I am the Monarch Chapter 18 : The ghost of the battlefield (4)

A 35 year old veterans soldier Tarem looked at the blue sky while lying on the ground.

'Damn. To suffer a complete victory from some humans.'

He touched his hard chin and frowned.
A long and terrible blade scar below his chin.

'If the scar was at least 1cm deeper, I would have died.'

Grind.

He grinds his teeth.

'Bastards from the Byron kingdom…….'

His four canine teeth shine acutely.

'I will certainly take revenge with putting my honor of being an orc warrior in the line.'

The orc warrior Tarem, that came from Crack village located at the south of Byron kingdom forced an absolute defeat in the fight against the Byron kingdom last winter.
And because of that, he and his tribesmen could only flee to the south.
When he thought that it was all the end, he met that guy.

'Supreme commander of the orc alliances in the north of Rinse kingdom, Rak.'

Rak gathered the monsters and the orcs that were spread in the northern parts of the Rinse kingdom and was preparing to attack Pedian's plain.
The truth of the monsters and the orcs attacking Pedian's plain that was in the northern parts of Rinse kingdom was something even Tarem knew about.
Rak lent a hand to the excellent warrior Tarem.

A tempting proposal.
Tarem grabbed Rak's hand without any hesitation.
And he went to the southern parts of Pedian plain with the warriors he was leading and some warriors Rak lent him.

'We raid the human villages in Pedian's plain and secure food and weapons.'

When they secured a plentiful amount, they will return to their hometown and get revenge to the guys of Byron kingdom.
This was Tarem's plan.
When his revenge towards the guys of Byron kingdom was burning.

'Huh?'

He heard a strange sound.

Sweeee.

The sound of something sharp cutting through the air.
Tarem just raised his head while still lying on the ground.

“Ugh!”

At that moment, his eyes widen as as if it rips.
The black arrows that cover the blue sky.

“Damn!”

Tarem grabbed his shield and shrinked his body.

“It's the enemy! The enemy!”

A loud voice.

Sounds of getting up was heard everywhere.
However, the actions of these guys that just got up from their dreams was sloppy.

Shoot shoot shoot shoot!

The arrow rain drenches the ground.

“Kugh!”
“Grr.”

Dying sounds roll the ground.
And the arrow rain continued once more.
And after that, a sound shaking the ground.

Dudududu.

As he extended his head beyond the shield he saw the charging cavalrymen between the dust cloud.

“Prepare for battle! Prepare for battle!”

He yelled with all of his strength, but the orcs and the monsters couldn't think straight.

'Damn! For us to be the ones suffering a surprise attack instead!'

Tarem grinded his teeth and took out his well polished chinese war sword.

“Bring it! You humans! I will show you the strength of an orc warrior!”

A strong yell shakes the battlefield.

Hit hit hit hit!

The cavalrymen charge through while bouncing off the monsters.

“Ugh!”

Tarem swung his war sword towards a cavalryman that was passing next to him.

Swish.

His blade cuts through the body and passes through.

Heeng!

The cavalryman that was charging through really well fell to the ground.
Tarem scattered the white dust and charged through the cavalrymen that was on the ground.

“Die!”

The tip of his war sword cuts through the air.

“Kugh.”

The cavalryman couldn't even evade it and just closed his eyes firmly.
Then, a spear appeared passing through the dust.

Kang!

A clear sound of metal.
The war sword bounces off after being deflected by the spear.

“Kugh.”

Tarem grinded his teeth and turned his head to look at the owner of that spear.
A childish face and a short physique.
At least, for Tarem, he seemed to be a novice.

“A fucking novice dares to!”

Tarem spun his war sword and slashed it down fiercely.
At that moment, the spear that was standing firmly bends like a stream of water and moves crossway.

“Hup!”

Tarem gulped some air at the unexpected movements and raised his shield.

Tang!

The spear collides with the shield and a heavy noise is heard.
The spear that bounced off the shield spins and flies directed to Tarem's back.

“Damn.”

Tarem bent down and evaded the spear.
However, the movements of the spear still continued like a stream of water.

'His face is that of a new novice but his skills are that of a veteran soldier!'

Tarem took some air and charged through.

'I just have to get inside his range.'

The spear was long.
And because of that, it was effective in a long range, but it was difficult to use it in close range.

Spat!

The spear passes through after slicing the wrist.

'Kugh.'

He felt a sharp pain, but he grinded his teeth and endured it.

'I just have to close the distance!'

A bold charge.
Because of that, he could close the distance to that he wanted.
No, it was even closer to what he wanted.
And that was because the novice was charging through along with him.

“Huh?”

The guy that suddenly appeared in front of him.
Tarem got perplexed at the distance that was even hard to swing his war sword.
At that time, a sharp feeling was felt in his chest.
He slightly looked down to look at his left chest.
And there was a short sword the size of a palm stabbed there.

“Fu, fuck. Impossible.”

Curses flow out.
Tarem raised his head and looked at the eyes of that novice spearman fixedly.
That novice soldier smiled brightly and turns his short sword angularly.

Kugugu.

The sound of his bones grinding and his flesh tearing.

“Kuaaaaaa!”

A yell flows out from Tarem's mouth.

Hit.

The novice spearman hits Tarem's abdomen with his right leg.
And the short sword that was stabbed in his chest gets pulled out and blood flows.

Fall.

Tarem that fell to the ground.
Light disappears from his eyes and the blue sky becomes darker.

'Am I going to die?'

Then, a sharp spear flies through his eyes.

'Fuck.'

The curse he couldn't spit rolls in his mouth.

Stab.

The spear pierced Tarem's face accurately.
The owner of that spear, the novice spearman mumbled with casually.

“To call me a fucking novice. To a person that roamed the battlefield for 20 years.”

Novice spearman.
That was no other than Roan.

'We are winning one sidedly.'

The flow of the battlefield flowed to the side of the subjugation team.
The army of the 5 thousand monsters that was composed by orcs and goblins still couldn't get ahold of themselves and couldn't properly resist.

'I can't fall back here.'

Just because it was a one sided flow, it didn't mean that he couldn't accumulate merits.
He also had to show something that would stand above the others.

'On top of that, this isn't all of their army.'

Grip.

Roan gripped his spear and charged through.

Tat!

He charged through the messy battlefield.

Spat!

The spear pierces through the air and dances.
The spear stabs or hits the monsters without stop.
Attack and defense.
The beauty of spearmanship that lets you do both of those things at the same time.
Roan was moving without stop for his spear to not move unnaturally.

Slash! Stab! Spat!

“Kugh!”
“Kgh!”
“Kek!”

The blade of the spear slices and the tip of the spear pierces.
For those guys that were closing in, he hit them and kicked them and after he made some distance, he pierced their necks with his spear.

“Wow. Look at that guy.”
“Isn't he the newcomer from the 13th squad?”
“What spearmanship is like that for a newcomer bastard?”

The soldiers that slashed down the orcs and were taking some breaths looked at Roan and mumbled.
Spearmanship that's concise and flows without stop.
It was hard to think that it was spearmanship from a newcomer soldier that has just finished his training.

“Isn't he better than our squad commander?”
“Last time, I saw the skills of the commander of the 5th squad, and I think that it resembles just like his.”
“Wow! Did you see? He hit the chin of a monster that was charging in with the end of his spear and after he spins, he smashes its head!”
“I saw. I saw. Those skills aren't something that a mere newcomer should be able to do.”

The soldiers say.
And that was the same for the soldiers of the 13th squad.
A proud expression appears in their faces.

'A lucky bastard entered our 13th squad.'
'Kukuku. Look at how dumbfounded the guys from the other squad are.'
'The guy that shows himself the most in this battlefield is Roan.'

But of course, there was also Pierce that was confronting the orcs with quite good skills, but that guy gave the feeling of rather than doing battle, he was training.
An excessively clean feeling.

'If you don't kill them like Roan, it means that you don't have that much of a motivation.

Squad commander Tane smacked his lips as if it was regretful.
But actually, that was because the kinds of orcs were a really easy opponent for him, but there was no one that knew this truth.
No, there was just one person that knew it. Roan.

'He seems to have come to an excursion.'

Roan looked at Pierce that was massacring the orcs in a relaxed way and mumbled.

'The kinds of orcs should be really easy opponents for you.'

He took in a breath after disposing of two goblins that were charging at him easily.

'But where is Glenn?'

Roan frowned.
Because he couldn't see Glenn among the 13th squad members.
Roan, that was searching for Glenn in that battlefield, frowned.
That guy seemed to have swept away to the front lines when the cavalrymen and the infantry charged through.

'Damn! Not there!'

Roan bit his lower lips and kicked the ground.
Tane, that looked at Roan leaving the ranks, shouted to him.

“Roan! Where are you going!”

Roan replied without even looking back.

“I'm going to rescue Glenn!”

< The ghost of the battlefield (4) > End

Translator's note: Thanks for reading!

Translator : Subak

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