I AM THE KING
CHAPTERS 18. GHOST OF THE BATTLEFIELD [4]

"The weather is great."

A veteran, 35-year-old Tarem looked at the blue sky while lying flat on the ground.

'Berdevan. Suffered the total defeat of those humans.'

He touched his hard chin and frowned.

A long and terrible knife scar under his chin.

'If the blade pierces at least a centimeter deeper, I will die, unfortunately all I remember is this scar.'

Grind.

He gritted his teeth.

'Bags of Byron Kingdom .......'

His four canine teeth were shining sharply.

'I will definitely take revenge, risking my honor as an Orc Warrior.'

Orc warrior Tarem, who came from the Crack region located in the south of Byron Kingdom. Forced into an absolute defeat at the battle against Byron Kingdom last winter. And because of that, he and his fellow clansmen could only escape to the south. When he thought that everything was gone, he met the orc.

'Head of the High Tribe of the Orc Alliance, north of Rinse Kingdom: Rak.'

Rak gathered the monster tribe, and the orc clans scattered throughout the northern part of Bilas Kingdom, and prepared to attack the Pedian plains. The validity of the monsters and orcs banding together to attack the Pedian plains, especially the northern part of Rinas Kingdom; was something that even Tarem heard. Rak has vowed to help the incredible warrior Tarem.

<'If you attack the Pedian Plains with me, I will help you take revenge on those bastards from Byron Kingdom.'>

A tantalizing proposal.

Tarem had clasped Rak's hand without hesitation anymore.

After receiving his orders, he rushed towards the southern part of the Pedian Plains, leading his clan along with the additional troops that Rak had lent him.

'We raided human villages on the Pedian Plains, securing food and weapons.'

When they had obtained sufficient numbers, they would then return to their ancestral territory, and take revenge on the humans from Byron Kingdom.

This is Tarem's goal.

When the thought of his burning vengeance against the Kingdom of Byron smouldered.

'Huh?'

He heard a strange sound.

Gosh darn.

The sound of something sharp split the sky.

Tarem raised his head while still lying on the ground.

“Ugh!”

At the right moment, his eyes widened in disbelief as if they were about to come out.

Black arrows covered the blue sky.

"Shoppers!"

Tarem grabbed his shield that covered his body as he squatted behind him.

“That's the enemy! The enemy is here!"

A roaring voice.

The sounds of awakening suddenly sounded everywhere.

However, the actions of those beings who had just woken up from their dreams were slow.

Shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot!

Rain of arrows soaked the ground.

“Kuh!”

“Grr.”

Near-death voices rolled across the plains.

The rain of arrows continued once more.

And after that, the sound trembled as the ground trembled.

Dududu.

As he glanced at his head above his shield, he caught a glimpse of the cavalry troops coming in front of the cloud of dust.

"Prepare to fight! Prepare to fight!"

He shouted with all his strength, but the Orcs and monsters could not think clearly.

'Shoppers! For us to suffer a surprise attack instead!'

Tarem clenched his teeth, and unsheathed his well-polished war sword.

"Bring it! You dirty man! I will show you the true power of an Orc Warrior!”

A powerful voice shook the battlefield.

Hit hit hit hit!

The cavalry troops stormed while furiously trampling the monsters.

“Ugh!”

Tarem slashed his sword towards a cavalryman passing next to him.

Whirr.

His sword sliced through the horse's head, splitting it into two halves.

Heeng!

The cavalry whose fierce attack was executed so well, fell to the ground.

Tarem leaped through the scattered clouds of dust, charging towards the dazed cavalry troops on the ground.

"Dead!"

The tip of his war sword slashed through the air.

“Kuh.”

The cavalry couldn't even dodge it and just closed their eyes firmly.

Then, the spear appeared – past the dust.

Kang!

A clear sound of metal jolted against the metal.

The war sword bounced; after being deflected by the spear.

“Kuh.”

Tarem clenched his teeth, and turned his head towards the owner of the spear.

A rather short childish and physical face.

At least, to Tarem, he seemed to be just a rookie.

"Fuckin' son dare to interfere!"

Tarem twisted his war sword and slashed it hard.

At that moment, the firmly placed spear curved like a stream of water and spun horizontally.

"Speed up!"

Tarem was dumbfounded, breathing air at the unexpected movement while quickly lifting his shield to block.

It stinks!

The spear collided with the shield, and a heavy throbbing sound rang out.

The spear that bounced off the shield spun round and pointed towards Tarem's back.

"Shoppers."

Tarem crouched down to avoid the spear.

However, the movements of the spear still continued to flow like streams of water.

'His face was like a young novice, but his skills were truly a veteran!'

Tarem hurriedly inhaled some air, and then stormed over.

'I just have to get within his reach. Then you're mine, son!'

Long spear.

And because of that, it was effective in medium to long range weapon combat, but it was difficult to use it in close range.

A fight!

The spear slid through after slicing through Tarem's wrist.

'Kugh.'

He felt a sharp pain, but he clenched his teeth determined to endure it.

'I just have to close the distance!'

Therefore, he could close the distance with what he needed.

No, it was even closer to what he wanted.

And this was because the novice was also advancing towards him.

"Huh?"

A human suddenly appeared before him.

Tarem became confused in the distance, which made it even harder to swing his war sword.

At that moment, a sharp tingling feeling was felt within his chest.

He slightly lowered his head to look at his left chest.

Embedded there was a short sword the size of his palm; piercing all the way to its hilt.

“Fu, fuck. Impossible."

Curse coughed.

Tarem raised his head in disbelief and looked into the eyes of the novice spearman.

The young novice smiled brightly and then twisted his short sword.

Kugugug.

The sound of his ribs grinding as his heart was torn apart.

“Kuaaaaa!”

A shout came out from Tarem's mouth.

Smacked.

The novice Spearman kicked Tarem in the stomach with his right leg.

And the short sword impaled on his chest slid out as blood splashed out.

Fall off.

Tarem fell to the ground.

The light disappeared from his eyes, and the clear blue sky slowly faded into a darker one.

'Am I going to die?'

Then, a sharp spear flew through his eyes.

'Fuckers.'

A curse that he could not take out, was rolling in his mouth.

Poked.

The spear pierced Tarem's face accurately.

The owner of the spear, the novice spearman muttered casually.

“To call me a fucking beginner. For someone who explored the battlefield for 20 years.”

Beginner's spear.

This is none other than Roan.

'We won a one-sided battle.'

The battlefield stream favored the side of the conquering army.

An army of five thousand monsters, consisting of orcs and goblins, still could not regroup to form a proper defensive formation.”

"I can't relax here."

Just because it was a one-sided affair, it did not mean that he could not collect the reward.

He also had to show something that would stand above the rest.

'In addition, this is not all their troops.'

Handholds.

Roan clutched his spear and stormed.

The tat!

He charged through the chaotic battlefield.

A fight!

The spear pierced through the air, weaving and dancing.

Spear pierced or slashed at monsters nonstop.

Attack and survive.

The beauty of spearmanship that allows you to do both things simultaneously.

Roan fought without rest for his spear skills to naturally improve.

Cut it! Stab! A fight!

“Kuh!”

“Kgh!”

“Guys!”

The spear blade sliced, while the spear tip pierced.

For an approaching opponent, he punched or kicked them, creating a much-needed distance, he then stabbed their necks with his spear.

"Wow. See that guy.”

"Isn't he a greenhorn from the 13th?"

"A kind of spearmanship like that for a newcomer bastard?"

The soldiers who slashed their orc comrades, and now took a much needed breath – looked at Roan while muttering. Spearmanship consists of short movements, and flows from one point to another without end. It was hard to expect that it was the spearmanship of a new enlisted warrior, who had just completed his recruitment training.

"Isn't he better than our Commanding Officer?"

“Last time, I saw the skill of the Squad Commander of the 5th Squad, and I thought it resembled something like his.”

"Wow! Did you see him? He hit the chin of the attacking monster with the tip of his spear, and after that while spinning, he then smashed his head!”

"I saw it. I've seen. That skill is not something a mere greenhorn can do.”

The soldiers speak.

And it was the same for the soldiers of the 13th Army.

Proud expressions appeared on their faces.

'A lucky bastard entered our 13th Army.'

'My nails. Look how astonished the people from the other squads are.'

'The person who showed himself the most on this battlefield was Roan.'

But of course, there was also Pierce who faced Orcs with pretty good skills, but the man gave the impression of someone who was training rather than doing battle.

A feeling too clean.

'If you don't kill them like Roan, it means you don't have much motivation.'

Commander Tane's army slapped his lips as if it was a sentiment of regret.

But actually, it was because this kind of orc was a very easy opponent for Pierce, but no one knew about this fact.

No, there's only one person who knows it: Roan.

"Looks like he's coming for an excursion."

Roan looked at Pierce who was slaughtering the Orcs casually, and muttered.

'This kind of Orc should be a very easy opponent for you.'

He took a breath after easily disposing of the two goblins that attacked him.

'But where is Glenn?'

Roan frowned.

Because he could not see Glenn among the 13th Army members.

Roan, who was looking for Glenn on the battlefield, frowned.

The man seemed to have been swept to the front lines, as cavalry and infantry troops stormed.

'Shoppers! Not in there!'

Roan bit his lower lip and kicked the ground while running.

Tane, who saw Roan leave the line, yelled at him.

"Well! Where you go!"

Roan answered without looking back.

"I'm going to save Glenn!"