< Chapter 36 - Caraval #2 >
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If the Great Storm clan inherited the blood of the Winter Elves, one of the ancient elves, then the Bladesong clan inherited the blood of the Hyjal orcs, one of the ancient orcs.
‘indeed.’
The Great Storm Tribe and the Fair Snow Wind Tribe that I have met so far are somewhat different from the ‘barbarians’ that the people of the northern part of the Kingdom of Seilun think of.
A large, ferocious, wild, beast-like, savage mob.
Although this was also a prejudice, the Bladesong tribe was in many ways similar to the image of barbarians that the northerners had in mind.
‘The Bladesong tribe and the Angry Horn tribe were the main culprits of each invasion from the beginning.’
Over the past several hundred years, the only birds that have come into direct conflict with the crows have always been the ravens or the razorbacks.
‘Still, it’s a little different.’
In the original, they looked like real beasts, more monstrous than ordinary orcs, but now, perhaps because they had not yet fallen, they look more like humans than orcs.
A large body at least a head taller than an average human, with broad shoulders and an upper body that is larger and sturdier than the lower body, forming a triangle.
If you look up to here, it was an orc, but its face was different. The tips of its ears were a bit pointed and its overall lines were thick, but its face itself was clearly human.
‘And gray skin.’
The clearest evidence of Hyjal orc blood.
“The Nine Blades meet the gentle wind of snow.”
The nine blades that took the lead saluted with a rough voice.
For him, who was born and raised in a wild land, the wild gods were objects of reverence.
“Welcome, Nine Blades.”
The beautiful wind smiled at the nine-blade hair braided into nine strands, perhaps to reveal its name, and looked back at the sun song.
“You are the sun song.”
“It is an honor to meet you, Gounnunbaram.”
The sun song paid respectful tribute.
And Cordelia looked at that song of the sun with narrowed eyes.
‘Hmm… I think it’s better than the original?’
‘I guess.’
Because in the original, it was a beast that ran wild.
Compared to then, his personality seemed calmer and he was also a bit smaller. Should I say that his height is the same but his muscle mass is different?
‘It’s still big.’
He was a very tall man, probably over two meters tall.
Add to that the Blade Song tribe’s characteristic of having a greatly developed upper body, and their shoulders, arms, fists, etc. were much larger than those of ordinary humans, making them appear larger than they actually were.
“Ugh… That’s unfair. The weight classes can’t be compared.”
Cordelia moaned softly.
And it was true.
Even though he was six years older, he was no match for him in terms of basic weight class.
Red Wind’s height is in the early 160s.
He inherited the characteristics of light elves and weighed only around 40kg.
On the other hand, even if he couldn’t sing the sun song, he would easily be able to lift 150 kg, so in boxing terms, it would be a bigger difference than a flyweight and a heavyweight fighting.
Unfair.
A match that no one can see is fair.
“So it’s worth doing. You know that, right?”
Cordelia nodded at Uther’s words.
It wasn’t just the Sun Song that could use the concept of unfairness.
“That’s right, that’s right. Let’s show the end of unfairness. Let’s show the power of capitalism.”
“It seems a little off, but… it’s not completely wrong.”
Uther smiled and looked back at Sunsong with Cordelia.
The Red Whirlwind was exchanging greetings with the Nine Blades.
“It seems like things aren’t as bad as I thought?”
“Because you said you thought of each other as rivals. If you were real rivals… I would hate to see you acting so mean.”
As Uder had said, the Nine Blades made a bitter expression as they looked at the weakened Red Wind, and then expressed their anger towards the West – more precisely, the Angry Horn Tribe and Haragen.
“The alliance itself will work out just fine.”
“The question is who will seize the power?”
If the Nine Blades clan had gained hegemony, the fight against the demon followers could have escalated into a fight with the northern kingdom of Cailun.
“Let’s believe in the red wind.”
“Yeah, and the power of capitalism.”
Cordelia smiled beautifully, her fangs flashing, and Uther turned to look at the Red Wind.
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Caraval was traditionally supposed to begin in the late afternoon and end with the sunset.
“I think it’s time to start… slowly.”
As the gentle snow wind spoke while looking up at the sky, the rough snow avalanche sitting next to him also nodded.
In fact, the chieftains and warriors of various tribes were already slowly gathering.
The location is the field that was ‘cleaned’ by Uther and Cordelia.
After marking the territory by driving stakes to create a playing field and then putting up colorful flags representing each tribe, a fairly realistic stage was created.
“He’s coming.”
The first to appear was the Blade Song tribe.
They came in droves and took up positions in the north, while their opponents, the Great Storm Tribe, naturally took up positions in the south.
“Everyone is excited.”
The faces of the two tribes, the Greatstorm and Bladesong, were tense, but the faces of the other tribes were not.
It wasn’t all fun and games, as the nature of the alliance would change depending on which tribe won, but the overall atmosphere was more like a festival.
“Because it’s Caraval.”
At the words of the gentle snow wind, the rough snow avalanche nodded.
Caraval.
A violent act in which everything is decided by a duel.
But if we look a little deeper, we see that Caraval was actually a form of violence aimed at preventing barbaric violence.
‘Because it’s about settling the conflict between tribes through a one-on-one confrontation.’
It was a natural thing, but if tribes clashed directly with each other, there was bound to be much more bloodshed.
Kill and kill, and your wealth is lost.
If such a thing were repeated in a wild land where it was already difficult to live, then in the end, all that would remain would be mutual destruction.
So Caraval was created.
A method that allows you to accept the outcome while also minimizing the damage.
‘Because it’s not a simple one-on-one match.’
Because Caraval was a proxy war for the entire tribe.
Because it was a means to show off the capabilities of the entire tribe.
Our tribe can produce such strong warriors.
Our tribe can strengthen one warrior to this extent.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The beautiful eyes and clear eyes struck the drum to announce the opening of Caraval.
Before long, the clan chiefs and warriors who filled the stadium cheered, and the Gounnunbaram tribe also cheered enthusiastically.
“The gentle wind and rough snowfall are watching! I declare the opening of Caraval right here and now!”
“Wow!”
The atmosphere was heated up as hundreds of people gathered cheered at the same time.
The gentle snow wind and rough snow avalanche also took the atmosphere and brought a blush to the face.
The children of the wild land were excited and happy, so he was influenced by the wild god who cared for them.
And the excited ones were also the beautiful eyes and the clear eyes.
Although he usually had solemn and gentle eyes, he laughed heartily with lively eyes and pointed at the Blade Song tribe with his drumstick and shouted.
“The great warrior of the Blade Song Tribe! The Sun Song!”
Boom! Boom! Boom!
“Wow!”
The Blade Song Tribe cheered so loudly that the entire field was shocked.
And then Sun Song stepped forward. He looked completely different than when he first entered this land a few hours ago.
“Oh! Isn’t that leather the leather of a purple sable?! Despite being leather, it is said to be able to stop any blade!”
“Oh my goodness! That precious thing is as precious as mine?”
“As expected from the Blade Song Tribe, their wealth is amazing!”
As the chieftains and warriors chattered after seeing the sable skin clothing that Sunsong was wearing all over his body, smiles spread across the faces of the warriors of the Bladesong tribe, including Nine Blades.
“And that’s not all? Look at that bracelet. It’s definitely Murmur’s black steel. It’s a piece of equipment that grants the wearer incredible strength!”
“Ohhh. So that means the Bladesong Tribe has captured Murmur!”
“You know a thing or two! It’s exactly as you imagined. This is truly a feat worthy of the Blade Song Tribe.”
As Nine Blades shrugged, the entire Blade Song tribe cleared their throats as if they had made a promise.
But it wasn’t over yet.
“What you are wearing around your neck is the light of Bardo. Haven’t you heard of it?”
“I’ve heard of it. Isn’t it a mysterious jewel that can only be collected with luck from the bodies of Bardos, which are hard to catch and hard to see?”
“That’s it. It’s a very, very rare, expensive, and amazing item that grants the wearer mystical powers.”
“As expected, as expected, the Blade Song is lacking. But how do you know all these things?”
“I guess I have some knowledge.”
In fact, the Blade Song tribe was a storyteller who had been released in advance to deliberately create an atmosphere.
“Kyaa… Look at that sturdy body of the Sun Song. Over it, the purple sable leather clothes, Murmur’s steel bracelets, and Bardo’s light necklace!”
“The equipment itself is overwhelming.”
“Can this be a match for this?”
A loud laughter spread, and the smile on Nine Blades’ face deepened.
“How much money did you spend for today?”
The mobilization of various expensive equipment was not simply to strengthen the fighting power of the Sun Song.
It was to show off the strength and wealth of the Bladesong tribe to other tribes and let the world know that the Bladesong were the right people to take on the role of leader of the alliance.
“Of course the performance is good too.”
Even without that, Sun Song had overwhelming physical abilities. He had even strengthened himself with expensive equipment, so even if Red Wind died and came back to life, he would be no match for Sun Song.
“Hehehe, I guess they’re coming out now too.”
“How pitiful. If only they had come out first, it wouldn’t have been so painful to appear.”
“That’s right. It’s really so pitiful.”
Because no matter how I decorated it, it was clear that I would be no match for Taeyang Song.
It must have been something he had worked hard to make, but he ended up being laughed at, so how could it not be pitiful?
“I heard that Red Wind is a young girl. She is really pitiful.”
“Aren’t you crying before you even fight?”
“Hahaha! No way!”
“But don’t you think I’ll cry?”
“That’s true. I’m so miserable by this shabby reality that I’m about to cry.”
As the warriors laughed and chattered, Nine Blades raised both hands to calm everyone down.
“Just do that. I can hear you.”
But there was a bright smile on his face.
It was a shame that I couldn’t directly take down the Red Whirlwind, which I had considered my rival for a long time, but I couldn’t stop smiling at the thought that Caraballo would at least achieve an overwhelming victory.
“Okay, let’s see each other now.”
What did you do and how did you get out?
Nine Blades looked in the opposite direction, and soon Clear Eyes raised his drumstick high and shouted.
“Great warrior of the Storm Tribe! Red Wind!”
“Wow!”
The Great Storm Tribe cheered, the Red Wind stepped forward, and then a gasp of horror spread through the onlookers, chieftains, and warriors.
“Oh my god.”
“Oh, how.”
“Huh, huh?!”
No one could even speak properly.
The Blade Song tribe, which had been so arrogant, also had a moment where I couldn’t help but open my mouth and lose my mind.
Twinkle twinkle.
Luxurious from head to toe.
No exaggeration, Red Wind’s entire body was truly shining.
A tiara on her head, earrings on her ears, a necklace around her neck, bracelets on her arms, rings on all ten fingers, a glittering belt, jewelry wrapped around her thighs, and anklets connecting her ankles and calves.
It wasn’t just the accessories that were flashy.
A muffled voice came out from the mouths of those who were watching.
“Uh, that’s… could it be dragon scales?”
Blue shoulder armor covering Red Wind’s shoulders.
The dragon’s scales were right.
Because it was something that Uder had carefully collected that had fallen off Bluebeard, who had been hit by the curse.
“Oh my God! Look at that! Isn’t that Murmur Steel!”
“No! That’s not Murmur’s steel! That’s Murpara’s steel, a superior species of Murmur!”
Correct answer this time too.
Thanks to Kaplan, Uder and Cordelia were able to welcome a lot of rare and named monsters.
If it was rare material, I had it in abundance.
“Oh my goodness. Are you saying you’re wearing all of those on one body?”
“Wow, the wealth of the Great Storm Tribe was that much!”
The chieftains and warriors were shocked, and the Bladesong tribe, led by Nine Blades, clenched their teeth and trembled, but there was nothing they could do.
And Cordelia laughed heartily at that sight.
“Hoo hoo hoo. Ho hoo hoo hoo.”
This is the power of capitalism.
They don’t have anything like this at home, do they?
“Eeeeek! Sun Song! Take it out!”
When the Blade Song suddenly shouted, the startled Sun Song took out what he had brought with him to his waistband.
“Ooh! That’s a scroll?!”
“Something you can only find in ancient ruins!”
In the wild lands where sorcery was more developed than magic, scrolls containing magic were rare.
However, Sun Song took out five scrolls from his waistband.
“Oh! Are you planning to use all five of those chapters in this Caraval?”
“Indeed, it is indeed the song of the blade!”
The atmosphere has changed a little.
And Cordelia laughed again.
“Scroll? Scroll?”
The reason for that smile.
A second shock filled the entire field as Red Wind opened the pouch he had been carrying around on his waist.
Because a bunch of scrolls, no, you could say a scroll book, popped out.
“What’s wrong with our Yuder? What’s wrong with our Yuder?!”
Cordelia put strength into her shoulders, and Uther smiled faintly.
I stayed up all night making all that, but seeing Cordelia’s smile and the reactions of those around her made it seem like all the fatigue was washed away.
“Ugh··· Ugh······.”
The faces of the Nine Blades and Blade Song tribe were crumpled, while the Red Wind simply smiled happily.
And the rough avalanche spoke.
“After all, those are invasive species.”
Uther and Cordelia.
When we first met, he clearly didn’t have anything, so where did he get all those things?
“Eight! Sun Song! Use the scroll! Quality over quantity!”
Since both sides had taken their positions, formally the Caraval had already begun.
Sun Song tore the first scroll to follow his father’s orders.
“Strength!”
“Dispel.”
The red wind also tore the scroll.
Dispel disintegrated the strength, and Sunsong hastily tore the second scroll.
“Haste!”
“Dispel.”
“Iron Skin!”
“Dispel.”
“Eye of the Tiger!”
“Dispel.”
“Ugh… Ugh… Warrior Spirit!”
“Dispel.”
Five scrolls were torn, and five scrolls were torn in the same way.
“You, you’re going too far······.”
Someone among the onlookers let out a voice, and five torn scrolls rolled along the floor in the wind.
But it was from now on.
This is really too much.
“Uh, sorry.”
Red Wind, who had apologized without realizing it, began to tear off the remaining scrolls one after another, two at a time.
“Haste, Haste.”
“Strength, strength.”
Magical powers were imbued into the Red Wind along with a splendid light. Nine Blades, who had been blankly staring at the sight, shouted urgently.
“Song of the Sun! Hit!”
I couldn’t just watch it get stronger with scrolls any longer.
The Sun Song had the same idea. He had already hit the ground before the Nine Blades could shout.
“Wow!”
The gigantic Sun Song rushed forward at a terrifying speed, its momentum reminiscent of a chariot. However, the Red Wind remained calm. It retreated sharply and did not stop tearing the scroll.
“Iron Skin, Eye of the Tiger, Warrior Spirit.”
Strengthens skin, gives courage, and increases overall vitality.
The speed of the red wind that had double-layered haste was truly incredible.
The Sun Song was fast, but it seemed impossible to even properly touch the Red Wind.
“It’s the spirit! Use the spirit, Sun Song!”
The Nine Blades shouted again.
Spirit Warrior.
They were not common. Only the best warriors in the wild land could make a contract with the spirits and become spirit warriors.
“Children of Flame!”
As the Sun Song shouted, sparks flew from the blade of the Unwoldo.
Salamander, the mischievous fire spirit, sat upon Sunsong’s shoulder.
“Oh! Spirit!”
“It’s definitely Salamander!”
The mood changed again.
But instead of smiling hastily, Nine Blades looked towards the Great Storm Tribe.
And he grimaced.
Because the beautiful red-haired girl who stood out was still smiling with a proud face.
Because the warriors of the Great Storm Tribe, including the Red Gale, had smiles that they couldn’t hide.
“Why.”
That was the moment I said that.
Red Wind drew his sword and swung it. He called out the name of his new friend.
“Brave flame.”
Reckless Fire.
The fireworks went up along with the call.
A beautiful and gigantic quintessence of fantasy, incomparable to the flames of Salamander.
“Kiaaaa-!”
The bird of fire spread its wings and roared. Not only the onlookers, but even Sunsong was momentarily lost in thought and looked at the bird of fire.
“Father, Phoenix.”
“Phoenix!”
The bird of fantasy.
The Hand of Flame.
The phoenix sat proudly on Red Wind’s shoulder. It glared at Salamander with fierce eyes, and Salamander, who was completely exhausted, hid inside Sun Song’s clothes and couldn’t move.
An overwhelming gap.
No, the tempo is overwhelming!
“This is the power of capitalism.”
Cordelia laughed and said nicely, and the rough snowball that had been talking about invasive species laughed out loud.
Anyway, now they are an invasive species in our ecosystem.
And Uther said,
“Show me, Red Wind.”
That it’s not just a tempo thing.
The red wind kicked the ground. Together with the phoenix, it became the red wind as its name suggests.
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< Chapter 36 - Caraval #2 > End
