Volume 2: Boundless Walker Chapter 74: Improvise Little Gratz!
Hessetings, outside.
Night sky, down.
The war spread, beside.
Two figures, one white and one black, confronted each other.
The white figure was tall and strong, far superior to an ordinary human, and his claws gleamed coldly in the reflection of the firelight.
No one would doubt the power of the white figure.
Because the white figure is called Hermann!
He mastered the 'secret arts' of the Wolf royal family, and as an exile, he became one of the Wolf royal family, and the heir to the Wolf royal family - in the war against Ryan, he led the way and conquered cities.
At least 20 of Ryan's generals died at Hermann's hands.
Among them are many mysterious people with extraordinary powers.
Confidence accumulates through battle after battle.
Finally, we achieved the determination to win!
Hermann never doubted that he could capture Ryan within 28 days.
At least, that was the case a moment ago.
And now?
Hermann was a little shaken.
He raised his head and looked at Goethe.
Looking at Goethe, who was taller, stronger, and had sharper claws than him.
Hermann froze.
He was a little overwhelmed.
In fact, everyone was at a loss.
The people of Lane and the women of Woll are the same.
They looked at the black figure in the scene, as if they were in a dream.
"How is that possible?"
"How is this possible?"
"Why does Marple know the secrets of the Wolf royal family?"
Silik muttered to himself.
Such mumblings represent the thoughts of everyone in Wolfe's army - why would the secrets of the Wolfe royal family be mastered by outsiders? No! That's not right! The person who mastered the secrets of the Wolfe royal family should be a member of the Wolfe royal family!
and……
Looking at Goethe's 4-meter height and strong limbs, some high-ranking officials in Wolf's army suddenly had some guesses in their hearts.
However, this has nothing to do with Goethe.
At this moment, he pinned Hermann to the ground and beat him violently.
Bang bang bang bang!
The claws fell on Herman like a violent storm.
Suddenly, Hermann was covered in blood.
Herman was also fighting back.
But the incomparable power of the past seemed so helpless at this moment, and it couldn't even scratch Goethe's skin - as Goethe's [body] increased, the effect of [Celtic Blood Sacrifice. Wolf (Incomplete)] had long been improved to the point that when he turned into a werewolf, he gained fur that could resist explosive-level attacks and claws that could resist bullet-level attacks.
Although the additional [Body] +1 has not changed.
But it's enough.
Wearing the [Spirit Armor] and the werewolf's own fur, and a double anti-explosion shield, Hermann's minions were no more than a tickle to Goethe.
And Goethe's claws fell on Hermann?
It's like a knife cutting butter!
One knife, one piece!
Clean and neat!
This scene is so unbearable to watch.
That’s right!
I just can't bear to look at it!
Many people subconsciously turned their heads away when they saw Goethe beating Hermann.
miserable!
It’s so miserable!
It's like a Chihuahua meeting a Tibetan Mastiff.
Both are adults and both have claws and teeth.
But the difference in body size and the resulting difference in strength made everything a foregone conclusion.
Ten seconds later, Hermann was no longer breathing.
A member of the House of Wolfe, the heir to the throne, died outside the city of Hessetings.
Goethe stood up again and leaped into Wolf's camp.
“Stop him!”
“Shoot! Shoot!”
The Wolfe officers, awakened from their dreams, shouted loudly.
Sizzle! Sizzle!
Goethe, who had accumulated enough [Thunder] in Hermann, immediately chose to release it. Thick electric currents like white pythons rushed in all directions with Goethe as the center. Those members of Wolf's mysterious wing who had already gathered around and thought they were flawless were all turned into charcoal without even a groan.
The ordinary soldiers were killed without a trace.
at the same time--
Haha!
Thousands of crows swooped down from the sky with ominous cries.
The Volvo soldiers were suddenly in a state of panic.
Goethe took this opportunity to rush to his target: a man in military uniform with a big gold star on his shoulder.
This is the target locked with the help of the [Blood Crow Spirit]'s vision.
The other party was surrounded by a group of people.
Even when Hermann appeared on the battlefield, he remained respectful to the enemy.
Undoubtedly a big shot!
At this moment, the other party's face was quite calm when facing Goethe.
Even if there is panic in his eyes.
But it was also fleeting.
"I think..."
puff!
The moment the other party opened his mouth, Goethe waved his claws.
"Marshal Hein is dead!"
"Marshal Hein is dead!"
Such shouts were heard among Wolf's soldiers, and everyone saw the tall black figure walking out carrying a human head. That head belonged to Marshal Hein, who had just arrived at the front line today to inspect the secret weapons.
When the head was thrown at the feet of Wolfe's soldiers, their morale dropped sharply.
When another group of soldiers fell down for no reason because of Goethe's "Desperate Gaze", the morale of Wolf's soldiers dropped again.
When a fireball rose from Goethe's wolf claws and was thrown into the ammunition depot, and the flames illuminated the night sky, the Volvo soldiers completely collapsed.
“Ahhhhhh!”
"Demon Wolf!"
"Split Wolf!"
The entire Wolfe vanguard army camp exploded.
All Wolfe soldiers became overwhelmed.
Some are stubborn and continue to fight.
Some timid ones choose to run away.
When several officers who organized the attack were named by Goethe, Wolff's vanguard was defeated.
"kill!"
Lanster and others shouted loudly and launched a charge.
The remaining garrison troops of Hessetings were mobilized in full force to chase Wolfe's vanguard troops of more than 30,000.
They chased him for ten miles.
Wolfe's vanguard troops fled, abandoning their weapons and armor.
The garrison at Hessetings stopped the pursuit.
They began to return to Hessetings to clean up the battlefield.
Every garrison soldier looked at the black figure on the battlefield with utmost respect.
This includes the militia, the reserve forces, and the remnants of the White Lion Legion.
Even the advisor, Silik, bowed and saluted towards the black figure.
"Lord Marple, His Majesty wishes to see you immediately."
the counselor whispered.
Goethe nodded, took the cloak beside him, and changed back into human form - he didn't have those big pants that could shrink at will. When he really grew bigger, his clothes and coat would all turn into pieces.
After glancing at Lanst and the others, Goethe turned around and followed Silik towards the castle.
Looking at Goethe's back, the crowd suddenly cheered.
“Win!”
"Long live Lord Marple!"
The sound came suddenly.
But then, it was like a tsunami.
"We win! We win!"
"Long live Lord Marple!"
The sound spread from near to far, from outside the city to inside the city. All the citizens of Hessetins took to the streets. They stood in the night , staring at the black voice, casting respectful eyes and giving the most sincere blessings.
Among them were commoners, nobles, and beggars.
Among them were farmers, craftsmen, and disabled soldiers.
Among them were painters, sculptors, and bards.
The painter picked up his brush and began to depict this moment.
The sculptor closed his eyes and his fingers trembled.
And those bards improvised even more——
"The lion watches the grassland."
"Lian is protecting Hesse."
"When Ryan is in danger, a hero will appear——"
"In the moonlight, he was tall and strong."
"In the darkness, he manipulates thunder and fire."
"He shelters the Hasedings."
“He protected our homeland.”
“We should be praising him.”
"We should remember his name—"
"Poirot Marple!"
"He is Wolff's Split Wolf!"
"He is also Ryan's savior!"
The bard's song came to my ears. It was not pleasant to listen to, and it was even a little bit incoherent, but everyone sang along - the fear and depression brought by the war were released at this moment.
Cheers and laughter.
Show in this moment.
Then……
Crying quietly.
The war took away their husbands, brothers, fathers or friends.
They have reason to cry.
No one can stop it.
It started to drizzle in the sky at some point.
The painter stopped his brush and the sculptor raised his head.
The bards even played their harps again.
"Cry, cry, we——"
"We are bidding farewell to our loved ones."
"We are seeing off our friends."
"The night was a moment of silence for us."
"The rain sent them off."
"Our thoughts will be delivered by the wind."
"Our eyes will be on the direction you are heading."
"My dear relatives and friends, please walk quickly and don't stay any longer."
"My dear relatives and friends, please walk slowly and look back again."
“May we meet in the land of the afterlife!”
“May we protect each other!”
…
The singing drifted away into the distance with the night wind.
Goethe walked into the castle listening to such songs.
The moment the little Graz saw Goethe, he ran over. The young king did not show any restraint. He just took Goethe's hand, kissed the back of his hand, and said in the most sincere words: "Sir Marple, can I call you father?"
“After my father’s sudden death, I was left with a deep sense of fear.”
"And your presence made me feel safe again with my father by my side."
"Please do not refuse a young child's request, godfather!"
Having said this, the young king knelt on one knee without waiting for Goethe to react.
"Thank you, godfather, for rushing back and saving the Hasedings and the entire Ryan."
"As the King of Ryan, on behalf of all of Ryan, I express my gratitude to you."
"I am still young and incapable. I need a real elder to help me manage Ryan."
"You are the right person."
"No one else can be the regent of Ryan except you."
The young king looked at Goethe with deep affection.
There were even tears in his eyes.
At this time, Goethe suddenly understood why little Gratz inherited the throne of King Lean instead of Andinan - it was not a matter of whether Andinan was unconscious or not.
But, even if Andinan was awake.
The throne of king will definitely belong to Little Graz.
Because this young man...
Act on your own!
Moreover, shameless!
Goethe really saw a little bit of himself in the other person - when they were in the "club" in his hometown, he and the other person were a little bit similar.
In addition, considering his future plans, he does need an appropriate identity.
so--
"Um."
