Chapter 73 Legends are all lies (1/2)

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Chapter 73 Legends are all lies

Translator: Tchu

Editor: Based Jessica

Across the sea……

The general’s word immediately reminded Shaar of the archer units hiding behind the hill when he rode north with Kevin, which didn’t seem like Odins.

From each individual equipment’s point of view, those archers had obvious differences in appearance compared to the Odins. They didn’t have the usual tall, burly stature of Odins, and although they had lean figures, there was a difference in their height that they couldn’t hide.

It didn’t mean that Odin’s didn’t have natives with short statures – However the equipment used by those archers appeared rather “sophisticated” compare to the ones that Odins normally used.

Each one of them were equipped with a light, but well-crafted metal armor, which was a standard that clearly Odins did not have – It wasn’t like the Odin archers didn’t wear any metal armor, but rather the Odin Empire’s forging and crafting proficiency was fairly lacking compared to the Byzantine Empire’s proficiency. In general, an Odin warrior’s weapon focused only on two characteristics: Thick and heavy.

The Odins, who were trailing behind in metal production technology, did not provide their huge armies with strong armor. Only their elite Legions were given superior metal armor to strengthen their defenses. The majority of Odin soldiers primarily wore leather equipment.

Furthermore, the weapons of the archers that Shaar ran into each had superior Eaglehorn Bows. This type of bow was equipped with a bowstring that could be adjusted to provide the user with additional strength, which would require less arm strength from the archer. This kind of fine craftsmanship was impossible for the Odins. Although they could have bought these kinds of weapons, the individual quality of Odin archers was not that outstanding. It would have been a waste of resources to spend so much money to buy such rare equipment for an average Odin unit.

Most importantly, these archers used a uniform, double-edged dagger with a length of about one meter for close combat, which was both light and sharp. However, very few Odins fought with this kind of dagger. The naturally tall and strong Odins always liked to flaunt their own weapons. They preferred using axes, greatswords, hammers, or other two-handed heavy weapons. The majority of Odins disdained other kinds of weaponry.

Finally, there was the skill of those archers. In order to hit a target that was riding on horseback was not something that could be achieved after casually training for 1-2 months! An archer’s training was much more difficult than that of an ordinary soldier’s training and the Odins never excelled at archery……

“Hmpf, it seems that they were our neighbours from the others side of the sea.”Adrick’s face darkened, which made it seem like his scar was twisting, while his eyes were radiating murderous intent: “Every time we’ve fought with the Odins, those pirates always played a part in it.”

Shaar was not unfamiliar with the word “pirate” that Adrick said – just the opposite, he was very familiar with it!

In Primal Wildfire Town, when Shaar was still young, he was in love with Aunt Sofia for many years, and her husband, that one-eyed guy from the tavern, came from across the sea.

Across the western sea of the continent, there was a country made of a various islands and it had only the size of one to two of Byzantine’s provinces. However, because of their unique geographical position, they could often sell their services towards those two fighting empires.

The Byzantine’s mocked them and called their land a country of pirates. In fact, this country was not a pirate nest and their level of civilization was actually not below the Byzantine’s. However, as a maritime country, they were weak at ground warfare, while their navy was famous around the world. With their huge naval force, which consisted of countless fleets of warships, they represented their might on the continent and simultaneously expanded their trading between the two empires. They avoided the majority of the continent’s wars for hegemony that would only produced losses in wealth and resources. They instead profited from those wars and amassed a massive amount of wealth, which in turn, made their country known for being as cunning as they were adventurous.

Of course ……The people from the continent were not fools and knew that this maritime country always played a fuel-adding role during the wars of both empires. They even sometimes played the role of weapon providers during wars……They used the blood of the continent’s soldiers to nurture their own country.

“Hmpf, during the last war, those pirates stood on our side. Now, they are unexpectedly directly dispatching their troops to help the Odins.”Adrick frowned.

Seeing the gloomy look on the general’s face, Shaar immediately understood that this general seemed troubled about something important. However, since Shaar wasn’t a Byzantine, he was unable to understand Adrick’s position and worry that an outside country added to this infighting.

After a while, Adrick regained his composure and smiled freely: “Alright, you get some rest. Boy, you did very well this time and your next task is to recover. If you are able to heal quickly, perhaps you might even catch another piece of this war.”

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Shaar was lifted away from the big tent and he did not have to worry about the issue from “across the sea” – these kinds of matters were only for the general to worry about.

Sarbar, Kato, and him were all receiving treatment for their wounds and their injuries were all quite serious, so they temporarily lost the ability to participate in the upcoming battles. In the evening, they left together with the remnants of the defeated third legion and walked towards the south. They would return to the camp near Primal Wildfire to recover from their injuries.

Since the centurion of the third legion, Butler, was also injured; he went south along with them to heal. Although this silver-haired, stubborn man was very unwilling, the two arrows in his chest made it extremely difficult for him to ride a horse, and by Adrick’s order, he could only withdraw.

Being unable to ride a horse, Butler, Shaar, and the others lay down together in a carriage. After losing more than half of his men from failing to recognize an ambush, this silver-haired man appeared extremely depressed.

Shaar was actually quite indifferent right now – to be honest, until now, in his heart it didn’t matter who won or lost this war and he didn’t think too much about it. In any case, he was not a Byzantine and as whether Byzantine Empire and Odin Empire won this war, for him it made no difference. The reason he was willing to risk his life and go all out before was because he was amongst the men of the 13th Cavalry army. Unable to abandon his companions, a sudden courage erupted within him.

To be more accurate, right now, Shaar’s heart didn’t have a sense of belonging towards the Byzantine Empire, but his sense of belonging was linked solely to the 13th Cavalry army itself.

The injury he received this time made Shaar suffer considerably. Although the doctors in army camp applied medicine to and treated his wounds, the power of that arrow was just too astonishing – even after experiencing so many different things, only during that short moment of that arrow, Shaar really tasted the flavor of death for the first time in his life.

That arrow easily pierced through the Dragonscale, which Shaar thought was impregnable! Such might had left behind a deep shock in Shaar’s heart! He needed to remind himself now that even the Dragonscale was not omnipotent!

Not only did that mighty shot pierce the Dragonscale, but Shaar also knew very clearly that it also left him seriously injured – in the past, even with his monster-like physique, he had been injured before. However, after each injury, his wounds healed with an astonishing pace: For example, the burns he received in Primal Wildfire were healed in two days.

This time however, the chest wound received from the shot was still open and covered with blood with no traces of healing after one night. He could only apply the drugs to suppress the deterioration of the wound – it was as if his abnormal recovery ability was being suppressed.

Taking the time right now, he recalled the exact details of that arrow: When the shot hit him, a chill completely pierced his chest and the cold immediately spread throughout his body. He could even feel how that cold air was fiercely destroying the defensive ability inside his body! When he came back for treatment, the doctors were forced to cut out a huge frozen piece of flesh and blood with the knife! Furthermore, the flesh was already completely necrotic, and the cold black air couldn’t be treated. Therefore, they could only forcefully cut it off and even then, the black air was faintly spreading – if Shaar had come back a bit later to get treated, he only feared that he would really have died.

Only on the third day on this journey did Shaar finally feel that his bodily recovering functions had slightly returned.

It was as if his tough resilience was suppressed by that strange, cold air that invaded his body. Now that the cold gradually dissipated, his powerful resilience finally reappeared again.

During the night, Shaar stayed up the whole night as he was unable to endure the crazy itching that the wound healing and muscle growth brought. The next morning, he took advantage of the moment where his companions were still sleeping and tore of the bandages to take a look at his wound. The color had already returned to normal, and his muscles gradually healed from this recovery.

Seeing that, he finally breathed out……

This hillbilly was not some kind of broad minded person. Although he would not seek revenge for such a small grievance, but the old man educated him since he was young: If someone is bullying you, you must bully back!

Once, when he was 15 years old, he met a bear in the mountain. At that time, he was slapped by that bear and broke half of his shoulder blade and the young hillbilly only managed to escape with his powerful physique. Afterward, when he recovered from this wound after several days, he started to train hard, perfecting his axe technique for half year. That winter, he ran back into the mountain and spent two days lurking in that bear-infested area, before finally personally cutting off that bear’s head!

After selling that bear’s gall as medicine, both father and son drank a month of liquor from the income.

(No matter who that fellow was, who shot me with that arrow, this uncle will get him back to the fullest!)

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Even though Shaar was forced to keep his activity as low as possible until now, on the sixth day, he was finally able to move freely again. He was unable to endure the torture of lying on that boring wagon, where the smell was heinous and the noise of the wheel cracking was unbearable. Although the casual conversation between him and the nearby duo, Sabar and Kato, was very interesting, the hillbilly felt that his body almost started to rust.

On the sixth day, he insisted that he climb off the horse wagon.

Incidentally, because the hillbilly was wounded in action and was forced to move back to the second line, his squire, Tatara the magician, also received the fortunate opportunity to leave the frontline – As a squire, the magician was quite worried in the beginning. For the intelligent magician, it was very clear that with his meager skill, he would only act as cannon fodder on the battlefield. After seeing the terrifying battle efficiency of an Odin, he would never dream of fighting such an enemy in hand-to-hand combat with his thin physique.

(Moreover, I am a noble magician, and a noble magician was never good at close melee combat.)

Now that the hillbilly was injured, as his squire, Tatara naturally had an excuse to leave the battlefield along with him: He was a squire and a squire had to attend to his master.

(Ah, God bless, I hope this hillbilly is injured more frequently ……)

Tatara’s started to pray devoutly while sitting on his horse.

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“Tatara!”

Taking advantage of the caravan’s resting time, Shaar climbed down from the horse wagon and reluctantly walked several steps. Although his wounds were still aching, it was already not a problem to walk slowly for him and he immediately summoned his “loyal” squire.

A respectful smile, filled with humility, immediately appeared on Tatara’s wretched face: “Yes, my master.”

Shaar looked at this fellow with squinted eyes: “You always claimed that you were a magician and I have a problem that I need someone to help me with……”

Tatara immediately put out his chest: “Of course, each magician is learned and knowledgeable!”