Offer a Tribute and Become an Archmage - Chapter 232



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Episode 232.

The northern season I visited in early winter has become warmer than before. The snow is still piled up, but the wind that touches my cheek is not painful, but rather tickling and gentle.

But still the center of the North.

It was still midwinter in Enhyde.

A rough castle. However, like an impregnable fortress, the size of the walls and all the defenses were like a citadel built solely for war.

This is a sturdy castle that lets you know at a glance what kind of mind the builder had in mind when building it and what kind of future he had in mind when building it.

“Everything is frozen.”

Of course, they were all frozen.

There isn’t a single one that isn’t frozen.

From the gates to the walls, and the city and everything inside the castle, everything was frozen. The residents, soldiers, and knights inside were probably frozen as well. Since the strong forces of the north were frozen, it was clear that the orcs had played a big role in stirring up the north. Sadly.

“It’s like they knew you’d come.”

Ronobe said this while looking at the orcs lined up in front of Enheid with an army of three thousand. The hero of the orcs was in the center.

Looking at the Orc Chieftain.

The chieftain’s hair is pure white.

His hair had turned as white as snow, and scars were visible all over his body. He was leaning on an axe that was bigger than his torso.

Some might call it an arrogant attitude, but the aura he exuded was so great that the soldiers trembled without realizing it.

“My old rival, Belita. She said that someone would soon come to melt her ice.”

“…”

The chieftain sat down on the frozen ground and drank the wine from the gourd. Around the chieftain were many fierce warriors and warriors. Their number seemed to be over seven thousand.

You could tell at a glance that they were the elite of the elite.

“You’re younger than I thought. Come here. I don’t intend to cut off your head.”

“Don’t trust it! There might be a trap!”

Liam shouted.

But other nobles in the north did not say anything like that.

“It can’t be a lie.”

“Orcs rarely lie. If you ask them to swear on the forest, there’s a good chance they’ll tell the truth…”

“As the wise Hathar sees… uh, so what was the problem?”

Whether his ears were sharp or not, the chieftain extended only his index and middle fingers and swore an oath to the forest.

“I swear on the forest. Why would I swear on it in the first place? There is probably no orc who would kill a child loved by the forest.”

“You can trust me. The Sage of the Forest.”

“Akash…”

Beside the chieftain was the orc he had seen a few months ago, Akash. He was also the orc who had told him about the orc’s wish to reclaim the forest. After seeing Akash, Ronobe hesitated for a moment before taking a step forward.

“Since you say that… I’ll go.”

“Ronobe. Be careful.”

Beni grabbed Ronobe’s hand and let go slowly. He nodded and went forward. A cold wind blew. As he walked, the wind suddenly hit him and the events that had happened in the north flashed before his eyes.

Last half year.

‘You’ve become stronger.’

There was a huge difference between Ronobe before he came to the North and Ronobe now. He still doesn’t have his own Akan, and he’s just a fool who wants the Akan of the gods, but even so, it’s a power that can’t be achieved without effort.

Got stronger.

Every step you take is a step filled with confidence in yourself.

There was no need to hesitate.

As Ronobe walked towards him, the chieftain grinned, showing his yellow teeth, and threw a flask of alcohol at him.

“It’s precious. I’ll show my sincerity.”

“It smells weird?”

“This is a drink made from the heart of a knight. It will heal your soul.”

“…”

It meant a drink made by killing people and steeping their hearts. There is a Tula in the heart of a knight. When it becomes alcohol, what changes will there be?

Although I felt a physiological aversion to it, I was intellectually curious about the effects that the alcohol called Gisaju would have.

Ronobe hesitated for a moment and then tasted it.

“Hmm? It’s more subtle than I thought.”

It had a refreshing taste like a mojito.

And what should I say?

The magic aura is filling me up.

“How is it, good? It’s a drink made from the hearts of warriors who will leave their names behind, so of course! It’s called the ‘Warrior’s Drink’. It’s a method of obtaining the power of a strong enemy that has been passed down through our tribe. I’ll give it to you as a gift.”

“Is that okay?”

“It is a gift because it is precious. If it were something trivial, it would not be a gift.”

“Oh, thank you.”

He wondered if it was right to be grateful, but he had to give thanks since he received it. The chieftain shook his graying dreadlocks and looked at the frozen castle.

“I make alcohol as a hobby. I’ve been preparing to make a single alcoholic drink for a long time. Alcohol is really difficult. The taste changes even if you leave it for a short while.”

“…”

The chieftain, probably.

The change of Count in Enhide Castle. He must have Belita in mind. It also meant that he wanted to make her into wine, and the fact that the taste had changed meant that something was wrong with her.

The personal safety of the Count.

He also said that he had nothing to do with it.

“No one knew about the Frozen Castle. Chieftain, you seem to know something. Would you mind telling me?”

“I’ll tell you. I’ll tell you! That’s why I’ve been waiting for you! But before that, there’s one thing I need to confirm.”

The chieftain pointed to the frozen castle with his finger.

“Can you melt this ice?”

The Chieftain’s eyes were extremely serious. It was as if he was possessed by madness. Ronobe looked at the ice castle, then looked at the Chieftain and nodded.

“It can be melted.”

I felt it from the moment I led the army.

I had expected it since I heard that the Count was frozen. There is probably no ice that Ronobe cannot melt. Even if it is ice created by a miracle, it is still ice in the end. There is no reason why it cannot melt.

“I answered. Now it is your turn to answer, Chieftain. What happened?”

“It was my fault.”

The chieftain answered somewhat gloomily.

“The witch came to me. She whispered to me that she would allow me to determine the true hero and my eternal rival.”

The chieftain poured out all sorts of words.

Belita and himself fought in the North for many years without a winner. He said that he and Belita were not always alone, so they could not fight with the thought of a duel between the two of them.

The chieftain’s wish was to have a showdown with the Count. She would brew wine with her noble heart and drink it.

“The witch whispered to me that she would make it happen.”

But those sweet whispers ultimately led to tragedy.

“The witch was planning to kill Belita without telling me. I knew that. That she wasn’t feeling well. But I wasn’t feeling well either. I just wanted to settle things before I died.”

But the witch tried to assassinate Belita, and in the process, the entire castle froze. Belita looked at the chieftain and said before she was frozen with the witch.

“He said that soon a child will come who will melt his ice. Then, we can truly start fighting.”

From then on, the chieftain waited.

A child who melts ice.

The boy she was talking about.

“I feel sorry for the warriors who will fight with me and risk their lives. Unfortunately, I have no interest in the North. What I am interested in is a duel where one’s soul is at stake. A duel that will burn one’s soul.”

The chieftain asked.

“Melt the ice for me. I can’t melt her ice with my own strength.”

“…”

It was somewhat shocking content.

‘So, you’re saying that you tried to seduce the orcs and swallow the North, but then you both froze?’

The Countess had no choice but to freeze the entire castle in preparation for the future. For her, it was probably the best option.

However, even in Ronobe’s opinion, the Witch of the Fall was an invalid.

‘It smells like a barbarian.’

But after hearing the story, the situation wasn’t all that bad. To be honest, I had thought that the Count had died, but if his life wasn’t in great danger, it was actually a blessing in disguise.

Melt the ice and save the Count.

Wouldn’t it be better to just leave the frozen witch as she is? For Ronobe, who was planning to subdue her, this would actually be a good thing.

“Very well, Chieftain. I will grant your wish.”

“Really!”

“Instead, I want you to promise me one thing.”

“what?”

Ronobe looked back.

There were warriors who had fought for the North. Warriors who were ready to risk their lives in the cold of the North, fighting the war, with their faces clearly tense.

“I will let you fight. But regardless of the outcome, I want you to retreat from the North.”

A lot of blood was shed. If you can avoid fighting, it’s better not to fight.

Perhaps the orcs are not all here. There are still many orcs further up north. They will move south again as time goes by and harass the north.

Ronobe came to the North and saw various deaths. They consider it an honor to die in battle and cry out to God. However, in Ronobe’s eyes, death is ultimately just death. Whether it’s a glorious death or an ugly dog ​​death, it’s all death.

It’s good to find value in death, but the North has shed too much blood.

“That’s… a sad story.”

“A lot of blood has been shed. Isn’t it time to take your anger out on the Empire rather than here?”

I know Ronobedo too.

The reason the orcs are targeting the north is because the land where their kingdom was originally established is the land where their ancestors lived. The orcs who are driven out of the forests have no choice but to live in the forestless lands.

It is only natural that they move south.

It’s a fight to get it back.

But still.

Ronobe was telling me to go back.

The chieftain was troubled.

For orcs, fighting is something they must do.

Struggle is the reason for their existence.

“…Fine. If only I could have an honorable duel. I will swear it on my name.”

“Chief!! It is dishonorable!”

Then someone stepped forward.

“Do you want to be hated by the forest?”

“The forest has abandoned us! Is there anything left to hate? Our descendants are shivering in the cold! They are starving! And how can the Chieftain act only for himself?!”

He appeared to be a great warrior.

He glared at Ronobe, who seemed to be very resentful of being told to go back.

“The forest did not abandon us. It was we who abandoned it. We left the forest to survive! The forest does not hate us! It was we who blamed the forest for everything and hated it! So how can we hate the forest!!”

The chieftain’s shout rang out loud.

Unable to contain his anger, the chieftain punched the warrior in the face. Boom, boom, a cracking sound erupted. The chieftain’s expression crumpled as the warrior staggered and fell down after being hit several times.

“Because they are like fools.”

Ronobe threw the bottle he had received at the chieftain. He took it with a sip and threw it back.

“I keep my promises.”

The answer is out.

“Okay. Then I’ll melt the ice. It might take a while.”

“I’ll wait.”

Ronobe nodded and passed them straight away. Then he transformed into a crow and flew up. Enheid’s castle was tall and thick. The residents and soldiers inside were frozen in place. Even in the place where the entire castle wall was frozen, there was a strong sense of magic.

‘Is that it?’

Yeongju Castle.

The top of it.

In that place where everything was frozen, a cold air spread out that felt like my insides would freeze if I just took a deep breath. It was so painful that even Ronobe would freeze if I was not careful. They say that if the cold is too strong, tissue cells will be destroyed, and it was just like that. I took out the spare Mandong totem and created more warmth, and it felt a little better.

“It’s okay to melt it, but if I just go near it, I’ll freeze to death.”

It’s easy to melt ice using blood. But the problem is that the lord’s castle keeps spewing out cold air. It’s the cold air that the black Count is spewing out. Even Ronovera, who has Anna’s magic, can freeze together if he doesn’t prepare properly.

Ronobe took a red vial out of his bosom.

It wasn’t anything special.

It was the blood that Ronobe had been collecting.

The blood of warriors that flowed on the battlefield.

It was also the blood that flowed in the North. Ronobe gathered them. Before he knew it, the light that he had gathered in both hands was shining brightly.

The reason they were gathered together was one promise.

“The tree of the priests.”

It was because of the promise made to the Encyclopedia of Changes.

And that promise is now.

It happens.

Kugu palace!

The priest’s tree, made of red blood, rises high into the sky. The warmth of Mandong and the vitality of spring in Manchun dwell in the tree that stretches out straight and blood-stained.

“The cold doesn’t hurt.”

If you heal this pain, the ice will naturally melt. You put the souls of various warriors you met in the north, including the great warrior, in. The blood-red tree soon froze solidly and turned white, and the tree soon began to shed a green light. The frozen castle melted in the green light that spread like gentle ripples. The residents of Enhyde Castle, as well as the soldiers and knights guarding this place, all melted in an instant and fell down.

“ah…”

Ronobe’s eyes become swollen as blood drips down his nose. I thought it wouldn’t be difficult since Yonterion was easy to do, but it wasn’t. It was an extremely difficult magic.

I thought I had gotten pretty close to becoming a great wizard after drinking the elixir, but I was wrong. It felt like all the blood in my body was drained. Even though the ice was melting and driving away the cold, Ronobe’s body trembled like an aspen tree. Ronobe unconsciously drank the warrior’s wine he had received from the chieftain. As he shivered from the cold, he wanted to drink something to warm himself up.

‘I don’t know who you are, but thank you! Thank you so much!’

I feel a little better after drinking alcohol.

Certainly, the body tremors have also subsided.

“This is not the time.”

Those who woke up to the Priest’s Tree are confused, but there is only one thing that Ronobe must do.

She had to be woken up and treated.

Bam.

That was when.

I felt a hand tapping my shoulder.

“You’ve become more manly since I last saw you.”

“ah…”

It’s a voice I’ve heard before.

A familiar, beautiful voice.

But it is the voice of a solid knight.

When I looked back, the Count was standing there.

“Thank you. For keeping your promise.”

A northern knight with fluttering white hair.

It was the appearance of Belita von Enheide.

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