Bjorn Yandel the Barbarian

Chapter 152

Episode 152 The Barbarian Road (4)

Ah uh uh . . .

I was staring blankly at the mad brainwashing scene, but I came to my senses and entered the village.

In fact, even the word “village” was misleading.

The Barbarian’s Sanctuary was more like a campsite.

Tents pitched anywhere on your land, without distinction between your land and mine.

After passing by, I headed straight to the place where the shaman was. He judged that he did not need to meet with the tribal chief even though he did not know the location anymore.

‘What’s wrong?’

When I opened the shaman’s tent, it was empty.

In the end, I went to the tribal chief’s tent countless times.

But how did this happen?

There is no one in the tribal chief’s tent. Even if there was no tribal chief, the elders took turns keeping their seats.

‘what?’

As I was standing still in front of it, the elder, whom I had seen several times before, found me.

“Yandel’s son, Bjorn? Are you also here to attend the funeral?”

There was no need to ask whose funeral it was.

It was because it had been exactly half a year since Einar had been locked away in the Holy Land.

“…It must have been that day already.”

“It’s an honor to be able to leave something for future generations.”

After asking where the funeral was being held, I headed straight there.

In a gloomy, desolate forest.

After about 30 minutes, I saw the barbarians gathered in the depths with solemn expressions.

There were shamans and tribal chiefs, as well as familiar elders. Well, the first thing I noticed was someone else.

“Einar.”

Einar stands precariously.

Staring intently at the corpse of his master, who leaned his back on a thick tree.

“……Bjorn?”

Einar’s eyes were just blank as he called me.

Then, as I got closer, she bit her lip.

“If I had known this, I wouldn’t have done it.”

yeah i didn’t know

I thought you would have told me for sure.

“……Did you know about Bjorn?”

“okay.”

The training that Einar has been doing for six months is called ‘quenching’ among the barbarians.

The process of making a bowl by training the body.

In the game, after ‘quenching’ is completed, the body value increases significantly and you are qualified to receive ‘soul succession’.

Of course, it could end with just ‘quenching’…

“I heard that the elder suffered from a chronic illness.”

When I heard that the lifespan of the elder who had made Einar his successor was short, I had this situation in mind as well.

As you can see, he seemed to have never heard of this.

“That… I didn’t know!”

“It seems that the elder cared for you a lot.”

soul succession.

Along with the spirit imprint, it is one of the unique spells available only to the barbarians. Through this ritual, the barbarian can pass on one of his essences to future generations.

By the way, it can only be received once…

Those who succeed will surely lose their lives.

“…Why didn’t anyone tell me? If I had known this, I would have stopped right away.”

Einar muttered as if lamenting.

A voice full of regret and remorse.

The tribal chief, who had been watching this, opened his mouth.

“Kiduba was a coward.”

“Do not insult him! Kiduba was a fearless warrior!”

“Then it must have been because you were a coward. The reason Kiduba couldn’t explain the succession of the soul.”

“I’m a coward—!”

Seeing Einar in a fit of rage, the tribal chief cut off his words with a single sword.

“Then stop whining. If you want to prove that you’re not a coward, don’t humiliate his death any more. Warrior.”

“…….”

“There is no one in the world who does not feel pain. Nevertheless, overcome this and face it and move on. That is the way of a warrior.”

The funeral continued in silence.

The shaman approached the corpse, leaning against a tree, smeared blood on his face and waved a bell. Then, the solution was sprayed around to prevent insects from eating the corpse.

The barbarians silently watched the process in silence, and soon the shaman announced the end of the funeral.

“The spirit of Kiduba, the third son of Tohar, left the body and settled in the forest.”

Now the corpse left in the forest will rot into white bones, and at that time, the shaman’s hand will break even the bones into small pieces and scatter them in the forest.

The warriors standing in front of the corpse in order cut their hair or cut their hands and sprinkled blood around the corpse before leaving.

It didn’t take a long time.

“…….”

Now all that’s left is me and Einar.

I approached the corpse first and cut off the hair with a knife and scattered it around.

“Now it’s your turn.”

Einar did not answer.

However, rather than pressing further, I just left without a word. As much as it’s a farewell that I didn’t prepare, I’ll need time to organize it by myself.

***

“I knew it would come. Warrior.”

Soon after leaving the forest, I entered the shaman’s tent.

“Did you bring the ingredients?”

“okay.”

“Take it out and try it.”

Following the shaman’s instructions, I took out the ‘immortal heart’ that I had stored in my backpack. A troll’s heart, pounding and beating shallowly, placed on a piece of cloth in a box.

“Did you get it yourself?”

“No, I bought it at the exchange.”

“How much?”

I don’t know why I was curious about that, but once I answered, the shaman giggled.

“How did a guy like this come out. Jaebok Han is really born, he’s a warrior.”

Most of my conversations with the shaman were like this, but today I felt strangely bad.

Is that why?

Unknowingly, I shot myself.

“Don’t talk about Jaebok or anything without knowing anything.”

At my words, the shaman just grinned.

“Hmm, since you came back alive and well, it’s probably not your problem… You must have lost something?”

“I don’t want to answer.”

“Yeah, that’s not bad either.”

“…….”

“Warrior, the more you lose something precious, the stronger you will become.”

I wanted to curse very much, but I just kept quiet. For some reason, the more I talk to this old man, the more I feel like I’m getting involved.

“Okay, can I get the spirit imprint today?”

“Of course.”

The shaman happily shook his head at my question.

I thought it might be because I was tired from having a funeral.

jiggle.

Afterwards, he put the 1 million stones requested by the shaman into a jar and lay down on the floor.

The sixth imprint of the undead path we have reached.

“This time, too, there are three paths.”

After listening to a brief explanation, I chose one.

There was no room for worry.

In the first place, I saw this one and from the beginning, I put most of my property in the imprint.

“I will choose the soul of Mugu.”

“Geuk, even if you ask me to change it later, I can’t change it.”

Soon after, the shaman started piercing me with needles. Before long, a sharp pain overtook me.

However, I was able to endure it more than before.

It is a psychological reason that has nothing to do with the intensity of the pain.

Because I know that a very big mistake awaits behind this.

?The ability level increases by +60.?

The most difficult stat to obtain.

MP regeneration greatly increased.

Simply put, it means that you can now use [Giant] more often and keep it longer.

Well, nothing compared to the main dish.

?The soul of the weapon dwells in the body.?

?By the unique effect [Unity], the performance of the equipment is enhanced in proportion to the character’s ability level.?

[Unity].

[Wild Eruption], which was active, and a passive skill that is always applied.

Although it has considerable performance by itself…

this skill contains a hidden element.

Perhaps because of the concept of becoming one body with the weapon, if you have this, your equipment will not be damaged even if you [enlarge it].

In other words, there is no need to take off the equipment cumbersomely anymore.

Not only that, but it is also possible to smash enemies with a super-giant mace and shield!

“Khehehehe. Behel laaa…”

The sorcerer chanted as he saw me smiling sobbing despite the pain remaining in my body.

“I mean, he’s also an insane guy.”

Like a barbarian, he passed the evaluation of others on one ear.

***

?Bjorn Yandel?

Level: 4

Body: 555 (New +225) / Spirit: 198 (New +44) / Ability: 188 (New +60)

Item Level: 98 (New -770)

Overall Combat Index: 965.5 (New +23.5)

Essence obtained: Corpse Golem – Rank 7 / Orc Hero – Rank 5 / Ogre – Rank 3(New)

***

How long has it been since the 6th imprint?

Beyond the tent is still bright.

I asked as I gulped down the water from the kettle on the nightstand.

“Could it be that a day has passed?”

“Are you going to cry in front of me because it was hard?”

All it takes is a simple ‘yes’.

No matter how many times I heard it, I couldn’t understand it, but I didn’t bother to argue.

Well, to be exact, it was close to not having the power to do that.

It was a car that I got up and packed my backpack.

“It’s a warrior.”

At this time of year, the shaman, who always told me to get out of here because he was tired, calls me.

And a completely unexpected bomb exploded.

“How did you come to receive an oracle from a human god?”

For a while, my heart skipped a beat.

I let out a long sigh.

It’s clear that you already know everything, so there’s no point in denying it.

“Who the hell did you hear it from? No, how many people know that now?”

“The ring you’re wearing now is so entangled in your destiny, don’t you know? Don’t worry. Others won’t notice at all.”

The witch doctor scoffed at what it would mean if it had eyes but was no different than a knothole.

Strangely enough, the shaman seemed to be in a good mood.

I asked cautiously.

“Are you going to tell the chief?”

“Why should I?”

Well, I have nothing to say if I say that…

“It’s just an old tradition. It’s just like what I did in the forest yesterday. Thousands of years ago, we left our hometown and came to belong to this city. It made us know that God exists. I learned civilization in its true sense.”

“What do you mean?”

“Why should we deny and hate an existence that exists and benefits our lives while relying on and following the spirit of our ancestors?

The shaman still hadn’t changed.

Especially in that it is difficult to understand. Of course, I couldn’t say anything against planting as long as my weaknesses were properly identified.

“…so what do you think the tribal chief will be like?”

“What if I found out you were under an oracle?”

The shaman giggled and replied.

“Why do you ask what you already know? If you’re that stupid bastard, I’ll brand you a traitor right away and kick you out. Kick! Maybe they’ll cut off their heads and burn them.”

……That’s true. Is

Nimiral just going to have no choice but to live in suspense until the spirit imprint is finished?

Thinking about that and biting my lips bitterly. The shaman continued, ”

Warrior, you are worrying needlessly.”

“Useless worrying?”

Why do you think it was like that?”

There was nothing to think deeply about.

The history of the earth was like that.

Reform.

Whenever new ideas and concepts were needed, those who wanted to turn their backs on the old era appeared.

Later generations called them great men.

‘This Crazy old man…….’

I soon realized

what the shaman was trying to

say .

.Otherwise

, you wouldn’t dare to think of a solution like this.

If there is a problem, destroy it by destroying it.

In other words…

“You can become the chief.”

Take over the barbarians before being kicked out “How about this, isn’t this a much warrior-like path?”

I

don’t know if it’s a warrior-like path.

I grinned without knowing it.

A barbarian less than a year old.

That’s actually an evil spirit.

But seeing me like that, I became a barbarian road and tasted this race. “You sound funny, Shaman.”

It

was quite an appealing story,

especially in that it was reasonable in its own way.