Bjorn Yandel the Barbarian - Chapter 154

Episode 154 Barbarian Road (6)

An ax was clutched in the chief’s hand.

The same ax that cut off the head of the man next to him during the coming-of-age ceremony.

“Do you think this is the right thing to do as a warrior to make money by killing people, not monsters?”

The hot head cools down.

unexpected situation.

No, I thought I would face it someday, but I didn’t know it would be today.

He took a deep breath and made a quick decision.

And…….

1. I apologize for being wrong.

2. Cover up with excuses.

I immediately erased both options from my mind.

Well, I know what kind of race barbarians are.

Even if it seems easier and more reasonable to the average person, you should never be mistaken.

There is only one breakthrough.

“Chief, this is what you should have done in the first place.”

Just ramming like a barbarian.

“……You sound funny.”

The corner of the chief’s mouth twisted.

“Tell me what does that mean?”

The moment you open your mouth, it feels like an ax is about to swing.

But I proudly straightened my shoulders.

Mistakes become mistakes when you try to admit them.

What if you don’t admit it?

Become a belief It’s the essence. Anyway, there is a possibility that it will be packaged like that.

That’s exactly what I need to do now.

“That’s right. What I did today is what you should have done a long time ago!”

For a cause, not for self-interest.

Raise your voice without losing in front of the tribal chief.

“Chief! Do you know how many people are dying in the labyrinth every month?”

“You can’t be a warrior if you’re afraid of death.”

A clash of beliefs and beliefs.

As a young warrior for his clan, he bursts into anger and pleads for the future of his tribe.

Rather, I decided that this was the safer route.

Because the tribal chief cares about warriors.

“If you are Yandel’s son, Bjorn, you know. Only the surviving warriors become strong warriors.”

The tribal chief’s voice softened a little, as if he had really thought of the tribe.

But if it ends here, there will be no porridge or rice.

I asked.

“Only the surviving warriors become stronger?”

“You are the proof!”

Definitely not wrong.

Half die on first entry.

Then half die again.

That way, when half a year has passed since the coming-of-age ceremony, a total of 90% will die.

A deformed structure that is difficult to even call survival of the fittest.

To survive there, you have to be strong even if you don’t want to be strong.

But…

“Chief, did you die so many times when you first became a warrior?”

“Not like that.”

It was an expected answer.

I didn’t really study the past records, but even if this structure continued for ten more years, the barbarian would not have been able to hold a weapon during the coming-of-age ceremony.

“Then, are we weaker than them and die so many times? Chieftain, do you really think so?”

“This too… it’s not like that.”

It was possible to avoid unfavorable statements, but the tribal chief gave an honest answer to the question.

Well, you probably know the map.

What is the decisive factor that brought the situation to this point?

“In the labyrinth, there are monsters wearing human masks. They treat us like goblins. Why do you think that is?”

“Wizards have our hearts—”

said the chieftain.

I sternly cut off my words and shouted.

“No! Because you didn’t do anything!”

If it was a different race, they would have made a law by asking the royal family not to trade hearts.

But our chief didn’t even make the slightest effort.

Using the tradition of survival of the fittest as a shield.

I watched as the race went downhill.

“At least I should have told you the danger! I should have told you what kind of monsters are lurking in the labyrinth and how to deal with them and made you prepare!”

“It’s a tradition that has been handed down since distant ancestors. I can’t change that—”

“The ancestors wanted us to be strong!!”

The tribal chief’s decision cannot even be seen as a matter of providence. Because there is no animal anywhere in the vast nature that chooses its own death.

Everyone chooses evolution to adapt to the new environment.

But the tribal chief didn’t do the obvious.

“Chief! Look at us now! In the Labyrinth, we have become as easy prey as goblins. We have been taught that only monsters are our enemies! But is this what our ancestors wanted?”

“……Quench your excitement.”

“If I were you, I would have worn leather boots and sent it to you. I would have given you a pouch to hold the magic stones in. I would have taught you how to use the compass in advance—” “Didn’t I tell you to calm down now!!!

”

Oh, did I cross the line a bit?

The cry of the tribal chief who had been beaten with a fact by a warrior less than a year old shook the forest.

“Speak coolly! So what do you want to say to me!”

I can’t refute it logically, but when I listen to it, it seems that the heat is soaring.

“If you don’t do it right…”

I continued my last line with a gulping saliva.

“I’ll do it, Chief.”

for me.

And for us barbarians.

***

After I proudly stated my aspirations.

The tribal chief was silent for a while.

He stared at me as if he was organizing his thoughts.

And…

‘I swung an ax at first.’

Once back, I dodged the axe.

In the [Giant] state, I reached out and grabbed the axe, and a contest of strength began.

It was a landslide victory for the tribal chief.

A huge figure well over 3m was suspended from an ax and floated in the air.

Therefore, he put down his ax and rushed at the tribal chief.

Well, then…

‘fist.’

Yes, I thrust my fist into the chief’s face.

However, I didn’t feel the usual heavy hand taste, and when I came to my senses, I saw the big fist of the chief in front of me.

This was the last thing I remember.

‘……Then this must be the chief’s tent.’

Once I calmly finished organizing the situation, I slowly opened my eyes.

As expected, it was a tent and the tribal chief was visible.

“You woke up early.”

“……The tribal chief’s nose went in.”

“Neither do you.”

okay? Somehow I couldn’t breathe.

It’s like it tastes like blood when you swallow.

I opened my backpack next to the bed, took out a bottle of potion, and took a few sips. And handed the rest to the tribal chief.

“Eat you too.”

“……It’s okay. Why waste the potion? If I leave it alone, it will get better tomorrow.”

what if so

After roughly adjusting the nose bone with my hand, I wiped off the pooled blood as if blowing my nose and rubbed it on the bed.

And got to the point.

First thing you should check is this.

“Has your anger gone?”

“…I wasn’t angry from the start.”

“Then why?”

“I just felt a little cocky and wanted to hit him once.”

Anyway, I didn’t have to say anything because I felt like my anger was all over.

Because there will be other important things.

‘Fortunately, it worked out.’

In front of the tribal chief, he declared that he would become the tribal chief.

It’s not that I just spit out words out of excitement.

I just expected that the tribal chief wouldn’t kill me because of this.

“Are you coveting my seat that much?”

“okay.”

Ambition and aspirations are nothing to be ashamed of in a barbarian.

It is all the more so when beliefs and causes are intertwined.

“As expected, you are different from other warriors.”

“What do you mean?”

“Other warriors wanted the position of chieftain for the sake of honor. But you are only for our tribe.”

Fortunately, I don’t think it’s an evil spirit.

It seems that the tribal chief doesn’t seem to hate me like this. I’m sure there wouldn’t have been a hit if the pack width was a little less.

Anyway, did the tribal chief have any excuses?

He said something a little out of the blue.

“If I had to put it into words, the former chief of the tribe was similar to you. If it was our tribe’s business, he went out without hesitation. So, do you know what happened?”

“Are you talking about the Holy Relic War?”

“okay.”

Holy War.

It was the name given to the war with the fairies 10 years ago.

A tragedy that started when a barbarian accidentally picked up a holy relic from a fairy tribe in a labyrinth.

The fairies captured and interrogated the barbarian who possessed the holy relic, and the barbarian stubbornly resisted.

And died.

“We fought against the fairies for over a year before the royal family intervened. The former chief of the tribe also died in that battle.”

The Holy Relic War was the biggest cause of the weakening of the Barbarian’s power.

Countless warriors who were supposed to lead the next generation died.

In the meantime, the Magic Tower announced that the barbarian’s heart was valuable as a magical material.

“I met with the tower owner, but they said why do they have to give up magic ingredients for us?”

Well, it really wasn’t that I didn’t try.

“But I couldn’t wage a war against the Mage Tower.”

“So, like I said—”

“Yes, sure, it would have been better if I had taught and taught the young warriors the dangers as you said.”

“what?”

As if I heard something I couldn’t hear, the tribal chief laughed.

“You’re still young, warrior. What you did this time was to instill hatred towards humans in the warriors.”

“It’s not a human, it’s a predator.”

“If you believe that really makes a difference, then I’ve got you wrong.”

“…but why can’t I hate humans?”

I asked out of pure curiosity, and the tribal chief answered after a while.

“Because if we hate them, we have nowhere to live.”

“The Lapdonia royal family must have been afraid.”

it’s not that i don’t understand

I know very well how great the power of the royal family is.

However, the tribal chief muttered bitterly.

“There is no existence in this world who is not afraid of him. If the day comes when you meet him, you will understand me.”

It’s not like an army under the royal family.

As if afraid of the king himself.

***

After that, the conversation was cut short.

[I’ll forgive you for teaching the warriors about marauders. But if you go further, I won’t sit idly by. Don’t let the warriors have a great hatred towards humans.]

Although he wasn’t chosen as the heir, it meant that he would acknowledge my ambition and tolerate it even if I increased my influence within the tribe.

Well, I was warned to keep my line, but…

A reward that I wouldn’t have gotten if I was in a hurry to admit my fault or make excuses.

[If you want my position, become stronger, warrior. And prove you are worthy. I will watch you.]

[Oh and one more thing.]

[Your fists are quite spicy.]

Who cares?

I left the tent with a compliment, not a compliment from the chieftain.

The time when the sun goes down over the castle walls.

Around the tent were full of barbarians.

Everyone was staring at me.

Starting with the baby barbarian, even the elders who must have blown it in their youth.

“You’re fine.”

“I heard that the tribal chief had a nosebleed…”

“Then really……”

Seeing me come back alive and well in the tent, he exudes deep curiosity. I roughly arranged the backpack position once and walked between them.

They looked but did not come.

He must have thought that I had hated the tribal chief.

It was time to go a few steps further.

“Bjorn!!”

Einar approached me.

“Are you alright! I heard you fought the chief!”

“Oh I’m fine.”

“So what happened? I heard you declared that you would become the chief of the tribe?”

The moment Einar asked with a quick glance.

The ears of nearly a hundred barbarians pricked up at the same time.

It would be impossible to just disappear from here.

I answered with a smile.

“I told you to become stronger and prove your qualifications.”

I immediately felt a buzz around me.

There were people who were surprised, and there were people who said it would be impossible no matter how much it was. There were also those who gave surprisingly realistic grounds and said that it would take several years.

Perhaps the chief of the tribe felt the same way.

But…

“So? What did you say to Bjorn?”

then I answered

“It won’t take long.”

yes i answered that

***

On the way back to the city with Einar, I met Charon.

And it was nailed down firmly.

Teach the baby barbarian not to hate humans too much.

“Ha but! Didn’t I say that humans are enemies?”

“Not all are enemies.”

It’s like they’ve changed their words now, but when I told them about Dwalki, Karon agreed.

“Yes, even among humans, such a noble man…… Can I tell the other warriors about this?”

“About the Dwalki?”

“It’ll be a great example! We love warriors like that!”

“Did you not hear me? I am a wizard, not a warrior.”

“Ha ha! You sound strange. You fought to the death to protect your comrades, so why aren’t you a warrior?”

Uh, I don’t have anything to say if you say that…….

I just ended the conversation at that point.

“Then we’ll be on our way.”

“Yes! See you next time, Bjorn, son of Yandel! The great warrior who will lead us in the future!”

It feels like the modifier has become longer for

some reason …

For reference, the money copy bug was left alone.

The tribal chief was also concerned that the hatred would intensify, but he told me to stay within the permissible range.

In the first place, the money copy bug will be blocked in a few months.

The reason the marauders were so keen on barbarians was because they were low-risk, high-return.

‘If rumors start to spread that we have changed, there will be no bastards risking their lives.’

But what if it’s a Tier 3 monster?

If you’re a sane bastard, you’ll jump as soon as you see it.

Drurrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr

Soon after leaving the holy ground, I led Einar and brought him to my lodging. And after finishing the tearful meal on the first floor, he gave me the next room, which was vacant just in time.

“Can I really sleep in a place like this…?”

“Of course. You don’t have to pay it back later

.

“……Be quiet. This is not a sacred place.”

“Ah, did you?!”

It was time to warn Ainar like that.

My visit, which was supposed to be empty, was opened from the inside.

“…Bjorn? Who is that woman next to you?”

“Ah, were you there?”

Since he is a team member who will be with us in the future, he gave a brief introduction. We had talked about each other several times in the past, so there was no need for a long explanation.

“Nice to meet you! Misha Karlstein!! I’ve heard a lot about you! Bjorn’s colleague is my colleague!! I look forward to seeing you in the future!”

Perhaps nervous because it was his first meeting with his colleague, Einar almost screamed and held out his hand.

What was embarrassing was Misha as well.

“Ah uh… Nice to meet you…”

Misha, who had been shaking hands with Einar almost like a possessed person, came to her senses and came to me.

And whispered in my ear.

“Hey, is this really the Einar you said about? Didn’t he say he was a barbarian at that time!!”

“however?”

“Wherever you look at him, he’s a barbarian!!”

Isn’t anyone a barbarian?

I didn’t understand at first, but when I think about it, I understand the surprise. Speaking of barbarians, most of them imagine with 2m as a base.

The problem is that Einar heard it.

“Misha Karlstein!! Are you insulting me for being short!!! I sincerely thought of you as a precious colleague…!!”

“Ah! No, I heard it wrong!”

“I have good ears!!”

“I’m sorry! I didn’t mean that. Huh? It’s just that you’re so pretty… Huh! That’s why—” “What!!

Mischa Karlstein, how much more are you going to insult me? Duel! Duel. apply!!”

As soon as the trauma button was pressed, Einar started screaming and Misha calmed it down.

As I watched, I got a strong headache.

“Ugh…the head…”

There was no doubt that the head hit by the tribal chief hadn’t healed yet.

um okay

otherwise it can’t be explained

Five team members haven’t even gathered yet, but there’s no way the thorny road is already in front of you.