Max Level Miscellaneous Character

a lost warrior, or the one who makes a warrior lose his way?
“The grooming is over.
It’s not bright, but it will be better than before.”
As soon as he was handed the spear, he sensed something different.
Fialar only sharpened the blade, cleaned it, and then applied something, but somehow it felt like it was sticking to his hand.
It seemed to fit his hand better than before.
The creative movement also seemed to have become more exciting.
There was no change in the strength of the spear, but the taste was different.
Shh!
phut!
“You’ve only touched it for a while, but it’s changed so much?”
Fialar chuckled as Ivan raised his eyebrows in surprise.
“That’s the craftsmanship of the right craftsman.
The old spear wasn’t made for you, so just a little change makes it feel so much better.
Because high-level warriors are sensitive.”
“If the spear you touched for a moment is enough, I’m very curious to see how good your weapon.”
“I’m sorry, but I can’t give you a weapon.
I have to sell it, because as long as you have that spear, it will only be a secondary weapon.”
“Isn’t there anything better than this spear?”
“Well, if there is, it would be something that would go to a true hero.
One day, if are recognized as a true Esirsson by all of the Norse, then I will gladly offer up my weapon.
Because that is my lifelong wish.”
Having said that, Ivan did not speak any more.
Instead, he asked for something else.
“I don’t have enough armor right now.
How can I get a decent piece of armor? If you don’t sell it, please introduce me to another decent blacksmith.”

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At those words, Fialar thought for a moment and then nodded his head.
“Armor is not my specialty, but I can do that.
Instead, you’ll have to bring the materials.
If it’s not good materials, the results won’t be great.”
As a skilled craftsman, Fialar’s standards must be quite strict.
To say it’s good stuff, he’d never use a dog or a cow.
But Ivan laughed confidently.
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“Don’t worry.
I will bring precious stuff.”

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“Well, is that precious material really here?”
When Fialar asked that question as if suspiciously, Ivan sighed.
“If you’re going to keep talking like that, just go back.
It’s not like I force you to go here with me.”
“No, it’s because you’re so confident that it’s such a precious material, so something feels a bit suspicious.”
“Shut up and follow me.
It’s a sensitive guy, so if you keep talking, you won’t even be able to see its nose.”
Ivan, who had strongly warned Fialar, bowed his back and looked down at his floor.
It wasn’t the type to used stealth.
If you look for it, there will definitely be traces.
After searching for three days without saying a word, Ivan was finally able to find a trace.
The footprints of a large beast, a broken tree, and golden hairs caught in it.
“Golden fur? What the hell are you tracking?”
“Golden boar.”
“What? Gullinbursti? It’s here?”
Gullinbursti was the golden boar that Frey, the god of Asgard, rode.
A mythical spirit creature that can run faster than anything in the water or in the sky.
Of course, that wasn’t what Ivan was aiming for.
“Are you crazy? How do I catch a guy like that? What I’m looking for is a wild boar with golden fur.
It has a sturdy hide, but he’s no match for a Gullinbursti.”
In any case, his skin was a very good material for armor.
Of course, this is a story if you can hunt it.
“We’ll have to go this way.
It seems we’ve slowly found his territory.”
Based on the clues found, it gradually narrows the scope.
There were times when fearless monsters attacked in the middle, but they were both skilled warriors, so they knocked them down without difficulty and went further inside.
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Tracking wasn’t easy.
This is because wild animals originally had a much wider range of activities than expected.
Besides, the golden boar was a spiritual creature that was connected with mythology as much as its fur.
“At this point, you might be able to see its face, but you’re acting dirty and expensive.”
“It’s really expensive, isn’t you? It’s so precious, and bound to be hard to find.”
Ivan poked the side that he had wrapped in a twig with a branch.
It was not as hard as I thought and there was moisture remaining.
It was proof that its traces weren’t that long.
It was becoming more and more frequent.
There must have been a nest of this guy nearby.
“It’s not bad.
Although it’s a little hard, I’m finding it well…”
Ivan, who was talking, narrowed his eyes and looked ahead.
There were traces of something that had not been seen.
It wasn’t a beast.
They are bipedal, intelligent guys.
Fialar, who was beside him, asked as Ivan made a serious expression when he finally found a faint footprint as he followed the grass press.
“Why do you look like that?”
“These footprints.
They used shoes.
These patterns are usually Orcs’ footprints…”
“Orcs appeared here? Are they the ones who used to live here? “
“Have you ever heard of orc tribes around here?”
“Hmm, I’m not from this area, so I don’t know…”
There were more independent orc tribes that did not join the Blood Alliance than expected.
Ivan wished it was like that, but he felt strange.
“I’m waiting for you at the cave side earlier.
I’ll go check out the surroundings quickly.”
After saying that, Ivan moved quickly.
Since the skill of the ranger and the assassin were combined, there was no loud noise even when running through the forest.
It was worthwhile to practice.
‘If you look at the traces, there are fewer than ten guys, isn’t it just one group?’
Ivan, who was moving quickly, suddenly lowered his waist.
A faint voice could be heard from afar.
As I quickly climbed up a nearby tree, the orcs were talking loudly.
From what I heard, it seems that they almost caught a golden boar and missed it.
Some say they are being pursued by another group.
However, Ivan focused on the words themselves rather than the contents.
Ivan’s expression became even more serious.
‘Northeastern Orc dialect.
They’re not from this area.’
Ivan looked to the east involuntarily.
Eventually, the Eastern Front collapsed.