I Became a Shaman in a Fantasy World - Chapter 49



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#49 General (1)

I have now come to pay my respects at a famous site in the mountains.

I washed my face in the clear water made by Undine.

Likewise, they received the water made by Undine and prepared a simple meal.

Since this is water created by spirits, there is no better purified water than this.

“There aren’t enough side dishes…”

When offering prayers, sincerity is important.

The point is that the table you are serving must also be well-prepared.

“There’s nothing I can do.”

To be honest, who brought me here?

Isn’t that the spirit?

You wouldn’t expect a pretty ancestral rite table by just setting it up in the mountains without any preparation.

Our spirit is not that kind of god.

“….”

Originally, I was supposed to offer my respects as soon as I received the divine revelation, but…

Honestly, I didn’t have time because I was running around here and there.

“Serena, can you play the flute for me?”

“…sure.”

Serena started to search around, looking for a grass she liked.

I heard that the solution was quite important.

If you don’t choose properly, you won’t be able to make a pretty sound.

“This time, you have to blow it a little differently than usual.”

“…differently?”

“It’s called a good thing… It’s like a feeling of being cut off sharply in nine beats.”

I roughly imitated the melody and told him.

It might be an unfamiliar sound to Serena.

Because it’s a long way from here.

“You have to blow this well to get me excited.”

“Is it okay to pray…?”

Serena seemed to be thinking of some sacred and pious prayer.

Of course I had to do that too, but it was a little different.

“It would have been better to keep quiet… but this time they said there’s no time.”

It feels very urgent.

In the first place, I can’t take off my clothes.

It usually takes about 3 years of study to become a disciple of a child.

So, this is me now.

“Is this a kind of early promotion?”

“….?”

Anyway, we have to get this done quickly.

There wasn’t even enough time to pray profusely.

“I’ll make it as simple as possible.”

I felt a bit disrespectful, but I’m sure the spirits will understand this much.

Because soon people will start dying.

What is so great about the life of a shaman that you would put it before your own life?

We have to save people first.

“Oh my… my fate. For now, you don’t have to blow the flute until I say so.”

“…yes.”

“Oh, and it might be a little difficult.”

Honestly, I was worried whether Serena would be able to hold up.

I guess I’ll have to feel God for quite some time…

Serena gave a rare, faint smile at my words.

“I’ve been through some terrible times…I’ll try to hold on somehow.”

“Ah…yeah.”

I felt a little sorry because I felt like I brought up bad memories for no reason.

“This time… I’ll help you too.”

I felt a renewed sense of security.

Up until now, I’ve done all the good things by myself.

I quietly turned my head and looked around.

It was a great place to visit again.

The spirits of the mountains gathered here and then spread out again.

If it had been Gyeryongsan Mountain, there would have been many greedy shamans.

“Shall we begin…”

There wasn’t even a plausible prize.

I just filled it with things like fruit that I had barely managed to get.

Even placed on a suitable stone, it was quite modest.

“A shaman must live a modest life.”

He carefully lit the candles placed on either side.

Hwaruk.

The candles burned brighter than usual, welcoming me.

Daughter –

***

The Barondom of Bakos, located in the northern part of the empire.

There was chaos there now.

“Move quickly! There’s no time!”

The soldiers lined up on the wall, each armed.

There was also a place to move arrows and boil hot oil.

And in the middle of it all stood Baron Bakos, his hands trembling.

‘What the heck… a necromancer all of a sudden?’

I heard the rumor.

The necromancer has reappeared.

But it was a distant story for him, a baron from the frontier.

What on earth is there to see that you invade from here?

Baron Bakos suddenly appeared and looked at the knights who had announced the war.

“Lord Paramon! I have brought the troop formation.”

“This sucks.”

“We are manning the walls with soldiers, but there are too few of them.”

“….”

Paramon’s face distorted.

Considering the size of the lost barony, the scale of the undead is by no means small.

We have to stop them with just this many troops…

“This is where they will pass first. We must stop them.”

Paramon’s fist clenched as he glanced over the wall.

The empire was at peace.

There was no kingdom that dared to invade.

It was obvious what their combat experience would be like after a long period of peace.

At best, you’ve only fought a few monsters.

“….How many knights are there in the territory?”

“There are about thirty people.”

“The wizard?”

“There are four people.”

Clocell waved his hand.

“Don’t worry about magic. The people who came with you are very skilled.”

“….”

Even so, it was still far from enough.

Even though it was a shortage, it was not a good situation.

“If the battle starts, more than half of them will be incapacitated.”

“…yes?”

The knight who was under Paramon’s direction asked with a puzzled look.

Because I didn’t understand.

Why would a healthy soldier become like that?

“Ordinary people become paralyzed when they stand in front of the undead. Those with weak hearts even faint.”

“….”

“Gather all the mercenaries in the baronial territory.”

“yes…!”

“Everyone, keep this in mind. This is a fight to protect! Protect the people of the territory as much as possible!”

“Yes! I understand!”

Paramon looked at Clocell.

“What happened to the reinforcements?”

***

The people of Yeongji were also in a state of confusion, just like Baron Bakos.

“It’s war… there’s war!”

In the midst of the confusion, a boy stopped the old men.

“Grandpa! I told you that soldiers are going up the wall?”

“Hey, you little punk! What do those little guys know about the undead that you’re telling me to send them alone?”

“I killed the undead when I was exactly your age. You don’t have to do it, so avoid it.”

The old men of the baronial domain gathered in the streets, each carrying a weapon.

The people running the blacksmith shop were opening the door wide and throwing their weapons outside.

“I guess the undead think they’re goblins…”

“That’s right. Those who stand in front of the undead would pee… Tsk tsk.”

The people the elders were talking about were not children.

They were soldiers climbing up the wall.

“Grandpa, I understand, so hurry up and pack your things and come out! I told you, we have to get out of here quickly.”

“You have to take revenge on your friend who left first, you idiot!”

“My brother went before me.”

Their momentum was quite solemn.

Even the intense gaze reminded me of a well-trained soldier.

If it weren’t for his bent back and his trembling arms from the heavy spear he was holding.

“I’m worried if my old body can hold up. If only I were ten years younger…”

“If only my back had been straight, I would have taken the three of them.”

“Grandpa!”

A little girl cried, holding onto the old man’s trouser leg.

I was worried that my grandfather might get hurt because of the fierce momentum.

The old man stroking the child’s head had a kind expression.

“You don’t know because you’re young. It’s all to protect you.”

The old man raised his head and looked around.

How long has it been since I’ve seen a sight like this?

It was the first time in decades that I had seen a spear, but it was more familiar than farm equipment.

The old man took a deep breath and let out a loud noise.

“array!”

Thud –

The old people who heard the sound gathered in line and stamped their feet.

“We can’t let our sons die! Everyone, climb the walls.”

Chuck –

Chuck –

The sound of neat footsteps, as if they had been in sync for a long time, rang out.

It was a much more organized sound than the soldiers now marching towards the walls.

Curses burst out from the mouths of the old men as they saw the soldiers moving hurriedly on the wall.

“That… that… idiot.”

“Boiling oil to fight the undead?”

“Even though I’ve been told that since I was little…”

The old man walking ahead hit the soldier on the back of the head.

“Hey you punk!”

“Ah…Father? Why are you here…? It’s dangerous here!”

“Do you know what kind of pain they feel when you pour oil on their bones?”

For a moment, the soldiers who were preparing the oil stopped in their tracks.

That was right.

What good does pouring boiling oil on the undead do?

“Why is that guy holding a knife again?”

“Uh…uncle?”

“With those delicate arms, you can easily break bones. Don’t you have an axe? A knife doesn’t go into bones well.”

Similar situations occurred in many places.

The usually kind old people were spitting out harsh words and scolding their children.

“I told you, stabbing someone with a knife doesn’t kill them?”

“grandfather…?”

“How many times have I told you to knock the skeleton out with a spear? You idiot.”

The chaotic atmosphere was quickly becoming more orderly with the participation of the elderly.

The old people continued to curse, even though the harsh language seemed awkward.

Because they knew that the most important thing in war was discipline.

Even though they were out of breath from the sheer effort of climbing the wall, they did not stop.

This way, their children can survive.

“…You need to come to your senses.”

“Father, get down here quickly…!”

“They’ll keep moving unless you smash their heads in. Keep that in mind.”

The situation did not look good even to the elderly.

Long ago, they were routinely defeated even when fighting against better trained armies.

The old man holding the window forced his trembling arms to move.

“Ugh… Why did Miller make the window so heavy…”

The old man walked away, blaming the miller for running the blacksmith shop for no reason.

To save the inexperienced young people.

“Are you Snook’s son?”

“Do you know my father?”

The old man’s eyes sparkled as he gave some instructions.

Because another soldier came up carrying oil.

“Look here.”

“…yes?”

“Just take it back to the restaurant.”