Offer a Tribute and Become an Archmage - Chapter 227



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Episode 227.

The peak of a snowy mountain where it is difficult to breathe.

A barbarian who has lived in this place for generations, where an ordinary person would not be able to survive for long due to lack of oxygen.

Meeting them was a mixture of emotions.

It’s possible that all of their hair is long like an orc’s. It’s cold here.

Because it is the top of a snowy mountain, which is said to be the coldest place in the North. However, along with tattoos all over their bodies, most of them are only roughly wrapped in animal fur, and do not have proper clothing.

It means that although she is covered in fur, her bare skin is clearly visible. What is even more surprising is that she is not even wearing shoes. All she is wearing is a piece of cloth to cover her lower body and a fur coat to roughly cover her upper body.

‘Why can I be alive?’

But more mysterious than that were the ornate tattoos that glowed with a soft glow. The Barbarian’s body was covered in tattoos.

The color of the tattoo was mostly red, and you could tell at a glance that it wasn’t made with ink or anything like that.

‘Beast? Monster?’

Similar things were densely carved all over the upper body, including the arms and chest. Since Ronobe was sensitive to the presence of magic, he knew that it was something magical.

-Bbebe, bebebebububububu!

“The sparrow speaks!”

One of the barbarians pointed at Ronobe and licked his lips. They looked like ignorant people at first glance. Judging from the way they spoke, they seemed even more ignorant than the orcs, so Ronobe hid in Nasu’s arms without realizing it.

“Lord Lopin. Is that how Barbarians usually speak?”

It was Benny’s question.

Lopin said that it was similar to a habit unique to Bavarian people, as they lived isolated from society.

“I guess they knew we were coming, didn’t they?”

“Lord Nass is right. They are the masters of the mountain. There’s no way they didn’t know we were coming. Perhaps… they even know why we’re here.”

The cause and effect of the words did not match.

If we live isolated from society, how can we possibly know why we came here?

“Because the Barbarian is wise.”

-Bbebbebebebebe!

He didn’t look smart at all. He looked like he was going to eat flesh and drink blood, but he was smart enough to freeze to death.

The number of barbarians gathered here is twenty.

Most of them were young people.

An old man appeared among them.

“Take me, fate. Lopin. Do you believe me now?”

“I believe now, my old friend, Talik. As you said, the little bird brought the storm of fate. I foolishly believe now what I said thirty years ago. But this too is fate…”

He was the leader of the Barbarians and the eldest adult, a man named Talik. The old man called Talik nodded his head along with Lopin’s self-deprecating words. Then he looked at Nas and spoke. No, to be precise, he spoke while looking at Lonobe, who was in the form of a sparrow.

“Little bird. Little bird that brings storms. You will take the descendants of giants and bring storms to this land and set the world in order. The world is in chaos. There are truths that have not been set right. You will keep that in mind and make it new. You will embrace the turbid god and bring down abundant rains.”

At Talic’s words, Ronobe got down from Nasu’s shoulders and transformed into a human.

“What are you talking about? Did you know I was coming?”

Talik looked at Ronobé and answered with squinted, drooping eyelids.

“There was a prophecy. Fate calls you, God seeks you. The world asks you. What will you seek?”

“yes?”

It was hard to understand what he was saying.

I don’t know if it’s a prophecy or a lie.

I was full of questions.

‘Fate has called me. Is there a reason why I was reborn here?’

I always thought there must be a reason.

It is foolish to seek the reason why a person is born, but even so, people are bound to seek the reason why they were born. They wander around, wondering if there must be some reason, and live to find their way.

Ronobedo wasn’t much different.

Second life.

He wondered if there was a reason he was born here, a reason he became a child of tribute, a reason he became a sage of the forest. Talik’s words might be something that would set him on the right path in life that he had been searching for. Talik looked at Ronobe for a long time, then turned his back and said.

“Little bird. You, follow me.”

Benny and Nas followed him.

As Lonobe tried to follow Talik, a barbarian stopped him.

“Talik. Descendant of the great giants. We respect your word. But not the little bird. You must earn our respect. Even the little bird.”

His tattoos glowed ominously.

The tattoo created a small light that seemed alive, like a bulging muscle. The crimson light seemed to exert some kind of power, responding to the Barbarian’s emotions.

“My lord, I think you should avoid them. They are strong.”

“Better than you?”

“…”

Nas didn’t say anything.

However, the power of the barbarian blocking the path was so great that even Nass was nervous. Even without Nass saying anything, the pressure he exuded was that of a strong person.

It was a power on par with that of a great warrior.

“Hattaar. Get out of the way.”

“No. Believe. Want. Proof.”

“Prove it! Prove it! Prove it!”

“If you can’t respect it, I’ll split your head!”

The Barbarian’s cry rang out loud.

Talik frowned as if he was annoyed.

“Understand, little bird. The blood of the giants has faded over the generations. Now it is hard to find any trace of it… There is no wisdom. Blood will mix and mix until one day even your roots will be forgotten.”

“You want me to understand that you’re splitting my head open? What… huh?”

Talik said as he looked at Hathar and the other barbarians.

“Don’t make a fuss. A little bird will lift Conan’s axe. Respect will be earned with it.”

Conan’s axe?

Then the barbarians flinched in surprise, and then burst into laughter.

“Little bird, small! An axe! Heavy! Conan! Never been pulled out! Can’t do it. Little bird!”

“The axe of Conan! Even the greatest barbarian could not pull it out!”

“Little bird, if I pull out the axe, I swear. I will live this life for the little bird!”

“me too!”

“I follow the little bird too!”

“Follow me! A bird the size of a fingernail!”

“Kiriban follows! The booger bird!”

“Follow, everyone! Peasant bird!”

These little guys started to intentionally change their names to small birds. They seemed suspicious that Talik was favoring a smaller and younger guy. It’s not that I don’t understand. To them, Ronobe was just a little kid at the bottom of the mountain that they had just seen for the first time.

“What is Conan’s axe?”

“You’ll know when you go.”

Talik crossed the village with a bland face. The village of the Barbarians was not much different from theirs. They lived in straw huts. Children and women would quickly run to their huts as soon as they saw Lonobe.

“Even little kids have tattoos.”

“It’s called Dekar. It’s a power that those with Barbarian blood gain. If I were to say that it’s the Archon of the Barbarians, even you, little bird, would easily understand.”

Dekar and Akan.

It was said to be a miracle power.

“It is to obtain their power by tattooing the blood of the defeated beings on the skin. The stronger the defeated enemy, the greater the power the Barbarian gains. That is how we have survived until now.”

Talik lifted his scarred outer garment and revealed his countless tattoos that resembled medals.

Although he is old now, he was once a hero of the Barbarians.

“okay.”

Talik reached the center of the village and stopped walking.

“Conan is our great ancestor, and the hero of this land. Conan Obel Ronantoryuem. He is also a god of the North.”

Obel.

“The Obel I know, Cornan Obel, or something?”

“That would be right. He was the ruler of the North and was revered as a god.”

I found out God’s true identity quite suddenly.

It was surprising that the god believed in by the North was the ancestor of the Barbarians.

“Obel said something about the window…”

“He dropped his axe and took up a spear. His last axe is here.”

As Talik stepped aside, a crude axe was revealed, stuck in the ground.

The axe was rough, but it still seemed to have a sinister aura. The faint red glow on the axe’s blade showed how much blood it had shed.

“Is it just buried in the ground?”

“Then there is no reason not to pull it out. But, little bird. You will pull it out. You will be able to pull it out very easily.”

“why?”

“Because fate wants it.”

It was like a question and answer. I was curious about many things. But I didn’t think I would get a proper answer even if I asked. It felt like talking to the gods.

“I guess I’ll have to pull it out first.”

“Can I try it first?”

It was Nas.

“Is that okay?”

Talik said it didn’t matter and stepped aside.

“From the moment he is born until the moment he dies, every barbarian tries to pull out Conan’s axe. But for hundreds of years, no one has pulled out this axe. Conan said, “He who pulls out this axe, he is the child of destiny.”

There are many things that are questionable about the axe being that was put in by a being revered as a god. However, since Talik did not seem to have any intention of teaching, I had to pull it out. Only by pulling it out will those ignorant bastards show me some respect.

“Okay, I’ll try.”

Four arms held the handle of a solid iron axe, stained with blood. The axe was quite large. Even to Nas, who was a large man, the axe seemed very large.

‘There’s not a single rust on this axe that’s stored so openly. I guess it’s just iron.’

As expected, Talik said.

“An axe made from a star that fell from the sky. We have no treasure more valuable than this outside of this land.”

It was called Uncheol.

It was then that Nasu took up his position and began to exert force to pull out the axe.

“Ugh!!”

The barbarian also has two hands, but the knight with four hands tries to lift the axe. The barbarian who didn’t trust Ronobe also naturally became tense when he saw Nas. Thump. That was it. The ground shook slightly.

“Oh, oh! The ground is shaking!”

“We can do that much. We can do that too!”

“Don’t be surprised. If you are surprised, you lose.”

As the ape-like conversation passed, Nass applied more force. The veins on his exposed hand and forehead stood out, but he was unable to pull out the axe.

“Ugh.”

Nas staggered, perhaps because he was using too much force.

“Haha! I’m nervous! Same! With us!”

“We were always staggering too!”

“Human under the mountain! What is your name! You are like us! Do it! Your respect!”

For some reason, Nas was favored by the Barbarians.

“It’s your turn now! Peanut!”

“Have a nosebleed.”

“Wasn’t it a bird that would have been paired off?”

“You little punks. You little punks are like little birds.”

Was this what it felt like when Yonterion looked at him? Ronobe stuck out his tongue at the barbarian’s ignorance.

That’s why I wasn’t even angry.

“I am the chili king of SIST.”

I wasn’t angry, but in fact, it would have been better if he had corrected me.

“Little bird. Not good. Lie. You, small. So you will be small. And the pepper.”

“Just because you’re tall doesn’t mean your peppers are big. Rather, aren’t you the ones who are short?”

“I am big.”

The barbarian pulled down his trousers.

As expected of a barbarian.

The stuff was great too.

Ronobe quickly covered Benny’s eyes.

“Is he crazy…”

“Heh, you’re small. You’re embarrassed to show off your peppers as a man. You’re small. The bowl, and the peppers.”

“under.”

These are words that cannot be easily overlooked.

“Who said that?”

Ronobedo also pulled down his pants.

“Sword fighting is also possible.”

The barbarians flinched.

“A booger bird… an elephant. He is.”

“… I respect that. The little bird is a big man.”

“Why is it so big? Only there? I don’t understand.”

“I must have received God’s blessing.”

As the barbarians looked closely, Nas also saw what was his master’s.

Certainly, he was his own master.

“For our respect! We must pull out! Conan’s axe!”

Hathar, the barbarian who had been laughing at the small pepper, shouted in confusion. He was telling him to pull out his axe. At Hathar’s words, the other barbarians also came to their senses and urged him to pull out his axe.

“Pfft, you’re being annoying.”

I was going to pick it anyway.

An axe that hasn’t been pulled out for hundreds of years? The axe of God, Obel? Whatever it is, there’s nothing that Ronobe can’t pull out.

‘Because there’s something soft.’

Even if it was an axe stuck in the ground, it would have been stuck in a hard mineral. Then, if you make it soft with soft soil or something soft, there is nothing that cannot be pulled out. I don’t know if Talik knew that and told me to pull it out, or if he simply told me to do it because it was a small bird of prophecy, but it didn’t matter. If I pull it out, I will be able to deal with those barbarians easily.

“Go.”

Ronobega took up the axe.

I’m going to use the soft and fluffy one right away.

“Oh, I got picked.”

Conan’s axe was pulled out easily.

And immediately.

Kukukung-!! Crackle, crackle!!

“What, what!! Who are you!”

The snow mountain began to collapse.

“Eughhhhhh!”

“It’s falling! Catch it!”

Kugu-kung-!!

The ground split open, revealing what existed inside. Rock fragments flew. Snowy mountains crumbled. In the meantime, the giant’s bones fell down. Ronobe, who met the eyes of the crushed giant skull, fell from the snowy mountains and realized the cause of this situation.

“me : yes?”

It was because of Ronobe.

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