"Commander"
A black armored mercenary ran over the man in the horse's robe.
The Black Wolf Cavalry is on the move.
I see.
Robe's man nods.
"You can't stand this provocation anymore, Mahad."
I see.
A black armored warrior, called Mahad, stretches out his arms and gives instructions to his subordinates to consolidate his surroundings.
"Take a deep form. Pull it in and crush it."
As the nodded men scattered to their respective units, Robe's man looked back.
"It's your job to take the wolf's head off, Guna Ele."
A brown-skinned giant nods behind him.
"I understand."
In reply to Guna Ele, the man in this robe who smiled distorted was Gilfin, the “War Changer” who led the Gilfin Magic Mercenary Corps.
Gilfin was born as the son of a general of a kingdom in the north.
Compared to ordinary people in the north, they lived far more affluent lives, but by then, their home country, like many other countries, was in the midst of war.
Gilfin, who had discovered his magical talent, told his father to bring back the magic of the south.
To make the army of this country mighty with the magic of the south.
Gilfin was protected by the mighty servants who were accustomed to traveling, and at the age of nine he went to Nork Magic Academy, a land of the south.
The rich life in the south was fresh in Gilfin's eyes, but the feeling of bringing magic back to the north was still unshaken.
When he learned magic in the academy class, the first thing he thought about was whether it was useful on the battlefield.
No matter what magic it was, it was with me.In his head there was always a battlefield in the north, and ideas to use his fresh magic on the battlefield boiled.
Conversely, if I thought this magic was unnecessary, I did not hesitate to cut it off.
Gilfin didn't mind his poor grades at the academy because of this.
Excellent grades also increased the likelihood of invitations from countries in the South and Nakahara.But what he wanted had nothing to do with his grades.
I didn't get used to people from the south until the end.I had a few superficial friends who could barely talk to each other when I met them, but I couldn't really talk to them.
I didn't mind.
I'm going north. Our relationship with these guys is limited.
I always thought so in my heart.The word loneliness had no negative meaning for him.
All I wanted was the magic of the south.There was no northern wind in my mind, and I was not interested from the edge in the wet people.
By the time I graduated from high school, I still had enough grades to enter high school, but Gilfin was no longer in college.I couldn't keep my mind under control.
In order to exercise his magic on the battlefield, he returned to the north without hesitation.
But the harshness of the north surprised even him, who was born and raised there.
In just a few years of his absence, his country was destroyed.
Father, mother, and family shared the destiny of the country.
He became lonely all his life, and his magic lost its way.
After nearly six months of vain wandering, he suddenly appeared in a small group of mercenaries.
The captain's man laughed at Gilfin's slender figure.
What are you, a sorcerer?
The perception that there will be cowards who cannot hold swords, such as sorcerers, has not changed among the men of the North at that time or now.
The commander tried to get rid of him by hand.
I don't need such a coward at home.
But the commander's body was turned into eight pieces of chopped meat, whether the words were finished or not.
I'll be commander from today.
Gilfin said without changing his expression to the stupid mercenaries.
Rest assured, I am stronger than any mercenary in the North.
After the spectacular death of “Dead Ashes Magician” Gurda, many magicians appeared on the battlefield in the north with sounds.Some of them were college graduates, but none of them lasted long.
The severity of the battlefield, the severity of the environment in the north.
They couldn't stand such things.
But Gilfin was different.
He knew the severity of the north.
I knew how to live on the battlefield.
On the first battlefield where he took over the mercenary regiment, he stormed himself to the forefront, breaking the established concept of the mercenaries' sorcerers, and slashing his enemies to pieces with powerful magic coming from both hands.
Soon the mercenaries gathered with him.
If the country is destroyed, you can make it yourself.
Gilfin thought so, losing his place of return and wandering with despair.
First of all, it was quick to create a mercenary regiment.
Gilfin, who acquired his own mercenary regiment, consciously continued to participate in the big battle when he hired Mahad, a solid operational commander on his right.
The command of the unit was left to Mahad, and Gilfin himself was behind the unit.And when I left here, I exercised powerful magic.
The effect was superficial.
His magical blows often changed the game.
It didn't take long for his mercenary group, renamed the Gilfin Magic Mercenaries, and the "War Changer” Gilfin's name to roar north.
When did Gilfin's interest move from creating his own country by magic to magic itself?
Gilfin noticed as he exercised powerful magic on the battlefield and defeated his enemies.
The pleasure of destroying others with your own magic.It swells up inside you like nothing else.
Along with that, I remember.
The innocent joy of taking classes at the academy and thinking about how to use this magic.
That was who I was.
I want to use more powerful magic.
Gilfin was thirsty.
Magic worthy of reigning as king of the battlefield.
If you can do that, you'll follow me to your own country and beyond.
Now, I regretted not going to high school at Nork Magic Academy.
But anyway, those fertile wind-blown lands would not have allowed us to study the magic that kills our enemies most efficiently on the battlefield.
His interest was inevitably drawn to the power of darkness.
After all, the most powerful force in the world was the power of darkness.
However, unlike many dark enchanters, he chose not to become a dark magician.
Becoming a magician of darkness is synonymous with being enslaved by darkness.
I will not be a slave of darkness.
No, I'd rather enslave the darkness.
Even though it doesn't exist anymore, it was a cowardice belonging to a proud class.
Magician Gilfin stands by magic, but not by magic alone.
Underlying this is a nobility that no one can yield to.
The King of the Snakes is dark.
That rumor came into Gilfin's ear.
To counter this, the survival of the legendary mercenary group "Scorpion of Steel", formerly known as the "Scorpion King”, who once existed in the north, is moving.
It was convenient for Gilfin.
Survival of the "Scorpion of Steel" is scattered throughout the north.Few now lead their own mercenary regiments.
The Snakebone Mercenaries, led by the “King of the Snakes”, would be overwhelmingly disadvantaged, at least for a few years.
Approach the “King of the Snakes” to explore the secrets of dark power.
That's what Gilfin decided.
However, the Snake King's response to Gilfin's visit to the battle was quite arrogant.
"Bring a firedragon or a wolf's head if you want to belong to my faction."
Snake.
Gilfin distorted his mouth.
The Master of Darkness seems to be mighty.
Look down at me while you still can.
I'll take as many as you want with a wolf neck.
But I will always control the power of darkness.
This Gilfin has learned magic in the south and trained it in the northern wind.