The most expensive medicinal herbs!
A herb with the effect of giving boundless Stamina.
Weed positioned Yellowy against a hill.
“We’ll have the showdown here.”
The Salmere tribe’s village was only a day away.
It looked like he could get there safely without the pursuers catching up, but he intended to hunt them down to the very last man. It was ridiculous to leave the herb field behind.
“Yellowy, let’s use this quickly.”
“Don’t wanna. It looks weird.”
Yellowy, who hoped to graze freely, instinctively showed a strong rejection.
“I heard that the price of beef rose a bit recently…”
“…”
Peaceful persuasion!
He made a plow and attached it on Yellow’s body to harvest the herbs.
Truly an all-terrain Korean cow!
Weed took Yellowy to collect herbs, and prepared for battle. He sharpened his sword on a whetstone and also cleaned his armor with a cloth. He even had wine with premium steak. He also mixed the herbs good for increasing Energy and Stamina with soft grass and gave it to Yellowy.
Moooooooooooo!
Yellowy was grateful for his master’s grace!
When they were completely prepared for battle, the group of pursuers appeared. After having their numbers been reduced to a third, they were no different from stragglers.
There were only about 20 Dark Knights, and only 2 Priests and 2 Magicians left.
“The enemy of Embinyu Church!”
“The Pontifex said there is no need to capture him alive. Kill him!”
The Soldiers lost their horses and ran while their armor rattled.
The Soldiers and Dark Knights attacked simultaneously. Even as they charged, their Stamina was exhausted and didn’t seemed like they were gaining speed.
A situation where the pursuer’s army would be massacred if they were harassed a little more!
“Bingryong, Phoenix! Launch the preemptive strike.”
“Got it, Master.”
Bingryong drew in a deep breath to use its Ice Breath.
“It’s shooting its breath!”
“Cast protective magic!”
The Priests and Magicians cast a transparent circle covering the pursuers.
Before long, a white stream of Breath spewed from Bingryong’s snout.
The tremendous force of the freezing breath crushed the enemy’s transparent circle!
Over 100 Soldiers were frozen solid. The damage would have been worse if they did not have protection magic.
“Whooooooooosh!”
The Phoenixes broadly set the ground aflame.
“Kill the bastard.”
“Let’s kill him and sacrifice his heart to Embinyu’s God!”
The Embinyu Church’s pursuers pounced like little demons within the flames.
As he rode Yellowy, Weed’s eyes became infinitely cold.
Like an air conditioner set at 18°C (64°F) in an empty bank*, the glint in his eyes was lonely, forlorn, and yet violent.
[T/N: We’re not exactly sure about this idiom. We think it’s something along the lines of the air conditioner feeling lonely because it’s working hard in an empty bank.]
If the monsters were strong, he became stronger by hunting and any means necessary.
The words “cowardly” or “dirty” didn’t exist in Weed’s dictionary. He used any means to destroy those who blocked his path.
He always fought while giving his all, so there was no need to hear he was underhanded.