Surviving the Game as a Barbarian – 210



Episode 210: Leader (3)

Thick bones that instantly covered the entire body.

“Abed Nekrapetto casted [Bone Armor].”

The man smiled and stared straight ahead.

The fire that had spread to the bones was extinguished quickly but the flames remaining in the passage became a wall blocking the path.

She said “Hmm I didn’t know you would run away.”

Should I follow you?

The man who was contemplating looking beyond her burning flames soon decided to quit.

How to make people angry.

I wasn’t curious about the second one but…

[…This is the body of the commander’s knight.]

[As expected the handwriting was done here as well. Everyone be on guard from now on. There is definitely an enemy nearby.]

Explorers were appearing just in time from another passageway connected to the second floor portal.

The number is about 20 people.

Seeing that they have the same symbol on their jackets it seems like a small clan…

“Tsk.”

The man clicked his tongue in displeasure and made her walk away.

His mission in this mission is to stop anyone escaping through the second floor portal.

Originally it was a mission that was supposed to be undertaken by a dragon slayer.

“Anyway that snake-eyed bastard is no help. Helpful.”

Perhaps if he had recovered in time he would have been able to focus on his specialty mass murder in the center as planned.

“Well the guy who ran away will take care of it over there.”

After all there is no reason to chase and kill the person who jumped out.

Just thinking about it is already annoying.

It’s just me and I just do my job.

With that in mind I was moving toward the second floor portal.

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Jiyiing.

The message stone vibrated in my pocket.

[What is the situation over there in Necrapeto? Did you arrive at the target point safely?]

“Oh vice-captain! Don’t worry. We arrived a long time ago and now we’ve blocked everything so even a rat can’t escape. Fish sit!”

I spoke confidently but the answer came back after a long gap.

Strictly speaking it wasn’t even an answer.

[…What is that tone of voice? What is that strange laughing sound?]

“Strange laughter?”

The man tilted his head at first but soon realized the meaning of what he said and grinned.

“Oh it’s just a habit don’t worry about it vice-captain.”

[habit?]

“A habit that comes out whenever you wear a mask.”

[…I don’t know what you’re talking about. Anyway if anything goes wrong contact us immediately.]

With this contact was lost.

The man tapped the skull mask he had received from her saguaro supplies with his index finger.

Suddenly the members of the round table came to mind.

‘First of all foxes and goblins would have definitely come in.’

How many people will survive and attend the next meeting?

I was already looking forward to it.

***

I’m running with all my might.

I was worried that he might come after me.

“Huh huh huh.”

It had been more than 10 minutes since I ran down the aisle like that.

“Did I get bullied…?”

Mr. Bear muttered.

I felt uneasy at first because it was a flag-like line but I didn’t say anything.

Because I had similar thoughts.

‘It’s not exactly that I was bullied but it would be correct to say he didn’t chase me.’

Whatever it is it is clear that I took a breather.

“Let’s slow down from now on.”

“…No more running away?”

“Because he’s not the only one you need to be careful about.”

The place I am currently in is a crystal cave shrouded in fog.

If you speed up too much it becomes difficult to respond in time to unexpected dangers.

It’s safe to say that the entire first floor is already a minefield—

“Wasn’t it right for Bjorn to fight too?”

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huh?

“What does that mean Einar?”

“A corpse collector. It was an opportunity to make your name more widely known! But you took that opportunity and ran away!”

Yeah for some reason he stayed quiet the whole time.

This is what I didn’t like.

He tends to look up to me like some ancient hero barbarian.

What are your chances of gaining fame?

‘It’s just a blessing that no one got hurt.’

A necromancer’s true value is revealed when he takes out a corpse from subspace.

Additionally the Corpse Collector also has the number item that made it famous.

A signature that has a similar feel to the dragon slayer’s dragon slayer sword.

If he had brought that out I’m sure several of us would have been killed or seriously injured.

but….

“Ainar don’t force yourself.”

When Misha made a cold remark without my having to step forward Einar flinched.

“I’m fine…! Still as an adult I can understand. But what can we say about this to young warriors…!”

Ah now I see that was the real problem.

Every time Einar goes to the Holy Land he talks about the expeditions he went on with me.

It almost made me feel embarrassed because it seemed like a deification but I thought it would increase support within the tribe so I left it alone for now.

“It’s not like you just have to guess things around.”

“that! “Warriors don’t lie!”

“Sweet! Do you want to keep talking back?!”

When Misha hit hard Einar clamped her mouth shut.

The way her shoulders slumped broke my heart for some reason.

It is said that the charm of barbarians is that they are always confident.

After thinking for a moment I opened my mouth.

“Einar we are not running away now.”

“huh?”

“It ran away when it saw us.”

A common Barbarian spirit victory.

“What does that mean? Don’t make fun of me… I’m not that thoughtless either!”

Well I didn’t know that.

I spoke again with a straight face.

“I’m not kidding. Einar A wise warrior must know how to choose where to fight. “We rushed back to gain an advantageous position on the battlefield but when he found out he ran away.”

Einar frowned as if in agony and then asked cautiously.

“Is that… really?”

I was worried but fortunately it seems to have worked out well. After nodding his head firmly Einar became bright again as usual.

“Mr. Yandel….”

“Is there anything you want to say?”

“no. “I just thought… this kind of person should be the leader.”

Raven gave her a strange look and shook her head.

I think it was quite impressive to see myself comforting a disappointed Einar.

“Then let’s keep moving.”

The small talk ended at this point and we proceeded cautiously down the passage keeping an eye on all directions.

The destination is the center of the first floor.

This is the place where I thought bloodshed would be blowing right about now.

“Wouldn’t it be better to go through the other portal?”

“It won’t be much different anyway.”

I completely gave up on the option of heading to the second floor.

Wasn’t there a corpse collector standing there on the way to the goblin forest?

‘They’re probably trying to block the portal.’

If it’s as I expected there’s a high possibility that someone with a similar level of strength is waiting in the other portal.

“In that case I will follow your judgment. Yandel you have a good feel for these things.”

How much time has passed since I moved forward through the fog like that?

Clap clap clap.

About 10 people appeared from the front.

By the time we sensed each other we were already within sight of each other.

Fortunately it didn’t seem to be an enemy.

“…A knight.”

Not only are all of them wearing knightly armor but each piece of armor also has the emblem of the family they belong to.

Well this isn’t something you can’t do if you want to disguise it but…

“Raise your wrist so you can see your explorer dog tag.”

Looking at that arrogant tone it seems like the original.

So as instructed I showed the identification tag on my wrist and asked.

“Is this a situation where dog tags are meaningful?”

This is the information I was most curious about.

The knight answered briefly.

“To some extent.”

“I’d like to hear more details.”

“There was someone who carried out a surprise attack with our dog tags. “Thanks to you we also suffered quite a bit.”

“I see.”

“If your curiosity is satisfied now lower your weapon and stick to the wall. Until we pass.”

Afterwards the driver spoke in a threatening manner and I obediently followed his instructions.

The atmosphere was really scary.

All of the knights were drenched in blood as if they had fought so many battles on the way here.

Still I have more questions to ask.

“Can you tell me exactly what the situation is now?”

“…That’s a suspicious question.”

“As soon as we started we ran straight to the second floor. “There is no information inside.”

“Hmm.”

The knight stops walking and stares at me.

A look that seems to determine whether what I am saying is true.

It was a car where I started to wonder if I had asked for no reason because of those reluctant eyes.

“hello. “I am Arua Raven a wizard belonging to the Artemion School.”

Raven stepped forward revealing his identity.

“If there is any doubt about our identity we can use magic to prove it—”

“Stop coming any closer. “Unless you want to die.”

“No I—”

“Do you think there will be no wizards in Noark?”

Raven couldn’t say anything at the knight’s cruel voice and kept her mouth shut.

“….”

“….”

Suddenly a heavy silence began to fill the hall.

“Lord Garfizel there is no way they are from Noark’s side so you don’t have to worry about that.”

The situation took a turn when the knight in the back row joined in.

“How can you guarantee that?”

“He’s a pretty famous explorer.”

“Hmm interest rate?”

The driver who appeared to be the leader looked at me and tilted his head and I did the same.

“…Do you know me?”

“I know.”

The knight who asked my question raised the front of his helmet.

Then the face in his memory appeared.

So the name is…

“Carls Erimore?”

“It’s an honor to be remembered. “It’s been a while”

Carl’s Erimore.

This is an article by Baron Martoin whom I met at the count’s house.

It was an apprenticeship but whatever.

Since he was an unusual explorer he suited me quite well.

Anyway I never thought I’d see him here again.

“So who is this person?”

“The name is Bjorn Jandel and in the city it is more famous by its nickname Little Balkan.”

As my identity was proven through my relationship with Carls the driver’s eyes on me also changed.

“It’s a small Balkan… I’ve heard of it in passing. “I heard that in social circles they are called by a funny name ‘Article Smasher’ right?”

His gaze was far from friendly.

However since the suspicion that they are the enemy has disappeared it can be said that it is much better than before.

“So can I hear what’s going on now?”

The article briefly explained the situation.

As soon as he entered the labyrinth he was attacked by Noark explorers from various places.

Among them there was one with a dog tag hiding so the initial damage was significant.

After the fog appeared they gathered in the central dark area to protect explorers and reorganize their battle lines.

“By the dark area in the center do you mean the area where the monument is located?”

“Okay go there. “If we can get there we will be safe.”

Good news to hear.

I caught the guy who was about to leave and asked him carefully.

“Are you going to the portal by any chance?”

“…Why are you curious about that?”

That’s harsh.

“Because that’s where we come from.”

“Interesting.”

I told the interested driver what I knew.

Well wouldn’t it be possible to say that we are on the same side?

I can’t let you die.

“There is a body collector near the portal. So if you see a corpse in the passageway be alert. “It means he found you too.”

Surprisingly the driver listened to me and nodded his head without question.

“In wartime every piece of information is valuable. “A corpse collector… thank you for telling me.”

Surprisingly the driver even said thank you and handed me a ring.

“If the driver suspects you show him this and tell him my story. Then your identity will be guaranteed.”

“…Use this well.”

“Then I don’t have time anymore.”

As soon as the ring was handed over the knight led the group and disappeared beyond the fog.

The sight didn’t seem as obnoxious as before.

Now I see that he was a guy who knew his way.

‘It looks like the size adjustment magic isn’t installed.’

After trying to put the ring on my little finger I gave up and gave it to Misha.

“to? me? “Do you want me to join in?”

“It doesn’t fit my hand.”

“…Then there’s nothing we can do about it?”

Soon Misha modestly extends her left hand to me.

what? Are you asking me to put it in?

“Hmm….”

I turned my hand over so the back of my hand was facing down and placed the ring on it.

“You put it on.”

“It’s so embarrassing.”

…what.

***

After meeting the knights we picked up the pace a little more. As we moved away from the outskirts and approached the center the smell of blood became stronger.

“Here too…”

“Stop looking and keep moving.”

Wherever you go you see dead bodies every few minutes.

All of them were naked.

Even during this time you are taking everything you need.

Well since it’s normal for both of us there’s nothing to say.

“Yandel! “It’s a surprise attack!!”

There were quite a few battles on the way here.

Is this going to be the ninth time?

One time when I turned around after checking the dog tags they attacked me unexpectedly and the rest all took out their weapons and attacked me as soon as they encountered me.

Most of them were level 5 like us but…

There have been no major problems yet.

“Behel—laaaaa!!!”

If you look at averages we are pretty strong.

It has gradually grown to the point where it can reach the 6th floor and since it does not have a professional searcher its combat power is also high.

“Bjorn what are you going to do with the two who ran away?”

“Leave it alone. “I don’t have time for that so I’ll just quickly pack up my equipment and move again.”

As the distance to travel increases equipment piles up in subspace.

I feel like I have entered a dungeon with an infinite PK concept.

‘I didn’t expect to feel this excitement on the first floor.’

Anxiety gradually increases.

So far things are going smoothly but how long will this last?

“Bjorn….”

“Don’t worry. “We’re almost there now.”

He made no effort to show signs of anxiety and continued to lead the team.

And how long has it been?

“stop.”

At a crossroads where several paths divide we encountered a group of unfamiliar explorers.

The number is around thirty.

They seemed to be resting after an arduous battle but as soon as they saw us they became alert and took out their weapons.

Exciting-!

My heart was beating like crazy.

If these guys are from Noark then we’re screwed—

“uh…! Oh uncle?!!”

Then a familiar voice was heard.