Chapter 137 Mountain of Sabres, Forest of Swords (6)

Crockta looked up at the night sky. It was the eve of the full moon. It had been several days since he first gave Kenzo the mission.

Tiyo and Anor had finished their sightseeing tour of Quantes and all the preparations were finished. They were leaving Quantes tomorrow. After leaving Quantes and Maillard, they were thinking of going to the southern part of the continent where Tiyos father was. It was also the place where the Heaven and Earth Clan was based, and they were one of Crocktas targets.

He heard that the Heaven and Earth Clan might be related to his enemy, the Thawing Balhae Clan. Therefore, they would decide on their next move after purchasing information from Maillards Information Guild.

Apart from that, he also didnt like the person called Choi Hansung. Someone needed to put a stop to the war he perpetrated. If he refused, Choi Hansung would get to see Crocktas Ogre Slayer.

As he thought about the future, he noticed something moving in the darkness. Crockta turned his head and said, You came.

It was Kenzo.

Crockta grinned. Kenzos appearance made it obvious as to what he had done. Kenzo was covered in blood. That wasnt all. Crockta could feel something in him that wasnt there before.

You have reached the Pinnacle.

Kenzos atmosphere was different now. Now that he reached the early realm of the Pinnacle, he couldnt be compared to other high-level users. The realm of the Pinnacle was for those who realized the true value of Elder Lord. It was a rating that only a few of the strongest, often called rankers, reached.

Yes, Ive reached the Pinnacle.

Kenzos voice was tired. He attacked the moneylenders infecting Quantes day and night. He didnt bother with tools. He killed them when they were alive, then again when they reconnected. He continued to kill.

Due to Kenzos persistent pursuit, the users eventually gave up and withdrew from Quantes. Kenzo lunged a sword in their leaving backs to stop them from ever considering coming back to Quantes.

That wasnt the only realization.

His emotions had been shaken as he watched the NPCs being persecuted, causing his assimilation rate to rise sharply. Only then was he able to reach the Pinnacle. At the same time, he realized something else.

He made a decision: if a wicked person ever appeared in front of him, regardless of whether they were an NPC or a user, he would raise his sword.

That

They were people.

Crockta smiled. When Kenzo first said he wanted to help others, Crockta smelled something from him. Kenzo had fulfilled Crocktas expectations. Now he would do what he believed.

Crockta asked, Yes, did I help you?

Kenzo bowed his head and replied, Yes. It is thanks to Crockta.

Then listen to my condition.

Of course.

If he reached this ground, he was supposed to listen to what Crockta wanted. Kenzo was nervous. He didnt know what the condition would be. Crockta said it would be within a capable range, but it was still ambiguous. Maybe he would be faced with a difficult request. However, he also believed in Crockta.

My request is simple.

Crockta moved Ogre Slayer. Kenzo also glanced at his claymore. What did he want to do?

Crockta slowly moved his greatsword. It was slow. It wasnt the realm of the Pinnacle, but there was no shaking. Crocktas blade moved on a gentle curve. Kenzo watched from a distance.

He didnt move. At that moment. The blade touched his neck.

!

It was impossible. It was minor, but Kenzo got goose bumps as he realized the meaning. It was an attack beyond the level of speed. An area that he couldnt reach. It was the realm of miracles.

This

The next stage after the Pinnacle.

!

It means that the Pinnacle isnt the end.

After reaching the realm of the Pinnacle, he knew that there was something more. But this couldnt even be called that. The word impossible was all he could think.

Now I will tell you what I want.

It wasnt the end. Kenzo once again shook after hearing Crocktasn next words.

Do some good with that strength.

It was an unimaginable demand. Kenzo realized that Crockta was a much bigger man than he thought. Kenzo nodded. It felt like Crocktas eyes were penetrating inside him. Did Crockta know that Kenzo would stand in front of him with this mindset after taking care of the moneylenders?

Kenzo bowed his head. He could only say one thing, I understand.

For him, Crockta wasnt simply a person in the game. He was someone with a great spirit.

Kenzo said, I will pass your teachings onto other people. The realm of the Pinnacle, and what to use it for. Will you also let them know it?

Of course.

Kenzo would gather people. There were a variety of ways to play the game. There would be those who harassed NPCs for profit. That was the way they played. Therefore, they needed to take care of such villains. They would be good for NPCs and bad for users.

What was this? Anyway, a hero needed to have a coexistence of darkness and light.

Please make a name for the group, Kenzo requested. He wanted a name from Crockta. If they were to follow him, it seemed right that he give them a name.

The road that Kenzo walks will be long and full of blades. The path of pandemonium that not everyone can walk! Crockta declared, With that type of mindset, I will call it Mountain of Sabres, Forest of Swords.

Mountain of Sabres, Forest of Swords!

A cool name. The words were true. Last night, he had gone through the moneylenders. In the place where the moneylenders turned into white particles, only their weapons and equipment were left behind.

It really was a mountain of sabres, a forest of swords.

Those who follow you will be part of a Mountain of Sabres, Forest of Swords.

Kenzo looked at the red headband around Crocktas forehead. The red headband would be their symbol. This was the beginning of Mountain of Sabres, Forest of Swords, following Rehabilitation Brothers and Hes an Orc, yet still Praiseworthy. Unfortunately, the name Mountain of Sabres, Forest of Swords was unknown to most people.

The red headband was so intense that people just called them Red Headband

***

Did something good happen dot?

Kulkulkul. No. Kulkul.

Anor and Tiyo stared at the laughing Crockta. They were leaving Quantes and heading to Maillard. They planned to go through there towards the cities in the south. The party was riding the caruks that they obtained from the north. The caruks were slower than horses, but they had good endure and physical strength. They moved well even when carrying someone of Crocktas size.

Look at your expression. Tell me quickly. I want to know the good thing.

It is really nothing.

Then why do you look so bright?

Crockta was thinking about his meeting with Kenzo before leaving Quantes.

Kulkul.

Kenzo had punished the moneylenders brilliantly. Furthermore, he even reached the Pinnacle. Then he declared that he would make a group to follow Crockta. The name was Mountain of Sabres, Forest of Swords!

Crockta hadnt done much, but it was pleasing to see, just like a filial child. Now the name of Crockta would once again shake the world. If he logged out at this time, he could see what his fanclub Hes an Orc, yet still Praiseworthy was doing.

The fame that everyone desired! It was healing.

It is difficult to be famous. Kulkulkul!

He wondered if he would be stalked by some fans. Crockta worried about this alone.

I dont know what it is but Anor shook his head.

They rode steadily on the caruks and soon saw the sign for Maillard. They would soon arrive.

Maillard was a place containing the Information Guild and where Stella worked at the Blacksmith Company. In addition, there was the legend of the Rehabilitation Brothers who rehabilitated problematic users.

Crockta recalled his old memories and drove the caruk quickly. Suddenly, they were able to see a group of people. Their eyes met Crocktas party. Crockta greeted them respectfully first.

Hello. I am alive.

Ah, yes.

They gazed at Crockta, then checked Tiyo and Anors foreheads before looking unimpressed. They were users. Users didnt have much interest in NPCs. In particular, they were users on par with NPCs. As the level of the users increased, they became more arrogant.

They have a very cheap way of greeting peopled dot, Tiyo muttered. He talked to himself but everyone could hear him. The eyes of the users turned to him. Tiyo just shrugged.

The atmosphere became slightly tense. However, both sides didnt do anything else so there wasnt a conflict.

Put up with it. He looks like a kid.

Have you see them? I cant wait to catch those GB bastards.

Wait and watch. Stay still until we get instructions from Brother.

Crockta heard their conversation. They said GB, which was the abbreviation for Rehabilitation Brothers. It looked like a group that wasnt on good terms with them.

Hrmm

***

Crocktas group continued until they reached Maillard. They were able to reach Maillard, the great and beautiful city of the elves.

Anors eyes widened. If Quantes was a city built with the technical skills of the gnomes, Maillard was a large elf city. The buildings were in harmony with nature, and the form was so beautiful that it felt perfectly with Anors dark elf sensibilities. It was truly a city of elves, the cradle of elf users.

Anor wandered around with wide eyes and couldnt take his eyes off Maillard.

Isnt it cool?

Really great. Wow

Bah, this is nothing compared to Quantes.

They were able to easily enter because Maillard didnt have any restrictions on access. He was planning to leave after finding the Information Guild and Stella, so they werent going to stay long. But the atmosphere inside was strange.

To be exact, it was the atmosphere among the users.

?

Crockta was confused. The Maillard citizens were still the same. As inhabitants of Elder Lord, they were living their own lives.

By the way, the users with white stars on their foreheads were looking around and watching something. They were holding their weapons and seemed prepared to fight at any time. Some users stared at each other in a confrontational manner when passing by. A tight tension could be felt between the users.

Interesting, Crockta muttered.

What was happening in Maillard?

We will stay here tonight. Look around and come back again.

I understand dot.

Ill go explore!

Wait, lets go together dot!

Crockta headed towards the Information Guild first. He headed towards the darker part of the city, towards the streets lined with shabby pubs. He was coming back. It was the place where there were real men. The headquarters of Maillards Information Guild.

Kulkulkul, it is still a beautiful inverted triangle.

Crockta muttered as he looked at the sign for the pub. It was right there. The Where are my Brothers? pub!