the chief is dead

The pride and center of the savages.

The cause of the war and the leader who gave them confidence in victory.

The camp was set on fire and the chief disappeared, but the barbarians did not worry too much.

Their leader wasn’t a nobleman who would get beaten up anywhere, and he would beat them if they hit him, but he was never the kind of person who would die.

Absolute trust and faith.

The savage’s faith in the chieftain bordered on fanaticism.

To that extent, the chieftain they saw and knew could not easily imagine dying.

“Oh, no. This is impossible.”

Seeing the disembodied head of the chief, they denied it.

The chief couldn’t die, there was no way he died.

They tried to deny and turn away.

However, no matter how much they try to deny it, the reality does not change.

“Surrender! If you surrender, I will kill you painlessly!”

I didn’t say I would save you.

Easton had no intention of leaving the savages alive.

At the point of killing the chief, victory or defeat is decided.

Even savages who eat raw meat cannot gain an advantage against two masters.

Ten top-class players must gather to fight on par with one master.

Only one hundred high-ranking people can fight against one of the highest ranks.

There is not much difference between the middle class and the lower class.

In other words, hundreds of seniors had to gather to fight on an equal footing with one master.

Although savages certainly have strong bodies, few have built a high level.

Except for the four great warriors, there was no superlative, and except for the high-ranking warrior generals, they generally stayed in the lower ranks.

It is said that if they consider their bodies, they should be considered one level higher, but even if you consider them that way, you cannot defeat the Master.

In the first place, the reason why they couldn’t receive the red hawks, which were far fewer in number than they were until recently, was because of the Master’s existence.

“The chief, the chief is dead… ?”

“It can’t be, but that head is the chief’s.”

Giving up was normal.

It was normal for morale to subside.

It was normal to hesitate, saying that he couldn’t win.

At least for normal people, no, generally.

so it was overlooked

That savages are far from the norm, far from the norm.

Rather than being frustrated, they burned their fighting spirit.

desire for strength. not afraid of death

They are a race born to fight.

He wanted to fight more than anyone else, and he considered it an honor to die fighting.

“It’s the Master, the Master will be our opponent!”

“I thought I would be taken away by the chieftain, but my turn is finally here!”

they were delighted

He shouted with joy that he could finally fight properly, that he could fight the Master.

In their madness, the soldiers who threw the chief’s head and urged surrender backed away in disgust.

Their tenacity was so fierce that even the Masters frowned.

“let’s fight!”

“Feel so good! A life-or-death struggle with a strong man who even beat the chieftain!”

They ran wilder than before they heard that the chieftain was dead.

come running Thousands of barbarians ran towards the soldiers.

“Damn it, shoot!”

“Don’t let them cross the boundary line!”

“If you push here, it’s over! Stop it somehow!”

Seeing this, the commanders gritted their teeth and shouted.

Hundreds of arrows fly and attack the savages.

“Wind spirit, blow the wind!”

“Earth Spirit, Bind the enemy’s feet!”

“Spirit of water, stop the enemy’s breath!”

“Fire spirit, burn it!”

The elves use spirits.

The spirits of the four elements attack the savages.

“It is time for revenge! Attack!”

“Put them through their heads! Boil your breath!”

The red hawks bounced the protest at such a speed that their hands could not be seen.

The savages who come running are staggered.

It replenishes as many as the number of falls and runs.

swarm. Like ants running for sugar, they pounced.

However, the target they ran into was not sugar.

It was closer to ant hell than sugar, and anteaters were waiting.

The knights who were waiting to kill the savages moved.

The soldiers drew their swords and ran.

Like blood-mad berserkers, the soldiers charged at the risk of death.

“Do not spare!”

“You’re pouring everything into it!”

The magic bomb brought by the supply attacks the backs of the savages.

Fiery arrows covered the savages.

Not even in pain, the savages screamed for joy rather than screaming.

Madness.

In their madness, the allied forces scream even louder.

It was fierce. Because it was a battlefield where they would die if they didn’t kill them, there was no one who wasn’t crazy.

Originally, it was a fight in which the allies were pushed back.

Both in number and quality, the barbarians had the upper hand.

Nevertheless, the current situation on the battlefield is that the allied forces have the upper hand.

Even though the elves and the red hawks were not in agreement, they moved as if they had discussed it beforehand.

With the idea that this war could be the last, they moved beyond their limits.

“Sword Master is with us!”

“The Bowmaster’s arrows cover us!”

two masters.

With the presence of those two, the morale of the allies was skyrocketing.

Not one, but two masters.

This was a look that could not have happened unless it was a war between states.

No, it was rare for more than one Master to appear unless it was a war against an empire that had multiple Masters.

Even more so, if those two were allies, he couldn’t help but be filled with the confidence that he would never lose.

And that will and ambition played a significant role in pushing back the savages.

“Don’t be pushed back!’

“Kill! Kill!”

Despite the command of the warriors and the struggle of the warriors, the barbarians could be seen being pushed back.

Allied forces prevail. If this is the case, you can win.

And it was only after the turmoil on the part of the barbarians that we were able to guarantee a certain victory.

“What, what!”

“It’s an ally, it’s an ally!”

“Quaaagh! Betrayal! The great warrior betrayed!”

Hundreds of barbarians, led by one great warrior in their midst, were attacking the same barbarians.

A black cloth was tied to their arms as they swung their glaives at the heads of their allies.

Black means Eastern in the South.

That meant that they were on the same side as Easton.

Waiting for this moment, they immediately wore black cloth on their arms and walked among the confused savages.

Their defeat, combined with the betrayal of their allies in a situation where they did not know what would happen to the Master, was only a matter of time.

“Surrender! Those who surrender, I will let you go without pain!”

“Who wants a painless death. Drop your weapon!”

The knights rode their horses and rode among the savages, shouting.

The soldiers throw their spears and invite the barbarians to surrender.

death without pain.

The eyes of the savages, who initially ignored the words, wavered.

Defeat was a certain thing.

And it was obvious what would happen to them if they were defeated here.

They will be eaten like slaves or subjected to all sorts of torture.

“Kill! I will fight to the end!”

“There is only death in battle.”

Some of the savages chose to fight to the end.

Being tortured and eaten as a slave is disgraceful for a warrior, so they wanted to die in battle.

“Damn it, how did this happen?”

“Are you really letting go without pain?”

Some accepted the invitation to surrender.

I wanted to die painlessly.

It never occurred to them that the Allies would spare them.

It’s more accurate to say it didn’t.

It is because they have been enjoying the torture of the captives they captured after winning the battle, or they have been eating cruel acts like eating them alive.

I don’t know if it wasn’t, everyone knows that, but who will send it to me well.

Unlike the mad start, the war ended quickly.

The war was over in less than two hours.

Since it was a war where victory and defeat were decided in the first place, it was a war that took place due to the coming of the savages.

If it weren’t for that, I would have cut the throats of savages who surrendered normally.

Ah, since the number of barbarians was reduced through war, that must have been it.

“It’s a win!”

“Wowaaa!”

“We won, we won!”

“The bloody war is over!”

Easton’s soldiers, knights, and rangers shouted for joy.

A long, protracted war that lasted for decades has come to an end.

Their feelings were overwhelming emotions that cannot be described in words.

“Whoa… Good work.”

“You must keep your promise.”

“of course. And we’re not the only ones who have to keep our promises.”

The Great Warrior approaches and talks to Bane.

Seeing that, his arms were cut off and another warrior, the only one alive, shouted in anger.

“You bastard, I will curse your whole life!”

“You can only curse while alive. And I am not afraid of curses.”

Quadduk.

Wack-wack, the shouting warrior’s head burst with the grip of his hand, and the warrior clad in a black cloth spoke expressionlessly.

“Then we go back. Can we take these guys?”

“It’s hard for us to deal with them either… Just leave a few people behind and take them.”

“i get it. Then see you next time.”

“No, I would prefer not to see it.”

The Great Warrior laughed at Bane’s words.

The great warrior who turned his back to lead the savages and returned just turned his head to say if there was anything that came to his mind.

“Say hello to him. Saying that it’s a pity that I couldn’t see it in person.”

Bane shrugged his shoulders without answering.

The Great Warrior smiled and disappeared from Bane’s field of vision.

“We’re coming back soon. After winning the battle, go back and enjoy it to the fullest.”

“All right!”

“Did you hear? This is Lord Vane’s order, everyone go back!”

Even in long battles, they move briskly with bright smiles as if they are not tired.

With the help of the elves, the corpses were gathered in one place, burned, and weapons such as arrows were retrieved.

Perhaps thanks to taking care of the savages, even though he consumed quite a few items, he had more than twice as much luggage.

“Proud warriors! To the heart of our black savage… !”

They returned to the castle singing for joy.

march of the south. A song that might not have to be sung now filled the battlefield littered with corpses.

“Good job everyone!”

In front of the castle with its gates wide open, Marquis Easton met the allied forces.

His tired face was full of joy.

The long-awaited, long-awaited moment has finally arrived.

The southern loser has been decided.

As long as the warrior didn’t hit the back of the head, and the elves didn’t have a different mind, there was no force that threatened them anymore.

Now that they were able to live in peace, everyone in Easton drank in peace for the first time.

The Marquis of Easton boldly opened the barn and fed the veterans of the battle to their stomachs.

The South where the war ended was full of laughter.