The Grand Mudang Saga [Path of the Shaman]

Episode 475

The land of the northern grassland bordering the central plain.

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A soft wind swept through the yellow reeds that grew widely on the plain.

Sseuseuk.

Han Moo-hwa, an old man who stopped in the center of the reed while cutting it in half, gazed at the south of Jungwon with his long beard waving.

A middle-aged man, Cheon-lip, spoke anxiously among the black-tipped warriors who followed for a long time without saying a word.

“Lord Daegung, the wind is blowing.”

“…”

Was it because of his words?

Han Moo-hwa stopped brushing the reed flowers.

“The midfield is right in front of you.”

“….”

Chunlip waited for the next words in silence.

“Isn’t it a truly peaceful place? It’s so different from our lives where we have to worry about tomorrow right now and have plundered other people’s things to survive. It’s leisurely and warm… Even if you take your time right now, there’s plenty of food to eat tomorrow.”

Moo-Hwa Han suddenly picked up a reed flower that touched her hand, brought it to her mouth, and chewed it.

It was stuffy, but it tasted warm, probably because it had been soaked in the sun despite the strong wind.

“It’s a nice place.”

“….”

“But do you know where we are standing now?”

How can you not know?

The reason why they started attacking the midfield and chose this place as a bridgehead.

However, Cheonlip did not answer this time either.

It was because he didn’t want to disturb Han Moo-hwa’s appreciation, and he didn’t want to hear the answer either.

“This windy and beautiful land is called Cold Mountain, which used to be full of corpses. That Mr. Zhu chased after my grandfather’s grandfather and killed them mercilessly.”

“…”

“It’s really funny how many years.”

Han Moo-hwa’s fierce eyes sank infinitely cold like the frozen snowfield.

“A hundred years have passed, and now even if you dig up the ground, not a single bone fragment will come out. It became such a cozy reed field…”

Saga-gak. Fighting.

Moo-Hwa Han tore out a handful of reeds.

“Those who put on red towels and tried to establish their will together covered the ugly past with peaceful times. Drive us to that poor place…”

A deep resentment added to the coldness of youth in his eyes.

“I, who inherited the will of the Hong Tun, will never forgive them.”

“….”

Han Moo-hwa, who was contemplating the words filled with remorse and anger, looked back at Cheon-lip and asked.

“How is the situation going with Cheonlip?”

“The advance forces that have arrived in Shanxi and Shaanxi are continuing fierce battles. However, Muhyang of Woldo, who was on the advance team, died.”

“he?”

Han Moo-hwa’s brow twisted slightly.

Unlike Amhyang, which will be used and discarded, Muhyang, a ten strong man, is the core force of the palace led by Han Moo-hwa.

Compared to the four princesses who had already become deceased, they lacked skills, but they were able to compete with the strong players in the midfield.

In particular, Muhyang of Woldo was one of the masters recognized by Han Moo-hwa among them.

“It is a painful loss. However, it is war. There can be no damage.”

“…”

“Xinjiang?”

“It’s causing damage with amphibians, but there’s not much fuss.”

“Isn’t there a lot of fuss?”

“yes. Ever since Bukridocheon was damaged, everyone who crosses the border has been annihilated.”

“You mean they even killed the refugees?”

“yes.”

“Does it really have to be like the Demonic Cult? However, that’s enough. Continue to inject Amhyang. It should be possible to tie him and the Demonic Cult’s power there.”

“However, the whereabouts of the Shaman District Prosecutor have been mysterious since arriving in Hebei.”

“…”

“Because Haomen thoroughly blocks information on Hebei’s defense lines, it seems that it is difficult for Amhyang to get information about them disguised as refugees and sent into Central Plain.”

“Shaman…”

Han Moo-hwa’s eyes, biting her molars and twitching her eyes, went beyond anger and turned into madness.

A guru named Qingmu, who helped the Zhou clan drive them out a hundred years ago, and a guru named Jinmu, who succeeded in shattering the power of the palace.

The guru of the past had some recognition, but the guru of the present thoroughly destroyed themselves.

If it wasn’t for him, I would have conquered the central plains much more leisurely than now

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“Five unscented are waiting for orders in their assigned places.”

“good night. Concentrate the power of Amhyang and Hong Tun more in Shaanxi and Shanxi.”

“The damage that should be suffered by those who should be the people of the new world…” When

Cheon Lip looked at his eyes and said cautiously, Mu-hwa Han looked at him with a cool look.

“Chunlip, don’t sound weak. There is no back for us.”

“…”

“People? Heung Those who only know how to adapt like pigs and dogs to whoever becomes powerful are nothing but consumables for you and me and the lineage of the sky. Rather, it will be honorably remembered by death, isn’t it a better thing?”

“….”

Han Moo-hwa talks about the bloodline of the sky.

It refers to the descendants of those who left Jungwon early and became the foundation of the palace.

Not just those who were dragged here and there, but those who united and built the palace out of revenge against Jungwon.

They were the ones who are now called warriors in the palace.

“Push further. no matter how many die As soon as all eyes are on Shaanxi and Shanxi, and Jinmu appears there, we will throw all our strength into Hebei, destroy the Forbidden City, and end this war.”

“…Ah, I see.”

Chunlip bowed his head deeply.

Moohwa Han looked at the reed flower she was holding in her hand.

A reed that grew up eating the corpses of people who died in the slaughter of the past.

How is it different from the people living in this country now?

They are enjoying peace without even knowing that the source is in the bodies of those who died of resentment…

“Mrs. Zhu… Shaman… I, who inherited the will of Hong Geon, will surely punish you guys.”

Heat rose from Han Moo-hwa’s hand.

Fire.

The fire of sammae extinguishing that started in his hand burned the reed flower in his hand and gradually spread and became a wildfire.

The flames, carried by the wind and spreading at a frightening speed, spread all over the reed fields, and acrid smoke rose from all sides.

In the midst of the thick smoke, Han Moo-hwa laughed viciously like an evil spirit driving the world into despair.

* * *

Those who ran swiftly through the dense forest were Jinmu and the Iron Swordsman, who had left the defensive camp in Hebuk.

The sound of the wind was all that leaked out to them as they ran without breaking a single tree branch, even though there were hundreds of them.

“God!”

Just when he reached the point where he could see the edge of the forest, Hwangshin with his ears pricked up urgently called for Jinmu, who was running vigorously in the lead.

“Enemy movement is detected in front.”

“…”

At the Hwangshin’s report, Jinmu looked ahead.

A wasteland located at the far end of the forest.

You can see the cliff that touches the sky.

There was nothing immediately visible, but there was no way that the emperor’s hearing was wrong.

“Everyone scatter and hide!”

“…”

It was a low command, but the actions were in perfect order.

The Iron Swordsman, who stopped running, split into groups and scattered in all directions, covering their backs with the bloody clothes on their backs, and disappearing as if assimilating into the color of the forest.

Jinmu, who was watching the forest with sharp eyes in the silence where even the sound of the wind had disappeared, gave a short command.

“Extinguish the emperor! Follow me!”

Talk Shuaaaak!

Jinmu, who lowered his posture, moved like a snake through the trees with the sound of his footsteps muted, and Hwangsin and Gakchul followed suit.

Jinmu, who quickly approached the edge of the forest using trees and rocks located here and there as cover, stopped moving and opened his spirits.

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After the Taegeuk was formed, the sense of secret that the opponent couldn’t feel expanded in an instant, and the entire forest settled down as if it were imprinted in Jinmu’s head.

A tree rock… and an alien aura.

Two on the left, one on the right…

scouting.

As expected, they laid their eyes on them.

Since there are only three energy I can feel, the main unit must be hiding under the cliff.

Even the emperor with good hearing could not figure out the size of the enemy in detail.

Hani had to take a look before a full-fledged battle by the Iron Sword Team took place.

In that case, it would be better to pluck out their eyes and blind them.

[Take care of the Emperor silently. Capture one of them alive.]

Upon hearing Jinmu’s transmission, Hwangsin and Gakchul set their goals and melted into the forest hiding their presence.

Now wait a minute.

If it’s the Emperor and the Executioner, it’s strong enough to deal with most enemies, and if it’s their stealth skills, there’s no way they’ll get caught in the eyes of that level.

* * *

“It’s quiet.”

“I mean.”

Two red-turban men hiding near the cliff were talking while occasionally glancing southward.

A slightly skinny man with a sharp impression and a face round like a full moon.

“They say the battle is going on in the west of the island.”

“Shhh, if I had been assigned to that side, I would have tasted the blood of the midfielders. Even though this is free, it is so free that it makes me drowsy.”

The round-faced man wrinkled his cheeks, and the skinny man grinned.

“I can’t help it. Didn’t the Grand Palace lord order you to wait yet?”

“What are you so worried about? I think I can wipe them out enough with the power that is on standby in Hebei right now. Power is also power, but aren’t there five unscented adults on standby?”

As the round-faced man grumbled, the skinny man shook his head.

“Perhaps it’s because of a guy called Shaman District Sword.”

“Hey, that kind of guru guy.”

“Who is this bastard talking to?”

“…what?”

“huh?”

The round-faced man who had been laughing at Jinmu suddenly looked at the skinny man with a puzzled expression.

“Didn’t you say something just now?”

“What are you talking about?”

“No… obviously… quite an insult…”

The round-faced man tilted his head and blinked his eyes.

Just in case, I took a closer look at the surroundings and detected signs, but there were only the two of them here.

“Did I hear… wrong?”

“One blush…well, it deserves it. I’ve been carrying out scouting missions for several days already, and sometimes I hear hallucinations too.”

“Is that so?”

“Am I must have mistakenly heard the rustling of branches in the wind.”

The round face that had been nodding at the skinny man with a smirk as if it wasn’t a big deal suddenly hardened.

“uh?”

“huh?”

“You… on that neck…”

“…?”

The thin man with a puzzled expression on the round-faced horse touched his neck with his hand.

And…

Fuhak!

A stream of blood suddenly gushed over his round face.

“Look at this man!”

The skinny man collapsed as soon as he opened his eyes, before realizing what had happened to him.

Then, in front of the flustered round face, a dwarf and pretty-looking boy appeared.

“Does this fucking bastard know who he is and carelessly pay for it? I’m going to pull the ink out of my eyes and hit Maenangukjuk.”

“…!”

The round face was frightened at the appearance of Hwangshin, who appeared while using the swear words he had learned from Dang Se-ryeong in a timely manner, and bit the flute he took out of his bosom into his mouth.

Few!

Ssssss.

But the flute did not resonate.

It was after the Hwangshin’s awl had already made a hole in his neck and escaped.