The Snow Strikers leader Edquill glared at Raon with his brown eyes.
âAre you saying that you discovered the trollsâ location from crouching there and looking at a footprint?â
He shouted at him, claiming that it was absolute nonsense, and shoved his face at Raon.
âIf you are looking for some attention, return to the castle and do some more of those shitty matches instead of acting out here.â
âThen, do you wanna make a bet?â
Raon tilted his head.
âBet?â
âYes. Letâs make a bet on whether Iâm right or you are, since all youâve been doing is talking.â
âYou are insane! How are we going to even bet when no oneâs going to trust you?!â
âAre you scared?â
âUgh!â
Raon snickered and raised the corners of his mouth. Edquill started grinding his teeth.
âStop saying nonsense when you are just a moron thatâs come from nowhere! And why have you been talking to me so casually?â
âThatâs how youâve been talking to me. Iâm not your subordinate.â
âEven if you arenât, my position isâŠâ
âThe commander personally assigned me as the scout partyâs guard. Iâm actually directly affiliated to the commander, so thereâs no reason to show you courtesy.â
It was true that Edquill had a higher position, but it was also true that he had no reason to bow to him since his position was directly given to him by the commander.
âYou young bastard!â
âOh, are you talking about age now that position didnât work? How ugly.â
âStop!â
Terian stood between Raon and Edquill with heavy steps.
âRestrain yourselves, both of you. What do you think you are doing right now? Monsters could appear at any time!â
He frowned, looking back and forth between them.
âEdquill, why are you so emotional today?â
âItâs because this kid keeps speaking nonsense!â
âHe hasnât spoken any nonsense yet, because he didnât say anything about the location of the trolls, nor how he found them.â
Terian turned his head to look at Raon.
âAre you sure you found them?â
âYes, I am. They are gathered around the frozen valley at about twenty-five degrees to the right from where the scouts predicted.â
âAnd how did you discover that?â
Terianâs voice trembled upon hearing Raonâs confident and definite answer.
âIâve learned to use intuition to determine the enemyâs location from someone who frequents forests and mountains as if they were his home.â
âIntuition? Did you just say intuition?â
Edquill pointed his finger and burst in laughter.
âKuhahaha! He said intuition! You wouldnât believe that crazy bastard, would you?â
âIntuition, huh?â
Terian looked at Raon, who remained indifferent despite being the target of Edquill and the Snow Strikersâ mockery.
âI canât trust intuition.â
Everyone there had an intuition forged from the experience, but he couldnât move the group following mere intuition.
âHowever, he isâŠâ
He felt trustworthy for some reason, even if he wasnât from Zieghart. His red eyes, which seemed to be looking through everything in the world, were making him feel like it was a good idea to trust his words.
âAnd he said forests and mountains.â
Someone came into his mind as soon as he heard about that. The Sword of Light Rimmer from Zieghart, who was supposed to be Raonâs instructor. He mustâve been the person that taught him to search with intuition.
âHaa, even thenâŠâ
âVice-commander.â
The third scouting partyâs leader Radin came forth.
âDo you remember my recent report? I mentioned that everyone could have died because I ignored what Raon had said.â
âYes.â
Terrain nodded. It was only a few days ago that he heard that they fell into the danger of annihilation from ignoring Raonâs warning.
âHis eyes were exactly the same back then. Try trusting him once.â
âSensing shark moles isnât a big deal! How are you asking him to make a decision following a mere intuition? Do all the scouts have a hole in their head or something? Huh?â
Edquill tapped Radinâs head with his finger.
âIf you have time for stupid shit like that, you should be educating that idiot instead!â
âEdquill, stop right there.â
âHmph!â
Terian stopped him and Edquill crossed his arms, turning around.
âHmm⊠Iâm also interested.â
Beto, the Wolf Mercenary Corps captain, also stepped up.
âSwordsman Raon?â
âYes.â
âHow long does it take to get there?â
âIt takes thirty minutes normally, but it will take ten more minutes if we want to reach their backs.â
âBack? Did you even find a spot for a surprise attack?â
âYes.â
âHuhâŠâ
He exclaimed, raising his head to look up at the sky.
âVice-Commander, thirty minutes isnât even long enough to reach the mountainside. We can return before itâs too late, so letâs try going there.â
âBeto? Why are you saying that? Were bribed by that idiot or something?â
Edquill frowned and stomped the ground, as even Beto took Raonâs side.
âHe feels trustworthy for some reason. I wonder, is it because he defeated my troublemakers?â
âHaa.â
Terian sighed and turned around.
âGet ready, everyone. We are climbing Stallin Mountain.â
âV⊠Vice-Commander! Are we seriously going?â
âYes. It would be even more dangerous if the trolls attack us after nightfall. Itâs better to eliminate them as soon as possible if we can.â
âBut how are we supposed to trust this insane bastard?â
âI will not allow any further objections.â
âUgh!â
Edquill wanted to keep talking, but he had no choice but to step back as Terian gave his definite answer.
âSo, weâve decided to check the location.â
Raon smiled coldly and approached Edquill.
âAnd we should continue the bet.â
âWhat bet are you talking about?â
âIf I managed to find the trolls, you should speak to the scouts respectfully from now on, carry your own baggage and the scoutsâ baggage, and do the chores for them as well.â
âWhat if you didnât?â
âThen Iâll grant any of your wishes.â
âFine. Youâd better be ready, since you will never be able to shoot your mouth off ever again.â
Edquill gave a deadly frown and walked towards the Snow Strikers.
What an idiot. This guy always has a trick up his sleeve, so you always have to be careful to avoid being tricked by his words.
âI know, right?â
Raon smiled, looking at Wrath as he called Edquill an idiot.
âBut you also get tricked all the time.â
* * *
âHmm?â
The man in the black robe groaned, looking down from the midpoint of Stallin Mountain.
âWhat?â
He frowned, looking at Habun Castleâs troops as they climbed Stallin Mountain.
âWhy are they climbing?â
Climbing that mountain after seeing a single trace was an incomprehensible behavior considering the personality of Habun castleâs commanders, who tended to double check on everything.
âThe plan is going wrongâŠâ
The initial plan was to perform a surprise attack with the ice trolls after Habun Castleâs troops fell asleep in their camp, so their actions were messing up his plan.
âI need to withdraw for now.â
The man in black robe went up slightly higher just in case, along with the ice troll warrior and shaman.
Since the other ice trolls were hidden inside the frozen valley, there was no way they would be found out. In fact, Habun Castleâs troops were moving in a slightly different direction than the valley.
âHmm, letâs observe for now.â
The man in the black robe licked his lips, watching the climbing troops.
It wasnât difficult to deal with them, but he couldnât kill all of them.
For the sake of the plan, they needed to bring the news about the ice troll warrior and shamanâs appearance back to the castle, so he needed to let a few of them survive.
âGo back down already. You wonât be able to find the troâŠhuh?â
His belittling eyes started wavering like a boat facing a tidal wave.
âWhat?! Why are they going there?â
The troops that seemed to be moving in the wrong direction were heading towards the valley in a roundabout route.
âDid they know about it all along?â
Their movements signified that they were already aware of the trolls' presence in the valley from the beginning. If not, there would have been no reason for them to move like that.
âBut how?â
It was impossible to find the trolls in the middle of Stallin Mountainâs snowstorm, even for the scouts that had spent their entire lives there. He couldnât understand how they discovered the trollsâ location.
âItâs too late to withdraw the trolls, howâŠ? Ah!â
He got a great idea while pondering on what to do.
âNo.â
The man in the black robe, who was biting his lips, looked back at the ice troll warrior and shaman and smiled.
âThis might be even better.â
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Raon hid his presence and led everyone to the hill at the lower part of the mountain. It was a stiff mountain, but it wouldnât be difficult to go down because there was no ice.
He laid down on his belly at the edge of the hill and looked down. There were fifteen trolls inside the frozen valley.
Eleven of them were drawing some strange pattern with the orcs and bearwolves corpses and blood, and the other four were watching the surroundings with their arms drooped down. It looked like they were preparing some kind of ritual or ceremony.
âT-Trolls! Trolls are really there.â
âFifteen?â
âThere are more of them than what we saw before, but Iâm sure they are the same ones.â
The second scouting party nodded their heads after seeing the trolls.
âHow did he notice those trolls from all the way down there?â
âH-His intuition was rightâŠâ
âIs he even human? Isnât he actually a dog?â
The scouts, Wolf Mercenaries, and even the Snow Strikers were almost out of their minds as they looked back at Raon.
âTh-This canât be true! Itâs impossible for him to have found them from there!â
The Snow Strikers leader Edquillâs mustache trembled like a catfishâs whiskers in disbelief.
Raon snickered and stepped up next to him.
âAfter this battle, the scouting partyâs baggage and chores are the Snow Strikersâ job. Iâm sure you wonât go back on your word as the leader of a group. Ah, donât forget to speak respectfully.â
âUghâŠâ
âAnd one more thing. I want you to personally carry my baggage.â
âIt wonât be fun for you if you keep doing this.â
âItâs very fun for me, so donât worry about that.â
âSeriously, you bastardâŠâ
Edquill ground his teeth as he looked at Raon.
âMy premonition was right. I felt there was something about him.â
Beto exclaimed, provoking Edquill even further.
âFighting wasnât the only thing he was good at.â
âI know, right? Itâs my first time witnessing a scouting ability like this.â
âCan we recruit him to our mercenary corps somehow?â
The mercenaries also admired him, looking down at the trolls.
âUgh!â
âWh-What theâŠâ
âDamn it!â
The Snow Strikers leader and swordsmen were the only people grimacing amongst them.
âRaon, d-did you really discover them with your intuition?â
Terian carefully approached him. His eyes were trembling intensely.
âI told you, I have a pretty good intuition.â
âHmmâŠâ
âAnd thereâs something more important than that right now.â
âYes, thatâs true.â
He nodded and carefully went to the edge of the hill.
âEveryone, prepare to fight.â
The scouts held the crossbows, and the mercenaries and the swordsmen drew their swords. They barely made any sound, as expected of veterans, but the trolls standing guard mustâve felt the small amount of murderous intent. They looked up at once.
âKraaa!â
âKraa!â
An earsplitting roar came from the trolls on the right side as they noticed the Snow Strikers swordsmen on the hill.
âShoot!â
Along with the sound of smashing trees, silver rain fell under the hill.
Pop-pow!
Each of the ice trolls were hit by at least five bolts, but only a few of them managed to pierce through their thick skin into their flesh.
âKraaa!â
âKaaaaa!â
The trolls plucked away the bolts stuck on their bodies and roared in anger, mouths red.
âCharge!â
âEe-yah!â
Terian brandished his aura blade to run ahead like an excellent horse, and the Snow Strikers and the Mercenary Corps followed him.
âKeuh! Letâs go!â
The scouts jumped down as well, holding crossbows in one hand and shields in the other.
âUgh!â
Dorianâs lips were trembling in fear, but he didnât forget what he needed to do. He drew his sword and stayed right next to the scouts.
âI should go too.â
Raon ran down the hill alongside the third scouting party. The battle had already started, and the Snow Strikers and the Wolf Mercenaries were storming through the trolls.
âCut their flesh and rip them apart!â
The Wolf Mercenary Corps captain, Beto, was swinging his sword like a madman. His eyes were filled with madness, so different from the polite behavior he had displayed before. The deadly energy surrounding his blade savagely cut through the ice trollâs upper body.
âSurround them from four directions and attack! Aim for the neck and heart!â
Despite their ugly personalities, the Snow Strikers had excellent abilities. They created a sword formation to press on the trolls with the best hunting method for killing a small number of monsters with a higher number of swordsmen.
âFire!â
The scouts ran around the battlefield to fire bolts at the trolls fighting against the swordsmen.
There were more bolts piercing through their skins as they shot from a closer distance, but the damage wasnât significant. However, the fact that they were distracting the trolls was creating a better situation for the swordsmen and the mercenaries.
There were almost ten swordsmen and scouts per troll, so despite the fact that it looked like a messy battle, it was actually advantageous for the humans.
âKeuh! Young master.â
After pushing away the ice troll that was trying to attack the scouts, Dorian breathed out roughly.
âWhy are you so quiet today? You wouldâve normally already started fighting by now.â
âOur mission is the protection of the scouts, and my opponent is something else.â
No one else had felt it, but two monsters strong enough to be the trollsâ leader were running towards them.
âThey are almost here.â
Raon smiled coldly and raised his head.
âWelcome, my food.â
* * *
âNever approach them! Our goal is distraction!â
Radin shouted at the scouts.
âIf you managed to distract the troll, step back immediately! We donât need to fight them ourselves!â
He ran ahead quickly and shot the crossbow towards the shoulder of the troll that was about to grab a Snow Strikers swordsman
Pow!
The bolt barely managed to pierce the trollâs skin, but that was enough. The swordsman used that opportunity to dodge and started counterattacking.
âStay back if you run out of stamina!â
Radin notched another bolt. It was difficult to believe he was using a crossbow that was slow to load. It was proof that heâd practiced it more than anyone else in that place.
He ran around the battlefield like a squirrel to help the swordsmen and mercenaries in danger and encouraged the exhausted scouts.
âHaa, haa!â
Radin caught his breath under the hill they came down from.
âThis is the best-case scenario.â
The advantage they got from the surprise attack was continuing. A few people were injured, but no one had died and there were only a few trolls remaining.
âThis rarely happens.â
Habun Castleâs violent battles were rarely one-sided like that. It was all thanks to Raon.
âIâll buy him a nice meal when we ret⊠huh?â
A terrible murderous intent that made his hair stand on their ends cut off his line of thought.
Gulp.
He swallowed and raised his head. At the top of the hill, two trolls around one head taller than the ice trolls could be seen, one holding a club and the other a staff.
âA w-warrior and a shamanâŠâ
âKrrr!â
He felt like he was stark naked from the icy chill coming from the intense murderous intent the two monsters possessed.
Slam!
The ice troll warrior crushed the hill and jumped down at the scouts. He could feel the incredible strength coming from the blood-covered club.
âKeuh!â
He couldnât breathe anymore. Death was the only thing he could think about. There was no way he could survive. The other scouts next to him also closed their eyes, sensing the end of their lives.
âDamn it!â
It was as he was biting his lip, looking at the club getting bigger and bigger. In the midst of frozen time, one swordsman was moving.
Thud!
He pushed Radin and the scouts back with an invisible strength and stood alone in front of the ice troll warrior.
He thrust his thin sword towards the trollâs club, which contained a tremendous amount of strength. The crimson flower blooming from the end of his blade fluttered beautifully.
Whaaam!
The tremendous shock crushed the ever-frozen valley, and the ravine crumbled.
However, the swordsmanâs body didnât falter in the slightest. Like the root of a thousand-year-old tree, his legs were firmly supporting his body, pushing back a club the size of a human with his strength alone.
âAhâŠâ
The scouts, who were prepared to die, felt their breath catch upon witnessing that thrilling sight.
âPlease, stay back.â
Raon turned his head halfway. The shape of his mouth was clearly a smile.