From a terminal Soldier to Monarch

“Run.”

Murdock was true to his word. It was only a few days until the incessant desire to rise ceased.

“Run.”

One of Murdock's men raises his head as soon as a man named Techill opens his mouth.

“Why do I have to keep running? ”

Murdock didn't know. He didn't know who he was.

“Just run. Don't ask."

Whose skill is it?

“Tsk."

It was a moment when I spit on the floor.

Sneak!

Someone's foot flew into his servant's head and stabbed him.

“How dare you. ”

Royce Yunovan, the Lord's Squire. His eyes burn brightly. He clenched his fist like he had been waiting for this moment.

“Come out, grumpy one. ”

"......."

Everyone shuts up and looks at Murdock.

“There will be more. Don't give up like this. ”

Royce Yul Novan said: It's like asking for more.

Murdock once took a look at the skill and then insisted on insulting his savior for a moment.

‘What the fuck, my lord? ’

“No!”

Murdock grabbed it first. You see the man lying on the floor lathering. I felt like I wouldn't be able to dance after jumping in for nothing.

“Run.”

A harsh voice followed. Murdock had no choice.

* * *

‘You can't live in Oken unless you slap an Orc with your bare hands. ’

It is a famous proverb from many historians on the central continent.

The lesson was the lesson, and the adage was the adage.

That's why Tequila said it doesn't make sense.

I wanted it to make sense.

“Make it impossible. ”

That's what all the teachers who taught me said. That wasn't the only good thing I meant.

No? Do it until you can. ’

‘…… Yes?'

The first part of the central continent reminded me of the Pass Finder teacher who threw me into the mountains.

Oh, my God.

“I lived to the death. ”

I felt a chill without knowing it. I didn't learn anything easily. The teachers I met were not all the same.

I looked around the territory and thought, I've entrusted the enhanced territory to Skill.

They will knock you down so that you don't die properly. I haven't seen anyone as skilled at refining and refining people.

If tequila beat them, then I had to prepare for the next one.

Despite their fierce training, they had to create a reason for staying here.

In other words, what was needed was still the same.

Money and people.

I had already figured out a way to settle the money.

It should be about this time.Something happened in the south. It was called the Southern Dynasty.

Five gold coins, big money. It is equal to the salary of a chaotic knight, but only five gold coins will be placed on anyone's nose.

Would I go out and wipe the back of Dutch birch, which makes only five gold coins, how many times more profit?

The name value of the vice knights is not so low.

Dutch knew he was robbing money, but he accepted my opinion for a reason.

Vise Knight comes directly for a cheap price. Though he was angry on the outside, he could still be cheerful inside.

“Axe.”

So it's time to get ready for Dutch Birch.

The axe stares at me with its eyes wide open. Lind, Digo, and the axe are on their way to the rest cabin.

The Southern peoples are scattered. They live by the law rather than the law and the rules.

“Let's have a duel. ”

I summoned the axe. Digo and Lind, who were resting, looked at me. And his eyes were like, "Am I? 'I think you're asking.

You must be dying to fight.

“You play amongst yourselves. ”

“Tsk."

Lind kicked his tongue. Digo turns his head to the side. I found a secluded land with two of them.

I liked going outside the castle. People who pass by will be surprised if they don't fight inside.

Ow!

Today, I still hear the cry of pumpkins digging in the ground and eating grass or herbs when I'm bored and biting the monsters around me.

“Why? ”

The axe bites. The simple man raises questions. I mean, he's kind of a know-it-all, too.

A normal axe would give you a nosebleed to fight.

His eyes looked at me strangely.

“Jabrian is a wandering people who trade. ”

I took out another word instead of answering his question. I said, the axe nods.

All Southern peoples are different, but have one thing in common. I was proud of my tribe.

“You.”

I paused. The South has its own culture. I asked in the Southern language.

“In what land were you born? ”

To the southern woman, the land where the cord was cut was her home, her tribe, and her roots.

The axe's eyes saw me. After I knew him, I saw his pupils shake for the first time. The axe, which was always straight and simple, was shaken.

“I have no land to be born in. ”

After a brief silence, the axe opens its mouth. I'm sorry, but I already know his tribe.

“There is no warrior without land to be born. ”

“I am!"

The axe shouts. The southern language is more important than the central continent, but it is also more comfortable once you are familiar with its meaning.

“No roots. ”

The axe said.

No land is born, its roots are already gone. There are other reasons, of course. No roots means no recognition.

The axe was the latter.

When I came back to 15 of me and I recognized his face, I was shocked.

I was anti-Semitic. I was busy saving Lynd's life, and I was busy dragging him by the collar of the troops.

The moment I met Jabrian and the axe, my suspicion turned into certainty. The south could not know each other because of the vast and diverse tribes that lived there.

However, there is never a time when we do not even say hello to the law. Jabrian dodges the axe after the first encounter.

It was natural for her. How can a man who has no roots in the land of the south be welcomed by the blood of the south?

“Have you no place in the lands of the South? ”

Boom!

The axe rolls to its feet. There are clear footprints on the ground.

Look at this guy. Looks like the vice stamp is over.

Diego, Lynd, and Alice were standing alone in an area they had not yet reached.

“I'm an axe. ”

That's enough, but I'm sorry. Axe.

I need your past. I wanted you to break the past and go on saying your name.

“Axe.”

I called out to him and pointed at the bluish. Middle Guard announces the beginning of a fight.

“I want to hear your name. ”

The axe picks out two of its axes and grips them.

“I'm an axe. ”

He repeated the same thing.

* * *

Glug-ug-ug.

At the age of 13, it was winter. The south is a hard place to see snow, but it rained quite a lot that year.

The snow that had been piled up that year melted away and burned.

"-D!"

Yen turns his head to call out his name. She was the one who gave birth to herself.

“Yen!”

You see a warrior running behind her with a long wooden spear. As soon as she hears the axe's voice, she turns around and draws a knife to one of the running men's throats.

Spatula!

Blood spills and Yan rolls to the floor. I tucked my spear in her place.

“Run!”

She shouts.

To where?

Enemies were everywhere. There were frequent invasions of nearby tribes. I just didn't expect it to be so full and perfect.

I was looking at my mother, and suddenly it was dark around me. Looking back, the big guy raises his spear and smiles.

“You look like you've got a bit of a temper. ”

The axe's body stiffens with a sloppy spear blade.

I thought I was just going to die. Like the beast you've been hunting, I knew you'd suffocate.

"Let's not detect the eyes. ’

When we die, we die with our heads held high. I struggled so hard and lasted so long.

Spatula!

A beam of flashes strikes through the air. The middle of the spear that was aiming for him and the man holding the spear reminds me of his neck.

“Come to your senses. ”

He was a warrior born eight years before himself.

“Jelly.”

Jelly runs with an axe with no gaps in his eyes to summon him. His axe, which he had set up every day, terribly kills the invader.

Where's my axe? ’

The Wingless Hawk was represented by a quick foot and two hand axes. The axe grabs the axe reflexively.

I don't remember everything exactly that day, but I knew two things.

It was the fact that all the tribes who invaded their land would have died, except themselves.

“Ahhhh!”

The axe howls and swings its blade all around. It wasn't the first battle, but it wasn't the first time they'd been invaded, but it was the first time they've been unilaterally.

My mother came up to the axe that was wandering around and said,

“Run away.”

The axe shakes its head.

“The tribal warriors do not show their backs. ”

Exactly!

She slaps the axe in the forehead with her fist.

“Are you a warrior? ”

An axe that was expected to be the tribal warrior with thirteen innate senses, but not a warrior.

“You're not even 15 yet. Run away.”

“Don't die. ”

Someone shouts the name of the axe in fear of Yen's words.

He was the best warrior in the current tribe. He was the husband of Yen and the father of the axe, a man with hot grey hair and thick forearms.

“I command you as the chief and father of the wingless falcon. Live.”

Though only thirteen, the axe knows that once it leaves here, it will never see its parents again.

“Yes. I need to live. ”

Jelly approaches and says. There was blood running down my side.

As soon as the axe left, he also knew that no one could ever see a tribe like his family again. So I didn't want to go.

“The ‘roaring elephant’ chieftain changed. ”

Jelly said to his father,

“I know. I knew there'd be trouble. I should have killed him right away. ”

“Kill them all! ”

“Khehehe!”

The tribe of elephants roaring on one side thrust their spears towards the tribe. Two on one, three on the other.

You'll die if you don't have the skills. Numerical differences were apparent.

“Go, sharpen the blade of vengeance. ”

My father said.

“No.”

“Chief's orders. ”

I wanted to disobey my father. My mother placed her hand on the axe's head.

“I should have put your name on the ceremony. ”

Putting their name on the tribe means becoming an adult, and it means rooting them here.

“Go. Always keep the axe sharp. ”

Jellybean says he was like a brother, even if blood didn't mix.

His complexion was like white eyes. It was because I lost too much blood.

“Head north. Run towards the warm side. ”

He said and turned around. The axe looking at his back couldn't say anything more.

In front of the axe, which could not connect the horses, Mother's face approached. On his knees, Yen lowers his dagger and grabs his balls with both hands.

“Choose life at the crossroads of death and life. My son.”

It's your parents' heart that wants to live rather than choose an honorable death as a warrior.

“There's no real time. ”

The father who showed his back said.

“Revenge is yours. ”

Jelly talks and runs away. In front of him, two enemy tribesmen rush in.

He bled like that, but the jelly was strong. He runs out loud, stabbing one spear in the side and pecking the opponent's head with the axe in his other hand.

Squeak!

You hear the cracking of the skull.

“Live, son. ”

My father told me.

“You can forget the name. ”

Mother said.

Revenge was an excuse, but saving my son was all I had.

That's how the axe turns. I should not have been afraid of death.

I wanted my parents so badly, the axe couldn't break their will, so I ran.

I ran across the border of the central continent until the soles of my feet exploded and barely lived through the night.

It may have been nothing but a child escaping from the enemy tribe.

There was no trace.

That way, the axe survived and all I knew how to do was fight, so I sent the battlefield ahead.

The axe finds information on whether its roots are still alive. The money he earned on the battlefield was sometimes directed at fraudsters, and sometimes at conscientious information merchants.

That's how I knew.

Every family without wings is gone. They're all dead, and the roaring elephant clan devours a few nearby tribes and raises a body.

'Revenge.'

The opponent is too big to dream of.

The axe learned the word 'giving up’ in the central continent and became accustomed to living here.

And that's how I met Chris.

* * *

"Why did you come to the Central Continent? ”

Chris asked.

Chang!

His spear strikes the axe blade. You barely twist your arm to remove the weapon from your mind.

The axe provides a simple and clear answer.

“If you beat me, I'll let you know. ”

“I'm comfortable. ”

Chris, the first time I saw him, he was a soldier with a death wish. He became a knight, a nobleman, and now a bard's poem.

The axe didn't want to see Chris every time I thought of myself giving up. This man was different from himself.

He didn't give up. I always looked for the light in a dark situation.

Tuk-tuk.

The axe slashes the ground with its feet. The gift that Chris gave me, the power that he had. He was not weak. Tendon protrudes from the back of your hand as you squeeze your hand.

The opposing team is strong, but the axe has never imagined it losing to anyone.

It was the same for Chris. Every wingless clan, the blood of the greatest warrior, flows through his veins.