Chapter 50 Cocky Bastard [part 1]
The next few nights for Northern was pretty bland—first he made sure he took maximum rest and made sure that his body was in a good condition.
And while doing that he did a few things like inspecting his growth from the war.
Northern was almost ripped apart by shock when he found out that his talent fragments went up by 100.
'I must have fought so many monsters' He thought.
Of course, he couldn't wave away his regret of not having the last kill on that Razorlf general. That would have undoubtedly earned him at least six talent fragments.
Sadden but he quickly raised his spirit with a crazy goal—to make sure he gets the last kill on Night Terror. Of course his mighty general should be worth more.
That was Northern's guess anyways, he had not come to really know if the danger level of monsters played a role to the amount of talents he received from them.
Speaking of Night Terror, Northern had not laid a glimpse on him since he woke up.
"The wounds he received seemed quite severe, is he resting…" Northern murmured to himself.
He heaved a smile, putting his arms akimbo and closing his eyes.
"I guess even a terror like him is not invincible."
He opened his eyes and glared into a straight distance, grasping his fist.
"I can do this…"
Killing Night Terror was not going to be an easy task but it was doable. He just had to do more of what he did the last time and it was all going to work out.
Northern summoned his armor, the slatternly armor weaved itself around his body as he stepped out of his room.
Northern's room was a significant change that occurred to him since he came back to the war, at first he feared it was temporary so he tried not to get used to it—not being able to communicate with monsters to know exactly why was a frustrating.
But it's been a while now and he was still using the room, no one seemed to have issues with that, his death guardian regularly came to serve him.
Still always with the indifferent look.
Mr Fluffy also stayed with him, except that it was now getting used to the monsters being around, growled less and ate more… slowly growing in size too.
After taking the curling stares down the tower where he stayed, Northern got down and traced an clear path to the yard, passing through the corners of the castle wall.
As always, several monsters were standing at the open area, sparring with each other, with their vicious talons striking to cleave flesh and crush bones.
Northern stood amongst the ranks of common monsters, immediately he reached them, they parted for him–most of them present were members of his own squad and after what they saw at the warfront, they showed him absolute respect and unwavering trust.
Fighting alongside Night Terror was not something even other generals had done. From the corners, they glared at Northern, their eyes filled with disapproval.
Northern did not care, he didn't mind. They were bound to be one or two who didn't roll with him. It was just bothersome that it had to be monsters.
When he thought about being a drifter, what he thought he would be doing is fighting and killing them. Not fighting with them and killing for them.
It was exhausting everytime he thought about it. What was more exhausting were the silent days he spent.
Maybe because he now felt a little bit stronger, thanks to the experience of his clone, talents fragments and items received he wanted to go back to the battlefield as soon as possible.
He also wanted to try these moves that played out in his head. Maybe it was just a fluke or maybe he had gotten stronger, he wanted to really know.
He had been keeping it cool but seeing this monsters brawl each other just made him wanted to jump at it too.
He looked around, setting his eyes for a particular hideous hellion. When he laid his eyes on it, Northern smirked and walked to it, cleanly going through the crowd of monsters—they also consciously tried not to block his path.
Reaching the muscular creature, Northern craned his neck to look into its horrifying eyes and said with his a vibrant glint in his eyes.
"Fight me!"
The creature indifferently lowered its head at Northern for a few seconds, no expression of any sort even after the human warrior had spoken his mind.
Northern scratched his head after.
"I guess it really does not understand…"
Northern stared absently for a few seconds and suddenly flung his hands toward the center of the arena, point to himself and the monster then materialized the Mortal Blade from nothing with an wicked grin on his face.
If at all the monster did not understand anything, his last two actions made things quite clear, especially that grin that was plastered to his face.
The monster for once contorted its face with irritation. It's expression was literally saying "I hate that smugness on your face, wipe it off"
Northern grinned even wider as the monster's expression changed for the first time.
He turned and majestically marched to the center of the arena. The two monsters that were grappling each other immediately stopped and moved back with their heads bowed.
Northern gripped the hilt of the Mortal Blade and headed to the center, then he turned and awaited his angel of death.
The monster, slowly approached, its muscles rippling with every thunderous step it took.
It's form was massive, almost like Night Terror in a way but battered with scars and burns, it's bipedal strong legs moved one after the other until it was standing in front of Northern.
It yanked the axe from its back and slammed it on the floor, then rested both hands on its handle.
Northern raised a corner of his lips.
'Cocky bastard'