Civilization Game

Jamuka has kept him as an ally ever since she heard of Ark's visit to the Temple.

Arc, as a virtual reality gamer, was blinded. If Jamuka were to face the challenger at the summit, Ark would have liked to start from the challenger's position and take the pinnacle. And once at the peak, I put everything down without a doubt and went into another world of battle. I was willing to be a challenger again there.

His march became like a legend among gamers. The top star gamer in the world of prestige, in a comprehensive sense, skillful in all genres and disciplines, not limited in any particular area.

Jamuka thought he was much younger than himself, but he was worthy of Arc's respect. Then I met him in the game of the gods who decide to give him this time.

From the moment I met him at the banquet, Jamuka has been relentlessly trying to become an ally of the Arc. The invasion of Abyss may have been tempting to Arc's information, but it was also an act to please him.

You can survive by climbing the arc. No matter how hard you try, you can get into third place. There was such 'absolute certainty'.

Eventually, his work, diplomatic transport, shone. It was promised to Caesar's soldiers. Jamuka prides himself on creating variables that will completely turn this situation upside down, rather than just waiting for death.

'Just a little longer, and reinforcements will come.'

But if he didn't anticipate something, the situation wasn't always going so optimistic.

The attack of the whitewash is becoming more and more persistent. Now that you know that the soldiers guarding the keep are weak, the White Tiger strikes down the fort with sincerity, not just as much as pretending to attack. Battles on the walls, such as the First Battle, are frequent.

A lot of people died. The walls have never bled dry. The stench of revolting blood and rotting corpses vibrate from all around.

Over time, as the casualties increased, all the grudges turned to Jamuka, who insisted that she would not give up the diary.

"Captain! Please reconsider your decision!"

"No, you just have to hit a girl! We have nothing to lose by accepting the challenge!"

"The opponent is a foreigner, but this is also a 'warrior's duel', right? You have to accept it, Captain!"

The chieftains rise again. At the chieftain's meeting, they repeatedly used the diary for Jamuka. They couldn't comprehend the Jamuka who stood by and said they wouldn't go.

The grumbling of chiefs as well as soldiers and ordinary citizens turned to Jamuka.

'The chief is locked in his room because he is afraid of a woman.'

'Too many people lost their lives because of the war that would have ended a long time ago, the blacksmith insisted.'

Baekjae also actively participated in shaking Jamuka. Often I send my best wishes, and once again I imprinted the souls of the diary, the promise of retreat, and the ancestors in the heads of the Arogenes soldiers.

As time went on, the public opinion of Jamuka worsened rapidly. For the people of Arogenes, the truth about whether or not the White Sea troops will bite down as a result of the diary was no longer important. Colleagues are dying, families are dying. Why does everyone want to be a great warrior and the great chieftain who has a mission to defend this country without breaking his will?

However,

This is what Lord was after.

Clearly, the perpetrator was a centurion. It was the whitewash that brought them to the edge of the cliff or killed the soldiers. Strangely, however, people's grumbling was directed at Jamuka, who was on their side.

'Is this a strategy?'

Jamuka sighs. Accepting the diary puts your life at risk, and if you don't accept it, other shamans and their people will blame you.

Absolutely perfect singularity.

The advice was that Jamuka, who had only lived in the world of battle, did not have the ability.

But it was not the time to admire the enemy's cunning. As the public opinion worsened, Jamuka also felt threatened. I summoned the chieftain's meeting, judging that it would not be enough for me to work hard and endure. The chiefs finally attended with anticipation, thinking Jamuka had changed his mind.

However, what they expected did not come out of Jamuka's mouth.

"I can't believe the white walkers are asking me to make a diary. Therefore, my decision remains the same. My request will bring reinforcements from Casar shortly. If we hold the Foot Hillland until then, we win!"

Despite concern about getting into the whites' ears, Jamuka proposed a vision of 'reinforcements' under the harsh oppression of public opinion. But the chieftains' reactions were dull. No, it was cold.

"Casar? What brings you here all of a sudden? They have no contact with us, do they?"

"Caesar believes, and why does Caesar say he doesn't believe?" Aren't they both the same foreign? "

"They can't be trusted either! If you don't send it after sending it, it's a horse-drop, right? Don't risk your life on foreign soil. We'll do everything in our power!"

Waiting for reinforcements was merely a passive choice in the fight against unsafe possibilities. They will eventually have to go back up to the bloody wall and feel the urge to tear their ears off more than a dozen times a day, hearing their nightmares and whimpering. Nothing has changed. What they wanted was a change.

"No objections. We hold out until Casar's reinforcements arrive! If you put up with this kind of talk again, I know you're challenging your authority!"

Jamuka comes out sternly without bending her will.

"Captain! We just want a reasonable explanation!"

At that time, the chief who stood up at the last meeting stood up and said,

"I've repeatedly told you that even if you accept the diary, you have nothing to lose! If I just deal with one girl..."

"You said no objections."

"Or maybe...."

The chief's eyes narrow.

"Are you afraid of her?"

Phew!

Before he finished speaking, Jamuka's spear leans against the chair and pierces the chief's skull.

"Big...!"

Blood splashes up like piss from a spear that pierces your forehead. The chieftain falls to the table without screaming a single word.

Bang!

The red matter soaked the table vigorously.

"There are no two warnings."

Through the cold air, Jamuka rolls his spear around and puts it on the floor.

"And I will not stand in the way of remarks that will dishonor me."

It's quiet as if it's dead around you.

Yeah, I should have done this with blood a long time ago. Jamuka tried to kick out of the conference room with a nasty smile.

"Captain!"

Then Amir, whose eyes turned red, stood up.

"…… what else?"

"No matter how much I think about it, I don't think this is it."

Amir shakes his head and mutters. Then he picks up his axe and aims at Jamuka.

"I challenge you, blacksmith, to a warrior duel!"

"……!"

"Ah, Chief Amir!"

Jamuka's eyebrows twitch. Blood splashes up on his face.

'…… how dare you challenge me.'

He was always the best on Earth and in this world. The reason I was able to stay there was a thorough retribution against the challenger. He raises his mouth.

"Fine. Bring it on."

The situation was becoming more and more devastating.

*

The fighter's duel, which suddenly began, was fought briefly in the courtyard in front of the meeting room.

However, the results were determined. Amir was a C + class powerless hero, and is still nothing compared to Jamuka. After a fierce fight, Amir is defeated.

Some chieftains who were inspired by Amir's duel asked Jamuka again. Jamuka fought three times in a row. As a result.

"... Phew."

Everyone wins.

There were three noble chieftains lying around on the floor. All the other chiefs were staring at him with their mouths wide open.

Jamuka smiles, sweating. Look, guys! I'm still alive!

"…… why."

Amir, who was lying on the floor, raises his head with difficulty.

"... You have such power! You're not gonna fight that bitch?"

Jamuka's expression grows worse.

'Even though he's punished thoroughly, he's still climbing.'

The challenger must be thoroughly trampled. You have to break the fangs that have been pushed in so that they will never rise again.

That was Jamuka's rule.

This is what it looks like to preserve your power ahead of your enemies and put your hands on it. Jamuka walks up to him, thinking about taking Amir's arm.

"You're right!"

Some of the chieftains shouted. Jamuka's pace stands still.

"I know the captain's fine! I know you're not afraid of her! Then why don't you save the people? Give me a reasonable explanation!"

"…… these guys are really!"

Feeling the blood spilling upside down, Jamuka walks out loud and throws a spear at his neck. The chieftain did not stop or evade. You just close your eyes and watch as the spear pierces through your neck.

Puhuack!

Scattered with blood, the chieftain falls to the ground with a hole in his neck.

"Do not question my orders! Anyone who sails will be ruled by death!"

Jamuka looks around, screaming. After winning all three fights, the one who protested immediately took his life. It would have completely taken over the atmosphere.

I thought so.

"……."

The chiefs do not bow, nor do they tremble with fear.

'Why.'

I saw the enemy in their eyes.

Why are you not praising my power as usual?

Why don't you get down on your knees and squeeze your head?

Jamuka was confused. What went wrong? It's a society where the power of aromatics is everything. It was, and it will be, and it will never be!

My head aches like it's about to explode. Jamuka finally reaps the spear and leaves like the wind.

*

The chieftains recovered the bodies and gathered back in the conference room.

"Two chieftains, like our brothers, died and one crippled."

The chiefs were all bound together.

"Even a blacksmith can't tolerate the chieftains of one tribe so easily. I don't think it's a good time to take a break."

"… I don't think the cactus is' normal 'right now."

The young chieftain raised his hand and said.

"What do you mean not normal? What's that supposed to mean?"

"Think about it. Was there really no sign?"

He's got a double cross in his eye.

"He was known not only for his strength, but also for his strong personality. The creation of the country Arogetsu was also contributed greatly by the person who embraced people. But think about it. Doesn't it seem like the captain's personality suddenly changed? It became more violent and more violent than before."

"……!"

When he's lucky, the report from the chiefs around him comes out.

"Bo, that's what I thought! His personality changed so much that he thought he was someone else. He used to stay away from the shadows and be cautious, but at some point, even the maids caught up with the village virgins and indulged in lewd activities all night long!"

"I didn't remember the people around me like I'd lost my memory. There was no commotion that dementia had come at a young age."

"By the way, has anyone seen you use a bow lately? The one who was praised as a palace and cared for the bow like his own body, left the bow behind and used only a spear that was not used well......"

"Phew. Ghosts will mourn. Why didn't you care until now?"

Speechless

"…… I didn't think I'd feel the same way about him."

One of Amir's chiefs opens his mouth. Everyone's gaze was drawn to him.

"I feel the same way about you. The captain's condition is not normal at this time. Originally, the order of the strongest warrior was absolute...... but now the fate of the country is at stake. I think we should make a decision."

"Let's put Chief Amir on the stand."

Another chieftain of the Amir Clan stood up and said,

"At this rate, everyone is really going to die. The warriors' statuses, fraud, and rations are low, so it's only a disadvantage if you try to buy time."

He grimaces as he appeals, continuing the story.

"By the way, can I trust the words of the blacksmith that are not normal? Casar's reinforcements may also be a delusion created by the Captain."

Once again, the left hand grumbles.

"Let's get rid of Jamuka and introduce Chief Amir to the new forge! That way, the white walkers won't be able to disagree with Chief Amir, who became the nation's greatest warrior, joining the diary! It doesn't matter if the white swans were garbage hypocrites who sold the souls of their ancestors. When they attack the fortress, they will open the gates and fight back! At this rate, everyone will starve to death. Shouldn't we fight each other even if we die?"

"Ooooo!"

"You're right!"

All the chieftains glanced at him and agreed. Or else. I thought I had a heartbreaking agenda.

"Chief Amir. No, Captain! Please make a decision!"

"Captain Amir!"

"……."

Amir closes his eyes and ponders as he listens. Everyone's solemn gaze gathers on him.

"... I see."

And finally, he nods as he decides.

"He's lacking, but now he's in an emergency state. I will gladly ascend to the position of captain if everyone wants me to."

With Amir's acceptance, the rest of the plan is faked. Jamuka decides to run the show at dawn, when the martial arts are on the move. Each chieftain summoned his men and decided to head for the king's quarters together.

However, there was a man who was silently listening to the meeting. A man who was paying attention to everyone's response as they cheered, his Holiness Luggrick sneaked off to the royal chambers before the late night reign of the other chiefs.

"Captain! Get up! Captain!"

"…… What is it?"

Jamuka raises the booth.

"Rebellion, Rebellion! You need to avoid the body!"

"… What?"

Blood runs in the eyes of Jamuka, who has heard all the fuss.

"How dare they...!"

He holds the spear he put in his chamber in his hand.

"Brace yourselves! You cannot defeat them all, no matter what the chancellor!" "

"Damn it!"

Jamuka bites her lips to bleed.

"I can't help it. The Foot Hillland is already wrong. You need to get out of here and work it out later."

"Get out of here!" "

Jamuka smiles.

"Outside the castle, the White Tiger's eyes are wide open, the city is full of Amir's minions who are trying to kill me, and the Foot Hillland is full of glitter on all sides. Where the hell am I supposed to go?"

"…… I have an idea."

Luggrick bows his head.