A Wish to Grab Happiness

Volvato Capital Attack.

At the end of the day, even looking over all the battles between mankind and the Demon Army, it was so harsh that it became a talking grass.

The captain of each army is on the front line, and waves his own staff and sword in the general. Whatever the difference between large and small, there were no more unwounded generals.

Reserve troops spit out and can't even retrieve the wounded. Substitutes that can no longer even be called wounded are rolling to the ground with gobbles.

The demon army's offense was fierce, and exactly the battlefield presented a hell of a look. Some have been bitten off their arms by warcraft, and some have lost their skin by the spewing flames of demon birds.

Even if the horizon transcends the darkness and brings the night, the offense will not stop.

Inside the city, Eileen wields one arm while letting her voice rip open. I wanted to chop my unfettered arm off.

"You're alive, Eileen. We're very unlucky."

"Hynd, you can't die before you do. The honor of death is insignificant."

The light mouth of the two generals is never out of their spare time. It was like a ritual to regain sanity in this place where death flies.

Soldiers are the only ones who can get caught up in battlefield madness. If even the commander is swallowed up by enthusiasm, it is suicide by cheap assault that awaits him ahead.

Eileen looks over the front more than on the horse as she puts down a breath. Another thing, the front line receded.

Finally, no.

Eileen heard her calm place say so. There is a certain degree of damage that an army can continue to fight. In view of the number of wounded, it was beyond like that.

Plus, morale sucks if this keeps regressing. No matter what time the front collapses, it's not weird.

Eileen looked at the Great Mountain with her back turned to look up at the sky. Mount Befims I've been watching since I was a kid.

Now that's the dragon's nest. The great demon Vrilligant has made a giant move and is still about to fly.

I don't even know when that great demon will eat us up. Sang soldiers are fighting in that fear.

If not on this occasion, courage enough to want to compliment you. But that's already coming to the limit, too. I don't know, Eileen bit her lip.

After all, should we have let the soldiers escape? Wasn't it just a delusion that the Great Demon would be defeated?

It rang about the time Eileen chewed up the unsure tour a few times.

- Piercing heaven and earth, the supreme dragon cannon.

Heind on Eileen, even soldiers and demon armies. I looked up to heaven. No, nobody in the city. He was watching it.

Vrilligant boasts a giant that is likely to even cover the sky. His obsidian body roars and crashes in the night.

It is not a mistake. But Eileen blinked her eyelids hard a few times. In sight, Vrilligant continues to fall unchanged.

And the earth rocked.

Blank space in the moment. My voice scratched out and everyone was witnessing the end of the myth.

The gifted never missed this moment.

"- The evil dragon is fallen, by the hand of a hero! It is our victory!

It is not clear who spoke of this passage. But in the battle against the capital, it is said that it is certain that someone has spoken the word.

In fact, from that moment when Vrilligant crashed, the great rebellion on the part of mankind began.

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"... you're done. Lost. Every day."

Keel-Bazarov just told me to whine. It's on the horse and the voice sounds good. The surrounding warcraft looked up at its face, groaning.

The horse he was riding is also a warcraft again. He turns his neck and stares into Keel's eyes.

"Haven't you seen it? Even now, the dragon has fallen. We're not gonna beat each other anymore. So I retreat."

"We're still fighting the Warcraft on the front line, aren't we?

It was not the demon horse who responded, but one of his men who was human but had followed.

It's not that I sympathized with the Warcraft, it's that I was afraid they would wake me up even in the rebellion.

Keel leaves his lips open in peace. There was just something in my eyes that made my emotions roll.

"Then will you stay? I'll get away with it. There's nothing more stupid than a fight you can't win."

Well, yes, but my men agreed.

Keel quickly pulls the reins and returns the horse's head. I look at the capital only once at that, and I whisper my tongue small.

If it was meant to be, I could have pushed it off. As for Mastigious, when he fought with the demon and the great demon opened his lid, there was nothing he could do.

But he's alive. If this happens, Keel strokes his lips that it is this one who is no longer able to help. We have to get out of here as soon as possible.

If we don't, we won't even be able to sprout disobedience again.

Enough of the capital has been devastated. Reconstruction should take a reasonable amount of time. It is good to say that the first purpose was fulfilled.

"Dear Keel, 20,000 troops are deploying near the border."

A cobolt with the face of the beast ran over and said with obnoxious language.

There is something suspicious about reason right now about whether it was a bad idea to turn it from a human to a warcraft. But it was great for scouts.

20,000 troops. Keel has no idea where the army is. However, it is no longer possible to be friendly to witchcraft.

Now it's all settled. Five thousand is now a good place for this army. There are even fewer decent fights.

Five thousand and twenty thousand. If we fought the White Soldiers, they would definitely be slaughtered. It's a battle power difference. Keel said as he covered his lid with one hand.

"You're crazy about death. You can no longer escape as an army. Scatter and run! Retreat!"

Here, the demon army that fell the Volvato morning is completely controlled, including the remnants. It is good to say that the parental enlistment of Philos, the concubine princess, was exactly a gesture of stabbing a stop at the Demon Army.

Demon army morale collapsed completely and they were driven back to the demonic flock.

In the history books, it is so noted that this is a holy parenthood that transcends the interests of the nation and confronts demonization by holding hands together.

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"Yes. The Volvato morning is encroaching not only on the national soil, but also on the capital. So The sorcerers said they were magical."

The Garrist New Royal Army was in the tent, Princess Philos said, dressed in a black military outfit. Several staff members expressed their consent and spoken orally about the future policy, but the princess called one with her gaze.

When I saw the monocular pierced me, my white beard leaned.

"... ma. Because it is the testimony of many magicians who have taken captivity. You must be credible. Whatever the Great Demon Vrilligant is, it could be enough."

The old general, Richard, said with a crouched voice. As soon as possible, a few generals give a look that doesn't seem interesting.

It was like an old Garrist army human being didn't care that the princess was eyeing him.

Trouble, Richard snaps his neck gently and glances. The fact that I didn't like these arrangements was one of the reasons I abandoned my title as a brave man.

"We're sneaking scouts into the capital, but we can't reach most of them. Nor is it clear what's going on inside. Again, we should see anomalies happening"

"I see, good"

Virgin Mattia ripples her lips to add to Richard's words.

The secret detectives of the crest religion were many competent. It may be because we have been through a long period of persecution and latency. Their failure to return shows one sign at that point.

"You should take a careful look at this place. We are the Expeditionary Force. Once you turn, you won't get it back."

"You're going to tell me there's been a failure in the Princess's parenting!

Multiple gazes pierce Richard, skinning the words of one general. Richard shrugged his shoulder like a pioneer.

Probably because the princess has been gaining that influence lately. Richard lets his cheeks pull up that these people are getting more.

Nevertheless, the princess was better than Richard thought. I don't know about this expedition itself, but one decision at a time takes the usual path.

Princess Philos opened her body with her heels honking.

"Richard, you're right."

For a moment, the air in the tent is upset. An earlier voiced general glanced at Richard with a regrettable bite on his lip.

But once again, the moment Philos opens his mouth, the air becomes even more transformed.

"But sometimes it doesn't have to be right"

Richard was not the only one who solidified his thoughts into these words. And Mattia the Virgin, and the other generals, stiffen their throats and their eyes.

Philos was attracting everyone's gaze. A black military costume is visible in the tent.

"- We'll speed up the progress and bring the Volvato capital down. My hero struggles alone among his enemies. What is the Lord without rushing? Prepare the entire army and the forcible forces! In no longer a nation, even humans became enemies! We forbid any negotiation in our army!

The officers in the tent utter their voices in response to Phyllos' prayer. Richard also responded, holding his head in his chest.

How can anyone and he go crazy when they get involved with that godchild?