Almark – Northern Sword, Southern Wand

The wind is blowing.

North prairie.

The wind is strong and the cold air is already winter.

Right away.

"It's getting colder from now on."

A tough looking man in black armor.

How many winters have we got?

Say so, I'll show you the man next door.

Saana

The man next door, wearing dark armor, replied softly.

I didn't even count.

Black Wolf Cavalry.

One of the most powerful mercenary regiments in the war-torn north.

The first man to open his mouth, “Black Wolf” Gerus.

Commander of the Black Wolf Cavalry.

Lieutenant “Shadow Fang” Raise talks to this old warrior who cuts himself off, drives his horse, and sometimes does not quit crossing the enemy Ace on a single ride.

Nowadays, the street is better known as "Mavirio's Monopoly” than the two names.

Behind them are five hundred cavalry men, also known as black wolves, of black armor.

Beyond the grasslands, an army of enemies appears, reflecting the light of the sun into armor.

"Hey, I rinsed it."

Jerus nods his tongue.

"Morgard"

Call your subordinates' names without turning around.

"What did Lord Ingle say?

"Open your eyes and pave the way to the battalion. I'll do the rest."

In Morgard's response, Gerus looked at Raise blurry, saying that he was doing well.

"General, I'll get my own head."

"Everywhere the kitchen situation is going to be tough."

Raise answers without turning a blind eye to the enemy forces ahead.

"If you get the honor of the Medal of Arms and you catch the contract money, you can't do it."

"If you're worried about your nose, you'll lose your neck, Ingle."

Jerus looks back at his own army as he says.

"Gaddle. You're on reserve today. If you give me a signal, I'll jump into something good."

"Yes, sir."

A man called Gaddle answers and pulls the horse's strings.

Dozens of cavalry follow suit.

"Gay Zack. Don't mess with me."

In Gerus's words, he was in the Black Wolf Cavalry, and Gaizac, an axe master known as the "Black Battle Axe”, looked up and spit out of his face immediately.

"Does it look like that?"

"That's fine. Today's enemies won't wait. I can't afford to see my son."

Jerus smiles fiercely at the pattern of the sun depicted on the flag that flips over the center of the enemy.

"Nippon Mercenary Corps. I didn't expect you to come out here."

"Garba"

Raise looked back and gently called out to the boy next to Gaizac.

"There's nothing to worry about. Stay close to your father."

Garba, Gaizac's son, nods nervously with his father's long-handed axe on his shoulder.

Raise looks at Garba as if he were looking at his son, as Jerus remembers.

I see. Raise, your son was the same age as Garba. "

Sort of. Here we go. At the beginning... isn't that a “crowd blue” mash? "

Raise laughed thinly.

"Jerus, I'm leaving today."

"Whatever you want."

Jerus answers.

Raise's arm rose quickly. Meanwhile, dozens of people fell out of line.

"Here we go. Don't be late for me."

Raise let the horse run, to say the least.

Behind them follow the men who have left the line.

Immediately the distance from the enemy forces is blocked.

"Oh,“ "Run alone"! "

Ace “Gunman Blue” mash of the Japanese mercenary regiment in bright blue armor recognized Raise's appearance and shouted joyfully.

"I missed you. I'll take that neck."

I won't do it.

Collision.

In an instant, life and death stagger.

Mercenaries rolling off horses. Successive mercenaries are relentlessly harvesting their lives.

At the moment of the horse's passing, Raise and Mash, who had a triple slash, lost sight of the opponent while they were in turmoil.

"Single Ride"! "Mavirio Single Ride"! I'm the one who gets your neck!

The voice of the mash echoed from beyond the staggered enemies and allies.

The battle situation that seemed to be a step backwards was the work of the reserves that Jerus put in at the perfect time, and he leaned in favor of the Black Wolf Cavalry at once.

“Nothing to miss” Aigel, the leader of the Nippon Wheel Mercenary Regiment, instructs his troops to retreat quickly before they take a fatal blow.

Black wolves chase the retreating Nippon Mercenaries.

Mash!

Raise's eyes capture the blue armored warrior running forward.

He's coming from me.

"The shop is a mess today. Let's change the day again."

Mash makes a horse run with a gruesome scream.

"Don't say anything convenient."

Raise's horse had better footprints.

The mash who decided that he couldn't escape looked back with a tongue.

"I'll fight you,“ he said. "Run alone!"

When the horse is flipped, it slashes in time.

Raise dodged it slightly.

"Oops!?"

From the shoulder of the loud mash, the slashing of Raise mutilated his body, striking at each armor.

"Warrior mash. It was Warrior Raise who killed you."

Raise leaves a message on Mash's body and moves on to pursue his enemies.

A regular army led by General Ingle, who was marching behind the Black Wolf Cavalry, ran into the regular army of enemies upset by the defeat of the Nile Mercenaries.

We are up in numbers and momentum, but we can't collapse as we think.

Ingle is by no means an incompetent general. The enemy generals also seem to be quite good at battle.

"I don't want to lose my employer."

Jerus shouted at Raise with his tongue.

"Raise, slap the enemy on his side."

Oh.

Raise nodded and looked back.

Garba was right behind her.

"My father..."

"Over there."

Garba points to the back.

"How many have you slashed?"

Uplifting his bloodstained face, Garba raised two fingers.

I see.

Raise narrowed her eyes.

"I can handle this one more time. You, too."

Garba nodded loudly at Raise's words.

When Raise raised his hand, dozens of black wolves followed.

Again, now.

It's almost done around here, too.

Raise nods at Jerus's words.

"Anyway, this will be a detour. And now Norn?"

Sort of.

Gerus laughs.

"Nice work, Garba. You remember my son, don't you?"

I don't remember.

Raise smiles bitterly.

"He doesn't look good on the battlefield."

"Why?"

Jerus looks at Raise strangely.

"Ah, there was a sight. The sword was excellent. It seemed like I was looking at you. After less than six months on the battlefield, I became a warrior known from afar."

"Even if the sword works, it's not enough to be a mercenary. You know best, Jerus."

Hmm.

Jerus laughed.

"You certainly had beautiful eyes. You can't be a mercenary."

Raise nods to Jerus's words.

"That's too much to believe in."

"Isn't that nice? Unless you're a mercenary.... that was your mother's eye, Raise."

Raise shakes her head.

"It's okay. My son is happy in the south. In a land where you can trust people."

I see.

Jerus nodded and glanced at Raise's face.

Can we stop talking about this?

Jerus laughed and changed the subject.

"It's too cold to fight in Norn in winter. Let's go a little south. Rumor has it that Norn is headed for the Snakebone Mercenaries."

"King of the Snakes."

Raise smiles.

"If you take it down, you'll be the king of the wolves."

It's not a vessel.

Jerus shakes his head.

"You'll see. To be called King, you have to cross the Gaileus. Do you think you can?"

"No."

Raise also shook her head.

"Our Scorpion King Gaileus. No one can get past it."

"Am I right?

Gerus laughs.

"So defeating the Snake King will satisfy you as much as the Prince of the Wolf."

"Which side is the prince?"

Raise laughed.

The cold winds blowing on the sunset grasslands signalled the arrival of a long winter as soon as possible.