Chapter 27 Shaar’s fire pitchfork Part 1 (1/2)

Chapter 27 Shaar’s fire pitchfork Part 1

Translator: Tchu

Editor: ArKain

Being cursed at by the knight leader, his complexion immediately became purple. He seemed extremely afraid of this leader and did not even try to defend himself. Clenching his teeth, he struggled a bit while trying to get up, but instead stumbled and fell.

Looking at his face, the knight leader’s complexion immediately became a little uglier and went several steps closer to him. Just when he wanted say something, he gave his companion a closer look and sighed: “Forget it, you have been injured. Now get up!”

This fellow was already injured the moment when Shaar attacked his horse. Tackling a horse that was running at full speed, I am afraid only someone like Shaar who grew up in a mountain would dare to do something so reckless.

The moment when Shaar knocked down the horse, the knight immediately fell and a leg was actually entangled in the stirrup. He was fortunate that his horse-riding skill was extremely refined, and during the crash he quickly jumped off. He managed to get away with only a broken leg that was crushed underneath his horse.

Shaar’s chops were no doubt extremely powerful and injured him until he was unable to stand. However, since his foot was already broken, he is incapable of even supporting himself.

Furthermore, when the running horse was hit, half of the knight’s shoulder became badly bruised – thanks to wearing a leather armor, his injury was still light. If he wore metal armor instead, the shock would have broken his bones.

In the beginning, when the knight leader saw his companion injured, he did not care about Shaar killing his distressed companion with his axe. After all, their group only accepted the strongest warriors, and if someone lost to a magical beast hunter from the mountains, it would really harm their reputation.

The knight leader gained some distance and looked at Shaar: “Being able to parry my strike, your strength actually is not bad.” According to his status, getting his saber damaged to this extent by a wildling boy was already a great humiliation for him. Hanging his sabre back on his saddle, he stared at Shaar while sitting tall and his eyes radiated an intense anger. However, the murderous intention in his heart could not help but fade a bit: If he was able to bring back such a sturdy young man, with three years of training, he could transform him into an efficient killing machine.

This thought only circulated in his brain for a while before he eliminated this possibility. Anybody who saw their faces during this mission were not to be allowed to live and tell the tale. Even a whole goblin tribe had been slaughtered few days ago, how could they let a wildling boy live?

The malicious intent slightly surfaced again on his eyebrows and he immediately revealed his ominous decision once more: “Such a pity, you can only blame your bad luck.”

Staring at the remnant of his split axe, Shaar’s heart immediately started to hurt. He was always a poor wretch and while practicing with an axe for more than ten years, he had not used any decent weapon before. The moment he got this waraxe, he was seriously ecstatic and would even keep it beside him while sleeping. Right now, it suddenly broke and he felt like a bankrupted beggar again after three days. In his heart there was an anger that was more intense and serious than anything he felt before.

Although the words of that knight leader was meant as a compliment, however, when Shaar heard it, it actually felt like someone slapped his face twice and said “your skin is really thick”.

After such an insult, how could Shaar endure it?