I Became a Shaman in a Fantasy World - Chapter 50



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#50 General (2)

Shiver shiver.

The soldiers’ bodies trembled.

Their eyes became hazy and vacant as they stared into the distance.

Bam.

The old man shook the soldier’s body, which was soaking in fear.

“Wake up or you’ll die.”

The soldier woke up from his fear at the sound of the voice.

“father…”

The old man, who was called Father, pulled the soldier’s body back and pressed against the wall.

“Stay behind me. It’s dangerous.”

Before we knew it, old people were taking up their seats at the very front of the wall.

Their bodies were also trembling, but their eyes held a fierce spirit.

“The closer the undead get, the more fearful you will become. If you can’t come to your senses, bite your lip.”

“…yes?”

“Pain will take away fear for a moment.”

The terrified soldiers’ gazes turned to the backs of the old men standing before them.

Hunched back.

Shoulders that have become sagging with age.

But it never seemed small.

The back of my father that I saw when I was young.

Their backs were still the same as before.

“We need to light the arrows soon. Please prepare.”

“…Does fire work on the undead?”

The old man shook his head weakly.

“To brighten the battlefield.”

As the undead approached, the soldiers’ trembling grew more intense.

Lots of skeletons.

The aura of death they gave off was too strong for a normal person to withstand.

Shiver shiver.

“Are you afraid?”

“…”

The soldier’s eyes filled with fear again.

The fear of death gripped my whole body.

Swish –

The old man gently patted the soldier’s back.

“If you are afraid, just look at your father’s back.”

A short word.

That one word and the small back obscured the undead from the soldier’s sight.

In an instant, huge flames burst through the darkness from the center of the wall.

Kwaang –

Flash –

The bodies of the skeletons hiding in the darkness broke apart, brightening the surroundings.

The flames burned, lighting up countless undead.

The soldiers’ bodies froze at the sight they had never seen before.

How do you win against so many undead?

“Load your arrows!”

A huge voice echoed throughout the castle walls.

Chuck –

The old men’s arms pulled the flaming arrows.

“Shoot!”

With the command, fire arrows flew and the battlefield began to light up.

It was a horrific sight, teeming with undead.

“Ugh…!”

“Oh my…I’m going to die…!”

“monster…!”

“You guys! Come to your senses!”

The soldiers’ bodies shook in the old man’s hands.

Some people were slapped in the face, and there was an old man who stabbed his child with a small dagger.

“It’s time to fight now!”

“Open the window quickly!”

Is it even possible to fight like this?

The old people’s faces darkened at the expected sight.

They stood close to the wall, holding their spears with stern faces.

Strong-willed young soldiers also followed them.

“Oh… coming…! Prepare for battle!”

It wasn’t just there that tensions were running high.

The center of the wall.

Paramon and Clocell were looking down.

“Ramon, there are few wizards left. We should conserve our mana to deal with the other undead.”

There’s no telling how long the battle will last.

Clocell looked at Paramon with a stern face.

“I know. It’s only natural that this isn’t all. But… have you heard anything from the knights yet?”

“There isn’t any.”

Paramon and Clocell’s faces were distorted.

He clearly said that he would join after completing a simple investigation.

But why haven’t I heard from you yet?

Clocell said with a sigh.

“They might not come. Haven’t you seen their attitude?”

“….”

“It won’t be of much help against Specters and Banshees.”

“It can’t be helped.”

Paramon turned his thoughts back to the gate.

Even though the wizards had hastily reinforced it, it looked too weak.

It wouldn’t have been strange if it collapsed at any time.

A breach in the castle gates means defeat in the battle of Su-seong.

“Knights, help the soldiers. Remember, you must fight while protecting.”

“Lord Paramon…?”

The knights’ eyes widened.

It wasn’t because of an order.

Because Paramon, wearing only thin clothes, was walking forward.

“There is no need to shoot the arrow. It will pass between the bones.”

Paramon opened his mouth and urged again.

“You don’t have to worry about the arrows of the undead either. You won’t be able to shoot your bow unless there’s a necromancer nearby.”

The pace gradually quickened.

“The gate is weak.”

After saying his last words, Paramon jumped up onto the wall.

A body soaring into the air.

Paramon fell to the ground, making a loud noise.

Kuung –

How many people in human form can jump off a castle wall and survive?

But that didn’t apply to Paramon.

The sudden action drew the attention of everyone on the wall.

Srrrrung –

The sword was pulled out with a creepy sound.

Seo Geo-eok –

When was it swung?

Blue aura blades cut off the heads of skeletons approaching the gate.

rustle –

Seo Geo-eok –

Every time the sword moved, the head would detach and fall to the ground.

Paramon’s movements were unstoppable.

His swordsmanship was so fast that it was almost invisible as he weaved through the skeletons and cut off their heads like a ghost.

Only the blue aura flashes.

***

A skeleton crawled along the wall.

Strong power in light weight.

The height of the walls was no problem for the tireless skeleton.

“Ugh…ughhhh!!”

A soldier, his legs tangled and he fell, ran backwards, waving his hands.

The soldier who came face to face with the skeleton was half-mad.

When the skeleton tries to attack the soldier.

Perseok –

The skeleton’s head shattered and fell down the wall.

It was a spear wielded by an old man.

“You have to smash your head like this to die.”

The spear was stabbed once again, aiming for the chest of another skeleton.

The blade dug between his ribs, scraping and digging.

That extreme –

“…When things don’t work out, just push it away.”

Perfect posture with even distribution of weight.

As the old man exerted his force, the skeleton was pushed away and fell outside the wall.

“Haa…haa…”

How long has it been since the battle began?

It was clear that it wouldn’t be that long.

But his old body was already struggling.

Quagwarts –

A loud noise erupted.

It was the sound made by the Sword Master fighting in front of the gate.

I’ve heard that name.

Klaus Paramon.

A hero who led the continental war to victory.

Even so, it had nothing to do with the old man.

Because the sword of the nobles does not come this far to save the commoners.

It is said that the swords of knights and nobles protect the weak, but this was something he had never experienced before.

Fortunately, the Sword Master’s sword is also destroying the skeletons scaling the walls.

If it weren’t for that, it might have collapsed a long time ago.

“Rise and fight.”

The old man helped the young soldier up and quickly looked around.

Blood was already flowing from the old man’s legs.

“…I don’t even know when I got hurt.”

The old man, who had still not come to his senses, slapped the young man on the cheek and moved urgently.

Because the skeleton was approaching.

“profit….!”

A skeleton’s sword blocked by a window.

It was difficult to even stop one.

I don’t feel the strength I had when I was young anymore.

I looked around but couldn’t see anyone who could help me.

The old man turned his head, barely able to block the skeleton.

“….”

What caught his eye was his son.

Looks like you’re fighting well.

It looked exactly like his younger self.

Since he survived, his son will survive too.

Now, he was no longer the child who was always kept behind.

Just as a happy smile appeared, another skeleton appeared.

That’s right –

“Ugh…!”

Is it wrong now?

The old man turned his head one last time and looked at his son.

I wish I could leave even just a word…

A sword flew towards me, covering my son’s tall back.

Filling the field of vision.

Chae-Ang –

Perseok –

“….?”

rustle –

“Help the soldiers!”

“…article?”

The knight who blocked the old man’s path.

Before I knew it, there were a lot of knights around.

“The edge of the wall is being pushed! Everyone move!”

It happened in an instant.

Armored knights swept past, stirring up skeletons.

“Thank…thank you…!”

“The fight seems impossible.”

The knight’s eyes scanned the old man’s sides.

“Let the wounded fall back.”

Overbearing attitude.

But it seemed like a welcome sight to the old man.

This might be the first time that the so-called knights have taken notice of this moment.

The old man grabbed his spear as he saw the knights running towards him.

Judging by the tingling sensation in his side, he seems to have been injured again.

“Hehehe… I guess I’ll have to fight with all my might.”

The old man ran towards the wall.

Towards my son.

“Father!! Why aren’t you coming down yet…!”

“Son, look ahead and not at me.”

“Huh…!”

Even looking back, my son’s fight was amazing.

Suddenly, the fear disappeared from his face.

Is this what bloodline is like?

I have no regrets at all about raising my children to be soldiers for generations.

“You look exactly like me.”

Perseok –

The old man’s body was filled with strength.

His body, which had been exhausted until just now, showed off its bravery as if it had regained its youth.

Whenever the son created an opening, the old man’s spear would swing at it without fail.

A completely different situation from when the battle first started.

Of all the soldiers around them, they were by far the best.

Even without speaking to each other, our breathing was in sync.

With just one look, no words were needed.

Crunch –

At this rate, it seemed like I could withstand any number of undead that came my way.

The son thought so.

Until I saw the blood flowing from the old man’s side.

“Ah…Father! Blood is coming out of my body…!”

It wasn’t just the sides and legs.

His whole body was covered in wounds.

He saw that he had created an opening by blocking the flying sword.

How his father helped him.

Another wound appeared on the old man’s body as he stabbed his spear into the gap he had created.

That wound made me feel safe for a moment.

“Ah… no… ah…!”

A silent scream escaped.

The injury was so serious.

I felt like something big was going to happen if I didn’t get treatment right away.

Is this the price to pay for turning a blind eye during war?

The son’s eyes opened wide.

A sword blade was sticking out of my father’s stomach, behind him.

“Ah…Father…!”

“Don’t look away.”

The old man was steadfast.

Even as he fell to the floor powerlessly, his eyes were focused forward.

Now, get out of the back and go to the son in front.

“I’m glad you’re not behind my back.”

The floor is getting closer.

Even as it collapsed, the old man swung his spear.

It was a desperate struggle.