The Medieval Modern Man With A Gamer Mindset

The Medieval-Modern Man With A Gamer Mindset 93

93. Together with Comrades, We Will Not Fall

As the sharp sound of metal slicing through the air rang out, the warrior who had seen his comrade fall clutching his throat inspired,

“Ambush!”

With that, the warriors instinctively huddled together, raising their shields in unison. It did not matter whose command it was. They simply obeyed the words of their comrade, and thanks to that, they were able to remain safe from the ambush that followed.

Soon, the sound of arrowheads striking shields could be heard in rapid succession.

At the very front of the warriors, a strange standoff was taking place. The scout Gorr, his leather cloak pulled over his hood, and his companions remained motionless, wary of the man blocking their path.

“He looks like an earthling…”

“I’ve never seen that outfit before.”

Gorr’s companions glanced at him, their eyes darting, but all they received in return was silence. Instead, Gorr slowly drew the ax hanging from his belt, his teeth bared in a fierce grin.

“The sound of shields being struck.”

“What?”

“The sound of arrows hitting the shields isn’t that loud. An ambush aimed at the middle wouldn’t have so few arrows.”

For a scout, what mattered most were eyes that could see far and ears that could catch every little detail.

In addition, there was another sense that was absolutely necessary for survival in the harsh wilderness: a sense of danger. One had to be able to sense the presence of a predator lurking nearby, its hungry stomach driving it to hunt for prey, in order to avoid danger.

That sense was now screaming at him.

The moment he turned and ran from the dark-cloaked man before him, he would die.

Gorr narrowed his eyes, unable to bring himself to either charge forward or retreat with his back turned.

“We’re the ones who need help.”

Only after hearing those words did the warriors look down at their fallen comrade.

Heber. A warrior whose skills with an ax rivaled even those of the warlord Hart, despite his tendency to get drunk and rowdy during scouting missions, even bringing back loot to throw drinking parties.

The man who had always boasted that he would never die on anything less than a glorious battlefield now lay dead, his throat pierced by a mere dagger, staining the undergrowth with his blood.

“Damn it, that son of a b*tch Heber. He never intended to return the slave he borrowed.”

“Gorr, give us orders. We’ll follow.”

When facing a predator, the one who shows their back is the one who gets eaten.

Sometimes, one must offer an arm to save one’s neck. Gorr raised his empty hand and slowly took a step forward.

“There are more in the forest. Don’t charge in recklessly, there’s more than one.”

“More than one…?”

Tap-tap-tap.

The sound of small pebbles being crushed underfoot began to grow louder. It was then that the man in the black cloak, who had remained silent until now, smiling.

At that moment, the black cloak billowed out.

“…!!!”

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Before he knew it, Gorr, who had been grinding his hips, was sweating without realizing it. If the colleague standing next to him hadn’t pushed him just before the dagger flew, he would have been hit without fail.

But the price was certain and terrible.

The dagger lost its power and fell to the ground, but it also took a life with it.

“Ugh, gasp, wheeze.”

The warrior who had pushed Gorr aside had a gap above his windpipe. He floundered, feeling his prayers drowning in the blood that was gushing out from the gap. It didn’t matter if he knew it was pointless or not.

The warrior gasped and died without knowing that the dagger that had been thrown had cut his windpipe.

And toward the place where the warrior had coughed up blood instead of breath, the man in the black shoulder mantle,

Bishop Hou Narva began to step forward with a mysterious expression.

“Oops. It doesn’t fit well.”

As he pulled out the sword that was stuck in his waist.

As Narva began to advance, the soldiers who had been hiding their bodies in the shade of the forest followed him. Of course, they were thoroughly covering their bodies with shields.

Naturally, the warriors who had already lost two of their comrades to the dagger did not remain still.

“You bastard, you’ve seen quite a lot for a groundling.”

“Show them what a real warrior is.”

Rather than anger over the unexpected loss of their comrades, their emotions were pure triumph.

The warriors chose to willingly clash, turning their sword hilts or gripping their ax handles even tighter. Only one person, Gorr, hesitated as he got up unsteadily.

In the meantime, the clash between Narva and the soldiers, and the warriors, was just around the corner.

They didn’t rush at each other bravely, but slowly closed the distance, holding up their shields and weapons. Eventually, the moment Narva gripped the sword hilt with both hands-.

Gorr opened his eyes wide and expressed urgently.

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“No, everyone, hurry…!”

However, Gorr’s shout was buried in a louder shout.

“For the lottery of the gods!!!”

“Take back our world!”

The warriors rushed in all at once with a sonorous cheer that boosted their morale.

The warriors believed in their bodies and martial arts, which they had honed in order to live on the barren land, and they were sure that it would be the same this time. Even those who didn’t know the life of a warrior could tell right away.

There was that much confidence in the warriors’ actions of gripping their swords and raising their axes.

-Until the sound of the chain breaking rang out ferociously.

Clang, clang, clang, clang!

The broken chain links flew everywhere, bouncing off tree stumps and the dirt ground and rolling around. No one realized that there were tiny drops of blood on the chain links.

Life flowed out much faster than the blood flowed out.

And the moment Narva swung his sword and regained his posture, the three warriors who had rushed in first fell flat in front of Narva first.

Silence fell.

The warriors, who had been rushing in bravely just a moment ago, stopped dead in their tracks. Even the soldiers who had been following Narva half in doubt and half in admiration were looking at his back with looks of astonishment.

Narva himself was tilting his head with an unsatisfactory expression.

“That’s strange.”

His appearance was as if,

“You guys. Why are you so weak?”

He seemed bewildered by the unexpected outcome.

***

Gorr, who had sensed Narva’s martial arts, inspired without hesitation.

“Disperse!!!”

“What, what?”

“Spread out and fight! This guy is different from the warriors we’ve faced so far!”

The hot-blooded warriors may have simply assessed that his dragon power was superior, but those who had accumulated knowledge through numerous training sessions thought differently.

Scout Gorr, although not as skilled as Chieftain Hartmann, had devoted himself to training in his own way. Gorr clenched his lower lip, cold sweat trickling down the nape of his neck, hidden by his cloak.

‘He’s grasped the fact that we’re at a disadvantage in close-quarters group combat…!’

The weapon most commonly used by warriors, the ax, has the advantage of being easy to use in everyday life and has excellent destructive power.

However, just because it is useful in many ways does not mean that it is versatile. In order to deliver sufficient killing power with an ax, it must be swung. The ax was fundamentally a slashing weapon, and because of this, even if a short-handled hand ax was used, a certain amount of space was required.

Because of this, experienced warriors prefer swords over axes.

In group battles where shield walls collide or in close quarters, the utility of a sword that can stab or cut is far superior. Of course, not everyone could afford an expensive sword.

Thus, the warriors’ tactics specialized in inducing chaos. They would ambush or raid, such as a surprise attack, before the enemy could form ranks, and refuse to engage in group combat from the start.

Even if there was an outstanding warrior among the foot soldiers, once their formation was broken, they could be easily captured by restraining them with spears.

Even now, they would have used spears to block the approach of the skilled swordsmen, but-.

– This place is in the middle of a dense forest.

There are tree branches and thick trees everywhere, making it difficult to use long spears.

The intention to maintain secrecy during the advance had been discovered and was being used against them.

As expected.

Nalba smiled faintly as he watched the warriors begin to scatter in a panic following Gorr’s cry. Nalba then gestured towards his soldiers and echoed with all his might.

“Advance!”

Considering Nalba’s martial prowess, he would have killed more if he had charged in alone.

However, instead of revealing his full strength, Nalba chose to lead his soldiers. He advanced one step at a time, keeping pace with the soldiers who were hiding behind their shields in fear.

Seeing this, the warriors were able to shake off the hesitation that had settled in their hearts.

“He’s just one warrior! Just kill the warrior!”

“No, retreat and buy time! Retreat until our isolated comrades realize the situation and join us!”

Gorr anxiously, noticing the boiling enthusiasm of his comrades, but unfortunately, rational judgment was sometimes seen as cowardice.

“How can we retreat when faced with such an opponent!”

“hahahahaha! I’ve finally met a warrior worthy of the name!!!”

Although he was leading the soldiers, Nalba was the only one at the forefront.

Since there were only a dozen or so soldiers following him, most of the warriors thought that if they charged in and won, the glory would be theirs. Warriors who wanted to achieve even greater glory.

That was the bond that had united the tribe until now, and now it was the beginning of their downfall.

“Urya-yat!!!”

The warrior wielding the large two-handed ax was the first to charge.

Pagar, the son of the warrior Honar who had fought alongside Chieftain Urphson, was famous for inheriting his father’s bravery. However, the straightforward and belligerent nature he had inherited along with his bravery led to his death.

The death sentence was passed before Pagar could even swing his axe. Nalba adjusted his sword hilt and assumed a powerful throwing stance.

“….Ugh!”

Pafang!

The javelin was swift and destructive. The much larger body was all the more vulnerable to the incoming sword. As Pagar, unable to withstand the impact, was thrown backwards and rolled on the ground, Nalba shrugged, raising his empty, unarmed hand.

“You guys can fight even without weapons.”

“How dare you!!!”

The greatest insult a warrior could suffer.

Gor, who had barely been holding onto his sanity, was about to snap. However, the sight that followed quickly put his rage to rest. It was the moment when a warrior bravely charged in and stabbed his sword forward.

From the side, it looked as if the warrior’s blade had pierced through Narba.

“D-Did he stab him?!”

“Yes, sir!”

Cheers and screams from the warriors and soldiers were mixed together.

The warrior who had thrust his blade was trembling with his face drained of color. The sword had not pierced Narba’s body. It was a similar spot, but not quite the same.

– The blade was caught in the armpit.

“C-Crazy.”

“Sword.”

Thud.

It was then that Narba’s hand was placed over the warrior’s hand that was gripping the sword’s hilt.

“Thank you.”

Narba’s body spun around.

The warrior, who had lost his balance, rolled on the ground with a single scream. He tried to let go of the sword belatedly, but Narba was faster. Before the warrior could utter a voice of surrender or ask for help, Narba’s combat boot crushed his neck.

Crunch! Crunch!

The sound of bones breaking and joints popping was heard once more. The first was the sound of his neck bone breaking, and the second was the sound of his hand and arm being crushed.

Narba began to regain his posture, swinging the sword he had taken from the warrior around and around.

“Advance.”

While fluttering his black shoulder mantle.

“Just push with your shields. Thrust only when I tell you to.”

Before moving forward with the soldiers without going out alone.

“I’ll scatter the bastards.”

He thrust the sword towards the warrior’s body, which was twitching feebly.