Chapter 195
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 195
Chapter Title: To the Moyong Family (3)
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No matter how much our super great wolfie loved our stroll like crazy, it couldn't run nonstop for 24 hours.
Fortunately, after that close skirmish earlier, it seemed the pursuers had given up the chase right away.
"Hoo."
"Ahhh... This is tough..."
We found a suitable hiding spot, joined up with Lady Seol, used water arts to create a puddle, and lit a fire with my fire arts.
Taking a brief rest, we discussed our plans going forward.
The original plan had been to head straight to the Moyong Family at top speed...
"Now that we've clearly shown our hostility, how about we start chipping away at their forces from the outskirts instead? That spear-throwing expert from earlier would be much easier to handle alone."
It was a suggestion from Moyong Wicheon, who had already shared the situation with the family to some extent.
Our superior mobility would let us strike first and take them out one by one—a pretty tempting idea.
Of course.
"That seems a bit... Even if Silver Wolf is fast, isn't the risk too high?"
"Wolfie."
"Silver Wolf."
"Hm."
A brief debate over wolfie's true name ensued.
Opinions were sharply divided.
Moyong Seol and Moyong Taek opposed it due to the high risk.
Moyong Wicheon was all for it—whether out of reckless bravado or pent-up frustration from the arrow barrages.
And I...
"If we plan it well, it could definitely work."
Leaned a bit toward approval.
A well-organized army was threatening in itself, and the more numerous they were, the greater the threat grew.
This primitive, barbaric ancient Central Plains probably hadn't discovered it yet, but Lanchester's laws weren't just for warfare—they applied to business too, a truly significant principle.
Whittling down the enemy's scattered forces beforehand would surely be effective.
And besides, we had.
The epitome of asymmetric warfare right here: yours truly.
"But guys like you, Young Taek or Wicheon, are just Peak realm at best. Weaker than wolfie. Isn't it dangerous?"
"Kuh."
"Y-You bastard...!"
Moyong Taek and Moyong Wicheon ground their teeth but couldn't refute me.
Facts were facts.
But still.
We had super-Peak expert Lady Seol, and wolfie with its unmatched mobility and stamina that no horse could catch.
"I've got it figured out. Listen up."
I shared the idea that had just flashed into my mind.
It had been three days since Geum Sihyeon's group crossed the Great Wall and set foot in the Gobi Desert.
"Find them! Find them no matter what!"
"But that spirit beast's speed..."
"We outnumber them overwhelmingly! It's just one wolf!"
Kara Darmalla ground his teeth.
Even if most of Stormwind Temple's main forces had headed east, to be toyed with so miserably by Central Plains folk...
Using mobility to whittle down enemy forces was their specialty.
But.
Now, they were the ones being picked off one by one.
Especially infuriating was.
"The unit heading south from the north has been completely wiped out!"
"The reinforcements from the west too—"
They'd tried gathering the scattered clansmen and warriors at key points, but their plans were intercepted midway, as if read in advance.
They couldn't just chase after their tails forever, and though they seemed to be hiding nearby, they couldn't even catch a glimpse.
Even if only the dregs were left, they were still Stormwind Temple's desert-running great warriors.
How could they overcome this disgrace that went beyond sullying their name to outright shitting on it?
Of course, they couldn't give up now.
- Don't run! Fight back!
- Can't catch us? Pissed off? Furious?
"Damn bastards."
At least one.
That Central Plains bastard who handled bows better than their warriors, wielding it with frivolity instead of weight—he'd be torn apart for sure.
.
.
.
It didn't take long for the perfect chance to arrive.
Under Kara Darmalla's heroic leadership, he quickly rallied all the clansmen around the great tent and Stormwind Temple's warriors at central points.
Like mending a net stitch by stitch.
They spread the Heaven-Earth Encompassing Net and herded the wicked foes.
Only Stormwind Temple warriors fully understood the great tent's mysteries, carefully guiding them with the massive barrier time had piled up like sand.
"Hah, hahaha! You damn bastards, finally!"
They finally cornered the evil Central Plains folk into a narrow canyon.
Warriors were positioned on the other side too, so even if they escaped the canyon safely, they could catch them while pinned down.
To think just one spirit beast.
And three people could shake them this much.
"...Three?"
Two men in similar uniforms, and one woman.
But.
The arch-villain they wanted to chew up wasn't there.
The moment he felt a chill down his spine.
Kugugugu...!
"I am death, and I shall become the destroyer of the world—!"
The ground shook violently, and a roar beyond human capability echoed through the entire canyon.
The inner energy in that voice was impressive, but.
"Hiihing...!"
"Huuuiii—!"
"Hiuuuu—!"
"Th-the horses are going mad!"
"Hold the reins tighter! Ack!"
"F-Falling—!"
These were horses that obeyed their riders calmly even amid bloody battlefields.
But the moment the lion's roar resounded, they went berserk, bucking wildly.
Every single one, without exception.
They threw off their riders violently and fled into the desert distance as if obeying an irresistible divine command.
That upheaval threw all of Stormwind Temple into chaos.
But it didn't end there.
"What is that...?"
Kara Darmalla, who quickly assessed the situation and dismounted, spotted.
A sphere of light shooting from the cliff, slowly approaching them.
And at the same time.
"Get out of the way! Out of the waaay!"
"Kyaaaaaaa—!"
Central Plains folk fleeing into the canyon like arrows amid the chaos.
"Regroup, they're outnumbered anyway! Don't let them esca—"
The moment he tried to order pursuit.
The evil Central Plains man's light sphere touched the ground.
And.
There was light.
"Whew."
"Wow..."
"...Not bad. Quite impressive."
The Moyong family trio—hair and clothes disheveled from the mad dash on wolfie, now familiar with Geum Sihyeon's antics—simultaneously let out exclamations upon turning to see the spectacle he'd created.
A massive hole gaped in the desert center, as if space itself had been obliterated.
The Stormwind Temple pursuers who had hounded them until moments ago had mostly vanished, as if they'd never existed.
The few survivors left.
"Hiiik...!"
"Demon...!"
"R-Run!"
Completely broken in spirit, they scattered in all directions.
Unable to mount the frenzied, uncontrollable horses, they fled on foot into the desert.
And then.
"Let's go!"
"Don't order me around, Taek!"
"...Hah."
The three dual-sword experts, tormented by arrow volleys all this time, finally leaped off wolfie's back and charged across the sand.
Ten thousand-fold pent-up rage crashed upon the routed remnants.
"Is this Manjusraum...?"
"Still spouting nonsense, you fine fellow."
After days of crossing the desert, hunting down any Mongols they spotted, they finally set foot in the rightful territory of ancient Dangun's Huan Kingdom.
A surge of inexplicable fury toward the Dinosaur Bandits and fanboyish grandeur welled up in his chest.
"Father...?"
"The patriarch is coming, Sihyeon."
A presence unmistakably of the Moyong family, and an aura at least equal to this Flower Realm (True) Geum Sihyeon—no, not inferior—began to emanate from afar.
Soon.
A stern-faced middle-aged man appeared with his escorting warriors.
The patriarch of the Moyong Family.
Moyong Danha.