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Chapter 28 I am the master thief Borg!

"Evil dragon! Let's duel!"

Roman stared in astonishment at the wild man who had jumped out of the forest.

He couldn't see any trace of civilization in this guy, as if he had long been assimilated by this mountain forest.

According to information Roman had received.

Borg the bandit was the superhuman who stayed in the mountains the longest, for a full twenty years. The hunters all came and went, but Borg remained active in the mountains.

The second longest was Dick, followed by Garin, and finally Jet and the Witch of Doom.

These extraordinary individuals lived secluded lives, clearly separated from the world, until his arrival shattered the tranquility of the place.

Roman's expression turned extremely ugly after he realized that the man was Borg.

His gaze sharpened, and his tone became extremely serious: "I sent Green to find you, but where is he?"

Just as Roman was preparing for the worst, Green and Dota emerged from the woods.

Green looked embarrassed: "Sir, I'm here..."

He messed things up, underestimating the notorious thief who had been famous twenty years ago—he caught up with Borg several times, but the latter always escaped.

Upon discovering that Borg's movements were heading towards Roman, Green rushed back in a panic, but he was too late, which made him extremely ashamed.

Roman's expression softened somewhat, and he said to Borg, "You want to duel with me?"

Borg said fiercely, "Yes! I will kill you, you evil dragon, with my battle axe!"

He brandished the weapon in his hand.

When Roman saw the weapon in Borg's hand, he discovered that it was just a stone shard wrapped with vines on a stick.

The overwhelming sense of absurdity left Roman both amused and exasperated.

But he noticed that Moore's face was unusually pale when he saw Borg, and his legs began to tremble uncontrollably, as if he had some dealings with this notorious thief.

Why do you challenge me to a duel?

Borg raised his arms and shouted, "Because I am Borg the Great Thief! I will steal all the dragon's treasure!"

"Ridiculous! Why do you call me an evil dragon!"

Borg declared emphatically: "You have no sharp claws, yet you control vast tracts of land; you have no bat wings, yet you stand high above; you have no power to breathe fire and thunder, yet you make everyone on this land fear your might—who is more like a dragon than you!"

This explanation almost convinced Roman, leading him to believe that he was indeed one of those legendary creatures said to come from distant islands.

Dick whispered to him, "Borg has Arctic blood."

Dick was in a dilemma. He didn't want his longtime neighbor to come here and seek his own death, but when Borg actually showed up, Dick realized he couldn't help Borg in the slightest.

The latter would not surrender or admit defeat; he was as stubborn as a rock.

Roman immediately understood; the Arctic refers to the northern ice sea—he had heard of the myths and legends of the Arctic people.

The distant Arctic Ocean gave birth to the resilient and savage Arctic people. They revered strength and were fearless in the face of death, which led to rampant piracy.

One hundred and fifty years ago, the pirates suffered a heavy blow from the conquerors.

But Roman knew that the Arctic people had returned to their old ways, and over the past few decades they had come back to harass the coastlines of various countries.

Legends about dragons on land have existed for a long time, the most recent one being the true story of the first Duke of Split Armor shooting through the scales of a red dragon 150 years ago.

From that time on, the dragon race seemed to have vanished from this land.

Roman also knew that the dragons were still active in the distant seas.

However, only the strongest and largest ships can reach the island where the dragons live.

Roman did not believe that the nations of the earth possessed this ability.

However, the people of the Arctic have the opportunity to witness the dragons.

Borg was clearly influenced by Arctic legends, so it's understandable that he would compare Roman to a dragon.

His plan to steal all the wealth of a dragon is quite in line with the style of a master thief.

Roman asked, puzzled, "Do you want to repeat what happened in the past?"

Borg yelled, "The past will not repeat itself!"

Roman shook his head and said, “You can’t save them. Borg, you’re standing on the shore, you can’t save those who are stuck in the swamp. You don’t know that the harder you try, the deeper they sink, and the dark gravity of the swamp will pull you in too. That’s the curse of humanity.”

"Then use your corpse to break the curse, and let everyone step over you to get ashore!"

Borg swung his huge, sharp battle axe at the sky!
He felt that he was just like the bravest and most fearless Arctic warrior in mythology.

The sky was covered with dark clouds, and towering waves surged!
He stood tall and proud on the broad deck of the ship, roaring at the evil dragon in the sea.

No matter the storm, his strong body remained unshaken; his feet were firmly planted on the deck, swaying only with the rise and fall of the massive ship.

Behind him stood countless people, and a frail yet resilient figure gazed at her with a gentle and comforting look.

Borg felt his blood boiling again, a strong sense of pride and honor rising within him.

……

Roman, Dick, Jeter, Shasta, Aaron, Green, and the others watched Borg in silence.

His hair was messy and long, and his body had shrunk considerably, but one could still vaguely see the tall and brave figure he had been at his peak. However, his words and actions were erratic and mad.

Dick looked away and said, "He's gone mad."

Borg roared hoarsely, as if shouting in a storm: "I am the great thief Borg! Follow in my footsteps! Board my warship! Let us slay dragons together! Let us kill all the evil dragons together! From now on! We will be the greatest thieves in this world!" Roman initially thought it was absurd, but after hearing these words, he changed his mind, and his eyes and expression gradually calmed down.

He said, "I accept your duel!"

He raised his hand to stop Aaron from stepping forward to intervene, and took the round shield from him and the greatsword from Green.

"Dragon slayer, come forth!"

When Borg heard these words, it was as if he heard the bugle call from the Arctic warships.

His fighting spirit was high, and his desire to slay the dragon was stronger than ever before. He couldn't wait to kill the evil dragon in front of him!

Borg brandished his battle axe and roared in a commanding voice, "I am Borg the Great Thief! My followers! Charge with me!!"

The two people collided in full view of everyone.

This was a seasoned soldier whose body had deteriorated due to the poor environment and inadequate nutrition. He could not maintain his daily training and had not experienced a decent battle in twenty years.

But he was still the most skilled and valiant warrior!
On this turbulent sea, Borg led from the front.

He skillfully wielded his battle axe, maneuvering and fighting against the invulnerable dragon with its sharp claws!

This exhilarating battle lasted for more than ten minutes.

This great thief, who had been shouting to kill all the evil dragons in the world, was increasingly feeling his physical strength failing him.

After all, the battle had lasted for too long. He felt that the battle was so intense that the sky darkened and the sea surged, perhaps lasting for three days and three nights.

Otherwise, why would he feel so tired?

Under the worried gaze of that frail figure, he escaped from the dragon's claws countless times and launched counterattacks countless times, much like a scene from a legend.

'I need to put an end to this!' he thought.

The thief Borg's eyes were fierce. He felt he had finally found the dragon's weakness and jumped off the deck one last time.

He leaped up, wielding his massive battle axe, and struck the dragon's hard neck with lightning speed!
Deng!
The vines had long since come loose, and the stone slabs binding them had long since fallen off.

Only a bare wooden stick struck Roman's shield.

The notorious thief Borg finally released his grip on the battle axe, and amidst the gasps of many, he plunged into the icy sea.

He couldn't breathe, his vision began to blur, and he felt an unprecedented cold.

'I am the great thief Borg!' he thought to himself.

'I cannot die like this; I must lead more people to slay more dragons.'

He tried to swim up, but the cold continued to seep into his limbs, starting with his fingers which began to stiffen, and his body heat was constantly draining away.

Borg continued to fall, plunging into the increasingly dark and cold seabed.

In a daze, he saw a frail figure leap into the sea and swim with all her might to his side.

'Borg...Borg...'

He heard someone calling his name, and the voice was full of gentleness and kindness, as if it came from a distant memory.

"Uncle Borg... Uncle Borg..."

He didn't know where the strength came from, but he grabbed the hand that was being reached out to him and asked in the seawater, "Did I kill... that evil dragon...?"

In the icy seawater, Borg felt a moist warmth flowing into his increasingly stiff palms, and he seemed to see that frail figure weeping uncontrollably.

“Yes, yes… Uncle Borg, you did it.” Gweil replied as Roman instructed.

She was deeply saddened by the impending end of the elder who had once helped her.

“I am… the great thief Borg…” Borg felt as if he were falling into the deep sea, and had fallen to a certain level, and he had difficulty controlling his body.

Borg seemed to know something.

He killed many people in his youth because he believed in the legends of the North Pole and the existence of Valhalla—that all fallen warriors would be guided by the Valkyrie and enter the mythical temple with her.

But at that moment, Borg regretted it.

An unprecedented sense of regret gnawed at his soul like a venomous dragon, injecting it with the most potent toxins in the world.

He never wants to go to Valhalla again!

He went against his beliefs, but he did not feel pain!

What truly causes him pain is—

"Mom, I'm sorry, I killed you..."

"Please forgive my sinful bloodline, I beg you to forgive the sins I have committed..."

"You must be in so much pain, you must be in so much pain..."

"Mom, please forgive me, my hands are stained with blood..."

Borg wept bitterly like a child who had done something wrong.

He pleaded and begged repeatedly, confessing and repenting, begging his mother to grant him mercy and forgiveness.

He didn't want to go to Valhalla anymore; he didn't want to go to the legendary hall, where there was no warmth to be found.

In the final moments of his descent into consciousness, he felt as if he were being held tightly, like a newborn child being held by his mother. Those arms were slender and delicate, yet they were still able to hold him firmly.

Everything has returned to its original state.

(End of this chapter)