Return of the Iron-blood Sword Hound Chapter 86

Chapter 86: The Iliad (2)

After a long sacrifice, Ahheman came down to the altar.

My whole body was drenched in sweat because I had been offering sacrifices non-stop for the past few days.

Eventually, Ahheman came down to the altar and smiled when he saw that the whole village was quiet.

‘… … At this point, everyone must have contracted the plague.’

In fact, he knew in advance that the Red Death would be rampant in Balak.

It’s strange not knowing. This is because Ahheman himself was the one who helped Leviathan, a famous poisoner, solve the red death in the jungle.

In fact, he had been in contact with the outside world for quite some time.

It is a way of helping the Leviathan family conduct clinical trials of new medicines or new drugs for natives who know nothing about floods, or encouraging and assisting the bourgeois family to make profit through unfair trade.

In return for Ahheman secretly supplying natives for experiments on human bodies, the Leviathan family would insinuate him with new poisons or new medicines, which soon led to the establishment of the authority of shamans.

For example, secretly releasing poison to poison the target, releasing the medicine he had and treating the target through work such as gaining trust.

Give me a bottle, give me medicine.

If there was someone who did not obey his words, he secretly released poison to poison him and made him lie down.

Then, not only the addicted patient but also his friends and family will be immersed in misery.

It was only natural in the atmosphere of Ballack that they were close to each other.

When it seemed that the patient’s life was at stake, Ahheman only stepped forward.

If he heals the patient by releasing the medicine he has with a plausible sacrifice, he, his family and friends all become ardent worshipers of Ahheman.

They would bow their heads in front of the shaman’s authority.

Lately, he felt that the shaman’s authority was gradually declining, and he was still feeling a sense of crisis.

The younger ones, including Iyen, the chief’s daughter, had never been sick or poisoned, so they did not know how to respect the shaman’s authority.

It became even worse after the arrival of the stranger, an empire that he had not liked at all a while ago.

The younger ones went out hunting without receiving various blessings from the shaman, and all other rituals were treated as unnecessary old customs or superstitions.

Then, the proposal from the Leviathan family was indeed tempting.

‘I’m thinking of doing a large-scale pestilence experiment in the flood.’

Ahheman swallowed dry saliva at the words of the Leviathan lion, who covered his entire body with a black mantle.

The messenger of Leviathan gave Ahheman the pathogen of the Red Plague and its antidote.

Spread the plague at the right time and detoxify it at the right time.

Through this clinical trial, Leviathan plotted a scheme to control the population of natives in the flood and accumulate clinical pathological data to open up a new realm.

By actively cooperating with this, Ahheman tried to raise the authority of the fallen shaman.

So, without anyone noticing, he poured red death into the river and drove countless people to their limbs.

By now, everyone should be suffering from the plague and wandering between death and death, so now he will make a splendid appearance, release the antidote, calm the situation, and enjoy authority comparable to that of a chieftain.

The arrogant youngsters who had looked down on him must now also look with respect and awe.

‘… … It’s safe to say that her granddaughter was also infected in case of suspicion.’

In order to avoid suspicion that he deliberately released the poison and staged a self-play, even his own granddaughter was made into a plague patient, so everything was perfect.

This was Ahhemman’s idea.

… … together?

After walking all the way to the center of the village, Ahheman could only tilt his head.

The village is too quiet to pass by.

The sick and their families and friends are naturally weak-minded and will look for a place to lean on and lean on.

He must be putting all his hopes on himself as he performs the ancestral rite, but no one comes out to meet him.

‘Are these all gone already?’

Ahhemman frowned. Could it be that the plague was stronger than expected and all the Balaks died?

then it’s difficult You should only be sick right before you die in moderation. First of all, you have to be alive to become a follower.

Ahhemman strapped a sack containing the Leviathan-made antidote to his side and quickly ran across the town square.

However, the surrounding barracks were all empty.

Only the frog cries noisily in the drained floor puddle.

at that time.

Ahhemman stood still in place.

A cloud of smoke was rising from a corner of the village.

And all the faces he knows are seen gathered there.

Everyone in Balak was all gathered in one place.

Laughing and chatting pleasantly, while eating a generous portion of meat.

“???”

Ahhemman opened his mouth wide.

how? How are they so fine? I’m sure you saw that you were caught in the red death before entering the ritual?

Ahhemman rubbed his eyes with the back of his hand, but that didn’t change anything.

Even the woman in front of me, stirring the boiling soup in the pot with a ladle, is her granddaughter Ahul!

Seeing that the granddaughter is getting well soon, Ahhemman’s mouth opens even more.

Ahhemman turned his back on the unbelievable reality.

He ran for a month and crossed the border of the village to the water source. He goes to the same river where he solved the red death.

“… … Heck, heo!”

He ran like the wind and arrived at the water source in the blink of an eye, and he was shocked once again.

Clear water still flows in the water source, which should have been contaminated by the red death.

The white salt sand bar and the carp climbing up the waterfall are also the same.

Monkeys infected with the red death, who should have died, were playing in the trees, and children from other tribes who came to catch carp also seemed healthy.

There was no aura of death anywhere.

“No, nonsense! how… … !?”

Ahhemman tore his hair.

That moment.

“Why, are you surprised that more people are alive than you thought?”

There was one sting that pierced Ahheman’s lungs deeply.

Ahhemman turned his head in surprise.

Then a boy appeared behind him.

Bikir. He was shining red eyes at Ahhem.

* * *

Meanwhile.

Bikir led all of Balak’s warriors, including Iyen and Ahhun, and was hiding here.

Ayen remembered clearly what Bikir had told everyone.

‘Ahheman will check the condition of the villagers as soon as the ritual is over, and he will jump right here in surprise at the fact that their diseases have been completely cured.’

because? Because he is the culprit who spread the red death throughout the jungle.

Bikir had heard of Ahhemman’s atrocities before returning.

He couldn’t remember the name of Ahheman, but at least the fact that Balak had an informer spread the red death, and that the informant was an old man in the position of a shaman.

‘At that time half of the natives of Red and Black Mountain died.’

Ahheman waited for the moment when the plague was most prevalent in order to satisfy his greed.

He planned to appear just in time and become the savior of the entire jungle.

But Ahheman missed the time.

The plague spread out of control and out of control, and most of the patients died one after another because of it.

The catastrophe that occurred from then on was terrible enough to be recorded in the history of the empire.

Those who perished in the machinations of the vested interests were only powerless and weak civilians.

Although the proper use of poison and medicine is the means of dominion of a shaman, Ahheman crossed the line. It’s been a while too.

“… … What?”

Ahheman glared at Bikir with wary eyes, but did not take any action.

Because all of Balak’s warriors were already surrounding him.

Everyone, young and old, was glaring at Ahhem. with very cruel eyes.

Ahheman, who expected everyone’s respectful eyes, was going crazy and jumping.

‘How did these cure the plague?’

Ahheman was greatly perplexed by the incomprehensible situation.

at that time.

Someone appeared in front of Ahheman.

Upon checking his face, Ahheman’s face turned white.

Balak’s chief ‘Night Fox’. Aquila was looking down at Ahheman with fierce eyes.

She was holding a piece of paper in her hand, which was an official document she had personally obtained from the Empire last night.

“The holy family, Quo Vadis, declared a holy war against the highly poisoned Leviathan. In the name of artificially developing and distributing a plague called ‘Red Death’. This is a statement demanding the truth about the red death incident.”

“Is that so? But why do I… … ?”

“powwow. don’t you think it’s weird I wonder why the plague that the Leviathan family was researching broke out here in the sea of ​​floods.”

“I, I, I don’t know. I just came out of the altar holding a sacrifice for the complete recovery of the tribe members… … .”

Then Aquila raised her hand and interrupted Ahheman.

And after exchanging glances with Bikir next to him, he opened his mouth.

“I don’t need anything. I want to see what’s in the sack at your waist.”