I Became a Wendigo in a Fantasy World

63 – Episode 63

While the battlefield was being cleared, the Wendigo was sitting on a makeshift ice throne and watching the prisoners.

After all, since the big fight was over, there was nothing to do.

It was the responsibility of the warriors to not only clean up the battlefield but also to collect loot, and it was the responsibility of the forest people and shamans who volunteered to treat and move the wounded.

But when she went back to the temple and slept, it seemed like that wasn’t the case…

Geron, who was worse than him, made a suggestion to the Wendigo with a troubled expression.

“How about taking these guys to the temple? I don’t think the spirit can’t rest because of the prisoners.”

The other warriors also nodded and agreed with Geron’s opinion. Honestly, there was no reason for the Wendigo to take on such a task.

If you just tell us the conditions you want, all you have to do is persuade them with a sword and a spear…

‘Only the spirit suffers because of the dogs.’

‘Can’t I just cut off an arm and threaten him?’

No matter how many warriors found peace under the Wendigo, they could not completely abandon the life they had built so far.

Isn’t it sometimes easier to resolve issues with violence rather than words?

As her warriors slowly raised their hands to their weapons and glared at them, the captives who were writing down her mission while observing the Wendigo’s thoughts became thoughtful.

She felt afraid that if she made a mistake, she might end up writing a will instead of a war letter.

But the Wendigo shook her head despite the advice of Geron and her warriors.

“There are people living not only in the village but also in the temple. I don’t want to take these vicious guys to a place like that.”

“Would forest people and nomads who grew up in harsh environments be afraid of guys like that?”

Geron looked at the prisoners with a cold expression and persuaded the Wendigo. She honestly wasn’t wrong.

Wendigo’s men, who had been trained by the most fearful hunger and cold in her world, could not have been feared no matter how fierce the warriors were.

“Gueron is right. Those guys will definitely lose even if they fight my wife.”

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“Is there a need to go to her wife? I’m sure the youngest in our family will win even if she fights.”

“The youngest child in your family is already grown up and is a bowman.. Eup!?”

“Shut up.”

In an instant, the captives, who had been reduced to trash that even women and children could not overcome, trembled with anger.

It was an insult the chiefs and shamans, who made the tribe’s warriors tremble with just a look, had never heard in their lives.

Finally, one of the chiefs could not stand it any longer and threw his charcoal on the floor and jumped up.

Uva, the chief of the Celtivar tribe, pointed a finger at Geron and screamed.

“This bastard… If it weren’t for the spirits in the first place, barbarians like you wouldn’t have been able to fight us!”

“Why are you blaming us for not being chosen by the spirits? And what about barbarians? You guys would be called barbarians by the Empire in the same way.”

“Shut up! Seeing that you joined hands with barbarians like you, I can see the level of spirit you serve. No, I knew it from the time you pettyly called out your betrayal!”

“… You’re so good at using your tongue that the spirit doesn’t tell you to.”

Geron, who calmly spat out harsh words, put his hand on his sword and glared at Uva as if he were going to kill him when he insulted the Wendigo.

But Uva, who had already given up half of his life, didn’t care about that. Uva, whose head was covered in blood, did not stop his provocation.

“The guy hiding behind the spirit and talking loudly is talking a lot. If I had a sword, I would have butchered you!”

“hehehehe… Did Geron look that funny?”

I flinch.

When the Wendigo intervened, Uva hesitated. No matter how angry she was, she couldn’t help being afraid of the Wendigo.

The Wendigo looked at Geron. Geron replied that she let the Wendigo fight with her eyes.

The Wendigo nodded her head and said.

“It looks like Geron wants to fight. Give him his weapon back. If his wish is to die, there’s no reason to stop him.”

“I will cut off his head and offer it to the spirits.”

Geron expressed his gratitude with gratitude and loyalty.

Is there anyone more worthy of loyalty than a superior who understands the feelings of a subordinate even without saying anything?

It was clear that the spirit gave his permission after seeing the look in his eyes.

‘When I smelled it, I was quite angry. It wouldn’t matter if at least one prisoner died.’

… Sometimes there were superiors who could read minds not through bond but through ability.

After receiving the weapon back, Uva looked around with a bewildered expression. The warriors looked at me with disapproving expressions, but they seemed to have no intention of getting involved in the fight.

Uba, who woke up in the middle of the night, thought that maybe now was his chance.

‘This is an opportunity. A great opportunity to impress the spirits! If I defeat him here, the spirit might take me in!’

Uba burned up his fighting spirit, not knowing that if something like that happened, the Wendigo would really turn him alive into a tree.

Uva rushed at Geron, swinging a huge great sword.

If you were a middle-aged man with white hair, you wouldn’t even be able to block his great sword and it would be cut in half!

“Die!”

Geron drew his sword like lightning and struck his great sword. He swung it with one hand, but the incredibly powerful force distorted the great sword’s trajectory.

Uva, who had no idea that Geron’s power would be this strong, tried to change the direction of the great sword by overworking his muscles, but it was no use.

“Have you insulted the spirit to this extent? Please die and be forgiven for your sins.”

“Sleep, wait!”

He caught Geron’s swinging sword with just his wrist and swung it vertically. Uva, who sensed that it was too late, placed a glimmer of hope in his armor.

The chain armor looted from the Empire was made of strong steel, and the bearskin worn over it was very tough…

Shut up!

“Wow!”

The wooden sword given by the Wendigo cut through the chains and leather in one go, and the sword cut into Uba’s heart and lungs.

The sword fell with a loud sound, and Uva’s form collapsed. Geron looked down at his body indifferently and gave orders to his warriors.

“This is not something worth showing to the spirit. Get rid of this body quickly.”

“Yes!”

The warriors dragged the corpses. The prisoners who were writing the war report slowly turned their heads and looked at the corpse.

… And I was scared when I saw the warrior throwing the body to the wolves.

‘You must never offend someone.’

‘It’s impossible to win the spirit’s favor with nonsense like that.’

Those who had similar thoughts to Uva gave up their thoughts and quickly wrote a war letter.

She thought that if the wendigo got upset, she might throw them as food to the wolves.

No, maybe I would be eaten by a spirit rather than a wolf.

Didn’t Gelmir, who they were following immediately, get eaten (bite to death, not eat) when he lost the fight?

The Wendigo nodded her head as the prisoners quickly began writing down the war report.

‘I should have started from the beginning by killing one.’

One by one, prisoners who had finished writing the war documents began to appear. But no one came forward quickly.

I thought that I might get caught and have my head blown off.

However, not everyone was like that.

Valken, the chief of the Leffrn tribe and the red fox beast, cunningly bent his waist and approached the Wendigo.

The warriors stopped him with spear knives, but Valken bowed even further and did not show any sign of displeasure.

“Spirit. As you commanded, I have written down all those who have the right to succeed.”

“Hmm…”

As the Wendigo picked up the letter with her claws, Valken secretly smiled slyly.

At first, they were confused when the spirit discussed succession rights, but most of the captives immediately realized what the Wendigo wanted.

They are trying to hand over their power to someone who suits their taste.

While most of the prisoners were hesitant about having to hand over power, Balken changed his mind.

‘How much does the spirit know about my tribe anyway?’

Balken had two wives and three concubines. Of course he had that many children.

To put it another way, it meant that there was a rush of successors, that is, those with the right to inherit.

Valken wrote down the most incompetent and stupid people among them and handed over the letter to Wendigo.

I was confident that I could cut off the heads of those guys and get my tribe back.

Of course, it is truly sad to have to cut off your child… But isn’t it sometimes necessary to be heartless for the greater good?

‘It’s no use calling a warrior and asking him. ‘There’s no way they know the complex inheritance issues of those in power.’

“Are they all the ones listed here?”

“Of course. How can I, who has risked my life, disobey the spirit’s words?”

Valken answered as pitifully as he could, with his unique beady eyes shining pitifully. He had the kind of servility that only a chief better at political quality than strength could show.

The Wendigo looked at Valken for a moment and then opened her mouth.

“Get up.”

“How can I stand before the spirit? I will continue to kneel.”

“Then stay like that.”

“?”

Valken was taken aback by the words that were different from what he had expected, but he did not show any signs of servility. If he was a spirit in the first place, it was natural for him to have an eccentric personality.

If I keep kneeling like this and avoid this situation…

“Warriors, hit that liar hard.”

“Huh? What is that… Wow!”

“Shut up! How dare you try to trick the spirit!”

When the Wendigo gave the order, the warriors attacked Valken without even asking why.

Valken was confused as he was hit by the warriors’ strong kicks.

‘Has my trick been discovered?!’

It couldn’t have been that way.

How on earth could a spirit understand the complicated situation of the tribe?

The Wendigo indifferently asked Valken, who was being beaten by her.

“I will ask again: How many successors will there be?”

“Sorry! I forgot and wrote down one person. That’s seven!”

“It’s a lie. Hit harder.”

“Yes!”

At the command to hit harder, the warriors became excited and broke tree branches from the forest. The sturdy and heavy tree branches were less dangerous than weapons, but they were powerful enough.

As the skin burst and tore, Valken continued to scream, begging for forgiveness.

“I committed a mortal sin! Not seven, but eight…”

“That’s a lie.”

“Saeng, I remembered! Choi, I recently gave birth to nine children. There are nine!”

“Do you have any hobbies that suit you? It would be better to just be honest.”

As the sound of bones breaking and cries echoed through the forest, the prisoners turned pale and looked at Valken and the Wendigo.

After all, a spirit was a spirit. Unless you’re a crazy person, there’s no way you wouldn’t have revealed the truth after being beaten like that, but you keep ordering me to be beaten!

The truth was that Valken was lying, but there was no way the prisoners knew that.

Valken, who really thought he was going to die like this, told the truth with difficulty through his swollen mouth.

Of course, that eccentric spirit would say it was a lie…

“Fifteen… Fifteen. Really… Fifteen.”

“There were three more? He’s finally telling the truth. Stop beating him and give him back the charcoal and parchment.”

“!”

The warriors retreated at the Wendigo’s command, but Valken looked at the Wendigo with a bewildered expression.

“How on earth…?”

“Did you think lying would work on me? That’s foolish. If you don’t want to die, go back quickly and finish writing it down.”

As Valken was dragged away, the Wendigo clicked her tongue and scratched what was believed to be her nose.

‘It’s really hard to judge by smell.’

The Wendigo complained to herself. It was quite unbearable to smell the bad smell every time Valken lied.

‘Then I will tell the truth a long time ago.’

Still, by setting an example, it was clear that the number of people who would commit such tricks would definitely decrease.

How many people are carrying out tricks when their lives were at stake in the first place…

“Hey, over there…”

“Did you write everything down?”

“Well, that’s it.”

The Wendigo was puzzled as one captive, sweating coldly, carefully raised her hand.

If she didn’t write it all down, why did she raise her hand?

“Bang, I just remembered another successor. Can’t I get a new parchment?”

“Me too! Please have mercy just once!”

“Please have mercy!”

“……”

Others also raised their hands and urgently begged for mercy due to the courage(?) Of one prisoner.

Of course, the prisoners’ hardened hair didn’t suddenly become soft…

‘These guys always exceed my imagination.’

“… Give them new parchment.”

“Why don’t you beat me up a bit?”

When Geron, who had read the Wendigo’s thoughts, made a suggestion, he unconsciously nodded her head. She realized this, but the Wendigo did not reverse her command.

When Geron gave permission, the warriors ran out with their eyes shining, striking, hitting, and kicking the prisoners.

The wendigo recalled her old words with the cries of the tricksters in the background.

‘As expected, a beating is good for crazy people.’

I love peace, but sometimes this method is more effective.