No matter if he didn't know how to ride a horse or if he wasn't sitting in the saddle.
"Kaaaaak!"
"Hurry up and get on the horse!"
Neigh-!
When the boy looked, it was approaching, and after swinging his sword, it was already passing.
World and world.
The two worlds, connected by Aura and a horn, were heading towards the same place even though they were looking in different directions.
'That's it!'
Vlad laughed heartily as he felt the wind pass through his face.
The sound of the black horse's heartbeat was felt throughout his body.
Vlad brandished his sword and felt a heartbeat twice as strong as his own.
It will take more blood to burn this giant heart.
"Smile like before!"
As the dark night passed, the blood of the barbarians spread densely.
Those who were blinded by the loot and fell to the ground could never ride a horse again.
"That guy is the one who burned someone!"
"...He's the one even you rejected!"
The barbarians who had been plundering the merchants for a while were surprised when they saw Vlad approaching quickly.
It was very fast, and the ferocity of the sword he wielded was part of the reason, but what surprised them more than anything was the fact that the guy they had been chasing had picked up a person.
The only people who can ride a prairie son born with spiritual blood are themselves, who are also sons of the prairie.
However, the common sense in which they firmly believed was shattered by Vlad, who was now riding the black horse.
Contrary to what they thought, the jet-black horse did not belong to anyone, and it chose him only of its own will.
"Don't hand it over to the children of the plains, you Imperial snot-noses!"
The barbarians gnashed their teeth and withdrew upon seeing him as if something that belonged to them had been taken away.
Feeling like their souls had been trampled beyond their pride, the barbarians began to chase the boy, leaving behind the shiny gold coins.
'They're following me!'
Vlad, who had been killing those who had been plundering for a while, didn't know what to do when he saw people coming towards him.
Since they separated from the procession, the intended goal was achieved, but the situation of being increasingly surrounded was difficult to handle for an inexperienced boy.
"…!"
While Vlad hesitated and was unable to make a decision, the barbarians began to surround Vlad as he ran.
The barbarians' gaze comes like a sharp stab.
Trapped in a crowd of more than ten people, Vlad gritted his teeth and prepared for the impending evil.
"Get off that horse right now. Bastard!"
"This is not a horse you dare to ride!"
Vlad was not intimidated even by the men's eyes piercing him like daggers.
"…What do you care if I ride this guy or not!"
I'll do what I want to do.
I came up here to do that, and you have no right to stop me.
"He's shouting at us. Hey."
"Kill him!"
The barbarians who saw the boy's burning blue eyes swung their swords from all directions as if they were waiting.
"…!"
Vlad quickly tried to raise his Aura to counterattack, but before he knew it, the men's swords were wobbling in front of him.
"Oh?"
Neigh-!
Vlad wasn't fighting alone.
The black horse skillfully slowed down and dodged the attacks of the barbarians' swords in an instant.
Boom-Boom-
Then, he forcefully pushed the barbarians' horses running alongside him and began to break the siege they had created.
Even the black horse had a debt to repay them.
"…!"
A pair of white horns that can only be seen in the child's world, connected to each other.
The black horse's eyes began to glow alongside the horn, exerting an undeniable pressure on the surrounding horses.
It was an incredible force emitted by a herbivore.
"Wow!"
"Damn it! They got me!"
Vlad, who had been caught in a huge net, broke free and leaped, taking his place behind the barbarians.
It was a position that only a pursuer and a predator could capture.
"Throw the rope!"
While Vlad panicked as his position changed in an instant, some of the barbarians quickly began to throw the ropes they held.
It was a rope inscribed with a spell that was cast last night to capture the black horse.
Relinchar-
The black horse began to neigh as it looked at the rope filled with malice that it couldn't bear to see.
It remembered the night sky when the lassos flew from all directions.
"How dare you!"
However, this time the boy was able to counter what the black horse couldn't.
The world that Vlad had been holding began to flow from his closed left eye.
"These bastards are cruel to the end!"
Vlad took note of the lassos flying from all directions and began to wield his sword at the exact moment.
I don't know if they were shot from various angles, but the boy had already caught them off guard, and the hastily thrown lassos only flew directly in front of the boy.
Screech-
With a flash of light, the barbarians' spells were reduced to nothing.With the malice of the humans against which the black horse could do nothing.
"This guy can also use aura!"
"The brat was also a knight!"
The boy and the horse smirked maliciously as they looked at the bewildered barbarians.
"Now it's my turn!"
The sword in the boy's hand began to tremble.
Faster than the barbarians, the night sky attacked them from behind.
***
¡Aaaah-!
The horses were frightened.
"…."
Another group of people facing off outside the procession.
The old man and the leader of the barbarians in the group turned their heads without hesitation at the strange shout coming from behind.
"Vlad?"
"…That."
They were barbarians who had lived their entire lives chasing and hunting people.
However, what they were seeing now was someone hunting them.
By a blond child wielding a sword accompanied by a black horse.
"Try to block him!"
Sensing that the situation was unusual, the leader of the barbarians ordered the group following him to take care of Ramund and quickly ran to the place where the shouts were loud.
"Where are you going? Hey!"
Ramund noticed he was moving towards Vlad and quickly tried to follow him, but the horse only driving the carriage couldn't catch up as he ran forward in an instant.
The remaining group blocked Ramund's path and stopped him.
"What's going on!"
The leader of the barbarians ran to his fleeing subordinates.
What he saw there was shocking.
"Agge... Mister Agge!"
One of his subordinates, who was bleeding, ran towards Agge and waved his only remaining arm.
"This is incredible!"
Suddenly, half of his subordinates had disappeared.
And then there was the blond-haired boy following him and the horse with spiritual blood that had been watching.
Seeing the unimaginable scene, Agge, the group leader, opened his eyes in surprise.
"This brat dares!"
Agge shot an arrow when he saw something that made the blood spurt just by looking at it.
A cold-blooded arrow was shot at the boy who radiated a strong presence even from afar.
At the same time, the ears of the black horse perked up.
"….!"
"Huff!"
Vlad grabbed the mane of the black horse, which was leaning for a moment, and inadvertently got closer.
Swishhhh
The eerie sound of wind passing through your ears for a moment.
It was the sound made when the arrow Agge had just shot pierced the area where Vlad's head was.
Vlad quickly raised his head and looked in the direction the arrow had come from.
A barbarian man who, unlike other barbarians, had straight hair with colored cords.
"You're that kid from before!"
Vlad clenched his teeth, remembering the cold-eyed man who had shot an arrow at him from the hill.
"….!"
Agge was also surprised when he saw the horse dodge his arrow.
He knew it was unusual because it was a horse born with spiritual blood, but he had no idea it would be this bad.
'We have to catch him here!'
A child and a spiritual horse.
A chill ran down Agge's spine as he saw them complement each other perfectly and grow stronger because they were young.
We need to stop the momentum of these guys here and now.
"Hurry up and surround those guys!"
"But Mister Agge!"
"I'll handle the end!"
Agge's eyes began to burn as he looked at the boy.
Even his tattoos engraved all over his body.
Agge's world, carved by the magic of the barbarians, emerged on his skin.
The formation tightens once again.
"Okay, come and see!"
There was a man breaking through the gap.
The eyes of the boy and the horse watching him began to shine intensely.At a distance where they could even see their reflections in each other's eyes, the two shouted fiercely as if they had been waiting.
"Die!"
"Disappear!"
The swords clashed, and the eyes burned at each other.
A stirring duel formed by horses spun around them.
'Damn.'
It's worth facing.
Vlad, who had come face to face with Agge, thought so.
To the eyes of a child who had fought ridiculously powerful men, the plains warrior named Agge was a worthy opponent.
But the problem is that he's mounted on a horse now.
[You don't have a saddle. It gets worse as time goes on.]
As the voice said, the boy who couldn't borrow the power of the tool alone was at a disadvantage the longer the current situation lasted.
Feeling the boy's thighs trembling more and more, the black horse tried to lighten the load by arranging his upper body as much as possible, but the evil spirits surrounding him on all sides prevented him from doing so.
[…You must retreat!]
'How!'
Vlad desperately tried to turn his head to find a way out.
However, there were only barbarians around, and this time not even the black horse could easily break the siege.
"Are you saying you rode a spiritual horse just for this?"
Because Agge, right by his side, was holding his words with the boy.
"….!"
At that moment, Vlad saw Ramund approaching.
Although obscured by the barbarians, Ramund's shining forehead was recognizable even from a distance.
"Except for a few barbarians, these are guys who wouldn't even dare to fight a knight."
"You just have to take out the unique mobility of the barbarians."
There was something a seasoned knight told me.
They say you can only face the barbarians if you knock them off their horses.
Vlad's eyes gleamed blue as he looked at Ramund following from behind and the hopeless siege.
"Were you born on horses?"
"What?" Agge sensed a change in Vlad's attitude.
Even the corners of the boy's mouth gradually lifted.
"I used to be trapped down below all this time."
The boy born in a back alley of Soara had never left the mud fight.
"If I've done it so far, you should do what I want at least once!"
In other words, the young one was accustomed to fighting in the mud.
Because he was born there.
"Damn it!"
Agge was surprised as he saw the fierce eyes leaping off the horse and running towards him.
"Get down, bastard!"
Vlad recklessly catches Agge on a running horse.
Faced with the young man who lunged as if saying "let's die together," Age felt deeply bewildered and simply twisted, having never experienced such an absurd attack in his entire life.
"Ugh!"
A barbarian warrior falling to the ground because of the actions of a boy who is nothing less than the embodiment of the unexpected.
Immediately after, intense pain struck his back.
"….!"
As he watched the ground growing increasingly black, Vlad thought of the old man's shining forehead.
Vlad, who recalled the scene he saw that day in a fraction of a second, mercilessly pushed the Aura into the shoulder that was the first to touch the ground.
I didn't learn it, but I saw and felt it.
"Eh!"
In the dust rising, the boy's left shoulder, touching the ground, faintly glowed.
***
"This guy... this guy!"
Ramund, who followed him late, was startled when he saw the boy who had grabbed the barbarian leader in front of him and fell to the ground.
No matter how strong a knight may be, if he fell like that, it would be difficult to ensure his life.
However, when the dense dust cleared, what appeared in Ramund's eyes was completely different from what he expected.
"...I am Agge, from the Budart tribe."
A boy holding a sword with blood flowing all over his body.
And the barbarian warrior beneath that boy.
"I have no name to give to someone like you."
The boy had learned.
In order to be able to say your name with pride, you must act honorably.
The barbarian man beneath him was nothing more than a group of magical bandits who plundered and killed the village of Bayezid.
Ramund was speechless as he saw the scene before his eyes.
The boy's left shoulder still faintly glows.
Ramund swallowed hard as he saw the aura glowing in the armor of Bayezid bursting here and there.
"...And what if they steal it from you before I tell you, bastard?"
Everyone here was looking at the boy.
A child riding a spiritual horse following the ancient traditions of the barbarians.
A child dressed in the ancient traditions of Bayezid and with his world.
There were two ancient things that continued within the child's world.