The Medieval Modern Man With A Gamer Mindset

The Medieval-Modern Man With A Gamer Mindset 94

94. Teamwork

Those who have lived weakly tied to the ground and warriors who have lived by tearing each other apart on barren lands are different.

The warriors took pride in this fact and willingly revealed the ferocity they had honed on the battlefield. Victory was a given against the weak farmers. Because strength, skill, will, and faith were all the warriors’ overwhelming advantages.

It was the same this time.

The moment the warrior swung his ax down with a mighty roar, the soldiers from the farming background cowered despite their advanced equipment.

Crash-.

The sound of the ax blade splitting the shield was clear. The warrior smirked at the sight of the ax stuck in the shield. On the other hand, the soldier hiding behind the shield was staring at the warrior with trembling eyes.

When a ferocious beast breaks into our midst, the flock of sheep will only run away in terror.

The warrior gripped the ax handle even more tightly, confident in his abilities. He flaunted his brute strength by shaking the ax stuck in the shield back and forth without pulling it out.

“Sob!”

“A, aaagh!!!”

The soldier who had raised his shield was being dragged back and forth by the ax in reverse. The soldier lost even his feeble patience and began to dance awkwardly, following his disturbed center of gravity.

The warrior trying to split the shield by twisting the ax back and forth, and the soldier desperately trying to protect the shield.

The soldier’s single scream crossed the battlefield, but unfortunately, no help came. The other soldiers who had formed ranks together were too preoccupied with the enemies approaching them and didn’t move easily after being devastated by the warrior’s brute strength.

In the end, the moment the warrior put his foot on the shield and pulled out the ax, the soldier was dragged out of the ranks and fell face down, ending it all.

The ax would come crashing down soon-.

The moment the soldier was convinced of this and tightly shut his eyes while lying face down on the ground.

A cold but familiar voice approached the soldier, suppressing all the shouts and clashing of swords on the battlefield.

“Get up and return to your post.”

“…?”

His life was spared.

The soldier, who had realized this fact, raised his body with more doubt than relief.

“!!!”

Thanks to this, he could see a warrior who was staring at his hand with trembling eyes, having dropped his ax.

From the back of his hand to his palm. The warrior, who saw his right hand completely pierced by a dagger, was unknowingly taking a step back. Only then was the soldier able to turn his head towards the source of the voice.

Bishop Narva.

A man with neat black hair, a face that was so translucent that the veins could be seen even in the sunlight, and eyes as smooth and sharp as obsidian.

Narva was in the process of returning his right hand, which had let go of the dagger, to his waist.

– While stepping on the chest of the warrior whose neck he had completely pierced with the sword held in his left hand.

Narva kicked the warrior away and pulled out his sword.

“Just hold on, just hold on.”

Along with those words, a dagger was drawn from his waist.

At the same time, a familiar scream echoed, and a black cloak fluttered. Then the scream stopped. Instead, a warrior with a dagger stuck in his temple collapsed without a word.

The moment the weight of the flesh was fully transferred to the soft soil.

The battlefield was filled with a more subtle silence.

Only one person, Narva, who had thrown the dagger, clicked his tongue.

“I told you to hold on.”

“…Yes, sir!”

The shield wall, which was about to under the overwhelming skill of the warrior collapses, was thus restored.

The fallen soldiers sneaked glances at Narva as they returned to their places. They were not warriors who would normally stand still. If it were normal, they would have jumped in at once, taking advantage of the gap in the ranks.

However, even the brave and warlike warriors realized the situation and began to adjust their support.

Scout Gorr.

The warrior in the rawhide cloak sensed this atmosphere and immediately began to clean up.

“Shield warriors forward! Form a shield wall!”

Reinforce the formation to block the enemy’s approach. It was a very orthodox and sure method, but this time it was close to a wrong answer.

The warriors stepped back and forward with their weapons, but-.

– They failed to notice Narva’s sharp gaze.

Clang.

Narva gripped the hilt of his sword with both hands and took a step. More than a leap, it was like a jump. The one word he threw out was simple.

“Advance!”

Gorr clicked his tongue at the sight.

Narva must have been aiming for a gap. He intended to crush the formation by rushing into the gap between the warriors who were forming a shield wall. If the soldiers who came with him had been skilled warriors, they would have seized the victory in one breath with this momentum.

However, the soldiers led by Narva were not brave warriors.

‘They’re hesitating. They may have good equipment, but they lack practical experience.’

Then the odds are still on this side.

No matter how great a warrior is, he cannot boldly break through a shield wall that is about to form. In terms of proficiency, the warriors were far superior. If we drag this out, the odds of victory will naturally tilt in our favor.

The moment Gorr’s judgment reached this point, Narva, who had been running with all his might, suddenly dropped the sword he was holding. It was such a weak fall that it was more like dropping a helmet, and Gorr and the warriors were surprised.

‘Against the shield wall.’

‘With bare hands?’

There was no greater madness than this madness.

While everyone was stunned, Gorman, who had a keen eye, noticed what Narva was aiming for. On the opposite side of Narva, his right hand was aiming for the dagger at his waist that he had prepared in advance.

And the moment Narva grabbed the dagger’s handle.

Narva’s figure disappeared from everyone’s sight.

“What?!”

Was it a miracle that the starlight of Insay allowed? It was natural for the warriors to think so.

However, before they could come to a proper conclusion, Gorga, who had noticed the situation, affected urgently.

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“Below!”

Only then did they belatedly turn their gaze down, but Narva had already closed the distance in one breath with a slide. Narva, who instantly reached the tip of the shield wall, held the dagger in reverse.

And just like that, he stabbed the instep of a warrior whose shield had not yet protected him.

Kwa-thud!

“aaagh!”

The moment the warrior, unable to withstand the pain, collapsed in pain, Narva rose in one breath.

He lifted his body, pulled out the dagger, and cut the throat of the warrior in one stroke.

Screech.

Clean movements without any unnecessary gestures.

As if that wasn’t enough, he grabbed the back of the collapsing warrior’s neck with his left hand and lifted him up. As if he had anticipated the ax blade that was falling without hesitation and the approaching tip of the sword.

Soon, the sound of flesh being dug into and bones being crushed rang out all at once.

Neither the ax blade nor the sword blade reached Narva. The warriors stared over the body of their dead comrade, filled with nothing but shock.

At Narva, who had let go of the back of his neck as if it was useless and was readjusting his grip on the dagger.

“Euaaagh!!!”

A bewildered warrior hurriedly swung his ax, but it was Narva, who had easily dodged even a proper blow. Narva spun the dagger while glaring at the blow that was filled with fear.

Whirik.

The dagger was directed at the wrist of the warrior who was holding the ax.

“Eurgh!”

“Nidason!”

The moment the other warriors tried to rush in with the determination to save their comrade in danger.

Narva pulled the warrior holding the ax into his arms while waving the dagger around without hesitation. Of course, he had no intention of hugging him now. What he grabbed was the wrist and elbow joint.

Crunch!

The warrior screamed and bit his lips in severe pain, unable to even scream. The one who grabbed the ax handle that had been dropped from his grip was Narva.

Puck!

The warrior, who had rushed to save his comrade, collapsed without leaving a word. He died instantly. Narva gave up on retrieving the ax that had been deeply embedded in the center of his head.

Instead, he put his hand on the sword handle that the warrior he had captured was wearing at his waist. The warrior, who had lost his mind in pain, was half out of his mind in front of his fallen comrade.

“Ti, Tiner.”

A bewildered voice.

But Narva didn’t care.

“I’ll use the sword instead. Do you agree?”

“Tiner…”

“I will not admit physical weakness.”

Swish.

Narba knocked away the warrior Nidarson as he drew his sword from its scabbard. Narba brandished his drawn sword against the warriors who had surrounded him. All the warriors surrounding Narba were not axemen, but those who knew how to handle swords.

As one of them approached and swung his sword, Narba swung his sword in the same direction.

Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang!

A faint spark flew as the steel clashed. The terrible friction was enough to make a metallic smell waft in the air and scrape at eardrums.

However, the warrior’s sword tip did not reach Narba, while Narba’s sword tip pushed aside the warrior’s blade, reached his flesh, and cut it fearlessly. It was too late to turn it back.

Narba’s blade stuck to the warrior’s blade and did not fall off, but slowly, just slide, and mercilessly cut the warrior’s neck.

Soon, the tragedy of the two men ended.

The one who fell to his death was the warrior who had wielded the sword first.

Thud.

It was such an overwhelming sight that even the warriors who had bravely formed a shield wall turned their heads unconsciously. The warriors flinched and stepped back. At that moment, there was one who ran forward and swung his ax.

“Huh!!!”

A rawhide cloak fluttered.

Scout Gor.

He thought that it would collapse as it was, so he stepped forward himself. He planned to burden Narba’s hand by wielding the hand ax with all his might. However, Narba’s posture was much stronger, and his skills far surpassed Gor’s.

In an instant, dozens of exchanges occurred.

Gor desperately tried to break Narba’s posture with his ax dance, but Narba blocked Gor’s ax blade by moving the sword he had seized here and there.

Narba blocked Gor’s ax with a relaxed posture and burst into laughter.

“Stab him!”

“What?”

Gor, who wondered what he was talking about all of a sudden, realized it soon enough.

“Stab him!”

“Die, pagan!”

Narba’s soldiers, who had been hesitating far away, joined in.

The warriors, who had been entangled in front of the soldiers who thrust their sword tips through the gap in the shield wall that had been built up in the meantime, could not cope properly.

“Groan…”

“To these groundling bastards!”

The brave warriors were being slaughtered like cattle.

The clever Gor realized the reason for it. It was because Gor, as the commander, had no choice but to face Narba, so his response was delayed.

At that moment, the victory or defeat was decided.

Narba left a generous word of comfort to Gor, who was losing strength and sliding down.

“You’re not bad.”

“…”

Comfort was enough in a word.

Narba swung his sword without hesitation, and the tip of the sword pierced his throat.