From a terminal Soldier to Monarch

The summer sun was hot. Only me, Jenryd and Jabrian faced 12,000 Confederate troops, regardless of their forces. I can feel the bird's eyes rattling behind me.

“Go convince him. ”

The moment I spoke, Jabrian looked at me and said seriously.

“Are you sick? ”

It doesn't hurt.

Jenryd glances at me, frowning. Yeah, you wouldn't understand.

“You don't have to talk to me, so try to convince me. Tell them not to pillage here. ”

Jabrian mutters, "Does this make sense?"

“I'd rather you just die. ”

She adds.

“Go."

As I opened my mouth, Jenryd turns away. I didn't give him directionality about what was coming and what to do.

Then it won't work.

Now is the time for a strong man named Jenryd.

Well, if not, then we'll find another way.

Jon Reed is walking away from me with a bump. When you say you don't feel anxious, you lie, but when you look at his back, you also expect it.

Yenrich, who was so far away from us, began to ‘persuade’ the Confederates, and Yabrian asked.

“You're just gonna let that go? ”

As far as I can see, there was a rough side to Jenryd's methods.

Jabrian is a southern woman, but living attitude is close to the central continent. In the beginning, her tribe used to trade and wander for a living.

Wandering trade ethnic groups were those who prioritize other values, not combat.

In other words, she was a Southern woman and could not understand the situation.

“It's going to be okay. ”

I'll mumble.

“Not at all, not at all. ”

Jabrian is told to be a vagrant.

Son, if I'm wrong, I'll try something else, but I'm still good. I can see Jenryd slapping three southerners.

I can feel the tension and anxiety of the bird behind me. I saw many who were preparing for battle with swords and spears.

The method of persuasion is new. It was not within the expected range, but it was actually exciting to see.

How am I supposed to beat the crap out of that Confederate soldier right now?

“What if we provoke them! ”

You hear a faint voice from behind you.

I don't need to see who it is to know. This is Dutch Birch. He's been trying to recover his mind.

The restoration spirit seemed to explode again soon. He points to Jenryd and shivers.

You have to trust him when he gives you the job. This is how much trust we had without trust, Bird?

Well, if three jackasses like me come in here and do this shit, you're gonna want to smash their heads in right now. If it wasn't for Weiss Knight, the prince would want to ambush me and torture me for three days and nights.

“If you don't trust me, what other means do you have? ”

It's obvious you won't believe me when I tell you. It's just a way of showing it to you, and I needed some time to do it.

“If my knight dies there, I will do everything in my power to stop them. At the cost of my life. ”

For me, life is more important than honor. It always has been.

“No, what the hell is this? ”

Birch Dutch weeps half way through. You cannot persuade me with words or force me to do anything. I think I'll cry if I leave it a little longer.

“Birch, how much do you know about the South? ”

When I opened my mouth, he looked at me and replied.

“You may know, I'm very good at dealing with them. I'm sure there aren't many who know as well as I do. ”

No, you don't.

How the Confederacy was created, how it was possible.

Many historians have studied it.

I just heard from the branches, but it was easy to understand.

The Southern laws, traditions and all that prevented them from clumping together, but it was also their habits that made it possible.

I sent Jen Reed there alone because I knew the beginning of the Confederacy. I'm not as comfortable with my knights there as I am there.

I was going to jump right away. However, there are those who look at me with anxious eyes, so now we just have to show them a relaxed lord.

“Don't worry. He's going to make a new history here. ”

Everything is a story in my head. But I can't help feeling anxious.

Jen Reed was just a distant, regretful hero and treasure.

Jen Reed was now standing beside me. I had no intention of letting him die.

“What are you thinking? ”

Birch asks, "I showed him a smile of leisure." I'm used to acting the opposite way from the inside out.

“I'm just doing my best. ”

Finding the best path, to the best of my knowledge, is habit and habit.

I was a pass finder, a walker.

Treasure hunter. Treasure hunter.

The path I'm on now leads to a treasure called Jenryd.

* * *

How?

Jenryd ponders. How can I convince her? What can you do against 12,000 Southern women?

He didn't suspect Chris.

I made you do it because you can.

I did what I could when I was curing Diego, when I was walking past enemy camps.

He had the sense to find the fastest and most efficient path. Jenryd trusts Chris.

Because he believed, he found something he could do.

Marlowe?

He knows what a southerner looks like.

Jenryd is lost in thought. Soon after, he was able to come to a conclusion.

"I don't know."

Rolling your head is not the solution.

Grrr.

You didn't have to say it.

I grabbed the axe and walked forward. Jenryd thinks it's the quickest way to take him down one by one.

Walk out alone leaving 12,000 men and women behind. Someone would say, "He's crazy with conviction."

There is no one to stop me from walking along the sunny road alone. After more than half the distance, three of them come out and meet him.

All of them looked like warriors. However, one has a blue bruise on his face, and the other two have scratches and tears all over his torso.

He only wears bottoms and is dressed naked on top. When he was a child, he turned his back on the South, so Jenryd did not know what kind of tribes they were.

I didn't want to know.

A vague herbal wound, a cautious look, and a somewhat uneasy aura.

Chris would have read the whole situation and made an analogy. But Jen Reed didn't have that gift.

He was only persuaded to do as he was told.

“Go home. ”

Jen Reed said.

The previous Southern woman opened her eyes and replied.

“Whose side are you from? ”

Again, Chris would have felt strange and reasoned about this question. Either way, I know there's more than one group attacking me, but Jenryd ignores everything.

“When you say it nicely, go. ”

Few Southern warriors speak with their mouths closed. In that regard, Jen Reed was also able to say that she was deeply connected to the blood.

“This one.”

And the opponent was a southern woman.

After a few short words, if it was Chris or Lynd, his fist moved back and forth.

Jenryd sees a bruised face rushing forward, shifting her sensation of distance, and then picks his head off with an axe handle.

Boom!

Speed, power, timing.

The Pokémon was at an unbeatable level. I turn my eyes upside down and fall to the ground.

After seeing it, the other two open their eyes.

“Kill!”

“I'll eat you up! ”

One with a dagger and one with bare hands.

Sneak!

Jenryd's hands are rough. I tricked him into slicing the side of the dagger, punching the temple with the axe, and in the gap, the rest of the man lifts his knee up on his waist.

Boom!

The hand of the man who took an authentic blow to the forehead grazes Jenryd's waist and descends. The one who got hit by the fist fell right out, and all three of them were incapacitated in an instant.

I didn't kill him because I told him to. Jenryd obeys orders.

“Hmm."

When he saw the three fallen, he was amazed at his skill and thought,

A total of 12,000 is 197.

It was actually a poor calculation because it was a little over 12,000.

The axe plowing was more enjoyable while counting how much time I had left.

There is no storm against Yenreed walking alone. A few rough, southern women just came out to meet him.

“Where did this madman come from? ”

Jenryd, who wipes the sweat on her forehead, does not answer, raises a finger.

Pow, pow, pow.

It would take a short day to knock down twelve hundred. The southern woman with the club rushes in.

It was no better than the three just now. Results were the same as before.

Bang! Bang! Boom!

Along with a tumultuous thunder, more southerners begin to fall on Jenryd's path.

Three to five, five to ten, ten to twenty.

I don't know if I'd gone from the start, but I fell more than twenty down on one of them. The Southern warriors did not bend their pride.

Twelve hundred warriors were tied up because of one.

“Which root! ”

“What is your name! ”

“Name him! ”

It's noisy in every one of them. Jenryd doesn't answer.

He remembered the moment he gave his name to Chris. There was a tremor all over the body.

I just knew. I just wanted to show myself, shouting my name, that I was patient.

I wanted to fight the opponent and get revenge.

That's what he meant. I told her to forget it, but it was her parents' wish.

It was only then that I realized that his wishes were completely different.

The south was its roots and home. Although the roots were planted on the land of Chris, the soul's home would forever be to the south.

The moment I saw the Humans in their hometown, I was excited. Jenryd is like any other southerner, but different.

It was not his intention, but from the moment he left for the central continent, he was able to have a broad view of the large lands of the South as one.

So it might be natural to be happy.

By the way.

‘Weak.’

Those who ask their names are weak as one. Jen Reed set the bar.

I don't have a name to tell these people.

His name is not that low.

From sunrise till sunset.

150 men, beaten by Jenryd in a single day.

Darkness called the night has come. The moon doesn't rise today, so I can't see a single inch ahead.

“Whew.”

Jenryd sighs and looks at the Confederate army across the street.

“Tomorrow.”

He eventually didn't say his name that day.

* * *

“I'll be out tomorrow! ”

“Me first! ”

All the southern warriors blush and shout.

“I'll rip his throat out. I am Baron of the Wolf Tribe without fangs! ”

Everyone stopped speaking at that shout.

“Baron, it wouldn't be my turn. ”

Someone told me.

Kang looks at it and frowns. Unlike what I said, the situation was not good.

A warrior who beat up over 100 men in one day.

‘It's great power. ’

The former chieftain he served did a similar job.

I won by struggling with 50 warriors alone. It was possible because it had natural strength.

If you beat up 100 chieftains by yourself, I'll shake your head. Even though there were three or four of them, there were only a few famous warriors within the tribe that fit together and survived. Ordinary warriors could not even compete a few times.

‘My feet are tied.'

If they had pushed one or two from the start, the southern woman's army would have risen to the top.

‘I had no choice. ’

Because there's no way back, there's no way back.

There was no way.

Kang had to get the land here somehow. Nobody knew, but only Chris knew.

Their goal was not to fight and pillage, but to settle.

“If Barron loses, I will. ”

Someone's coming back.

“Oooh!”

“Oooh!”

A cheer sounds as he steps forward. I also saw warriors rolling their feet on the ground.

“I am Borte of Toad Without Poison. ”

A warrior as famous as Baron.

“Oooh!”

And despite the desperate situation behind them, they raised their expectations. The Southern Warrior was also the name of those who enjoyed fighting, without even breaking the Southern women.

That's why Kang was like them. Because the South loves these fights and stories.

For those without language, the myths of our ancestors and heroes are the only amusement that makes us feel good.

A man who stood alone and fought 12,000 men, the story of a hero who defeated it.

All the Southern warriors wanted to be the heroes.

“Then I'll take the next step. ”

Kang did not introduce himself.

Kang, the crocodile who lost his fangs, was stronger than any warrior here.

He was a man who earned the title of the greatest warrior of all tribes.

He was also the leader of this group.

“When the sun comes up and he comes out again, he's going to be a leafy deer! ”

Let Kang talk.

“Wooooo!”

The Southern peoples burst into violent clashes. And the next day, the same guy came out again, terribly at sunrise.

A man with a hot grey head comes out with two axes around his waist.

Before Baron stepped forward, the five warriors cut through the breach.

“Tsk."

Baron turns his head, pretending not to know, and Borte sees it and kicks his tongue.

Seeing an opponent's battle before a battle is advantageous.

Of course, it would have been great if we could figure out where the aftermath of yesterday's battle was and where the weaknesses were.

So all five were warriors under Baron's command. A small gesture, but no one stopped him.

This is the right thing to do to win.

And five quickly fell to the ground and Baron and Borte thought the same.

The enemy seems to be more energetic than yesterday.