Armed Summoners - Black Spears and the Brave Men of the Other World

Gordon-Fenec didn't think his life was unhappily cursed.

At the beginning of the run out of luck, I would have been left to Nagrasia. No, it's not fundamentally the same as a left transition, I know. It is also impossible for relatives to rejoice in the promotion. But he was a HR far from the future he wanted, and that's why he tried to convince himself even by thinking it was a left transition.

Third Dragon Scale General. It could be said that he was a commander of a regiment with a thousand and five hundred men, and that he was in quite a position as an officer of the Zalwarn army. Salaries aren't bad either. It is also true that discontent and anxiety also made the daily work forget, surrounded by willing men and the people of the city, and were happy. There was no shadow of misfortune there.

If the days of tranquillity continued as they were, that might have been a good life. The Fenec family would have brought it back as a lineage there.

But fate knocks Gordon into the abyss of despair.

Nagrasia was assaulted by Gandia's forces, and he abandoned the city without the art of exchange and had to withdraw. About half survived in the Third Dragon Scale Army. Had Nagrasia's renunciation been decided sooner, the sacrifice would have been minimal, but I never would have thought it would have been easy to break through the castle gate in the first place. Neither the soldiers who were on alert, nor those who instructed the door to be closed and moved, must have thought they would be lightly destroyed.

Everyone should have recognized that we could buy time to prepare an interception posture. No, you would have thought you could carry more than that, and you would have tried to make a reinforcement request to the other Dragon Scale troops. That's the right decision to make. What is not one mistake?

Gordon, who was knocked up, was also relieved to hear reports of the successful closure of the South Gate shortly afterwards. But peace of mind was betrayed in an instant. It goes without saying that reports that the gates have been destroyed and enemy soldiers have fallen into an avalanche have made Gordon and the captains' pale faces even bluer.

There was no other option but to withdraw.

Gordon didn't really think they would win over Zalwarn for surrendering to the Gandhian army. I just let one small town fall in an ambush. It is a legend that Zalwarn's total strength will even double that of Gandhia, who drank Logner, and even if Gandhia mobilized his allies' forces, he will not win.

The last person to laugh is Zalwarn.

That's what Gordon believed until he arrived at Zeol.

But the presence of the Holy Generals Ginavy-Lyburn and Fay-Vridia, sent to Zeol, leads to discomfort for him.

As the son of the Lord of the Nation, Ginavi, an armed summoner from Dinobot Cave, was waving the title of Holy General and trying to come up with something outrageous.

Gathering troops according to the Lord's orders against the Gandhian army is fine. Gordon was under him, trying to do everything he could, and his colleague Kerr had the same idea. Anyway, there's nothing we can do without getting rid of the Gandhian army from the land of Zalwarn. For that reason, we have to go military, even if we don't mean it.

But Zinarvi began to say that he would crusade the Sixth Dragon Scale Winged General Zarka-Beaudy, who would be stationed next to Zeol in Slook, and so on. There is also something wrong with Zarka, who does not accept the request of the Holy General, who has received the life of the Lord, but I suppose he also wanted to set up a defense for Thruke.

Or did you not allow pride, such as the fact that you, who have previously worked as a soldier powdered yourself, are used in the jaw for the Son of the Lord?

Either way, Zarka's judgment is difficult, but it wasn't if the allies were arguing with each other in this situation where enemy forces were entering the country. Gordon, along with Kerr, tried to flatter Ginarvi, but when he visited him, the two were silent.

Ginarvi was killing something that disagreed with his idea.

Both Gordon and Kerr had to be dolls who shut up and obeyed their promises. I don't want to die here. That was the real deal, and for no other reason. No, there's a reason. It means Ginarvi is the Holy General, the superior officer of the Wing General. Obeying superior orders is a perfectly correct decision as a soldier. Especially since he is under the orders of the Lord of the Nation. It was clear to his eyes that the order was officially issued.

And the Saint Dragon Army, led by the Holy General, advanced Zeol and approached Thruke. I could get to the front of the gate lightly, but I guess that's natural too. Try the soldiers of the Sixth Dragon Scale Army and the armies of your allies will only come. I can't think of anyone who has come to crusade against General Wing, etc.

Wing General Zarka must have just taken a heavy look at the situation.

When he showed up with several executives before the Ginarvi's, he asked him.

"What is this all about? Temple of the Holy Admiral."

The eyes of the old general with gray hair seemed full of doubt to Gordon.

Ginarvi, accompanied by Faye, advanced in front of Zarka. The stately stature had even made Zarka, the fierce warrior, look smaller. Gordon didn't feel sorry for Zarka. At the same time, I wanted to praise myself for relying on Kerr, not Zarka. At least, if I had relied on Zarka, I would have had to confront Ginarvi.

"I made a declaration. Discuss the rebel Zarka-Beaudie,"

"Just kidding. When did I rebel?

Who says you can't comply with the Holy General's request?

Ginarvi's voice sounded low and bottom-cold, unlike his usual height. It's amazing. I can't help but think that's the man back from hell, and I'm glad I didn't defy him, stroking his chest down.

"To make Thruke act as a barrier to the Dragon House, it is imperative that you have more than your existing troops. Until I said I couldn't break it. Let's lend as much as we can, as long as we have the strength."

You didn't like what Zarka said, Ginarvi yawned heavily. Faye next door is laughing.

"Then make a request to the center. The Sixth Dragon Scale Army will join the Saint Dragon Army and be under my command."

Zarka paled her face to Ginarvi's by-doman orders. Too much anger, maybe the blood caught my mind.

"What a fool......!

"Do you mean to render Thruke defenseless!

"Then there's the wall to the center......!

Zarka's men also protested verbally, but Ginarvi just seemed annoyed.

"If it's enough to put up a line of defense here, you just have to hit it out. That's what you're fighting for, isn't it?

"That's why we're gathering troops from the center..."

Shut up.

Gordon watched Zarka's neck dance through the universe when Fay-Vridia told him it looked like a pain in the ass. The old general's face dancing in the sky as he bled out his anger at Ginarvi, and he didn't even realize he'd been killed.

Gordon was flashy. When she approached Zarka and pulled out her short knife was not perceived by Gordon, who did not have excellent visual acuity.

"Rebellion Zarka, take it away."

When Ginarvi spoke out loud, the executives of the Sixth Dragon Scale Army learned of the death of Wing General Zarka and screamed after being distracted. Maybe we thought we'd be killed again, too.

"Better than this, you're under my control. Otherwise you'll just die. Do you understand?"

When Ginarvi told them, they swore to lay low and obey.

Gordon did not know whether he should curse his own misfortune or rejoice in his living good fortune.