Game Mind of a Medieval Modern Person - Chapter 162



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162. Our living beings, as seen by others, are bound to adapt and change in order to survive in harsh environments.

There is no such thing as something that does not change or does not need to change.

It is only natural that in a food chain where one bites its own tail, only those who have overcome countless competitions are entitled to live to see tomorrow.

Whether you like it or not, cunning and intuition are essential skills you must develop to survive.

Ariaba, swinging four times.

The chieftain with the reddish blond beard knew this fact and knew how to use it to his advantage.

The swaying leaves, the animals running away into the distance, the flock of birds flapping their wings ceaselessly, and even the strangely felt gaze.

Above all, his nose, trained through hunting, was speaking.

“We’re being pursued.”

It was completely different from the familiar human scent that was hard to smell. It was a unique animal scent, different from any scent I had ever smelled.

This strange smell… It’s a hornless reindeer.

The most powerful ally of the Land Guardian Warriors.

Even the warriors of the great gods had difficulty dealing with the truly elite forces that Ariava and the group had found without proper countermeasures.

Of course, the warriors did not take Ariaba’s words at face value.

A few arrogant people would sit around the campfire, staring blankly and bursting into laughter.

“What are you talking about, Chief, even the animals in the vicinity have dried up.”

“Drink the blood you received. From what I’ve seen, your judgment is clouded because you lack salt in your body.”

One of the warriors who had been stirring the pot with a ladle scooped up a spoonful and put it in a bowl.

Hot blood, just warmed enough by the warmth of the campfire to keep it from hardening.

It was a way for warriors to replenish salt reserves in inland areas where salt was difficult to obtain.

Ariaba frowned but did not refuse and willingly accepted the blood.

After gulping down every last drop, he roughly put the bowl down.

“It is the power of the Thunder God.”

“…!”

“With the power of the Thunder God, I smelled the scent of an unfamiliar beast. It seemed hesitant, but it was certain. It was coming this way.”

At some point, the pupils in Ariaba’s eyes were torn vertically like those of a wild beast.

“I need to find out how they’re chasing me.”

Ariaba was a warrior who did not rely on his own prowess but was also good at using tricks.

Before the pursuing pursuers realized it, Ariava had split and reunited the group several times.

Some groups only erased the traces of the campfire, others erased the footprints, and some covered the waste with bushes just in case, and others intentionally gave off the smell of waste.

The conclusion came quickly.

‘It’s not just chasing a large group.’

Ariaba commanded battles in harsh environments and learned things that others tend to overlook.

When people move around in groups, the most difficult traces to deal with are not footprints or campfires.

soil.

Human waste has a distinctly different shape and smell from that of animals.

First of all, the quantity is different.

Since many people fight, the amount is large and it is often difficult to properly clean up after yourself while moving quickly.

However, the pursuers were following other clues rather than clear traces of waste.

‘They’re not chasing the herd. They’ve definitely identified us and are chasing us!’

So what differentiates warriors from grounders?

Ariaba stroked the double axes on his waist as he smelled the scent of the beast wafting from afar.

“Hehehe…”

I laughed as I recalled my experience of hunting by tricking a pursuing beast.

‘I’ll accommodate you for the time being.’

Ariaba judged that the pursuers would not charge indiscriminately.

The dense forest is a hostile battlefield for ground-slayer warriors riding hornless reindeer.

It was a place where it was difficult to freely utilize the speed and impact that it boasted, so it was forced to be a classic.

That fact gave rise to one suspicion, which over time became a conviction when he encountered a group of unarmed groundskeepers.

-When the refugees, exhausted from a long period of exile, stopped for a moment and went out with baskets in hand to look for something to eat.

Ariaba looked down at the innocent sight from beneath the dense green foliage of the forest right next to him and judged it coolly.

“Tell the warriors in ambush to attack.”

But what came back was a question that arose after hesitation and indecision.

One of the warriors who had been hesitating right next to me carefully opened his lips.

“But. Chief.”

“but?”

“…Don’t you know how many guys are chasing us?”

A pitiful sound came out.

That’s why you stupid and oblivious guys.

Ariaba said, glaring blankly in the opposite direction without even giving me a glance.

“You have to throw it to find out.”

That’s how the fight started.

As the warriors, camouflaged with twigs and leaves mixed with urine-soaked mud, closed the distance, Ariava narrowed her eyes to see how the pursuers were coming out.

You are the ones who repeat the worst mistakes by being entangled with those who are not worth protecting.

Will you once again deny the obvious truth and pursue self-satisfied beliefs and honor?

The answer came in the form of a trumpet.

Boo woo woo-.

Refugees open their eyes wide at the sudden sound of a trumpet.

The women who were just about to lift their aprons also looked at each other blankly.

The foolish groundkeepers were wasting valuable time by making a fuss without realizing the situation.

Eventually, the warriors realized that the ambush had been discovered and rushed forward together, only to react belatedly.

Aaaah!

A single scream shattered the eerie peace.

At the same time, horse hooves began to gallop across the ridge.

Antlers armed with armor and mounted on them are warriors in silver chain mail.

They were running at full speed with their spears tucked under their armpits.

As soon as Ariaba saw that sight, he laughed and raised his axe.

“There aren’t many of them. Everyone, get ready to rush in and wait!”

“Huh?”

“Chief, wait?”

Tch.

Ariaba clicked his tongue and gave up explaining to the warriors.

They are just a bunch of rascals who would have scattered and done nothing if they hadn’t led them anyway.

Instead of venting my frustration, I decided to put the axe down again and scrape the blade.

‘Even though the judgment of the Land Guardian warriors is crap, their fighting skills are better than those of average warriors.’

Skunk, skunk.

The scraping sound of the axe blade sharpens Ariava’s mental circuits.

Then the situation on the battlefield began to become clear.

Please save me, Mom…

The sounds of people squeaking out words in a panic as they face the enemy tickle Ariaba’s ears.

The refugees, caught off guard by the warriors’ attack, were scattering in disorder.

How foolish it is to be so scared and run away when there are so many fewer people than you.

The earth keeper warriors who rushed to save them were also stupid.

No matter how great a reindeer is without horns, it is still a beast with clear limitations.

He must be tired from carrying a warrior in his already heavy armor, and since he’s already running at full speed, he’ll quickly run out of energy.

‘Just a little more…’

Skunk, skunk!

The number of warriors lying in ambush was only about 60.

However, instead of fighting back, the frightened refugees scattered and disrupted the battlefield, forcing the Ground Wardens to naturally slow down as they closed the distance.

As a result, the battlefield before my eyes quickly turned into a chaos.

The ground-guard warriors turn their horses away from the refugees who are running away, begging for their lives.

As these movements overlap, the ranks, formations, and momentum collapse.

If they were great warrior kings who deserved to be praised, they would have killed the refugees long ago and maintained their ranks, but they did not do that.

‘Just a little more!’

A foolish mind that cannot discard useless people invites ruin.

The complacent attitude of thinking it was okay not to win led to downfall and decline.

They still did not know the truth that warriors who had once lived in the land of bitter cold had long ago realized.

That was the difference between victory and defeat.

Eventually, the Land Guardian warriors were dispersed as they were pushed by the scattering refugees.

Ariaba swung his axe at the warrior right next to him who had questioned him.

“uh?”

Wood crunch!

The cervical vertebrae are broken and the head is completely cut off.

Ariaba lifted the severed warrior’s head by the hair and shouted.

“I beg of the great monarch who reigns in heaven!”

The one who responded to that cry was the head of a nameless warrior.

The head that had been dangling while being held by the hair opened its mouth on its own.

Because the mouth was opened beyond the limits of the temporomandibular joint, countless scales were sprouting out between the boiling flesh.

Ariaba was sure at that moment.

now.

“Oh Thunder, let the unbelievers know of your coming!!!”

God is with us!

The severed head cried out, squeezing its soul to replace the lungs that had already been cut off.

As it becomes covered in dry scales, the skin sticks to the bones as if all the flesh is evaporating away.

Then the forest stirred.

Ariava, with the power given to him by God, could know everything that was happening in the forest.

Instead of flapping their wings and fleeing, the birds chose to hold their own breath.

Fish that had given up swimming to the surface of the river rose to the surface, and squirrels jumped down from high tree branches.

The deer hit the rock with such force that its antlers broke, breaking its own head.

Even while urinating incessantly, the wolves volunteered to bite each other’s necks for their beloved mates.

And most importantly, the beasts before our eyes.

The hornless reindeer went wild and started biting and trampling everything they could get their hands on.

Aaaah …

The final words of the ground keeper who had his face eaten alive shook the entire battlefield.

Ariaba looked down at the sight and threw away the useless head.

Instead, he scraped the axe blade even more violently.

Squeak, squeak, squeak!

“Behold, this is the power of the great God!”

The greatest and most noble life, the true power of God born to reign over all things from birth!

“Warriors, advance!”

There was a minor incident where one unlucky warrior was sacrificed, but it was of no importance to the warriors.

What matters is the victory that is just around the corner.

Rather than blame Ariava, the warriors chose to run away, shouting strange cries.

“”Great victory to the great gods!””

“Hahaha! How long has it been since I had a proper sacrifice!”

For once, we have real enemies.

The warriors began to run, reviving their long-forgotten spirit of victory.

Even though both the ranks and momentum are in disarray, and due to a miracle, they are caught between wild and raging beasts.

A fight originally intended to instill confidence in the warriors.

Rather than step forward and take credit for the warriors’ accomplishments, Ariaba chose to step back and watch.

After a long time, I smiled with satisfaction.

“Good momentum, let’s surround them like this…”

-Hit them all.

The moment he was about to shout those words, there was a sound that cut off Ariaba’s words.

The sound of hooves approaching, tapping the ground with a steady rhythm.

These are not the sounds that you would hear from the beasts before your eyes, who are mad and trying to throw their riders off their horses, and trample on anything in sight.

How is such a thing possible?

Ariaba immediately turned his head in the direction of the new sound and soon found out why.

“…Lux Stella.”

A god who came from outer space and ended the age of the gods.

The horrible and monstrous blue light he was wielding was brightly illuminating the surroundings even in broad daylight, and was approaching.

At the center of it all was a young man who had just lost his boyish ways.

The man, with his appearance and hair as black as a crow’s, was raising his right hand.

***

Only then did Ariaba recall what the chieftain had once said.

‘Ariaba, beware of the great warrior of Lux Stella.’

The wise but devious chieftain would have already known.

‘He who relies only on miracles.’

What miracle does the Grandmaster of Lux Stella possess?

‘They cannot defeat those who perform more powerful miracles.’

Why did our ancestors lose to them!

-Crack.

Ariaba immediately drew his double axe and rolled his eyes.

The new church forces are approaching right in front of the battlefield where warriors are already running.

If we leave it like this, it will be the warriors who will be surrounded.

“Warriors, retreat! Return!!!”

It’s before we hit the ground.

If it’s before the clash, there’s time to regroup the warriors.

If you leave a few behind, you may be able to escape Lux Stella’s Grandmaster.

Even if I have to reverse my orders and cause confusion, even if I end up causing damage, it’s better than being trapped and surrounded here.

“Retreat! Retreat you bastards!!!”

At that moment, as I thought about that, I shouted desperately.

For the first time, a man’s voice rang out in a battlefield where only screams, groans, and sobs had been heard until then.

-Fear me!

With those words the conflict began.

It wasn’t formation against formation, or line against line.

One man grabbed the reins and spurred the horse on, then he galloped toward the warriors, swinging his chained mace.

The results were intuitive and easy for anyone to understand.

bang!

The head of the warrior in the forefront was crushed by the helmet’s club.

But one man who rushed at the warriors wasn’t satisfied with that.

People and animals moved as if they were one body.

People pulled on the reins to avoid the axe blade, and animals raised their forelegs to threaten their enemies.

In the meantime, the chained hammer never stopped.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Warriors are struck down and bounced back.

The man continued to strike the beast with his hammer as it leaped about.

The rider and the beast showed off their presence by writhing, sometimes gently, sometimes violently.

The spears and swords that the warriors swung and swung could not even scratch the chain links of the armor.

Boom, bang, bang, bang, bang…

In the blink of an eye, dozens of heads were crushed.

Everyone held their breath and watched the scene.

The dance of one man dominated the battlefield.

Only then did the man who had rushed in alone shout among the headless, disintegrating corpses, among the flying brains and bone fragments.

-I am the strongest knight in Powis, Terveer!

Ariaba, who had been watching the whole scene, made a decision while forcibly shutting his gaping mouth.

We have to hit that guy first.

Before Lux Stella’s grand champion joins!

Episode 163