9th Class Sword Master: The Guardian of the Sword - Chapter 301
Episode 301
Episode 104. Randell’s Defeat (2)
After the scheduled 12 hours had elapsed, the march of the Eastern Allies began.
The Elementalists couldn’t even rest all night and made their way into the desert. Hundreds of spirits breathed heavily to temporarily adjust the temperature of the desert.
The moonlight and the light from the spirits gathered and embroidered the desert with beautiful colors that you will never see again in your life.
It was a great sight, like a few rows of small rainbows laid out on the floor. Or that the Milky Way fell to the ground.
At noon, the beautiful color that the soldiers had to break through made me forget even the nervousness right before the march.
Some of the guards even stayed to watch it from the watchtower even though it was time for their shift.
Yuma also climbed the steeple with Natalie, looking across the sparkling desert.
But Yuma didn’t look all that beautiful.
How many soldiers will die after the war is over. There can be no counting the number of people who will become cold and hardened without having their names known and not even having a funeral.
For some reason, it reminded me of the commoners who carried out a terrorist attack at the capital gate long ago to save Natalie and then handed out rewards.
In other words, he was an ordinary human being. Most of the soldiers gathered here, as well as commoners who are fighting a war in their daily lives.
Not only the heroes who defeated the enemy at the forefront, but also their deaths should be remembered.
After killing Amanzo and ascending to the throne of the demon god, he would be able to examine the dead souls himself.
Yuma vowed to remember the name of each soul after the war.
Commanding was not all that the commander-in-chief had to do.
“Just being near that boy strengthens the power of the spirits! Is this boy a reincarnation of the great elemental mage Miroon?”
A spirit priest who was paving the way in the desert pointed to Ballinan and said.
The spirits were naturally gathering around Ballinan, like young lives led by their mother.
“Ah, you must have arrived recently and rode. One of the commander-in-chief’s party. He is the son of the western Povian family, Zera.”
“Phobian? How could the door of that great sorcerer manipulate the spirits like that?”
“Do you know of a rumor that has stirred up the spirits of the East until recently?”
“You mean the rumor that a contractor of the King of Spirits has appeared? I can’t help but know.”
“That boy is the contractor.”
“Is it really?”
“okay. Why do the spirits show affection for that boy?”
“B brah…!”
Brah, the word meaning ‘the wind will raise you’ was the only elemental language humans could pronounce.
It was also the word used as the best exclamation among the Elementalists.
From the spirit warrior’s point of view, the spirit king’s contractor was a mythical being.
After Miroon, no one could communicate with the spirit king, so the spirit spirits had no choice but to be like believers who had lost their gods.
All the elemental spirits gathered nearby looked at Ballinan in admiration and admiration.
Then Igmeseus gave a signal to Ballinan.
‘Summon this body! It’s been a while since I want to feel like being sucked by humans!’
pop!
As green smoke rose and Igmeseus appeared, the elemental spirits hurriedly knelt.
As soon as they saw him, there were not a few people who shed tears without realizing it.
[Ha, Mr. You bastards! Why are you jumping so hard to make a road? I’ll give you my strength.]
It was a frivolous word and action that poured cold water on the spirits who saw the spirit king’s appearance, but no one thought that Igmeseus was vulgar.
Igmeseus’ body emitted a deep green light.
The light flowed down Igmeseus’ body like a small waterfall. The sandy bottom of the desert was dyed green, as if a puddle had pooled there.
“Oh oh!”
The power of the spirits that responded to Igmeseus began to grow stronger than before.
The elemental spirits felt the fingertips of the spirits becoming heavy.
The speed of the road increased. Yes, five or six hours seemed to be able to finish the work faster than information.
That much increased the rest time, so it was a great thing for the Elementalist.
[Keuk Haha! Since you regain the power that was taken away, this is nothing!]
“Really? Ig. Then I will call you every night from now on.”
[Little girl, do you know what kind of a spinner I am!]
“We have to help each other and live. Yuma-hyung will like it too.”
Igmeseus grumbled all the way until the work was finished and went back.
Thanks to this, the Elementalists had to wait for their nightly work hours every day.
Dawn passed and dawn broke.
All troops gathered at the Kuzan Castle completed preparations for marching in line with Oh.
There were no speeches by the commander-in-chief or commanders.
However, all personnel did not forget what Yuma said.
survive. No more words were needed.
“depart! Raise your flag!”
“Raise your flag!”
As Yuma shouted, the riders chanted back and forth.
At the front of the thick line, Yuma riding a Tulka was seated.
The entourage all mounted nearby horses, and the kings took up positions behind them.
Not only the city within the royal castle, but also the citizens of nearby villages camped in front of the castle gate and sang a farewell song.
There were many people who sang as if they were singing with bloodshot eyes and voices supported by evil.
They were all parents sending their children to war. Or the younger and older brothers of the soldiers. People leaving their lovers bit their lips.
However, pride was mixed in their sad eyes.
It was a campaign to protect peace in the East, not a meaningless sacrifice of life for the powerful.
Bards gathered on the hill on the other side of the castle wrote poems, and the painters who purposely came all the way to Kuzan barely blinked as if they couldn’t miss a single scene.
The sight of 50,000 soldiers escaping the Kuzan Castle was truly spectacular.
Soldiers move in moderation according to the command of the riders. The military band was small compared to the number of troops, but the trumpets they blew vigorously with their chins held high had the momentum to pierce the sky.
The morale of the soldiers was as high as the sound of the trumpet.
Every time the soldiers took a step, it seemed that a heavy echo came from deep within the ground.
The movement of a large army, which is difficult to find in the history of the East, began.
“The road is very well made. Vali, I heard that it was thanks to you calling the Spirit King yesterday.”
When Yuma praised him, Ballinan smiled at the bash.
After entering the Central Desert, Ballinan was secretly lacking in confidence, as he did not seem to be of much help.
However, Yuma firmly believed that just having Ballinan by his side would help in case of a crisis someday.
The road paved by the spiritists maintained the desert landscape, but it felt like walking on a cool road.
The spirits of the earth had firmly clung to the sandy ground where they were supposed to sink their feet, and the spirits of the wind were blowing a breeze at every corner.
The water spirit acted as a simple tent to block sunlight in the desert by setting up a thin curtain. The fire spirit was to be used for cooking.
Once again, Yuma thought that the Spirituals were very amazing beings.
“At dawn, we sent a scouting party to check the area. For now, there doesn’t seem to be anything out of the ordinary in the vicinity.”
It was Prince Ilansizer.
“okay. From the start of camp, Sir Randall and I will take turns scouting, so let the scouting party rest. It would be better to organize them as a liaison network between the supply corps and the main corps.”
“I see, Commander-in-Chief.”
Tane, the head of the Red Sword, was escorting the supply corps with the elite guards.
It was the most dangerous to have a problem between the supply and the main unit, so the strongest unit was deployed.
It was a smooth advance like butter gliding smoothly. As the march progressed, the ranks spread out in a fan shape.
When the sun went down, he looked back from the rear of the ranks, but the Kuzan Castle was nowhere to be seen. The temperature began to drop rapidly.
It would take several days for the soldiers’ bodies to adjust to the desert. The commanders stopped the soldiers from marching and announced preparations for camp.
Royce came over while the barracks were being erected.
“Deputy Commander, how about the first reconnaissance, the Deputy Commander?”
“It doesn’t matter. But why?”
“It is the first day of camp. If the commander-in-chief personally goes around the barracks and encourages the soldiers, nothing bad will happen.”
“Lois, you don’t even have to pay attention when giving us advice. Sir Randell, please go first.”
“good.”
Randell climbed on top of Tulka, saying he wanted to run.
Thinking of something, Yuma briefly grabbed Randel as he was about to leave.
“Lord Randall, Natalie told me this at dawn.”
Yuma explained about the mysterious strong man Natalie said.
“Miss Natalie must be a great person to say that? Aren’t you the strongest of the Demon Army?”
“My lover’s senses match quite well.”
“Well, whether it’s a demon or a human, I definitely want to see it. It seems that there is a plateau in the improvement of spiritual power these days.”
Yuma didn’t bother to add the words, ‘If you think you’re going to lose, retreat first’. That would only unnecessarily stimulate Randall’s sympathy.
Nothing special from day one. Yuma thought so and sent Randel away.
Then, he went around the barracks with the commanders and encouraged the soldiers.
It was not possible to encourage all 50,000 troops one by one. After about two hours, Lois led Yuma to a barracks. It was the blacksmiths’ barracks.
“Yesterday morning, one of Seruca’s artisans came to see me.”
Among the blacksmiths who followed along to the battlefield, there was also a craftsman from Seruka. When Yuma came in, his face was wrinkled, and the father-in-law, full of words, stepped forward and whispered something.
It was Seruka’s ancient language, but Yuma couldn’t understand it.
However, I could only feel that it was a word that somehow had a mysterious and warm energy.
It was blasphemy to say something he didn’t understand in front of the commander-in-chief, but Yuma smiled and made eye contact with his father-in-law.
The craftsman beckoned, and two blacksmiths from Seruca brought a wooden box.
Inside the box was pure white armor.
It was an object that even those who saw it for the first time could recognize its rareness at a glance.
It was Serukaze steel armor.
Upon closer inspection, it was not made entirely of Serukaze steel.
A strange milky white material stood out at each seam, and the gauntlets seemed to be made of scales of some sort.
It was dragon bones and scales.
“This?”
“This is the armor worn by Mantu of Fire, the Grandmaster of the East in the past. It’s something that the ancient Dwarves and their ancestors collaborated on. It is not known to the world, but Brienne, the Queen of the Dawn, also fought Marong wearing this armor.”
The father-in-law did not use honorifics to Yuma.
“The armor used by the grand masters…
“Nightmare. The name of this nameplate is Oh. By the oath of our ancestors, no one since Brienne has been able to wear this armor. I put an ancient magic on it so that no one can touch it.”
Seruka’s ancient language, which the craftsman muttered for the first time, was an incantation to dispel the magic.
“Can I wear it?”
“I don’t like it very much. But it is only visible to our eyes. That the starlight is heading towards you. We will retrieve the white dragon placed on the plain once the miasma is gone.”
“You know the White Dragon.”
“Because he is also an armor made by our ancestors and the ancient Dwarves together.”
After putting it on with the help of a blacksmith, the nightmare surprisingly tightened itself to fit Yuma’s body.
“When the war is over, give the artisans of Seruca the honor of being able to buy a drink.”
The blacksmith nodded.
Yuma went outside and waited for Randall to return while feeling the desert night breeze.
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