From a terminal Soldier to Monarch

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Whoo-hoo!

It was only one Howling, but I knew for sure.

It wasn't the cry of a wild dog.

It gave me chills all over my body.

Flame on.

Blood splatters into the axe's hands, and Digo buries his anxious eyes.

“Aren't we going too far? ”

"Once outside the designated area, it is a field."

It is said to be the border between Sercago and Palmoon.

Here, the moment you encounter an enemy, it is the place where you draw your sword and glance at each other to pick each other's throats.

“It's okay.”

I relieved the two of you for pretending to be born.

The man who led us began to move swiftly.

Drugged, stumbling and running violently.

Smash!

I was crushed on the ground from my head on a rock.

But I got up and ran.

“I'm coming after you.”

Something was happening where he was headed.

I chased after the burinake.

Axe and Diego followed me.

Bang, bang!

When you look away from the noise, you see dozens of wild dogs.

“A lot.”

Digo said.

There are so many.

The three of you did not just jump in and take the leader by surprise.

Once here, retreat.

“Wait.”

I grabbed them and switched them to the wind.

If something goes wrong, it'll just spill out.

I counted roughly the number of wild dogs with my eyes.

‘At least thirty. ’

They draw a circle and aim for the man in the middle.

It was like a bunch of white fur.

You can see the white mane shining with sunlight.

The white beast emits a blue glare and swings its long tail.

Puck!

Then a running wild dog falls out.

Grrrrrrr.

It's creepy.

As soon as I hear crying, my muscles become rigid and my nerves become dull.

I bit my tongue to catch the spirit of being distracted.

Win.

The taste of blood was in my mouth.

Looking aside, you can see Diego and the axe drooling.

You pinch their thighs.

“Hmm."

“Ugh.”

The two of them groaned and woke up.

“What's that? ”

Digo asks. Even the axe frowns.

My body trembles just by living in tears that are quite a distance away.

“Wolves.”

Let me look at him and say it.

Say if the axe shakes its head.

“It's not a wolf. ”

It is an absurd pronunciation due to crude voices.

But it was understandable.

“Right. Not just wolves. ”

That doesn't make me a monster.

“He's called the White Wolf. ”

White Wolf, also known as King of the Snowy Mountain.

He used to live so hard on the mountain, why is he here?

I've been watching them closely.

The neck of the wild dog in the tail is snapped and flutters on the ground.

You were killed in a blow.

It was an amazing power.

‘I'm not going to rush you. ’

"Boss, I see a smiling hound."

He still smiles if he can't manage his face.

Dozens of these wild dogs can't even reach the White Wolf's toes.

There is literally a lump sitting in the middle of the chicken.

"Why?"

Soon I could find out why.

A wolf is bleeding between its hind legs.

"Injured?"

No, a herd of strays can't drive a wolf away with injuries.

‘Birth.’

Pregnant, and it's coming soon.

The maternal love of the White Wolf is famous.

They nest and live in frozen places when they pee, so when they are born, they freeze and die.

So the white wolf comes down around then and finds a place to escape.

‘It must have come down from the Gateway. ’

Across the border called the field, the mountains boast of Palmun.

White hat, whose eyes don't melt at the top of the season.

It's called a mountain in a pure white hat.

It is the Gateway to Armory, where Heaven Hye's fortress is located.

Even so, the whole pack of wild dogs can't drive them away like this.

Piri.

I heard a flute. I opened my eyes and looked beyond.

Have you seen this big guy with the liver?

I saw the man with the short flute in his hand.

If it wasn't for that sound, he hid himself so delicately that he would never have noticed.

The swarm of wild dogs moves with the sound of the flute.

She has a history of shepherding and can handle dogs differently.

‘The Ranger of Palm Moon. ’

A scout from an enemy country.

I saw what I saw, and I saw the two next to me.

“What do I do?”

Digo asks.

‘What should I do?'

This is your land. The enemy's scouts are greedy now.

‘The White Wolf is only worthy of its corpse. ’

Nevertheless, I am greedy

The White Wolf, in some places, is closer to a deity called the Guardian God.

‘Good thing I didn't die trying. ’

Of course it usually is.

I put it all in my head.

‘A white wolf who came down to give birth. ’

‘A scout from Eichmann who happened to see it. ’

He thinks it's hard to catch them alone, so he must have found a herd of wild animals.

He has a knack for manipulating animals with flutes, so he thinks it's worth a try.

"Digo, have you ever killed a man?"

“· · Once. ”

It must have been my experience on the battlefield.

You turn your eyes to the axe.

“Are you good with an axe? ”

A soldier's share is enough for my eyes.

“Very well. ”

He said.

It's still a crude pronunciation.

‘You're not from this continent. ’

Then I know why I grew a beard.

His exotic appearance was concealed by a rich beard covering his skin.

Digo had a beard, but now he looks like his age by washing his beard with a dagger in the woods last time.

“How well do you write? ”

“Very well. ”

Once we've calculated our power to a minimum.

After Howling, the white wolf did not move like a statue, lowering its posture.

There's a cub in the belly, so you won't be able to use a brace.

You won't get half as much power.

“Just a little more! ”

A loud voice echoes from afar.

I was excited.

The enemy Ranger soon lost his mind to the fact that he could catch the White Wolf.

‘It's not difficult. ’

As long as these two keep to a minimum.

"Digo, don't be so clumsy."

“Don't worry. ”

A soldier who's been on the battlefield once.

I have different eyes.

Okay, then.

I took out the spider silk first.

It overlapped three layers.

It's temporary, but it'll replace the wire.

“· · · Okay? ”

After giving some instructions, I started to move.

Knng!

Along with the cry of the wild dog, take off your feet.

Sakak.

Nobody cared about the sound of my steps.

However, I looked into the condition of the wolf with my eyes.

‘Not yet. ’

If it wasn't for that Flute, I'd still be out there killing all those swarms of wild dogs by myself.

‘Two targets. ’

Kill the enemy Ranger and return safely.

Beep, beep!

Whoa, whoa!

The flute sounds and the wolf cries again.

The wolf's head turns to the side.

The blue glare points to the exact enemy scout.

A light filled with grudges.

In the meantime, I've moved faster.

Puck!

The neck of the wild dog in the tail is snapped.

Boom!

I bite the body of the approaching creature completely.

The mouth will soon turn red.

The white wolf shines a blue glare and moves vigorously.

It's hard to imagine that she's about to give birth.

You bash the heads in with your forelegs and bite the necks of the elders.

Crack crack!

Six wild dogs lay flat on the floor with their flesh in their tracks.

‘No luck in the wind. ’

If I were a sensitive animal, I'd know I existed.

A backwind. The wind blows from behind my back towards the wolf.

The human body was like a warning sign to the beast.

In the meantime, after finishing a task, I'm positioned on the diagonal side of the scout.

“Damn it. Just a little more. ”

You hear him mumbling.

The distance is only ten steps away.

You pick your breath slowly and keep an eye on the enemy.

I saw a little flute in my hand.

If that's not it, it'll be hard to control the pack of wild dogs.

Did he send a dog to our village regularly? ’

Neither likely nor unlikely

I put on my leather hat and grew a stubborn beard.

She looks over 25 years old.

I see a short word on my left waist.

‘Right-handed.’

On the other side of the waist, there was also a pouch and a long canopy.

Are you paralyzed? ’

"When you look at the shape of the tortoise, it's kind of a mouth-breathing thing."

And that kind of weapon usually uses paralysis.

He enjoys hunting when he sees the skill of manipulating animals.

A man who specializes in hunting and tracking, rather than frontal combat. ’

As a scout, I am superior to you.

So it's good to read numbers.

I have eyes on the enemy's weapons and status, and know that the operation will prevail.

I opened my mouth wide and took a deep breath.

I purposely breathed silently.

Fluffy.

This is the moment when a flawed and surprised enemy turns his head toward me.

“You!”

I scratched my collar, shouting in a loud voice, and leaning forward.

He doesn't even check me out. He turns around.

And then I ran.

You think he didn't know there was less of this place in his head?

Probably not

You'd be nervous and ready to run.

As expected.

The user looks behind her feet quickly and tightly, and pulls out the barrel.

That's almost like one move.

No way.

I hid behind a thick tree.

A great obstacle has arisen between him and me.

He didn't know what to do with me either.

Running away would have been the first.

I saw the direction he was running behind the tree.

When people are embarrassed, they tend to go to a familiar place.

He didn't have time to think.

Depending on your instincts, you run to the side where your ally is, and to the side where the road is well-paved.

Tuck!

That's why I got caught in the trap I set.

It's just a web of spiders hanging from a tree.

We have enough to take him down.

Scream!

He leans in half.

Then he drops the barrel and rolls on the ground with one hand.

It was an amazing reflex nerve.

I might have lost if I'd stayed in the right place.

Of course, I had no intention of going after him alone.

I drove him to one side in a big circle to the left, for this.

Heave!

The axe falls from the head of the fallen one.

Puck!

On the other side of the tree, the axe and digo are already in place.

“I didn't need it either. ”

Digo said.

Even if he was careless, he came all the way here by himself.

I couldn't deny he was quite capable.

‘Lucky me. ’

He was careless, and I found him first.

Finding or not finding in a reconnaissance battle is one of the winning and losing factors.

If it wasn't for the flute, he hid so subtly that he couldn't find it.

Blood and bribery flooded the floor.

I grabbed the shortsword from his waist.

And on the way out, he picks up the spilled canyon.

This is the result of gaps and carelessness.

He expected to flee as soon as he saw me, and so did his retreat.

“How do you know all this? ”

Digo spoke to himself.

I admire the direction you run, the way you drive your enemies, and all that.

It's experience, son.

“I used my head. ”

I turned with the horse.

Queek!

We deal with scouts.

The battle between the wolves and the pack of wild dogs is also closing in on the last minute.

The white wolf was also bleeding from the chest, wounded in the process.

"Axe, you've got your strength, right?"

He nods.

I took the two of them back behind the hounds.

If we fight like this, the alpha hounds will flee.

And maybe we'll get serious again, depending on our habits.

I can't miss that.

I dug through the enemy scouts and retrieved the intrusion I found.

From there, I took a needle and put it in a barrel.

Skunk, Skunk!

The leader field dog barks violently.

I ran and aimed at him.

Hook!

Exhale.

A needle flew in and plunged into the trunk of a wild dog.

Skunk, Skunk!

He barks in agonizing pain and looks back.

“George.”

The axe swings the axe, and Digo runs with the spear.

I turned my eyes away.

Aim for the wolf.

The blue glare glowed heavily.

Bloody, but powerful presence and a man who slaughters wild dogs behind his back.

It was only a matter of time before the wolves split up and fled.

Meanwhile, the axe cuts off the head of the leader's hounds.

“Well done.”

With compliments, I keep an eye on the Sloane Wolf.

I want to avoid facing the White Wolf.

If you get caught wrong, you dive straight into the Jordan River.

I was going to back off.

That wolf is clever. He'll know he helped himself.

I decided that if I left like this, there wouldn't be any big problem.

By the way.

Whoa, whoa!

Howling of wolves, a desperate cry catches me.

You can see the wolf with its head raised across the scattered group of wild dogs.

"Why?"

The crying had a definite meaning.

Wait, don't go yet.

Skunk, Skunk!

The whole pack flees, leaving no survivors.

After everything disappeared, the wolf held its position for a moment.

Then the neck is soft and twisted.

‘Oh, shit. ’

I could recognize it at a glance.

He's weak. He sticks his head to the ground, braces his chin, and breathes out a short breath.

His eyes and mine met again.

A dark blue pupil was visible instead of a large eyelight.

Slowly, the light of the pupils dissipates.

I carefully approached him.

‘Poor kid. ’

You came down here to have a baby, and now you're dying without a fucking wand.

How unfair it must be to die in childbirth.

I'll write you a good fur.

Animals die and leave their hides.

Queek.

It's between his legs.

A small, thin groan pierces your ears.

A small piece of blood connected to the umbilical cord rises between the crotch.

He hasn't even opened his eyes yet.

“The cub survived. ”

Digo says.

"Yes, I have eyes, you know."

Burning your last life force to give birth to a baby?

An amazing maternal love. It's amazing.

Queek.

When the cub grunts and struggles, it twists.

If we leave him here, he'll die.

So, what do we do now?