From a terminal Soldier to Monarch

I'm surrounded by Marines who are after me. I held a sword in my left hand.

[Sword Skill: 51]

You raise your spear in your right hand.

[Window Skill: 61]

Kick!

You strike the running spear with your sword and stab it with your spear. A hole in the collapsed man's neck is punctured. You take a step out to see the blood spilling, kicking the foot of the rushing enemy.

The posture of the cavalry that was spurting from the front collapses.

Bam!

“Oops!”

You stab the blade vertically into the unbalanced man's head. It was an ignorant chopping knife.

Disperse!

The helmet breaks and the enemy's head explodes.

Then he sprinkled a serpent's tongue against a full-faced enemy.

Su Bu-bu-book!

I deformed the 'light arrow between the curtains’ and lowered the sword from top to bottom for the one who was after me.

Screaming!

It was a stunning slash of leather armor. The sensitive senses on the first floor of Vise woke me up.

I didn't have to watch the iron mace fall from above my head. Reflexively, you hold the window horizontally over your forehead.

Ka-ang!

A spear made of solid iron cries. Your grip trembles. You draw the sword in your left hand at him.

Kaga!

The blade shatters and cannot cut through the enemy after a few slashes. I let go of the sword and narrowed it down to him, grabbing his wrist and breaking it.

Pow!

“Grrrgh!”

The skin on my wrist twists in the direction I turned it. It was natural for him to lose his bearings.

You grab the falling mace with your left hand and lightly pull it up from underneath.

Boom!

Enemies hit by a jawbone roll through the floor, spurting blood and teeth. You twist the metal in your left hand.

[Blunt Skill: 31]

I tried to raise a variety of weapons, but the main one was the spear and the next one was the sword.

The blunt force didn't actually care much.

Blunt force trauma would have been more useful in this situation. As long as I don't have a great sword in my hand, the blade will soon be broken.

When I cut a human, the blood and oil become tangled, so the blade easily tasted.

The part of the spear in your right hand had already lost its grip, so you were using it like a club.

“I am Knight Peter. ”

Enemies of the familiar pattern occupy the retreat of the elite soldier. The Wailing Wolf, Knight of the Wolves.

“Senior knight Peter Ham, when he was eight years old…. ”

“If you're gonna fight, come on. If not, scram. ”

Peter shuts up and stares at me.

“I will avenge Renewin. ”

Damn it. His eyes show a young greed.

How much honor will be earned by killing the Knight of the enemy who killed Renewin?

Not all wolves were the same. I admired them, even though I was the enemy.

He killed half the Perth, and the talented commander, Arek Wolves, was surprised to see him fall and drew his sword, but he gave up on a favorable notice and retreated.

Their honor was something that would impress the enemy. But not you.

The moment he ran, my hands danced. I bludgeoned his shield and struck the same place again with my spear.

Bam! Bam!

You have a strong shield. I sighed after two strikes. Pretending to be.

“Haha!”

He ran after me like that. His blade pierces me, giving me a quicker stab than that.

Spatula!

A sword that turned its head and avoided touched my ear. Blood splattered, but ignored. I put a spear in his throat. I felt like I was tearing with more force than being pierced. The day was too bad. I left the spear and took his shield.

You hold a shield in your left hand and a blunt instrument in your right hand.

[Shield Skill: 38]

[Blunt Skill: 34]

Since then, weapons have changed countless times. And I never backed down.

* * *

Neckel Portman, deputy commander, knows he has command of this battlefield because the knight commander died in the struggle.

A blade pierces the Earl's body and a squire stands behind him. At first, I thought I was part of the infantry. I wouldn't have known if it wasn't for the troops he brought.

The Black Smoke Devil? ’

It's a rumor that's been going around.

When he draws a line in front of the Earl, Neckel doesn't understand why he did it, but instead, he follows behind him instead.

It was only after that that that the battle game changed.

Renewin Wolves died without a few struggles. There were over five knights killed by him. After killing such a noble knight in a heartbeat.

“Push it all! Wipe it out!”

Black waves surge forward as the enemy makes their move. His men and cavalry stand behind him.

‘We have to stop him here. ’

Neckel stands behind the Squire. And he saw the one who shined brighter than anyone on this battlefield.

He was neither a knight nor a nobleman.

He was a commoner, and became a Squire because of the Earl's whimsy.

Seventeen. He reached the age of maturity, but at an untold age, he slaughtered a horde of charging Marines.

First with a spear, then with a sword. The moment the mace was in his hand, I saw the enemy's head shattered like a crushed apple.

“I am Knight Tolman! ”

The knights have been lining up since the man called Peter. With shield and blunt force, Squire Chris strikes and kills all of his enemies.

“Ahhhh!”

After seeing Chris, Nickel is surprised to see a berserker covered in blood beside him. A fool who wipes out his enemies with a sack of halberds.

There were many enemies killed by Chris, but the enemy infantry saw Harbard's Berserkers and panicked. Neckel knew his name.

“Digo!"

The soldiers around you chant his name. He said he was part of Chris' unit.

A soldier with an axe in his right hand crosses the enemy. He seemed to enjoy being surrounded.

Chris jumps over the line and rushes to the enemy, immediately surrounded by four or five people.

"Phew!"

It was the moment that Neckel rushed to him, trying to save him.

Pabababak!

The limbs and headaches flew into the air. A sharp, sharp axe blade crushes the enemy.

“Carnage Axe! ”

One of your cavalry members howls on horseback. And when I saw Digo, I cried out.

“Halberd the Terrible! ”

Maybe he had his own nickname. Neckel had no intention of caring about that.

Ka River!

You are quite skilled, but you are surrounded by a wind rushing to rescue a man named the Butcher Axe without knowing it.

“Die!"

The blade grazed the tip of the nose. Pic and blood. You quickly duck your head without any surprises.

A few moments passed by.

‘Back.’

I had to retreat, but the enemies wouldn't let me go. Clearly, you have the upper hand.

You're good at fighting mercenaries and you're not bad at killing them, but you keep coming to yourself instead of the Butchering Axe and Stingering Halberd.

“Profit!”

You grip your molars tightly, and even if you try to back off screaming, you grip on yourself with little persistence.

In the meantime, a frightening spear pierces in from outside your vision.

‘This is inevitable. ’

I tried to block it with my shoulders instead of my torso as a momentary base.

Puck! Puck! Puck!

Neckel stares at the foe who tried to stab himself with a puzzled eye. The man with the arrow in one eye screams horribly.

“Shhhhh!”

The same is true of those who surrounded us.

One man's throat was pierced and one man lost his weapon by an arrow in his hand.

“Ahhhh!”

The screamer snaps his head and Neckel falls back. Then the soldier with the short bow approached and said,

“Aren't you the commander? ”

“That's right."

“Please take your place. What if the commander charges from the lead? ”

‘Huh.'

You were right. I knew I was wrong, too. I went to rescue a man named the Butcher Axe without even knowing it.

Neckel knew he was Chris' third lead.

“The Eye of the Hawk! ”

You hear someone shouting.

They have been famous since the moment Chris' troops raided the rear of the enemy. When Neckel first heard that, he thought they were anonymously drunk soldiers.

Anyone who has seen a knight fight before will soon change their mind.

"Anonymous."

The destructiveness was different. They were the ones who did what no one in the Ludwig Knights could.

Ping!

Every time the demonstration flew, the enemy fell into a deep slump. I wasn't looking for a knight.

An enemy in battle with an ally, one aiming for the back of an ally.

And the soldiers rushing by ignoring Chris' lines.

His arrow never misses an enemy during a whiteout.

‘A new wave. ’

How many fights have you had? The enemy has begun to retreat.

In the center of it was a bloodied, red-haired squire.

* * *

How much blood was shed on the floor.

It was full of other people's blood from head to toe.

He had two cuts to his side and a pretty deep cut to his shoulder. My blood was soaked all over my body.

His hair was thick with blood like jelly.

“Fall back!”

Someone in your group shouts. I raised my head and sprayed my eyes.

Digo takes a deep breath in his left ear, tucking the tip of Halberd into the ground and leaning against it.

“Are you dying? ”

“… I almost died five times. ”

I'm fine with that.

“That's it.”

Lind was right behind me. You fire all your arrows at once, and then rush off behind me with your sword.

His right thumb, index finger, and stop burst, ripping apart. As Lynd said, the enemy is retreating.

“I almost died. Four times.”

The right hand is the axe. I can beat him with my fingers if I tell him to fight now, because he's shaking his arms.

“I did it three times. ”

Lind listened and said.

“The calculation was incorrect. I've done it twice. ”

Digo corrects himself. Crazy bastards.

“Shut up and cheer. ”

Isn't it time to talk nonsense? It's time for victory.

Waaaahhhh!

The cheers of the soldiers who were drunk with the joy of victory erupted.

“Hero of the Wall! ”

“Forever!”

The knights shout, "Cavalry and infantry are all cheering until their voices are torn."

The retreating troops flee like stray dogs. Some cavalry rushes after them.

I didn't have the strength to follow. In fact, my legs were twitching.

“Ah."

That's how I heard the sound of a familiar voice watching the battlefield. Hülken Ludwig, a red-haired soldier, limps up, looks at the corpse of Earl Van Ludwig, spits out a short elasticity and says,

“You died standing up. ”

He mutters. I look back at him. Whelken looked at me like that and said,

“Don't you faint this time? ”

“One such trend will suffice. ”

When you block the crossing of the Sunset Hyde Wall, the victory towards us slopes greatly.

Blitz, stopping enemy aggression now. Our victory was won. But I lost a lot.

We have lost the commander of the Ludwig Knights on this battlefield and the Earl of Van Ludwig.

The hero who has been on the defensive for a long time has left. It was about time for the heat and cheer of victory to subside.

“Earl!"

“My lord!”

Someone from the Ludwig Knights approaches and misses the Earl. Another man squeezes his fist tightly next to him and looks back at his foe with sparkly eyes.

No one in the Knights underestimated the Earl's death.

I could see the value of his life was here. With many poets praising his accomplishments, he remained the hero of the wall who guarded his defense in the days to come.

* * *

The sword grazed my head, and all my left hair flew away. Some of the raw skin has been peeled off.

I didn't think my hair would fly later.

That's the worst. Not just two bandages. That's how I opened up my whole body.

“I can't breathe. ”

“You survived that riot by yourself. That's a good price to pay. ”

The cripple is Lynd. I was afraid I might cripple again, but the priests and healers adhered and healed.

There was no need to worry about sequelae.

“Let's go."

I led a squad out. The day I returned from the battlefield, I had a pile of work to do, but I started with the most urgent part.

We attended the Earl's funeral.

“…… He lived so long for this land. ”

On one side, the Earl's wife wept, and a servant stood in front of her, Dory, his only child.

The investigation of the Grand Shrine on top of the previous tomb led to his funeral.

All the settlers banned alcohol for three days, and all the commuting merchants went quietly. There was no one to talk to.

The soldiers in my territory mourned that the hero on the side left, wrapped in a black cloth around their shoulders.

The funeral lasted for three days, someone cried, and someone spent it with a confused look.

That was three days later. Behind Van Ludwig comes Count Ludwig's throne.

I heard that the Earl's second son, who studied in the royal family, came back during the funeral.

* * *

The servant frowns in the conference room and says,

“You still haven't found it? ”

“Yes."

“I wonder why I don't see anyone who needs to discuss their accomplishments. ”

Warden Cyan of Highguard said: He was one of Earl Ludwig's centers.

“He's the Squire? ”

It was Barnum Soil who guarded the Lowguard without going into battle. Thirty-three this year, an old nobleman.

“Yes, that's right. ”

A knight with a bandage on his arm stood up and said,

Neckel Portman was acting on behalf of the director in this situation. He nods.

“Youngest vice-night ever, right? I miss you so much. ”

I wonder if it's just a crack.

“Have you heard the bard sing of his achievements? ”

Another nobleman at the meeting said.

“You heard him.”

The crevice answers his question.

“The story of killing a hundred enemies alone and biting 2,000 men was fascinating. ”

There was more to it than that, but the bard's song was only singing intense impressions.

The youngest vice knight to slaughter a hundred solo enemies. A hero who defeated 2,000 troops in four.

Barrels.

The servant taps the table to gather his gaze.

“Are you sure that Squire Chris is within the compound? ”

“There are no reports of them going outside the gate. ”

It's already this week after the funeral. The time has passed for praise and reward.

Sassanid Whelken said that after Van Ludwig died, he only wielded his sword in the training ground.

Another vice knight. Actually, Wheelken came first, but people didn't care about that.

Wheelken and Chris and Chris and Wheelken.

I'm just rattled by the fact that there are two vice knights.

“Find it.”

The servant says, as soon as you find it, you have every reason to put it under your command and force your oath.

As long as we find it.