Genius Corpse-Collecting Warrior - Chapter 165
Gray Fighter (1)
The night air was cold.
The cold wind flowing along the valleys and ridges of the mountain range cut mercilessly through my collar.
Still, it was fortunate that the snowfall that had been falling for the past few days had subsided. The warchief’s funeral procession was walking under the clear night sky.
Dallen, who was walking at the front, was unconsciously stroking his chin, but he lowered his hand and tried to hold the hand of Lucia, who was following him.
“OMG? vs. Dallen?”
“It’s cold.”
“Oh, I guess it’s because the weather is cold, right? Dallen is this strangely warm?!”
“I know we have quite a long way to go. “It would be good to keep your hands and feet warm.”
Dallen made Lucia’s palm bloom with his thumb and placed a flame created with magic on it.
The ball of fire burning scarlet was not hot. I just muttered softly and warmed my hands with a gentle warmth.
After making a hand warmer, I took the lead again and Arbor from the subspace grumbled in an angry voice.
[Anyway, the unintentional act of affection is really…let’s say it’s also part of the culture of one’s hometown. That’s true for the native High Orcs, but the rest of us aren’t even Hands?]
Why is this bastard fighting again? Are you getting better now that you’ve been hit less these days?
Dallen was thinking of opening the entrance to subspace, but gave up.
Even so, since it was the warchief’s funeral procession, it didn’t seem like an appropriate situation to beat someone up.
And when I thought about it slowly, I realized why the horns had grown like that…
‘Did you get upset because I fed you Z’tank’s essence?’
[…….]
‘People can make mistakes. It’s unfortunate that I couldn’t digest it and vomited, but it’s just vomit anyway. If you have the authority to manipulate subspace, you can clean it up right away, right?’
[…Still, I hope you will refrain from force-feeding me strange essence from next time. I don’t know why, but… it’s incomparably harder than when you wield it like a weapon.]
‘Yes. ‘Let’s do that.’
Dallen nodded gently. Although he treats him like a slave with a holy object, Arbor is ultimately a companion who will be with him for a long time to come.
Recently, activity has been steadily increasing compared to before.
It seems like he has some sort of PTSD from force-feeding him something, so it’s not that difficult to be careful about this part.
Sabak. Sabak.
My feet sink into the snow that has piled up for several days. The funeral procession left the village limits and headed toward the Valley of the Tombs.
We cross the valley where a bloody battle took place just a few days ago and enter the sanctuary basin surrounded by cliffs.
Passing by the sanctuary that had become a huge pile of stones.
Behind it, it takes a wide turn around the slowly cooling lava lake.
The traces left by the procession on the pure white snow field appeared to cross the sanctuary basin in a straight line.
A narrow side road located on the opposite side from the entrance leading to the Valley of the Tombs.
As we entered the narrow path between the distant cliffs, Warchief Tarum opened his mouth.
“I heard that when people say goodbye to family or friends, they call as many people as possible.”
“yes.”
“High Orcs are different. Only family can be together at the end of a High Orc. When a warchief dies, the chieftains and special guests gather to send him off. “The warchief is the family of every tribe.”
In the dark. Tarum’s black eyes sparkled. Water forming slightly in the large eyes. Dallon said.
“Don’t cry.”
“I didn’t cry! Warriors don’t cry! “It’s because dust got into my eyeballs!”
Tarum started screaming and rubbing his eyes.
Dallen chuckled and patted his back. There was too much of a height difference for us to tap each other on the shoulder.
“Still…it’s not common for numbers to be this small.”
Tarum, who was rubbing the area around his eyes, muttered softly. Dallen sighed softly and glanced back.
The funeral procession was led by him and Warchief Tarum, followed by Dallen’s group and the chieftains carrying the sarcophagus.
In total, the number was less than twenty.
A number too modest for a funeral for the leader who rules the Tooth Mountains of the world.
If more than half of the chieftains had not been killed in this fight, the number of people following the procession would have been double what it is now.
“But with you guys, Tsutumpa won’t be lonely.”
Tarum said, shaking off his bitter energy. He hurried his steps and led the procession into the side street.
Hwiiii…!!
As they went deeper into the side road, a strong gust of wind greeted them. At the same time, the temperature dropped rapidly by the minute.
Felber had to use a spell to reduce the cold and Lucia had to revitalize herself with a battle prayer.
Just when Dallen was wondering whether he should draw out even a little of the dragon’s blood’s power, the gust of wind suddenly died down and the view opened up.
Whoa…
What unfolded before my eyes was the endless frozen land of the north.
The end point of the World’s Tooth Mountain Range, which starts from the eastern border of the Tsardom and extends endlessly to the northeast.
The end of the side road, which jutted out between the sheer cliffs as if God had cut them with a blunt blade, was the land the group stood on.
Clouds billow beneath your feet, and beyond, the starry night sky meets the pure white frozen ground of the north.
The group could not close their mouths at the sight that seemed as if the universe had come down to greet the earth.
[The body of the gray fighter was found.]
Dallon was no different.
I put aside the notification window that pops up in the corner of my vision for a moment and enjoy the magnificent view that couldn’t be captured with the poor pixels of the monitor.
Somewhere in that endless frozen land that is sparsely visible and obscured by clouds, there must be the demons of Xun who have appeared to invade this continent.
There was no way I could see him right away, but I would meet him at some point in the near future.
“Welcome everyone to the first sanctuary.”
Tarum said, pulling down his hood.
He walked forward with great strides and stopped in front of a small stone tomb that looked like it was overlooking the northern land.
“The first sanctuary has long been a place where only the warchief and his successor can come. But the place where our Chingu Tsutumpa was buried has now collapsed…his body will return to the dust and wind here.”
Tarum gestured. Then the chieftains carrying the sarcophagus came forward and placed the sarcophagus in front of the stone tomb.
Tarum placed his only remaining hand on the sarcophagus and began to speak with white breath.
“A long time ago, when demons trampled this land. The Great Ancestor suddenly came down and led the High Orcs and other races.”
The empty left sleeve flaps in the wind that blows from somewhere.
Even though Felber offered to turn back time and recreate it, he vehemently refused, saying he would never forget what happened, so it was a scar left behind.
“After tearing through hundreds of demons, his sword broke and his ax cracked. The great ancestors had a choice. “Will he consider that he has fulfilled his role and return to heaven, or will he remain on this earth and drive out the devils until the end?”
Hwareuk.
Purple flames bloomed from Tarum’s hands.
“The great ancestors decided to remain on land. He sacrificed his life in exchange for completely driving out the evil spirits. Warchief Thumpa followed in the footsteps of his great ancestors. May his body return to the earth and wind, and may his soul eat and fight to its heart’s content in the heavenly sanctuary of the great ancestors.”
Tarum fell silent.
The purple flames that covered the entrance to the sarcophagus like a thin film began to slowly gnaw away at the coffin from the bottom.
The dust crumbled by the flames is carried by the wind and disappears between the clouds.
The size of the sarcophagus was as large as that of the Thumpa, so it seemed like it would take quite some time for it to completely turn into dust.
Dallen carefully scratched the bridge of his nose and looked away, being careful not to break the solemn atmosphere.
There was an ashen body next to the stone tomb of the great ancestor.
Unlike the other corpses recovered so far, this is the image of a martial artist with his eyes wide open in a pose of power.
[Corpse of a gray fighter]
– This is the corpse of a martial artist who resisted destruction. He developed a deep friendship with the High Orc Warchief, Thumpa, and continued his training in seclusion for a long time in the Tooth Mountains of the world. He fought until the very end against the army of Sun that invaded the north, but was defeated and pushed back in the battle of the sanctuary, where he dealt the final blow to the demons and died.
Was it just past the 100th episode?
The corpse in front of me was the result of an episode in which I locked myself in the mountain with the intention of just practicing control until I was exhausted, as I could not see any sign of clearing it even after hundreds of attempts.
In the end, I focused on sparring and hunting with the High Orcs until the world was destroyed, and then witnessed the final invasion for the first time and truly experienced the insane difficulty of this game.
This was also the first time I became friends with the High Orcs, who were warlike but were not good at food or fighting.
‘Body absorption.’
As I move little by little, stretch out my hand, and concentrate my will, the corpse slowly scatters.
The moment the corpse turned into a halo of light and was sucked into my fingertips, a fullness I had never felt before swirled within me.
[The body of the gray warrior has been recovered. Ability is inherited.]
[Inheritance Reward:]
What is it? Why don’t I get notifications?
Are there still bugs in a world that isn’t even a game? Even though he thought to himself, he thought it was nonsense and blinked his eyes, wondering if he had seen something wrong.
Terrible.
Terrible.
And blink again.
“…What the fuck?”
The funeral procession that had been with us until just now had all disappeared and the scene before our eyes had changed.
***
It was a snowy mountain.
Not the Tooth Mountains of the world, but the snowy mountains you start with when you first create a character.
The only trace of people on the ankle-deep snow was a solitary cabin.
Originally, it would have been that way.
“Ah…it’s been a long time.”
If it weren’t for this large man looking back at the snowy mountain scenery with his white breath blowing.
The man, who seemed to be about a head taller than Dallen, looked at each of the axes for chopping firewood and drying racks for leather that were lying around in the backyard.
The eyes did not contain emotions such as longing.
Gazes and movements that are filled with an inexplicable sense of duty, as if it is something that must be done.
Dallen subtly placed his hand on her waist. Fortunately, Dok2 was fine.
And the moment he was about to open his mouth, the large man started speaking as if he had stopped breathing.
“It was an unforgettable scene. There was a time when I tried to forget. However, even though I fought on the battlefield with mercenaries for ten years and was locked in the mountains for several times longer than that, whenever I felt like I had forgotten, he would appear in my dreams.”
“…….”
“It wasn’t perfume. Because there was nothing I would miss about this place. Having spent more than half of my life with the High Orcs, I don’t feel friendly with them either. It was only after reaching great territory that I finally found out. “It was because the source of everything for me was this snow-covered mountain.”
The man scratched his chin. Then he turned his gaze and looked at Dallen.
Likewise, Dallon, who was trying to scratch his chin, paused for a moment when he saw those eyes.
Of course it was only for a moment. Because I wasn’t the type of person to care about what others thought so much as to leave an itch without scratching it.
The man who saw that action laughed lowly. It was a somewhat unpleasant laugh.
Dallen thought about laughing along so the other person would feel the same way, but then changed his mind. And said.
“Dalver.”
“…You know my name after all.”
I have no choice but to know. It’s the name of a character I created.
He appears to be about 2 meters and 50 centimeters tall. Rough leather clothing that exposes rock-like muscles.
The appearance was customized with a lot of care, with tanned skin and long, gray-white hair.
Of course, the countless scars covering his skin and the clear white tattoos engraved on his entire body were acquired elements acquired while playing.
“I’ve waited a long time. In the well of Yeokcheon, where even the concept of time is lost. “I waited and waited for the day when I could set foot on this snowy mountain once again, without being able to enjoy the grace of oblivion given to humans.”
He clenches his bronze fists.
That alone made the air tremble.
Snow melted several meters in radius from where the man was standing, and the ground shook slightly as if there had been an earthquake.
Left foot forward and right foot diagonally backward. The man raised his lightly clenched fist and aimed it at Dallen, speaking in a low, seething tone.
“Come, you who have finally arrived across the timeline and foretold by the well of the inverted sky. Are you truly worthy of seeing the end of all this? I will try it out with my own hands.”
Dallen naturally placed his hand on the head of the ax and slowly pulled his right foot back.
While tapping the head of the ax with his index finger, he sighed softly and muttered.
“You’re screwed.”
A mirror match with old characters.
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