Revenge of the Iron-Blooded Sword Hound - Chapter 49

Episode 49 Husband Hunting (4)

The forest immersed in darkness is terribly silent.

The silence of the forest was terribly dark.

The sky seemed to have sprinkled a handful of coarse salt on the black carpet, but not a single ray of starlight could penetrate the dense vines and leaves to reach the bottom of the sea.

There is not a single sound of bugs chirping around.

Tap-Tattak-Tattak-

The gloomy sound of dim embers gnawing firewood.

“…”

Morgue Camus. She was glaring at the savages of Balak with her entire body bound.

She has good observation and memorization skills, and while being brought to this place, she was able to notice the names and status of the attackers to some extent.

Through the faint warmth and light of the embers, the silhouettes of savages are visible.

The person believed to be the leader is a girl around 17 years old.

My name is Ian.

Her hair was a mix of silver and black hair, her triangular ears, and her face was covered with charcoal soot that it was impossible to recognize her features.

But one thing is for sure.

She was strong enough to stop Vikir, a junior grader.

Beside him, a man grumbled as he put wood in the campfire.

The name of the man who shot himself with an anesthetic needle has been dying since a while ago, probably because his back hurt from Ahhun Bikir.

Most of the other women and men also looked about 17 or 18 years old.

They didn’t make a big fire, they covered the fire with ashes to make a quiet fire, and they sat around it.

“I couldn’t find a husband.”

“I liked the girl I met earlier.”

“I’ll catch you again someday.”

The three female warriors whisper among themselves.

Camus could not speak the barbaric language, but he could hear it, so he could roughly grasp the situation going back to their conversation.

The savages of Balak always said that around this time of year they would go on a ‘husband hunt’, ‘sexy hunt’, ‘son-in-law hunt’ and ‘daughter-in-law hunt’.

The targets are other tribes, and sometimes cross the borders of the empire.

The reason why people are looking for a spouse in other areas is simple. This is to avoid genetic diseases caused by incest and to bring in fresh blood from the outside.

For this reason, most warriors who go out to find a mate want a superior seed.

Once they kidnap a person of the opposite sex they like, if they are judged to be a useful seed, they immediately start making children, and if they are judged not to be useful, they enslave or kill them.

They especially welcomed women, because women are more important than men in increasing the population.

Is that why? This savage boy, whose name was Ahhun, had been staring at Kamyu and smiling viciously.

“My tribe’s men are going to run wild. Having caught such an excellent female.”

Kamyu, who understood Ahhun’s words, gnashed his teeth.

“Are you asking me to get the seeds of you barbarians? I’ll die then!”

Camu immediately tried to bite her tongue, but Ahhun gagged her mouth faster than that.

Ahhun giggled and thrust an arrowhead under Kamyu’s chin.

“I guess this cheeky slave needs some education.”

The moment he is about to put his hand on Camu’s body.

…chin!

Someone blocked Ahhun’s way.

Iyen. A female warrior who leads Balak’s young hunting party.

She brought the tip of her bow to Ahhun’s chest.

“go away.”

Iyen’s words were short.

Ah Hoon’s brow furrowed.

“What is it, boss? I caught him.”

“Bullying. Just a little bit quieter.”

“What are you talking about! I shot an anesthetic needle and put a noose on it!

“Who made that possible?”

Ah-Hoon is speechless for a moment when I-Yen asks coldly.

she continued.

“If I hadn’t interrupted that ‘boy who used a sword’ earlier, you would have died.”

I mean Bikir.

When Iyan mentioned the situation earlier, Ahhun began to tremble.

he exclaimed furiously.

“So you’re saying that this female belongs to the captain?”

“of course.”

“The captain is a woman!”

“What does it matter?”

At Iyen’s question, Ahhun shut his mouth as if he was at a loss for words.

Before long, a sharp blue life began to emanate from Iyen’s whole body.

A silver aura overflowed from the bow she was holding tight.

Seeing this, Camus widened her eyes.

That is the liquid aura that is the symbol of the graduates.

It was weak, but it clearly showed the level of a lower grader.

A 17 year old graduate. To think that there were other geniuses besides Vikir and himself in the world.

Whether Camus was surprised or not, Ayen didn’t care at all.

Meanwhile, Ahhun shook his head in front of Iyan’s power.

“Come on whenever you twist it. It will turn you into a bloody rice cake.”

“……I don’t twist.”

“You say no?”

“…No. Anyway. I’m giving up. That female captain, do whatever you want.”

Ahhun shook his head, brooding over his anger and sorrow.

Iyen finally took her eyes off Ahhun and looked back at Camus.

Camus did not particularly think that she had saved him.

That would be too.

“Your eyes are good. You have a good constitution. It seems you were born with good bloodline.”

This is because Iyen thoroughly looked into Camu with the eyes of seeing the product.

“I too was captured and sold into slavery by your Imperials, especially the Morgues.”

“…”

“You will be too.”

After speaking, Ayen closes her eyes for a moment and seems to think of someone.

“But you won’t have the same luck as me.”

Iyen, who opened her eyes soon, gritted her teeth and glared at Camus eyes.

“I’ll take time and slowly, deep in my bones, even my soul. So that tongue licking between my toes becomes a daily routine…”

But Iyen couldn’t finish the words.

…kwak!

It was because a loud explosion erupted through the bush behind him.

“Die. Beast-like barbarians.”

A voice like a death sentence.

At the same time, ice picks flew in and intercepted Balak’s hunting birds.

In less than a second, three or four hunting crew members in the rear died.

And behind him was Morgue Adolph, who was smoking red-colored mana stems.

Soon, the pursuers of Morgue and Baskerville are thrown into the battlefield one after another.

“I’ll pay off your earlier debt.”

The Staffordshire Baskervilles and the Baskerville triplets swung their swords and cut down several Balak hunters.

Morgue’s mages were also desperate.

Numerous attack spells flew in and created a loud light and explosion.

……but?

For some reason, Balak’s hunting team is unable to respond in a mediocre way.

Although the difference in power is so great, if they are determined and focus on fleeing rather than fighting back, they will be able to minimize the damage.

But why?

Balak’s hunting crew and the wolves they rode were very flustered and restless.

As if I was more concerned about the light and sound that Morgue and the Baskervilles made by surprise rather than the surprise.

“Ugh!? These crazy bastards made such a fuss in the flood sea at night!?”

Ahun stepped back in surprise.

His gaze, trembling with anxiety, was fixed on the darkness beyond the floodwaters, not the swords and magic that raged around him.

It was the same for Iyan, their leader.

“…”

Ayen moved hurriedly.

The first thing she did was not to counter Morgue’s magic or Baskerville’s sword, but to kick the sand to extinguish the fire.

When even the faint light disappeared, Balak’s hunting team finally began to move.

They rode on the backs of wolves and shot arrows as they retreated into the depths of the sea.

“They run away. Don’t leave even one alive!”

Staffordshire, the lead dog, spurred on the chase, encouraging the Hounds of the Baskervilles.

And there was a shadow approaching Camu taking advantage of this terrible darkness.

Bikir. In an instant, he cut the rope and noose from the stake and rescued Camus.

Even then, Kamyu, who was suffering from paralytic poison, was delighted when he checked Bikir’s face.

“……Hey you!”

“Shh.”

In the blink of an eye, Bikir hugged Camu and fell to the rear.

no. I was about to fall

If it weren’t for the silver shadow that blocked my eyes out of nowhere.

“I knew you would come. ‘The boy who used a knife well’.”

Iyen was facing Bikir head on.

She continued by examining Vikir’s entire body.

“A strong body that can cover this long distance in a short amount of time.”

“…”

“The upright mental strength to break through the darkness of floods.”

“…”

“A hot virgin who would risk his life to save his woman.”

“……?”

Bikir frowned.

Why did I have to listen to the evaluation of the barbarian woman right in front of me?

The moment Bikir just passed her and tried to dodge to the rear.

Ayen points a finger at Camu, who is in Bikir’s arms.

“I won’t ask about the past.”

The corners of her mouth curved in a gentle arc.

“pass.”