The Old Knight of a Frontier District

3

I saw a swordsman.

It's all right.

It's not broken.

Bardo was surprised.

I was very glad of the feeling when I shook it.

With the center of gravity ahead of us, the striking force rides beyond thought from the length of the sword.

Nevertheless, it is too much to do, such as defeating a strong river bear (Dwava) with one blow.

Not if you think so.

There are still two beasts.

I hurried to the second place.

The second one has a broken arrow piercing his left eye.

I guess there was a hunter or someone with bow skills.

From where no one is attacking with a bow right now, is that person retreating with scratches?

Bardo went into aggressive tactics this time.

He jumped in from the front of the river bear and swung his forelegs around to the blind side, hitting a sword in the middle of his back.

Quickly leave and prepare for counterattack.

But the river bear, who tried to invert it, turned around and fell.

Incredibly, a blow to the back appears to have caused serious damage to the spine.

I thought about leaving it like this for a moment and going next, but the beast at hand is dangerous.

Better keep it down.

Carefully approaching the river bear, swinging his limbs upside down, he slashed and tore the middle of his belly with a sword.

The swordsmith is surprisingly manipulative.

Despite being in such a good shape, it gets me into the exact spot I aimed for without a rash.

Baldo likes the swordsmen.

But the river bear still doesn't stop moving.

Instead of stopping, he twisted himself up and tried to bite Baldo.

Bardo accidentally struck a sword at the eyes and eyes of the river bear, or the brain.

Shit!

I thought.

of the face, also around the forehead, protected by the stiffest and thickest bones.

If you hit the head of a river bear or something decent, a bronze sword can break it.

It's not strange whether it's a steel sword or broken depending on how powerful it is.

But what Bardo felt in the next moment was not the feeling of a broken sword, but the feeling of cutting off the skull and eating it into the brain when it was easy.

Pulling through the sword, the river bear collapsed on the spot.

My right shoulder developed tingling and pain.

Wow, I cheer.

"Dear Knight!

Behind you. "

Mixed with cheer, I can hear you whispering attention.

Of course, Baldo had noticed.

A third river bear attacked us from behind.

As he turned around, he slashed it on its right front leg, which the river bear had attacked.

I no longer forgot to worry about a broken sword.

The river bear's arm was slashed.

The river bear, not even injured, flipped and struck again.

Bardo sent this and slashed it behind his neck.

The river bear tried to invert again, his neck swayed loudly and bent to an unlikely angle.

Blood erupted from the incision, and the river bear died and fell.

The loudest cheer ever, and it lasted a long time.

Some rushed over to Baldo, but Baldo looked harsh and stood still in the woods.

4.

I walked over to the woods.

The fence is broken.

The beasts must have come in from here.

Not yet.

There's something wrong.

Bardo stared at the woods.

The villagers also notice how Baldo is doing, stop making noise and watch.

Something came out of the woods.

sleigh, sleigh and.

It is a river bear.

Much bigger than the first three.

The villagers don't seem too afraid.

You think it's okay because Bardo is here.

But Baldo's face was pale.

Bye, Keygel!

How did you get here?

Warcraft dwells on the other side of the Great Barrier (Jean Dessa Law).

The village is far from the Great Barrier and close to the Great River Ova.

Nevertheless, it is said that there are warcraft even west of the River Ova.

Well, this is the border.

There's a warcraft right in front of you.

It turns out the river bears were unusually aggressive.

It's the influence of this warcraft.

Okay, but there's nothing I can do.

Warcraft, if it also became a warcraft of river bears, even a steel sword would only be scratched with a scratch.

If that's what you mean, even with the Devil's Sword, it's hard to defeat just that.

Among a few warcraft, the warcraft of the river bear is hard skinned anyway.

Even the blade of the Devil's Sword does not pass easily.

Then he gets hit hard.

I want some shielded knights, some poison arrow archers, and a few metal spears.

The speed of running is not that fast, so if it's big enough, we can use the speed of the horse to fight.

Coming.

Coming.

The Warcraft of the River Bear approaches.

Bardo shouted to the villagers, not distracting himself from the warcraft.

This isn't a warcraft!

I'm attracted to you. Everybody, run.

But the villagers don't try to escape.

If you live on the border, you can't be unaware of the Warcraft.

But I guess this neighborhood has never been attacked by a warcraft.

I don't know how horrible it is.

Bardo brutally defeated the three river bears.

The villagers, intoxicated by the victory and feeling like watching a battle in the arena, have missed the moment when Bardo slaughters (hoffs) the warcraft of the river bear.

Bardo was not willing to fight such a monster properly.

Even if we fight, without metal armor, we can't afford to make a small amount of time.

But the villagers in the back, they won't move.

Coming.

Coming.

The Warcraft is already right there.

And the Warcraft stopped his leg.

With bright red eyes, I'm looking at Bardo.

He's coming in!

Then the villagers behind you will be killed.

Bardo decided to die here and now.

If you're going to fight and die, you just want it.

Instead, let Warcraft bathe you with a machete.

My right shoulder is in stirring pain and my hips are screaming.

I can't wave my sword over and over again.

At least shake the blow as much as you want.

It's the belly you're after.

Her stomach is also very strong, but much softer than her back, etc.

If you are lucky enough to get a wound that reaches your gut, it will eventually rot and weaken this Warcraft.

In exchange for life, that degree of scratch could be inflicted.

All you have to do is see if the swordsmen can withstand that blow.

Bardo touched the sword sheath hanging on his hips with his left hand.

I felt like I heard a horse hissing.

It's Stabolos.

Now is the time?

Are you picking me up?

The Warcraft rose.

Baldo strode his right-hand sword.

Then it's Stabolos.

Just one swing.

Give me some help!

And prayed with his heart, and stood up to lift up his sword over his shoulder, and jumped in.

Swinging big doesn't allow the right shoulder to be in shape, so this is the most striking structure.

Warcraft shook his arms wide up.

The eyes are shining a demonic light.

With the utmost strength the old body would forgive, Bardo waved his sword down.

That moment.

The strange shaped sword called by the grocery store Takeshi emitted a blue-green phosphor.

Phosphorescent wrapped his entire body and glowed in the darkness of the night.

Even the slightest bit of eating, the blow that Baldo hit just slit from the warcraft's throat to near his hip into a single vertical letter.

The Warcraft, who stopped moving with her arms shaken up, stepped forward as she twisted herself.

Then my gut spilled out with intense momentum.

Blood and guts overflow as the Warcraft hides itself.

The madness disappeared from his eyes, and a giant fell into his forehead as he raised his bloodshot.

Blood soaks the ground with fierce momentum.

Baldo's boots and clothes are bloody.

The villagers cheered like crazy.

5

The villagers rejoiced in frenzy for a while.

Baldo was relieved that no one was dead, even if there were injuries.

I asked the villagers if they had seen the blue and green phosphorescence.

Everyone replied, "I don't know, I didn't see."

In the dark, I let out the light so clearly, there's no way I can't see it.

What the hell is this all about?

But there was no room for Bardo to think.

I was devastated by a great sense of fatigue.

I finally got to bed about it, and fell into it and lost consciousness.

I never dreamed, I slept like mud.

I woke up the next morning after the sun rose.

I was forced to change into freshly laundered clothes.

She also washed my clothes and boots.

On the crate beside the bed was a sheath and sword.

Bardo rose up and took that boneless mass of iron in his hand.

Looks like the villagers washed the blood away, dried it, and wiped it.

This is the Devil's Sword.

But it's not a normal demon sword.

Bardo said the Tercian Devil's Sword has been used many times.

I have also seen the Devil's Sword held by other lords about twice.

I thought it was amazing.

I thought it was a weapon that was nothing more than that in the world of men.

But this swordsman in front of me.

This swordsmith showed it last night, so strangely powerful that it's cleavage.

Most importantly, that phosphor.

That one.

The ancient heroes fought giants and demons.

During that battle, he produced different weapons and moves.

One of them is the Devil's Sword.

Heroes said they rode their backs through their hearts with the Fei Long (Yent Nada), were protected by the Divine Dragon (Meguierion), and defeated the aliens by sifting the Devil's Sword.

Of course, it's a myth, not a fact of history.

Modern demon swords are called that in the eyes of legend, but are not the product of an incredible force.

I hear it was created after an authentic study.

It is said that even if there were truly demonic swords in ancient times, they have already mowed them.

This in front of me.

This strange form of sword.

Isn't this the ancient demon sword?

Is it not the weapon of the ancient heroes, who supposedly even slashed and tore apart giants and demons?

I just think so.

Bardo laughed.

I don't want to laugh.

Once Bardo didn't want the Devil's Sword.

How many lives could have been saved if only the Devil's Sword.

When I heard that the merchant of the capital had brought the Devil's Sword to Linz, I tried to get it even in exchange for all my possessions.

After all, it was fake.

Now.

Old and faded, losing the power to fight.

Retired, away from the cleavage of the "Great Barrier," and freely exposed himself to the journey of death.

I didn't know you could get a real demon sword, like no one even knew it existed.

What more do you want me to do with this old man?

Ironically of fate, I had to laugh.