Surviving the Game as a Barbarian Chapter 753 part 1
Chapter 753: Preemptive Strike (3)
Living in the Barbarian sanctuary, one hears the battle cry thousands of times a day.
Whether eating, it’s “Vehela,” and even when chopping wood, it’s “Vehela.”
They cried out the names of their ancestors whenever they got the chance, and because of that, Rothmiller gradually became able to distinguish them.
Even though the battle cries seemed to have no particular differences, each had its own distinct personality…
This time, the characteristics of the battle cry were threefold.
“Vehel—laaaaaaaaaaaa!!”
First, the pitch of “Ve” begins low.
Moreover, there is a habit of taking a big breath in the middle from “Hel” to “La”…
Above all, it was a woman.
‘Ainar…?’
In fact, that guess was correct.
When Rothmiller turned his head toward the direction of the sound, he found Ainar standing on the railing of a four-story building.
Chwaaaak—!
A pair of wings unfurled behind her.
A female warrior wielding a precious-looking green spear, even from a distance.
“Th-this is…!”
“I was sure she said she was at the plaza!”
Although Rothmiller didn’t know why Ainar was there, it didn’t matter.
What mattered was that this greatly increased the possibility of overcoming the crisis.
Kuwung—!
Before long, Ainar jumped from the rooftop of the four-story building and landed next to the wagon that was rushing madly.
And…
“Heeheeheeeng-!”
She ran at the same speed as a horse, which had an arrow stuck in its backside, and asked.
“Speak, guide. What should I do?”
A question that condensed the essence of a barbarian’s mindset.
“I am not clever, so I do not know. So tell me what to do to save Yandel.”
There was a deep trust in that short question.
Rothmiller’s heart swelled for some reason, but he suppressed his emotions and regained his composure.
If he had been trusted, he must repay that trust.
“If you can get to the castle wall, the royal army will likely come to help. So—.”
“Make it easy to understand.”
“Please clear a path ahead!”
“…Easy enough.”
As soon as Rothmiller’s order dropped, Ainar’s new formation surged forward.
And…
Phwooo-!
Wielding the green spear, she repelled the enemies blocking their way.
Wings fluttered behind her, and the spear she extended was not properly blocked by a single enemy.
Watching from behind, one might even have the illusion that the warrior sent from the heavens was sent to save Bjorn Yandel.
“Vehel—laaaaaaaaaaaa!!!”
Now the enemies didn’t even dare to stop her, and consequently, the wagon moved at a rapid pace.
The castle walls were getting closer and closer, in proportion to their increasing speed.
Could it be that they had no intention of letting them go smoothly until the very end?
Swoosh.
A man appeared in front, who didn’t even dare to block their path.
Rothmiller didn’t know who that man was.
However…
Even though Ainar looked like she would swing her spear while laughing heartily, the corners of her mouth stiffened.
Moreover, her voice dropped.
“From now on, I must go alone. I leave Yandel to you, guide.”
Ainar said as she ran.
And at that moment.
Huuuuuuuuuuuuu-!
The world darkened as if it were nighttime, and goosebumps ran down his skin.
[Roland Banazant has cast [Black Ma’an].]
In the thick darkness covering the city, chilling hundreds of eyes appeared.
At the same time, it felt like everything came to a standstill, as if time stopped.
Except for just two people.
“You made a good visit.”
A man strolled in with strange light in his eyes.
And…
“Vehel—laaaaaaaaaaaa!!”
The warrior thrusts her spear with a shout.
Huuuuu-!
The spear extended outwards, emitting pressure from all directions, piercing the empty air.
However…
Zzzzzt-!
In a strange turn of events, the shadowed space was torn away, and time began to move again.
“Kuh…”
The relaxed man wobbled back as if struck by an unexpected blow, and Ainar charged toward him while shouting.
“Go…!”
Rothmiller drove the wagon forward.
In truth, he hadn’t done much.
The frenzied horse was already kicking the ground as soon as the darkness receded. All he did was hold the reins and steer the direction.
Creeeak, creak-!
The wagon moved forward.
Behind him, the sounds from the superhumans fighting continued to flow in succession, but Rothmiller didn’t look back.
Just getting this wagon to that castle wall.
He focused all his nerves on that one thing.
But…
“Catch him…!”
“Stop him!”
As soon as Ainar disappeared, the troops that had been hiding began to pursue him again.
And the problem was…
“Damn it.”
The wagon was gradually slowing down.
That was only natural.
No matter how much he had loaded it onto a wheeled wagon, it was still carrying a heavy barbarian and a full-grown man.
At this point, it was inevitable to lose strength…
Phwooo-! Pishuuuuuuuuuu-!
Rothmiller released the reins of the horse and moved to the wagon to intercept the pursuers with his crossbow.
However, it wasn’t very effective.
After all, he wasn’t as strong as Ainar.
“This is just an ordinary arrow without any special powers!”
“He’s nothing special!”
Although those who had fled before Ainar were now stepping aside in front of him, their skill levels were still much higher than Rothmiller’s.
Perhaps not everyone felt that way, as sometimes a crossbow bolt did hit…
“Catch him…!”
The distance between the wagon and them quickly closed.
At this rate, it was clearly a situation where he would be caught eventually. It was clear that a decision needed to be made, but there was no time to calmly consider it.
“All the arrows are gone!”
His crossbow arrows had ultimately run out.
And…
Phwooo-!
An enemy’s special attack struck his right shoulder, rendering his right arm useless.
In simple terms, it meant he could do nothing but add weight to the wagon.
Countless thoughts raced through his mind.
Is this really the end?
When he appeared in the sanctuary, he thought there were still stories left for him to tell.
Is this truly the end of my story?
No, that’s not it.
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