The Old Knight of a Frontier District

3

The groaning voices of the Warcraft are ringing.

Soon after the Great Rock Monkey Warcraft had stormed in, the beasts behind them were beginning to groan.

Without barking, it will just happen.

That goes on all the time, even if the darkness of the night covers the area.

Bardo took darkness from the unbreaking place on the walls.

There is a large swarm of warcraft there.

Bardo is a bigger army than I've ever imagined.

Unexpectedly, Bardo did his hand on the ancient sword of his lower back.

At that time, his hand, which held one of the ancient swords, chipped and nodded.

Some of the soldiers are badly drained.

The assault of the Great Rock Monkeys seems to have hurt their spirit considerably.

The Warcraft rises without dying, whether they shoot or not, and continues to attack.

It hits people with horrible anger and hatred.

For those who know something called Warcraft in knowledge but have never fought, Warcraft is the evil ghost of hell itself.

The assault of the Great Rock Monkeys, arguably reckless, punched a definite wedge into the hearts of the defensemen.

And it is this groaning voice.

The Warcraft will attack at a distance from the arrows, making you wonder if they will attack again.

They float in the darkness with the lights of the pine lights on the walls and their shitty red eyes.

Every castle even remembers the illusion as if it had been transported elsewhere than in the world.

The defensemen can't even rest and will finally wear out.

It also solicits the anxiety of the non-combatants in the castle.

"Sir, sir.

I brought you some warm soup. "

Bardo gratefully received the vessel from Jurchaga.

The soldiers are also taking turns to rest, making sure they get their meals and rest.

At times like this, it's better to be a little thick.

A good example is Jog Ward.

Jog, who was sent back inside the castle wall, told us that we wouldn't be here for the time being, and let his men eat just now.

After finishing his meal himself, he fell asleep or began to take a nap with his armor on.

My men also said they started taking a break by relaxing with the general as an example.

When I heard this, Bardo was impressed.

He then ordered the non-combatants to cook meals and distribute them to themselves and to the eating soldiers.

It's more distracting to have something to do, and a warm meal calms down and nourishes your health.

I think it's going to be a long battle, so I'd better take turns and get some sleep.

That is how he also commanded Zaifert and Arflaburn.

There is only one moon out today.

Just my sister's moon.

Sarrier is brighter than Sister's Moon, but has weak power to illuminate the earth.

In the meantime, Sarrier is a thin three-day moon tonight.

Darkness increases human anxiety.

No, it's not just anxiety.

Because things are actually hard to see, human combat abilities are much reduced.

And the enemy has ear long wolves and blue leopards.

It's their time at night.

The arrow tip that Bardo had in mind about that, the numerous eyes glowing red, approached the castle at a tremendous rate.

Zaifert sounded a warning to the soldiers, and those who were resting also put them in combat placement.

4.

It was the ear wolf and the blue leopard who came.

Shilozno is inactive at night.

Neither does Ohana, not much activity at night.

By contrast, ear longwolves and blue leopards are the beasts that show their true worth at night.

I thought it was going to hit me, but it wasn't.

He began to bark as he wandered wide open near the north gate.

This will also wake those who sleep.

It's going to be a tough night for the non-combatants.

Some beasts are approaching, so with intent to intimidate them, Arflaburn makes them shoot sometimes, but it doesn't make them an effective attack.

Most warcraft do not attempt to get within the effective range of the bow.

All I'm saying is that I'm no longer out of this hand.

Bardo was driven by vague anxiety, with the odd impression that it was something that kept barking so much.

Something, something, is caught somewhere in my heart.

I feel like I'm overlooking something important.

"Brother Arfra."

"Don't call me that.

What? "

Jurchaga and Arfraburn are having an idyllic conversation from earlier.

In the barking voices of the beasts, but somehow they are talking directly beside Bardo, so they are heard well.

As the soldiers nearby will hear, I wonder if this is a good tone for Jurchaga.

But Jurchaga is a man who can read the air horribly.

This is what that Julchaga is doing, so I guess it's okay.

"Brother Arfra, did you say you used to have an owl monkey?

"Uhm.

Monkeys are rare in the Imperial City.

Owls are really cute when they are small, so many aristocratic women want them.

I got it for a souvenir from Doria Tessa, but that one didn't seem interested in keeping the creature.

In the end, I raised him. "

"Brother Arfra, you're so serious.

You're smart as an owl. "

"So don't call me that.

Hmm.

I remember performances well and I'm loyal to my husband.

When I grew up, I threw them in the garden and turned them into monkeys. "

"Owl monkeys also use tools.

Before, there was an owl from the woods.

I walked into the village house, cracked my head open with a wooden stick, and took the potato inside. "

"Ha.

I guess that's about it.

My owl has the door open and closed. "

"If it was Brother Arfra's raised monkey, come on.

I guess he looked like a great monkey. "

"If you speak any more disrespectfully, I will slay you."

"Heh.

I've improved enough to kill you.

Good luck, Brother Arfra. "

Listening, Bardo found his face blue.

Monkeys.

I don't have an owl monkey.

Among the warcraft that came at noon, there were no owl monkeys.

Some of the warcraft that attacked Fort Corpos were owl monkeys, but it wiped them out.

Some of the warcraft that Jog Ward repelled, he said, was also an owl, but they couldn't let that happen until it was completely destroyed.

Then were there any owl monkeys among the warcraft that attacked the other forts?

And yet, not a single one here.

So where are you now?

When he heard a drum announcing that something had happened to West Gate, Bardo found out about my failure.

5

Owl monkeys broke into the castle.

Looks like he climbed the walls in a thin spot just outside the west and south gates.

Baldo regretted that he would keep a close watch by issuing a warning that an owl might come.

Even so, the Rhode Van Castle was too large to arrange for human beings or pine lights to cover the walls very much.

The first person to discover the owl was a non-combatant resident.

About twenty owl monkeys ran in disregard of the screaming inhabitants.

To the west gate.

The north and south gates are large in this castle.

The entrance doors, such as the North Gate, have a triple structure, which gives the servant Warcraft the peace of mind that it will not be so broken.

The gates to the west and east are small.

It opens the door of the plate, closes it with a candle and reinforces it with a stick.

The monkeys opened the gate to the west.

The ear longwolves and the blue leopards, who were acting intimidating in front of the North Gate, suddenly ran towards the West Gate, as if they had signed up.

The Baldos descended from the walls and traveled with horses.

The balds ran along the walls where the pine lights were positioned.

Ear longwolves and blue leopard warcraft, who started moving faster than the Balds, had already started breaking in from the West Gate.

But Jog Ward was rushing to close the West Gate as soon as possible.

This is a great medal.

The first thing that caught my eye when Bardo arrived at the West Gate was the battle of Jog's Lion Rapid.

Several soldiers are desperately pushing in the west gate, putting down Marutai's gripping stick, piling up earthbags (which ones) and stones.

Protecting Colin Cruiser and the soldiers some knights work on, he's holding the Warcraft back.

Before that, Jog is dealing with a lot of Warcraft by himself.

No, it's not right to be alone.

Around it, the knights are fighting the Warcraft.

But no one comes near the jog, and an astonishing number of warcraft surround the jog.

Jog wraps his whole body in black armor, does not wear a helmet on his head, and wields a black sword endlessly.

Warcraft fly one after the other, but they fly all over it.

Exactly, Storm (Panzar).

Some warcraft grab on to Jog's body, or stand up their nails, but Jog gets swept away with his body's rotational power and starts with a sword.

The sprung warcraft, screaming and being struck by the earth, soon rise up and strike again at the jog.

Like moths drawn to the flames, the Warcraft naturally created a circle of attack in pursuit of one jog.

The black sword, which continues to be wielded with a snug acceleration, blows up the Warcraft, regardless of its subtlety.

Some warcraft have been smashed in the head.

Some warcraft have broken their legs.

The blue leopard, who now took a direct hit of the black sword in front of Bardo's eyes, was struck by the outer wall and sounded shabby.

I forgot I was a warcraft and felt sorry for him for a moment.

Probably the warcraft that broke in at this time was about twenty ear long wolves and ten blue leopards.

This unthinkable battle of Jog's not thinking ahead only lasts for a few moments, no matter what.

But you bought me valuable time.

Bardo went down the horse, pulled out his ancient sword, and attacked the Warcraft.

The hand holding the ancient sword chipped and nodded.

The other knights arrived one after the other and joined the battle.

Destroying the Warcraft in one swing, Bardo pulled out the seer's temper.

But Cars Lowen was the one who showed the most fearsome activity at this time.

Drawing out the Devil's Sword (Van Fleur), Cars quickly slashed the moving beasts without hesitation in this darkness.

The exact sword judgment that most of the time snaps the neck or punches the heart, burying the Warcraft in no time will be a narrative in the Knights of the Borders until later.

Arflaburn also slaughtered his enemies with a powerful and precise slaughter with the Devil's Sword (Neribel (Black Roar)) in his hand.

After finishing his instructions at the North Gate, he followed Baldo and arrived late, Zaifert, quick to grasp the situation, led his men to the point of entry of the Owl monkeys.

It is to keep no more monkeys inside the walls, to find and kill the monkeys who have already gone inside.

The attack power of the owl itself is not so much a threat, but you can't wait to be attacked by non-combatants.

And Zaifert commanded that the warcraft that were barking round the west gate should be anointed and burnt to death.

The situation was settling, and Bardo breathed relief.

But at this time, a bell sounded announcing an anomaly from the direction of the North Gate.

Shilozno and his men began to storm the North Gate.

6.

When Bardo turned back to the North Gate, the archers were launching an attack under the command of Knight Maitarp.

But since it is dark and the archers are tired from daytime combat, the momentum of the attack is not strong.

The hard epidermis of Shilozno's warcraft are not given much pain with a few arrows, etc.

Still, thankfully, there were still arrows that planted the poison.

Bardo instructed Maitarp to shoot an arrow with the intention of poisoning all one hundred without intending to defeat Shilozno with an arrow.

And although it is impossible to order in this darkness, I ordered him to aim for the torso part as much as possible, not the hard head.

It is nevertheless a terrible sound and vibration.

There was a large rock monkey body folded near the North Gate.

The body should be quite disturbing.

All the more so because Shilozno should often be blind at night.

Many Shilozno now fall stumbling on the bodies of big rock monkeys.

Still, Shirozno just storms in if you don't mind a broken leg.

Not so much a stone wall as a door, but hundreds of Shilozno repeatedly storm the madness.

Its footsteps are like rage, and its clashing sounds are a constantly tapping hell of a hammer.

It's a horrible sound that even warring warriors can't help but sift their fears.

It was not long before reports came that the first gate had been broken.

For a moment, Bardo thought, Shall we send the spear-equipped Knights out of the East Gate and attack the Shilozno's?

No, you can't.

The Ohanas, who are supposed to hold back, will come at us.

Ohana is a large pig with a terribly sturdy nose and sharp fangs, with unusually fast assault speeds.

He is a difficult opponent to fight while on a horse.

If the ear longwolf and the blue leopard, who are making a scene outside the West Gate while they are stuck in Ohana, arrive, the knights who let them out will be wiped out.

If you look at it, Zaifert piles a stone inside the North Gate, placing a knight with a great shield inside it.

Good call.

There are also stones piled between the second and third gates, so many Shilozno cannot come in at once.

Bardo was prepared and gave instructions to Zaifert.

Without trying to stop Shilozno, line up the big shield to guide him in the direction of entry.

Prepare the original spear and create a bamboo in the square in front of this North Gate.

Trying to get them in formation like that.

I made him stop attacking the bow once the poison arrow was gone.

The top of the North Gate is in a state where we don't know when it will collapse, so we evacuated it to the left and right.

The incompetent graduates ordered him to climb the wall with a bow anyway.

Among the non-combatants, the young men were asked to help carry arrows.

Otherwise the non-combatants ordered the door to be closed firmly inside the castle.

At that time, reports came that a second gate had also been broken.

Bardo ordered the oil to swing outside the walls.

I had to carry a large pot because there was no more small shake pot I used at noon.

One of the kettles was broken over the walls because the walls swayed due to the assaults of the Warcraft.

But whatever was in the kettle, he smashed it over Shilozno, who pushed him to break the gates.

I kept the soldiers oiled away before letting them shoot the fire arrows.

A flame blew up in the darkness of the night.

Warcraft shouts outrage.

Its appearance of screaming in the midst of fire is worthy of the use of the King of Hell.

Bardo went down to the square.

I wish I had let this square build a fence with a thread.

Good wisdom comes to mind when it's too late.

I drank the water that Jurchaga offered me.

Strength comes back to the body.

Here comes Jog.

The armor is blurry.

There are also several claw marks of the Warcraft on his face, vivid with the remainder of the blood he brutally wiped off and the newly flowing blood.

I still drink water.

No, it's not water.

What a distilled liquor he had in his water bottle and smelled like pudding alcohol.

You mistook Bardo's gaze.

"Do you want to twitch?"

and I've offered you a water bottle.

I took it and drank it with pleasure.

It is a tough drink.

I can burn my throat.

I have a stomach or a little fever.

When I returned the water bottle to the jog, I heard the last gate broken.

Finally, it's the final showdown.

But the number of Warcraft is greater than the number of humans who can fight.

Winning is a difficult battle.

But even if he dies from defeat, he shreds as many warcraft as he can.

That's the mission I've been given right now, Bardo thought.

Then the battle began like hell.

Shirozno jumps in one after the other, guided by a great shield.

Jog, Cars, Arflaburn and Zaifert wait and slash him on the front leg.

The speed of penetration is lacking in Shilozno, who has entered as he pushes the narrow clearance of the castle gate against each other.

But in front of that huge, violent figure, standing flat, and only these four people can do damage to their legs with one blow.

Warcraft injured in the leg are surrounded by a large number of spear units and attacked simultaneously.

Nuts with demon spears were active.

There are only six Demon Spears in total.

With a few more demon spears, Bardo thought.

Unexpectedly, the battlehammer is giving him an effective hit.

The first ten were good, but when Shilozno, who was dying, wandered here, the scaffolding got worse, and the fallen and warcraft attackers began to appear there.

Cars also lost his moves visibly from fatigue.

Jog was blown away by Shilozno once, but when he got up he returned to the front as if nothing had happened.

Zaifert retreated back with a leg injury.

One by one, I saw my allies flew, stomped, crushed to death by the Warcraft.

Still, the warriors continued to fight without flinching and stopped the Warcraft.

Bardo also went down to the square and intercepted the Warcraft as he took command of the formation in the rear.

The ancient sword gives you a frightening attack, but the defense is just an old man.

Fortunately, although excellent armor prevents fatal injuries, he fell after many warcraft advances.

The armor was also gradually distorted and wounded.

The hand holding the ancient sword chipped and nodded.

Eventually the effect of the poison appeared, and the movements of the Warcraft became abundant.

You may be cut off by the flames.

When Shilozno's attack was thus at the end, the upper wall of the North Gate collapsed.

This prevented Shilozno, who is outside, from entering.

A sight is screaming something.

Bardo's ears had barely been deafened by the disturbances until then in these days.

Climbing up the walls, a herd of Ohana was pushing over.

The walls of both wings raise archers and massive arrows, but they don't have commanders.

Bardo ordered that the arrow be fired upon.

I saw some faces I found out about starting the stables head, so I ordered them to carry more and more arrows from the warehouse.

Ohana can't get in the way of the stacked Shilozno bodies and grudges.

Good.

But Ohana's fur is stiff, and the arrows are hard to stab.

That's what I was doing, ear longwolves and blue leopards running over my groin as they circled in from the left.

Heavy.

My body is heavy.

This armor has a high defense but was too heavy for Bardo to fight a long battle.

Someone offered me a shield when I tried to get down the stairs, but I said no.

Because there was no more power left to put up a shield.

Still, Bardo pulled out his ancient sword and slashed the ear longwolves and blue leopards.

Things are a complete riot, and if we get here, we don't need and we can't take command.

So here the knights are defeating the Warcraft, and being killed by the Warcraft.

I don't really remember the rest from here.

In hell, Bardo kept fighting.

How long has it taken?

If you noticed, there were no more enemies to defeat.

The square was filled with blood and corpses.

Inside Baldo's body were the carcasses of warcraft and blood.

You won, huh?

Have we won?

Someone pulled Bardo's arm in a flash.

When I look at the walls as they are nodded, the soldiers of things are making a big gesture and making a scene.

Bardo climbed the walls as he had his body supported from both sides.

And I saw the direction the soldiers of the sights pointed.

There was a sight there that smashed all hope.

I have something coming this way on the horizon of dawn.

A river bear.

It's a river bear warcraft.

The number would be better than two hundred.

Did the slow-moving river bear arrive late?

Nothing is stronger than a river bear warcraft.

The hardness of the skin and the difficulty of the attack.

The destructive power of its hands and the power of its jaw to be fought off.

In the collapsed North Gate, we cannot stop this crowd of newcomers.

Anyway, river bears are good at climbing trees.

This level of grudge will be overcome without creation.

There is no more power left to fight the knights.

Cars, jogs, arfraburn, zaifert, and it's hard to stand exhausted.

This castle has no more power.

Besides, under his eyes, the surviving Ohanas are shitting his eyes.

Stick an arrow all over your body, but its strong vitality is endless, waiting for a time when you can kill humans.

It's not the end.

I just did it.

That's what I thought, then.

In the bald, the flames burned.

Will this ever end?

In exchange for my life, I'll bury them.

Only such thoughts blew up from the bottom of my belly without any basis.

At that time, he was stronger than ever, and his hand holding the ancient sword nodded.

Speaking of which, since when?

What made the hand holding the ancient sword tickle?

As if to let you know something.

It's like asking for something.

Unexpectedly lifted the ancient sword.

I thought I didn't even have the power to lift anymore, but the sword softly lifted.

as if it were its own will.

With its flatly cut off sword tip, Bardo turns to the imminent warcraft of the river bear.

I screamed just to rip my throat out, too.

STAVOROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!

Those who were on the other side of the castle also said they heard the voice.

In response to that Bardo scream, the ancient demon sword was lit with light.

That light of sight to behold became a giant ball of light, shining enough to suppress the rising sun.

And something huge jumped out of his sword and headed straight for the Warcraft.

Some say it was a dragon.

No, some say it was a horse.

Anyway, those who were there saw it.

Columns of light emanating from Baldo strike directly at the Warcraft and emit explosive flashes.

When the flash subsided, Bardo tried to determine what had happened to the Warcraft while desperately maintaining his fading consciousness.

The Warcraft stayed there without being blown away.

Baldo's consciousness fell into darkness.

I also feel like someone supported my collapsing body, but I don't remember the rest of it.

But I remember one voice squealing in my head as I lost my five-sense function and fell down.

I found it.

Bardo wasn't the only one who heard that voice.

Every human being in the whole continent, the Subman, heard the voice.

Illustration/Mr Matajiro