Chapter 65 : Chapter 65
Chapter 65. The Roar of Evil Echoing in the Forest (4)
The Ogre had never received such treatment until now.
From the moment it was born, the Ogre stood in the position of a ruler.
There were none who dared to oppose it, and those around only revealed reverence along with fear.
However, the black-haired human in front of its eyes was sneering at it.
Looking down at itself, who was born to rule.
KRAAAA—!
The Ogre shouted a rough roar toward Blanc, feeling rage from deep within its chest.
Orcs standing next to the Ogre as if attending it rushed toward the Cadmus Knights with that sound.
The momentum of about 20 Orcs rushing while shouting ferocious roars was a sight that anyone would be daunted by, but Blanc’s swords welcomed them without an inch of retreat.
Hansen grasped Blanc’s intention.
He skillfully commanded Simon and Rakshar, guiding the Orcs toward themselves, trying to separate the battlefield into two.
Although the knights were instantly surrounded by 20 Orcs, they, having quickly created a triangular defensive formation at Hansen’s command, calmly cut down the Orcs.
As the Orcs were dragged away as Hansen intended, naturally a battlefield of only the Ogre and Blanc was created.
Blanc admired Hansen who perfectly performed his intention and looked at the Ogre.
Two heads on shoulders were looking down at Blanc murderously.
Blanc calmly raised his sword without any agitation even facing the hideous Ogre.
“Come!”
As if understanding Blanc’s words, the Ogre shouted a ferocious roar and rushed at Blanc.
Speed unbelievable to have come from a massive body.
However, the Ogre was a clever monster unlike its massive size.
The ominous and evil thing momentarily accelerated in front of Blanc’s eyes, trying to deceive Blanc’s eyes and disrupt timing.
However, Blanc, having spread his senses, had already predicted the Ogre’s sudden action.
“Hup!”
Blanc lowered his body and dodged the massive club the Ogre swung.
The club that narrowly grazed Blanc’s head struck the ground with formidable momentum, creating a fountain made of soil.
However, even though a roar like thunder sounded behind his back, Blanc calmly dug under the Ogre and cut its heel.
“KRAAAA!”
‘Shallow.’
But the Ogre’s hide was thick and tough.
Even though Blanc, holding the White Thunderbolt, thrust the sword at the exact moment, he only inflicted a shallow wound.
However, that wound made the Ogre flinch.
‘Now!’
Blanc didn’t miss that moment, nimbly climbed up the Ogre’s back, and swung the sword strongly toward one head.
KRAA!
The Ogre turned its head even while flinching and dodged the fatal wound, but.
“Where!”
Blanc stuck to the end with precise swordplay and eventually took an eyeball from the Ogre.
KRAAAAAK!
The Ogre screamed, fully accepting the feeling of iron burrowing roughly into its eyeball.
The Ogre’s desperate scream.
That sound eventually jumped over the shoulders of Blanc and Cadmus knights and echoed widely even to the battlefield where Tolome’s soldiers and monsters were tangled.
“Success?”
Blanc, who said he would lead Cadmus knights to deal with the master of the forest while Noel and Aubert attracted attention dealing with monsters.
It was a dangerous plan whoever looked at it, but the twin knights had faith that if it was Blanc, he could do it.
Blanc Cadmus. Because he was the knight who killed the Fear of the Era.
The Ogre’s mournful scream echoing long once again.
Hearing that sound, monsters realized their plight fallen into a disadvantageous situation and were stepping back.
Before they knew it, the momentum of the battlefield was tilting.
“Leave not even one alive!”
A lion does not gently send back things frightened of it.
Aubert shouted a massive roar not inferior to the Ogre’s sound.
The lions of Tolome revealed their teeth in the darkness.
***
Blanc didn’t stop at taking one of the Ogre’s eyes and tried to climb onto the opposite shoulder to aim for the other head, but.
Sensing eerie momentum, the Ogre quickly rolled on the ground trying to crush Blanc.
Blanc, noticing the Ogre’s intention, quickly jumped off the shoulder and landed safely, but at that moment, a massive club was striking down toward Blanc’s head.
At the spontaneously felt murderous momentum, Blanc raised his sword with instinctive movement, but he couldn’t perfectly offset the Ogre’s massive brute force in an unprepared posture.
“Baron!”
Blanc’s body was pushed by the Ogre’s club and flew instantly to the entrance of the forest.
Seeing that, Hansen and knights tried to move hurriedly to rescue Blanc, but remaining Orcs blocked their movement.
“Move! Move!”
Rakshar, seeing his master whom he cherished more than life fly away, completely let go of reason.
Rakshar bit Orcs with his mouth and tore things in front with claws, revealing the ferocious nature of a Werewolf.
“Rakshar! Snap out of it!”
Hansen did his best to restore Rakshar’s reason even in urgency.
However, Blanc’s single hand gesture had a greater effect on Rakshar than Hansen’s desperate voice.
Blanc walking out of the forest covered in dirt.
Blanc wiped the blood on his mouth with his arm and gave a hollow laugh.
“If Sir Edwin saw my appearance right now, he would have been furious.”
Seeing Blanc walking out perfectly fine, the Ogre couldn’t help but be astonished.
It was a blow struck with certainty, putting all its strength.
However, the human in front of its eyes was walking as if nothing happened.
Grrrrr…….
However, if once didn’t work, it just had to strike until it worked.
The Ogre roughly pulled out the burst eyeball and threw it on the ground.
KRAAAAA!
Then bursting all rage inherent in its instincts, it explosively rushed toward Blanc once again.
“Phew……”
Blanc admitted that the Twin-headed Ogre’s agility easily exceeded his expectations.
Blanc decided to create an opening himself rather than finding one in the Ogre possessing fast speed.
Blanc took a deep breath watching the massive shadow rushing toward him blocking the moon.
The wounded Ogre struck down toward Blanc’s head with all its might containing its rage and fear.
Looking at momentum alone, it was a fierce blow likely to split even a mountain.
However, Blanc watched the club approaching him with a calm expression until the end.
Until it came to the position he wanted.
“Hup!”
Then he raised the sword and parried the Ogre’s club.
Then, an unbelievable thing happened.
The Ogre with two heads lifted its head and looked at the sky.
The moon hidden in clouds was emitting faint light and illuminating the grasslands.
And its own massive club raised mercilessly high toward the moon was seen.
However, the Ogre had no choice but to be flustered.
Because the current situation was not what it intended.
The Ogre wouldn’t have understood, but Blanc was a master of the sword who received sword instruction from the Knight of Speed.
Blanc disrupted the Ogre’s hitting point with momentary sword movement and dispersed its force high into the sky.
Tolome’s knights watching that spectacle also couldn’t help but be astonished.
Because Blanc’s swordsmanship, killing force with technique rather than force against force, had already easily exceeded their realm.
Looking at the Ogre who instantly lost the initiative of attack, Blanc’s eyes shone.
Blanc quickly pulled up his mental world and overlaid his world on the sword of Aselheit.
And swung.
He cut the Ogre’s ankle and the collapsing hamstring.
He cut the Ogre’s left arm collapsing to one side.
Before the Ogre’s knee touched the ground, he cut off the one head whose eyeball he had cut earlier.
Every time the White Thunderbolt shot meteor showers, massive wounds were created under the Ogre’s tough hide.
All this happened in the time of one breath.
The Ogre let out a sorrowful roar feeling its body gradually crumbling regardless of will.
The one remaining head spotted the massive club fallen over there and extended the remaining right arm to grab it.
“Where!”
However, that attempt was thwarted by a knight whose whole body was covered in blood.
That knight pierced the Ogre’s right hand with a sword and pinned it deep into the ground.
The Ogre lifted its palm trying to pull it out, but this time felt something sharp burrowing deep into its shoulder.
A white-haired old knight drove a sword into the Ogre’s shoulder.
At the moment it tried to shout a roar of rage at humans clinging to it like a swarm of ants.
The Ogre’s one remaining head was stuck fast to the ground by rough hand movements.
Grrrrr…….
Werewolf’s growling was heard by the Ogre’s ear.
Cadmus knights, having finished all Orcs before anyone knew, had run to subdue the Ogre.
The Ogre tried hard to escape from the knights, but stopped resisting seeing Blanc slowly approaching it.
So it was this feeling.
The Ogre had killed and brought to their knees the strong ones in Bronberg forest.
Like that, it broke them one by one and became the indisputable master of the forest, but now it was rolling on the ground in a wretched appearance.
Woooowoooo…….
The Twin-headed Ogre purely admitted.
That the black-haired human in front of its eyes was also a being born to rule just like itself.
The Ogre born to rule became a loser for the first time today.
And the end of a loser was the same in any world.
Kraaa.
The Ogre let out a sorrowful crying sound and sensed its end.
Blanc held his sword and approached the Ogre.
Then, he held the sword seriously in a posture as if executing a sinner and looked at the Ogre.
Just in time, the moonlight escaping the clouds brightly illuminated Blanc’s shoulder.
Silver blessings sent down by Goddesses fell onto Blanc’s shoulder.
“Now who will ignore my swords!”
Blanc shouted, lifting his sword.
Not only Cadmus knights but everyone on the battlefield was watching that appearance.
“After today passes, people will remember the Cadmus Knights by a different name!”
Blanc’s sword went up to the highest place in the sky and pierced the moon. Then.
SPLAT.
Struck down toward the King of the Forest.
Blood spurting from the Ogre’s neck dyed the grasslands of Bronberg along with white moonlight.
“From today, the world will remember the Cadmus Knights as Ogre Slayers!”
Blanc howled loudly in the grasslands of Bronberg.
“Who are we!”
The shout of Ogre Slayer echoed high into the dark night sky.
***
This Bronberg expedition of Tolome Knights could be called a great success.
From the perspective of Tolome and from the perspective of the Adams Family who called them.
Tolome, as always, revealed their skills undoubtedly and achieved the mission.
Count Renald, although it wasn’t his power, still called Tolome Knights at the appropriate time to resolve the residents’ fear and simultaneously removed the headache called monsters.
With the monster subjugation of Bronberg, Tolome proved their skill and built an excellent track record, and Adams planted confidence in territory management in the residents.
However, there was a family that saw even bigger profit than these two families.
It was Cadmus.
Simon shrugged looking down at the pattern of an Ogre with two heads engraved on his armor.
Knights used to engrave a kind of kill mark on their armor every time they killed such a mighty monster.
Among them, the Ogre’s kill mark was highly regarded even in the world of knights.
Moreover, what was engraved now was the kill mark of a Twin-headed Ogre, not a normal Ogre, so it was understandable for Simon to shrug.
Until now, they were ignored as knights of a newborn knight order with no track record and no name, but seeing the kill mark engraved on their armor, no knight would be able to ignore them recklessly.
Count Renald greatly rejoiced at the achievement created by Tolome and Cadmus and held a banquet lasting a whopping week.
‘This is uncomfortable.’
Blanc couldn’t escape from right next to Count Renald during the week-long banquet.
“Haha! I have never seen an Ogre Slayer of such young age!”
It wasn’t uncomfortable being next to Renald.
The woman sitting on his right was uncomfortable.
The women changing for the third time as of today were all Count Renald’s daughters.
The twin brothers sitting across from Blanc were also revealing awkward signs similarly.
No, precisely only Noel was doing so.
Count Renald was shocked knowing the headcount of monsters the subjugation team brought was nearly two thousand.
Even if low-level monsters like Goblins were mixed in, disposing of two thousand with 170 troops was truly an unbelievable feat.
He recognized that Blanc and the twin knights sitting in front of him were extraordinary men and was doing his best to marry at least one of them to his daughter.
Especially in Blanc’s case, although he was a married man, considering his young age and development potential, Renald thought it wouldn’t be a waste to give one daughter as a second wife, so he seated Blanc next to him and was putting in effort.
However, sadly, since the Adams Count Family was a family that couldn’t give help to Tolome or Cadmus except for the status of Count, Noel and Cadmus were laying low as much as possible.
“So, Baron Blanc! Is there anything you want? I want to give a gift to the Ogre Slayer who saved Bronberg?”
Count Renald said it with the intention of handing over his daughter, but there was already something drawn in Blanc’s head.
“Yes. Count. There is something I want; may I dare to speak?”
“Speak quickly!”
Count Renald and his daughters shone their eyes waiting for the words to fall from Blanc’s mouth.
However, the words that came out of Blanc’s mouth were beyond their expectations.
“I want to borrow a partial area of Bronberg’s grasslands. I am thinking of a term of about one year.”
At Blanc’s cloud-grasping words, Count Renald was momentarily flustered but soon composed himself and asked the reason.
“Why are the grasslands needed?”
Blanc smiled and answered Count Renald’s question.
“Because there are things I need to release and raise there for a while. There will absolutely be no damage to Count and Count’s property.”
Renald wondered if Blanc was interested in the livestock industry and answered he would readily do so.
Since the Adams Count Family wasn’t using all of the vast grasslands anyway, granting Blanc’s request wasn’t that difficult.
“Right. Is there nothing else you want other than this?”
Count Renald persistently aimed at Blanc and continued speaking again, but.
“I obtained the payment I should receive and even Count Renald’s goodwill; if I hope for more, that would be excessive greed.”
At Blanc’s firm answer, the faces of Count Renald and his daughters became sullen.