Berserk: The Prophet

............

Before they knew it, the time had come for the White Dragon Knights to set off for the frontier.

Kadi seems to be very busy lately, only occasionally checking his training progress at dusk. Now, doing a split is no problem for him. The front lines are in dire need of attention, and at dawn, the White Dragon Knights are already solemnly preparing for battle.

"My fellow members of the White Dragon Knights, I believe you have heard of the battles on the front lines. My heart is heavy. Although I have just returned to the capital to welcome new comrades, we must immediately rush to the front lines to defend our honor! For Midland! For our homeland, let us fight!"

Yuris drew his sword from his waist, which gleamed in the morning light, pointing it straight at the northwestern front.

"Oh!! For Midland!!!"

"Set off!!!"

With the general's command, the gates slowly opened, and the knights rode away, raising clouds of dust.

The city was quiet and somber at dawn, while the people on both sides had already been watching the White Dragon Knights depart.

Seeing this, Yuris waved to signal the knights to slow down as they passed through the city.

"You must come back safely!"

"We have to win..."

"You must achieve victory and return safely!"

The people on both sides of the street looked solemnly at the knights who were dressed in their best armor and equipped.

Some cheered for the Knights, while others prayed for their victory. The early winter weather added a chilly atmosphere to the White Dragon Knights' impending expedition.

Snowflakes began to fall from the sky; this was the first snowfall of the year. The fact that they had to rush to the front lines in such cold weather was proof of just how fierce the battle was.

Green looked at both sides of the road, but this time he didn't see that familiar figure. Well, it was just dawn, and the day had just begun. He just wondered how long this separation would last.

Outside the city, the sound of horses' hooves echoed as knights rushed to the battlefield through the first snow of early winter.

............

【Fantasy Continent - Barkley】

The life of traveling, eating, and resting was too boring. There was no trace of the mysterious person in Barkley, and the arena owner thought I was too young and wouldn't let me participate in the competition.

Lying on the roof of the tavern, Ali below was struggling to swing the greatsword in his hand. He was quite strong, but he only had the attributes of an ordinary person, with only 15 points of strength, although it was already quite good for his age.

Thanks to Ali, that chest of loot bought a whopping 1100 dinars! Now we can stay in the tavern every day, since the slums are just too dilapidated.

"When the army marches out, civilians must give way!!"

The sound of orderly footsteps echoed from the street; Barkley's army was about to leave the city, a scene that caught Green's attention.

The perfectly aligned Barkley heavy infantry, along with about twenty or thirty Barkley Imperial knights, and at the very back row of Barkley crossbowmen, were all elite troops clad in heavily studded plate armor. After all, Barkley's legions were renowned for their superior heavy armor and constituted a formidable maritime empire.

What are they going to do with a group of about a hundred people like this? Green doesn't recall Barkley currently being in conflict with any faction.

"Are those Vanscare pirates back again?"

"Yes, I heard they've already looted at least three or four villages. His Majesty the King is furious and is mobilizing the army and various militia groups..."

"They're absolute bastards! Those Vanscare pirates are utterly wicked..."

"No wonder..."

Listening to the conversations of the citizens below, Green learned quite a bit about the situation.

"So that's it..."

A smile played on Green's lips. He couldn't miss out on something this interesting, so he nimbly climbed off the roof and patted Ali on the shoulder.

“Let’s go and see.” Green led his old horse up and gestured for the boy to mount.

“Okay.” The boy nodded, extended his right hand, and was pulled onto the horse by Green. The two followed the army that had already left the city and rode away.

............

outside the city.

To avoid being arrested as a spy, Green stayed only about three kilometers away from the army. Perhaps because his destination was clear and he wasn't afraid of being attacked on his own soil, the hundred or so soldiers didn't seem to have sent out any scouts.

After traveling about twenty miles, shouts of killing suddenly came from ahead, indicating that two groups of people had encountered each other.

Green rode his horse to a high place far from the battlefield. The two groups below were fighting fiercely. The pirates were well-equipped and numbered about a hundred. Throwing spears and axes filled the entire battlefield, and it seemed that his current equipment was not something he could intervene in.

Despite the Vanscaree pirates' fighting prowess, they were no match for the heavily armored Barkley elites and were quickly wiped out. Green also noticed that one of the Vanscaree's finely armored men seemed to be injured, probably a leader or similar figure, being led by several men as they fled into the woods. The Barkley crossbowmen behind them were mercilessly shooting at them, and those around the leader fell one by one after being hit by arrows, while the leader, despite being hit by two arrows, still managed to escape into the depths of the jungle.

Meanwhile, the remaining thirty or forty pirates on the battlefield were completely unaware of their leader's escape and fought back fiercely against Barkley's army, creating space for their leader to flee.

Seeing this, Green told Ali to dismount and rode off to capture the leader, since such people are usually very valuable.

............

"Tread" "Tread" "Tread"

The sound of hooves made the fleeing Borg uneasy. His armor felt heavier, his steps unsteady, and the loss of blood caused him to break out in a cold sweat. He focused his attention on listening to the sound of hooves. There was only one horse! And it was a light cavalryman.

The cunning old man, Boge, hid behind a tree and cautiously peeked out when he heard the sound of hooves stop.

Damn it, it's just a child? What are they looking for? Wearing that armor, are they trying to capture me? What a joke! Countless children have died by his axe!

Bog revealed a cruel smile. There were still five javelins in his javelin bag, enough to easily deal with a small child. With a ruthless glint in his eyes, he hurled the javelin at the child's heart.

Just as Green thought he had gone to the wrong place, the sound of something cutting through the air behind him startled him, and he suddenly lay down on the horse's back.

"Ping-Pong"

A sharp pain shot through his back. If he had been a moment later, he would have lost his life here. Green's eyes were filled with murderous intent as he looked at the tree from which the spear had been thrown.