episode_0151
by fnovelpiaWhere Balkrash reigns, there will be no life left.
These were the words of a northerner who was afraid of Balkrash.
An orc who pledged loyalty to the Ice Dragon Skadia by offering his own soul to the ice. Granted the power of the dragon, Balkrash reigned as the overlord of the North.
A colossal colossus, larger than an orc. He commands the legion riding a frost wolf, and the cities he passes through are left without even a single flame.
A world of death and silence.
Even life bows its head and leaves in the face of Balkrush’s cruelty, and the earth gives up breathing.
The renowned knights of the North were dispatched to subdue Balkash, but they all fell prey to the double-edged axe, their skulls skewered together and turned into necklaces for Balkash.
People don’t stop Balkrush anymore.
I just pray that he doesn’t come to where I am.
Such a Balkrush walked towards Assis.
Assis and Balkrush face each other.
The two felt a strange sense of kinship with each other that no one else could know.
“You, you have received his power.”
It was true. Balkrush felt the protection of Assiscadia. Moreover, his appearance, which transcended the aesthetic standards of the race, was not ordinary.
“You are definitely Skadia’s match. How did you leave her nest and end up here?”
“I am… Rami’s slave… … ?”
“Rami? Who is that?”
“Rami is Rami… .”
“… ?”
I think it’s lacking a lot as a match for Skadia.
But no matter what her condition or what she was thinking, it didn’t matter to Balkrash. He dared to come in and slaughter his men.
It is Balkrash’s job to make them pay the price and send them back to Skadia.
“If you surrender and bow your head even now, I will compromise with one arm.”
“I don’t like it… . Bascal… … Give it back.”
A child’s complaint that doesn’t make sense.
Balkrush sighed softly and shook his head. Then, his eyes flashed and he took up his stance, grasping his red-black double-edged axe.
Bam!
As the giant tree-like legs crushed the ground, the ground sank and snowballs flew away screaming.
He places the axe on his right shoulder and gathers his strength.
Let your steel-like muscles expand for a moment.
“Don’t die.”
I took a picture.
A merciless blow that makes the words “don’t die” seem meaningless.
The earth splits apart.
Following the trajectory of the disaster, the ground beneath the path is exposed.
An avalanche on the plains threatens to sweep everything away.
For a moment, Assis flinched his delicate eyebrows.
It was a powerful blow she had never experienced before.
It protects its body by spreading a thick ice curtain.
Quagagagagagak!
The next moment, ice and slash collide.
The ice is shattered with a scream.
A large amount of snow and dirt covered the ice, obscuring the view.
The moment Assis grips his sword tightly and tenses all his nerves, the earth begins to tremble.
Like a giant crossing the storm.
Balkrush runs heavily.
Every time his feet hit the ground, the ground cracked and screamed, and the snow exploded, following his footsteps.
Not even the slightest thought of a surprise attack.
Balkrush, who had confidently revealed his presence, approached Assis. He once again brought down his double-edged axe with utmost honesty.
Zzaeng──!!
There was a loud noise.
Assis’s body did not split like a log. The ice shield that appeared as the atmosphere froze protected Assis once again.
However, very rarely.
Even though he successfully repelled the attack, Assis’s expression became serious.
She and Balkrush were now close enough to exchange weapons. That was closer than Karami had ever approached Assis.
Even the orc zealots who were under the spell of the orc shaman were not immune to the effects of the cold. However, Balkrash only had a slight frost formed on his skin.
Of course, even that was surprising.
Having lived in the North his entire life, Balkrash is also a recipient of the grace of Skadia.
Even such a Balkrush could not completely escape the coldness of Assis, which meant that the protection Assis received was greater than Balkrush.
It might have felt absurd from Balkrush’s perspective. He had sworn with his soul and pledged with blood, while Assis had received stronger protection simply because she was pretty.
But what can we do?
The world is superficial.
If something is unreasonable, it is something that must be overcome with one’s own strength, and Balkrush had the strength to do so.
Damn it.
The ice groans ominously.
Fine cracks begin to appear.
Assis flinched and stepped back.
Boom!
With a bang, the ice shattered and the axe fell where she had been.
There was no time to feel relieved.
Balkrush’s two eyes captured Assis.
And then the recklessness.
A fierce attack without any skill or martial arts, like a furious rage.
Assis casts a spell to stop the charge.
Ice spikes rise from the ground, crisscrossing each other and piercing Balkrush’s body.
“That kind of trick won’t work.”
The ice spikes that collide with Balkrush shatter without causing any significant damage.
It’s no use freezing your legs and holding them.
I can’t stop walking for even a moment.
Balkrush, who had repelled all magic and was approaching Assis.
He holds the axe in his left hand and pulls his right hand back. For a moment, a sinister red aura flows through his hand.
Balkrush swung a hammer called a fist.
“… !”
As expected, Assis blocked the attack with an ice barrier, but the result was different from before. The impact of the violent fist that Assis was unable to completely absorb hit Assis.
Assis’s body flew backwards.
He’s different from any other person I’ve ever met.
I could feel it instinctively without having to think deeply about it.
Assis spinning in the air.
A platform perpendicular to the ground is created in the air.
Assis, who had lightly stepped on it, kicked off the step and jumped out.
A double-edged axe clashing with a sword swung diagonally.
Kkagagagagak!
Ice and metal clash with a chilling sound.
Balkrush swings his axe hard and knocks Assis away. Assis, who is once again floating in the air, repeats his attack in the same manner as before.
Mix in magic between attacks to hit Balkrush and force it to spare its nerves.
But the situation did not turn out as easily as Assis had intended.
Assis is a fighting style that combines flexible movements and freely wielding magic.
On the other hand, Balkrush is a power type that invests everything in strength, but lacks agility.
Each has its own strengths and weaknesses, and it is difficult to discuss compatibility, but in this case, Assis was at a disadvantage.
Likewise, Assis’ magic did not work well on Balkrash, who was under the protection of Skadia.
Her special ability was useless at this moment.
Asius’ swordsmanship was certainly excellent, but it was not enough to pierce through Balkrash’s indestructible body with swordsmanship alone.
Phew!
Balkrush twists the upper body of the giant.
A fierce spinning slash that creates a heavy, piercing impact.
Unable to withstand the force, Assis was thrown back and slid across the floor.
Balkrash slung his axe over his shoulder.
He looked down at Assis with a calm expression.
Bingryong is the human chosen by Skadia.
I was secretly looking forward to what it would be like, but it fell far short of my expectations.
Most of the powerful men who opposed Balkrush were defeated in one blow.
Assis, who had teamed up with such Balkrush several times, was clearly superior to them in terms of skill. It was an achievement worth bragging about.
However.
“It’s empty.”
It’s empty.
Even though their skills were lacking, I felt a fighting spirit from the knights of the north, but I felt nothing from Asis.
There was a small glimmer of determination in his eyes, but it was not enough to pique Balkrush’s interest.
It feels like dealing with a ghost.
My interest has completely cooled.
Balkrush is a warrior.
A northern overlord who enjoys killing and fighting.
In the midst of my boredom, a long-awaited opponent has appeared, but it doesn’t feel right to end it like this.
How can we bring out the fighting spirit of Assis?
As Balkash scanned the area for anything useful, the slaves came into view. The slaves were unharmed among the slaughtered orcs.
Even the fact that they were covered in a translucent ice sheet suggested that Assis was protecting them.
It was ironic that Skadia’s partner had come to rescue slaves, but it was a good thing. Balkrash nodded to his men and turned his gaze to Assis.
“I will give you a time limit from now on. Charge with all your might. Burn with your fighting spirit. Otherwise, those slaves will die.”
Orcs, under Balkrash’s command, surround the ice barrier.
They each began to pound the ice barrier with their weapons.
“Heeek! Please save me!”
The slaves are driven to the center to escape the orcs.
An ominous, ear-piercing cracking sound rang out.
It was made with Assis’ magic, so it wouldn’t break easily, but it wasn’t completely unbreakable. Every time it collided with a weapon, shards of ice would fall off.
“… !”
Assis creates an ice eagle to protect them.
“Ku …
In an instant, Balkrush roared into the sky. The air shook with a roar, and the bird flying by was shattered into pieces.
“What are you doing? If you can’t beat me, you can’t go there.”
“… … .”
A change occurred in Assis’ cold expression. His brow furrowed.
Discomfort.
And a clear enemy.
Balkrush’s lips filled with a satisfied smile.
“Now you’re making a face worth seeing. Yeah, that’s it.”
Assis raised his sword and closed the distance in one breath.
A dash of white and blue.
The frosty sword light dances a sword dance.
When Balkrush defends once, five consecutive attacks will rain down. When Balkrush attacks, evade and attack smoothly, pounding his body.
Assis’s quick attack that doesn’t allow even a single attack. He doesn’t let up his attack for even a moment.
At first glance, it seems like a one-sided battle.
But the reality was different.
No matter how many times she attacked, she was unable to inflict any significant damage on Balkrush. The attacks were more fierce than before, but she was still lacking.
There was impatience in the trajectory of the sword that Assis created, and Balkrush did not miss it.
Balkrash swung his axe vertically.
“Wow… !”
Assis quickly blocks the axe by laying his sword vertically.
But is it because I’m exhausted?
The sword, weakened by the battle, could not hold out and shattered like glass. It was blown away by the ensuing storm.
Assis, who had been flying for a long time, rolled around on the ground without being able to properly land, and soon stopped. His snow-white hair became dirty with dirt.
The shock must have been quite great, as Assis had difficulty getting up.
Will anything change if I stand up?
The sword is broken.
There doesn’t seem to be a way to get through Balkrush.
The will that was embedded in Assis wavers. The curse does not miss that gap.
So that they will never dare to resist again.
The sprouts that emerged through the harsh cold are buried tightly.
There is a main character in a fairy tale.
Helping the weak.
Understanding their feelings.
Stop the baby from crying.
A story that warms the hearts of those who watch it.
Even though there are hardships, a fairy tale is one in which the ending is a happy ending.
So────
“Can I help you?”
Raising up the protagonist who has collapsed.
Pushing the back of the hesitant protagonist.
It was absolutely inevitable that an assistant would appear.
Karami walked leisurely out of the castle.
The blue-white chalice is click- click-.
Shaking it lightly.
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