark with a dry sound.

Gizarte laughed and looked up at Almark with a confused face without knowing his intentions, and walked slowly to the boat.Your feet are soaking wet with blood.

"Ah, shit."

Looking up at the sky and cursing, Gizalte fell on the boat.

Gizalte sat still in front of Almark, who finally woke up.

"I'm glad I got stabbed."

Gizalte laughed.

"I'm still seeing a little more."

"Can you see?"

Almark frowned.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm sure you will."

Gizalte laughs lightly.

"Your battle."

My battle.

Almark saw Gizalte.

You still want to fight?

However, the body, which could no longer stand up with its belly pierced, did not seem very capable of fighting.

And now Gizarte said, "I see the battle.”

"What do you mean?"

You, no way.

Gizalte laughed and said so, pouring hard on the blood that had come up.Every time I cough, bright red blood, like petals, sprinkles on the floor.

After lying down for a while and coughing, Gizalte raised her face.

He had an incredible expression.

"You thought I'd be happy if you defeated me."

Gizalte said.

Along with the words, Almark's right hand responds deliberately.

I don't think so.

Almark felt his whole body bleeding.

The northern mercenary, Gizalte.

A resurrected, fearsome foe.

With the best mercenaries, Almark did everything he could.

With a sword of life, he finally penetrated Gizalte at the edge.

There's no more power left to fight.

It was self-evident.

But the tremors in my right hand didn't stop.

Strong tremors like never before.

Your whole body doesn't work well.I wanted to do it just to stand up.

You can't fight.

Still, Almark picked up the sword that rolled on the floor.

It was no longer a move close to instinct.

"Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey."

Gizalte turned her neck and looked at the pole.

Almark was also used and I looked at you.

Slowly seeing him emerging from the shadow of the pillar, Almark doubted his eyes.

He was a giant.

Longer and bigger than Gizalte.

A blunt armor wrapped around her body reflected the moonlight.

The tip of a large spear that he carried emits the same light as his armor.

Fangs on the mouth of a helmet that completely covers your face.

Oh, no way.

Almark murmured. I didn't know, and my voice trembled.

"Why are you?"

Gizalte laughed low at that.

I couldn't have made a mistake.

The Garrett Heavy Mercenary Regiment, also known to the north.A warrior hidden in heaven and earth, who has served as Ace for a long time.

“Terrestrial" Angora.

A warrior who once pierced Almark's chest with a single blow and drove him to the abyss of death.

From the slight gap in the armor that covered my whole body, a smoky black fog leaked.

"Darkness....."

Almark keeps an eye out.

Unlike Gizalte, the resurrected, and his mercenaries.

That's what I figured out intuitively.

This warrior is wrapped in darkness.

He's not like us.

Gizalte said as if she had read Almark's mind.

"We can only survive on this ship.The sooner you get off the ship, the sooner you turn ash.But he can go anywhere. "

Slippery and armored warriors took a step.It's a terrible sign of rising with it.

Don't get me wrong.

Gizalte said joyfully.

"This is not a land bird."

"It's not a land bird. It's not."

Almark shakes his head.

"I know. This man..."

You can't forget. This man split up with his father and didn't bring Al Mark near, the courage of the North.

"The Land Crucifix." Angola.

How are you?

Gizalte replied.

But it's not him.

Say that and laugh low.

"This is a shadow created by your fear.Is it real on the northern battlefield, or is it dead already?I don't even know that part anymore. "

"My fear."

Almark saw the giant warrior.

Angola moves forward silently.

The intimidation. It was the same as the memorable Angolan day.

But it certainly didn't look like a bloody human being.

I need you to take him down here.

Gizalte said.

He's getting off the ship.

Get off the ship.

It took Almark a little while to figure out what it meant.

"It means..."

I'll kill you.

Gizalte said in a rude mercenary tone.

"Your people, the people on this island."

Al Mark's brains are full of faces.

"What a shadow of land.”Power is no match for real power. "

At the same time as Gizarte's mocking voice, the dull giant takes another step.

Almark's shoulder wound was starting to hurt as hard as he remembered.