From a terminal Soldier to Monarch

“Bang!"

I wrapped around his neck, watching the pumpkin bark with joy. I jokingly bit my ear because I liked all big wolves.

I was pushed by the weight and my body slipped behind me. I felt the steam of hot pumpkins.

The malice was the little prank of the pumpkin.

“Ugh!”

“Monsters!”

A group of Dutch Birch soldiers push their spears as they watch the perimeter.

“No!”

Jabrian shouts and looks at me and says,

“Don't you think people will be surprised? ”

You still see soldiers with spears and swords with frightened eyes. I pulled my head out of the pumpkin's arms and opened my mouth.

“It's okay. I won't bite. ”

You'd be surprised what a big wolf can do in the dark.

“What are you doing? ”

Dutch Birch asked as he was repairing his tousled hair. I can see red red eyes on the blazing furnace, if I can't sleep.

What am I supposed to say when this happens?

“This is Pumpkin, my reconnaissance officer. Come to think of it, not three, but four. ”

Pussy.

Duke Dutch trembles. He was clearly angry, even though he didn't notice.

“Father.”

If his son hadn't come running to stop him, he might not have been able to overcome anger.

No matter how bad the situation is, everyone has one last ego.

But I didn't mean to make fun of you. I always meant it. I knew you wouldn't believe me.

“Are you kidding me? ”

Jabrian gave me a pint. The soldiers step back, terrified, and after the same day, so does Jabrian.

“Did you see that?”

I asked Pumpkin.

‘Thump.'

Bark small and nod. Oh, you clever bastard.

You see, I rubbed fur at his mouth, feeding him the Refining Bandit. Seeing that day, the soldiers opened more distance.

As the sun sets and the night falls, 12 hundred Confederates did not charge.

Boom boom.

Instead, my knight returns.

I looked at his face and asked.

“Happy?”

Jenryd shakes her head.

Of course he should be. He has gained so much from my side. I got a vice, and I've been out on the battlefield risking my life.

Even Southerners who were born to die at least a hundred times in combat had quality experiences that were not common, and efforts overlaid with innate talents.

He shouldn't be satisfied with this much.

“Still.”

Jenryd adds.

“Still?”

“Not bad. ”

A young smile appeared on his mouth. A smile from someone who enjoys this situation.

Though not satisfied, it would have been pleasant to see those with similar qualities.

I also felt anxious. Today was an ordeal. If they had ignored Jenryd and attacked him, they would have fought another way.

The Confederates didn't.

You couldn't have done it because you were settling. In other words, I set a trap here called Yenlid, using the traits of the Southern women, knowing it was a trap and stepping on it.

Now they can't stay here until they cross the wall called Yenrich.

* * *

“I'm not listening to you. ”

Mercenary facilities I used to be in charge of small units. Though he lacked combat strength, he was recognized for his natural command skills.

And the people I hated the most back then were the Southern mercenaries.

“A bug.”

Damn bastards. I have a bad memory.

If you're weaker than yourself, you try not to fight. As a warrior, you had to prove your strength to stand in front of you. That's what the Southern women do.

I knew that very well.

“Follow me!"

I was pooped in the head, but I realized that the moment I saw them die, one fight followed by a magnificent mercenary.

I will never fight alongside those ignorant bastards in my life.

The important thing for Southern women is strong and strong warriors.

The tribes became friends even if they fought in the battlefield yesterday.

And so I couldn't be there for them. No, I couldn't get any closer because he tried to kill me in a duel and take command of me.

The memory is still new.

* * *

It was natural that countless swords flew in front of those who stood alone. Jenryd finds it unpleasant.

The southern woman does not turn her back on herself. They stood in front and fought.

“My name is Baron! State your name!”

Jenryd doesn't open her mouth.

‘Not enough.’

He's also a Southern woman. I didn't want to give my name to those who didn't deserve it, especially to warriors born and raised on the same land.

The reason was unclear.

Walking between the five fallen ones, Barron pulls out a lump of iron and a shield.

Bang, bang!

Baron burns his resolve with his shield at the end of the club.

Weapons?

I thought about taking it out for a while. The opposing Pokémon raises their shields and clubs. Even if the attack can be evaded, you still need to be able to attack the target with the shield.

Jenryd thinks as she moves her hand near her scabbard. Meanwhile, Baron lunges out and shields her vision.

The opposing team disappears in front of Jenryd's eyes, and only an irregular grain carved into her shield fills her face.

Boom!

Jenryd kicks the shield with her foot instead of dodging the target. It was Diego's tactic against Lynd.

Woojik!

“Chug!”

A shield made of iron, like Woodshield.

The target staggers, groaning in sudden shock. Meanwhile, Jenryd lowers her posture enough to snore at the ground.

A falcon without wings. Each tribe's name was shaped by their own unique style.

The hawk is swift.Wingless hawks refer to those who have quicker body movements than anyone else, but cannot fly.

If he held an axe in both hands, he would call it a hawk with a blade, not a falcon without wings.

Techkill did not adhere to the same type of training for everyone, including Chris.

Chris poured everything he had because it was blank, but he showed Digo, Lynd and Jen Reed a different way.

Specifically, Jenryd was a warrior who had already established his fighting style. Tequila didn't teach him, she just gave him direction.

What he needs now, and how to apply his technology.

In conclusion, Jen Reed did not learn much. I was able to build stamina and strength and learn to use my innate ability.

And only then did Jen Reed outrun Digo and Lynd.

“No way!”

Baron pushes the shield forward, keeping his balance close. I felt no shock because I wasn't where the enemy should be.

Yenrich is nowhere to be seen. As Baron turns his eyes, Jenryd rises right underneath him and slaps him in the chin with the palm of his hand.

Boom!

One more person falls down, not having to pull the axe out.

“Yes! Yes! Good, my ancestors told me to shave your bones! ”

The other one pops out of there with no time to breathe. Jen Reed thinks it's better than yesterday.

“I am Borte of Toad Without Poison! ”

Unlike those who took off their hoods, they were wearing thick leather. Jenryd ignores the opposing team's appearance. The user throws a punch at the target.

“Say your name! ”

A proud Southern warrior shouts. Borte was not alone. Four warriors stand beside him.

Five made one. It will be several times more dangerous than the first five.

“No.”

Jenryd shakes her head in front of him. An answer is a courtesy to the opponent. But I still didn't want to tell him my name.

Two days later, Jenryd knocks Baron down and breaks Borte's arm.

Then the warrior Kang pulled out his axe and left a scar on his chest that would never be erased.

After that, many warriors stood before him. Then he collapsed.

Jenryd takes on all of their challenges without a word. So I spent three days, two nights, and three days.

If you hadn't gone through the vise imprinting process, Jen Reed would have been exhausted, too.

If it hadn't been for the Herb named Chris Fraunmut standing beside him, it would have been hard.

When he came back, Chris fed him a mixture of herbs, and he ran the vice to increase his healing power.

So by the third day, he kept his place.

Of course, his condition was not perfect because he fought more than 300 warriors alone during the ongoing battle.

From the looks of it, he was perfect. It was about that time that the challenge of the Southern woman stopped.

* * *

What is the biggest criterion for separating the central continent from the southerners? I thought it was something to worship.

The central continent worships God, but the south worships man.

While the central continent was praying for Gran, the southern woman prayed with her ancestor's name memorized.

Southern women have lived there. I watched the birth of the hero and continued the tradition of telling the story verbally.

The name of the tribe was a myth and record of the hero who led them. The law is like a stone tower that was built one by one by one by the heroes of the previous age.

The southern woman always welcomed the hero in front of her eyes. The southern hero of all time.

And I saw Jenryd turn his back on the south, but he was born to the darkest of southern women's blood.

It was he who showed heroism in his previous life. I didn't know his whole past, but one did.

He was a man of heroic qualities.

A Southern culture that worships heroes.

A warrior who, after leaving the land, has not told anyone his name, tribe or tribe.

The man who defeated hundreds of warriors by himself without killing a single one.

The man opened his mouth.

“I am Jenryd of the Wingless Falcon. ”

He reveals his tribe and his name.

“If you have no one else to turn to, go when you have a good word. ”

Jenryd says the same thing the first time. He was loyal to his job.

Twelve hundred Confederates recited his name instead of returning.

“Jenryd.”

“A falcon without wings. ”

“One who walks the ground. ”

If the central continent enjoyed and welcomed epic heroes, the southern woman considered epic heroes as life.

So they had no choice but to go back.

If I changed the word ’one who walks the earth' to the word 'hero’ on the central continent.

Of course, that doesn't mean it's substituted, but it's generally similar to acceptance.

Seeing it, I felt excited and tense.

If I send them back here, my deal with Birch will be done.

Since I guarded the earth, I will do as I say and I will hold three pieces of platinum.

But Jenryd will lose his family forever.

‘Come.’

I was timing myself.

The one the pumpkin saw and told me was coming right now.

It wasn't over if we stopped the Confederates.

What are Southern difficulties?

It was a rebellion that caused some Southern peoples to live, hit and broken. I didn't say I was going to kill them on the central continent.

Killing them was the South.

The reason they caused trouble is to survive in the South.

Their enemy from the beginning was not the center, but the south.

“The others are coming! ”

I heard the scream that I was waiting for. Just in case, I ordered the scouts to be deployed around me.

It was the fruit.

It was my last move that Pumpkin had seen in advance.

Kids are slow as shit.

If you hadn't come now, you should have taken Jenryd out and waited for them.

“What!”

The bird cries out in panic. He looks at me and looks at me desperately.

Yeah, I know. Then you ask for it.

He didn't have to tell me. This part of the deal with Birch is not a problem.

But we still need to pack something. I glanced at Birch.

You're in trouble, right?

The bird replies with his eyes.

‘Damn it, please, help me. ’

Okay, here we go.

“Be good to me. ”

I blubbered and spit and looked at them running far away. It wasn't fast.

There was enough time to prepare. As I approached Birch, the eyes of those who looked at me were desperate.

There were 12,000 of them, but there are more of them coming.

“Defeat the Birdman. ”

I told you.

“Give up the land? ”

Tsk, tsk, you still don't have enough faith. Despite stopping 12,000 Confederates.

“I have a history, too. ”

Where did you think you'd hidden your troops? Birch turns his head away.

I don't know what I'm looking for. There are 12,000 Southern warriors before me, subdued by Jenryd.

“Yabrian, fall back and hide. ”

Her role is over. Now is the time for blood and flesh.

I stand beside fat Standing Jenryd. As you watch the other Confederates running behind you, the men who surrendered to Jenryd rise in a frenzy.

You show respect as a warrior until there is no threat to life at all.

These are the people who burn their lives and their roots, so they will fight until their lives are burnt down.

Just like Jen Reed did in her past life.

Jenryd doesn't look at me, even though I'm standing next to her. His gaze was embedded in the rushing Confederate army.

I knew a few thorns.

It means that the people who are coming in now are enemies of Yenreed, and that the 12 hundred warriors in front of him are actually some of the people who were with him in their previous lives.

Of course, I didn't have time to explain and couldn't say I knew everything, so I said it short and bold.

“Do what you want. ”

Southern warriors used to say that.

They face their fists and swords, they make friendships, they show blood and bone, and they mutter friendships.

It's easy to say, they're the ones who get close to each other in a fight. In my past life, I used to fight mercenaries and be a pain in the ass.

I unravelled a wild horse named Jenryd. He ran without delay.

The Wingless Tribe was faster than anyone in the South, so it was only a matter of time before he stood at the head of the 12,000 Confederates.

Heave-ho!

Seeing Jenryd pull out two axes, the southern men scatter to her side.

In the middle, at the forefront, Jenryd opens his mouth.

“I am Jenryd of the Wingless Falcon. I'll lead.”

I don't think it's cool to talk about fighting together.

An enemy has just stood in front of the incoming enemy.

Anyone on the Middle Continent would put a knife in his mouth right now to see all the star-crossed lunatics.

“Oooh!”

But the men of the south did not care. We'll just fight together.

“Jenryd!”

Someone called out the name of my driver.

“Jenryd!”

Someone else called him by that name.

“Jenryd!”

The cry of the Southern warriors echoes through the air. It is their tradition to praise the name of a great warrior.

“Ahhhh!”

Soon, he cried out and ran to Yenrich.

A group of pumpkins who had seen it beforehand and told me about it rushed into the dust.

The rushing opponent is an army of roaring elephants, the enemy of Jenryd.