Survival Story of a Sword King in a Fantasy World

The Sun Hurts (1)

Day 8 of the Fieldrocks War.

The strategy using Upper Draconium’s Ancient Dragons had certainly paid off.

The ‘Pitch-Black Nightmare’ was no longer behind their forces.

She was just constantly hovering over the fort and protecting the walls.

That greatly improved the situation of the Kaldris-Mado Kingdome forces.

Not only did they not lose their troops in vain, but they could launch an all-out offensive with the confidence of not having to worry about their backs.

However, that didn’t mean the war was more favorable.

* * *

A black shadow flew over the soldiers of the Mado Kingdom rushing toward the wall.

The soldiers turned pale.

“Ugh!”

“It’s her!”

“Everyone on the defensive!”

The Wyvern spewed out her Breath soon enough.

Boom!

Flames tormented the opponents by burning the walls.

But not many people died. Most of them used the four major energies to protect their lives from the attack.

“Hang in there!”

“But it’s still just a Wyvern! It’s not a dragon!”

Shields, a spiritual barrier, and defensive magic were placed over the wall to block Breath.

As expected, as their power was directly connected, they were able to withstand it somehow.

However, there was nothing they could do to stop the offensive in its prime.

“Counterattack!”

“Counterattack!”

“Don’t let any of them climb!”

The Allendia army on the wall focused on the offensive.

Soldiers who climbed to the top of the wall fell like fallen leaves.

“Ahhhhhh!”

In the meantime, the Wyvern began to lower its altitude.

“She’s landing!”

She landed on the wall and crawled into a large tower.

She folded her wings, then wriggled.

At first glance, it looked ridiculous, but the Kaldris knights didn’t laugh.

Rather, their eyes shone sharply.

‘Yeah, no matter how strong you are, you can’t fly around the clock!’

Once swords and spears could reach her, the Wyvern, which was over 10 meters long, was a very easy target to hit.

Foolishly, she even did a strange act of cramming her large fuselage into the tower!

“Now’s our chance!”

The Kaldris knights, who managed to climb the wall, ran to the tower in unison.

Allendia troops’ counterattack didn’t dampen the momentum, despite the life of their colleague being at risk.

That ominous Wyvern had a huge bounty of 10,000 gold coins on its neck.

In addition to fixing their fate, it was enough to allow three generations to make ends meet without lifting a finger.

And in the case of a knight, there would be a special title to be conferred.

The first knight, who jumped into the tower, burst into joy and held out Blade Aura.

“Please, just one shot!”

But he soon froze momentarily.

“… Huh?”

It was empty inside.

There was no sign of a Wyvern, who was supposed to be stuck in the tower.

‘How?’

‘Did she walk down the stairs?’

‘That doesn’t make sense! That big beast via a narrow staircase?’

‘Humans would bump their shoulders when they stand side by side while walking down there.’

The knights panicked.

A scream broke out from behind.

“Argh!”

“Argh!”

Frightened, the warriors looked back and saw a girl.

A cute-looking axon with beautiful silver hair and double swords wielded in both hands!

-Magic Swordsmanship Technique: Thunderstorm!

Blue lightning spread throughout the walls.

The enemy soldiers who climbed the wall were struck by it and were cut by her weapons, spilling their blood.

“Effir of Thunderstorms!”

In a hurry, the knights left the tower and joined in with the others.

The silver-haired girl, who had been fighting for a long time, slowly stepped back.

“Come on!”

She jumped down the wall with convergence and hid.

‘Is she going somewhere else?’

Since the war had been sorted out to some extent, it seemed that they would leave the mess to their allies and head elsewhere.

It was time for the surviving Kaldris knights and soldiers to sigh in relief.

“Growl!”

However, behind their back came the roar of an enraged beast.

At the same time, the silver-maned Wyvern reappeared from the tower, which had just been empty!

‘How?’

‘I’m sure it wasn’t there before!’

The Wyvern’s Breath flew over the hardened enemy soldiers as they panicked.

Boom!

Having roasted her enemies, Effir flew back to the fort, hovering around the castle.

‘I can do this much, at least.’

She was bound.

But as Kibie said, how was that a problem?

As long as Effir was there, the skies over Fort Fieldrocks would remain a part of Allendia.

She traveled around their territory’s perimeter from time to time and sometimes took the form of a human being, avoiding other people’s eyes.

‘Now that the Pitch-Dark Nightmare is off duty, the Magic Swordswoman of Thunderstorms is on duty!’

Her identity was top secret, even to her troops, except for the leaders. Of course, it wasn’t known at all to Kaldris’s troops.

That was why they couldn’t help but be shocked.

“What the hell is that?”

“How can it appear out of the blue like that?”

Effir walked on the battlefield to her heart’s content, appearing and vanishing like Hong Gil-dong, born in the Joseon Dynasty.

Only the screams of the enemies grew day by day.

“Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!”

* * *

12th day of battle.

The leaders of both Kaldris and Mado kingdoms gathered at the barracks of the Supreme commander to hold a meeting.

Those within the atmosphere similar to that of a mourner’s house expressed their embarrassment.

“What a…”

“I thought we had dealt with the Pitch-Black Nightmare already…”

When they had tied Wyvern’s feet using the Upper Draconium, everyone complimented themselves, saying that their strategy worked well.

However, when they opened the lid, it was actually a double-edged sword.

They certainly kept the Pitch-Black Nightmare from leaving the fort.

However, even the Ancient Dragons couldn’t attack it anymore.

Why?

That cursed Polymorph Necklace was staying at Fort Fieldrocks around the clock!

“The Ancient Dragons are still useless. Not much has changed.”

The commanders of both armies knew that the monstrous Wyvern was using the power of the Polymorph Necklace.

It was thanks to Garhan’s teaching.

Of course, he hid the truth and told them that the fake incarnation used a unique item from the Devil.

“After hearing about the Polymorph Necklace…”

One commander of the Mado Kingdom corps shook his head.

“I didn’t think that would be a problem.”

That unique item had a range of only 20 meters.

When the Ancient Dragons flew up in unison and attacked the air, the user had to climb to a similar or close altitude.

No matter how strong the Sword King or the Spiritual Boxer was, they had no talent to do so.

The Ancient Dragons would shoot them down before they even got close.

It would certainly be a problem when dealing with the Sword King, but it was a negligible object during the military wars.

“But the presence of that Wyvern alone has become a terrible weapon of mass destruction that’s keeping dozens of Ancient Dragons at bay, damn.”

“At this point, the Wyvern is far more deadly to our forces than the new Sword King or the Spiritual Boxer.”

Tonitrus asked a question, looking around at everyone gathered at the operation meeting.

“Is there anything we can do?”

“Um…”

“I’m trying to figure something out, but…”

“Their tactics are just so out of common sense.”

Everyone squirmed, unable to come up with anything.

At that moment, a messenger came into the barracks and handed over a message.

The old knight’s expression brightened up when he received the report.

“What news has come, Lord Jakel?”

He burst into delight as he unfolded it.

“Finally, we have the news we’ve been waiting for! Now we won’t have to worry about the Wyvern anymore!”

* * *

No matter how fierce war was, they had to sleep.

A night when everyone was asleep except for the vigilante.

A group of soldiers was moving cautiously under the cover of the night.

“You’re sure you’re right, aren’t you?”

“Yes, sir.”

“I’ve checked several times.”

“All the conditions fit perfectly.”

They were the Alterstale, a special intelligence unit from the Kaldris Kingdom.

The average level was around the 50s, and in fact, it was a bit insufficient for a formal mission.

Originally, it was the second-tier group of Einstale, but the main troops had been exterminated by the ‘ruse of the Sword King.’

Hence, they were moving as the official special forces of Kaldris.

It had already been ten days since Alterstale infiltrated the castle of Fieldrocks.

Their mission was to identify and deal with the Pitch-Dark Nightmare.

‘When it was Wyvern, it was a monster that we couldn’t touch.’

However, thanks to Garhan’s words, they had realized that the Wyvern usually took the form of a human. That was why there was no stable for Dragons.

‘She is only weak when she’s in her human form!’

They kept looking for who the human form of the Wyvern would be.

Fortunately, there were some clues, so they were able to select the target.

First, she would be a less intelligent human being.

Garhan used the expression ‘imbecile,’ and since she was a Wyvern, she couldn’t be smart even if she turned into a human.

Second, it would take the form of a Magic Swordsman.

She used the Force to fight even as a Wyvern.

Third, her level would be around 40s as a human.

Through Akhtarun’s Aliens, the Pitch-Black Nightmare was confirmed to be level 75. Latna’s Dragon race was greatly weakened in human form, so it was easy to guess.

Fourth, she was so important that she would always stay near the Sword King’s companions.

They had to prevent her from getting caught up in a battle and losing her in vain.

In other words, they needed to find an idiot Magic Swordsman in level 40s who never participated in combat among the people around the Sword King’s party!

‘And we found her.’

There was a target that fit all the criteria.

Surrounding the target, Alterstale smiled with ease.

“That’s it!”

Raondel, the blond Elf who had been running errands for a while after cleaning Seira’s quarters, looked around in horror.

“What? What are you guys doing? What the hell do you want me?”

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