Continuing old scenes (3)
It didn’t matter if I didn’t know horseback riding or if I wasn’t sitting on the saddle.
“Kaaaaak!”
“Hurry up and get on the horse!”
Heeeeeee-!
When the boy looked, he was approaching, and after he swung his sword, he was already passing by.
World and world.
The two, connected by aurors and horns, were heading toward the same place even though they were looking at different directions.
‘This is it!’
Vlad laughed out loud as he felt the wind blowing past his face.
The sound of the pitch black guy’s heartbeat felt throughout my entire body.
Vlad swung his sword, feeling a heartbeat twice as strong as his own.
More blood will be needed to burn this giant heart.
“Smile like before!”
As the pitch-black night passed by, the blood of the barbarians spread thickly.
Those who were blinded by the spoils and came down to the ground were never able to mount their horses again.
“That guy burned someone!”
“······He’s the one that even you rejected!”
The barbarians who had been plundering merchants for a while were taken aback when they saw Vlad approaching quickly.
It was so fast and the ferocity of the sword it was swinging was part of the reason, but what surprised them more than anything was the fact that the guy they had been chasing had picked up a person.
The only people who can ride a son of the grassland born with spiritual blood are themselves, who are also children of the grassland.
However, the common sense I firmly believed in was shattered by Vlad, who was now riding the pitch-black guy.
Contrary to their thoughts, the jet-black guy did not belong to anyone, and he chose the boy only of his own will.
“Don’t hand over the children of the plains to the imperial brats!”
The barbarians gnashed their teeth and rode away at the sight as if what had been theirs had been taken away.
Feeling as if their souls had been trampled beyond their pride, the barbarians began to chase the boy, leaving behind the shining gold coins.
Even though they were barbarians who were pushed out by the empire, there was still a final line that they could not give up.
‘I’m following you!’
Vlad, who had been cutting down those who had been looting for a while, was confused as to what to do when he saw the people coming towards him.
Since they broke away from the procession, the intended goal was achieved, but the situation of being increasingly surrounded was difficult for an inexperienced boy to handle.
—-!
While Vlad was hesitating and unable to make a decision, the barbarians began to surround Vlad while he was running.
The gaze of the barbarians comes in like a sharp stab.
Trapped in a crowd of more than ten people, Vlad gritted his teeth and prepared for the coming evil.
“Get off that horse right now. bantling!”
“This is not a horse you can dare ride!”
Vlad did not feel intimidated even by the men’s eyes that pierced him like daggers.
“······What do you care whether I ride this guy or not!”
I will do what I want to do.
I climbed all the way here to do that, and you guys have no right to stop me.
“You’re criticizing me. “Babies.”
“Kill!”
The barbarians who saw the boy’s burning blue eyes extended their swords from all directions as if they were waiting.
“······!”
Vlad quickly tried to raise up his Aurors to fight back, but before he knew it, the men’s swords were just floundering in front of him.
“uh?”
Hehehehe-
Vlad was not fighting alone.
The jet-black guy cleverly slowed down and dodged the swords held out by the barbarians in an instant.
Boom- Boom-
Then, he roughly pushed the horses of the barbarians running next to him and began tearing up the siege they had created.
Even the pitch-black guy had a debt to pay back to them.
—-!
White horns that can only be seen in the boy’s world that is connected to each other.
The pitch-black eyes that began to glow along with the horn began to exert an undeniable pressure on the surrounding horses.
It was an unbelievable force emitted by a herbivore.
“Wow!”
“shit! “Got caught!”
Vlad, who had been trapped in a huge net, tore the net and jumped out, taking his place behind the barbarians.
It was a position that only a pursuer and a predator could capture.
“Blow the noose!”
While Vlad was in a panic as his position changed in an instant, some of the barbarians quickly began flinging the nooses they were holding.
It was a noose engraved with a spell that was thrown last night to capture the pitch-black guy.
Hehehehe-
The pitch-black guy began to howl as he looked at the noose filled with malice that he could not bear.
I remembered the night sky when nooses were flying from all directions.
“How dare you!”
However, this time the boy was able to counter what the pitch-black guy could not.
The world that Vlad had been holding in began to flow out from his closed left eye.
“These bastards are being cruel to the end!”
Vlad kept in mind the nooses flying from all directions and began swinging his sword at the exact moment.
I don’t know if they were fired from various angles, but the boy had already grabbed their backs, and the hastily thrown nooses only flew towards the boy’s front.
Squeak-
With a flash of light, the barbarians’ spells were cut to nothing.
With the malice of humans that the pitch-black guy couldn’t do anything about.
“This guy uses Aurors too!”
“The little guy was a knight too!”
The boy and the horse smiled viciously as they looked at the confused savages.
“Now is it my turn!”
The unadorned sword in the boy’s hand began to tremble.
Faster than the barbarians, the sharp night sky was attacking them from behind.
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Aaaah-!
The horses were scared!
“······.”
Another group of people confronting each other outside the procession.
The old man and the leader of the barbarians in the group turned their heads without hesitation at the strange scream coming from behind.
“Vlad?”
“······this.”
They were barbarians who lived their whole lives chasing and hunting people.
However, from what we see now, they were actually being chased by someone.
By a blond boy wielding a sword accompanied by a pitch-black horse.
“Try to block it!”
Sensing that the situation was unusual, the leader of the barbarians ordered the group that followed him to take Ramund in charge and quickly ran out to the place where the screams were loud.
“Where are you going? Hey!”
When Ramund noticed that he was moving towards Vlad, he tried to quickly follow him, but the horse that was only driving the cart was unable to catch up with him as he rushed forward in an instant.
The remaining group blocked Ramund’s path and captured him.
“What’s going on!”
The leader of the barbarians who ran towards his fleeing subordinates.
What he saw there was shocking.
“Age…Age-sama!”
One of the bleeding subordinates saw Age running towards him and struggled with his only remaining arm.
“this!”
His subordinates were already reduced by half.
And then there was the blond-haired boy following behind him and the horse with the spiritual blood he had been eyeing.
Age, the leader of the group, opened his eyes wide as he saw an unimaginable sight.
“How dare you!”
Agye shot an arrow as he saw a sight that made blood gush out just by looking at it.
A cold-blooded arrow was fired at the boy who radiated his true presence even from afar.
At the same time, the pitch-black guy’s ears perked up.
—-!
“OMG!”
Vlad grabbed the mane of the pitch-black guy who was tilting for a moment and without realizing it, he got closer.
Shuyuk-
The eerie sound of the wind passing by your ears for a moment.
It was the sound made as the arrow that Age had just fired pierced through the area where Vlad’s head was.
Vlad quickly raised his head and glared at the direction the arrow had come from.
A barbarian man who, unlike other barbarians, ties his hair with colorful strings.
“You’re that guy from earlier!”
Vlad gritted his teeth, remembering the cold-eyed man who had shot an arrow at him from the hill.
“······!”
Age was also devastated as she saw the horse dodge her arrow.
I knew it was unusual because it was a horse born with spiritual blood, but I had no idea it would be this bad.
‘We have to catch it here!’
A boy and a spiritual horse.
A shiver ran down Agee’s spine as she watched them become perfect together and even stronger because they were younger.
We need to stop these guys’ momentum here and now.
“Hurry and surround those guys!”
“But Mr. Age!”
“I do the finishing touches!”
Agee’s eyes began to burn as she looked at the boy.
Even his tattoos engraved all over his body.
The world of Age, carved by the barbarians’ magic, was emerging on my skin.
The formation is narrowed once again.
“Okay, come and see!”
There was a man coming through the gap.
The eyes of the boy and horse looking at him began to flash sharply.
At a distance where they could even see their reflections in each other’s eyes, the two cried out fiercely as if they had been waiting.
“die!”
“Look back!”
Swords clashed with swords and eyes burned into each other.
A moving duel made of horses revolved around them.
‘shit.’
It’s worth it as a sword.
Vlad, who had come face to face with Age, thought so.
In the eyes of a boy who had fought against absurdly powerful men, the warrior of the plains named Agee was a worthy opponent.
But the problem is that he is now on a horse.
[You have no saddle. It gets worse as time goes by.]
As the voice said, the boy who could not borrow the power of the tool was only at a disadvantage the longer the current situation continued.
Feeling the boy’s increasingly trembling thighs, the jet-black guy tried to lighten the burden by fixing his upper body as much as possible, but the evil spirits surrounding him on all sides were preventing him from doing so.
[······We must get out!]
‘how!’
Vlad desperately tried to turn his head to find a way out.
However, there were only barbarians around, and this time even the pitch-black ones could not easily tear off the siege.
“Are you saying that you rode a spiritual horse on a topic that only matters about this?”
Because Age right next to him was holding back his words with the boy.
“······!”
At that moment, Vlad saw Ramund following behind him.
Although obscured by the barbarians, Ramund’s shining forehead was recognizable even from a distance.
‘Except for a few warriors, these are guys who wouldn’t dare fight even a knight. ‘You just have to kill the barbarians’ unique mobility.’
There was something that an experienced driver told me.
They say you can only deal with barbarians if you knock them off their horses.
Vlad’s eyes were shining blue as he looked at Ramund following from behind and the siege with no way out.
“I heard you were born on a horse?”
“what?”
Age was feeling Vlad’s completely different spirit.
Even the corners of the boy’s mouth gradually rise.
“I’ve been stuck down there all this time.”
The boy born in the back alleys of Shoara had never been out of the mud.
“If I’ve done it this far, you should do what I want at least once!”
In other words, the boy was used to fighting in the mud.
Because I was born there.
“Oh my gosh!”
Age was taken aback when he saw the fierce eyes jumping up from the horse and rushing towards him.
“Come down you bastard!”
Vlad recklessly catches Age on a running horse.
The boy was so embarrassed by the action of the boy, who jumped in with his whole body as if he wanted to die with him, that he just twisted his body around.
I swear to you, I have never experienced such a ridiculous attack in my life.
“Ugh!”
A barbarian warrior who falls to the ground due to the actions of a boy who is nothing short of unexpectedness incarnate.
Immediately afterwards, an intense pain struck his back.
“······!”
As he watched the ground becoming increasingly black, Vlad thought of the old man’s shining forehead.
In a split-second, Vlad recalled the scene he had seen that day and mercilessly pushed the auror towards the shoulder that would be the first to touch the ground.
I didn’t learn it, but I saw it and felt it.
“Huh!”
In the rising dust, the boy’s left shoulder, which was touching the ground, was shining faintly.
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“This guy… this guy!”
Ramund, who followed late, was frightened when he saw the boy who had grabbed the barbarian leader in front of him and tumbled to the ground.
No matter how strong a knight he was, if he fell like that, it would be hard to guarantee his life.
However, when the thick dust cleared, the sight that met Ramund’s eyes was completely different from what he expected.
“······I am Age of the Buddhaat tribe.”
A boy holding up an unadorned sword with blood flowing here and there.
And the barbarian warrior beneath that boy.
“There is no name to give to someone like you.”
The boy had learned.
In order to say your name proudly, you must move with honor.
The barbarian man he was under was nothing more than a group of magic bandits who plundered and killed Bayezid’s people.
“······.”
Ramund was at a loss for words when he saw the scene before his eyes.
The boy’s left shoulder is still shining faintly.
Ramund swallowed his saliva as he saw the aura shining from Bayezid’s armor bursting here and there.
“······What if they steal it before I tell you, you bastard?”
Everyone here was looking at the boy.
A boy who rode a sacred horse following the old traditions of the barbarians.
A boy who wore Bayezid’s old traditions and followed his Auror.
There were two old things that continued within the boy’s world.
