The Transmigrated Novelist

Jealousy is truly frightening!

Especially when it is found inside the heart, and being of a narrow-minded idiot, that can't stand anyone else to be above him.

This was the case with Fjord! His existence, his being couldn't allow to exist people that were much more capable than he was.

It was just impossible!

So, the moment he managed to recollect himself a bit, he started screaming,

"Archer's kill them!"

Peers who was beside him almost fell from his horse, he couldn't believe just what stupid order his brother was spouting out of his rotten mouth.

He agreed with his brother that the warrior fighting their barbarian general should die, but this was just beyond logic.

The moment that the archers would start shouting they could control their arrows, the volley would be able to land on Roy, but would also land on the barbarian general, and other barbarian warriors.

Like this, they would be exchanging the life of one fighter, with the lives of the barbarian general and a lot of their barbarian warriors.

It was completely irrational and stupid, not to mention that it would create troubles in the future with the tribe Head.

He couldn't let that happen, so he tried to reason with his narrow-minded brother,

"Brother Fjord, you can't…"

But at that moment, Fjords heart and mind were already captivated by the poison of jealousy and narrow-mindedness, so how could he allow his useless bastard brother to give him opinion, as he screamed,

"The fu*ck do you think you are to question my orders? You damn bastard! Shut the fu*ck up if you don't want to join after them!"

His eyes were bloodshot, and he had clearly lost all reason. No one would be able to reason with him, and even Peers was unable to say a thing.

He could only look at his brother with disgust, anger, and hate, but he had no other choice but to obey. Even if he moved right then and there, the soldiers would kill him, after he killed Fjord.

He had to be patient, and wait for his choice, but he swore inside his heart, that once Fjord falls in his hands, he was going to make him regret the day he was born to this world.

The soldiers clearly heard this little episode, and no one dared to disobey. Not to mention that an army is just like its leader.

The barbarian general was a strong, and stubborn warrior that never made a step back, so when he run towards Roy's tribe camp, all his warriors followed behind him, without caring about their lives.

The soldiers behind Fjord were just like him, pretentious arrogant pri*cks, that despised the barbarians as savages, and treated them nothing short of animals.

While they didn't dare to do something like that excessively in the camp, as they were afraid of their prowess, and strength.

Now was a different matter altogether. This was their golden chance to make these savages pay for all the humiliation they felt due to their weakness and impossibility.

With those thoughts in mind, and their smirks on their faces, the archers immediately loaded their bows, as a volley of arrows bloated the light from above.

Since they were in a forest, a lot of their arrows were stuck on tree trunks, but the rest made their way perfectly to the surroundings of the fighting place, between Roy and the barbarians general.

At that moment, Roy and that barbarian were still fighting with their paws like wild bears, but almost instantly they were able to feel the volley of arrows towards them.

The barbarian general most probably was able to do so due to his instincts as a warrior, while Roy had his own 'sense area'.

He was truly startled by the situation, as he didn't expect the enemy to be so stupid as to try to kill him, and their own people at the same time.

He thought that they would at least wait for him to kill the barbarian general, and then attack with all they had, but remembering the prick that should be on the lead made him lose his startle completely.

In fact, this guy was even more of an idiot than he thought. A narrow-minded idiot who couldn't see the bigger picture.

He wondered how it was possible for him to be alive until that moment, but anyway it was finally time for him to die.

Without tarrying much for time, Eric finally decided to blow with his full strength, pass easily through the barbarian general's defenses, and then use Earth element magic power to raise a wall in front of them.

Earth Wall, was a Rank 1 Magic spell that was able to immediately elevate a wall from the ground, the effectivity of the spell depending on the soil material, wall width, length, and structure.

But against those normal arrows, this Earth Wall was more than enough to protect not only him, but even the barbarian general, making him extremely startled.

He was a barbarian that despised the white devils, and would rather die than let himself owe them one, but right now he could only look at Roy with wide eyes of amazement.

The strength that Roy had shown up to that moment had been more than enough for him to acknowledge Roy as a great fighter on par with himself.

But just an instant earlier he had seen him explode with much more strength, and making him certain that he wasn't his opponent.

Not only that, but right now this white devil was showing in front of him that he could even use magic, as he protected them both from that volley of arrows.

A white devil was so despicable that he could attack without care of killing an enemy, or ally, while another was protecting his enemy while fighting.

Everything he believed and knew about these white devils had been smashed to smithereens from Roy at that moment, as he was unable to understand if he was right or wrong with his thoughts.

But just because they were able to survive didn't mean that his warriors were as lucky as them, as he could see his comrades die in front of his eyes, making him anger, rage explode.

Red and purple veins were appearing all over his face, and body, as his blood was boiling like molten lava, but now different from that of before the fight.

Right now, he could only think of revenge, he could only think of avenging his brothers. He couldn't allow their lives to be surrendered in vain, so he screamed like a madman,

"REVENGE~!"

…

As Roy and the barbarian general were fighting in the middle of the fight, the other barbarian warriors attacked the wooden walls of Roy's tribe camp.

In their eyes these wooden walls were nothing special, not to mention that there were even women on top of them, making them despise their opponent even more.

But the moment they were able to approach the 50-meter radius of the wooden walls, volleys of 10 arrows at a time started falling upon them every 3 seconds.

The majority of them would be stuck in the big and large trees, but in each volley, a few would fall upon them, reaching their target either badly wound their warriors or causing them injuries.

On the battlefield, a single second hesitation, or a simple mistake could cause one to die without even knowing how, so the injuries and damages these arrows caused upon them weren't small.

As if that wasn't enough, since they were just running straight, they started falling upon many traps that had been prepared beforehand.

Pitfalls, wooden logs, sharp spears, ropes, all kinds of traps were placed on their way, almost halving their strength without even reaching the wooden wall.

When finally, they thought that everything was done, and they had finally reached their target as they rammed their shields, and their bodies to the wooden wall they found that the thing was sturdier than it looked.

It was like they were trying to take down deep-rooted trees, as even the wooden wall would shake a bit, wouldn't fall no matter how hard they tried.

Unwilling to give up they continued to ram with their shields, hitting with their cubs, trying to smash their way through.

But those guys on top of the wall didn't seem to be standing idle either, as they would either attack with their arrows, stones, or wooden logs.

It took them quite a bit of time, and quite a few lives when they were finally able to break down through the door and enter the camp.

When they managed to break through the door they had left only about a quarter of the initial troop as if that wasn't enough, the first door was in fact a trap door.

It wasn't the camp waiting for them beyond the first door, it was the enemy warriors with their blood boiling, for a fight.

Up to that point, those barbarian warriors were still able to gather morale and confidence but when they were met with the view in front of them, they all seemed to give up.

It was over!

As if that wasn't enough, they even heard that scream and roar from their general, and they were able to see that the warriors accompanying their general, and waiting to help him out, were killed by their allies.

This situation was even worse than some wretched nightmare, as the death of their brothers made their already vanquishing fire and morale, burn ablaze.

Only that this time it was against Roy's camp, and his warriors, but against those damned allies of theirs…