Berserk: The Prophet

Green also beheaded the last heretic follower, blood dripping from the tip of his sword, the gleaming blade still steaming.

"Haha!" "Whoa!!" "Yay!"

As the Vanscare trio celebrated their victory with their cocky swagger, they immediately and nimbly began stripping off their gear.

"Tsk tsk tsk, it got accidentally cut in half, it's all dented and can't be worn anymore, I can only sell it as scrap metal..."

"Hehehe, this shield is pretty good!"

"Ah, this helmet is good, and there's one that isn't dented. Let's see how it looks on me. Hmm? Why is it so dark outside?" Osman put on the giant helmet, his voice muffled as he spoke from inside.

"Boom"

"Hahaha, because you wore it backwards, you idiot!" The Vanscare trio started their usual banter, tapping Osman's helmet and making him dizzy.

Green grinned at the three of them for a moment before turning around and cutting the ropes binding the prisoners.

"Thank you, but I have nowhere to go right now. Can I join your team?"

The person who initiated the conversation with Green was a woman. A glance at the system notification revealed that she was a female cavalryman, still wearing her equipment, suggesting she had only recently been captured.

"Of course! Welcome to the team."

"Okay! Thank you. Let me introduce myself. My name is Sanna, a female cavalryman who left her hometown to embark on an adventure, but I got separated from my adventure party."

“Hello, Sister Sanna, my name is Green, and I’m from Port Tulai.” Green extended his right hand in a friendly manner.

"Oh! So you're Green, the boy from Port Tulai. I've heard of you. You're quite something." Sanna extended her right hand, and the two shook hands.

"Let me join you! My name is Wolf, and I'm a mercenary warrior. My employer suffered a defeat, so hire me. You'll save money by not hiring me at the tavern. We hire people starting at two hundred denars each!!"

"Hello, Wolf, welcome to the team."

"Haha! Good lad, seeing is believing!" The two laughed and bumped fists.

“We are pilgrims and monks from the nearby church. I think this must be the guidance of the goddess of justice, Astalia, that has brought us back to the light from our dark prison. We join you, Grin.”

“No problem! By the grace of the goddess of justice, Astalia, our meeting is guided by the goddess of fate.” The three placed their right fists on their left chests and bowed to each other reverently.

"...The three of us are soldiers from the Lion Realm of the continent of Pendor. Because our families are gone and no one can redeem us, and we were defeated in battle, we were abandoned by the king and transported to this continent by the Red Brotherhood to be used as laborers...If possible, we would like to join you."

The three men dressed in red looked like they hadn't had a proper meal in a long time, and their armor was tattered and in need of repair. The man who spoke carefully examined Gri, and it must have been his eyes playing tricks on him, because he thought the child looked a lot like the stone statue that stood atop Lion City, the old king of Ancient Pande, Kavala, a man rumored to have the blood of a hero.

"No problem, but you'll have to take care of the equipment yourselves."

The equipment of the prisoners who were completely abandoned would be stripped off, but it was clear that the equipment of these three was attacked by the heretics before the Red Brotherhood could strip it off. Although the equipment was a bit tattered, it could still be used after some repairs.

"Of course, although we are just a defeated army, we were once an elite force. Let's make do with what we have on the ground for now. Once we get to the battlefield, I'm sure we'll get some very suitable equipment."

"No problem, welcome to the team."

Looking at the system's notification panel, Green saw a Lion Realm halberdier, a Lion Realm armed infantryman, and a Lion Realm armored longbowman. Finally, there was a professional archer. Perhaps he could sometimes learn some archery skills from him.

"damn it..."

Finally, it was the last person's turn, but unexpectedly, the voice sounded familiar, and the clothes looked familiar too.

"Ah...it's you again..." Green couldn't help but exclaim.

"Tch...Do you think I wanted to run into you?" The dark-skinned female bandit sat in the snow, looking at Green with disdain.

"Oh... I'm off then. Good luck, bye-bye!" Green turned and prepared to leave on horseback.

"Hey!! Don't go! Someone untie me, honestly... don't be so petty."

"Hey! Okay, I admit I was a bit rude, I was wrong, okay?" Seeing that no one was turning around to help her, the female bandit couldn't help but get a little anxious.

"Tsk, you're not going to join my team, why should I save you? Would I want to cause trouble for the people?"

"Ah... I will join you, otherwise the wind god Hafsigra will not forgive my soul. Please untie me."

Green shrugged and reluctantly cut the ropes binding her.

"Welcome, but please stop bothering my ears."

"Tch, my name is Akasha. From now on, you're my boss. Remember to pay your weekly wages on time, or even the wind god Hafsigra can't stop me from using your skull as decoration." Akasha was still the same as always.

"Ah, I really hope my wallet stays bulging forever." Green rolled his eyes and prepared to spur his horse and leave with his newly recruited henchmen, having packed up their spoils.

"...Uh, the Germanic helmet suits us better. We might as well sell this one! It's all black when we wear it. I really don't understand these mainlanders."

The Vanscare trio had finished examining the giant helmet and were considering selling it. Since they had already collected all the spoils of war and even kept some trinkets for themselves, they tossed a money bag to Green as he approached.

"283 dinars seized, boss!"

"not bad."

Green caught the money bag, weighed it in his hand, and then put it in his pocket. As for the spoils of war, he naturally left them to his men to take, planning to lead a few people back to the city to sell them.

.........

"Tap Tap"

Suddenly, four escaped convict leaders and their rogue entourage appeared on horseback on the road ahead.

"Hehehe, and then let me see what we ran into? A bunch of little brats with their spoils! Hahaha."

"Hahaha."

A scattered group of about twenty forest bandits emerged from the woods, mocking Green and his companions.

"Tch, just a bunch of little bastards. Bandits like you should just die and be reborn sooner." Green retorted with a disdainful look.

"You ungrateful wretch, you've fired arrows!!" *Whoosh whoosh whoosh*

At the command of the fugitive leader, several bandits and thieves drew their rather clumsy bows and began firing wildly.

"Raise your shields!!"