Raising Paladins - Raising Paladins chapter 79

Episode 79. Bad omen that spreads like wildfire (5)

“Oh my god, such swordsmanship… … .”

Greenwood, forgetting the dangerous situation, opened his mouth in admiration.

Watching Carl performing sword dance from a few steps ahead.

Every time the sword swings the sword, the moonlight shatters on the blade.

It was obviously the scene of a battle where lives came and went, but time seemed to have stopped there.

Even the red blood of werewolves splattered in the air felt like the paint of a genius painter named Carl.

If there is a difference from other painters, it is that the tip of his brush is alive.

Skan!

The steel sword that Carl swung cleanly separated the werewolf’s neck from its torso.

Originally, werewolves had excellent regenerative power, and it was difficult to inflict damage with normal weapons.

Only silver-plated swords or swords clad with divine power can inflict deep wounds.

Although the sword’s steel sword is well-forged, it is not a silver-plated high-end weapon.

Greenwood was again tinged with astonishment.

“no way!”

Tira heals the injured with divine power.

And Hanson, who strengthens his body with divine power to increase his strength and speed.

Both of them are great, but they also haven’t mastered the ability to impart divine power to objects.

Greenwood couldn’t help but admire the skills that only Carlos alone could do in this world now.

Skunk!

At that time, the head of one werewolf flew off again.

Seven werewolves that had already been cut by the sword.

While the rest of the party was struggling with the three, he single-handedly cut down seven.

“majesty! It is now!”

“OK!”

Greenwood is also a cardinal from a battle priest.

He had a lot of life-and-death combat experience, so he wasn’t idle.

Meisa’s rapier pierced both eyes of the werewolf that Hanson had pushed with his shield.

Then, feeling that his turn had come, Greenwood swung his sword like lightning.

Spaw!

Like the sword’s holy sword, it couldn’t cut through the entire neck.

However, it is a werewolf whose hide is thicker than that of a wild boar.

To cut off half of such a werewolf with a single sword meant that Greenwood’s swordsmanship had already reached the pinnacle.

-Kwaaa!

When Greenwood’s silver-plated sword touched, the severed part burned and the werewolf let out a terrible cry.

One end with that.

Eight of them were killed in an instant, and the remaining two looked at each other and turned around.

The werewolves attacked, thinking that delicious prey had entered their territory.

It was a very rare spectacle to see a werewolf, a dangerous monster that would turn a village into a mess and injure dozens of guards even if only one appeared, to be slaughtered and even run away.

When Tira was blankly looking at it.

Before I knew it, Meisa, who had drawn her rapier and loaded her crossbow, shouted.

“Where!”

bang!

Bolts fired with a sound like shooting a cannon!

It is shorter than an arrow, but thick and strong, so it shows overwhelming performance at short distances.

Meisa’s skill at loading bolts with brute force without a goat’s foot (a tool to help load bolts on a crossbow that is difficult to load) was great, but her aiming skills were even more amazing.

Push!

thud! thud!

Unbelievably, a single bolt pierced the thighs of the two fleeing animals one after the other.

As soon as the unbalanced beasts fell, Hanson was dispatched.

He raised his large steel shield high and struck down the head of the fallen werewolf.

Kwajik!

Originally, Hanson, who had overwhelming power, now used divine power.

No matter how strong the skull was, even a werewolf could not stand it.

With the sound of bones cracking and brains exploding, blood and flesh splatter in all directions.

The last remaining one belonged to Greenwood, who was energized by the party’s performance, and his priest.

“Ha!”

The priest of training is also a priest of battle.

His weapon was a steel spear.

After falling down, he put the spear between the legs of the werewolf, who was trying to stand up, and broke it diagonally.

A trick to destroy the balance of a large opponent with little force.

The werewolf, who was about to claw at the ascetic priest, slanted and lost his balance, and Greenwood’s silver-plated sword pierced the man’s heart.

Kwajik!

The sound of chest bones and heart cracking at the same time.

Soon after, the werewolf’s eyes withered to gray.

“I won!”

Terrence, who had been sheltering by the campfire with Tira, shouted, clenching his fists.

Brand and Terrence father and son couldn’t keep their mouths shut at the sight of werewolves, which were hard to see once in their life, appearing in groups and hunting them down.

Young Terrence in particular was excited at the thought of going back to Mayrium to recount the story of what he had witnessed.

“Your Highness Cardinal, are you all well?”

“hehehe, are you ignoring me for being old?”

“Oh, can it be?”

Meisa took care of Greenwood, the eldest of the participants in the battle.

Soon after, Tyra ran around to make sure no one was hurt.

Except for Hanson’s arm, which was defending in the lead, scratched by the Werewolf’s claws, everyone had only minor scratches.

Tira sighed in relief and began the treatment.

“I never thought something like this would be possible.”

“It was a really great battle, Your Highness!”

It was a conversation between the cardinal and the priest.

Others did not speak, but were intoxicated by the amazing achievements they had made.

It was because he had slaughtered as many as 10 werewolves, which were difficult to deal with even one.

It would not be an exaggeration to say that this was a tremendous battle that would be remembered for generations to come.

But something even more surprising was happening around them.

“Chief priest? Why are you picking it up?”

A brand that complimented the group by saying thank you for protecting them.

he said to Carl, who was far away.

Carl was collecting the heads of werewolves.

“Werewolf fangs can be sold to rich people at a high price.”

“ah!”

A fearsome werewolf that eats humans.

The fur of such werewolves is traded at a great price.

It was mainly used by rich people to show off their wealth by hanging it in the drawing room of their mansion or spreading it out on their chair.

However, fangs are more expensive than fur!

The fur can be collected even after death, but the fangs are difficult to pull out unless right after the heart stops.

So, the brave warriors who hunted werewolves used to make necklaces from their fangs.

If fur symbolizes wealth, fangs symbolize bravery.

That’s why fangs were worth calling for maniacs.

“I have never heard of such a thing! One werewolf fang can be exchanged for one mansion!”

The cry of a brand with thick bones in the marketplace as a merchant.

Then, everyone in the party started to pick up the werewolf’s head.

Except for Greenwood and his attendant priest, who had to keep his body intact, a strange sight unfolded where everyone was absorbed in picking up the head.

It was even more difficult to imagine what one would see after a terrible raid.

“What about leather! Shall I peel off the skin too!”

Tira, who had been screaming ah, kyaaa Tira pulled out a pocket knife before she knew it and snooped over the werewolf corpse.

Then Carl shook his head resolutely.

“Leather is difficult to handle unless you are a professional technician. If there was a village nearby, he would take the corpse and ask for it to be tanned, but he was away from Meirium for over a week. Leather that has not been processed properly is not good for long-term travel because it rots and develops maggots.”

“Ohh… … .”

Tira obtained new monster hunting knowledge (?).

He nodded his head, showing that he had learned a lesson.

“Pluck out all the fangs. One guy usually has four fangs, so 40 of them. When you get to Derdrang, you should be able to touch the heavy crone bag.”

“Ohhh!”

At the word ‘heavy Cron’s pocket’, the party’s hands became even faster.

The ascetic priest, who was staring blankly at them, said to Greenwood, who also had a dazed face.

“What are they really like? The ones I saw earlier were valiant battle priests themselves, but now they look like greedy hunters… … .”

“Especially that priest named Carl… … .”

Nod.

The ascetic priest looked at the knife that pulled out his teeth with a bewildered look.

The man who single-handedly sliced up seven werewolves.

It is truly overwhelming fighting power, like a battle priest from a legend.

However, when the battle is over, the crone is revealed as if it was like that.

It was a chaotic night in many ways for Greenwood and the priest.

“I pulled them all out.”

“I picked seven.”

“Five me too!”

“My dad and I picked a few too!”

Hanson, Meisa, Tyra, Brand and even Terrence Rich.

All looked at the bloody fangs in their palms with satisfied faces.

“Each person chooses what he has.”

“Waaa!”

An unexpected raid followed by more unexpected and expensive loot!

The bloody forest, illuminated by the moonlight, was filled with happiness.

“But what about the body? Can I leave it like this?”

It was Meisa’s question.

“It won’t matter. Because there are always cleaners in nature.”

There might be other monsters, or beasts like hyenas might come and eat them.

Carl said as he looked at the dawning sun that was lighting up the world.

“It looks like you’re all asleep, so let’s eat and leave.”

“I see, chief.”

Hanson approached the wagon and took out food and cooking utensils such as a pot and iron ladle.

Thanks to Hanson being on duty this morning.

Carl said to Hanson, who was packing dried deer jerky.

“Leave it alone. I’ll take care of it this morning.”

“Is it my turn?”

“I’ll show you a special dish that can only be tasted in the field.”

“… … ?”

Carl came up to Hanson and snatched the ladle and pot.

He packed some vegetables, such as carrots, potatoes, and onions, and headed to the fire.

The bonfire that had warmed the party by burning itself all night had already faded.

A knife that finds the remaining embers, puts twigs and dry bushes on top of it, and blows on it a few times.

He, who saved the fire with his skillful coppersmith, hung the pot and poured water with a familiar motion.

Then he drew his sword and headed towards the werewolf corpse nearby.

Squeak, Squeak!

The creepy sound of flesh being sliced spreads through the silent forest.

While the party showed great curiosity, Carl extracted an organ in the shape of a chicken comb from the body of a werewolf.

It looks like a chicken comb, but it’s the size of two adult male fists, probably because it’s from a giant werewolf.

The knife raised the dripping blood and said.

“This morning is werewolf liver soup.”

“Ugh!”

Tyra slaughtered and moved away from the surroundings.

But 30 minutes after that.

The group could see Tira eating werewolf liver soup with her face buried in a wooden bowl.

Greenwood, who was watching the scene, said.

“… … You seem to have mixed in with a strange group.”

A battle priest who fights like a paladin in the legend, but is obsessed with drawing fangs.

A girl who trembles in fear of monsters, but licks the bottom of the bowl when she pulls out the liver and boils the soup.

Greenwood felt dizzy.