Disciple of The Three Kings [EN]: Chapter 273

The Three Kings’ Disciple – 274

Volume 11, Chapter 24

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Clang!

A booming sound echoed.

Clang!

There were no more elaborate exchanges of techniques or strategic maneuvers.

Clang!

Another booming sound.

“Waaaaaaaah!”

And cheers erupted.

The heat in the plaza was at its peak.

Clang!

Each time a booming sound exploded.

“Waaaaaaaah!”

The cheers also erupted.

The heat was shimmering.

Hashman and Hasemin were engaged in battle.

The two of them were, quite literally.

“Haa.”

“Hoo!”

Covered in blood.

It was unclear when it had started.

After testing each other’s growth and newly acquired abilities, it seemed that the moment one side gained even a slight advantage in the strategic exchanges was the starting point.

Once that moment passed.

Clang!

The two were fighting like savage warriors.

Hashman had even dropped his prized glaive, now throwing punches.

Hasemin, in response, was also throwing punches without using his thunder techniques.

Fist met fist.

Clang!

A booming sound erupted.

At that moment, another fist moved, heading towards each other’s faces.

Clang!

Another booming sound erupted.

The crossed fists landed, distorting Hashman and Hasemin’s cheeks.

Ssshh!

Hashman, with Hasemin’s fist still embedded, was exhaling through his nose.

“Haa!”

Hasemin, having taken Hashman’s punch, was breathing heavily.

Hashman was one thing, but Hasemin’s fighting style was not usually like this.

Hasemin pursued a method that was exceptionally clean for a martial artist.

A method of thinking about the optimal path and the best outcome through numerous strategic exchanges.

As the head of the Hao Clan, who needed to be skilled in calculations, it was a natural fighting style for him.

Therefore, his fights were always clean.

Often, not a single drop of blood would be shed even after the fight ended.

Trickle.

But now, it was different.

“Haa!”

Hasemin, exhaling again, threw another punch.

Savage.

It was partly due to being influenced by the Black Orcs’ fighting spirit.

Sway!

But it was also because of the way he was releasing and exploding the emotions he had learned in the Beast Palace.

As if releasing what had been built up, Hasemin was exploding.

And the result was.

Clang!

An increase in combat power.

“I, Hashman, the Black Orc War Chief…!”

Hashman, having stepped back, shouted while exhaling through his nose.

“I acknowledge you!”

Hashman’s face seemed moved by the toughness.

Tilt!

Having shouted that, he slowly collapsed and fell.

“Haa. Haa.”

Hasemin was breathing heavily.

A flushed red face.

Blood flowed down, covering it.

Swoosh.

Hasemin slowly composed himself, wiping the blood from his face.

“Tough guy.”

At the voice he heard, Hasemin’s face flushed even more, as if he had just remembered his fight.

“Black Orc, Hao Clan Leader Hasemin wins.”

With Lee Ro-woon’s declaration, the first fight ended.

And the second fight followed, in the order of Kang Han-cheol, Lee Yong-jin, and Lee Shin-woo.

The patterns of the battles were all strangely similar.

They had all realized similar things, obtained similar things, and their opponents were also similar.

Clang!

The result was a battle of savagery and toughness.

Kang Han-cheol was already a fighter who needed no introduction, and Lee Yong-jin, the assassin, took advantage of his characteristics and momentum.

Saaa.

Rather, he chose a method of suppressing his emotions and becoming more composed.

The result was Kang Han-cheol’s victory, and a draw with Lee Yong-jin.

And then it was Lee Shin-woo’s turn.

Lee Shin-woo’s case was a bit different.

Unlike the others, he was not a martial artist, so he did not obtain the Beast Palace’s secret techniques or an increase in his realm.

However.

Whoosh!

The blue flames he produced were hotter and more intense than ever before.

That was the advantage that a player had.

The battle that had taken place in the black land.

That battle was more dangerous and significant than any battle Lee Shin-woo had experienced so far.

It was a battle in a place that he even thought was an SS-class gate [a very high-level dungeon], and there, Lee Shin-woo had defeated numerous black, slimy monsters.

And then he intervened in the battle against the black lion.

The price was….

[Your level has increased!]

A considerable number of level-ups.

In the past, when Lee Ro-woon was dragged to the volcano, Lee Shin-woo was the leader of the Blue Army, but he was only a ranker [a player with a high ranking].

Thanks to the advantage of his special job, he was stronger than others, but his level had not reached that of a high ranker.

However, after Lee Ro-woon was dragged away, Lee Shin-woo focused on leveling up with the determination to save him, and as a result, he reached the level of a high ranker in five years.

And now.

[Your level has increased!]

His level was increasing at a steeper rate than ever before.

That was it.

Whoosh!

A numerical value that represented the strength of a player.

There was nothing as absolute as that number.

Lee Shin-woo, who was now judged to have a level in the mid-tier among high rankers, was not only summoning dozens of will-o’-the-wisps at the same time, but also creating will-o’-the-wisps on his body, wearing them like armor.

Also, Lee Ro-woon’s teachings were meaningful to Lee Shin-woo.

Lee Shin-woo was not a martial artist, but.

‘Ro-woon is not just a martial artist either.’

Lee Ro-woon, who had almost reached the level of a high ranker before Lee Shin-woo.

Lee Ro-woon was also an existence who was more proficient in the power of players than anyone else through his special job as a coordinator.

Now, the results were beginning to show.

Ssshh!

One of the Black Orc War Chiefs, who was exhaling through his nose while engulfed in blue flames.

The moment the blazing flames disappeared with a pop.

Thud!

The war chief, who had been engulfed in flames, fell to one knee.

“Waaaaaaaah!”

Cheers and exclamations engulfed the entire Black Bao.

* * *

The finale was Lee Ro-woon.

All the remaining war chiefs, including Chilabaoh, attacked Lee Ro-woon together.

The Orcs, who were impressed by the previous battles, attacked Lee Ro-woon with their fists, and the result was Lee Ro-woon’s victory without shedding a single drop of blood.

It was an overwhelming result, but no one was disappointed.

Rather, they cheered and were enthusiastic.

It was also the moment when the fact that Lee Ro-woon was the true ruler of the Black Orcs was declared to the world.

Thus began the festival.

A ceremony to welcome the one who had returned, to bless the new one, and to swear allegiance to Lee Ro-woon.

“Ugh.”

Chilabaoh approached, holding his head.

Even though he had reached a high realm, it was foolish of him to have drunk so much that he was suffering from a hangover.

“Did you cough?”

At Chilabaoh’s words, Lee Ro-woon, who had been sitting cross-legged, quietly opened his eyes.

“Are you… okay?”

Chilabaoh said, as if he was dumbfounded.

The reason why Chilabaoh was suffering from such a hangover was because of Lee Ro-woon.

In the Black Orcs’ enthronement ceremony, the high priest must share everything with the king.

Also, in the Black Orcs’ enthronement ceremony.

-All the tribesmen must share a drink with the king.

In other words, he had shared a drink with the same number of Black Orcs.

In fact, if you look at the records of the time when the Black Orcs were most prosperous.

-The name of the king who died because he could not withstand the enthronement ceremony….

There was even a king who had died from being drunk during the ceremony.

“Not bad.”

At Lee Ro-woon’s words, Chilabaoh’s face turned red.

He laughed in a daze and soon bowed his head.

Lee Ro-woon, who had slowly risen and was putting on his top, began to speak to him, who was standing quietly.

“You’ll need some time to reorganize, right?”

The Black Orcs were undergoing a new change.

But this was just the beginning.

There were still many changes they had to face in the future.

“Yes. That is correct.”

Therefore, Chilabaoh nodded.

“This place has become your land.”

Lee Ro-woon said, sitting on a rock.

“It’s similar to Ainhardt, you could say.”

Bohol was still surrounded by a barrier.

Inside that barrier, Bohol could be said to be a piece of Earth, but considering the concentration of magic and access, it was closer to a dungeon than ordinary land.

“But it can’t stay closed forever.”

Chilabaoh looked up at Lee Ro-woon.

“Are you thinking of living with humans?”

“I will do as Your Majesty wishes.”

“I asked for your will, not mine.”

Lee Ro-woon said, resting his chin on his hand.

His languid gaze.

Chilabaoh bowed his head again.

“Although they are not Black Orcs, there are quite a few humans who have been accepted as tribesmen. For their sake, I think it would be good to live with humans.”

Chilabaoh said, shaking off his hangover.

“Also, since Your Majesty is the king of humans, we are also humans.”

“Does it work like that?”

“So, we will gradually interact with them.”

“Hmm.”

Lee Ro-woon nodded.

“There is a place called Yusanmun in the southern Philippines. The head of that place is Yoo Shin-haeng, and there is also a woman named Ahn Sa-ra who manages that place with him.”

Lee Ro-woon said.

“I’ll tell them. When the time comes, open the barrier and work together with them.”

Chilabaoh’s eyes sank at Lee Ro-woon’s words.

“Are you leaving?”

Lee Ro-woon had just been enthroned as the king of the Black Orcs.

“I have to.”

It was true that he felt regretful that he was already leaving.

If he could, he wanted to follow him.

But now, it was difficult for the Black Orcs to leave Bohol.

-Do you need to reorganize?

They needed to adapt to their new bodies and harmonize their bodies with the outside world.

Besides that, there were many reasons why they could not leave Black Bao right away.

He wanted to follow him, but if he did, there would be no one to lead the Black Orcs.

So….

“I will prepare.”

Chilabaoh’s answer was already decided.

* * *

The land that Lee Ro-woon and his party had traversed to reach Black Bao was a black, death-filled land.

They could not even walk without using Water Walking, monsters popped out from all directions, and Bohol’s ecosystem had become demonic.

But now.

“…….”

It was beautiful.

Not only had it regained the natural beauty that this place had once boasted, but the dead had been revived, and it could be said that it had regained its more beautiful, primeval appearance than before.

Thud! Thud!

Under the escort of a giant wolf, the party was stepping back onto that land.

The place they finally arrived at.

A bluish curtain divided the outside from the inside.

Outside the curtain, the sky and land could be seen, but this was just an illusion, like a mirage.

What was outside, no one knew.

There could be attacks from enemies.

Even so.

Smirk.

There was no worry on the faces of the party.

Swoosh.

The man with the languid face was leading the way.

Because Lee Ro-woon was with them.

The time spent in Bohol.

It was a meaningful time for everyone.

“If there is an enemy blocking the king’s path.”

Chilabaoh and the war chiefs said, standing up.

“Please call us anytime.”

At the words that felt sincere, Kang Han-cheol and the others smiled.

A blood oath.

It seemed that the Black Orcs were the ones who best fit that word.

Lee Ro-woon quietly nodded and turned around.

The swaying blue curtain.

To that which could never be opened by ordinary means.

Swoosh.

Lee Ro-woon was injecting his rage.

At that moment.

Whoosh!

The blue curtain peeled away, and the entrance opened.

It was time to leave, and it was time to cut off the bad ties.

The Three Kings’ Disciple