Bjorn Yandel the Barbarian

Chapter 451

Episode 451 Extended (4)

The moment I climbed up the pit after finishing the duel with the tribal chief, the warriors who were shouting with excitement suddenly shut their mouths and looked at me.

Looks like he’s waiting for you to say something.

“Behel—laaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!”

Let’s give out a rough battle cry, the warriors shouted together as if they were satisfied.

oh my ears hurt

Swoop.

While being cheered by so many warriors, I looked down the pit and saw the elders leading the fallen tribal chief and disappearing.

The words of a loser who looks so lonely.

No warrior was interested in the back of a vanishing loser. It may seem heartless at first glance, but in this culture, it was very natural.

It’s just the providence of nature that separates the winners from the losers.

Because nothing more and nothing less.

coo-! coo-! coo-! coo-!

Nothing was prepared, but the festival began right away. Warriors who knew how to play musical instruments beat their drums, and those who lacked skill just punched their chests.

Everyone danced casually and raised their glasses high.

On the spot, he cut down a tree and made a big fire, and grilled meat from unknown sources and shared it with the warriors.

And at that time, when the sun went down.

“Great warrior!! Where are you going!!”

“pee.”

I got out of the center of the raucous festivities and headed towards the dwelling. The warriors I encountered in the middle said something, but now they didn’t pay much attention to whether they enjoyed playing more than congratulating me.

trudge trudge.

The farther away from the center of the festival, the darker and quieter the surroundings became.

coo-! coo-!

A forest road where the sound of a drum echoes faintly in the distance.

Einar, who had not been seen since the middle of the festival, was walking toward us from the other side.

“Bjorn? What’s going on here?”

Ainar seemed suspicious that I, the main character of the festival, came to a remote place without playing anymore.

“I thought I’d see the chief for a while. Where is he?”

“In the tent you were using.”

“Are you awake?”

“Well, I was sleeping until a little while ago.”

“I guess it was from there?”

“Anyway… I’m a little nervous.”

“okay?”

I didn’t bother to ask what was bothering me so much. Wasn’t Einar the one who had been learning a lot from the tribal chief since he was known to have died?

I must have felt something strange.

There must have been many things I wanted to say.

“More than that, congratulations Bjorn! I found out later that you are the first! No warrior has ever become a tribal leader at such a young age as you!”

“Simply put, I’m the youngest?”

“That’s right! That’s it! The youngest! Isn’t it amazing?”

Well, it’s information that I didn’t know first, but it doesn’t feel that real.

“Anyway, if you’re going to the tribal chief, why don’t we go together?”

“But weren’t you on your way from there?”

“Haha! What does that matter? I was on my way to you anyway!”

“If so.”

Heading to the tribal chief’s tent with Ainar, we exchanged a few words. Most of it was about this duel, and then the current state of the tribal chief.

Are the wounds almost healed now?

“The elders are all nerdy!

“…….”

“It’s like that at the coming-of-age ceremony too! I said that at least shoes should be worn properly!

“Einar.”

“huh?”

“In that case, it is said to be irrational.”

“Ah… is that so?”

When I corrected the word, Einar scratched the back of his head with an embarrassed expression.

And…….

trud trudge.

The conversation was interrupted for a while and we walked quietly along the forest path.

Einar opened his mouth again when he slowly saw the tribal chief’s tent.

“Bjorn.”

Einar slowed down his pace and stood behind me.

“As expected, no matter how much I think about it, I think you’re better than me. You’re smart, strong, and warriors follow you even if you don’t do anything.”

yeah you weren’t okay either.

“Aina—”

I turned around and tried to say something, but Einar cut me off.

“So please take good care of me.”

“……?”

“Because you can do a hundred and fifty times better than me! All the other warriors will think so!”

I don’t know where the 150x calculation came from, but I just nodded.

“I get it.”

“Really? Then that’s it. Go. You’ve reached your destination now. I’m going to join the warriors and play and rest.”

“Okay. See you later.”

Einar turned his back and went back through the forest, and I entered the chief’s tent.

“You’re here.”

Surprisingly, the tribal chief was awake.

It’s also in pretty good shape.

Could it be because Einar used the potion? Swelling remained all over the body, but that was only it.

Sigh.

I didn’t have the landlord’s permission, but I pulled out a barbarian-looking chair and sat down on it.

“Are you okay?”

“It’s not something you have to worry about.”

“okay?”

Well, I was just asking out of politeness.

The introduction was enough, so I went straight to the main topic.

“When will you give me the position of chieftain?”

“As soon as it is light tomorrow morning.”

This was an answer I did not expect.

“I thought it would take a while because I need to contact the other warriors as well.”

“Anyway, the story of you must have spread throughout the city by now. Everyone who will come will come on their own.”

Um… definitely not wrong.

As the festival continued, the number of warriors who heard the news and came to visit began to increase exponentially.

“But… you look very relieved after fighting so hard, don’t you?”

The second question was a personal curiosity.

“Because I’ve always thought it wasn’t the right position for me. Of course, I’m sorry I lost.”

“I see.”

“So why did you come to see me?”

The tribal chief asked me as if I was certain that I had other business, and I smiled and brought up the real business.

“I want to hear about the king.”

“…king?”

“So what kind of a king is he?”

Wouldn’t he be the chief of the tribe tomorrow?

The time has come to discover the dark secrets of the walled kingdom.

***

“It’s a king…….”

The chief laughed bitterly as he leaned his back against the wall.

“Only once.”

“huh?”

“It was only once. That I met him.”

That part was a bit surprising.

I thought you knew the king well, as you said so fearfully last time.

“It was around the time the Holy Relic War was coming to an end… It must have been about 13 years from now. It was when I had just become chieftain. I first saw him at a tribal conference where I participated with the ambition of reviving our fallen tribe.”

The tribal chief’s breathing was rough as he fixed his eyes on the empty air.

As if the memory of that day came to mind.

“There… what happened?”

“At first, it was no different from the usual meeting. The dwarf and the beastman talked about something I didn’t know, and I was busy arguing with the dwarf and the old man in the Mage Tower who participated in the meeting as a human representative.”

“Magic tower? Shouldn’t the human representative be the king?”

“I guess that’s what it should be, but it’s always been like that since I became tribal chief. Always a different human being represented in the conference instead of the king.”

“I see…”

It was the first information I had ever heard.

As a mere warrior, it was difficult to get information about the tribal conference where the representatives of each race gathered.

“Anyway, that’s why that day was special.”

A king’s procession that is hard to see once in a lifetime.

However, the tribal chief said he was still not sure why the king appeared during the meeting.

“I was fighting the old man in the Mage Tower, and when I came to my senses, he was there. Everyone, including me, didn’t know his identity. One of us tried to kick him out, asking what kind of guy he was. But…”

“…but?”

“It was just one word.”

kneel down my servants

The moment that word came out of the king’s mouth, the tribal chiefs stood up in a daze and knelt in front of him, forgetting what they were about to say.

And…

“We didn’t know who he was yet, but the words came out of our mouths.”

“What did you mean?”

“Meet Your Majesty the King.”

It was a truly terrifying experience when you think about it again, the tribal chief added. In that brief moment, did you feel an absolute helplessness that destroyed even the will to resist?

Of course, what I was interested in was the other part.

‘It’s the ability to manipulate… Could it be that he’s a wizard?’

What is the source of the king’s power?

First of all, the essence of the expression that manipulates the target without any touch does not exist in the labyrinth.

So, if there is a possibility, a degree of magic.

However, when he brought up such a guess, the tribal chief shook his head resolutely.

“It was different from magic or essence. It was as if the voice had power. It felt like it was imprinted in my blood and soul since I was born. He is my king and my master.”

The more I listened to the experience, the more confused I seemed, but once I heard the rest of the story.

“So what happened after that?”

“It wasn’t much. He just looked around us like he was looking for someone and said, ‘He’s not here’ and left. And then we were able to breathe in the breath we had been holding back.”

This is all about the story of our tribal chief meeting the king. I checked a few things before making my reasoning in earnest.

“How strong were the tribal chiefs back then? Well… most of them must have been like me.”

The king’s ‘manipulation ability’ was not enough to even say it was absolute.

It’s because he manipulated the top 5 explorers on the 8th floor or higher with a single word.

In addition, the controllable range seemed to have no limit.

“Isn’t it because it’s an easy command that you couldn’t resist? That’s funny. I’d rather die than kneel to a human I’ve never seen before.”

The tribal chief was convinced.

If the king had ordered death, this life would have been cut off on the spot.

‘If it’s not essence or magic… what kind of magic did the king use?’

I don’t know.

But fortunately, there is still a corner to roll the hope circuit.

“Ah, by the way, the old man in the Mage Tower only realized his true identity after we knelt down, and there were times when he knelt after us.”

Maybe it doesn’t work for humans.

Such conjectures are possible, but not certain.

There is a possibility that the king only used his power against the tribal chiefs.

‘……Anyway, one thing is certain that the king has such an ability.’

Still, this was not a bad income, so I asked one last question.

“What did the king look like? Did he look sick?”

“…I can’t remember. At what age, whether it was a woman or a man, even that voice that penetrated my ears…”

Hmm… Could it be that the king can also manipulate memories?

No, maybe he used that kind of magic or item. Unlike the control ability, there are several things that can produce similar effects.

“Now, have your questions about the king been answered?”

“To some extent.”

“Yes? I’m glad you are.”

The tribal chief shook his hand as if telling him to leave now when his business is over.

And…

‘It’s kind of weird.’

That attitude caught me off guard.

“Chief, can I ask you one last question?”

“Do it now.”

“Why do you look so casual?

The day before, the chief of the tribe told me.

If we hate humans, we have no place to live.

So even if it’s unreasonable, you have to endure it.

It was a bit frustrating from the viewer’s point of view, but it was a reasonable statement from the tribal chief’s point of view.

But…

“Why do I care about that? Now I’m not the tribal chief or anything.”

The tribal chief laughed as if he had heard a strange noise.

“From tomorrow I am a barbarian.”

One warrior, not a tribal chief.

“And…”

the tribal chief told me as a warrior.

“Since ancient times, we have always been on the side of the conflict. How did you get the answer?”

“……enough.”

“That’s good. Then, I’m hungry, so let’s go.”

I came out of the 20,000 tent according to the chieftain’s celebratory order, and I opened a tent and went to sleep.

and the next morning.

“Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa-!!!”

In front of over 10,000 warriors.

“Warriors, I, Yandel’s son Bjorn, swear by the warrior’s name!”

Even if I say difficult things, no one will understand.

short and concise.

“We’ll get stronger, we’ll win back everything we lost, and we’ll go further!”

I declared looking at the castle wall beyond the forest.

And…

?The position within the character’s tribe is changed from ‘general warrior’ to ‘tribal chief’

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***

“The character’s support has increased by +1.”

“The character’s support has increased by +1.” “

The character’s support has increased by +1.” “

The character ‘s support has increased by +1.”

Increases support by +1……?

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