Almark – Northern Sword, Southern Wand

Almark saw a captain jump into Wendy's room in the crack of one of his enemies.

Slash and throw away the opponent who came at the slash.

"Out of the way!!"

Delane screams and knocks on the ax.

Dodge it with a single sheet of paper and strike back. It's so powerful that Delane stepped on it unexpectedly.

Almark runs his eyes indoors. The sight of Wendy being beheaded jumped into my eyes.

I don't like the sight. Though I thought about it myself, I didn't want to do this. Wendy, I'm sorry.

I shake off that feeling.

"Morgan, now!

Almark screamed.

Morgan, who was so trembling just before, dared to jump out and activate the fierce wind trick.

A blown captain disappears outside the window.

"All right, Morgan!

Speak indoors and hit Delan. Another blow to Delan, who can catch it with an axe. Another blow. Another blow.

Almark slashes at incredible speed in succession. The rotation has been stepped up more than before.

Delan was able to fight back earlier, but now both axes are in defense.

"Me...."

Delan distorts his face.

This can't be happening.

I know if you get tired and slow.

But he's going faster and faster.

Besides, the power of each hit is getting heavier and heavier.

What the hell? What the hell is this?

Almark's Slashes are even faster.

You're such an idiot.

With one sword, the defenses of the two axes cannot catch up.

My shoulders are slit. My stomach will be cut open.

"Ah...."

Delan drips blood from her mouth and eats her teeth.

Attack. Attack or you will be swallowed.

"There was an accident"

Almark's relentless dagger struck him as he raised his scream and shook two axes.

Derek took off his ax as he pierced his chest deeply.

"This kid... is trying to kill me..."

"Warrior Delan. Al Mark the Warrior killed you."

Almark said quietly. Delan opened his eyes to the words.

Warrior Delan.

I was heartbroken by a title I had not been called for a long time.

Well, I...

Delan noticed.

I said I didn't want to go back north anymore, but I wanted to die as a warrior after all.

Somewhere in my heart I thought it would be better to fight and die if I were to be blown by the lush wind of the south and decay as a warrior.

It was an unbearable mercenary life, but in the end God let me meet an unbelievable warrior.

It's still young and unfinished, but it's not bad to think this battle with me will feed him as a warrior.

"... thank you, Warrior Almark"

I tried to say that at the end, but I wonder if I could.

Delane has no way of checking if Almark has arrived.

Almark pulls out his dagger.

Delan fell slowly.