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Chapter 19.1: Knight, Merchant, Mercenary, Slave (4)
‘It’s not the Wolves of Arkten!’
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Johan realized this immediately upon seeing them. They were dressed too differently from those in the fiefdom. For one, none of them wielded longswords.
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A longsword is essentially a two-handed weapon. Its use makes defense difficult due to the challenge of handling a shield, and it’s complex to master. Unless trained professionally in a fencing school or a swordsmanship guild, there was no particular reason to use a longsword. If a long weapon was desired, a spear was better, and if a sword was preferred, a short sword with a shield was more convenient. Except for spears, mercenaries typically preferred to carry a weapon with a shield.
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There were a few mercenaries in the Wolves of Arkten who used longswords, indicating their high skill level. But the mercenaries before him were definitely not the Wolves of Arkten.
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Of course, that didn’t mean he could stop.
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Johan charged at the closest one. The darkness and the focus on the hilltop meant his approach went unnoticed until he was right upon them.
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“Uh, uh?!”
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The man tried to defend himself with his shield, putting force into it. The large round shield was effective in blocking the direction of an attack just by holding it.N♡vεlB¡n: Where Every Word Sparks Wonder.
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. . .Unless the opponent was Johan.
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Johan responded simply and effectively.
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Bang!
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When Johan kicked the shield, it splintered and flew backwards. Despite being sturdily made of thickly layered wood, it was powerless against his immense strength.
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“Huh?”
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Johan was slightly surprised; he hadn’t expected the shield to fly away like that. However, his body moved naturally. He aimed for the neck of his off-balance opponent and stabbed. Blood spurted with a ‘gurgle.’
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“W-What the heck is this guy?!”
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The fallen opponent was holding a messer, a type of thick single-edged sword. Rusty and with a barely sharp edge, it was still useful for throwing. Johan quickly threw it at another advancing enemy, who recoiled in shock, raising his shield.
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One step.
‘Damn. Fought hard for nothing.’
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It was he who felt the sting. Indeed, there was no reason for them to have pursued Johan in that situation.
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Neither was reconciliation possible in these circumstances. And Johan was not so kind as to let someone who was trying to kill him go.
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“Come at me!”
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Johan let out a short battle cry and charged. The light revealed Johan’s equipment. His stature and gear made the mercenaries flinch.
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The first to die was the one wielding a spear. The long weapon was troublesome. Johan charged foolishly, parried the spear with his shield, and swung his mace.
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Thump!
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‘Oh. . . a mace seems more convenient.’
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Had Kaegal seen it, he would have lamented, ‘I taught you swordsmanship, not to use a club, you ogre!’ But Johan and the mace were excessively well-matched. The shorter range and fewer variations made it easier to handle. Given Johan’s physical abilities, there was no need to resort to swordplay.
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“You monster!”
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A shortsword swung at his waist, but Johan preemptively collided to defend. The opponent’s arm broke, positioning his head for an easy strike.
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Once more.
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With a dull sound, the opponent fell. The enemies panicked as a madman broke their formation. Only four had died, but the momentum was terrifying. None of the mercenaries were prepared to die for their mission.
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“Attack!”
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Goran quickly shouted. Now was the time to strike, as the enemy was recoiling. Goran’s mercenaries charged with battle cries.
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Even though Johan was difficult to surround, he found it easier now. He inhaled briefly and charged. One arrow was easily blocked with his shield.
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Thud, thud, thud.
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Chapter 19.1: Knight, Merchant, Mercenary, Slave (4)
‘It’s not the Wolves of Arkten!’
ᅠ
Johan realized this immediately upon seeing them. They were dressed too differently from those in the fiefdom. For one, none of them wielded longswords.
ᅠ
A longsword is essentially a two-handed weapon. Its use makes defense difficult due to the challenge of handling a shield, and it’s complex to master. Unless trained professionally in a fencing school or a swordsmanship guild, there was no particular reason to use a longsword. If a long weapon was desired, a spear was better, and if a sword was preferred, a short sword with a shield was more convenient. Except for spears, mercenaries typically preferred to carry a weapon with a shield.
ᅠ
There were a few mercenaries in the Wolves of Arkten who used longswords, indicating their high skill level. But the mercenaries before him were definitely not the Wolves of Arkten.
ᅠ
Of course, that didn’t mean he could stop.
ᅠ
Johan charged at the closest one. The darkness and the focus on the hilltop meant his approach went unnoticed until he was right upon them.
ᅠ
“Uh, uh?!”
ᅠ
The man tried to defend himself with his shield, putting force into it. The large round shield was effective in blocking the direction of an attack just by holding it.N♡vεlB¡n: Where Every Word Sparks Wonder.
ᅠ
. . .Unless the opponent was Johan.
ᅠ
Johan responded simply and effectively.
ᅠ
Bang!
ᅠ
When Johan kicked the shield, it splintered and flew backwards. Despite being sturdily made of thickly layered wood, it was powerless against his immense strength.
ᅠ
“Huh?”
ᅠ
Johan was slightly surprised; he hadn’t expected the shield to fly away like that. However, his body moved naturally. He aimed for the neck of his off-balance opponent and stabbed. Blood spurted with a ‘gurgle.’
ᅠ
“W-What the heck is this guy?!”
ᅠ
The fallen opponent was holding a messer, a type of thick single-edged sword. Rusty and with a barely sharp edge, it was still useful for throwing. Johan quickly threw it at another advancing enemy, who recoiled in shock, raising his shield.
ᅠ
One step.
‘Damn. Fought hard for nothing.’
ᅠ
It was he who felt the sting. Indeed, there was no reason for them to have pursued Johan in that situation.
ᅠ
Neither was reconciliation possible in these circumstances. And Johan was not so kind as to let someone who was trying to kill him go.
ᅠ
“Come at me!”
ᅠ
Johan let out a short battle cry and charged. The light revealed Johan’s equipment. His stature and gear made the mercenaries flinch.
ᅠ
The first to die was the one wielding a spear. The long weapon was troublesome. Johan charged foolishly, parried the spear with his shield, and swung his mace.
ᅠ
Thump!
ᅠ
‘Oh. . . a mace seems more convenient.’
ᅠ
Had Kaegal seen it, he would have lamented, ‘I taught you swordsmanship, not to use a club, you ogre!’ But Johan and the mace were excessively well-matched. The shorter range and fewer variations made it easier to handle. Given Johan’s physical abilities, there was no need to resort to swordplay.
ᅠ
“You monster!”
ᅠ
A shortsword swung at his waist, but Johan preemptively collided to defend. The opponent’s arm broke, positioning his head for an easy strike.
ᅠ
Once more.
ᅠ
With a dull sound, the opponent fell. The enemies panicked as a madman broke their formation. Only four had died, but the momentum was terrifying. None of the mercenaries were prepared to die for their mission.
ᅠ
“Attack!”
ᅠ
Goran quickly shouted. Now was the time to strike, as the enemy was recoiling. Goran’s mercenaries charged with battle cries.
ᅠ
Even though Johan was difficult to surround, he found it easier now. He inhaled briefly and charged. One arrow was easily blocked with his shield.
ᅠ
Thud, thud, thud.
Chapter 19.1: Knight, Merchant, Mercenary, Slave 4It's not the Wolves of Arkten!'Johan realized this immediately upon seeing them. They were dressed too differently from those in the fiefdom. For one, none of them wielded longswords.A longsword is essentially a two-handed weapon. Its use makes defense difficult due to the challenge of handling a shield, and it's complex to master. Unless trained professionally in a fencing school or a swordsmanship guild, there was no particular reason to use a longsword. If a long weapon was desired, a spear was better, and if a sword was preferred, a short sword with a shield was more convenient. Except for spears, mercenaries typically preferred to carry a weapon with a shield.There were a few mercenaries in the Wolves of Arkten who used longswords, indicating their high skill level. But the mercenaries before him were definitely not the Wolves of Arkten.Of course, that didn't mean he could stop.Johan charged at the closest one. The darkness and the focus on the hilltop meant his approach went unnoticed until he was right upon them.Uh, uh?!The man tried to defend himself with his shield, putting force into it. The large round shield was effective in blocking the direction of an attack just by holding it.NvlBn: Where Every Word Sparks Wonder.. . .Unless the opponent was Johan.Johan responded simply and effectively.Bang!When Johan kicked the shield, it splintered and flew backwards. Despite being sturdily made of thickly layered wood, it was powerless against his immense strength.Huh?Johan was slightly surprised; he hadn't expected the shield to fly away like that. However, his body moved naturally. He aimed for the neck of his off-balance opponent and stabbed. Blood spurted with a gurgle.'W-What the heck is this guy?!The fallen opponent was holding a messer, a type of thick single-edged sword. Rusty and with a barely sharp edge, it was still useful for throwing. Johan quickly threw it at another advancing enemy, who recoiled in shock, raising his shield.One step.Damn. Fought hard for nothing.'It was he who felt the sting. Indeed, there was no reason for them to have pursued Johan in that situation.Neither was reconciliation possible in these circumstances. And Johan was not so kind as to let someone who was trying to kill him go.Come at me!Johan let out a short battle cry and charged. The light revealed Johan's equipment. His stature and gear made the mercenaries flinch.The first to die was the one wielding a spear. The long weapon was troublesome. Johan charged foolishly, parried the spear with his shield, and swung his mace.Thump!Oh. . . a mace seems more convenient.'Had Kaegal seen it, he would have lamented, I taught you swordsmanship, not to use a club, you ogre!' But Johan and the mace were excessively well-matched. The shorter range and fewer variations made it easier to handle. Given Johan's physical abilities, there was no need to resort to swordplay.You monster!A shortsword swung at his waist, but Johan preemptively collided to defend. The opponent's arm broke, positioning his head for an easy strike.Once more.With a dull sound, the opponent fell. The enemies panicked as a madman broke their formation. Only four had died, but the momentum was terrifying. None of the mercenaries were prepared to die for their mission.Attack!Goran quickly shouted. Now was the time to strike, as the enemy was recoiling. Goran's mercenaries charged with battle cries.Even though Johan was difficult to surround, he found it easier now. He inhaled briefly and charged. One arrow was easily blocked with his shield.Thud, thud, thud.
