#225
Chalcos Tribal Federation (3)
Beorsen was a city formed around a large oasis in the middle of the desert, and was also a transportation hub leading to other regions in the south.
Even though the South has a strong emphasis on military force and is despised by other regions as a barbaric land, it is still a land where people live, so it was natural that commerce was an important factor.
Although it is not at the level of being called a big city, it is one of the trading cities that connects several regions and is always busy day and night.
That was Beorsen.
"…It was also the city where Baltheon came from and became his base…"
The past is everywhere, behind the sand dunes a little away from the city, which is now covered in an ominous and black aura.
"As expected, the situation looks unusual. "The rush is worth it."
Misty, who guided the hero party here, sighed and muttered softly.
A beautiful woman with healthy bronze skin typical of Southerners, dark brown hair braided in several braids, and black eyes that shine like obsidian.
Befitting her name as a great shaman, she had a splendid engraving that started from her forehead, passed through one eye, and continued all the way to her collarbone, but her eyes were almost closed, as if she was tired.
"…Are you okay? "I think you're overdoing it."
"It's not okay, but there's nothing we can do. "It was a situation where I had to overdo it."
In response to Heinrich's question, she rubbed her eyes and made a groaning sound.
That has to be the case.
Immediately after encountering the warrior party, she had to struggle quite a bit to move her warriors to keep pace with them.
No matter how elite the warriors are, if they had tried to follow the warrior party on their own, they would have all spread out by the time they arrived.
"It's not of much help in terms of combat anyway. So, I chose the one with the highest probability. "It must have been fate that I met you all."
Clearly, looking at the current situation, it seemed like a good choice to come with the warriors.
No matter how much the hero party's goal is to reach the leaders, Baltheon and Hans, there will be considerable obstacles in the process of getting there.
Misty, a great shaman who maintained a spell on hundreds of people for half a day and helped them get here quickly, secretly, and in the best condition.
"And our meeting must also be fate."
…She was suddenly next to Harley, leaning on his massive forearm and whispering softly.
"Huh?"
"Ahh—I've never seen such beautiful muscles before. "These massive biceps and forearms…no, from head to toe, they are all perfect works of art!"
"Hahaha! "You know something!"
At that sudden action, the expressions of not only the warrior party but also the southern warriors nearby changed strangely, but the simple Harley just burst out in satisfied laughter.
"It was so hard to control my trembling heart from the moment I was carried on the girl Harley's broad back. "I never dreamed that my ideal type, which I had only imagined in terms of style and body size, would actually exist in reality."
Her tone, which had always seemed calm, became hazy.
No, not just the way you speak, but also the actions.
Now he was hugging his male arm and rubbing his cheek.
"This is embarrassing! Hahaha—!"
"How can you be so reliable, even with a laugh?"
Harley is more like a southern warrior than a southern warrior.
In other regions, he was seen as nothing more than a bloody barbarian, but here he was the most handsome man who could only appear in dreams.
"Chet, good-looking guys attract women even if they just sit still! "Unlucky."
"Oh, Misty, the noble flower of the desert…!"
"Hey, I know how you feel, but calm down. Because handsome isn't everything about that person. "If you fuss too much, you could end up with a blood clot."
Of course, there were jealous looks from the male warriors who came here with him.
"her! Anyway, you should be jealous that the guys will be jealous. "The level difference is so big, why are you jealous?"
"Anyway, I was keeping an eye on you too, but I never thought Misty would show up like that first. Ugh~ Look at those forearms, I'm jealous."
"I thought you weren't interested in men at all, but maybe you just had high standards?"
Some female warriors even looked at them with regret.
"…For some reason, he was burying his head in the back the whole time we were being carried together."
And Lee Se-ah, who was looking at them from a foot away, muttered with a shocked expression.
When it was agreed that they would accompany each other based on mutual interests, Misty dared to ask Harley to carry her.
Of course, his wide back wasn't enough to carry two women, so he was on the verge of being left behind, and I thought a Southerner like him would be more comfortable, so I passed on it… The reason I was rubbing my forehead
against his back while moving was because I was concentrating on maintaining the spell. I thought it was an act, but it seems he was fulfilling his selfish desires from then on.
'Still, I think I haven't shown it for a while, but why in the current situation?'
He didn't seem like a person who couldn't make sense of things.
Se-Ah Lee, who was looking at Misty quietly, suddenly realized that her eyes were not just blurry, but had completely relaxed.
As if completely asleep.
'…Could it be that he's talking in his sleep?'
I heard you felt uneasy for some reason earlier.
Ise-ah approached them who were talking haha, out of curiosity, and carefully shook their shoulders.
There was no reaction either.
"Hey Misty? Mr. Misty! Come to your senses! "Now is not the time for this!"
In the end, it wasn't until Ise-ah screamed and shook her body roughly.
"hot! yes yes? "What happened all of a sudden…"
Misty opened her eyes wide as if she had just woken up and slowly looked around.
All the eyes around me are focused this way.
"……."
He then slowly raised his head along Harley's forearm that he was hugging.
As she made eye contact with him, who was looking down at her blankly, her dark skin began to rapidly turn bright red.
"…sorry. "I think I lost my mind for a moment."
Then, as if nothing had happened, he let go of his arm, walked away to the side, and hugged the hood of his robe.
For a moment, there was an awkward silence in the hall.
"Ugh—rum!"
As if trying to help Misty, who was writhing slightly and twisting her whole body, Saint Riesta, who had been quiet, raised her voice and attracted everyone's attention.
"…what do we do now? It's slowly getting dark. If the Immortal King was involved, fighting in the dark wouldn't be a good choice. But I don't think it would be a good idea to delay any longer here."
But the topic she brought up was definitely something worth thinking about.
Beorsen, engulfed in thick darkness, did not seem like an obvious place to enter at night.
Heinrich slowly looked around at the group.
Although he ran for quite a long time, his party members were not at the level where their skills would be reduced for such a forced march.
The southern warriors joined in and adjusted the pace a little more.
Also, the warriors were in fairly good condition thanks to Misty's magic.
I was a little tired and had to rest for about an hour to recover from the moment I arrived, so the only person who couldn't fight was Misty, who was almost exhausted.
In the midst of my deliberation, active meetings within my brain began to take place again.
-Harley: I can fight right now!
-Heinz II: Is there any need to go on an adventure? It would be best to wait until daylight before going.
-Hubert: It's frustrating because the connection that was always connected is disconnected. It would definitely be safer to go after daylight. Even if Hans turns away, he probably won't try to kill Heinrich and Harley, but the other party members don't know.
-Howard: I think it's better to go as soon as you're ready! Hans Is that guy going to get stronger by night and weaker by day?
-Hugo: That's definitely true. But you never know what tricks there might be out there. Won't the damage to the warriors increase?
-Hesperon: …No, if you think about it, the only answer is to go in right now.
However, the meeting soon began to focus on one point as the clever Hesperon began to argue.
-Hesperon: Right now, Hans is probably devouring the entire city. To contaminate all soldiers to be mobilized for war.
-Hubert: Civilians will probably be included as troops in that process.
-Hesperon: …That's right. And when all that work is done, Hans will immediately move to the next location with Baltheon at the forefront. To prey on the remaining prepared troops as well.
-Hugo: Come to think of it, those soldiers thoroughly obeyed Baltheon's orders, no matter what they did. Even if the Immortal King appears right in front of you, you won't even be able to resist.
-Heinz II: I see. Is the energy surrounding the city now proof that Hans still remains there?
-Hesperon: Now is the only chance. Once Hans starts moving, you can never keep up with his mobility. If you want to stop it, don't give it any more time.
That was the end of my meeting.
In fact, the conclusion may have already been made from the moment we realized that victims were continuing to appear one after another.
-Heinrich: Let's rush in right away. And…
When Heinrich, the final decision maker of the party, expressed his thoughts, the party members nodded in agreement.
Of course, the southern warriors who would join them as their helpers also acted immediately according to that decision.
-Heinrich: …I will definitely drive the holy sword into that bastard Hans' heart.
Heinrich, full of frustration and anger, headed toward Beorsen, the city where Hans was located.
***
"Just trust us, Harley! "Even if it means dying, I won't let those idiots get even one step closer!"
"Actually, that's all we can do."
"…But Sentai Warchief Baltheon is not the problem. "I didn't know that the Immortal King was behind him."
A trio of southern warriors with Harley.
As they approached the city, they sat next to him and whispered softly, as if to relieve tension.
As we chatted on the way here, I already knew why they were here.
They were from the South, and while working as mercenaries, they were in regular contact with their hometown. In the meantime, they learned that something suspicious was happening in the South.
As they talked with each other feeling uncomfortable, they realized that all three of them actually had the same thoughts.
Along the way, he stopped at the Hubert Company and left a letter for Harley, then headed straight down to the south.
"Oh, come to think of it, I wrote a lot of embarrassing things in that letter back then. "I think it would be better for Harley to not read that and just throw it away."
"…Hmm, I think so too."
They came down to the south and happened to meet Misty, who had just escaped from confinement and was being chased by pursuers.
Afterwards, he helped her, and after many twists and turns, he rallied the warriors who had not yet fallen to Baltheon and eventually came to this place.
'It looks like these kids have had quite an eventful adventure so far.'
Even so, Harley can only be confident.
He nodded in satisfaction, then raised his head and looked at Beorsen's gate.
Although it was a desert city, there were quite a few monsters roaming around here, so the entire city was surrounded by a wall made of hardened bricks made of sand.
In the middle of it all, a tightly closed castle gate was blocking their path.
"…The door is closed, but there are no soldiers guarding it."
Heinrich slightly tilted his head.
The quietest way would be for everyone to secretly climb over the castle walls, but Hans would have already known they were approaching.
Then, of course, some of the people who climbed over the castle wall forced the door open…
before he could say anything as he finished his thoughts.
At that time, Harley had already walked towards the gate without thinking.
"Wait a minute…!"
"Hrachacha—!"
This was after swinging a large fist towards the castle gate.
Kwaaaaang—!
Although there was no particular physical mutation or use of the scales of the light dragon.
From the moment it was swung, the fist, which far exceeded the speed of sound, was stuck in the gate.
Quad deuk—! Grumble! Kwaaaang—!
The large metal-covered door was fired into the castle wall like a cannonball.
And along the path of that badly dented castle gate, the sound of something breaking and collapsing was heard one after another from inside.
The most spectacular signal of the start of war.
"Kwaaaak!"
"Kuhuh—!"
Then, as if provoked by this, bizarre angry sounds began to echo throughout the castle.
"ok? why? "Did you call me?"
"…it's nothing. Well done! "Mr. Harley."
Although it was sudden, we were able to find out that a significant number of enemy troops were ambushed inside.
And that too in a state where he had already lost his senses.
"Let's go. "We will take the lead."
"Ooh! Good!"
So, the hero party takes the lead.
A group of troops poured into the city to kill Warchief Baltheon and the Immortal King Hannibal Strauss.