From a terminal Soldier to Monarch

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“We have to go back! ”

Slythy shouts. Lynd scratches his ear.

“Shut up. I can't hear you. ”

“That's your plan to leave us alone with the commander? ”

Sapera also approached and said. Lynd knows they have more experience on the battlefield than they do.

I also know that it is right to listen to their opinions.

But not now.

“Enemies in there, Elite Soldiers in there. ”

Slythy said again. I'm worried, but I don't think I have the courage to jump in there. No, you're probably right to say no.

Lynd's eyes turn to the terrain called the Fog Well. A place filled with dark smoke paid for its name.

The cracked black smoke does not escape.

‘An elite bag. ’

One is also a knight. Even without saying it, he could not be a regular soldier with a prominent moon symbol on his helmet.

I didn't ask you to kill me. Moon symbols. I wouldn't be able to do it if I wasn't confident in my skills.

Lind was grateful this operation wasn't in her head. I'm still worried about that guy who went into the black smoke.

No matter how much we believe, we don't know where and how things will go wrong. Lynd's heart beats because he knows the misfortune of that coincidence.

‘There's nothing to worry about. ’

As I look back on myself, I see Digo and the axe encouraging the horse to look at the smoke. Lynd disguised himself.

Slythy and Sapera have beautified the cavalry even at this moment. Nicknamed the Crazy Cavalry, there is a reason to survive on the battlefield.

They sought to advance the cavalry so that they could move at any time in this situation. Lind didn't stop them.

I also understood how to take care of the cavalry and run like hell to talk to myself.

“So you're going in there? ”

Lind asks, and Slythi goes deaf with honey. He swallowed and said.

“So what do we do? ”

You want me to abandon the commander? I felt like I was asking.

Lind turns away from him, now looking at the fog well full of black smoke.

“Me and Captain Chris, Digo and the axe were trained by the same master. ”

The training is about building strength and learning skills. Such a simple statement was unacceptable pain.

‘It was hard.’

Self, Diego, and Axe endured hell. The best of them, of course, was Chris.

To him, tequila was harsh. One day I wondered if I just hated Chris enough to want to kill him.

Of course it was a misunderstanding and a misunderstanding.

“At the age of ten, I was called Weapon Breaker. ”

According to Technologies, I knew the moment I saw Chris' weapon destruction technique. Chris learned the same thing as they did, but the results were different.

“And twenty I was the most popular person in the social world. ”

Next thing I know, Lind hasn't caught up with his 10-year-old skill level yet.

Thinking back to Tequila's words, Lind said,

“We aimed to follow what the teacher had done at that age. ”

Targeting it means Shui couldn't achieve it.

It's not the goal, it's the task, it's the task, and there's only one person who can do it, or is more skilled than that.

When Digo and the axe mimicked only 15 skills, Chris captured twenty skills. Lind opens her mouth.

“You have nothing to worry about. ”

The current Chris was strong.

*

The black smoke that I handed out to the crew was not just smoke. It was the role of making thick, dense and heavy fog.

This act takes away your vision and distracts your senses.

Puck!

This is the moment you took another life.

“Damn it!”

“Son of a bitch! ”

“Ahhhh!”

I can't even see my hands. I can only hear the smell of blood and the death of my colleagues. Some of them had collapsed and stabbed their weapons everywhere.

Nevertheless, they survived. The name Elite Soldier was not a waste.

“Oh, fuck you. ”

Spit out your swear words and bite your molars. I can't see it, but I can feel the strength of the enemy.

Excellent. I was amazed and moved again.

Slowly, without rush.

I didn't even have to dance. The fog well was used to keep the smoke from escaping.

My sharp senses within it caught up with the killing of the enemy. I make spears in my life.

In my previous life, I thought of closing my eyes, closing my nose, and unlocking the lock. It was all about touch and hearing.

Compared to that, it's easy. It was easy enough. Senses of sensitivity reveal the location of the enemy. Numerous exercises tell you where to put your spear to kill your enemies.

I just repeated myself over and over and over again.

“Don't move! ”

Then, the captain of the enemy shouts. I remember his voice. He was laughing at me.

“Stay where you are, even if you die. ”

That's not a bad judgment. A key to catching a moving stance. I'll catch up with you if you don't read about living there.

Puck.

I shot the ground on purpose.

“There!”

Boom!

The wave of the sword resonates. A sharp life in it pierces me.

Despair, a family named Despair always wears two kinds of castles and swords.

Wishy and Despair. Great Swords and Shortswords.

A very unique heretic is a characteristic of this family. So that moment you're building towards me was a sharp shortsword.

Chang!

The iron chunk screams as the spear slashes against the shortsword.

“There!”

“Don't move! ”

As the enemy moves, the commander shouts again. If many move, we can't catch them. That's what he said. The voice of relaxation disappeared.

“My talent ends here. ”

No, I have a lot of tricks left.

Tuk-tuk.

You idiots. Did you really think you could put smoke all over this place and chase you all the way through the window?

You're so naive.

You kill the living, then fall back and sprinkle the kelp.

A thick, sharp thorn splits across the floor.

“There!”

The opponent reacts to the movement.

Smash!

I rush to the ground.

Puck.

The sharpened spine retreats as quickly as it rushes. Though the vision was obscured by the smoke, it felt vivid.

“You, you coward. ”

I wonder what happened to the young laughter on my face by now. I could bet a platinum coin on it.

I'm pretty sure his ugly jaw is sagging right now.

I didn't answer. Instead, I took the throwing dagger out of my arms. No, my tricks don't end here.

Dig a trap with a drop of kelp and throw the dagger out of your chest. Place the spear firmly next to you.

Throw the dagger in the direction of the sound, except for the leader.

Heave!

Avoiding a flying dagger in the dark?

Or a visionary who stands on several levels.

Assassins who were trained to be assassins from birth and trained to do so may be able to do so without blood or tears.

Unlucky for the enemy.

Here, no one could escape my dagger in this smoke.

“Grr!”

One scream for a dagger.

[Speech Skill: 48]

In practice, my skills in writing rose. The screaming enemy shouts.

“Fight with me! ”

Yeah, next, asshole.

This is the battlefield and the field. You chased me off the battlefield with a hundred men, and now you're here to fight?

I just threw the dagger. I knew it would be so thin that I prepared a loose throwing dagger that didn't even have a handle.

“Get out of the smoke! ”

The commander has made his final choice.

*

“Oh, someone's coming! ”

Hee-young!

The horse is driven out of the darkness. Excellent horseback riding. You would have encouraged a fearful horse.

“Hostiles!”

Lynd does not hesitate to pull the demonstration at the shouting of his allies. An arrow flew and barely escaped the head of the enemy.

Puck!

Keep crouching.

“I won't let any of the bastards I sell to live here. ”

Lind told the cavalry. Several livers rush out of the original entrance, but that was the end.

You have been sacrificed by the arrows of the emerging cavalry and Lynd. On the other side of the trail stands Digo and the axe.

The narrow passageway makes it hard to find, but even those who can barely find them can't get through.

“Ahhhh!”

The man coming out of the smoke rolls the floor with his arms cut off. Soon the enemy cried out.

“Demon! Demon! There's a demon in there! ”

He points to the fog well while bleeding iron with his remaining hands.

“Shut up.”

Slitti slits his throat. Lind almost laughed at that.

After the Son, the Devil.

There was no last one left of that soldier. Screaming stops, too. I stabbed myself in the nose with nothing but sticky blood.

“Here it comes again. ”

Reflexively, Rind shows his palm to an ally with a spear and a sword.

“We're allies.”

He was half the commander who led the troops, soaked in blood. It was Chris.

“Damage?”

He asked as soon as he came out. Lynd, who saw Chris, reported on the number of remaining cavalry and the current situation. When Chris heard that, he wiped the blood off his face with the back of his hand.

“There is a lake nearby. Wash and rest.”

All cavalry are under his command. The smoke slowly clears the fog well.

As you leave, Lind looks back, and you see the basin. Dead man with a spear, throat pierced by a dagger. Dead man throwing spears at each other. It was a disaster.

“You fought a hundred men alone? ”

“Don't you have an opponent's knight? ”

“You said Squire, my commander. ”

You hear an ally whisper. Chris was beaten by them alone, leaving 200 cavalry intact.

“The Devil.”

When I looked at the basin, the words didn't fit so well.

“We didn't fight them because of the commander. ”

At least a soldier with a head said around him.

“Shit, the Devil. A demon like that is always welcome. ”

If you have eyes and thoughts, you will know the beginning and end of this battle. And why Chris struggled there alone.

“A demon who fights to keep his allies from dying. ”

Lind recites it. It's a small voice that no one can hear.

I'd welcome hundreds of such demons. Then the voice was smaller.

I'm sure the soldiers didn't hear that, but what they were talking about was not so different from what Lynd was reciting.

“Against a hundred men alone? A knight in shining armor. The opponent was a Knight-led Elite Soldier. I thought I was dead when we asked. ”

“I killed that elite soldier bag by myself. ”

Weiss, that must have made it possible. Catches enemies with a keen sense, throws daggers at them, and traps them.

‘Easy for you to say. ’

Lynd clenches his fist. The tendon protrudes above the back of your hand. In fact, a fight like that would take a lot of effort.

‘I have mine. ’

Chris gave it to me and carved it. He also had the vice after the imprinting process.

“You can do it. ”

That's when Lind mumbled.

Diego Axe thought the same thing. What Chris did was, surprisingly, set three breasts on fire.

*

When we got to the lake, we took a break. To be more specific, I ate and slept. I also ate and slept. After just one day of rest, the pumpkin went and ate well and rested well.

Lind approaches and reports the situation on the battlefield.

“Earl Van Ludwig's knights have crossed the enemy camp. ”

“Damage?”

“Half the Knights are dead, but they're badly wounded. ”

As the scouts began to act properly, many of your messengers went there.

“Captain Yonke keeps sending messengers this way. ”

“It's the only way. Do you know who you killed? ”

You know, the Knights of Despair.

Lind was a horse.

“He was the famous Knight of the House of Despair and the Knight Soldier in Palmoon. ”

Yeah, they all did. So I avoided a frontal battle.

“So?”

“Your nickname spreads to the enemy now that the troops have been taken down. ”

No one survived, but it shouldn't take long for rumors to reach your mouth.

I haven't heard you say you want to eat and sleep. I took three days off. It was to ease the fatigue of the battlefield and determine the situation.

“The devil of black smoke. ”

“Magnificent.”

“I've done something crazy. There's been a rumor of a Hundred People Squire. ”

I think that was intentional. Maybe it's the Scout Captain's base.

“And rumor has it there's a vice user among the enemy forces. ”

I flinched at that.

“Who?”

“Rumor has it, he's a knight of the enemy. ”

I've heard of him. One of the Knights of the Wolves.

If you don't have a match, you can say you won't go to war.

“They say he's after Earl Van Ludwig. ”

The rumors are specific. This level of spreading was open. The Despair forces are trying to inspire the collapse and suggest that our allies will prevail.

“If it's true.”

“It's okay.”

I haven't used the vice properly yet, but some of my allies have already used it properly.

He will not rest until he operates with the hidden sword of Earl Van Ludwig.

“What about us? ”

We've breached the enemy's rear and captured Despair.

“We move separately. ”

Waving the opposing Pokémon's power is over. If we sway those who have already gathered their strength for battle, we will die.

That is, from now on, it was time to do something even crazier.