Smartphones develop and people don't take their eyes off of them. All kinds of media that stimulate peripheral nerves spill out, and people become numb in the flood.
In the age of God's death, philosophy is meaningless, people are drawn to pessimism, to the pursuit of inexpensive pleasures, and life is lightened like a feather.
At the end of the inexpensive pleasures, a beast called Void was waiting to devour man.
Brave and responsible behavior becomes foolishness, and despicable and cruel behavior becomes wisdom.
Where does the value of life come from? Is a great and noble life worth living? Life is just a sad struggle of fools.
Everyone lives with their own burden, whether heavy or light. Sometimes it's too much to bear, so I crush people and crush them.
Even if you cannot value your life, at least the weight of your life will be determined as much as the weight you bear.
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They walk the path of a thorn field called reality, with a belief that comes from purity. But coming back to them is more of a rebuke, a compliment, rather than an intellect, a clap, rather than an award.
They shine like stars in the night sky, but their innocence only grows scarred and scarred. Close the door of your mind and wrap your numbness around it like armor, losing its light.
I wish I could say to those who deserve respect and respect that someone respects you and that your life is worth it, but it's hard to expect.
Albrecht had an ethical attitude as he sinned and the memories of the modern man came into his mind. And he fell into self-contradiction and suffered pain and suffering.
Can we also be respected for the purity that comes from endless suffering? Or is suffering and suffering just a burden of atonement that sinners must bear for life? Even with the mighty Albrecht, the burden feels heavy.
A battlefield for half a lifetime, a battlefield again on a path of faith. The individual disappears and the king takes his place.
People were getting richer and richer, and the voice of Albrecht was getting louder and louder, but the individual named Albrecht was losing his place.
How much do we have to sacrifice? How far should atonement go? Pain and suffering weigh heavily on Albrecht.
In Dostoyevsky's "sin and punishment," there was a verse like this: ‘For a wide range of consciousness and a deep heart, mental suffering is inevitable. A great man must, I think, have great sadness in the world. ’
Albrecht never thought of greatness as a virtue. He just walked the path of his own guilt and belief that came from it.
Could Albrecht's agony and pain have a deep heart? And do you have great sadness?
Achievements have already been hailed as glowing golden towers, but they are merely shells.
Albrecht pursues Balthazar into the confines of Zigmund's domain. It was a terrain with crooked valleys and wide open ridges.
I couldn't go the way I used to, stumbling through my old memories. It was because the area exposed the supply lines.
We had to conquer the area somehow, but like Korea on Earth, the mountainous ridge was endless, and if we conquered one head, there were countless other heads waiting in front of us.
Even the merchants' roads are blocked, so we don't know the enemy's situation, and we don't even know who the Commander-in-Chief is.
From the subtle and meticulous nature of each peak, you can only assume that Sigmund is the Lord Commander. Albrecht did not expect Balthazar to have this capability.
Merchants were not parties to the war, but they were now divided between the South and North to support the so-called Northern and Southern forces.
Of course, merchants who came aboard ships with food from the south came to the Northern Army, or merchants who went south with weapons from the north went to the Southern Army. It was just a dead end between the Northern and Southern forces.
From this point on, Albrecht was unable to make his preferred siege coin.
The Confederate forces, supported by the Confederate Merchants Guild, could not afford to run out of food. Of course, the debt will be forsaken.
Albrecht is riding through the crooked valley. The angled stones are on the floor, so if you drive your horse carelessly, the horse's ankle could hurt.
Yurgen and dozens of other knights were escorting Albrecht, which narrowed it down and was marching in a long line. Albrecht is on his way to the front wearing golden armor and lowering the helmet's face shield.
“Your Majesty! ”
At that time, on the nearby slopes, Richard slides down the tree. Something urgent seems to be trying to convey some bad news.
“What's going on? ”
A short time ago, Richard comes to Albrecht with tangled red hair, leafy armor, and reports to him.
“Supply to the peak of the pigeon fell off the road and all fell to the ground. ”
Albrecht's glabella frowns, but his mask doesn't reveal itself. However, Richard had a good sense of Albrecht's expression.
In fact, it was not once or twice like this. Although I thought the terrain was rough, there could be a disruption to supply, accidents happen unexpectedly and often.
“First, procure food from nearby peaks. Tell them to hold on as long as they can. ”
“Ha, the peaks near Hao Na are no different from the bad food situation. ”
“So, Richard, what are we going to do? If we clear that head, we'll have to step back for a while. Tell me if there's a way. ”
Albrecht takes it seriously. Even Richard, who was smart and experienced, didn't really have a choice. Albrecht looks down at Richard and says again.
“I'll have the supplies reinstated as soon as possible. First things first. ”
Richard lowers his head and takes orders.
“I understand.”
Then I climbed back up the steep slopes. Albrecht simply glances back at him.
Sigmund certainly knew how to deal with Albrecht. Force-to-Force front battles, of course, knew there was no chance of winning, and chose a delay strategy.
I blocked the valleys to the rocks and rocks, leading to rough roads, and built a camp at every peak.
If Albrecht raids with his golden armor, or if he leads the Northwestern warriors, there are no great difficulties in capturing.
The problem was that the supply lines were getting tougher and we had to leave troops behind.
Albrecht had brought about 10,000 troops from the beginning and 25,000 troops against him.
Since its inception, Albrecht has grown more numerous with fewer troops and more troops in retreat.
Albrecht's forces have slowed the advance of only 5,000 troops now, thanks to the troops occupying his head and the increased troops.
Moreover, we had to leave troops there because we had to protect the area that was entering here, and forming a unit to contact each head was also a factor that discouraged troops.
‘You inspiring bastard. ’
Albrecht has fought many battles and has tried to read the intentions and thoughts of his opponent commander every time, but he has never had any personal feelings.
But this fight against Zigmunt was annoying and annoying. I was even more annoyed that I was trying to break the will of war as king.
After a long journey through the valley, a wide void emerges. There is a liver encampment. The soldiers make a tight tent and have dug a drainage tunnel nearby.
There was a small stream flowing nearby, but 5,000 troops were running low on water to do their laundry, make food, and so on.
As Albrecht enters the garrison, the knights and soldiers are disoriented. Albrecht wonders, but he notices Rosamund clearing supplies far away.
I was wearing an apron and a white hoodie in a blue dress, and my face and hands were a little dirty. However, Albrecht's eyes were beautifully illuminated by her actions.
Randolph jumps in and gives Albrecht the urgent news.
“Your Majesty, the antiradiant is here. ”
Albrecht makes no sense at all because he sounds so fat. After a brief silence, Albrecht said.
“An antiradiant? Who sent you? ”
“I'm Zigmunt. ”
Albrecht frowns.
What the hell was he thinking? ’
The more time passes, the more advantageous the zigmunt becomes.
Albrecht takes off his helmet and hands it to Yurgen. Then he steps off his horse and heads for the command barracks. Inside the small command barracks are Hermann, Hrrolf, and several knights. The rest were in charge of the occupied peaks.
“Where is the lion? ”
“I have them waiting outside. I'll load it right away. ”
Albrecht nods, and a knight goes out. Albrecht sits in his seat and waits for his envoy. Knights including Randolph, Hermann, and Jurgen march forward from both sides.
Are you serious? What do you think? What are the terms of surrender? You have to listen to the words before you can understand the intentions.
A little while later, a young man with red hair came in. It wasn't completely red like Richard, and like the people of Banhenheim, it was red mixed with black, not brown.
Her eyes were sharp but strong. Somewhere she resembled Zigmunt. He looked about the same age as Albrecht or older.
He was wearing a chain of armor and a scarlet suit, with a yellow lion standing on the red and roaring to the left. He wears an empty sword around his waist.
When he enters the command barracks and sees Albrecht's golden armor, his eyes widen. Oh, my God, what is that?
I heard the rumors, but I couldn't believe it when I saw it for myself. No matter how big of a family you are, you don't have an Internet or a television, and where do you see this kind of stimulating stuff?
The young knight was stunned for a moment and looked at the beautiful pieces engraved on the golden armor. The eagle on the chest, the thunder god on the shoulders, the abdominal muscle shaped part, and a thick golden belt. The sculptures were so delicate and sophisticated that I was overwhelmed.
“Hmmm! Hmmm! ”
Urgen clears his throat. Then the young man quickly regained consciousness. Yurgen solemnly looks at him and says,
“King of all knights, King of the Crusaders, King of the North, Albrecht von Hoenclatern. Be respectful."
Eugene introduced Albrecht as his acolyte. Then the young man passes by the knights on either side, and comes to Albrecht and kneels to the right.
If it were a royal envoy, he would not kneel, but Siegmund is still merely a lord.
“I am the clever lord of Östern, the defiant of Zigmund von Heldenburg, the Earl of Loenland, Heinrich von Heldenburg. I have come to deliver my willingness to surrender under my father's command. ”
“What are the conditions? ”
Albrecht urged us to get to the point without saying anything. As he lowered his gaze, Heinrich clears his voice and politely replied.
“My father wishes to marry King Albrecht, the great king of the brave and radiant North. And one of my sisters, Maria Hildegarde, she's a little older, but she still has a great complexion and a lot of energy. I have already obtained the Holy Father's permission to marry the king, and I want to marry as the second queen. When the marriage is concluded, we will surrender immediately, and we will bring all our troops and supplies together to support His Majesty. ”
Heinrich is still on his right knee, waiting for the king's answer. After a long time, the king did not answer.
Randolph and the knights around him looked at Albrecht strangely, but he was quite surprised.
Albrecht trembles with his eyes blazing and his teeth tightly clenched. I felt extremely angry with anyone who saw me.
He couldn't get a good fit, and tried to point to Heinrich with his trembling hands.
“Stay away from Heinrich! ”
Randolph quickly grabs Heinrich by the collar and pulls him out. Heinrich was a famous knight and changed white Randolph who suddenly wanted to do this, but he glanced at Albrecht.
Then he fell and ran away. I hurried to where my horse was, and thunder struck the dry sky and tore the sky apart.
“I'll kill them all! ”
The gravel on the ground trembles for a moment, and the nearby trees also tremble and drop their leaves. It was literally like the earth and the alpine vegetation were shaken by fear.
“Go quickly! ”
When Heinrich is unconscious, Randolph quickly leads the way and slaps the horse on the ass. Heinrich runs away from the encampment in the wilderness.
“Master! Brace yourself! I'm an envoy!”
Even that thoughtless Hermann tried his best to stop Albrecht.
“Let go! I'll kill you! Let go of me!"
Even the Jurgen and the Knights tried to stop them, but Albrecht tried to run as he dragged them away. I was dragged to Hermann, a man of strength and strength.
The soldiers tremble in fear, frozen in the wrath of the king. Rosamund looks at Albrecht from afar, surprised.
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