Reincarnated into a Werewolf, the Demon Lord Servants

Episode 344: Aspirational Ambitions 2

"Okay, here."

Zakar ordered his men to stop and waited while riding.

This is the ruins of an ancient city. It used to be by the holy river Mejire, but it was said that the river had moved away from the city by unbelievers.

People feared that it was a curse of a great mejire, and abandoned the city and created a new one. It is considered the current Calfar.

It's a kind of old story that hates Zakar.

(Is the river moving on its own)

Zakal, who does not believe in superstition, looks down on the ground in darkness.

Zakar looks back and asks his aides.

"Did Lafhad do it well?"

"Probably ..."

"If this solution fails, I will return to Calfar immediately.

Subordinates are upset.

"What is Kagojo?"

"They are dull."

Zakar laughed and turned forward.

"Is the arrow just flying in front of the battlefield?-Spread it out, do it as you intended."

"Hey, hey"

The movements of the coastal princes are known to Zakal to some extent.

If the mercenaries begin to copy themselves, the employer will punish the mercenaries. That's obvious.

But now their eyes and hands are far away.

No one can punish Zakar.

(Looking at the army and in front of the royal capital is one thing a man should do.)

Make the most of this opportunity and fulfill your ambitions.

If unsuccessful, he keeps the castle in Calfar and reigns as the ruler of Calfar.

Carfal is right before the royal capital. Collecting mercenaries can threaten the king.

With Zakar's strategy, the army of lords is not a major threat.

(No, wait)

He suddenly remembered a man stationed in Karfal with less than three hundred means.

(I can't read the movement of Sir Weid. This mercenary is already swelling to nearly 4,000, so I can't lose ...)

The foreign man named Vaid has a feeling that he is likely to defeat a thousand or two thousand mercenaries by himself.

Of course this wasn't the case, so Zakar struck down the murmuring sound coming from his heart.

(I would lose if I was scared. It would be bearish)

When it comes to time, there are connections with nomads. Hundreds of horses will be called immediately.

Pretending to be fighting them, Zakar made false achievements and the nomads looted on trade routes outside Zachar's jurisdiction.

The connection should be alive.

When thinking about such a thing, the carriage came from a distance.

The jockey leading the carriage is Lakhad, a close friend of Zakar. I'm wearing a civilian courtesy. It was taken from Viracoya's messenger.

The carriage was accompanied by about 20 cavalry guards.

They stopped around the square, in the center of the ruined city. This is where Zakar and his men are waiting. Torches are lit in several places and the surroundings are bright.

Eventually, a well-dressed young man comes down from the carriage.

The crown shines in the flame of the torch.

King Kujaw, probably Pajam II.

Zakar got down for the time being, but hesitated to fall on his right knee.

Mercenaries hold their shields with their left feet in front, so putting their right knees exposes their right arm with weapons in front of them. The shield is also harder to hold.

The young man in the crown turned his eyebrows offended.

He doesn't say anything, but Rafhad, a civilian figure beside him, hurries.

"This is Sir Weid, an example of a Demon King's aide."

"Does Sir Weit know the manners of Quorre? I guess there may be at least a Mirardia-style ceremony."

Zakar was wondering what to do with his right knee, but decided not to.

There is no room for negotiation anyway.

"It's alright, Lakhad"

Zakar shook his head and uttered the signal.

"It's 'dawn'"

At the next moment, nets are coming down one after another from the roof of the abandoned house. Fishing net painted black.

A strong, fine-grained net struck the densely guarded cavalry.

`` What, what is this !? ''

"Attack!"

"Protect your Majesty!"

"Wait, move freely ..."

Trained warriors try to drive a horse and hold a spear, but cannot do so because they are entangled in the net.

Mercenaries are from the commoners and are often used to handling nets. In Kh r, blessed with seas and rivers, fishing nets are a living tool.

But the guards know nothing about casting.

It becomes violently blind and becomes compelled by friends.

Mercenaries' arrows are mercilessly falling down on the guard cavalry who are struggling in line.

"Guu!"

"Wow!"

Some people fall off and are crushed by their comrades' war horses. In the meantime, the warriors fall off, and no one moves.

The slaughter ended in a very short time.

"Thank you! Is this the way of Miraraldia!"

Pajam II glares at Zakhar, but no one protects him anymore.

Zakar laughs at the helpless king with his nose.

"I'm not a Vite. I'm an example mercenary captain. That's what I mean because I look down on you.

The ruler of all Khul people, the king who is said to be the descendant of the silent moon.

The commoner Zakar strikes his sword against the absolute king.

"Did you not hear me? Or did the king not know how to treat the strong?"

Pajam II glares at Zakar, but his anger disappears from his face.

Instead, he expresses compassion and contempt.

That upset Zakar.

"Hey, do you think you can make a king here right now?"

Zakal moves his neck lightly and confidant mercenaries take control of Pajam II.

"Rude person!"

The mercenaries are afraid of the king's wrath for a moment, but Zakar reproves.

"I don't care.

For mercenaries, Zachar is the king.

They are frightened, but grab the king's shoulders and press against the ground.

The king bowed down on his knees because he could not beat the strength of the mighty warriors. Right knee touches the ground.

"Yes, that's okay. A stupid assaulted by a fake messenger is not a king's vessel."

Despite Zakar's triumph, Pajam II remains silent. He stares at Zakar with a quiet look of insult.

"Hey, say something."

Zakar smiled with his sword in one hand, but the next moment he understood the meaning of the king's silence.

"Well, don't you think it's not worth talking with me?"

That's right.

Pajam II sneers at that.

Something ferocious in Zakar shouted at the king's sneer.

"Then die!"

The master's sword handling attacks the helpless king.

Zakar's sword cuts the king's neck. Fresh blood dyed the night sky red.

The exorcized king dies almost instantly.

`` Ta, captain !? ''

`` King !? ''

`` There is a curse !? ''

Although the mercenaries have a stern look, Zakar smiles with a blood of his sword.

"Is there a curse? The king's blood is golden, the same as moonlight. Look, it's just red. It's always the same human being as us. Everything is a lie."

Despite his superstition, Zakar is a deadly sin.

Zacal feels upset by his men, and continues his words to seize their heart.

"I can't turn back anymore. You're all guilty of death because you've been involved in the murderous conspiracy.

The mercenaries look increasingly sharp.

Watching the moment their fears culminated, Zakar smiled cheerfully.

Then, sand the king's corpse with his feet. I really wanted to step on it, but it was just a little scary.

"If we want to be saved, we have to seize this country. Death and nobility, which is better?"

"That's ... noble, noble."

Someone said that and throbbed.

Zakar laughs.

"Let's go now to be a noble. I'm planning. If you move as I say, you can take over this country."

"Can you do it?"

Another mercenary asked, so Zachar shrugged.

"It's easy. I wonder why I didn't do it before and I was stupid."

The mercenaries are noisy.

"so much?"

"No, but can I ...?"

"I have to do it?"

"Did the Captain affirm that he had never done anything?"

"That's right, if you're the captain ..."

Watching as the anxiety subsided, Zakar explained to them their plans.

"We only know that the king died here, so he's gone.

"That's right! I'm still not ready!"

Mercenaries who are blatantly relieved.

Zakar continues quietly, stabbing the mowing guards.

"Obviously, the king was scared of the coastal princes and fled. No one obeyed the fleeing king. Hey, don't peel off their armor. Throw it in the well "

Zakar controlled his subordinates trying to rob a gorgeous armor from a corps of guards.

"Some of the court's great guys have a connection with me. They've asked me a pretty crazy job before.

This exaggeration is a bit exaggerated, but the mercenaries will not know.

Zakar finally said:

"So we just had a night fighting exercise near Calfar tonight. Come on, we'll get rid of the unknown corpses, and we'll get out of the way. When we're back, we'll spend a special molasses. Sheep With the meat of his. "

The mercenaries cheered.

Zakar called one of his men while the mercenaries threw their bodies into old wells.

"Rahad, come here."

A man disguised as a messenger of Viracoya, the duke of Bazza, comes in the shade in response to Zakar's voice.

"What is the captain?"

"I had a hard time acting as a false messenger.

Zakar drew his dagger and pierced Lafhad's throat. Seal your mouth and movement so that your voice does not leak.

`` Buh !? ''

"You know your face too much. You can't take it, but you can't leave it alone. So kill me. You know?"

There is no reply.

Because he is already dead.

Looking down at the corpses of his subordinates, Zachar puts his dagger.

"I'm going to tell you that you're on a special mission and doing something else. It's not a lie either."

When Zakar came out of the abandoned house, he commanded his still-lively men.

"Hurry up! Our kingdom is waiting!"