The story of the son of the mercenary in the north enrolling in the magic school in the south

It's a one-horse fight.

The voice spreads like a sigh on the battlefield.

A man wearing heavy armor slowly entered the middle of the battlefield as a single rider.

Oops, the stagger goes up.

No one knew the man's name on the spot.

The spear in your hand is a big spear.

The decoration of the teeth on the mouth of the helmet, which completely covered his face, evoked the origin of the warrior's alias.

“Terrestrial" Angora.

A traditional Garrett Heavy Mercenary Regiment, a spear master who reigned as Ace for many years.

Angolan armor slowly descended from the horse, making a sharp metal sound.

"That's good. That's what I'm fighting for."

Jerus turned around with a smile.

"There's no shortage in Angola. Should I go?"

"No."

Raise shook his head.

"You be quiet, Jerus. I'll go."

That's what I'm saying, I'm going to move the horse.

"You're not a bad depressant."

Jerus said in a low voice.

"I know."

Raise slaps Jerus on the shoulder.

"I'm coming."

Almark stared at the back.

This is not the first time I've seen my father on a one-horse race.But the majesty of his back was always extraordinary.

Raise, the only one among the armored warriors standing in line, leaked a whisper from the armored warriors facing him.

Raise.

Shadow Fang Raise

Whether you can hear the voice or not, Raise gently pushes the horse to the front of Angola and falls to the ground.

Do it, Raise.

Jerus screamed.

"You don't have to spend any time."

Angora, crush it.

A voice was heard from Garrett's heavy mercenary regiment.

Just give him back his neck.

With that in mind, cheers fly from both armies.

Almark shouted as much as he could.

"Come on, Dad."

However, the two men standing in the middle did not move slightly.

Eventually, as Angola lowered her hips and slowly lifted the long spear, the voices of the surrounding warriors gradually quieted down.

Angolan flashed his spear horizontally, and he held it up in the air.

The wind chime was strong enough to reach Al Mark and the others.

"Hidden warrior in heaven and earth"

The wild voice of Angola echoed.

Oops, Garrett and the warriors of the heavy mercenary regiment echo that voice.

Angora slammed the ground with a stone jab and threw his spear at Raise.

"A warrior who devotes his life to God."

Oh, and the warriors' response again.

Angora returns to her posture.

The large spear fell lightly into Angora's hands, as if it were a dead tree.

Garrett, heavily armed mercenary regiment.

In the name of Angola, the warriors were inspired by knocking on the objects and armor at once.

Stunning cheers. Gaddle slapped his tongue next to Almark.

"Chew him, Raise."

While Garrett's heavy mercenary squeaks, Raise's slowly raised sword snaps into Angola.

Instead of waiting for the warriors to calm down, Raise turned his sword horizontally around.

"Look at the warriors lined up."

Raise's voice echoed.

Not as loud as Angola, but the voice resonated clearly throughout the battlefield.

The battlefield calms down in an instant.

Raise slowly put the sword back to her chest and pushed it up into the sky.

Unexpectedly, the warriors around me looked up at the sky, and it was an undisputed move.

"Look at the gods of heaven."

Raise's careless voice.

It seemed like he was telling the gods to look at themselves as they were.

Raise put the handle of the sword on her chest with a calm expression that did not seem to be in front of the horseman.

"The proud warrior. What's his name?"

Raise talks to Angola with a low but often passing voice.

Black Wolf Cavalry Lieutenant Shadow Fang Raise

Oops, it was usually a cool morgard that yelled.After losing, Delac, the ten captains, raised his voice.

"Husband, please!"

The cries of the Black Wolf Cavalry warriors covered the battlefield.

Now let's get started.

Raise holds the sword.

Hmm.

Angolan raised his spear.

The enthusiasm of both men swells up even more.

The battlefield was enveloped with anger and cheer.

The battle between Raise and Angola was fierce.

The two men did their best to each other, each wounded, but nonetheless the battle was settled.

Eventually, the unbearable warriors of the two armies dashed in, and the one-horse battle ended in a draw.

The next day, the two armies faced each other again.

Almark puts his horse behind his father's horse as usual.

"Yesterday, you showed me something naughty."

Rarely did Raise say such a thing to Almark, who immediately shook his head.

"My dad was cool."

Raise laughed at Almark's words.

I wanted to fight with everyone's expectations.

Almark couldn't say the word out his mouth.

"My father pushed me all the time, and if I had a little more time, my father would have pushed me."

That was the word that came out of my mouth instead.

For the match, if you don't mind.

Sure enough, Raise shook his head.

"Yesterday I didn't have a fight with him."

"Yeah."

Almark nodded honestly.

"If someone were to fight today, the results would still be the same."

In Raise's words, Almark raised his face.

Isn't it?

Raise's eyes were gentle.

Almark nodded with joy as if he had been recognized by his father as a member of the army.

There, Gaizac approached from behind.

You've been moving so well lately.

Gaizac put a horse on Raise after he hit Almark on the shoulder.

"Raise, I'm talking about Garba."

Oh.

Raise looks back.

"It's about time he set foot on the battlefield."

According to Gaizac, Raise raised her eyebrows.

"You're the same age as Almark. Maybe it's too soon."

"If Al Mark can make it, I think it's time for my boy."

But Raise put her arms together with a difficult face.

I think it's a little early.

After that, I shake my head and turn around.

I'll talk to you later.

Ah.

Gaizac shakes his ax and falls back.

Raise was already concentrating on the front, but Almark's heart was sadly disturbed when he heard it.

Garba is going to the battlefield.

My father smiled at Garba's words in the great river of Quadrad.

Garba is already on the battlefield.

So, what if I get ahead of you?

Will my father be disappointed in me? [M]

"Hey."

With my father's voice, Almark returned to me.

"Don't bluff. Let's go."

I noticed that Garrett's heavy mercenary regiment was approaching.

Severe metal sounds. Fury.

The battle was waged against the Black Wolf Cavalry, an armored Garret Mercenary Regiment.

Almark also waved his sword to cut off his enemies, but his heavy armor prevented him from attacking and he struggled without cutting into the enemy line as he saw fit.

But Raise was different among them.

Slashes down enemy warriors as if they were a minor obstacle such as thick armor.

"Continue with Raise's husband."

Ten wartime captain Delac followed with a loud voice.Almark also ran his horse through his father's hole in the enemy line behind him.

The enemy suddenly came from the left side.

The Black Armored Warrior is knocked down and the line of battle is distorted.

Almark soon understood.

This intimidation.

It's a land coop.

A helmet with fangs that completely covers your face.

With his spear pointing, the enemy Ace slightly approached.

Almark saw his father.

Raise is fighting another enemy ahead of Almark.

Angolans shook their spears and threw down another Mercenary of the Black Wolf Cavalry.

But Almark notices it.

Angolan spear judgment is not as sharp as yesterday's battle with Raise.

That should be it.

Angolan father cut his right upper arm in yesterday's riding.There's no way you can handle a spear as usual.

Angora waves his spear again.

It's powerful, but it's clumsy.

Almark's chest rang high.

It arrives.

I thought so.

Before Garba came to the battlefield.

Almark's arm moved.

A horse runs towards Angola.

To the other party's right.

Almark slashed the disturbed enemy in one blow.

An unprecedented concentration. I realized that the sword was holding on like never before.

I saw clearly the trajectory of the sword coming from the next enemy.

Almark dodged it and threw the sword straight into the enemy's throat and a slight gap in his armor.

Beyond that enemy soldier, who blew out blood and fell, there was Angola.

Almark ran his horse to the right of Angola without hesitation.

"Wait, Almark!"

I heard my father's voice.

I couldn't afford to look at you.

Attract yourself to the sword.

The match is instantaneous. Slash it down.

Almark tried to send a horse to Angola at once.

At that time, Almark's eyes, sharpened to the limit, captured something unexpected.

Around the mouth of an Angolan helmet with fangs.

The mouth peeking over the helmet twisted as if laughing.

Slow.

The mouth looked as if it had moved.

At that moment, there was a strong shock to the chest.

Black armor, a symbol of a Wolf Cavalry warrior, was broken by a spear blow.

Without knowing what had happened, Almark fell off the horse unnecessarily.

Almark!

Father's scream.

Almark had never heard such a disturbed father before in his life.

No matter how painful the war may be, that father should always be greedy.

My chest was numb and hot.

Did I get hit? [M]

My body doesn't have the strength.A horse's hoof makes a noise near his head.

I'm sorry, Dad.

Father's back headed toward the middle of the battlefield.

Dad, I want to be a mercenary like Dad.

My father stretched out his hand next to me.

I'm sorry, but I'm really a mercenary.

Everything in the world has lost color and sound.

Almark lost consciousness.