Surviving the Game as a Barbarian – 96



Episode 96: Barbarian Trophy (3)

“haha! “He’s hot like a barbarian!”

The Baron laughed out loud at my decision.

It was a laugh I could only spit out because I knew nothing about barbarians. Just because he’s a barbarian doesn’t mean he’s completely fearless.

As Einar said the other day.

[We were born as warriors. If you don’t fight you die.]

They just move forward with fear.

Because that’s what has to be done.

My choice this time was the same.

As peaceful as it has been so far maybe something big will happen this time?

‘I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t anxious….’

But so what?

If you choose to avoid it because you are afraid of a future that has not yet been decided the only end is destruction.

With that kind of mentality how will you enter the labyrinth and make rational decisions?

If I had done that in the first place I wouldn’t have been alive.

“I came to tell the Count. “You seemed very happy?”

As I sat quietly gathering my thoughts the Baron soon returned.

It seems I was quite satisfied with my choice.

“Ah but is that necklace that important?”

A question that seemed certain that the winning prize had a big influence on my decision.

I didn’t deny it either.

“Aren’t number items expensive when sold?”

“Hmm… I guess that’s the case if you are.”

Looking at his expression he seemed to think that I had another reason but the Baron did not inquire deeply.

I just asked this.

“Anyway how strong are you?”

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“…?”

“Looking at your aspirations doesn’t it seem like you’re really thinking about winning? Are you that confident?”

I chuckled.

The question is how strong is it?

There were too many monsters in this world to answer that question with confidence.

but….

“I actually don’t even want to win. But if you lose too easily I might lose face—”

Before that was ‘apprentice knight’.

In other words if we assume that he is at the level of a 3rd floor explorer the story is different.

“Oh if that’s the case don’t worry.”

I answered interrupting the Baron.

I had no worries about this from the beginning.

“10 seconds is enough.”

“Is that enough?

I declared while looking at the Baron who tilted his head.

“Any guy can break his head before that happens.”

This was sincere without any exaggeration or exaggeration.

But was that sincerity conveyed to the outside world?

“Hee hee!”

The butler who suddenly made eye contact started a match.

***

article.

As in the Middle Ages they were the epitome of force here as well.

Of course assuming that the ‘apprenticeship’ is taken off.

‘What kind of article is something that even an Auror can’t use?’

The knight’s fear lies in his aura.

Ignores defense 90% ignores anti-magic power 90%.

A combination of Auror’s deception and systematically developed practical swordsmanship that allows you to cut down virtually anything.

This alone really looks like a monster…

Raise your level with an ‘elixir’ and eat up high-level essences with a huge amount of money?

‘This is why vested interests never change in humans.’

A world where different races are prevalent and magic is real.

A knight was a spear and shield that protected vested rights.

Considering that the maximum level that can be raised with an elixir is 5 a proper knight can cut down several high-level explorers by himself.

That’s why knights are specialized in interpersonal warfare.

but….

‘If it’s an apprenticeship at most it’s level 3 or lower. Even if it’s Jeong Soo-rae there won’t be anything higher than level 7.’

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This also assumes the maximum.

There would be very few nobles who would invest this much in a guy who can’t even use an Auror yet.

‘Actually the tournament isn’t the problem…’

It takes next time.

The same goes for the Count’s excessive interest.

If some barbarian suddenly wins there is a good chance that the vested interests will look at me with unkind eyes.

But now that the decision has been made lingering over it is a luxury.

‘Let’s just focus on this for now.’

It was a time when I decided to stop worrying about anything after winning and spent time quietly in the corner thanks to the Baron’s consideration.

“You sounded arrogant earlier.”

Three guys wearing knightly armor approached.

It was a guy I could all remember.

Even if it was only a passing relationship there was no way I would forget it because I saw it today.

“10 seconds is enough? “Have you been so absorbed in clowning like a foolish barbarian that you’ve forgotten your subject?”

First of all this guy.

When he was playing with the nobles in the outdoor banquet hall he was the one who taunted them calling him a little clown and all.

The rat-like front teeth were impressive so I just looked at him and the guy next to me spoke as if he was touching a baton.

“Barbarian you must earnestly ask your ancestors not to meet me. He will cut off your head in one fell swoop. “Of course it won’t take less than 10 seconds.”

I don’t know his name because he didn’t reveal it.

He’s the one who farts all the time the pride of a warrior is a thing of the past and he’s the guy who shows off that he’s an asshole.

Judging by his tone he seems to have a tendency to be bluff….

“When I meet you—”

Just as the baton was about to be passed on to the next runner he quickly stood up and interrupted the conversation.

I’m careful not to make as many enemies as possible but…

At this point I had no choice but to ask honestly.

“Do you guys have a serious problem with your head?”

Still it was said in a twisted way.

‘Are you idiots?’ If you ask this wouldn’t it be possible to constitute a crime of insulting a nobleman?

“What what?”

“Do you think it would be scary if they came rushing in like cowards and did this? “You’re doing something that even a three-year-old warrior from the tribe wouldn’t do!”

“…You cowards how dare you insult us—”

“If not that then something! Without the Baron by my side I suddenly gained courage that I never had before! “What a great honor!”

“That’s…!”

He didn’t even come close when the Baron was around.

When I pointed that out the driver Samdori was as scared as a goldfish. However since I am a barbarian with no prejudices I did not think they had a speech impediment.

I guess I was just confused.

They probably didn’t know that I would expose their hideous behavior in such a loud voice.

“That’s why I asked! I heard that being a knight is something to be proud of! But taking advantage of a situation of ‘numerical superiority’ to do such a childish thing to ‘a fellow participant’? “There must be something wrong with your head!”

A shout that accurately reflects what they did.

“Stop that! “Can’t you just shut that mouth!”

Knight Samdori’s expression became urgent.

It is a natural thing to do.

It was ugly but if things continued like this I was going to become the guy who was told by the barbarian that he had a problem with his head.

However did they decide that further conversation would only increase the commotion?

“…We’ll see!”

The Samdols let go of their anger and left.

Maybe it’s because he’s a local but it’s a bonus that he goes beyond cliches and leaves cringeworthy lines.

Because my heart was wonderful I responded in return.

“Anyway don’t worry too much! When we meet later I will definitely get rid of the problem in your head!”

Did my sincerity reach you?

I couldn’t tell just by looking at their backs as they quickly moved away.

***

It’s just a brief incident anyway.

The banquet which was filled with many attractions has reached its peak.

In other words the moment has arrived when the tournament prepared by the count opens.

“They said the barbarian I saw during the day is coming out. “Aren’t you really looking forward to it?”

“Hmm I don’t know. So you’re not an explorer? “I heard you recently gained fame but you have less than a year of experience?”

The location is an outdoor banquet hall on the lawn.

The surrounding area was already crowded with people and some nobles even set up chairs on the terrace of the second floor of the mansion to get a better view.

As I sat quietly in the prepared barracks the Baron spoke to me as if he were some kind of coach.

“Aren’t you nervous?”

“No.”

“Wow your heart is truly made of steel. “I’m so excited.”

I don’t know about the praise attached to the front but the excitement behind it seemed true.

When I see them promising bonuses that I didn’t even ask for.

“If you win I will give you 1 million stones more. So cheer up. “Because my reputation depends on you.”

“I will try!”

Is it because I suddenly received financial treatment?

I suddenly feel motivated.

“Sir Saboan of Baron Serpia and Lord Arpheon of Viscount Henslevania please take your seats!”

A little more time later the first match was held.

The two knights went on stage and recited the duel oath swinging their swords in style drawing cheers from the audience.

‘If you look at this it really is a barbaric world.’

As I sneaked out of the barracks and watched the duel I felt a strange feeling.

Would it be like seeing the Colosseum in Rome?

In fact there wasn’t much of a difference.

There is a rule to be careful not to kill your opponent as much as possible but…

In other words doesn’t it mean that there is no problem even if you kill him?

‘Well it’s even more strange that there are no casualties when fighting with a real sword.’

In fact even though it was their first match the two knights continued their bloody duel in the overheated heat.

As intense as it was the moment when the winners and losers were divided was just as dramatic.

“The winner is Lord Arpheon of Viscount Henslevania!”

The direction of the game was decided when the hand holding the sword was completely cut off.

Of course the knight’s arm which had been injured by the priest was quickly reattached but the blood spattered like a fountain remained as clearly as a decoration on the stage.

but….

“Waaaa!!”

Listening to the enthusiastic cheers of the audience I felt it all over again.

That this is a different world.

And I already belong here too.

“Hehe I guess seeing blood makes you excited too?”

Well I’m not sure about that.

I know it’s my turn next.

“Lord Sylvania of Baron Hessen and Baron Martohan… Bjorn Yandel please take your seats!”

As instructed by the host I passed through the crowd and went on stage. At that moment a knight was coming up from the other side.

It was very elaborate.

Since I didn’t know the name I couldn’t find out just by looking at the bracket.

“Hehe you look surprised?”

I nodded slightly as if acknowledging it.

In the first match one of the three knights is the opponent?

Isn’t it amazing?

‘And he’s the most obnoxious guy.’

Without realizing it the corners of my mouth became curved.

I didn’t hear his resolution because he stopped trying to touch the baton at the end…

How can I forget that guy?

[I heard it got that name because it was small in the first place?]

He was the one who spread such ridiculous rumors.

It’s a bit hard for me to say this but

And that too on human subjects.

***

Before the duel begins.

He recites the duel oath.

A clichéd oath to engage in a duel seriously with the honor of a knight on the line and not to use sloppy or unfair tactics.

Next it was my turn.

“Behel—laaaaaaa!!!!”

A barbaric cry as it is omitting elaborate rhetoric.

The crowd’s enthusiasm grew even hotter.

“Waaaa!!”

In the meantime I’m muttering something as if I’m annoyed that I’m getting more attention… Sir.

“It’s vulgar and vulgar.”

So you thought barbarians were noble?

Soon under the guidance of the host they got closer and clashed their weapons.

He held out a long long sword not the mace he had left at the Baron’s mansion but a huge double-edged battle axe.

‘…I’m not used to using blades.’

It’s a pity but the writing method won’t be much different.

Just swing it like you normally would.

The results will probably be similar.

The only difference is whether it was cut or completely torn apart.

“Ha!”

As soon as the duel began the snake quickly kicked off the ground and rushed towards me.

It looks like he wants to repay the 10 second promise I made…

‘It’s fascinating.’

I first stepped back and took a posture of observation.

This was my first time encountering a knight’s swordsmanship so not only was I curious but…

Whi-profit-!

Even though he is an apprentice he is a knight and his sword is quite sharp.

“Die!”

It’s not some kind of martial arts herbivore.

A sword shot that appears as a three-pronged illusion.

For a moment I wondered which one was real but it was only a moment.

If you don’t know what’s real

Wouldn’t it be enough to just cut them all out?

‘I’m now a barbarian too.’

Set the blade of the ax to the side and swing it as wide as possible.

That alone was enough.

Kakang!

The sword’s trajectory was distorted by strong force and it began to lose its balance.

However despite the shock the guy did not let go of his sword.

Even though he must have been embarrassed he turned his body and swung his sword towards my neck like a combo weapon.

‘He’s definitely not someone to look down on.’

A sword strike that draws a gentle curve from the bottom like a waterspout.

Whatever the personality I acknowledged the other person.

How many generations of swordsmanship has this been passed down?

‘His weapon skills are several levels higher than mine.’

If the conditions were the same I definitely wouldn’t be able to beat this guy.

But it wasn’t a problem to worry about seriously.

“Behel—laaaaaaa!!!”

Because this guy and I are not in the same condition.

“The character used [Wild Eruption].”

“Temporarily the character’s threat value increases by three times and the physical value increases in proportion to that value.”

There are still 10 seconds left to go.