Border Guardian Hal Akircius

Far North Region, the Great Settlement of the Halemian Bagan

The Great Tent in the heart of the Great Settlement.

Danford felt terribly restless as he faced the owner of the giant body sitting in front of him.

Having said what I wanted, being so close to my opponent, who has until now been relative to me as an enemy of the uncertain heavens, arouses a sense of fear and abhorrence, as well as a sense of contempt for his appearance.

The man, who sits on a crude but immense veterinary skin, is not even wrapped in a decent top.

He's dressed almost bare, just wrapping his beastskin around something he's sorry about from shoulder to belly.

Skin is dull, all you can stretch your hair is blurred, your messy teeth are peeled off, and your mustache is not talking about all you can stretch your mess to fix it.

But only those eyes kept sending a glistening, sticky gaze to Danford.

Around it are similar… No, men dressed more narrowly, standing with their peeling swords in their hands.

There's no such thing as a sheath, the sword is uniformly covered in rust and dirt, and it's hard to say that it's sharp in flattery, besides looking closely at all the imperial and cliffonam ones, and perhaps we don't have the skill to train the sword ourselves.

Besides this smell.

My nose is going to bend.

"Lord Chieftain, can't you get a response?

When Danford said quietly as he withstood the body odor close to the rotten odor, the man made a nasty laugh out of fear in the world.

"What in return?

The dull voice echoes, and the man, Bagan, the great chief of the Halemians, asks Danford with an unpleasant laugh stuck in his face.

"… food to the city of the Empire and its people, the city of the Empire is rich in bright gold and silver, the people should use it as slaves, food is collected in the city"

Bagan rocks his belly at Danford, who says the same thing again as he described earlier.

Apparently, he's laughing.

"Something to be deceived by such a good story, you guys are enemies, there's no way the enemy can bring a good story!

Saying so loudly as soon as he got his laugh, Bagan flicks out a tough rotten fart. And Bagan laughed again when he saw Danford, who looked sincerely disgusted against his stinky fart.

Once he continues to laugh, Bagan looks at Danford like he made a little fool of him and says it away.

"Go home, Fried Little"

I move to stumble out Danford just because the guys around me would have done what I needed.

But Danford uttered that word, which should also be called trump card, when he laughed invincibly.

"... Alford's dead"

"... what?

A colored bagan.

The men around him also stopped moving unexpectedly.

"Alford is dead, do you know the rumors? That's not a rumor, my son I'll make it clear, Alford's dead, there's no one to block your path anymore"

Bagan's complexion changed even further to Danford's vomit-dropping words.

Alford's death had certainly spread as a rumor among the Halemians, but no one really believed that the demonic Alford, who had beaten and suppressed them for years without their skin, was dead.

That trend is strong, especially among the chiefs of the Halemians, and although there have been some visionary moves, no full-scale moves have yet been made.

For the last forty years, I had lost every battle with King Alford, so I had totally feared and realized that this would be a rather natural reaction for the Halemians, a barbarian who would leave their animal sensibilities strong.

But Alford's son, who was introduced to him by the chief of Flink, who should also be known as the family of Halemia, said that Alford was definitely dead.

Except for the story, if that's the case, there are no more of those in the way.

Abandon this cold, lean land and be able to migrate to the rich and warm south.

We can take rich lands, hunt slaves, and get food.

Danford told Bagan, thinking so, with a nasty grin.

"Chieftain, I can introduce you to a land that can be harvested a few times more than here... what do you say?

"... okay, I'll let you show me the way, but! You know what happens when you break a promise, don't you?

"Wow, even if I know. Quickly support me, it's a land called Cilentium, far from here, and if we get out now, we'll make it to harvest time."

Trembling at the frozen gaze of Bagan, who said as he embarked, Bagan raised his satisfactory groan and slowly pulled himself away from being embarked upon, as Danford replied.

"Okay, I'll get everyone ready right away... you follow me too"

In response to the out-of-the-box honest Bagan, Danford nodded as much as he wanted to jump up with joy and accomplishment, even as he took care of his appearance.

I would say that I kept being forced to live so poor.

He was once a Halemian who was free to go south and repeated for as long as looting was possible, but since Alford took advantage, he has been hit first and continued to be attacked when it comes to harvest season on the contrary.

It is ironic to say that winter food manages to be kept by the starving and war dead who go out in large numbers behind it, but there is not one Halemian who is aware of it.

For the Halemians, a huge wall called Alford was closing the road to the south, but its walls were gone.

If rumors were to turn into confirmation, the Halemians would move in unison.

This will lead the Halemian tribe, led by Bagan, both 200,000 and 300,000, and the Halemian barbarians will go for Cilentium in large numbers.

The horror of the barbarian Halemians of truth lies in the inexhaustibility of their human resources and in their true barbarity, which continued to refuse any civilization.

Perhaps in a fallen city, a slice of cloth and a grain of wheat should not fall.

Men are killed, women are offended, and children are plundered as slaves.

Soon, soon it will be visiting the city ruled by that hateful imperial.

A great storm of despair, destruction, violence and plunder will blow over that land.

"Now, if you'll excuse us, we'll get ready, too"

Saying so to Bagan, who began to give instructions to the warrior chiefs under his command, Danford stepped out of the great tent.

Even though it is already summer in the land of Cliffonam, there is still skin cold in the land.

Whether the land will be rough because humans are rough, or whether humans living in rough land will be rough, renewing the horrors of the Halemians living in this land, where grass is also sparse, Danford took the 1,200 warriors he has led to advance the Halemian settlement in the Far North.

During the same period, on the banks of the Porta River, Lemesia

Trebonius, the head of the Imperial Fourth Corps Corps Corps, was to have a headache problem.

The Fourth Regiment was on the move to participate in this Southern expedition, but it was stopped in Lemesia along the way.

That is also because he engaged with a growing number of bandits in Lemesia as security deteriorated.

The belligerents were already not as raw and gentle as bandits, but undoubtedly had the scale and the will to call them bandits.

But there was no reason to hit and win from the front with a large number of heavily trained imperial soldiers, a fourth legion led by Trebonius who beat the bandits without bitterness in the battle near Colonia Lemesia.

But the problem started here.

It was the Mayor of Colonia Lemesia, Pernsa, who officially asked me to crusade the bandits.

If you try to be Pernsa, there's no other opportunity like this.

If the relying legions engaged with the bandits even though they were on the move, they would have known the threat.

In fact, the bandits with a large array of horses were growing on a scale that could not be ignored, and Trebonius was also reluctant to be poked behind that speed of movement.

Meanwhile, from the city of Utica on the southern continent, where the Commander-in-Chief of the Army is located, there is an arrowy urge to assemble as soon as possible.

Trebonius also wanted to get a ruling, but I am well aware that he did not receive a decent answer from the Emperor's Palace in Imperial City.

True to be pinched, Trebonius gave priority to banditry.

After sending a report to Commander-in-Chief Scipius that he would be delayed in the bandit crusade, he was heading right and left within Lemesia to destroy the main body of the bandits.

The Fourth Corps, which is finally locating the home of the bandits and marching on, received reports from local residents that bandits are coming this way on the banks of the Porta River along the way, and went into preparation.

Sigh as the deputy widens the map.

"This will delay us from the South again"

"It's a total hassle, but we can't abandon our suffering subjects"

When Trebonius tells his deputy that, he peeks into the expanded map.

"But we can't help it alone. Our corps is a pure infantry unit with no auxiliary cavalry, so even if we defeat it, it's hard to pursue it. It's a tough time capturing a bandit-like man."

The Fourth Regiment, originally stationed near Teito as a reserve in preparation for the Northern Barbarians and Siluha.

Because they are only braided with defensive character in reserve units, heavy weapons, crossbows, and bows are fully equipped, but do not come with cavalry or lightweight infantry for pursuit.

Although he defeated the Bandits in earlier matches, it was difficult to say that he had struck even more because of the lack of pursuit, thus winging a harassing attack from the bandits on several occasions.

This time the buoyant bandits will try, also because they bracket high that if the minutes go bad, if they run away and scatter, they won't be able to chase them.

"Absolutely! Why do bandits have so many horses! Trouble and foe."

Trebonius so spilled his stupidity that he began to give his men instructions for battle placement.