From a terminal Soldier to Monarch

“Run!”

“Eat it all! ”

I didn't expect these bastards to listen to me from the start.

We only caught those who could communicate. It was fortunate that the warriors of each tribe, called Nanda Longda, followed Jenryd's orders.

Hold the line, that's all I wanted. Instead of fighting to kill each other, he just draws a line and tries to protect it.

“Jenryd!”

“Woohoo!”

He stands to my right, pulling out the axe. Jen Reed wasn't normal either.

There were quite a lot of injuries from previous battles. The axe blade that grazed his belly was a wound so thin that his intestines would have spilled out, and the steamed club on his left shoulder prevented him from moving his left arm freely.

He was a vice knight, so he would recover in a day or two, but he was not immortal. If you get knifed, you're dead meat.

“Don't move. ”

So, I didn't want him to die in this fight.

I stared at the elephant tribe warriors, filling their eyes.

It was dirty.

“Phew. Phew."

You hear a heavy breathing right next to you. Kang, Baron and Borte, three warriors stand beside him.

You can't kill all the southern warriors here, including Jenryd. I turned my head to see if there was any other way to defeat this situation besides combat.

And then I gave up.

There was no other way.

“Don't come near me. ”

I spoke up and stepped forward.

The Weiss Knights I met in my past life expressed three fears of the Knights of Weiss.

First, anyone with a vice with eyes and ears can hear and see faster than anyone else.

Second, the moment you stand at the forefront of your allies, you become a force leader.

And the third, as he said, was the most impressive.

“A proper vice knight would kill a soldier of cloth alone. ”

"Whew."

I breathed and closed my eyes and opened them. In the current situation, there was some thought and some error. As it were, I had to appoint Jen Reed to lead the warriors.

Shouldn't you be here right away?

I expected this battle to happen.

Nevertheless, I stayed a day in Duch. Jenryd put me in here, so I needed some time to melt into them.

But was this the best you could do?

Face a thousand warriors with two thousand men behind you?

Let's not think about it. We just made the most reasonable choice in that situation.

I know how meaningless the regrets after a choice are.

Now we just accept the consequences.

It's not my fight, but it's also my fight. Those who stood behind me were not yet my lands, so they were not my fights, but my fights because they were my duty to protect them.

I can feel the strength of your warriors following me. I stomped to the ground and stopped breathing in front of the enemy warriors.

Shhh! Shhh!

The sound of me hitting the ground has gone backwards.

Tak.

The sound of the enemy stepping on the ground.

Bandages.

The sound of the axe falling.

"Choo-woo."

Kill him.

What are the eyes and ears of Weiss?

I distance myself from them by watching and listening. The one on the left comes in first. The one in the lead, then.

Even if you don't hone your passing skills separately, a tribe of warriors will fit right into their hands and feet.

In complex combat situations, I saw and heard them before they did. A club with a heavy iron ball flies first.

Boong!

The enemy's weapon grazes over your head, creating a sensation of excitement. Several of the hairs of his head are scattered.

I had a blue spear in my hand, and I didn't put it out.

I just avoided it.

As you take a step left, the enemy's axe grazes your right shoulder. I moved on from that state.

The place where I stopped was right in the middle, right in the middle of the enemy.

A plank deliberately entered the siege.

Boom! Boom!

Weapons are swarming all around me. That vivid killing awakened the senses of my whole body.

You grab the edge of the bluish, shake it with your strength, and reach out.

Ha-ha.

The screeching spear vomits.

The tongue of a snake.

The seven panes spread out in all directions. There is a limit to the number of people who can attack for one person.

I had a lot of enemies to deal with at one time, five less than three.

The serpent's tongue sweeps through the enemy's entire body.

Furverbuck!

The sound of rearing hits your ear.

One man's throat is punctured and the other has a hole in his shoulder. The man who was hit in the head on the pole collapses.

One charge, one charge.

I ran again without stopping, with five warriors on my back.

“Whoa."

I exhaled once, inhaled, and held back.

The number of enemies I had to kill to save them was at least two hundred.

There was no time to rest.

Puebuck!

I hear the sound of my body exploding in front, behind and next to me and my head breaking. I didn't have time to worry about that.

Right now, I have to show my third fear of the vice knights.

* * *

What is combat?

I like to call it the Dance on the Blade.

You take a wrong step and you're dead.

Relax and die.

Be careless and die.

I had to walk and make no mistakes while maintaining moderate tension.

First, you need a cold head to do that.

Especially if they're weaker than me.

You duck your head and raise your spear up, avoiding the flying blade. You draw the spear down, tucked into the enemy's forearm.

“Shhh!”

Along with the screams of the enemy, his forearms crack vertically, and blood splits underneath. Bluish was able to sharpen his spear because it was hard.

I keep my spear sharpened, modeled after Jenryd, and I see the effect.

The user slashes the tip of the spear against the target and snatches its ankle.

I bent and kneeled into the neck of the fallen man.

Out of the way!

I felt the sound and feel of a broken neck.

Breathe slowly and deeply, and let the battle calm down. There is no one behind me here.

I couldn't overdo it. I suppressed the excitement of combat to the fullest extent. I was just passionate about sticking out a spear and stabbing it.

Fighting without rest, soaked in sweat, wasn't a rest for Weiss Knight.

Fucking kill the fabric alone?

It can't be done by force alone. I would have blown smoke, but...

If you can't see, southern allies stab and kill each other.

It's been a long day.

As much blood flowed through my body as Jenryd did in the previous battle.

I'm exhausted.

I stood with my spear against the ground as a support. The elephant tribe is slowly retreating.

I could see the bloody ground behind the sunset.

I cut my flank twice and cracked my left tibia.

I waltzed 13 times, but there were many opponents. The price of making a move on purpose to reduce the damage to the Southern Warriors.

If it were my territory, I'd want to rest for a week, but this isn't my land.

Vise, move. Heal my body.

I longed and yearned, and the mystery inside my body moved towards the wound. The Weiss Knight's resilience in the second floor, the phase of increasing self-healing, was a level that surpassed that of ordinary people.

The short breath, beating heart, and trembling arms and legs caused by the load quickly returned to normal.

“Ahhhhhh!”

Then the Southern Warrior's shout sounded from behind. Baron, but the screamer's face is familiar.

* * *

“Ahhhh!”

With a shout, the jelly moves forward. As he limps, someone shrugs and shoves his head between his arms.

“I can fight. ”

He was now thirteen, a young warrior of the tribe.

“Go out if you want to die. ”

The jelly currents were rough.

The boy's supported jelly moves forward.

Elongated bursts of cheer make Jellyzed's stride swift, wondering the outcome of the battle.

“Slowly! Fall! ”

The boy who supported him said, Jelly didn't like my legs that wouldn't listen.

But I had to see it. Are the Southern peoples stranded like this or will they survive?

‘A falcon sitting on a blade. ’

He went forward, reciting to himself the great ancestors.

And there, I saw the elephant tribe retreating, and I saw the two shining brightly among the warrior hordes.

It was two men who were facing the sunset.

Today, because of the dark gloom of dusk, I couldn't see their faces properly.

“Are you going to get close? ”

The boy asks, "I don't know why, but the gummy bears didn't notice."

He walked forward without a word.

Larynx.

I took off my bloody leather armor and clothes, and the two of them that I had thrown away all hung up.

“Jenryd!”

“A falcon without wings! ”

“Chris!"

This could be a mind-crushing spell. The shaman of the Elephant Tribe might be welcome.

The steps of the jelly rush back again. This time, even the boy did not detain him. There were two warriors, but only one came into Jelly's eyes.

“Chris!"

“Friend!"

“Delicious hair! ”

The cheers were coming from another warrior.

“Jenryd.”

Jelly goes on, reciting. He limps as he sprinkles the boy's support.

“Huh? Jelly! ”

The boy cried out, but I couldn't hear him. Wherever he goes, there lies Jen Reed.

He was covered in blood, but the gummy bears recognized his gray hair.

The deficit of the falcon who read the wings.

The most talented warrior ever born.

A bloodline of two of the greatest warriors of every tribe without wings.

I sent him to save his life, and I thought he was dead because I never saw him again. I couldn't find it, I couldn't hear the news.

He appeared at the most critical moment, in an unexpected space.

“Jelly, it's been a long time. ”

As he recognizes him, the opponent recognizes him.

“Jenryd.”

Their gaze was tangled in the air. The boy became a warrior and the warrior became crippled.

“Too late.”

Jelly smiles at his clumsy words. The boy next to him looks surprised to see the smile on Jelly's face.

After losing each tribe, he loses his smile. His life was just to keep the vein alive, to save some of the surviving tribes.

There was no joy.

There was no happiness.

All that was left for him to lose his strength as a warrior was duty and responsibility.

“It's not too late. ”

After a crude greeting, Jen Lid and Jelly, who were covered in blood, hug each other.

“Oooh!”

And the southern woman still cheered.

* * *

A wingless hawk, a hawk, sits on a blade, drops its majesty and his army defends him, and it moves on to find a new land.

Jelly recalls what the fortuneteller had told me a long time ago.

The hawk sitting on the blade was meant to be a fighting tribal warrior. And unfortunately, the warriors of every tribe are all dead except themselves.

In other words, there was only one warrior of the falcon, Yenreed. The warriors who defended his name made it clear that he had fallen apart.

And next to him, there was a man in the place where there should be an army.

“Chris Fraunmoont. My chieftain.”

And that's what Jen Reed said. The man who would be his chieftain was not a southern woman, but a continent chief.

It wasn't a big deal. Unless it's called a chief. It is the central continent's character that divides the South from the Continent, and not the South.

What matters to them is the warrior or not. It was his tribe or not.

“Delicious hair. ”

Chris misunderstood that he didn't know Southern languages, but it also meant that his tasty hair looked rare. Jelly also complimented Chris' appearance.

“His head. ”

According to the fortune-teller, he is the man who should have an "army." Chris looked at the jelly and asked.

“You're in charge here, right? ”

“I just take care of the rest. ”

“That's what he said. Don't you know your way around back here? ”

Chris asked. I could not have guessed the intention of his question.

“There is.”

But Jelly listens to him. I didn't reach out to Jenryd as chief.

I just saw the warriors around me respecting him and recognizing him as a warrior.

‘The Army.’

It was because he had a hunch that he was the army the fortune-teller spoke of. Pure Southern women overestimated their instincts.

Although there are some disadvantages, their sharp instincts have made most of them useful.

The intuition moved the jelly.

“The land of the wolves was here. ”

“What kind of wolf camp is this? ”

Chris grumbles and says to the jelly.

“I don't know what I'm talking about. You fight an elephant, you die. ”

The remaining warriors here will freak you out, but the jelly is not surprised.

The elephant tribe has spent a long time preparing for this fight and the unity of the South. Different tribes and different sizes.

The 'footless mole’ and ‘tongueless tiger’ fell down. Three tribes succumb to one man.

“So..."

Chris blurred his words as if he were careful to spit them out.

Jelly waited patiently for his words and accepted his offer.

The man who was embarrassed by the acceptance was a man named Chris Fraunmoont, who did not deny that he was the chief of Jenryd.

“I will.”

Eventually, Jellyfish confirmed it once more.

“Yes.”

Then Chris nods.