Barbarian Quest

Chapter 22

Two flags fluttered in the air in Count Daggleton’s camp. The red bear of Daggleton, and other the Silver Lion.

“This is a good land,” Garcio the Silver Lion said as he squinted his eyes. The land smelled of rich dirt—the kind that produces quality crops by just sowing the seeds.

“Allian... you have my word. You will be avenged,” Count Daggleton said to himself as he stared at Count Mollando’s camp.

“It looks like they thought they could beat us by going on the defensive. Do they really think that their scrap of an army can defend against the Silver Lion Mercenaries? That’s funny.”

“All they have is a fence and a few watch towers, leader. That’s barely an inconvenience for us,” an adjutant with good vision remarked after taking a look around the enemy camp. The Silver Lions had a few sieges under their belt. The wooden fortress of Count Mollando was like a shield made of straw compared to the stone walls of the castles.

“My brother, I will make sure that your flag flutters proudly on that land by sundown.”

Garcio drew his sword and raised it in the air. It was the signal. His mercenary squad began their advance as their horseman waved their flag from side to side.

Clunk, clunk.

The metallic sound of the heavy armor rang throughout the land. The Silver Lion Mercenaries were solely composed of men in heavy armor with the exception of their archers. Most were equipped with chainmail, and a few were in the southern-style scale armor. Regardless of the shape, an armory forged with metal was the trademark of heavy infantry.

“This is a sight to behold.’

Daggleton’s eyes widened. Men in metal were marching toward his enemies. Under their pressed-down helmets, the eyes of the mercenaries glowed with a fearsome intensity. Warriors—they were men who killed for a living.

“Eek, w-we have to fight those guys?” The conscripts who were watching from the top of the fences were taken by fear. Their spear and leather armory looked like toys compared to what they were seeing from the Silver Lions.

“Wow, they are not joking about,” Bachman remarked as he watched the enemies get closer and closer. A cold sweat ran down his forehead.

‘Shit, maybe I should have listened to Donovan and ran away.’

He had no choice now, but to fight. He recited his prayer as he clasped the sun necklace around his neck.

“Oh, Lou, please don’t take me just yet.”

On one side of Mollando’s camp, the minister of the territory was giving his blessings to the soldiers as many of them had come to him for any help that they could get.

“If you think about it, it’s actually quite funny. Our enemies also believe in the god of Sun, just like we do. And look at what we’re doing, we’re going to war! Lou must be a god with quite a bit of favoritism,” Bachman said with a chuckle. Whoever won the battle must be loved more than the other by Lou.

“Archers!” the captain of the guards shouted. The archers on the top of the watch towers nocked their arrows, and the soldiers fell into their positions.

Rattle rattle.

The conscripts’ legs were trembling at the sight of their well-armed enemies. They all wanted to drop their spears and run back to their home, but whoever attempted to do so would be murdered by someone from their own side.

“I’m a farmer, not a soldier. A farmer, for fuck’s sake.”

The conscripts could not understand why they were fighting this war. They were treated as disposable items, sent into battles just to die in place of the actual nobles who started the war.

“Shoot!” The guard captain signaled. With his signal, the archers released their arrows in unison. Their aim was not half bad, as the conscripted archers were hunters with sharp eyes. Unlike farmers, hunters always made good soldiers.

Thwip!

Some of the Silver Lion Mercenaries were struck and fell to the ground. Those less fortunate than others got the arrows buried deep inside their bodies and died.

“Woahhhh!”

The Silver Lion Mercenaries charged at Mollando’s fences with their shields raised. The shower of arrows could not stop them in their tracks. After all, it was quite unlikely for someone to have their armor penetrated by arrows in this kind of battle unless they were extremely unlucky.

“They’re coming!” The soldiers on the ground of Mollando’s camp shouted as they stepped forward. The intimidation of the Silver Lion Mercenaries was enough to tear down every last bit of confidence that Mollando’s men had managed to muster up.

“Fight with everything you’ve got! Bachman shouted to the men inside the fence as he pointed his spear forward. The mercenaries widened their eyes and locked their gaze on the Silver Lion squad.

Another arrow came at them, hitting one of the guards in the head to kill him instantly.

“It’s an ambush!” Daggleton yelled as he finally noticed the men covered in tar-black filth. In his eyes, they looked like demons emerging from hell.

“Run, run!” Donovan shouted. The mercenaries sprinted toward Count Daggleton as they spat out the filth that was flowing down their faces into their mouths.

“Protect Lord Daggleton!” The guards surrounded Daggleton and raised their shields. Urich dropped his bow and followed the other mercenaries.

“Hmph,” He outpaced the other mercenaries in the blink of an eye.

“Woah, woahhhh!”

Urich and his mercenaries finally clashed with the guards in a frenzy of blades.

“Bring your head over here!” Urich chased after Daggleton with glaring eyes. Unlike his words, he wasn’t actually intending to kill him, but he was fully comfortable with crippling him.

He drew one of his axes and launched it at Daggleton.

Clank!

The axe was parried by a sword.

“You used your brains pretty well. I didn’t expect you to be hiding there,” The Silver Lion Garcio said after deflecting Urich’s axe with his sword and looked at the filth-covered Urich.

“Don’t you think you have a bit too much gray hair for someone your age?” Urich cackled and drew his sword and the second axe. He quickly recognized his opponent as the leader of the Silver Lion Mercenaries because of the description he had heard in advance, but even if it weren’t for the gray hair, his opponent exuded the aura of someone strong.

“So, you’re the skilled mercenaries that my brother talked about? The battle is almost finished, and you are not winning. If you surrender now, I’ll take you in as my mercenaries under the Silver Lions,” Garcio said as he held his sword with both hands. He had the stance of a well-trained swordsman—as expected from a noble’s bastardized son.

Urich clashed his axe and sword together and twisted his neck from side to side. He had a ferocious grin on his face.

“Haha, thanks for the offer. But, unfortunately for you, I don’t work for someone who’s weaker than me.”

“That’s a shame, nameless mercenary.”

Urich and Garcio were about to face off. Urich felt the hair on his arms stand.

‘He’s not just all talk.’

Garcio’s stance left very few windows for Urich to attack, and even those were covered by his chainmail. Urich was aware of how little time he had. If he dragged this on too long, the rest of Daggleton’s army would join Garcio and surround Urich and his mercenaries. Daggleton had to be captured before that happened.

‘I have to attack first, no matter what.’

Urich’s arms moved busily as he swung his weapons like a storm.

Clink! Clank!

The weapons of the two mercenaries clashed. Garcio’s eyes widened at the sound of the distinct metallic sound.

‘That’s a damn good weapon for a nameless mercenary,’ Garcio thought to himself. His sword was also forged with high-quality steel, fitting for the leader of the Silver Lion Mercenaries. However, he was still out-weaponed by Urich’s formidable sword.

Shring!

Urich’s sword slashed through Garcio’s chainmail. He managed to split the links of the chain but couldn’t cut through the leather lining.

Crack!

Garcio intended to leave his side open with the trust in his armor, and fully focus on splitting Urich’s head. But the sudden burst of intense pain in his side made him take a step back.

‘My ribs are broken.’

Normally, a sword wouldn’t be able to deliver a strong blow after having its force diffused by the chainmail and leather lining. And even if the swordsman were to deliver enough force to do so, the blade wouldn’t hold up and bend or completely break.

“Imperial steel,” Garcio muttered under his breath. The blade of Urich’s sword was still fresh. Even after slashing through his chainmail, the blade flashed like a wolf’s teeth. A weapon of such high quality could only be forged with imperial steel, something that was hard to come by even with money.Please visit fr𝐞𝐞w𝒏.𝒸𝑜𝔪 website to read fastest update

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