Fantasy Starting from the Stone Age - Chapter 180



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Episode 180. The Collapsing Frontline 3

Most of the old people are now suffering from the war that has ended, but they are somehow returning to their daily lives and producing the next generation, but there are still those who are fighting the war, whose daily lives are a battle, and who are unable to produce the next generation.

These are assassins of the Nono-Borin bloodline. They were raised by Nononono Hakang in Shujor and sent north.

They were all under 15 years old. They grew up quickly anyway, so they matured at the age of 12, and they were also highly intelligent, so they learned things quickly.

They all have trained their racial abilities. They can train them. Borin has high intelligence, and Nono has high speed through magic. They can probably run as fast as an ostrich for a short time.

High intelligence does not simply mean thinking ability or memory, but also includes reaction speed and perception, so you can sneak into enemy lines at incredible speed, cut off the enemy’s head, and come back out right away.

Actually, I don’t ‘follow’. Nononono Hakang taught dagger throwing and acrobatics that were practiced as acrobatics in the extreme, and they all assassinate key figures with poison and secret weapons.

There are two main categories of major factors.

A class of officials and clergy in charge of administrative affairs in the Lucca Empire.

In Bapan Tab, a tribal chieftain, a head of a household, or a Mahona military officer raised by them, etc.

In addition to assassination, they also commit terrorism such as killing livestock, spreading diseases, and destroying wells. In order to end the war, they infiltrate enemy lines with the Patchar special forces, commit all sorts of evil acts, and then escape.

The Nono-Borin hybrid is a perfect hybrid, except for being infertile. It perfectly complements the intelligence, agility, physique, and craftsmanship of both races. The Patchar commandos are masters of mystery and are quite physically fit, making them good fighters, but they are surprisingly bad at things like infiltration and assassination. Not only do they make up for their shortcomings, they are also incredibly intelligent, making their plans even more perfect.

This alone would make you the best combat weapon trained in Datang, Assassin. It may feel like that, but… … .

Is that really true? Usually, those who are raised like this live very pitiful lives. First of all, they are raised more like ‘production’ than ‘raising’, and they are raised with hatred rather than affection, and with the intention of killing enemies.

Even the names were made up roughly. I made them up by adding numbers and random pronunciations. The names were something like Ga3, Pa3.

And these guys had some flaws that made them less than perfect assassins.

“Wow… … This flower is so pretty.”

“Yeah. It’s really pretty.”

“What should I call this?”

The Nono tribe is cheerful, messy, and friendly.

The Borin people are true to their emotions and instincts, and they care about their community.

The combined nature of the Nono-Borin hybrid was not weak or feeble, but rather highly cultured. It had great potential both mentally and physically.

Academics, art, play. They loved those things instinctively and emotionally. Maybe in that sense, they were really intelligent.

“Hey Patchar. Do you know the name of this flower?”

“… … I don’t know. What do I know?”

“I see… … .”

He became gloomy. The Patchar commandos felt sorry for him when they saw him. They themselves were emotional, but this kind of ’emotional’ feeling was no different from the feeling they had when looking at children.

The hybrid assassin politely places the flower back on the ground. Since he lifted it up by its roots, it will grow again.

“Then let’s quickly find the next target and go kill it.”

“okay.”

The reason they work as assassins is because Hakan trained them to do so, and nothing else. In fact, even Hakan didn’t seem to know their full mental potential. They are half-bloods who are not born with anything.

The Luca Empire easily responded to such assassination operations. They had the know-how to kill all the different races and find the Black Bishop. In particular, since most of them were simply divided into safe villages and cities with security and administrative systems, and other wild areas, the assassins had to fight the enemies with very difficult operations.

Unfortunately, however, the nomads of Bapan Tab, who live in nomadic groups scattered over a wide area, were barely able to respond.

To be precise, there was no way to respond. Whether they settled down and farmed, hunted in the forests or fields, or were left to graze on the grasslands… … . They received little protection from the security services.

The fact that everyone has their own military force is an advantage for nomadic peoples, but conversely, because they have to overcome individual crises with their own abilities, their resistance to asymmetric power is extremely low.

Cheon-geon discovered this problem early, but it was not easy to find a solution.

They are nomads who do not have a specific stronghold. The assassins also do not attack specific targets, but rather, they just wander around and sneak into tribes they see, killing all the people and livestock.

‘I don’t even know exactly where my people are, so how do I deal with an enemy whose exact location I don’t know?’

Of course, each tribe has its own territory. So they can conscript soldiers. And they have a network.

But it attacks the network itself. When a neighboring tribe is wiped out, the only way for other tribes to know about it is to go directly to that tribe’s territory.

“Make the exchange between tribes closer. Attach soldiers to merchants to protect them, and assign elite soldiers with mystical powers to each tribe. Also, if you meet dwarves or tall-legged aliens other than the Tatap tribe, do not greet them as guests, but kill them all.”

This method was effective, but it had a drawback: it required a truly formidable military force.

However, they could not leave them out, so the assassins, who numbered only a few thousand, succeeded in tying up nearly half of the ten thousand thousand army of a thousand kalpas.

This alone is a huge success. It seems like the assassins’ momentum has been halted. Cheon-geop easily tracks down the assassins.

But is that really true?

Sometimes genius emerges even in these criminal fields.

“?”

One of his officers, who was traveling among the tribes on a thousand-year mission, noticed something strange.

“There is not a single person in the village… … .”

They’re all dead. It looks like they were hit by an assassin, but that’s not the only problem right now.

The way he died was by being stabbed in the heart or neck, bleeding from vital points. In short, he died from being stabbed.

Everyone was like a warrior: the villagers, the elderly, the children, and even the soldiers guarding this place.

“Does this make sense? Judging by the marks on them, it looks like one of them was killed?”

The news was relayed to the higher-ups. The rumor spread to the neighboring tribes with specific instructions to be on guard against assassins.

But… … I can’t cope with it.

“???”

We’ve already warned them, we’ve warned them, and we’ve already identified their locations, but they all die. There are unidentified assassins who throw away worn-out blades from stabbing people and sharpen or pick up new ones, or they kill with bows here.

“Let loose the hawks and the dogs! Call the psychics and detect the assassins in the vicinity! These assassins are a scourge on our Tab!”

The falcons are also mysterious. There are excellent dogs that are used as both herding and hunting dogs. There are also mediums who have some prophetic powers, who communicate with nature memes to extract information, and there are necromancers who get information directly from the dead.

But I can’t catch it.

For some time now, rumors of an assassin have been circulating among the nomads in this area.

He is an invisible demon. He is a monster who made a deal with the devil and erased his existence from the world. He carries a dagger and a short bow and stabs people in the neck and heart, and rips open the stomachs of livestock and eats their hearts.

“Wait a minute, let’s crack down on the rumors.”

“Yes? Then how do we respond?”

“Don’t let the rumors spread any further! Do you want to create an unmanageable monster? At least give it a mean name!”

It was exactly as he said.

The fear of the Assassin, the notoriety that spreads across hundreds of nomadic tribes. And the rumors that take shape. And as the siege grows clearer, the true nature of the bastard becomes more apparent.

“I found an abscess!”

It wouldn’t be called something like the Plains Demon or Shadow Assassin. It’s called the Imperial Boil. It’s called an abscess because it means pus.

An assassin without a name. It seems that for Number 2, that alone was enough to break away from the system.

Flash!

The moment the dagger flashed, it swept through them like a flash of light, annihilating a company of elite soldiers. The best of the best, even superhumans, but it didn’t seem to be a problem.

“Wow. We won.”

The strongest assassin raised by Datang. A person who has been transformed through natural talent, experience gained from surviving while deployed for over a dozen years, and luck.

The boil of Bapan Tab. ‘Tab Hulu’. Assassination and infiltration. She has raised special attacks to the level of an art, and has become a giant that even the heavens consider the greatest threat.

Of course, Datang was aware of her existence. She may have been able to destroy Bapan Tab alone, and after dozens of operations, she was given a pair of daggers. They were treasures handed down from Penkant, who came from the north.

“This is something that Hakang bought for a billion dollars. Use it well.”

“Wow. I got a present from my mom.”

A pair of daggers, one with the lowly and disgusting name of ‘Pus’ and the other with the name of ‘Boil’. They are demon daggers made of ice essence, which Penkant himself boasts is the best material in this world. They are the perfect tool for an assassin.

An ordinary person will suffer frostbite and their limbs will rot away just by touching it, and even a superhuman will have their flesh and soul pierced if they hit it. It is a super luxury item that can cause significant wounds even to a newcomer.

“Part 2.”

“Call it Tab Hulu. It’s cooler.”

“Is that so? Good. Hulu. You have achieved such great feats that Datang has already awarded you a first-class medal.”

“I haven’t been able to shed my shell twice yet.”

“That’s all for your major, so it’s okay. Do you have any wishes? I’ll have to retire in the next 10 years. If you have any wishes then, I’ll grant them.”

Hulu thinks for a moment and then says.

“I want to have a child.”

“Oh, that’s it.”

“I know… … . I can’t get pregnant. But isn’t there a way? They say that if you shed your shell twice, you can go beyond human limitations, so can I… … .”

“I’ll ask Castle Laurent.”

I asked this question because it was a pretty serious matter, but the answer was harsh.

“I know from my connection with the primordial gods that the genetic arrangement of the Nono-Borin hybrid is probably wrong. At the very least, it is impossible for them to conceive naturally.”

“What if I shed my shell twice?”

“Well, it seems that the fundamental limitations of life cannot be overcome even when one becomes a new being. Aren’t the children of the all-rounder born as ordinary Datons? Even if she were to shed her shell twice, it seems unlikely that she would be able to have children. You can change her genes so that she can have children, but can you really say that the children born that way are your own?”

“……okay.”

It takes a long time for the answer to be transmitted. From the North Sea to the South Sea. It has to go around the world.

When she received the answer immediately and relayed it, she was in the state of a saint by turning the assembly hall of the nomadic tribes into a battlefield (*Kurultai-like) and stabbing to death one of her most trusted lieutenants and brother-in-laws, the commander of the corps.

“Wow. That’s perfect timing. I’ve shed my shell again. Now there’s a song and legend about me… … .”

“I see.”

“Can I meet my kind? Or Nono? Datorin? Borin? I’m retired now and want to have a child… … .”

“Well, if that’s what Castlor Laurent said… … .”

Despite having the world’s best major, the answer I got back was dismal.

She actually went to Datang and tried it, but no matter how promiscuous her life was, her womb would not produce a child.

And now she is no longer old and dying. When all her comrades who fought alongside her have grown old and cannot even think of children because of their longevity, when her exploits have become so legendary that there is no longer any need to create assassins.

Despite the praise and decorations from many people and the congratulations from her real parents, Nononono Hakang, she was not at all satisfied.

All Chaun wants to give her the compensation she deserves while the war is still not over.

“Tab Hulu! You are the true master of assassination and espionage! I give you a new title in the name of this All-Chaun… .”

Pok chook!

“uh!”

“Goooooooo!”

A pair of daggers pierced the necks of Datang Oram and Ol Chaun. Of course, neither Datang Oram nor Ol Chaun died to that extent, but they were in great pain.

“Wow. The newbies are really different. They don’t die.”

“Kaaaak! Ugh!”

“I will consider this act of immorality as repayment for the sin of giving birth to me. If something like this happens again, no one will survive.”

All Chaun’s answer was unexpected.

“Fuck. I’m speechless. You deserve this. I wish you’d just let this be.”

“Wow. You are very merciful. But I’m still angry.”

The missing Hulu answers that he did not kill Hakan, but that he destroyed the troupe that Hakan had personally raised.

And by killing all the so-called ‘war heroes’ and achieving a generational change, he took pity on himself as an orphan in the world with no parents, no kin, and no children, and he vented his anger on Datang.

Nononono Hakang realized how terrible his actions were and was saddened, leaving behind stories about her and all sorts of lessons, as well as instructions to ensure that no unfortunate mixed-bloods were born, but it was already too late.

Since then, no one has seen the legendary assassin Hulü, who single-handedly stopped the advance of the nomadic empire.

Since he is immortal, he is said to be alive somewhere, but no one can see him.

It will be a long time before he reappears and stabs the world with his sword.