Berserk: The Prophet

“My name is Osman, and I’m a Vanskerry warrior, their squad leader,” the pirate who answered replied, immediately receiving glares from the other two. But they couldn’t care less at the moment, focusing only on cooking.

"I can't believe you're so young and already with the Warriors?" Green looked Osman up and down. Osman looked to be under twenty and only about 1.7 meters tall.

"Uh, hehe, I've always been strong since I was a kid!"

[Vanscare Warrior Osman: Strength 26, Agility 16, Intelligence 9, Charisma 9. Special Skills: Iron Bones 7, Powerful Strike, Powerful Bow, and Running Weapon Mastery 6 each, Riding 5, Mounted Archery 7, Tactics 6, Leadership 3 (can serve as a ten-man commander), Weapon Proficiency: 250 points in all weapons except firearms]

Goodness, if it really came down to a fight, I might not be able to win in pure foot combat.

"Hmm, not bad. From now on, you'll work for me."

"No problem, but I want 54 dinars a week!"

"can."

"Hehe, boss, that's great! Let me introduce these two. Peli is a raider, and Drai is a pirate..." Osman introduced his companions and what had happened to them.

"...Hmm, then why didn't you have any weapons when you encountered us?"

"Well, it's a long story. We originally landed in Barkley with the rest of the group, but our mission was to protect the island's king's daughter. Unfortunately, we heard she was captured by someone, someone who's been quite famous in Barkley lately..."

Green thought to himself, "Could it be such a coincidence?"

"But we were on a reconnaissance mission at the time, which is why the higher-ups tied three of us to their positions as scapegoats. It was really unlucky. They were just about to take us back to the island lord to deal with when they set their sights on a village and planned to raid it. But they didn't expect to be surrounded by Barkley's army."

"We originally planned to escape in the chaos, but we were worried that the remaining tribesmen would come after us, so we struggled to untie the ropes and planned to sneak a peek at the battlefield, and then... and then we met you, boss."

"I see, so now... you can't even go home, is that right?"

"Sigh, yeah..."

After chatting for a while and agreeing on their weekly wages, the three of them officially joined Green's team. After a short rest after the meal, they went to the street to buy and sell equipment. Although following the army, they didn't pick up any particularly good loot, but something was better than nothing. They sold 369 denars, and the better axes and shields were given to the Vanscare trio.

Ali was officially promoted to a Pande militiaman, and the bandit also reached the level of a mercenary swordsman. It cost a total of 20 dinars to upgrade, and the salary was increased to 5 dinars and 10 dinars per week, respectively.

When they reunited, Grimm had already taken out the Imperial Greatsword and the gray steed from the deserted alley. The items produced by the system were really good. Leading the tall horse and carrying the brand-new equipment on his back, Grimm couldn't help but hum a little tune.

This is like a boy who loves playing basketball in his past life getting a pair of Air Jordan shoes. He feels a pang of regret but is also very happy, and he wants to cherish them like treasures. Swords and horses also need time to be maintained. In a great mood, Green is ready to take his men for a ride outside the city.

"Wow, boss, you must have spent a lot of money on this horse! Its coat is so shiny, there isn't a single stray hair!"

"of course!"

"Wow, that greatsword is so cool! Can you really lift it?"

"Let me try! Let me try!"

As soon as Green arrived, he was surrounded by several of his men, all looking at him with admiration. Green's proud expression made it seem as if his nose was about to grow as long as Pinocchio's, and his confidence was bursting.

Green generously handed the sword to them to play with; ah, men's happiness is so simple.

"Wow, it's so hard to swing!"

The bandit who had just been promoted to a mercenary swordsman tried to pick it up after Green let go, only to find that he couldn't even lift it. Ali could only barely hold it in his hand, let alone swing it.

Only those three Vanskellites who had been fierce since childhood could wield it.

"Sure, boss. It's a bit heavy for the few of us to carry, but the axe is more suitable for us."

"Let's go for a drive outside the city and see how my new horse runs!"

"Walk!!"

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

As expected, you can't catch thieves, robbers, or wild monsters every day. The field of vision is too small, and you can't go too far. For two days in a row, we didn't see any criminals.

Until the early morning, Green, riding on his horse, saw two cavalrymen in black armor and red shields, and four men in black robes, who were driving about 10 prisoners with sticks.

This equipment looks so familiar. Green closed his eyes, entered a meditative state, and raised his field of vision. The map within his field of vision showed the six people who were being kidnapped as sacrifices—the heretics!

Only two mighty warriors posed a real threat. Why not take them on? There are two Vanskellians with over 20 throwing axes and spears; they'll surely be killed.

"Men, we've got work to do!!"

"Whoa!! I'm going to use their skulls as bowls!! Uh, no, I mean, steal more things..." Osman couldn't shake off the fishy smell of the Vanskerry people anytime soon, and didn't know what to say.

Green sighed and led his gang of followers toward the heretics.

"Another one trying to be a sacrifice!!" The two mighty warriors drew their spiked maces from their waists.

"For the goddess of justice, Astalia!!"

Grimm drew the Imperial Greatsword from his back and fearlessly confronted the two mighty warriors.

"Bang!" "Clang!"

The Imperial Greatsword struck the shield of one of the Mighty Warriors, and then deflected the weapon of another Mighty Warrior.

On the battlefield, you only need to do three things: first, never stop; second, keep a close eye on those aiming at you; and third, watch your back!

Green rode his horse past the two of them and slashed his greatsword fiercely at the head of a heretic follower dressed in black robes.

"Swish"

As the mangled head flew to the ground, a system notification sounded in my ear: [62 damage dealt to the opponent; heretic follower killed; 93 experience points gained]

"damn it!"

Seeing the situation was dire, the other three hurriedly sped up the loading of their crossbow bolts, but no matter how fast they went, they couldn't outrun Grin's sword. The horse's hooves trampled one of the heretical followers to the ground, and the greatsword plunged fiercely into the throat of another follower.

"Hah..." [Here comes 93 experience points, having killed a heretic follower.]

Meanwhile, the two Mighty Warriors were entangled by Osman and his men. Their helmets were still fitted with throwing axes. After they collided with Perry, their warhorses neighed. As Osman's battle axe fell, the Mighty Warrior screamed and fell off his horse, being hacked to pieces. The other one was no exception; he was dismounted by Lydra and brutally hacked into a bloody pulp.