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A Goblin hides in a thicket surrounded by a leaf cloak. I felt something sniffing at my nose.
Goblins have long noses and ears, but they don't actually develop hearing or sense of smell that much. But in order to survive in the forest, I had to use all my senses for 100%.
He rolls his eyes around, tilting, and then pinching as he comes out of the bushes! You hear an arrow fly through the dizzy trees at a rapid rate and stick it in your head.
“Queek!”
The Goblin trembles with an arrow to his head. Both eyes were playing separately and immediately breathed.
In the distance of a hundred paces, Wilhelm walks quietly with sharp eyes.
He was wearing a brown leather vest on a grey long arm tunic and pressing on a dark green hood.
He was holding a synthetic palace made of buffalo horns that only live south of the Eastern Continent. He was pulling an arrow out of his body and allowing it to fire at any time.
On either side of Wilhelm, the rangers are slowly advancing along Wilhelm, each several meters apart.
Far from Wilhelm, Albrecht leads an army of 10,000, heading south along a narrow road.
Across the street, warriors and hunters alike, the warriors of Hrowlf advance in search of Wilhelm.
Albrecht said he was hurrying through the forest, but this was actually the quickest way.
If you were ambushed from both sides in the unlikely event as before, the entire army, whether heavily damaged or small, would be temporarily suspended.
You hear a bird in the forest, and the woodpecker knocking on the tree. There didn't seem to be any other risks.
It was the birds in the forest who fled first when they sensed life.
Albrecht relaxes and thinks about Rosamund, who was about to follow him again.
I took her to the battlefield at some point, but this time she said it was too dangerous to insist. Of course, she said she didn't care, which led to a big fight.
I couldn't let her go this time. Rosamund seems to think he's ignoring himself.
I risked my life on the battlefield, but it felt so good to fight my wife and leave.
Zigmunt leads the army behind Albrecht, making restless lumbering, and guarding his surroundings by creating a small, medium-sized field. It looks like a tunnel.
At this rate, it took six days to get out of the forest, not three days. In practice, the plan always went wrong, but this time it was poisonous.
When Albrecht leaves the forest, he notices that it is much different from the plains he imagined.
I expected an open field, like in Veles, the middle, the north, or low-lying Lauren, because there were small forests of leafy trees everywhere.
Albrecht said, looking at the nobles of Akaten who brought him as a guide.
“What's going on? I thought you said plains? ”
The nobleman thought for a moment that he might have done something wrong, but no matter what he thought, the plains were right. He replies with a puzzled expression.
“The plains...... aren't they...? ”
Albrecht could barely bear the sound of "fuck you." Because of the time when the Internet didn't have a television, everyone thought based on the area where they lived.
For example, people living in rainy areas were always unaware that it was raining a lot.
This was the result because the guide had never been to another comparable area.
Albrecht continued to look at the clues of what he had done wrong.
“Now, take me to Poutie Castle. ”
Then the nobleman who had stepped out as a guide bowed his head and ran forward on a horse. Well, considering the forest that didn't even catch the clock a few meters in front of it, it was flat.
It was because it was easy to ride a horse. However, a large force was difficult to maneuver.
Albrecht marches at full speed with an army, and it takes him a day to reach the castle of Poitier.
As the sun sets, the world turns yellow and red, and you see the ruined town below. It was a good thing the Orcs didn't sit down like Goblins.
The town beneath the castle was littered with brown and yellow bricks.
I was putting wheat straw or kiwa on the roof with a pointed roof, but the houses that were just rectangular and 'b’ looked really pretty because they were small.
However, unlike the beautiful houses, the carts, forklifts, tables, chairs, and farming utensils were broken and lay flat on the ground. The town was a bitch when only the breeze blew without an ant cub.
You don't see a chicken in the broken stall, there's only blood on the walls or on the floor, and you don't see a corpse chewing someone to the bone.
After stationing an army in the slutty village of Eulsea, Albrecht climbs the nocturnal hill. The hill is low, but zigzagged straight through to defend it.
The back of the castle is a carved rock, and a solid wall stands in front of it. Seeing that the gate was not breached, I thought there might be a Holy Spirit.
Albrecht steps off his horse and leaps over the wall. The nobleman who followed him as a guide opens his eyes. Other than that, no one was surprised.
Albrecht looked inside the castle and saw several facilities, including a forge and a stable, and he did not see an ant cub.
Soon after Albrecht opens the gates, Randolph, Herman, Jurgen, Wilhelm, Hrolf, and the guards and guards enter.
I started pitching my tent clearing out the dizzy courtyard without giving any instructions.
The small, but rugged, door was tightly closed, but I couldn't help but notice that Albrecht ran and stuck it in his shoulder. Then the door was smashed open, shredding.
The hall was visible, and there was an elongated dining table and chair, including the Lord's chair. It wasn't as cluttered as I thought, but the tables and chairs were out of alignment and something went wrong.
Albrecht takes a quick look around the resistance and heads to the Holy Master's room upstairs. Surprisingly, there was a thin monk in the room. The corpse was fine, but he was still alive.
“Hey, if you were in there, you'd be popular. ”
However, as though his soul had fled, Albrecesses stared into the air with dim eyes.
Albrecht leans down and observes carefully, but no matter how he looks at it, he's still alive.
At that time, Seong-ju slowly shakes his head, looking at Albrecht and asking.
“Who...... Shio? ”
“I am the Emperor of the Empire. I'm here to destroy Orcs. ”
Then the eyes of the Holy Spirit began to tremble. I was so dry that there seemed to be no moisture, but my eyes became moist and my tears welled up.
‘I was stranded and terrified, and then I lost my mind. ’
Albrecht ponders about the treatment of the Holy Spirit for a moment, and the Holy Spirit mutters softly.
“Oh, God. God. Oh, God...... don't forgive me......”
Albrecht doesn't seem thrilled to be rescued. He was merely calling out elongation.
Then he gets up to the corner and pulls the dagger out of his chest and stabs himself in the neck.
“Huh!"
Albrecht couldn't stop it because it was unthinkable. What the hell is going on here? I can live now. Did you hear my notoriety and now you think you're dead?
Albrecht stands dumbfounded, stunned, and the knight approaches and reports to Albrecht.
“Your Majesty, I think you should go downstairs. ”
“What's going on? ”
“Well, you know. There are traces of cannibalism. ”
“What!? ”
Albrecht hurries downstairs. I went through the hall to the other hall, and there was a kitchen, and the soldiers who were there didn't look good. I was frowning and fucking making an impression.
“What's going on? ”
“Look at this. ”
A soldier tilts a large cauldron. Inside was a human backbone.
And the kitchen was spread out with clothes that looked like children and women's clothing, and there was dry blood on the clothing and floors. Perhaps, that clothing branch was worn by the Holy Father's family.
Albrecht mutters dazed in contemplation of the suicide monarch.
“Oh, God......”
Albrecht focuses on piercing the forest path first. I was on my way, but I was anxious about the monsters, so I wanted to establish a strong connection with the bridge.
And Albrecht finds it hard to see plain, but he can ride anyway, so he unties the knights and his men and scouts the area.
I felt a clear scouting radius widening and an open field of view. Then, on the second day after arriving at Poitier Castle, Randolph came and reported.
“Your Majesty, reports of an Orc encampment a day from here. ”
Albrecht looks around at his intentions and asks, looking back at Randolph.
“How many are there? ”
“There are about a hundred of them, about five hundred, if you add the calves and the females in the encampment together. ”
“Anyone in custody? ”
“You said you didn't see anyone. ”
Albrecht looks up and sees where the sun is hanging. The sun hangs at an angle to the east in clear skies, with puddled clouds on the side. It was past morning.
If I give the order now, I quickly calculate the time it takes for the soldiers to be equipped and ready for march. As soon as I concluded that it was possible, I gave the instructions.
“Five hundred knights, five hundred warriors, and 1,000 soldiers. The troops blend the troops evenly with the troops in each territory. ”
It was to ensure that the fighting experience with Orcs was as uniform as possible.
“I understand.”
Albrecht reaches out to Jurgen and receives his helmet and axe. With a golden helmet, the expressionless facial veil covers your face. The blue eyes that appear to be eyeholes glow like animals.
When the emperor's orders came, the soldiers who were repairing the houses in the village, repairing the fields, and taking care of the livestock they brought as supplies moved around.
Soldiers gathered beneath the castle with spears, shields and weapons, like lightning, in a highly trained movement.
As the cool autumn winds hit them in October, Albrecht swiftly circles around the scouts and advances to the Orc encampment.
The 2,000 troops who lived quickly marched across the field, not to match the sunny, clear weather.
The tiny grass on the floor withers yellow, and the lily trees contain red and yellow foliage.
It was a beautiful and peaceful countryside to live in as a resort. I can't imagine a blood spatter fight coming soon from a place like this.
After marching for a while, the wind smells disgusting. Orcs and Goblins' territory was clearly different from other places, even if it wasn't a gawk.
Albrecht turns to Randolph and asks.
“Any discomfort? ”
Randolph was currently wearing full body armor. Wearing a pointed helmet that can open and close upwards, the body was slightly protruding from the middle wireline. There were also curves carved on either side to slide and make the enemy attack more structurally sturdy.
In addition, he was equipped with steel from head to toe, including half, Griff, Sabaton, etc. Since the Goblins were shooting poison needles, Albrecht gave them to me because he couldn't cover them all with his shield.
“Seems to me less heavy than chained armor. It's a little rough, but it's surprisingly easy to move around. It's okay.”
Albrecht nods. It was made by stealing a Dwarf's skill, but it was still crafted by the best artisans on the continent.
Albrecht turns his head again and looks at the Orc Garrison far away. Perhaps not where the Orc King lives.
The Orc Garrison was using leather and cloth to pitch a tent that looked like a nomad's tent. Dozens of large and small tents were visible around it, and the entire tent was stuffed around it.
And on the stake were the skeletons of cattle, sheep, goats, humans, and Goblins.
You hear a thick, rattling noise in the garrison, if you find an army led by Albrecht.
“Wug Shaqing! Urosh!”
“Goruq Safart! ”
“Oga! Oga! ”
“Oga!”
“Oh, go! ”
I don't know what you're talking about, but I eventually converged on "Oh Ga," but a hundred Orcs came out of the garrison anyway.
Surprisingly, most of them were wearing armor, but in the meantime, I also saw some Orcs revealing their torso in trousers that didn't fit.
I was wearing a necklace made of frostbite where I got my fangs, and I was wearing or wearing my helmet with bad leather, and the pieces of steel were stuck together. Some of them are wearing armor with bones attached instead of scrap metal.
Some Orcs were bigger than others, but the armor they were wearing felt so heavy from afar.
Turns out the Orcs didn't make it themselves. They tore and cut their human armor to pieces and tied it to the ice with a leather strap.
He had two bristled helmets, cut down and put them on his head, ripped off the front and back of Fulhelm and placed them on his shoulders, or wrapped around his whole body with torn chain armor and metal pieces. It seemed like a weight a person could never wear.
The crude and primitive hand strikes second, and the defensive strength looks clear.
The offensive thing was that people, Goblins, and all kinds of monsters and animals weave their fingers, ears, noses, hooves, and carry them around with necklaces.
Some of them melted a skeleton and stuck a skeleton on top of the helmet. The skeleton still has a little flesh left, and the scalp is still rotting.
Weapons like axes and swords were cut together or cut together, but they seemed to be too heavy for Orcs and wearers.
The day was unbalanced, but just swinging the weight seemed enough to bet on two people.
“Prepare for battle.”
As Albrecht speaks, Randolph shouts.
“Battle stations!”
The knights and infantry commanders have recovered, and 1,000 infantry troops quickly make their move and knights are waiting to charge from behind.
Then the Orcs ran. They became somewhat visible to each other, but the Orcs were overwhelmingly pushed from the water, but they couldn't wash their eyes and look for them.
Perhaps he perceives the army ahead of him as prey, not as an army.
“Khhhhhhh!”
“Rrrrghhh!”
“Oh, go! ”
“Ahhhhhh!”
No matter how loud it sounds, predators like tigers and lions roar at the same time. The brave soldiers of Albrecht tremble at the sound of their spears.
Albrecht could not stand to lose. You step down from the horse and go in front of the soldiers. Take a big breath and shout.
“Ahhhhhh!”
When I decided to shout out loud, the soldier stopped his ears and suffered.
As a shock wave spreads, the grass burns to the center of Albrecht, and the atmosphere shivers and vibrates to the skin.
Then the screams of the Orcs abated in an instant.
“Grrrrrrrrrr…"
“Grrr......”
He just growls, drooling, and Albrecht sprints forward, jumping high and hard.
Then it reached several meters at a time, and when it reached its peak, it slowly fell down again and accelerated.
I grabbed the axe naturally with my hands and grabbed it up, struck the man with a thunderbolt as if he had stuck his skull in his head.
As the axe sweeps by, heavy armor and the hard hide of the Orc cut clean like a bell board, cut in half vertically from head to bottom.
As the filthy contents pour out, the Orc collapses, and Albrecht lunges at the other Orc and swings his axe.
The Orc was stunned, unable to react to lightning like skills, and his head was split open and he had an axe in his chest.
Albrecht kicks forward and pulls out his axe. The dead Orc flies back and tangles with the other Orcs.
The Orcs regained their senses and rushed towards Albrecht screaming.
“Kwaaaahhhh!”
“Oh, go! ”
“Grrrghhh!”
Albrecht wields his axe with both hands and swings it across the room. He tears everything apart, one severing its chest deep and one severing its neck as it is.
But the fighting Orcs keep rushing in, and they just throw themselves at Albrecht with a hand grenade.
With an ax, Albrecht stabs you in the head and kills you, but doesn't look back.
“Charge! Go and help the Emperor! ”
Randolph shouts in a hurry. Then the soldiers who were afraid of the Orcs saw the Emperor fighting and ran forward bravely. I didn't even wait for the infantry commander's order.
“Long live the Emperor! ”
“Long live the Empire! ”
“Waaaahhhh!”
Regardless, knights and warriors rush forward. Albrecht takes a few backsteps, bouncing back as the Orcs hit hard, and then rushes back like crazy.
I cut it off, kicked it with my foot, and then I pulled the Illudians out of my left hand and swung them in pairs. Then, instead of a human, I turned the Orcs into one storm and the incarnation of battle.
Two thousand troops jump in, but if I approach Albrecht, my body will be torn apart, and the Orcs flee fiercely beyond the first explosion.
“Uuurrgghhh!”
“Rosika! Rosika! Versaka!”
“Ungo Roshka! ”
Albrecht thrust his axe into the back, chasing after the scattered horns to kill one more.
Then you shout at your allies.
“Go to your encampment! Kill them all! Don't let them live! ”
Knights, warriors, and soldiers head to the battlements with their fiery eyes in their embraces.
Soon after, the screams of young Orcs and females resounded in the sunny weather and were exposed to the killing of merciless humans.
Albrecht climbs up to Linderhorn, where Randolph takes him, chasing after the Orc warriors who abandon their families and runs away.
The autumn sky is high and clear, but the sound of the slaughtered Orcs screams echoes through the world. It was a world where I had to exterminate my opponent in order to live. There was no mercy.
Chapter 35: Survival of the fittest does not know mercy.
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