Cardboard Houses Do Not Tear

64 – Dense Formation

After the declaration of war, of course, magic did not cover the air.

If that had been desired, the lower ones would have appeared instead of the lords and recited a 5700-word speech made up of lengthy overlapping interrogative sentences as if talking to each other against a wall.

But that wasn’t the case, and in the rear, the lords stood with wizards and knights.

I dare to guess, it was proof that they were angry, but not to the point of crossing the line.

It was because the lords wanted ‘moderate goodwill’ revenge, and they didn’t want more than that.

As Hwar An said, if he makes an estimate before he gets angry, his anger will subside.

That’s why magic had a mutual deterrence that prevented the other side from derailing just by its existence.

Therefore, the wizard standing next to the lord could serve as a loudspeaker for propaganda, informing heaven and earth of the legitimacy of violence.

That’s why, because of the needless massacre, the unfortunate incident of feeding the necromancer hiding somewhere down there did not happen.

After paying countless compliments to the calmness of the nobles of the central region, I looked down.

It was obvious where he was going. The ruts were pointing downwards.

Just as a sparrow cannot pass a mill, a burnt necromancer cannot pass a battlefield.

So, it was obvious where we were going.

Before that son of a b*tch could get his sh*t together, I had to be the one to open it.

But it didn’t go down right away.

If you go down now, he won’t suddenly appear.

If I’m a necromancer, I won’t come out until there’s enough corpses, rage, and blood in the ground.

Even if I went down now, I couldn’t end the war, and I couldn’t catch him.

So I thought about the timing for ‘I am a Necromancer’ to appear.

At least after the intersection of the long spears. After the melee began, with halberds and two-handed mercenaries hiding in the dense battle lines popping out.

At the latest, when the archers in the rear and the wagons to supply arrows and other equipment were deployed forward.

If you jump out later than that, the outcome of the battlefield will be decided.

It’s a supply wagon on one side, and the archers are close to the center. Conversely, it means that the other side has been pushed back and pushed back, and the Battle of Yeongji will end soon.

No matter how strong a warlock you are, you won’t be able to dodge that many arrows, so he will come out soon.

I am willing to wait until then. I’m not the one going forward with a long spear down there.

And there was one more reason.

“Ha ha, ha ha.”

“Whoa.”

Our party members are in pretty bad shape.

Even if Priest Rien said that, he would not be able to cope with the sudden situation if he rushed down to the Prianian squad leader in such a state.

Even though it was somewhat far from the battlefield, it was better to rest at a distance where grenades would not fly.

So I strapped on my gun and told the party.

“Let’s take a break and then go.”

Priest Rien said, pointing to the ruts heading down the hill, even with his back bent.

“But, G-House mercenary, wouldn’t the black magician have already gone down?”

“It must have gone down.”

“Then you have to save the people down there.”

“I will save it.”

I’m going to kill him for the sake of my life, so in the end I’m going to save him.

“But before that, I will go after taking care of those closest to me first.”

“How come?”

“I can’t reach them, but I can reach them.”

If I can reach down the hill and pick up a man, I will pick up the warlock’s head and bring it before me.

But I can’t do that, so I have to take care of the people I touch first.

“I have a strange tendency to prioritize the certainty that is near over the uncertain that is far away.”

It is not without disinterest.

Because I have an ulterior motive to take care of such greed, that it is only for me to live.

“So now is the time to take a break. For a little later.”

After I turned around to Priest Rien, I pointed to a rock next to me and said.

It was quite spacious, enough to accommodate four people, not three.

“I’ll let you know if he shows up, so sit down.”

Hearing her words, she nodded her head.

Then he suddenly grabbed my arm and led me.

“Huh?”

Unknowingly, I sat down in the middle of the rock and looked at Priest Rien.

“Priest?”

“All three of you can rest! You can see the plains from here too!”

“I’m fine.”

“No!”

She shook her head, sat down next to me, and said so.

“G-house mercenary is also a member of our party! You deserve a break!”

Those bright golden eyes patted the stone floor next to him this time. She knocked, she said.

“Just come and sit here Mr. Prianian! His seat is spacious!”

The squad leader stared at the hand for a moment, then sat down quietly.

It’s because it’s not next to Priest Rien, but next to me.

“There is a lot of dirt on that side. I only receive thanks from my heart.”

While saying that, the prianian squad leader put the crossbow on the ground.

It was a bit burdensome to be sandwiched between the two of them even though they were far apart.

But there was no time for that now.

I had to think about what I would have done if I were a necromancer, and I had to come up with a plan in that direction first.

So I asked a question.

“By the way, Priest Rien. Could a warlock be able to heal himself?”

Healing, mana recovery, summoning medium.

Three things just came to my mind. It was because he needed to know which of the three was the one that retrieved the dark magic from the tunnel.

“……”

But she didn’t answer.

“…Priest?”

When she turned her head, she sat blankly looking down at the plain, sadly.

I turned my head away from the forest and watched the forest of polearms, as dense as a toothpick barrel, lie flat on my face.

It’s because there isn’t much left before the first row on both sides touches.

The procession of people carrying long spears about 6 meters high and marching toward each other resounded like watching two hairbrushes approaching each other.

If the northern charge is a fast-paced fight, the long spear formation is a slow-breaking fight.

That’s why maintaining the formation was even more important, but it was simpler than I thought.

It’s because I didn’t have the backbone to move forward first at the lead.

As I hesitated back, there was a barricade made of arms that naturally formed as another person aimed a spear forward, blocking their escape.

Therefore, the answer is only one. Walking forward.

Crush the teeth of the other comb, beyond, beyond.

Walking for a breath of air after a battle.

That’s why I was able to pick and choose the path to death that was paid for and walked instead.

Wow…

Long live the count…

There are two counts in this land. So I don’t know who you are talking about.

Just live.

If you don’t do that, countless memories will be recalled until the moment the blades meet.

It is a sound made instinctively, just like a child shouting out a sound without a filter because he does not want to recall the dark history in his head again.

And everyone who ate a knife on the spot knows that the one who destroys the memories in the head the fastest can survive.

I don’t know if that’s why. They are bound to become masters of erasing memories and emotions.

Even while the thought was lengthy, at some point, the tips of the pike’s spears interlocked.

Then they gently pass each other. Just like walking, slowly, slowly.

That’s why. One last shout again.

“aaa!!!”

“Yaaa!!!”

In that shout, as always, there was regret mixed with ostentation. There was a mixture of pretense and coercion.

Those suffering from painlessness are now committing self-injury for the sake of justice for others.

I couldn’t fall back.

That’s why in the last two steps, I run forward with all my might and throw it out.

There is no destructive sound. It was thanks to a mixture of yelling and screaming.

aaa!!

Die aaa!!

As always, the close combat of long spears and pikes was like holding a comb in both hands and squeezing them as they interlocked.

The hands holding the two combs interlocked, and he didn’t care even if the blood flowed.

It didn’t matter if I moaned.

Because the brain that moves the hand wasn’t connected to them anyway.

I couldn’t even say it was unfair.

Not only can the man with his mouth pierced over there not be able to speak, and he will have a contract deposit on his waist.

So the only thing left was to move forward.

To penetrate even a little deeper, to kill the opponent and survive.

At some point, the two combs became a perfect rectangle at the intersection.

It was so perfect that it was oozing with jagged screams and blood from the center.

Until rectangles become squares, and squares become bloody rectangles again.

They won’t stop.

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At the time when the formations on both sides became dense and a little more red and moist.

“Waaa!!!”

“Press it!!”

Mercenaries with polearms started coming out like head lice from among the hair made of tree branches.

Then, he lifts the halberd as if slashing it, and pierces the opponent’s spear into the ground.

In the meantime, the ally’s long spear took a step forward and stepped on the opponent’s spear, while the halberd took off the blade.

The moment the 6m spear pole is stepped on, no one can lift it up again, so the opponent pulls out the arming sword from their waist and starts responding.

But no one could ignore Lich’s fight.

“Quaaagh!!”

Soon after, someone’s polearm’s hook caught his arm, and he collapsed with his helmet dented by a two-hander.

Now, the distance for the allies to advance is about 2m more, and before leaving 1m, they collide with the spear coming from behind.

In order to walk 1m, a situation occurs where one person dies.

However, mercenaries with halberds or billhooks in the line of long spears were not always successful.

Whoosh!

Just as we had so much fun, the half-sworded opponent’s two-hander is pierced toward our mercenary who is trying to suppress the spearhead.

As the ally, whose arm was cut long, tried to respond again, one of the enemies about to be attacked turned his long spear and struck him hard in the side.

Although the swing width was narrow, the centrifugal force could not be ignored.

In the end, the allies disappeared, and the enemy advanced about 1m.

Stepping on the corpse and stepping on it, even within the square of blood, a difference in elevation began to form.

Meanwhile, the warlock was nowhere to be seen.

“……”

During that series of processes, Priest Rien did not turn his head. He was just reciting a small eulogy.

I didn’t stop her. She couldn’t stop

I did not send my condolences to them.

Because a priest has a priest’s way.

I waited instead.

Because I have my own way.