The Last Ravnoma (2)
West in the West.
A city located in a place where only endless wilderness spreads out.
The troops departing from Gaidar’s capital, Trinova, were currently passing through the center of the west and slowly moving north toward Deirmar.
“······haha.”
A man standing under the most colorful flag among the pitch black troops.
Count Gaidar, whose wide eyes were as impressive as his developed upper body, was currently looking at the report with a hollow smile.
“So you’re saying this was all done by one guy?”
“That’s right. “Count.”
The reason he is smiling empty-handed now.
That was because the content written in the report he was holding was absurd even to himself.
“A total of 7 supply units from 4 families were attacked along the road… “The goods were completely destroyed and the troops were destroyed.”
Even though I was reading it slowly, it didn’t hit my head right away.
It was difficult to humbly accept the painful loss, but more than anything, it was something that was difficult to understand through common sense.
“But it only took six days to do this.”
Count Gaidar, looking at the exhaustive list, smiled in despair and scratched his chin.
“If this report goes by, there was even a time when I took two baths in one day.”
The inevitable anger that comes after feeling helpless.
Count Gaidar’s thick eyebrows were suddenly twitching wildly as he looked at the report.
“Is this the guy? He took my son’s sword?”
“you’re right. “Count.”
Godin, who was standing next to the Count, nodded quietly and opened his mouth.
“Vlad of Shoara. “I am now a knight working under the name of Lady Alicia.”
Vlad of Shoara.
A northern knight raised by Bayezid.
“And this is the one that Jorge raised in the back alley.”
“Jorge…”
And the boy who was Jorge’s dagger.
As Count Sigmund pondered the old name, the image of a man came to mind.
Huge body, blunt disposition.
And the previous family head’s faithful dog, who always looked at him with wary eyes.
“······I should have killed you when we first met.”
“sorry.”
After hearing Godin’s report, Sigmund shook his head and clicked his tongue.
The traces of that guy, who is unpleasant to even think about, are now sweeping the West.
As expected, this guy named Jorge was someone I didn’t like even after he died.
“Bayezid gritted his teeth. “It looks like they trained harshly to prepare for this time.”
Sigmund Gaidar thought.
Those who are stirring up the rear now must be talented people specially trained by Bayezid.
Otherwise, we wouldn’t be able to sweep through the West Coast roads at such ridiculous speeds.
That’s why Vlad’s movements were so quick that they forced Sigmund to make a wrong decision.
“It seems that Count Bayezid wants to buy time.”
However, Sigmund was able to read a little bit of Peter Bayezid’s intention through this series of flows.
Although the looted supplies were a painful loss, it was not just a heap of ashes.
“Increase the speed of the entire army’s advance. “We must reach Deremar as quickly as possible.”
He is as big as a bear, but has the wit of a fox.
He was Count Sigmund Gaidar, the usurper of the West.
‘We can’t drag it out until winter like you intended.’
The flow was on Gaidar’s side, but the time was on Bayezid’s side.
Peter Bayezid was putting pressure on Sigmund by thoroughly reminding him of the basics of war.
An attacking expeditionary force and a defensive army that is staging a sit-in.
It was clear that the West would be at a disadvantage as time passed, so Peter must have been trying to buy time by waiting for the coming winter.
“All troops breaking news! “Match your steps!”
Sigmund decided to speed up the soldiers’ advance by personally encouraging them loudly.
Once you have sensed the other person’s intentions, there is no longer any reason to be swayed.
In the fierce battle to gain control of the battlefield, Count Gaidar decided not to forget his biggest goal.
In the end, Deermar is where the first step in this war will take place.
“Count!”
“What else?”
However, the report from the scout who was now rushing towards him was enough to distract him from his reason.
“Now… there is a bridge over the river in front of me.”
A report that you can understand without having to listen to the background.
Sigmund, who hurried forward before the scout had even finished speaking, looked at the soldiers standing at a standstill at the front and started yelling at them.
“It’s broken.”
“You damn northerners!”
As Godin said, the bridge over the river is broken as if it had been waiting.
Anyone could see that the artificially damaged bridge was a warning and a provocation to Sigmund.
“······How many days will it take for a guy named Vlad to get here?”
“It’s a week at the earliest.”
After hearing Godin’s report, Sigmund raised his head and looked at the sky.
Rain clouds are gathering.
It was an ominous sign foreshadowing a growing wave.
“······It looks like there are more than one or two bugs that have infiltrated the West.”
Peter was not a man who simply bided his time.
Lightly and broadly. And Peter’s intention to boldly shake up the West was exactly correct.
Shootaaaaa-
Heavy rain began to pour down on Gaidar’s flag.
The processions in the west slowly begin to stop with the falling rain.
Rain clouds that started in the north slowly began to surround the soldiers in the west.
It seems that the first person to take the lead in this war was not Sigmund.
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“It’s raining.”
“Not bad.”
Men hiding on the hill.
Looking at the appearance of all kinds of clothing mixed together without unity, they looked like bandits, but their refined spirit showed that this was not the case.
“Are they slave traders?”
“okay. “Because the slave trade is active in the West.”
Slave traders hurriedly begin setting up their tents as the rain falls below.
Their movements were as rapid as the falling raindrops were cold, but the carriage they were pulling was full of people standing still, unable to do anything.
People trapped inside thick bars, facing the rain falling helplessly.
They were all captured slaves.
“Aren’t you going to do something to those people?”
“Did you see them pitching a tent for cows or horses just because it was raining?”
Those who are worse than cattle or horses.
Now, people who had been deprived of their human status were shivering in the rain, relying on each other.
“······I spank you.”
“I’m sure you can take care of your horses.”
Marcus, a man full of scars, smiled at Vlad’s words and began to quietly look at the slave traders.
“There’s probably the blood of the last Ravnoma in there.”
“Are you one of the merchants?”
It is like an undying ember in a pile of ashes.
Ravnoma’s influence was still alive deep in the West, and Gaidar spared no effort in finding and exterminating their bloodline.
Perhaps, to get this far, a deception strong enough to hide the eyes of the usurpers was needed.
“I don’t know who it is, but it’s amazingly disguised. None of the people over there look like children of noble families.
“Of course it is.”
Marcus, who was silently indicating the location of the crew with hand gestures, was looking at Vlad and smiling.
“Because the last Ravnoma is now behaving like a slave.”
“······okay.”
To survive, you have to roll through even the mud.
The last Lavroma, whose identity he did not know, was currently living behind bars, suffering in shame.
“We are in charge of the cart. “We will rescue Ravnoma’s bloodline, so all you have to do is draw the attention of the merchants in front.”
“Can I kill them all?”
A single blue eye began to shine in the rain.
Vlad grew up in a back alley full of crime, but slave traders were people he didn’t want to associate with.
“That’s okay.”
“all right.”
Vlad quietly nodded at Marcus’ permission.
A single black tear still hanging from Vlad’s fingertips.
In the fog-filled village, the hand that had wiped away Anna’s tears was quietly moving towards the sword.
“Let’s begin.”
“yes.”
The men begin to disperse following the nods of Vlad and Marcus.
Barbarians and mercenaries began to follow behind Vlad, who broke up with the undercover group and slowly went down the hill.
“······I told you to get attention, I didn’t tell you to attack me head on.”
Marcus, who was quietly sitting on the hill, laughed when he saw Vlad and his companions not even trying to hide themselves.
They say Bayezid is the best chaser.
Indeed, it was a confident gait that even the dragon could not help but notice.
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Shootaaaaa-
The rain falls like a pole.
Heavy rain that is hard to see in the north.
Vlad, who had been quietly watching the rain, walked straight towards the campsite in front of him with an expressionless face.
“······What is this again?”
Sigh!
Blood begins to gush out along with the detached neck.
The fishy smell mixed with the rain was making Vlad uncomfortable.
“I killed this too quickly.”
I don’t really like rain.
The damp air that comes with the rain always reminds me of unpleasant smells and memories buried deep in my heart.
“I’ll do it.”
“okay.”
Stefan picked up a small bell nearby and started shaking it vigorously.
The ringing of a small bell that could not even capture the sound of rain.
Warning sounds warning of unfamiliar intruders began to echo throughout the camp.
“what! what’s the matter!”
“Everyone, grab your weapons!”
As the bell rings, the men begin to hurriedly escape from the tent.
But they never came out of the tent.
The small tents began to shake violently due to the sudden intrusion.
The terrible screams stopped and the only person who came out of the quiet tent was a barbarian full of tattoos.
Wow!
What on earth are these!
It looked like a bandit, but the finish was very clean.
With screams echoing throughout the camp, black crows began coming down from the hill.
“Kill them all. If possible, catch even those who run away.”
With the command hinted, Vlad, with his hood pulled down, quietly blended into the strong rain.
Those who don’t notice quietly pass by.
Those who recognized them were quickly cut down.
I walked slowly like that and finally arrived in front of the biggest tent.
Quiet but tense breathing sounds can be heard from both sides of the tent entrance.
“That’s clumsy.”
Whoops!
Wow!
Vlad’s sword made a long cut through the tent, putting the tense wait in vain.
The blood stains splashed out so violently that they hit the tent so hard that they could be felt even from outside.
“Is there a owner?”
Now it’s a quiet tent where you can’t even hear the sound of breathing.
As you enter, the loud sound of rain quiets down a little.
Vlad calmly shook the raindrops off his cloak and walked into the tent, past the corpses that had been cut in two at the waist.
“I just wanted to ask you something.”
Vlad’s footprints, engraved with blood, slowly began to line up on the ground.
“I was wondering if there was a suspicious person among the slaves I recently purchased…”
Another space provided inside the tent.
Vlad went inside, lifting the flowing cloth, and there he encountered a completely unexpected sight.
“this.”
A middle-aged man lying dead on a bed with his eyes wide open.
The fishy smell of blood that spread along with the moist air strongly pierced my nose.
There were two pairs of eyes looking at him next to the corpses lying so miserable.
“I’m going out.”
The light from the dimly burning lamp is faint.
A woman and a child met eyes in a narrow, dark space.
“W-I told you to get out of here. “Before I kill you too.”
The nakedness of the woman covering her child with frightened eyes is pitiful.
And the little boy shaking in her arms, holding the bloody dagger.
Vlad, caught by an inexplicable sense of déjà vu as he looked at them, stopped in a daze.
“······.”
In the arms of a woman who was tired of being tormented by men, a young boy was holding up a bloody dagger.
They were protecting each other, but their feeble struggle reminded them of a memory of Vlad that had been buried deep inside.
“······Did you kill him?”
“I told you not to come!”
The smell of blood filled the air under the dim light.
A long time ago, there was a mother trembling while hugging her child in a small room filled with a fishy smell.
Just like the woman she is now.
“okay?”
Vlad quietly lowered his head while listening to the faint sound of rain coming from outside.
In a narrow room, bright red blood flowing down the floor.
It probably rained like today that day too.
