The Indomitable Martial King Chapter 192

“Even the kingdom’s chase couldn’t catch them. This isn’t just a monster, it’s just as good as a famous bandit or group of thieves, isn’t it?”

Naturally, the Principality of Chatan and the Kingdom of Grime did not sit still as the damage from the Prozian bandits continued to increase. He mobilized his army and carried out several clearing operations around the outskirts of the Three Tellad Mountains.

But there was no result at all.

For whatever reason, they strangely left no trace. No, to be exact, it left a trace. But no matter how hard you try to track it, all traces always end deep inside the remote area.

It was something beyond common sense. It is incomprehensible that slaves could survive in the harsh terrain of the Setelad Mountains, which are infested with monsters, and even if that were the case, those who lived there would definitely leave traces.

However, no matter how many bounty hunters were hired to track them and wizards were used to detect them, they could not find their base. All I found was traces of the campsite where I had stayed for a while.

So much so that the famous Bounty Hunter, Downt, even made this statement and declared giving up.

-Nonsense! Don’t these guys seem to fall from the sky, wander around the mountains, and then disappear again?

Rumdard looked at the slaves behind the ranks with wary eyes.

“It’s hard to understand. I understand that they are used to fighting because there are orc gladiators, but how on earth are they avoiding the military’s search? … .”

Even Rumdard, who was a veteran of the mercenary army, had no confidence in doing such a thing against the army. The mercenary man following him shrugged his shoulders.

“Well, aren’t they desperate in their own way? “Even if it were me, if my brother or family was going through something like that, I would do whatever it takes to save them.”

Rumdard frowned slightly. He looked at the mercenary man and gave him a strange expression.

“You talk like they are people.”

“Hmm, but monsters don’t move like that, ever? “Even animals take care of their young, but they don’t take care of their own kind.”

The mercenary man scratched his head and responded awkwardly. Rumdard stared at the man and then just turned his head.

Although he only said one thing due to his status, honestly, he also had similar thoughts as the mercenary man.

If a sword-eater underestimates the strength of the enemy he must face, he will pay the price with his own life. And the movements of the Phrygian bandits that Rumdard had figured out were by no means a group of ferocious monsters. If you treated it like you would a normal monster, you would definitely end up burying its bones in the wilderness.

But I can’t show my true feelings in front of others.

“Don’t show off like that in front of the merchants. “You will find this offensive.”

Lumdard pointed at the carriage in front while making a subtle remark. The angry voices of Drag and other slave traders inside could be heard outside.

“The world is going crazy! Doesn’t a man named King Kwon treat slaves like human beings? What does he know about those who are no better than livestock? How can he claim to liberate his fellow countrymen?”

“That’s right. People who don’t know anything are being incited needlessly and disrupting order, eh!”

“If you just listen carefully, they will raise you and feed you well, so what’s so bad about it?” … .”

The upper procession continued on its way, followed by the noisy merchants’ carriages. The days in the mountains are short, and the deeper you go into the Setelad Mountains, the more slowly the sun sets.

It was just as the leader of the procession crossed the hill.

Hehehe!

A sharp whistling sound tore through my ears. At the same time, dozens of arrows flew at the same time and headed towards the escorts on horseback.

“Gagging!”

“Ahh!”

“Oops!”

In an instant, three of the guards fell from their horses, screaming.

‘omg!’

Rumdard widened his eyes in surprise. Most of those who fell were fully armed with chain mail and shields. In any attack, it is customary to attack first with arrows, so we prepared well in advance. However, these arrows accurately penetrated the gaps in the armor of the armed mercenaries.

‘Is this the level of formal archer training?’

Have you seen a gladiator shooting an arrow in an arena? Orc gladiators are never trained in archery. There was no way the Phrygian bandits, made up of slaves of different races, could have this kind of archery skill.

‘Couldn’t it be them?’

Rumdard shouted even in the confusion.

“It’s an enemy attack! “Everyone get in line!”

As they had trained in advance, the mercenaries and guards quickly formed a line in step. They raise shields to guard the carriage and form a circle surrounding the slaves. This will not only prevent the slaves from escaping, but also avoid the barrage of arrows if they are Phrygian bandits. You can’t aim at mercenaries and then aim arrows at your own people.

As the mercenaries formed their ranks, the rain of arrows stopped. Instead, people with bows appeared one by one from all over the trees. Rumdard was once again surprised to see both men and women showing signs of anger, especially the high proportion of women. Although they were all wearing masks, their long pointed ears on both sides clearly showed their identity.

‘Eh, elf? ‘How does an elf use a bow?’

At the same time, a group of troops hiding under a tree stand rose up with a loud cry.

“We are the Phrygian Liberation Army!”

“For our oppressed compatriots!”

“Stand up here now!”

Like the elves in the trees, they also had masks covering the lower part of their eyes. Dozens of heavily armed orcs and dwarves attacked the upper procession, pushing away the covering bushes.

“Brothers! “Let us save our suffering compatriots!”

“Waaaa!”

The merchants and mercenaries shouted at the same time.

“It’s a monster!”

“It’s the Phrygian bandits!”

☆ ☆ ☆

Battles broke out all over the mountain paths.

Orcs with ferocious looks, wielding huge axes and great swords, move among the mercenaries. On the outskirts, dwarves armed with halberds and battle hammers form a line and apply pressure. Arrows are flying overhead one after another. Every time the elves on the tree bounce their sons-in-law one after another, they scream.

“Ahh!”

“Aaaah!”

Amidst the screams of his subordinates, Rumdard shouted as if screaming.

“Sayer! “Please protect us from those vicious bastards!”

When humans fight among themselves, they usually call out the name of Ares, the God of Fighting, but when the opponent is a non-human race or a monster, it is a habit of knights and mercenaries to seek the blessings of Sayre, the god of mankind.

Rumdard drew his sword while shouting Sayer’s blessing. A dwarf holding a halberd blocked his path. Rumdad gnashed his teeth and struck down his sword.

“die!”

“Don’t die!”

Giving a conflicting response, the dwarf swung his halberd. A flash of light flashed before my eyes, and blood spurted from Rumdard’s chest. Dizzy from his pain, Rumdard lost consciousness.

“Big… … .”

Looking at the falling Rumdard, the dwarf and cardamite glanced at their opponent’s well-being. Although he was seriously injured, his life was not cut short thanks to his exquisite avoidance of critical points. Although it is a very advanced technique, it is not very difficult for him as an Auror user.

A gray-skinned orc approached him while cutting down another mercenary.

“Hey, Kada… … .”

“Ugh! “Don’t call me by my real name!”

Cardamite jumped up and put his finger to his mouth. Hadatum, the chief of the Gray Orc and Gray Kite tribe, looked stricken.

“Oh right. “Anyway, you’re not going to kill these guys, right?”

“That’s right.”

Currently, the heterogeneous army, the Phrygian Liberation Corps, has not committed suicide against the mercenaries.

This was after secretly following the boss for several days and spying on the situation. The Maul leaders were a horse species not worth keeping alive, but this Rum mercenary group led by Rumdard was a bit different.

‘When I came here, I saw that the kids had pretty good personalities.’

The Room mercenaries did not treat their slaves particularly harshly, and paid attention to their meals occasionally to maintain their physical strength. He also stopped merchants when they were about to move their slaves. As a result of the change in perception of other races spreading across the continent, there are people who feel guilty about not treating them as harshly as before.

‘People like this will come back the more you keep them alive.’

Those who treat the slaves harshly are all killed, but those who treat them gently survive. If this fact spreads, the treatment of other slaves would also be eased. Even if you try to whip him, you’ll think twice.

Of course, the vast majority would still behave the same way as before, but change usually starts from small things like this.

“Keuuk!”

“Ahh!”

The number of mercenaries falling down with screams gradually increased. However, although there were injuries, there were no deaths. The difference in skill between these heterogeneous warriors and mercenaries was so extreme that it was enough to overwhelm the situation even by defeating them without risking their lives.

Inevitably, this Phrygian liberation group was not actually made up of runaway slaves.

They are Dwarf Auror users Cardamite and Maloid, Orc Auror users Gather, Relhard, the chieftain of the Danheim clan, and the best of each race they lead.

This was the reason why the Kingdom of Grime and the Principality of Chatan could not find them. Every time they rob a slave merchant, they use the space portal of the Daiman Terminal and fly them to the Grand Forge or the Kingdom of Antares, so how can they find any traces?

Relhad shouted from the tree.

“Third column, start shooting!”

The elves continued to shoot arrows sequentially. Each time, the arrow precisely targets the gap in the mercenaries’ armor and penetrates their thighs and shoulders. The injury is not life-threatening, but it is enough to render him incapable of combat.

It was truly an amazing feat. Anyone can shoot an arrow, but it takes a lot of training to hit the target. However, all the elves here are showing off their bow skills like top-class archers.

Relhad laughed to himself as he pulled the arrow.

‘Maybe it’s because my spirit power has increased, but now it’s not a problem to hit from this distance.’

Elves, who can communicate with the wind spirit and read the texture of the wind, have traditionally been natural archers. In old stories before they were distorted, elves were always portrayed with the image of a bow. The truth is now forgotten, but with the revival of the World Tree, the elves’ sense of archery has also been revived.

That was when the battle was in full swing. Orc screams erupted from across the ranks.

“Kraak!”

“huh?”

Maloid and Hadatul turned their heads at the same time. Was there anyone among the seemingly insignificant mercenaries who had the skills to take down an orc warrior?

Then, a dwarf warrior’s scream was heard. Orc and dwarf warriors fell, sprinkling blood, and about a dozen knights appeared behind them. Unlike the mercenaries, their armor was shiny and shiny.

“You showed up as expected! Runaway slaves!”

Each of the knights was holding a long sword that was filled with flames and lightning. It looks completely different from an Auror. Malloyd frowned at her.

“You’re a magic swordsman!”

These were knights from the Principality of Chatan who were specially invited by Maul Dandan. The Principality of Chatan, which considers commerce as the basis of its state, often allows knights to participate in the work of the merchants as long as they pay an appropriate price.

Originally, a knight was a being full of pride, and no matter how ordered he was, he would never step out to protect the top. However, the knights of the Principality of Chatan had very weak concepts of honor and pride, so this happened quite often.

Grad shouted triumphantly from inside the carriage.

“Hehe, did you think I would just let you guys set this up forever!”

The demon swordsmen drew their swords and confidently walked towards the other races. As in a country where all they have is money, everyone was covered in expensive barding.

The magic swordsmen shouted proudly.

“Everyone kneel! “If you surrender quietly, I will spare your life!”

Maloid smiled wryly as he polished his greatsword.

“Why should we surrender?”

“You are so stupid, like slaves! “Even if I kneel down and pray right now, it won’t be enough!”

One of the magic swordsmen snorted. The armor he wore was excellent barding, providing powerful strength, reflexes, and defense that ordinary knights could not match. The knights of the Principality of Chatan wearing barding like this could slaughter dozens of soldiers in one go.

“Do you think you guys will be our opponents?”

The magic swordsmen activated the magic of barding and strengthened their physical abilities. And that was when he smiled in remorse and said he would show off the spicy taste.

Cardamite, who was standing next to Maloid, raised his halberd high.

“What’s not to do?”

Ugh!

The vivid red-brown aura brightened up the dark night sky!

“Huh?”

Confusion and astonishment passed through the magic swordsman’s eyes. It wasn’t just that. Both Haattu and Maloid each raised their Blade Auras.

“What the hell is this!”

Three blade auras are clearly reflected above the eyes of the magic swordsman inside the helmet. The magic swordsman couldn’t believe his eyes and let out a trembling voice.

“W-what!”