From a terminal Soldier to Monarch

Twelve hundred Confederate soldiers approach and turn against the enemy.

Standing at the forefront is Yenreed, the wingless hawk.

“Go."

I recited something I didn't even know. The axe in his hands crumbles into his wings.

Ugh.

The unknown and mystical force within the body twitches and reacts. Vise opens his eyes and looks at the hero in front of him.

I've heard this story before.

“The real vice has eyes and ears. ”

It was a passerby of Weiss Knight. I knew it. I knew it.

It was not a lie.

The mysterious and unknown symbol in my body saw the person in front of me, heard his voice, and reacted.

The motion of the vice that was swinging and shaking all over the body was overwhelming, and the flesh of the chicken rose and the heart thumped.

He also said that Vise had eyes and ears.

Why would Vise Knight stand in the lead to fight better than anyone else?

“Do you really think so? ”

Why is his question so vivid at this moment?

Yeah, that's what I thought. I thought I was better at fighting than the others.

I remembered every moment I stood in front of an ally. I, a part of me, was running ahead of the dead Earl Van Ludwig, guarding the invisible wall.

I would have done the same thing.

Weiss isn't just giving himself strength and speed. It was the real Weiss Knight, having the energy gushing out of his body and standing in the lead to take on the enemy's energy.

An arrow fired first in front of an ally and a shield in front of them.

Instead of standing in front of you, I see. How I was able to fill the void of Earl Van Ludwig and defend his place.

Jenryd lowers her gaze to the ground.

Puck!

His cold soil rises to the top. What a glorious dash. With an assault machine, I, too, have kept Jenryd above me.

The first enemy you meet doesn't know his feet and axe.

As the distance is narrowed, the opposing tribe warrior presses the heavy two-handed axe from top to bottom.

Jenryd twists and avoids it. It bends at the waist and diverts, and it is a movement that is full of vitality so that no wildlife is separate.

Puck!

The moment his axe hits the ground, two flashes strike his neck and shoulders.

As you move forward, two of Jenryd's axes begin to dance.

His axe slashes, beats, and erases enemies that run headlong.

The elephant tribe warriors roaring at Jenryd in the lead, their necks and arms scattered into the air.

Six people lay on the ground incapable of battle, not even five steps away. Every time the axe blade soaks in the air, the enemy lies on the ground.

I controlled the beating heart with long breaths and examined the history.

“Ahhhh!”

Seeing the southern and southern wars screaming, Dutch birch approaches with his arms closed.

Until then, my eyes did not leave the battlefield.

“…… what should we do? ”

Birch Dutch asked.

Maybe both groups are enemies to him. No, it was always like that.

He couldn't catch the ribs. Duke Dutch was not a fighter specialist. His organs were transactions and operations.

“I'm going to stop it. ”

I spoke up and borrowed a helmet from his soldiers and handed it over to Birch Dutch.

The blue glowing window was too noticeable.

The bird receives a spear, unable to speak, and asks with his eyes. I turned away from that gaze, pressed on my helmet, and turned around.

The roaring elephant clan of the South is strong.

They use their heavy, two-handed axes as their primary weapon and load up on the weight of the strike instead of their swift feet.

Let me walk forward and see it.

“Baron Fraunmut! ”

Dutch birdie calls me from behind, killing my voice. When I stopped walking, he was talking.

“Who will protect this place if you leave? ”

Protect what?

Dutch Jacques has eyes, but he can't see. No, no one here has seen the battlefield properly.

The moment a hero named Jeneed crosses the enemy's path and wields an axe, victory and defeat is decided.

The tribe of elephants is strong and the quality of the warriors is high, but one vice knight doesn't reverse the flow of morale and victory.

“Inoum!”

Dozens of warriors from the Elephant Tribe rush towards Elder Jenryd.

“Oh!”

Duch saw it and was surprised to spit it out. I walked away from it.

“Kill him!”

“Whoa!”

Southern women are not fools. No fool wields a two-handed axe as his primary weapon.

There were many warriors with daggers in their hands, looking for loopholes. Ten men circle back and attack, leaving Jenryd unseen.

It's overwhelming.

I looked at it and I walked without a care.

Furverbuck!

“Hnng!”

You haven't taken a few steps, but a bloody axe pops out of the enemy's basket with a raised sound.

I can see him slit the throat of a surviving warrior.

I saw ten enemies fall to the ground on his way out, and I grabbed a club that fell to the ground.

[Blunt Skill: 38]

You turn the club around, bending your wrist and drawing a large circle. A heavy and rough weapon.

The center of gravity is also a mess, but enough destructive power to crush the skull if hit properly.

This is enough to fight once. Southern warriors are brave, so they fight without retreat.

So there were a lot of dead people.

Too bad.

I joined the battlefield with that thought.

“Khh!”

The southerner is the one who runs around screaming like a beast. I put my foot on his back.

I felt like I cut my shoulders so deep that I could spill my blood.

The fallen man rolls to the ground, grumbling.

As you move forward, you see the elephant tribe. They are duller in skin and in gray leather shoes than the others.

“Khh!”

“Woohoo!”

“My brother is with me! ”

“Die! Die! ”

“I have my sister's axe! ”

Winning battles and taking damage are separate things.

At best, I want to reduce the damage here for the next time.

Bandages.

The club cuts through the air. To be precise, the moment the enemy turns their heads, they head to the rear.

Puck!

His head burst and his brains and blood splattered on his face.

One.

I took a breath and looked at it calmly. My job here is not to be king of them.

“Kaaak!”

You kick the lead out of the glowing man's back, screaming, and his head falls down.

At the same time, I was stunned by the club swinging up and down, and my cervical spine was badly broken.

I crossed the battlefield. Jenryd's assault kills the enemy's scam and forces a powerful warrior to swarm at him.

In the meantime, I was just teasing my hands and feet diligently to keep my allies from dying.

I decided to fight. There is no Southern egg in this lifetime. I will make it so.

* * *

How Southern blindness was created.

Heroes, opportunities, enemies.

Three things would have to be engaged. I needed a hero to prove myself powerlessly, and I needed a chance to show it.

And there had to be enemies.

To worship people, you needed a hero of the minimum Weiss Knight class to tie them up.

Not one who takes advantage of that, but a southern hero more than anyone else.

“I am Jenryd, the wingless falcon! Aaaaahhhh!"

I've never seen a yen-reed so excited and roaring. Drunk as a kitten, he groans in blood with an axe in his hands.

“Ahhhh!”

“Jenryd!”

I only took the axe because I had it once, and I stood behind him because I respected them even if they had just exchanged fists.

That was the southern idol.

Jenryd stands before 12,000, leading them and killing more warriors than anyone.

No one stopped him and no one stood before him.

He proved his strength by laying down countless warriors.

When that force is directed at the enemy, it shows what the outcome will be.

The roaring elephant clan eventually fled without surviving the peninsula.

“Woohoo!"

“Woohoo!"

“Wooha!"

“Wooha!"

The rest of the Confederate forces in Jenryd's cry follows. All of a sudden, everyone huddles up, raising their weapons and cheering for victory.

“Whoa!”

It was a little different from the Central Continent. One of them approaches, wondering if he thought I was a colleague. He puts his hands on his shoulders and shouts.

“Whoa!”

I'm going deaf, you son of a bitch.

Of course, I enjoyed this moment.

It was the one who prepared to seize the opportunity. Of course I knew this, and I was prepared.

It was Orloth's turn to catch it.

He did what he had to. Persuasion, as I said, was like the creation of the Confederacy.

Standing alone, being a hero, putting the South at your feet.

That's how the Confederacy was formed. I put Jen Reed here because I knew that.

“Jenryd!”

At some point, twelve hundred Confederate soldiers started shouting Jenryd's name.

“Jenryd!”

If the beginning of the Confederacy had been the birth of a hero, I would have seen the beginning of a new alliance here.

* * *

Duchy did not even think about repairing the soldiers, seeing those who shouted "Friendly" or "Wooha."

Why did this happen? ’

He knew her well.

The southern woman known to Duke Dutch is a group of people who don't listen well to their opponents.

I've been ignored once or twice by a southern woman.

My son told me he was a knight, and I had to lie in bed for a month after being beaten by a southerner.

I'll never forget what the southerner said.

“I don't trade with the weak. ”

Son of a bitch.

He was insulted. Dutch Birch's efforts to open a deal have not been limited. The relationship with the Southern woman piled up one by one was the biggest secret to his territory.

I did, but I sure did.

“Huh."

The southern women were outcasts. However, the results in front of me did not say that.

Because she's the same Southern woman? ’

He asked himself, "Bullshit."

“Those lunatics. ”

It wasn't because of the little Southern girl who spit her swear words next to him. Living on the same continent meant that they respected each other.

“Fighting fanatics. ”

The Southern girl mutters again.

Those who are crazy about fighting are right.

“You fight well. Our friend.”

“Good. You fight well, too. ”

They would struggle to death, and they would grunt, and they would say,

I used to talk like that with a fucking bruise on my face and a broken arm.

“Huh."

A second hoax appeared. No, I didn't even laugh anymore.

I just stared at the situation with a blank gaze. Prince Dutch instinctively knew there was nothing he could do here.

Neither the man who led this situation nor the man who is currently in charge here.

Boom boom.

The one who came forward, taking off the helmet full of blood, was the real protagonist who made this place.

The Southern woman calls him Jen Reed, but this is the man who actually led the situation.

Creepy.

Dutch cockroach gives me the creeps.

Did he expect it?

If so, where is he looking now?

As soon as I saw a dark-haired, blue-haired young man called Baron Fraunmund, I thought to myself,

‘You mustn't lose Chuck. ’

If he had anticipated and moved so far, he would have had tremendous momentum and power.

Of course he didn't really know all this. Half the results will be lucky, but you'll be lucky.

“Now…."

It was before I asked him what to do.

“Smile. You stopped the enemy. ”

Baron Fraunmut said.

Laugh, will you laugh in this situation?

It looks like a tiger came into the room after biting a flock of jackals.

“What do we do now? No, three, to be exact. ”

Baron Fraunmut speaks and looks at himself. As Duke Dutch looked at him, he knew he had to listen to whatever he had to say.

“Father.”

My son stood behind me. Is his anxiety contagious?

‘Even if he conquers this land, he cannot be rebellious. ’

Duke Dutch thought he was naive. The four of them were the monstrous knights and the vice knights who stopped 2,000.

He's the one who destroyed the Earl of Vantes. I neglected that power and practice.

What did he believe and why did he break in here? What did he say to bring troops here?

‘Ha.’

The third empty laugh had to hide his face and burst into his heart. Only then did Dutch know that his noble status could not protect him.

This man in front of me was not a person who had anything to do with it. An invincible defeat was seen in him by the ancient king.

Now I know that one word of his will decide his life and his life.

‘Tim.’

Tim Dutch, save your son. It was when I felt that way.

The baron recited three things to do.

“Since we have won, eat, drink...."

He blurs his words and makes eye contact with himself.

“Get some rest.”

“... You mean eating, drinking, and resting? ”

The bird asked.

“Is there anything else you need to do? ”

Baron Fraunmut takes it back.

No, I mean, shouldn't we? Even though many have died, the number of Confederates here is more than five hundred.

You're just gonna let that number of troops eat, drink and rest here?

If you prick your finger, your territory will fall straight down his throat. No, you can renew the contract through threats.

But that didn't happen.

“Do you need supplies? ”

I don't think so.

“All I have is money. ”

Birch Dutch said. I was willing to buy it and feed it.

There was a party, and Duchy eventually felt anxious, but the rest of the Confederate army didn't cause any trouble.

He just ate, drank, rested, and left in the morning.

The only thing left to do is to clear the battlefield. However, there was one strange thing.

Baron Fraunmut and Jenryd joined them and left together for the south.

“I can't believe it. ”

At the end of all that, Duke Dutch said. He heard a word from Chris at the banquet.

“I like a capable person. ”

Obviously, at that moment, Chris did not see himself as a peer aristocrat. No threats, no threats.

‘He is the monarch's statue. ’

That's what instincts and merchant instincts say. A man named Chris Fraunmoont wouldn't just stop here.

Duke Dutch hated gambling, but at this moment he knew I had to gamble my entire fortune.

‘I can't believe it. ’

What Baron Fraunmut has done so far is like a visit from a wizard. The bird is still dumbfounded.