Game Mind of a Medieval Modern Person - Chapter 255



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255. The Sinister Wolf

Great warriors are born through trials and tribulations.

Beyond the ocean, in the barren, cold land, there was a boy who killed a silver-maned wolf.

The boy who called himself Silver-Maned Wolf Cloak united the scattered tribes during a decade of vigorous conquest.

It was a great feat achieved by defeating those who opposed him by asserting their lost old rights with solid tactics and honed martial arts.

How many chieftains have sworn to submit, captivated by the sharp cruelty and determination hidden behind that cold, indifferent expression?

But the Wolf Mantle’s mythical conquest was over in the blink of an eye.

Despite leading a force of 100,000 men under the banner of reclaiming their old homeland, the attack was slow.

It was too petty and insignificant to be called a heart-warming showdown.

A sluggish fight, a front line that keeps advancing and retreating, and a chieftain who has lost all of the fierceness he once displayed, confined to his base and obsessed with strange rituals like a gloomy sorcerer.

How disappointing.

Among the warriors and chieftains of the tribe, resentment and skepticism toward the wolf cloaks were bound to grow.

But today.

The moment I faced the crusaders on the plains near the walls of Nevar’s capital, Netalium, all my grievances were washed away.

Chieftain Silvermane Wolf Cloak went out to fight against regular troops rather than raiders.

Still retaining the wisdom, courage, and determination he once displayed.

Of course, the wolf cloak’s powers weren’t limited to that.

Fooddeuk-.

The sound of powerful wings flapped through the gathering of warriors, landing on the arm of Wolf’s cloak.

The owner of the wing sound was a falcon with pure white and soft feathers that would catch the eye of any hunter.

The pure white falcon hovered over the wolf cloak’s forearm for a long time.

As if checking the condition of the warriors.

It was unclear how many people the pure white hawk evaluated and by what criteria.

You can only guess that he passed the test by looking away.

It was at this moment that the pure white falcon tilted its head back.

Sigh. Sigh.

It was a clear bird call, the kind you would hear in a bright forest, unlike any bird of prey.

If you cover your eyes and listen, it is so cute that it reminds you of a sparrow or a magpie.

But the warriors shut their lips tightly as soon as they heard the sound of the bird.

Because beyond the fresh scent of grass that tickled my nose, I smelled a faint scent of blood.

In fact, the wolf cloak was not listening to the smell, but to the sounds of birds.

Then finally the birdsong stopped.

Wolf Cloak raised his arm and sent a pure white falcon flying, then opened his mouth.

“I know you are very disappointed in me.”

How can you answer that question?

The warriors eventually responded with silence.

Then the wolf cloak began to nod as if he had expected it.

“I will turn that disappointment into passionate joy again.”

This was the starting point.

Wolf Cloak, who has been consistently mysterious and secretive and has been quick to hide the truth from even his closest associates, has finally come up with a clear vision.

Wolf Cloak gathered his subordinate chieftains together, spread out a map on the table, and spoke while pointing at each one with his hand.

“For the past ten years, I have deliberately delayed the invasion to provide land for the tribes to settle and to buy time for our friends to come over and establish settlements.”

“You said you delayed it on purpose? Is that what you’re saying now?”

But one red-faced chieftain questioned Isil’s bold statement without hesitation.

“Apostates from the mainland. A measure to delay the followers of the alien starlight from feeling threatened and immediately gathering their forces.”

“…Please explain it to me in an easy-to-understand way.”

“A ruined kingdom. Giving the impression that we could be stopped only by those who grew up eating its legacy. And clearing the land of the alien starlight’s influence and returning it to our gods. Both took ten years.”

The wolf cloak gradually resolved the questions and told the truth one by one that had not been asked.

“The starlight of the aliens. Because the power of Lux Stella is the power to reject the miracles of other gods.”

“…!”

“Chief! Was what Bateson said true?!”

It was a bolt from the blue for the chieftains who had lived believing in the greatness and superiority of the gods.

Because it is the miracle of a stronger god that overcomes the miracle of another god.

Once suspicion became certainty, there was no turning back.

In an instant, the meeting was drowned out by the chieftains’ cries.

Only Batson, who had guessed the situation first, crossed his arms, wiggled his fingers, and waited silently for further comment.

Then Wolf Cloak took out his rich theological knowledge.

“But for humans to wield that power, a terrible price is demanded.”

“If he’s such a powerful god, then of course the price would be great! So, how much do you want…”

Even so, he is a god powerful enough to overcome the miracles of other gods.

What could be feared if one could receive that favor?

There was a moment when it seemed as if one of the chieftains would convert at any moment.

“Lux Stella will tell you to give up your reason for living. Your purpose.

“…Hmm. They are being expensive.”

People live more passionately because they each have something they want to enjoy.

Some people do it to enjoy delicious food, some simply want to have more women, some want to enjoy power…

Power is merely a means to achieve one’s desires.

But if you can’t achieve your goals in exchange for gaining power, can you really call it a wise deal?

Although the warriors of Ise were ridiculed as barbarians, behind the savage ferocity of the warriors was the calculated rationality of humans who knew how to thoroughly calculate profit and loss.

The rational and profit-conscious warriors of Ise could never follow Lux Stella.

Wolf Cloak judged so, and indeed he did.

Those who were tempted by the fame of the mighty god Lux ​​Stella lost their lust for it as soon as they heard the price.

Only then did Wolf Cloak get to the real point.

“The last ten years have been a search to see if there are any Aura Awakeners who have paid a terrible price and gained strength.”

This is the first time [Aura] is mentioned in a public place.

As expected, the reactions were all negative.

“Come?”

“That’s something they say to scare children. I don’t think that’s something that should come out of the Chieftain’s mouth right now.”

Among warriors, [Aura] was a legend that belonged to the realm of ghost stories.

Aura Awakeners are the true followers of the blue starlight.

They move in pursuit of murder, emitting wild colors without giving any weight to life or death.

“Aura, the Awakened Ones exist.”

The wolf cloak said that the creature that was once only a ghost story actually existed.

“The Aura Awakened were the most decisive focal point and catalyst for leading the forces of the Apostates and usurping the world during the advent of Lux Stella a thousand years ago. There was only one reason the Apostates were able to win. It was because of the Aura Awakened.”

Of course, no one believed those words at face value.

Even Bateson, who knew the circumstances, tilted his head inwardly.

The red-faced chief shrugged and pouted.

“So. After looking at it for 10 years, did you see it?”

“One person. There are candidates who are close to awakening, but there are no Aura Awakeners. So, before the Aura Awakeners appear, I plan to give strength to Bateson in order to first destroy the enemy’s main force.”

At those words, Wolf Cloak’s full-fledged instructions began.

“According to the vision the gods gave us, their number is not ten thousand, but closer to nine thousand. Nine thousand and one or two hundred. It is thanks to Batesson that he defeated an army of one thousand, so let us all praise his achievement.”

As soon as he heard that, Bateson caressed the corners of his lips that were rising on their own with his fingers and said.

“Hmm. Heh heh heh heh! Chieftain, we have an important battle coming up, so please put off the public announcement for a moment.”

‘Easy guy.’

‘Good. You’re hitting me with such a sharp attitude.’

I don’t hear any muttering from the other chieftains.

Wolf Cloak gave a thumbs up to the proud Batson and continued talking.

“Of these, 3,000 are soldiers from the Duchy of Powis, personally organized by Bishop Narva. Although they are small in number, they are skilled elite soldiers with the most experience in battle. Their equipment is also of considerable quality, and some of them have already encountered miracles from the gods, so even if they pray to the gods, it will be difficult to obtain the full desired effect.”

“Chief. Furthermore, those guys are like Terveir’s direct subordinates. There is no need to fight over command authority, so the actual unity shown on the battlefield must be even more impressive.”

“That’s a constructive point. As Bateson said, these 3,000 are the direct subordinate units of the opposing commander, Terveer Orn Stregos Glerio Powis. They are likely to show agile improvisation on the battlefield, so targeting them first would result in great losses.”

So where should we aim?

The Wolf Cloak was a very helpful guide for warriors who were inexperienced in large group battles.

“On the other hand, the remaining 6,000 are a bunch of inexperienced idiots with good equipment. They are despised landowners. In particular, the landowner warriors leading these 6,000 are probably of even lower quality than the landowner warriors we know.”

“for a moment.”

The chieftains tilted their heads and asked, wondering if they had heard wrong.

“Worse? Than the kids we know? Then… why are they called warriors?”

“They are a group of people who survive by robbery and theft, waiting for an opportunity. Strictly speaking, they are thugs who are not accepted within the tribe and wander around pillaging, so it is natural that their level is low.”

“Aha. These guys are really annoying.”

“In other words, it means that they are that desperate or that they are not receiving proper support.”

dripping.

Wolf Cloak looked down at the map, tapping his fingers on the hilt of the sword at his waist.

“The important thing to note is the old cannons they brought. Twelve gates. It would be common to take advantage of our inexperience in climbing over stone walls, build a base while we stand off, and then defend with a small number of troops.”

“Chief. Even so, would you be so foolish as to do something that would put you in siege?”

“Hmm. They already seem thoughtless since they came to the plains in small numbers…”

At the moment when the chieftains showed their skepticism.

Batson, who had been giggling, came to the forefront once again.

“No. On the contrary, the plains are an advantageous location for them.”

“What?”

“Earthling warriors riding on antlerless deer. They are real. If nothing else, their sheer weight and destructive power are enough to break down even the shield walls of the most skilled warriors. And those antlerless deer can run longer and more powerfully on the plains than in the forests.”

“Batesson said, caressing his forehead with his index finger.

“Imagine a giant moving quickly. That’s a real earth slayer warrior.”

“Hmm… Is that it?”

“That’s true. It’s true that among the land warriors, those who rode on hornless deer were difficult to deal with.”

Opinions were divided between those chieftains who had actually encountered the knight and those who were still skeptical.

But what is clear is that the trend of blindly refuting the Chieftain’s words has disappeared.

As soon as Bateson felt the fresh air, he squinted one eye at the wolf cloak.

Wolf Cloak chose to flatter himself instead of reacting.

“As Bateson said. Not only the ground-based warriors, but also the old cavalry are not mobile enough to freely move through the forests or winding hills. That’s why dozens of Lux Stella’s great warriors have been assigned the role of escorting the old cavalry. They know that the old cavalry and the antlerless deer can be variables in this battlefield.”

Twelve old storehouses and dozens of knights guarding them.

Terveer, a frontline knight who has achieved brilliant success against warriors, and his 3,000 troops.

And although they lack experience and are of questionable quality, the remaining 6,000 have a considerable level of equipment.

Even with 30,000 warriors, this combination is too fearsome to be confident of victory.

“But don’t worry. Our bravery surpasses theirs.”

“No, why the most important part…”

“We have more numbers. If we deliberately spread out and charge, they will naturally shrink or choose to face us, and our thin battle lines will be exposed here and there. Cracks will become especially evident among the 6,000 troops who lack training. Battison is prepared for that moment. As soon as a crack appears, he will break through and target the enemy commander.”

“hmm.”

A look of understanding spreads among the chieftains.

Batson was thrilled and elated at the thought of being entrusted with such a most honorable and glorious role.

While rebuking someone who is not visible in this place.

“Huh. That Hariat guy, you wagged your tail like that, but you don’t even show your nose. As expected, even the Chieftain recognizes ability.”

“Harryart took it upon himself to guard the rear guard.”

“Chief, do you believe that? You’re saying that because you can see the map string is broken. You idiot.”

It seems that he has been acting strangely like the loyal servant of the Wolf Cloak.

Batesson was busy laughing and snickering at the absent Harriat.

He didn’t know that the eyes of the wolf in the cloak looking at him were cold.