indianbanksassociation Chapter 171 : Chapter 171
Chapter 171 : Chapter 171
Chapter 171
It’s strange.
A dagger stained with dark mana sliced through the Orc's neck.
- Hiss!
At the sound of escaping air leaking through the half-cut neck, the surrounding Orcs looked at Lina.
‘Do I need to cut a span deeper than humans?’
Twirling the dagger, she leaped at the closest guy and swung her dagger.
- Snick.
This time, no sound was heard.
It’s strange.
Clearly, the Orcs' jaggedly protruding fangs induced fear, and the stench reeking from all directions was enough to make her head dizzy.
‘It’s too easy?’
The battle was too easy.
The Orcs' axes were ten times slower than Count Mogul’s axe, who had trained the Black Noble Troop.
‘Are they poisoned?’
It was so slow that she couldn’t get hit even if she wanted to, enough to make her suspect if the Orcs were poisoned.
‘Or is it because I learned the Ghost King's secret art?’
If it’s the Ghost King’s secret art that makes movements lighter and faster the darker it is, it could be possible.
Because there is no place where the Ghost King’s secret art fits better than the Forest of Demonic Beasts.
‘Then what about the others?’
Just then, she saw a member scratching his head after dodging an Orc's attack.
Thinking the overly obvious attack was a trap, the member swung her sword to keep it in check, and the Orc fell.
Only then did Lina realize.
‘Ah… Count Mogul was a Master…….’
It was Count Mogul who had been drilling the Black Noble Troop until now.
A Master who surpassed human limits with an axe.
Since they were taught by such Count Mogul and followed the schedule directly created by Ian, the Orcs' attacks had no choice but to look strange.
To such a Black Noble Troop, an Orc was merely a wild boar standing on two legs.
Realizing this, the Black Noble Troop began hunting Orcs faster and faster.
Blue mana flickers from all directions every time the Black Noble Troop swings their swords.
Lina stopped for a moment and watched that flickering.
‘Desperate swordsmanship, was it?’
That's how Ian explained it.
That the Resistance Army swordsmanship the Black Noble Troop learned was desperate swordsmanship.
Swordsmanship created to fight even a little longer, to kill even one more enemy.
The Sword Qi sparkles only because Sword Qi is used strictly when necessary.
A sparkling sword lunges for the head.
Because while there are many monsters whose heart location changes, there are almost no monsters that move after their heads are cut off.
Resistance Army swordsmanship which considers even finding the opponent's weakness a waste, pursuing only efficiency.
Suddenly, the words Ian said when teaching that swordsmanship came to mind.
- This is swordsmanship originally created for survival. The goal is to survive a bit longer, to kill one more person.
There is no profound martial principle or martial arts philosophy .
It doesn't draw flowers like other families, nor imitate animals, nor capture nature.
Instead, it cuts the neck and takes life.
If they still survive, it cleaves the heart and takes life.
As Mogul evaluated, desperate war swordsmanship without style.
Swordsmanship created for war against monsters revealed itself in the Forest of Demonic Beasts.
* * *
“Huh…….”
Diez, watching the battlefield where the Black Noble Troop ran wild, was speechless.
More accurately, he couldn't find anything to say.
‘I should help…….’
He obviously knew he should move the army, but he couldn't open his mouth.
Because no matter how he looked, they didn't seem to need help.
Help? Whom?
The Knight Order slaughtering Orcs while flashing Sword Qi over there?
If they showed even a hint of exhaustion, maybe, but they look perfectly fine even after hunting over a hundred Orcs?
Even if they are 5-star knights approaching the limit of humans, the amount of mana should be limited, yet Sword Qi flashes endlessly.
‘Moving now would only get in the way needlessly.’
He could be certain of that.
Because the Northern Nobles could never imitate the secret skill of decapitating heads before the Orcs could scream.
So he had no choice but to watch silently like a mute who ate honey.
‘Still, it’s a relief no one is spouting stupid nonsense about running away or charging right now.’
* * *
Diez glanced at the other nobles.
Having learned the sword since childhood as they were established in the North, the nobles couldn't take their eyes off the battlefield, as if entranced.
“It’s beautiful…….”
“Is it swordsmanship containing profound martial arts ……?”
“How can they move so fast…….”
The nobles mumbled with half-unfocused eyes.
‘Hmm… Is that so?’
Is it because I didn't learn the sword?
To Diez, it wasn't swordsmanship that looked so impressive.
It wasn't imposing like the Royal Guard's swordsmanship, nor did it pour out Sword Qi like the swordsmanship of other families; wasn't it just twinkling?
‘Using Sword Qi only when necessary seems efficient though.’
Saying that would only get him called ignorant.
Diez just shut his mouth.
* * *
“Hehehe…….”
“Are you that happy?”
Jeremy looked at Ian, who was letting out a chuckle.
“Of course, it's great.”
Saying it's great isn't enough.
It feels like a stock I trusted hit the upper limit five times in a row.
After confirming that Trimia set up walls with magic stones and safely hunted Orcs, I came to the east where the Black Noble Troop was.
Finally, I'm witnessing the true debut ceremony of the Black Noble Troop I cherished and saved.
Watching the majesty of the Black Noble Troop slaughtering Orcs, Jeremy shook his head in disbelief and asked.
“I knew they were strong but... how is that possible? I don't think even decent Knight Orders could do that.”
It’s natural.
The Black Noble Troop members are all members with traits.
Though I couldn't learn it, since they have traits, each one is practically Hero-grade.
Plus, the grade of the Resistance Army Mana Secret Art Verse and Resistance Army weapon skills the Black Noble Troop learned is nothing short of Legendary.
Since Heroes learned Legendary skills from the start and were raised by a Master following the most efficient training method, they have no choice but to fight well.
‘Resistance Army secret art verse and swordsmanship are also specialized for war against monsters.’
It's natural since it was created for war against monsters from the start.
If there's a downside, it's said that because it was made for ordinary people, it's simple and hard to become strong beyond a certain level, but it doesn't matter.
‘Because all of the Black Noble Troop possess talent.’
It would be impossible for all of them to become Masters, but with enough time, some of them could become Masters.
“Hehehe…….”
Thinking that Masters raised with affection and love are growing well, laughter comes out naturally.
“Is it that good?”
“Of course, it’s the very first unit I made as soon as I came.”
How much have I missed it?
Even so, I kept rolling and rolling them in a safe place.
The result is exactly now.
Now accustomed to the Resistance Army secret art verse, they won't get tired easily.
“It’s fascinating. Using mana efficiently like that wouldn't be an easy task.”
“Right. Because mana management capability isn't something that can be raised through real combat.”
Practicing that in real combat is the perfect way to die from a stray axe.
Using it only when necessary means not using Sword Qi when unnecessary.
Ultimately, if a moment's judgment is wrong, it means you could die trying to save mana.
“No matter how I look at it, they don't seem like a normal Knight Order. How can they fight like that?”
The answer is simple.
“You just have to train them to death.”
Attach a Master and put them through hellish training.
Pushing them to the brink of death every day, the body realizes first when to use Sword Qi.
Perhaps because they roll and get beaten up every day, their confidence seems to have disappeared a bit, but instead, they survive in real battles.
Is confidence anything special?
Confidence they didn't have will emerge if they win overwhelmingly in real battles like that.
“Hehehe… If I train them more and grow the Black Noble Troop…….”
* * *
‘Does he intend to conquer the continent or something?’
Jeremy, watching the rampaging Black Noble Troop, turned his eyes to the battlefield.
‘It is kind of cool though.’
The Sword Qi flickering in the darkness of the forest was beautiful in itself.
The sword path merely targets the enemy’s life crudely.
It doesn't contain the wind nor draw flowers in the process, but it was still beautiful.
‘So there is swordsmanship like that.’
Rather than swordsmanship ambiguous with will or heart or whatnot, it’s swordsmanship closer to magic.
‘Come to think of it, does it feel similar to Mr. Doll’s sword?’
Comparing it to Mr. Doll’s swordsmanship which uses absolutely no mana is rude in itself, but it looked similar in the sense of ‘swordsmanship producing maximum effect with available mana’.
Glancing at Mr. Doll, he saw Mr. Doll also seemed to have similar thoughts, fiddling with his sword.
‘Oho, enough for Mr. Doll to find it fascinating?’
Jeremy looked at Ian with curious eyes.
Where on earth did he get such swordsmanship?
‘It’s not just swordsmanship.’
Using monsters' fighting spirit, an Elder of the Magic Tower would firmly say that's impossible for humans.
Yet, the secret art verse the Black Noble Troop uses is recovering stamina using fighting spirit.
‘And it’s not just the Black Noble Troop.’
Seeing how he rolls himself, a wizard, on the front lines, it's certain he's a madman.
Furthermore, he teaches secret swordsmanship to commoners, not family members.
No matter how outstanding the talent, would there be another noble who teaches the family's swordsmanship to commoners?
‘There can’t be another madman like that.’
Ancestors would probably rise from their graves and scream.
Although everyone pretends not to know, what makes a Lord is not the King but the family's power.
Depending on how many knights the family has, how many soldiers, and how strong the forces raised by that family are, the owner of the land has changed countless times.
Naturally, swordsmanship and secret art verses, the methods to cultivate strength, have no choice but to be the family's most important treasures, which is why they are called Secret Arts.
A noble who showed such secret arts to commoners is right next to him.
“Hehehe…. Just a bit more! We have to sweep up experience points while we can! I truly rely only on you guys!”
Although he suddenly says a lot of incomprehensible things, one thing certain is that he wishes for them to become strong.
‘Isn’t he afraid? If commoners become strong, that power will be directed at nobles?’
To those who haven't learned chivalry nor grew up as knights, expecting loyalty is stupid.
Right now, they can use that power for what they want because there is an enemy called monsters, but the moment the enemy disappears, those gleaming swords will point at noble families.
‘Or, is he truly confident? Confident that no one among them will betray him?’
Of course, that can’t be.
Nobles oppress and employ commoners to maintain this society.
After all, there's no way there’s a noble who thinks of commoners as humans, right?
To nobles, commoners are livestock or magic tools producing food.
‘But, somehow I don’t think he’s like that.’
In the glittering forest.
The wizard watched the giggling noble for a long time.
Thinking that if it’s the Young Lord beside him, maybe he could be such a noble.
‘Maybe the one crazy isn't the Young Lord, but me.’
* * *
As the battle was ending somewhat anticlimactically.
Ian, who had been watching with a giggle for a long time, stood up.
“Let’s get going now.”
Jeremy didn't ask where they were going.
Because Ian said he would meet the King and end the war.
Instead, he threw a question born of curiosity.
“Are you not taking them?”
Wasn’t the reason he waited for them until now to use that commoner unit, not soldiers or knights?
Ian, glancing at the Black Noble Troop, shook his head firmly.
“Not yet. It’d be a big trouble if they get hurt.”