Offer a Tribute and Become an Archmage - Chapter 204



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Episode 204.

Ronobe went to the lord in a hurry.

At that moment, Yeongju also showed up.

“Oh, Baron Hopper!”

The situation was such that Baron Boladizen also ran in a hurry. Every time he ran, his belly fat bulged out and his cheeks shook wildly. Who would have thought that a person could look so ugly just by running?

I greeted him with renewed surprise.

“Baron Boladizen. What is the situation?”

“They’re here! They’re here! Huh! Huh!”

He must be out of breath after running for a while. Ronobe has become unwilling to go to war.

It was the same uncomfortable appearance.

“That Nelatino is humiliating me! He’s humiliating me and insulting me!!”

It meant that a proclamation was being made.

Now that I think about it, I think I keep hearing something. It’s probably because they’re trying to tarnish the reputation of Boladizen, as well as the justification for this war.

It was something like an event before the start of the war.

However, Boladigen’s face turned red and blue, as if he was quite angry.

“I am the rightful heir to Voladizen! Our family proves it! Where is that bastard Nelatino…!!”

It seems like they aren’t on good terms.

It wasn’t anything to worry about.

“I see. Is our army ready?”

Boladizen’s expression, which had been as angry as fire, trembled.

Ronobe’s eyebrows furrowed.

I had a bad feeling about this.

“Not yet. We haven’t gathered properly yet… Only five hundred…”

“Didn’t you say eight hundred to me?”

“It’s because we haven’t gathered enough yet!”

“… Then how many knights and wizards?”

“There are five knights and two wizards. But that is…”

I guess there’s something else.

Just as Ronobe, unable to bear the frustration, was about to urge him on, Zenjar, a vassal of Boladizen, quietly whispered to Ronobe.

“Wizards are not the ones with the magic to participate in war.”

“Aren’t there any people with medals?”

“Yes. They are those who were brought for the pleasure of the… lord…”

Exactly.

Ronobe hit my forehead.

The joys of being a lord.

They said they were brought here for entertainment. I don’t know what kind of magic they use to do that, but they’re said to be completely useless in battle.

“Then what about the articles? How many award articles are there?”

“There are three articles of commendation.”

“What color?”

“There’s blue, red, and green, and the rest are plain.”

“What about their weapons?”

“The armament will be impeccable.”

“That’s fortunate.”

Boladizen’s face was dark.

Seeing him sweating profusely, I thought there was something more to it.

Ronobe glared at him and then asked his men.

“Have you confirmed the enemy’s level?”

“It is not confirmed exactly, but the size of the disease seemed to be at least two thousand, with ten knights and four magicians.”

They must have had quite some time before they advanced. At least they sent out reconnaissance to check the size of the enemy.

Of course, it wasn’t hopeful.

“It looks like they’re trying to capture the castle.”

Laugh lightly twice.

It seemed like the troops had been gathered in anticipation of Boladigen’s inevitable defeat.

“They’re here now. Judging from the way they’re setting up camp, I think there’ll be a few days of respite. If we prepare our defenses properly until then…”

It seemed like he had more to say to Zenjar than to Boladizen.

The lord appears to have no experience in war.

‘I haven’t really experienced war myself.’

I don’t know what a proper war is, but the wars of this era that I’ve experienced several times were like something out of order. The command system was as they pleased, so unless it was a special time, they just charged. Those blinded by the ball would just shout “charge” and then they’d all fall behind.

‘But how do we conduct war? Are there any rules?’

In fact, Ronobe was also the same, not having any particular thoughts. Because Boladizen had made so many jokes, the war came sooner than expected.

Ronobe’s private soldiers are sick and groaning, and Boladigen doesn’t have many troops to fight them.

“Boladizen has a lot of money, but why do he have so few troops?”

“We cannot afford to have many private soldiers near the capital. How could we have many private soldiers when Your Majesty is here?”

That’s true, too. The enemy wouldn’t have been able to build up that many troops without the support of the Basti Cult.

‘But is it okay for a religious group to engage in such a private war of justification?’

I think they made up excuses and justifications for not participating.

Honestly, no matter what you do, it’s not strange.

That’s what religious people are like.

“Our side has thirty cavalry, one hundred archers, and the rest are infantry.”

Ronobe approached the castle walls.

In the distance, a few men who had broken away from the army stationed on the plains were shouting and cursing Boladizen.

“You servant of the devil who defends disease-spreading prostitutes! Your sins are known to Basti and the kingdom!”

“Casting out a prostitute is like driving out a rat! Baron Voladizen, open the gates and surrender!!”

It was fortunate that the harvest outside the city had been completed early, as winter was coming soon. It was foolish to have expected Mercury and started a war at this time. If the enemy was not a fool, they probably had a way out.

‘Is it magic?’

If you think about it simply, the thing that can effectively lead a siege is a siege weapon or the existence of a magician.

“It is rare to find a wizard who can create a siege weapon of such destructive power.”

But being rare means they do exist. The Nelatino Army was supported by the Basti Cult.

“Have you confirmed the siege weapons?”

“I haven’t received any such report.”

“It may or may not exist.”

The Boladizen army was in an uproar because the enemy’s advance was faster than expected.

If they had brought siege weapons, their advance would not have been quick.

‘If a wizard takes over, the advance will be faster.’

It was a trivial thought, but it made my head spin strangely.

I feel like I’ve already used up all of my brainpower for today.

Now that I had my head up, it was time to use magic.

“Can I attack that?”

“Well, it doesn’t matter, right?”

“Don’t answer a question with a question.”

I scolded Baron Boladissen a little, but no one said anything.

Baron Boladigen shrugged his shoulders, his jaw bulging. Ronobé looked at Zenjar Boladigen.

“Are there any unwritten rules of war that are followed in the Yeongjijeon?”

“It is true, but it doesn’t really matter if we attack the enemy now. War has been declared.”

Okay then.

Ronobe climbed up the wall.

West of Boladizen.

They could be seen building a military barracks in the middle of a wide plain.

‘The distance is about three hundred.’

It was about three or four hundred meters away.

It was a distance at which a person would appear to be the size of a fingernail to the average human eye.

There wasn’t really much of a difference in Ronobedo.

It may look a little different to Benny, but Ronobe is not Benny.

‘I guess I’ll try some magic experiments while I’m at it.’

In the future, it is highly likely that Ronobe will fight various battles and wars.

It is necessary to take time to check your skills in a battlefield like this. You need to know the range and destructive power of your magic to fight effectively in real combat.

“Because Betty is here too.”

Betty.

This is the cane that Beatrice gave me.

A magnificent noble staff made with elephant ivory as its base. It was a staff with a mid-level strange stone engraved with some kind of magical technique, and it had the effect of temporarily amplifying the power of miracles. To be honest, even Ronobe didn’t know the principle very well.

‘The original range of my magic was limited to about fifty meters.’

If you run fifty meters, you will see that it is a very long distance. Of course, the knights run in 5 seconds, so it has increased quite a bit.

Fifty meters before fighting the cloud.

When I fought the nightmare, I was about seventy, and now I have grown to about a hundred meters.

It was because of Prume.

Of course, this is assuming you don’t use a magic wand.

‘How much can you stretch with Betty?’

I don’t expect it to be twice as much.

Even if it’s just 1.5 times, it’s great.

Because the battlefield of magicians is one where the outcome of a battle can be determined by small differences.

“I don’t know if it will work. I’m not an ordinary wizard…”

I was a little nervous because I had been treated badly at the Proof Gate.

First, lightly.

“Cool milk.”

Ice forms in Ronobe’s free hand, and oil flows out from the portable oil can hanging from his waist.

When they were mixed together and hardened.

The taut string flew out at a rapid pace.

ping-!

“Wow, that is truly amazing magical ability!”

Boladizen gasped for breath and cheered as he approached without realizing it.

The bullet flew far away, perhaps because it was fired from a high place called the castle wall.

‘Even taking that into account, it’s still different.’

I felt it from the moment I made it.

Making ice cream involves mixing ice and oil in the right proportions.

Actually, the process is not that fast, but it definitely got faster when I used Betty. I don’t know about others, but since I’ve been using magic all along, I can definitely see it.

‘Casting speed has been doubled.’

Thump. The arrow that had been flying through the sky was now stuck in the ground.

“The distance is a little over two hundred.”

It’s not certain because it’s just a guess, but it basically doubles the casting speed and distance, and seems to enhance the strength.

“I got something good.”

Going twice as far as the original means you can fight more reliably and avoid enemy threats.

“… But is that all? I shot one arrow, and it didn’t even land.”

Of course, what’s the point of firing a single arrow on the battlefield?

“I shot it to measure the distance.”

“I see, right? Haha, this Boladizen. Surprise! What a surprise!”

How can you do such annoying things?

I wanted to join the enemy.

“If you’re going to shoot anyway, why don’t you just take care of those guys over there?”

“You mean those instigators?”

“Yes! It’s so loud, I have to kill it!”

“It’s not difficult.”

Those who curse Boladizen while shouting at the top of their lungs have left the barracks and are near the gate. They are provoking without fear of being hit by arrows.

‘I don’t hold any grudge against them.’

It was war, and he was a soldier, so he had nothing to say even if he died. Ronobe made six assassination shots and fired them all at once.

“Boladizen, kick out the prostitutes now!”

“You eat that whore all by yourself… ugh!”

All those who were carrying Nelatino’s flag fell.

One of them tried to crawl on the ground and escape, but died soon after.

Cool flesh is basically cold. It contains a strong coldness that freezes when touched, and if it penetrates the body, the cold takes away the heat inside the body.

It’s hard to survive.

“Oh, oh! As expected! As expected, it’s Baron Hopper! Killing those bastards in one breath!! As expected, the White Wizard!”

Boladizen was making a fuss. But when he looked around, he saw that not only Lord Boladizen, but also the others had quite surprised looks on their faces.

Well, that’s true.

Normally you wouldn’t see a lot of white wizards fighting.

Besides, is Ronobe just a wizard?

Originally, he was a man who would have been satisfied even if he had been given black.

In an instant, Ronobe’s pride rose.

“Ahem. Something like this… ahem.”

This is the end of testing the effectiveness of the staff.

It’s still ambiguous to be satisfied with this level.

‘It’s better to increase the range.’

Betty is there too, it was good to practice increasing the range of the attack magic itself by testing out various magics.

In the end, the magic that has the strongest firepower is definitely Karanqal’s magic. It’s a painting, but if the range of the painting is limited to two hundred meters, isn’t that a bit disappointing?

‘If I had hung the oil painting up in advance and let it fly, it might have been different. But that’s not possible now…’

There are quite a few ways to make magic fly over two hundred meters.

‘It’s okay to use magical transformation.’

If you use the elasticity of the stick to swing it like a whip and throw only the tip like a ball, it will fly quite far.

It’s like the principle of the slingshot that David used in his fight with Goliath. It’s like a method of throwing a stone by attaching it to a pouch with a string and using rotational force.

But in the end, this also has to be within the range of Ronobe to explode in order to manifest Yuhwa. If it goes outside the range, it doesn’t matter how far it flies, so it doesn’t have much meaning.

‘Increase the range.’

It is correct to use a method that casts magic in advance or has it manifest late.

‘AKA the time bomb… time… Yantu!’

Of course, it is not difficult to kill them all by transforming into a bird, flying away, and using magic without having to do this.

But, if you approach the enemy magician without knowing what kind of magic he will use or what his level is, you might end up in trouble.

Perhaps, there was a possibility that an imperial wizard was among them.

‘Like a nightmare light.’

Of course, that won’t happen this time… but you never know what will happen to people.

It never hurts to be careful.

‘It’s not my war.’

Rather than doing it desperately, it wouldn’t be bad to think of it as a testing ground where you can practice magic and try out various things leisurely. Boladigen had decided to stick to Mercury anyway.

‘Let’s take it slow.’

If you’re in a hurry, you’re likely to fall.

It’s also a good opportunity.

It would be good to know my abilities well before going to the North. There may be more fierce battles there than this war.

“Hmm. Karankar’s oil painting.”

bang-!

I tried to delay the explosion a little, but it didn’t work as well as I thought.

There were two ways that Ronobe could use oil painting. One was the simple oil painting, which was used with the grace of Karankar.

Another thing is the oil painting that uses Jiyu. The former has a fast casting speed, but has a limited number of times, while the latter is a little slower, but has a slightly wider limit on the number of times.

What I just used is Karanqal’s oil painting.

It was the oil contained in the blown-out slaughter.

The size of the explosion was about ten meters.

It’s definitely a pretty big explosion considering the amount of oil in the oil. This is also Betty’s influence. The original explosion radius was about five meters.

‘If this is practice, we could set it up in the form of a landmine.’

For Ronobe, who spent his childhood as a hunter, there is no magic more suitable than this.

“The name of this magic is Yurye.”

Delay the explosion? No.

If we change it to a form that is triggered by stimulation or shock, all the problems that Ronobe is concerned about will be solved.

Ronobe, who was once again amazed by the excellence and structural design of modern weapons, felt like eating kimchi stew, but quietly devoted himself to his magic training.

*

Three days later.

BAM! KWAANG!!

It’s already been three days since Ronobe climbed the walls and began practicing magic.

“It seemed like it would work, but it didn’t?”

Contrary to what I had thought from the name, the magic was not completed as easily as I had thought.

As a former military veteran, Ronobe has a rough idea of ​​the structure of landmines.

It will explode if you step on it.

Most people who have served in the military know that the fuse explodes and the gunpowder detonates due to the weight of the person stepping on it.

Anyone who has seen a movie or drama knows it, even if they don’t know the specific structure. However, just because anyone knows it, doesn’t mean they can make a landmine.

Our Ronobe was like that too.

“Landmine, what do you do?”

Even if you were told to make it, you wouldn’t be able to, but applying it with magic is very difficult.

If it was a simple form of transformation or manipulation, it wasn’t difficult since Ronobe had now mastered it, but somewhat complex structures were difficult.

Moreover, the mechanical device, which was to be operated by an external force, had to be placed in oil, of all things.

“It’s a little different from the tree of offering.”

The tree of offerings was honestly not a matter of difficulty or ease. It was just a matter of freezing and exploding it like we always do. We just used the soul offering to enhance its explosive power at a higher level.

“Should I include the structure of the machine, or just the concept of time…”

Depending on the situation, I think both might be necessary, and it was a bit confusing.

‘Miracle, miracle…’

A miracle is only a miracle when it is a miracle.

When miracles become routine, they lose their miraculous shine.

“Machines and time… but is this really necessary?”

A concept steeped in magic.

The individuality of magic.

These are the things that are important in magical transformation. The magician’s miracles are made through the wind, and his wind is connected to everything.

One’s own life, one’s usual behavior, habits, and mind.

Things like that.

Control it well and let your ideals bloom at your fingertips.

That’s Akan.

“Akan…”

Ronobe floated oil in one hand.

A dark-colored oil rose to the surface, maintaining a round shape.

In that state, Ronobe put in the soul offering. As one offering entered the oil, a soft luster shone.

The soul offering, when soaked into the oil, became energy itself.

As if it was supposed to be that way.

‘What on earth is a soul offering?’

I handled the oil with that thought in mind.

I tried moving it around and twisting it like a twisted egg.

‘Since I added the soul offering, I can move more easily than before. It feels like there’s one more oil that moves as I want.’

So what happens if we put ten soul offerings here?

Ronobe tried it out right away. The once dark oil had completely faded to a yellowish color. It was clean oil that would be perfect for frying chicken.

Of course, the power and stickiness of the oil itself became stronger.

What should I say?

‘It’s gotten cleaner, but it feels like it’s thicker.’

You can instinctively feel that if you use oil painting in this state, the explosive power will increase several times.

But this is not enough.

“The source of the plague.”

By consuming more soul offerings, Ronobe created a mosquito.

It wasn’t just made up.

They made mosquitoes and left them in this sticky oil.

It is difficult to give a concept to magic.

It’s also difficult to give orders.

Because magic isn’t alive.

What if we added oil-based mosquitoes, which are living magic itself?

What if we give them orders?

“ah.”

My hands and feet were shaking.

A head refreshed with cold sweat sharpens all senses. Suddenly, you smell your own sweat that you had never smelled before, and new air sweeps through your lungs.

Instinctive feeling rather than complex thoughts guided Ronobe.

“The protozoon’s bribe.”

Didn’t throw it.

I just put it down.

With that, the protozoan’s spur flowed into a round oil-like shape. Riding the wind, it flowed and flowed, flying dangerously far away and settling on the ground.

There was no major impact so it didn’t explode. It was because the oil was so thick.

But the location was different.

“The distance has increased.”

It wasn’t two hundred meters, which was Ronobe’s firing range, but a little over three hundred. It was right in front of the barracks where the enemies were gathered.

“Hey, what came flying in?”

“What is this? It smells delicious.”

“Isn’t that magic? There’s a strange wizard in the castle who keeps using magic. Hey, what’s in here? If I touch it, something will go wrong?”

“That thing! That thing is a mosquito! Is it alive? Kill it!”

“I can’t stand mosquitoes.”

The soldier on guard took out his knife and tapped the lump of grease.

And immediately.

“Hey, this is also a mosquito…”

Kwaaaaaaaaaaah-!!

A massive explosion engulfed the enemy barracks where they were stationed.

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