Berserk: The Prophet

As soon as Wardemar finished speaking, he led several of his men downstairs, seemingly to parade him through the streets. Green, whose injuries had almost healed, quietly put the box into his spatial storage and followed them down with great curiosity, as he had never seen such a scene before.

There were only a few groups of people having breakfast in the tavern in the morning, while the surrounding guest rooms also peeked out from their rooms after hearing the commotion, listening to the cursing and shouting of Borg as he was being taken away by the knights.

"I can walk by myself!!"

Borg continued to struggle unwillingly until he was dragged outside, his legs were bent by iron bars, and he was stuffed into the iron cage used for transporting prisoners.

The surrounding residents, seeing this, gathered around to watch. Upon learning that this man was one of the leaders of Vanscare, they went home and fetched rotten eggs and vegetable leaves, throwing them at him.

"Damn Vanskerry people!!"

"Heh tui! Pui pui pui..."

"Mongrel..."

The surrounding crowd began to spit and curse, and some of the furious serfs even grabbed rakes and hoes to strike, but were stopped by the knights.

"Porg, the leader of the Vanskerry War, will be executed at noon today in the central square!!! Do not obstruct official business! Make way, make way."

"Waaaaah, my child, so young and already..."

"...Damn Vanskerry people!"

The serfs and peasant women around them, their clothes ragged and covered in dust, had red eyes filled with boundless hatred and anger as they stared intently at the man in the cage. It was the Vanskellites who had burned down their homes and taken everything that belonged to them!

"Hmph, a bunch of useless two-legged sheep..."

Even though Borg was locked in an iron cage, his mouth was still as restless as ever. Knowing that he was about to die, Borg was quite calm. Thinking about the treasures he had plundered and the countless women he had taken from him in his life, he felt that his life had been worthwhile.

It's unbelievable that he would be arrested by a child at the end of his life. It's quite embarrassing, but it doesn't matter anymore. He's lived a full life.

As a true Vanskelles, what's the point of living if you don't engage in arson, murder, and looting, and don't experience the feeling of using other people's skulls as bowls? His deeds are enough for his children in Vanskelles to admire, and he has done right by the ancestors of Vanskelles.

Green simply watched Bog in the cage without any remorse. He had no interest in going to the square to watch the beheading or anything like that. The most important thing was to make money. He wondered if there were any mercenaries available to recruit in the tavern. He turned around and went back.

There aren't many decent people I can use, but something is better than nothing. It looks like a lot of Vanskellians are going to land soon, so I'll feel more confident taking a few more people with me. So I spent 120 dinars to recruit six city thugs, all of them at the level of small Karami.

Green's injuries had almost healed, and he removed the bandages from his body. The scars on his body were almost falling off. His recovery ability was truly terrifying. Just two days ago, he had a wound that had been pierced through.

Every winter, the Vanskeri people, unable to bear the loneliness of winter, would land along the coast, burning and looting villages, stealing food and women. All their food, clothing, and daily necessities depended on plunder. Every winter, there would be several large-scale Vanskeri invasions. The Barkley Empire had long been accustomed to conscripting militias from the villages. However, this time the Vanskeri were particularly rampant, attacking four villages in less than a month. This was not only a huge economic loss for the Barkley Empire, but also a disregard for the Barkley Empire's reputation.

Even His Majesty the King has offered a hefty reward for the head of the leader who spearheaded the Vanscaree invaders, which speaks volumes about the severity of the situation.

Soon, the day after Bog was executed, news spread throughout Barkley that the army was going on another expedition. This expedition was even larger than the one that captured Bog, with more than 200 Barkley soldiers being dispatched, and militias from various places also began to respond to the call.

The expedition of Barkley's army also attracted the participation of some ambitious individuals. After all, the profits of war are substantial. Green was one of the others who followed the army. War meant that experience points could be gained quickly, much faster than the tedious combat training in the Trial Realm.

When Barkley's army arrived after receiving a distress call from a nearby village, the Vanskerry people were cruelly laughing as they hung the villagers' corpses and limbs on rows of sharp wooden sticks.

This group of Vanskellians was different from usual. The nearly three hundred men seemed to have come prepared. Unlike the guerrilla tactics of the raiding squads, they were waiting here for Barkley's army. Once they defeated Barkley's army here, their fame would spread far and wide, and more of their compatriots would join their army, burning, killing, and looting even more arrogantly.

"Damn it, those beasts!"

Upon seeing this, Wardemar couldn't help but curse loudly; his heart was heavy and his eyes were filled with anger.

"Barkley's warriors! Charge for our homeland!!"

Wardemar drew his sword and pointed it at the group of beasts from Vanskerry. More than fifty knights mounted their lances and charged straight at the bandits, while the infantry also launched their attack. A melee was about to break out.

Crossbow bolts, spears, and throwing axes constantly crisscrossed the battlefield.

Green also led his men into the melee; if they were to die by accident, they couldn't blame anyone else.

......

Meanwhile, in the world of Blade & Soul, they were still on their way. After a month of special training, Grimm's body had been sufficiently tempered. Kadi had begun to teach him how to use a military knife and the techniques, and was also his mentor in using a one-handed sword. This military knife was light, thin, and swift, yet still powerful when cutting people. Combined with a flexible body, it was a force to be reckoned with on the battlefield. It was very suitable for small children to use in surprise attacks on the battlefield, and of course, it was most suitable for quick ambushes.

Perhaps because Kadi didn't want to die so easily on the battlefield, these past few days, apart from eating, sleeping, and traveling, he has been on the road undergoing special training.

The day's practice finally came to an end, and the system seemed different from usual, providing some rare good news.

[Completed Kadi's special training, gained 2860 experience points, Agility +2, One-handed weapon proficiency +30.]

Since unlocking the Gates of Pendor, the speed at which I gain experience points has increased dramatically. The combined energy from both is enough to keep me on the continent of Pendor for a long time. The only downside is the daily time limit, otherwise I could probably conquer the entire Barkley in a few months. The main storyline hasn't started yet, so I can only do some small tasks for the mayor each day, like following Barkley's army to kill pirates. I've managed to save up a considerable amount of money, and by buying various goods and loot, I've accumulated nearly 10,000 denars. Adding that to the Swordwind Coins I already had, which I converted into denars in my inventory, I now have over 30 gold coins.

It's a pity that there aren't any good units worth bringing to the world of Berserk. After all, he only has a few small Karami that he can use right now, and it's not suitable to summon soldiers in Pendor at this special time.