The Blood Knight’s Villains

My Villains Chapter 434

65. The Peak of Spring (9)

Zelntree is a vast primeval forest that straddles the borders of the Empire and the Kingdom.

The people of the kingdom called this forest Zelln Tree, which means the forest where the Gellan people live. The people of the empire called it the ‘Black Forest’ because it was so dense that not even a single light could enter it.

No matter what the name was, the fact that the Zelntree had a very strong life force remained unchanged. A mysterious forest that has been burnt , felled, and diseased several times over hundreds of years, but still retains its appearance thousands of years ago.

memorized

“A stronger, deeper wind of eternity. A

milky-white aura rose in front of the staff along with a voice with a strange resonance. Magic power that only fairies in the eternal realm could use. The milky-white lump spurted forward as if it would soon explode.

Wedge!

A cheerful friction sound was heard, and the stump of a tall pine tree was cut in half. The thick torso leaned forward.

“Move over!”

“be careful!”

The shouts of the soldiers rang several times, and the tree fell down with the sound of breaking. Dust rose.

“O uh ”

Master Epos chuckled and waved his hands. In my heart, I wanted to raise even a breeze, but even the horsepower to do so was in a state of exhaustion.

“Jug-walk!”

A dozen or so soldiers clung to the fallen log, tied a rope, and began to pull it.

“Tell the horse to come quickly. These bastards won’t come back once they go!”

Even after the sergeant’s disapproving command fell, those holding the reins of the pack horses rushed over.

The horseman busily played with their hands in response to the line that the soldiers held out. Soon the rope was tied to the yoke and pole of the pack horse, and the log began to ride roughly over the uneven ground.

Master Epos made a moan as he brushed the dust off his shoulder.

“Let’s take a little break. Because of this, I couldn’t even erect half of the wooden fence and I looked faint.”

“Yes, take a break. It’s a mess here, so there’s nowhere to sit, so take a breather in a windy place over there.”

The sergeant responded politely and handed over a water bag that smelled like sweet wine. Then, looking back at the soldiers, he shouted loudly.

“Playtime is over! Everyone, get your ax!”

The red-faced soldiers grabbed their axes. Epos, who had been drinking the sweet water, turned his head slightly, feeling as if he was about to get sick.

“Whoah…

To the south of the thick forest there were rivers and fields.

The river, which had no name because it was not so great in width or depth, glistened light green in the warm sunlight. Grasslands with colorful flowers in full bloom swayed in the wind, spreading the scent of spring in all directions.

It was a very beautiful scenery, but the young man who was called a genius magician had a confused expression. Because he saw something a little different in that landscape.

The river that flows in from the northeast and bends to the southeast passed through Asag, commonly called the ‘death swamp’. He didn’t know that if he recklessly put his mouth on that foul-smelling water, he might get sick and turn into an undead.

In a corner of a beautiful field, instead of the smell of spring, there was an acrid burnt smell. The soldiers who were building the camp set fire to arson. The flowers in full bloom, the strong stems and the fresh leaves shriveled up in the heat and were finally consumed by the flames.

With achromatic eyes, Master Epos inspected the fields that would be stained with blood in a few days.

Seven years of being fascinated by Prince Ulkar’s mind and ideals and under his tutelage. The clumsy boy who couldn’t hide the fact that he was a trainee has now become a skilled combat wizard.

The pure emotion that made me cry for no reason at the sight of the scattering ashes quickly dried up.

Looking at the improvised wooden fence, the sloppy mound, and the trenches that connect them, he was asking himself questions like ‘how many enemies can I kill using that defense line’.

Warm- Epos

, who was standing under the sunlight and facing a soft headwind, turned his head at the sound of a clear metal sound.

“Why do you have such a gloomy face?”

“…Ah Sir Langboldt.”

‘The best swordsman in the East’ ‘The first knight of the Silver Prince’ ‘The Knight of Truth’…

These are the nicknames of the knight sitting at the forest entrance and flicking a snow-white blade.

“It’s nothing, I’m just a bit tired…

” “I see. Come over and sit down.”

“it’s okay. I want to get some sun.”

Langbolt nodded and moved his narrow-bladed sword around, then flicked the blade again.

Daang-

“It’s just that I’m tired. Hasn’t he been working his magic nonstop since he arrived in the evening the day before yesterday? Take it easy.”

“Don’t worry. It’s not too much…

Langboldt and Epos were quite close considering the 10-year age difference. It was not only because they had been together as colleagues for quite a long time and built up a bond, but also because Lang Bolt, a good sociable person, often took care of Epos in his childhood.

“By the way, sir, what are you doing here?”

“I am enjoying the wind. I want to buy some swords.”

Langvolt narrowed his brows as he twirled the hand holding the sword.

“Could you possibly fix the spell on the knife?”

“Well, to be honest, it is possible. It will be very difficult. Why is that?”

“Because the sword is so light. I’m not used to it in my hands…

Seeing how he wielded a lump of iron over 1 meter long like a whip, the sword certainly looked light.

Epos glanced at the white blade and shook his head.

“Give up and just adapt. If it’s a magic tool of that level, you’ll have to be at least a grand master class enchantress to try your hand at it.”

“is it. This is a disaster.”

“If it doesn’t fit, you can use the original one, right?”

Langboldt shrugged his mustache and shrugged.

“That’s the problem. Except for the weight, I like everything else. And you don’t know what a fuss it will cause if Lord Phoenix finds out if you change the sword carelessly.”

“Is it a mess?”

“Lord Phoenix said that a while ago. Wouldn’t you have to have four or five magic tools to deal with sword masters?”

The knight smiled bitterly as if he thought of Phoenix, who forcibly gave all kinds of magic tools stolen from imperial knights and swordsmen while occupying the city.

“no wonder. I was wondering why the Lord, who hates magic tools, is wearing all those rings and necklaces.”

“It’s not to the extent of being disgusted. Isn’t this cloak alone a magic tool?”

The cloak, which resembled the waves of the sea, was a magic tool with powerful defense magic. It was also an heirloom of the Earl Shore family given to the most talented clan of the time.

“I just didn’t want to rely on things like this.

He put the magic sword in the air and swiped it over and over again. Then he licked his lips and retrieved the knife.

“By the way, Sir Langboldt, can you stay here?”

“Why is it a problem?”

“Aren’t you all busy building a defense line? Please do something like encouragement.”…

Langboldt glanced at the defense line.

The courageous and pleasant sea men who believed in him and crossed the edge of the sword.

Private soldiers who would risk their lives without hesitation if it was the young Naga’s command.

Nudane warriors who give their allegiance to the Daughter of Salvation like faith.

The fearsome prestige of the red knight and the enchanting soldiers were attracted to them.

Thus, a total of 1200 troops gathered in the narrow corridor and drew a line along the river.

“…that’s all right. There is no place for me to stand like that.”

“yes? What do you mean?”

“Literally. Everyone has a place, so we can’t just snoop around here and there, trusting in the status of a modest knight.”

Master Epos nodded while making a confused expression.

Well, Langbolt Earl Shore was originally such a person. A type who can get along with people regardless of social status, but also has a clear sense of being a nobleman and a knight.

The genius wizard suddenly had an interesting idea.

“What would Lord Ankir do?”

“ o uh

“Sir Ankir. I wondered how he would have acted.” Recalling the giant knight’s roaring voice, Langbolt answered with a smile.

“I must have been running around and shouting nonstop. He might have rolled up his sleeves saying he would cut the ax himself. Can you sit back with that quick temper?”

“What about Sir Ariad?”

“well. He must have come up with a trick while thinking about how to make the wooden fence and mound stronger and faster. Without even knowing that the remaining hair is falling out.”

“Sir Liam—I think I know. He must have climbed somewhere high and had a solemn expression on his face.”

“Certainly. There is no doubt about it.”

Even though Epos didn’t rhyme, Langboldt continued talking with a very pleasant expression.

“Sir Filter must have caught at least a deer and dismembered it.”

“Sir Gisella is too easy. It must have stuck to the prince like a cicada.”

“Yes, as always.”

The genius sorcerer, who had been laughing really hard, soon made an ambiguous expression.

“How about Sir Phoenix?”

“…well.” Langboldt tidied up his mustache.

The position that suited him best was the battlefield where the fiercest battles took place.

As the first knight of the Silver Prince, he always stood in the forefront. First enemy downed and first blooded. He gained a shining reputation by cutting down many strong enemies.

“Lord Phoenix.”

Langbolt knew very well that his place had been taken over by the Phoenix.

To be pushed aside by a young man who was only a little over twenty. I knew about his lineage and inside story from the beginning, but it was the same that I was very angry.

But it wasn’t Phoenix that made him the most ashamed. It was Langboldt himself.

He even had nightmares of envy and inferiority that he felt for the first time in his life. For a while, I also harbored hostility.

Langbolt felt ashamed and ashamed of himself. Could it get any uglier than this?

“I don’t know.”

“So do i.”

Langvolt is an excellent swordsman. I knew very well how to use power, either my enemy’s or mine.

It was the same with the fierce fire burning fiercely inside. Langbolt firmly believed that if he managed and led this fierce fire well, he would regain his place someday.

He looked west.

If Phoenix didn’t arrive on time, he would have no choice but to fill his void himself.

“after.”

Ugly, foolish expectations dissipated with a sigh.

“Let’s wait patiently. You’ll find out soon.”

“…you’ll have to get the timing right.”

Epos was looking east across the river with a heavy expression.

“I was told that the enemy had already left ‘Bulfurt’ three days ago. Perhaps in a day or two.”

“He will come.”

Langboldt shook off envy and feelings of inferiority and added words with only the desire for victory.

“certainly.”

Seeing his unwavering gaze, Epos silently nodded.

The true knight and the genius wizard were talking in the corridor connecting Bulfurt and Eisbovalt.

“…Should I fry this too?”

Poy Nix tilted his head as he placed a cast-iron pot over a bonfire on a hill northwest of Eisbowald.

“I think the salted pork was definitely stir-fried.”

As he melted butter in a pot and grilled pork, he clutched a cabbage and fell into trouble.

“…I don’t know. Just boil it roughly.”

As he muttered, he poured water into the cast-iron pot. Phoenix sang a hum song and continued cooking. On the other side of the hill, Topal’s 2,000 troops were encamped and watching him.