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Albrecht's convoy heads back the way it came, and heads east, upstream from the Garon River.
The Orc stench has been carried by the wind for a long time, so there's nothing to be alarmed about. However, we rushed to evacuate the Emperor as soon as possible.
The wagon in the emperor's carriage is uneven because it's not paved the way around the Wrightingen. Yurgen follows you closely, and Randolph takes the lead and Herman takes the rear.
With only 5,000 troops to escort the Emperor, Randolph's focus was on speeding up his march rather than circling the scouts.
As you head east, more trees grow, and the forest grows thicker. It's not as thick as Goblin Forest, but there could be an ambush.
But now that you've defeated the Orc army, who dares to attack the Empire army? Randolph scouts with the smallest number of people, speeding up. The march is long.
At last, we reached the Garonne River, initiated the Doha, and crossed the canyon, not the canyon that was passed when we arrived in Gascony.
It was a high terrain for hills and a low terrain for mountains that was slaughtered by ridges. At this point, there were no more patrols to turn around.
In the midday sun, the color of the breath from Randolph's mouth fades. It was chilly, but I could still taste the autumn flavor during the day.
Randolph was wearing body armor, and his body armor was scratched everywhere fighting Orcs.
However, it was a reliable armor that survived many fatal attacks. Most importantly, the armor was hand-delivered by the Emperor.
Randolph rides a horse through the foliage, and a knight walks behind him.
“Mr. President, look at that. ”
Randolph, wearing body armor, turns to the knight. Turning your head toward the knight's gaze, you see the wildlings.
They were naked in this cold weather, or all covered in fur. You pierce your nose or ears with your bones, and there are strange tattoos all over your body.
The wildlings stare down at the long procession that carries the Emperor from above.
Randolph tries to see if they're hostile or just observing, but he has no idea.
“What do you want me to do?”
The knight asks, we have another matter to decide. When Albrecht was around, it was enough to do what he asked, but it wasn't easy being there.
It was not easy to cast knights or soldiers because of the long march, and stopping and starting over was not easy.
Then, before I entered Gascony, I remember Albrecht telling me to let the wildlings go. It said that it could be annoying if I stimulated him.
That's what Randolph thought. I thought it would be better to pass quickly than to hang out with such trivial things here and now.
“I was annoyed for no reason and get tired of being annoyed. Let's just go.”
“I understand.”
Randolph tries his best to distract the wildlings, but his gaze is burning from afar.
Soldiers, too. There's nothing more defenseless than being ambushed when there's more of them. I just didn't want to go through this canyon and run into those bastards again.
If Randolph has overlooked anything, he has not considered the seasons. The sun's pace is swift since November.
The daylight soon burned, and soon the world darkened. You haven't made it out of the gorge yet.
I lit the torch, but the trees were all around me, so I couldn't see them properly. I was overwhelmed by it.
The dark night is so dark that you can't even see your hands without a torch.
As dark as it was, the Cross in the night sky showed the Milky Way and the stars well, but it wasn't enough to illuminate the world. They sparkled, chattering and chattering among themselves.
If I couldn't see anything, I couldn't do anything. Randolph decides to stop the procession and make camp.
Soldiers remove the leaves from the ground and gather the dry branches and leaves again to light a fire. Suddenly, a white breath sprayed out around the campfire.
Soldiers in werewolf fur are all better, but soldiers in giant cloaks tremble at the cold.
Men may look a little south of each other, but the soldiers covered in werewolf fur gave up their seats and wrapped their cloaks together. The comrade who died with him was different.
The emperor can't see the dawn of his awakening, and it's pitch black all around him, but the shadows of the faint trees fade ominously by the light of the campfire.
Trying to catch up with the cold a little bit, the soldiers talked a lot to get rid of the ominous energy.
Then, something flew over the soldier's head! A soldier falls down after hitting him. The soldiers around you are frozen for a moment. They see a fallen soldier with an axe to his head.
And in the darkness of the Gulf of Sackán, a multitude of hand axes flew to the targets who received the light of the campfire.
Boom! Boom!
Then the men who had regained their minds leaned in swiftly or pulled out their weapons. He watches where the axe flies.
“Ambush!”
You hear the screams of the soldiers warning you, and the procession that was escorting the emperor quickly became a mess. The campfire breaks out and the soldiers are unable to catch their own ribs.
At the forefront, Randolph hears the screams of the soldiers behind him, and his heart growls. An ambush?
After a while, the identity of the raid screams savagely, expressing its presence with no regrets.
“Mwah!”
“Ara-ra-rah!”
“Arunga! Arunga! Isa Arunga!”
Randolph's eyes widen. You hurriedly pick up the torch and run to the center of the Emperor's Wagon.
“Fuck!”
“You sons of bitches! ”
“Ahh! Me! ”
Seeing how it was so dark around you, you couldn't even lead. Knight Soldiers and infantry commanders, they each draw their own weapons and defend themselves.
On a pitch-black night, there were scattered campfires and torches. Soldiers tangled, bumped into each other, and it was difficult to distinguish between enemies and allies.
The wildlings keep their eyes open, their tongues long, and they attack with a threatening face.
The ravine resounds with scorn from the beasts and the soldiers' wickedness.
Soldiers run dizzily, and the wildlings can't steer properly. Randolph hurries off his horse. And the wildlings who were caught continued to rush to the center of the emperor, killing them all.
“Assemble at the forefront! Lead the way! ”
Since I couldn't distinguish between the smaller ones, I thought that we should stick together as one.
Randolph blows the head off a wildling who was wielding a weapon at a fallen soldier and raises him up. I didn't say thank you, and I wasn't in a position to say hello.
Running into the middle for a long time, a thick shout erupted from the wildlings' rash voice.
“Quuuuuuuhhhh! Arrunga! ”
As Randolph turns his head toward the sudden sound, you see an Orc. No, I don't think it's an Orc. You're not even human. Are these real?
He was unacceptable to Randolph's values. It seems to be a mixture of humans and Orcs.
Apart from Randolph's shock, it's only a few years since the world's veil was lifted. Orcs and Humans are communicating, so it took time for them to grow as fast as they could.
It was not for Randolph to know whether that came from the other side of time, or whether humans from the past were born in contact with Orcs.
Randolph intuitively decided that the emperor would be more dangerous if he didn't kill it. At the same time as I thought, I ran to the half-man Orcs.
There were wildlings in the middle, but they died without hesitation from Illudia flashing with the light.
Then, a blaze rises from one side. The dry leaves are nearby, and the flames have been kindled. The scene of the raid really reminded me of hell.
Randolph keeps his mouth shut and concentrates on the Orcs. The Orc man saw Randolph running toward him, trying to wield a large, bad-looking rusty axe.
However, Randolph blurs his new stature momentarily and draws his special sword at a lightning speed.
You hold the torch in one hand, hold the Illudian in your right hand, and lower yourself past the Orc's left flank. The torch flies violently as if it had been turned off for a moment.
At the same time as the speed of the river, it was as clean as a calm result. An Orc man's hideous weapon cuts through the air, and I can clearly feel it slashing into Randolph's hand.
As Randolph looks back past the Orc, the Orc is trimmed from the dead to the other waist and is not on top of it. After a while, even my lower body collapsed.
The pale armor with dizzying lights shines red everywhere.
When the wildlings around saw this scene, they began to flee. I couldn't afford to pursue. Randolph runs back to the Emperor.
The wildlings attack from both sides, and the Emperor's escort is truly Abigail. The front and rear are not separate, but just stick together when you see them, or each one of them is born.
“Get to the front! Everybody, take the lead! ”
Randolph yells at the whale, but not as loud as Albrecht, so he's quickly buried in a muddy mess.
“Fuck you, asshole! ”
“Fuckers! Let's see who wins! ”
Fear is enough, but the soldiers of the north fight with evil. But I was so confused that I didn't know how many enemies there were, and I couldn't keep fighting.
Still, Randolph continues to shout and runs hard to the center, rescuing the detached soldiers.
Then I ran into a wagon that was coming. Urgen steps off his horse, grabbing the carriage horse's belt, and clearing the way.
The guards surrounded the wagons and guarded them like iron, and only the fallen Imperial soldiers gathered around the Emperor. Randolph was relieved.
“Baggage!”
“Mr. President!”
Randolph and Jurgen find each other at the same time and shout.
“Your Majesty! Are you all right? ”
“Yes! You're all right! ”
After listening to Yurgen, Randolph quickly checks inside the wagon. I didn't expect Albrecht to wake up unconsciously.
“Master......”
Randolph looks like he's going to cry soon. Then there was a shout from behind that one more time, overwhelming the surroundings.
“Arunga! ”
Randolph hurriedly spoke to Yurgen, determined to.
“Take the king with you! I got your back! ”
Yurgen looks at Randolph for a moment. I don't know why, but I suddenly felt like this might be the last time.
“Go now! ”
As Randolph shouts again, Yurgen turns his head and goes forward again, holding the horse's bell.
Randolph looks at the far wagon for a moment and runs to the place where he hears Orc Humans. There were soldiers running around dizzily with lost horses and crashing into shit.
The wildlings snatched the horse's horn and ran away with a wide look on their faces. Then another wildling grabs a soldier's hair and drags him into the darkness.
Randolph rushes over, bashing his head in, and saves the soldier. The soldier's head is ripped open and his face is injured and he is bleeding. But I couldn't afford to take care of it.
Randolph catches the soldier, just picks him up and runs back to the rear. You hear Hermann scream.
“Erai! Son of a bitch! ”
Hermann wields a great sword and cuts an Orc man's waist. Randolph smiles unknowingly.
“Hermann!”
Hermann turns his head and shouts at Randolph.
“Hey! The director! ”
“The governor of Jurgen dragged the wagon ahead! ”
Then Herman sighs of relief. Randolph taps Hermann on the chest as the distance between the two approaches.
“Let's die here today. ”
Hermann grins.
“Glad to hear it. ”
They became united for the first time in decades since their first meeting. Randolph and Hermann plunge into the wildlings and start slaughtering. You continue to rescue the soldiers and send them to the front.
Two pillars of the empire, the emperor and his soldiers, fought and risked their lives behind them.
The sky was slowly getting darker, and there was a forest fire around it, and the furnace burned roughly. Not the wildlings, but the wildfires.
Albrecht would never leave you two behind, but he is now down. Yurgen drives the Emperor's wagon, leaving behind a burning canyon, running north with all his might.
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