From a terminal Soldier to Monarch

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If the trap is dug, the enemy will be diverted.

Then you can predict the enemy's route of travel.

It was a simple operation, but it worked better.

“Lynd!"

Lind pulled the bow on my shout.

Fuvuvuvuvuvu!

Twenty arrows flew to exactly where they wanted to go.

“Chug!”

“Huff!”

You see an arrow through your neck with luck.

No, it's luck.

Lynd's eyes glow in terror.

I look back and see him put an arrow back in the demonstration.

He does not care about his surroundings, but bounces back and forth in the correct posture.

Ping!

One at a time, the enemy's throat is pierced.

I'm just amazed.

No matter how close you get, how can you accurately fit it like that?

I turned away from Lind and looked into the situation.

I was a mercenary.

I'm a tribal mercenary, but there was a reason I was used as a mercenary.

I'm terrible at using my body, but I wonder why they used me.

I am the lookout for the whole battlefield and an exhilarating tactician.

Especially when it comes to small group battles.

I shouted from the battlefield.

Ralph!

The Ralph Teenagers run in terror with twenty soldiers behind them.

Towards the horde of enemies who were just running towards Lynd.

Boom!

Ralph punches him in the face.

You can see the blood and teeth bouncing off from afar.

“Die!”

Puck!

He picks up his sword and stabs him in the neck.

“Whoa! Follow the commander! ”

The Ralph Teenagers were explosive.

Especially not as bad as a charge.

So I put an axe in there.

Victory.

My troops turn the axe in their hands.

Blow! Blow! Whip! Bam!

One strike at a time, calm as if you were cutting down a tree.

When someone aims for themselves and stabs the spear, they turn around and dodge and hit their head with a sack.

The man who was beaten is still down.

You don't have to die to die.

Immediately, I couldn't see the man who had been trampled under the feet of an ally and an enemy.

It looked like a struggle, but it wasn't at all.

You dug a trap in the first place and plotted your alliance. When we defeated one, we defeated three enemies to win the battle.

What I prepared was a wedge-type advance.

The lead, of course, was that way.

Former knight, Canneruck.

He runs with a sword in his hand, and slays the enemy in a heartbeat.

The moment the blade flashes, the enemy slashes his throat and kneels on his knees with a fountain of blood in the sky.

You walk rough. One by one, no one stands in front of his sword.

‘Good fight. ’

I was able to guess exactly what Cannerruck was capable of.

I fight better than a regular knight. On a strict level, it was more than intermediate combat strength.

Clean inspection and minimal movement.

Reduces the number of enemies by one, without consuming health.

He doesn't even seem to have wielded his sword a few times, but five hostiles fall at his feet.

He knew his role on the battlefield.

Canneruck had to be feared by the enemy.

When morale is low, losing is a fight.

I caught his eye with the breasts of one of the dead.

‘White Captain.’

A fish caught. And the enemy reacts as soon as the fish does.

Two more of the same grade commanders protrude out from the gate of the Canneruck's destruction.

“Not by yourself! Collaborate!”

There were two that fit together.

Both were white captains.

Ka River!

Canneruck's unforgivable blade stops at the enemy's blade for the first time.

‘It won't be easy to decide. ’

“Turn around! Turn around!”

Even the enemy has a head spinning.

They shout and circle back from outside the battlefield.

Looking back, you can see that Dowager Captain Dowager Dowager has just led the troops in the form of a separate party.

I didn't have to stop them.

I let him keep his head down.

Some come through the tent, and some come running through.

Immediately, three teenagers of the enemy advance into formation.

It was the moment the blade hit the back of the ally's head.

“Trot!”

“Oh!”

Along with a strange groan, you throw the torch that Trot was holding in his hand.

A torch that swung and flew.

If any of them had been beaten in silence, they would have been spies.

Armored soldiers dodge the torch.

Throwing torches at soldiers everywhere, including Trot.

Don't let them all come out.

It wasn't hard.

Throwing away is like the original human instinct.

Glug-ug-ug-ug!

And the ground beneath them burns.

“Ahhhh!”

“Fire!”

“Get out! ”

By the time they do, Fedel's already brought twenty soldiers.

They're all troops with long spears.

A swift army of spears.

All of them were long-legged soldiers and their scout commanders were also included on this side.

“Don't let him out! Stab!”

“Kill them all! ”

“Don't let it get to you! ”

It was only a matter of time before the enemy's star unit died.

The moment I saw the Canneruck captured by two white commanders, I took the Throwing Dagger out of my arms.

‘It's not what it used to be. ’

[Speech Skill: 21]

Skill level changed to ten units. Of course, it wasn't a kind explanation.

There was a difference I could feel.

I feel like the dagger in my hand is lighter, and I can close my eyes and hit an apple outside of a hundred paces.

I felt a clear sensation in my whole body.

I felt the sensation and threw the dagger into the air, one in each hand.

At the same time as I received it, I reached my hand forward.

Phew! Phew! Puck!

There is one sound going forward, but there are two sticking sounds.

Wide field of view is like real-time location of an enemy.

My dagger was only aimed at the Dozens of the EightMoon.

“Ah! Commander! ”

“Glug!”

The man who dies from foaming at the top of his lungs, the man who collapses at the bottom of his lungs, all different.

The dagger I had prepared was full of ten.

I threw six sacks in a snap.

“Now!"

Two of my fellow commanders run in my cry.

Towards where I threw the dagger.

They've been watching me from the start.

They are responsible for shredding the heads of their enemies.

If I kill the Dozens, I kill the right-wing enemy.

The X.O. is the head of a small army.

It's my job to make enemies without their heads, and the rest of their torso is theirs.

After all, this battlefield was a struggle to reduce the number of enemies.

“Smash them all! ”

Serca, with the iron mace, smashes the head of the enemy.

The enemy appears to be lopsided and with a cervical spine protruding out.

Boom! Boom!

The sound of the strike echoes.

I took a step back. I had to have a wider view.

I killed all the Dozens nearby.

See with your eyes, hear with your ears, and throw with your senses.

It's a simple act, but I feel like my brain is spinning three or four times faster than usual.

My hands moved busy again.

*

The soldier who gave Chris the boots trembled.

‘I'm going to die. ’

I volunteered for Earl Ludwig's army for my old parents and younger brother.

As a result, we obtained grain for months to eat.

And he was sold off to the military.

‘I'm scared.'

The battle does not suit you.

That he knew better.

“Urat!”

A Dowager Commander steps forward and breaks the heads of two soldiers with arms.

The moment the mace protrudes, the enemy's head explodes and their neck snaps.

Bribes and blood splattered everywhere.

The Boot Soldier who saw it got nauseous, but he endured it.

Cools nausea on the first battlefield. I was not unfamiliar with it, but not unfamiliar.

But I had no choice but to hold up my spear.

The Boot Soldier realizes he really isn't cut out for battle.

My arms and legs were stiff.

In his eyes, he sees an armored soldier running fiercely.

He runs very slowly, but his body won't budge.

“Die!”

His mouth pops open and a cough erupts.

The window is closing in on you.

Why is it so slow?

If I'm going to die, I'd rather this all be over soon.

That's what I thought. I closed my eyes.

I didn't have the courage to face the moment of death.

‘Mother.’

What will happen to the little brother and parents if they die?

At the moment of my death, I was worried about the house.

Puck!

You hear a terrible sound.

‘It doesn't hurt to have a spear in my throat. ’

I guess you don't feel pain at the moment of death.

I opened my eyes thinking like that.

“Come to your senses. ”

You turn your head to the voice next to you, and you see a familiar face.

The man who gave me his boots.

He is a scout commander who changed the 7th Infantry.

He's a terminal soldier, but he knows boot soldiers.

This man, this army wouldn't have changed if it wasn't for this boy.

I instinctively felt it, even if I didn't give it a reason.

He is a saint, a man who has lifted the curse.

“Are you okay?"

He asked.

The Boot Soldier nods.

The breeding sound was not from his neck.

I can see a soldier aiming at me.

There was a blade in his throat.

Chris grabbed it and pulled it out.

The Boot Soldier seemed to be crying for no reason.

“Stand back. It's real.”

*

I rescued a soldier and made fun of him again.

You even retrieved the Dagger a dozen times and rescued a dangerous ally soldier.

“Whew.”

I exhaled and wiped the blood off my face.

The liquid in the bowl was dried.

If you look in the mirror now, you'll see a red face.

‘Just now.’

My body moves without me even knowing it.

A soldier who gave me boots. You hurl the dagger as you run.

It was a bit of a trick, but it worked.

Thanks to you, I saved a soldier.

Instead, you feel overwhelming pressure coming from across the street.

Puck!

A soldier's body disintegrates with a loud sound.

A soldier of Sercado. His body is cut in half and his intestines spill over the floor.

I saw Glaive, and the man who heard it.

‘I think I've found a place to die. ’

Five hundred men.

I'm guessing the five white commanders didn't hold hands.

‘Knighthood.’

I'm unlucky.Knights are usually commanded by the Thousand Tribe.

However, even if I can't see the enemy commander of the Five Hundred Commanders, he still looks Canner-Luck.

That's why I'm a knight.

“Whoa.”

I confronted Hülken and thought about it many times.

Where are my strength levels now?

Nearby, there are better people in my past life.

Digo, Axe, Fedel, Ralph, Canneruck.

If it's the same as before, Fedel is worth it.

Ralph doesn't know. Without residuals, I'm going to lose.

Cannerucks were an unbeatable position.

What is my current level of force?

Can I beat the Canneruck?

I raised my spear.

I've had a chance to find out. In action, not in battle.

*

Kick!

Canneruck thought, swinging his sword.

‘It was too late. ’

If I'd woken up a little sooner, I wouldn't have been so tied up.

It was hard for me to even paint my old skills.

Taking a step back, the vigorous enemy raises his spear.

You snap at it and slap the spear with your sword, avoiding it.

Kick!

One of them shifts.

You can end it here if you want to.

Heave!

A longsword stabs you in the neck.

Canneruck twists and avoids.

It's too much for two. It's been a while since we've had a good shot at it.

“Be careful.”

“Let's buy some time. ”

Time?

The situation was favorable for Sercado.

With this much commotion, an army of allies will come and send a messenger to the courtyard.

Do you think they're stupid enough to say that?

The beauty of an ambush operation is to hit and fall quickly.

So time had to be on his side.

Canneruck is wide open.

The two white captains of Armstrong did not go after themselves.

I only had enough distance to grab my feet.

‘It's annoying.’

If it weren't for these two, I'd be wading through a horde of soldiers.What a waste for a soldier to die in the meantime.

“You moved.”

As soon as he hears you, Canneruck looks back to the left.

Puwak!

The neck of an ally soldier flies into the sky.

I see a man with a giant glaive.

Along with the sound of the thumping again, I saw a soldier in midair spilling his intestines.

It's only two cuts, but Canneruck frowns at the sight.

When I was in a good mood, I felt that I was as good as myself.

Of course, you have to fight to find out.

But I knew instinctively. If we don't stop that, this fight will be lost.

And he was the only one who could stop him on the battlefield now.

“No way!”

As you make your move, the enemy's spear flies back.

Knuckle.

I clenched my teeth and looked at the two white commanders of the enemy.

I might have to throw one arm away to see the battle.

Thump! Thump!

We bump into each other a couple of times. Canneruck tries to resign, and two white captains try to stop him.

Meanwhile, two white commanders make a splash.

It's a long way to get back on your feet.

The two eyes turn to the left of the Canneruck, which means the enemy knight who showed up earlier.

Canneruck's gaze naturally turned.

I can see the enemy's footsteps have stopped.

And a little boy who was standing in front of it.

‘Chris.'