From a terminal Soldier to Monarch

The tribe of elephants united the south with the appearance of one warrior. It was undeniable.

‘What would I do if I were him? ’

I tried to understand the current state of affairs better than combat.

‘You'll be watching the movement of the central continent. ’

Knowing the results allowed me to anticipate the process and his thoughts. Thanks to that, there are two ways to save a southern woman.

Warnings and fleeing.

‘If they think my land is precious. ’

Even if Dutch Birch is eliminated, will the Southern nobles around here still be able to see the Southern fires?

Grrr.

I was cleaning bluish's bloody spear and getting some millstones. To sharpen the blue glowing spear, I felt a rush in my chest.

I rubbed it with strength.

Shhh!

I had to grind it hard enough to make a splash of fire. Magical weapons are good in many ways, but they're just solid spears, so you have to throw a few wheels away.

“That spear looks good. ”

I was surrounded by warriors. Why are these bastards stuck together?

“You're right. ”

I gave a big answer and focused on getting back to the spear.

After all, "warning" means moving the southern nobles a little faster.

The elephant chieftain wants the land of the Central Continent, not the rest of the Southern peoples who oppose him.

Ching.

The millstone splits apart. I organized my thoughts in the light of the sun.

‘Warnings alone could make him give them up. ’

The fierceness of previous battles was natural. There are only 500 warriors left here, and the opposing team has dozens of times more warriors.

How much blood do we need to shed to unite the South? How many warriors do we need to shed that much blood?

At least a few thousand units.

Even if only some of them come, this side won't be able to stop the annihilation.

So I sent a pumpkin to warn you. One letter with my handwritten signature was enough.

Duke Dutch would have received it, and he would have asked for help from princes and kingdoms and ducks and anyone else.

Land.

I stood up with a wheel on a bluish top. A clear sound rang out.

“Chieftain, come fight with me. ”

Some warriors came and spoke to me.

Among the southerners, they were particularly curious. They were also men who played in battle.

My face looked familiar.

Why do you keep calling me Chief? When Jenryd called me Chief, some warriors called me Chief, saying my name was difficult.

He said his tribe and roots were already dead and gone, and he had no chieftain.

“Not now. ”

I talked and I kept my eyes off her. It was time for the scouts to return.

As I expected, the elephant tribe had to give up on us as a "warning" operation.

Then I was going to steal them away. But that didn't happen.

An ominous hunch never betrays me.

That's why I told Jell-O.

“Let's run.”

Jelly was the eyes of those who knew this was the last rather than the eyes of those who believed me.

It was not the eyes of those who began something new, but the eyes of those who threw away the burden that had been brought so far.

One more thing, he seemed to have something to hide without telling me. My gut warned me. And he didn't seem to tell me if he hit it and died.

I wondered why the elephant tribe wouldn't give up this Southern nation.

Jelly, he had an answer.

It was just a guess, but I was pretty sure of the odds. And I've come up with an easy way to find out.

“Jenryd.”

“Tell me.”

Jen Ridge, who was always beside me, approaches.

If I ask, the jelly won't answer. But not when Jen Reed asks.

I whispered in Jenryd's ear. He frowns.

“Just ask. He'll answer. ”

The jelly stands on a limb that is likely to break soon. He needs a reliable ally.

“Go.”

Jenryd steps back.

“Baron! Borte! Kang!"

I summoned the warriors who were well acquainted. A scout rushes for you.

I heard a few words in their conversation. In my short Southern language, there was a sense of urgency.

“Enemies! Many! ”

Weren't you warned on the central continent? Likely, but unlikely

‘Why the elephant cubs don't give up here. ’

There were two missions: warning and escape. There was no reason to choose only warning.

“To the mountains!"

A warrior shouts.

It's like I said before. They listened to me, thanks to the title that Jenryd called Chief, who fought alongside the Southern Warriors.

“Across the mountains to fight the enemy! ”

There was also an excuse.

We moved up. Follow the path you already know.

It was a mountain range across the back, a large backbone that circularly crossed the eastern and southern continents.

It was called the Back Bone, the Spine Mountains. It's a place where predators and monsters protrude, so no one can rest.

Rumor has it that the dragon lives and that God has left his own identity.

Especially for southerners, the Back Bone Mountains are like walls that cannot be crossed.

So I didn't tell them I was going to cross this mountain range.

“Move!”

I spoke up and headed for them. I walked with the southern woman ready.

Given the distance the scouts know and the number of enemies, there should be a few hours left.

In the meantime, we will enter the Bagbon Mountains. On the run and warning, it was the beginning of the escape.

* * *

“Jenryd.”

Jelly looks into Jenryd's eyes and asks. Jenryd thinks she doesn't want to touch her tangled grey hair because she doesn't wash it properly.

It's all because of Chris. ’

In the process of immersing myself in refined water, I became a hobby of bathing. I felt like washing up.

“Your roots are here. ”

The gummy bears glow and say,

Jen Reed was pleased to meet him and pleased. I didn't intend to deny it.

“Do you believe him? ”

I knew he didn't have to say anything about Chris. Jenryd doesn't answer.

“The South!”

Jelly speaks, banging and slamming the floor with his axe. The gaze of the sitting jelly and the Jenlid in front of it tangles in the air.

“I will not forget revenge. ”

Jenryd doesn't care what Jelly says. In fact, I didn't really care.

I was just thinking about this fight and the situation.

‘What is the South? ’

That was the only thought in Jenryd's head.

“The elephant tribe has killed our minds. ”

Jelly says again. Jenryd remains silent.

“A falcon sitting on a blade, do you really think the army by your side will serve us? ”

For the southern woman, the prophecy was no different from the roar of the wild dogs. You were drawn to the prophecy and you listened to Chris?

That was bullshit. Chris knew it, Jellyfish knew it, and Jenryd knew it.

That can't be why Jelly listened to Chris.

“Hidden. ”

Jenryd's mouth is wide open. Voices that did not mix emotions gave me a feeling of intimidation by themselves.

“You're noticing faster. ”

Jelly says, "Yenreed is still looking down on him." It was noisy outside.

The elephant tribe has invaded again.

Jelly looks at Jenryd, put his hand in the back pocket and pulls it out.

What he pulled out was a finger. It's also a wrinkled finger that's been cut quite a while.

“The roaring elephant chieftain saves three things: The Gray Palm Warriors assembled the best warriors. And two treasures and one woman."

I thought that twisted finger might be a treasure, but when I looked closely, the jelly was a horse.

“I killed a woman he cared about. ”

Jenryd's eyes frown.

“It was for my chieftain and for your father and mother. It was also revenge for the man who wiped out my tribe. ”

reasonable

Jenryd can't blame the jelly. The last warrior without wings did what he had to do.

“I lost my leg, but the elephant chieftain will chase me to my death. ”

Jelly smiles with the horse. His face shows a smile, but what he has is not a real smile.

He took his revenge, but he also came here responsible for the other two thousand.

He knew the elephant chieftain would come after him for revenge. He chose what he would not like.

You hug the rest of the tribe, run away, kill the woman, and send a warrior to the central continent to cause trouble.

It was the end. Jelly wanted to end it all.

He was preparing to die. Two thousand Southern women are to be left to Chris.

Jenryd leaves him behind.

“Jenryd.”

Jelly calls him out.

“Where are your roots? ”

He asks. Jenryd does not hesitate.

I don't know what the South is, but I know who Jen Reed is. He was born in every tribe without wings, moved to the central continent and lived on the battlefield, and was a warrior who planted his roots on the land of Chris Fraunmutt.

“My roots are Chris. ”

Jenryd steps forward with the horse. Mass migration is on the way I was distracted.

“Bass! This way! ”

With a mother who takes care of her child.

“Leave me alone! ”

There was a warrior preparing for the last.

“Oh, give me your fangs! ”

Jen leads through the screaming clan aspirations and finds Chris.

It was not difficult to find a knight with dark blue hair leading people at the front.

“Chris!"

He smiles bitterly as he tells the story he heard.

“You're Southern. ”

And then he mumbled.

“Tell him to lead the remaining warriors and block his back. ”

If we didn't buy them time, we couldn't let them escape. Jenryd nods.

It was when the burinaques began to move in the direction of the Bagbon Mountains.

“Kiyo!”

The elephant tribe came screaming.

Older warriors, crippled warriors, and remaining warriors stand in his way.

In front of it, there was jelly.

“A wingless falcon's jelly. ”

He raises his axe, reciting.

* * *

Pass Finder is the vision of remembering the way. It's a secret I won't tell you.

I couldn't memorize every path. However, I only saw the flow of herbs growing from the ground and the way the beast walked.

The area where the herbs are coming from is so messy, they don't change. That was my vision.

“Ueron!”

A young boy warrior of the Wolf Tribe, introduced by Jelly. He had nothing to show me the way.

On the contrary.

“If you get lost, everyone dies. ”

When I held onto the shoulder of the boy warrior, he looked at me.

“What are you thinking? Chief.”

He asked me for a smile.

“How many warriors are left behind us? ”

Jenryd is next to you.

“Five hundred.”

The Southern warriors know fear, but they do not retreat. They told them to stay put.

I was just about to recruit some young warriors to stay behind.

“I can't let 500 warriors go. ”

You can call it bad habit.

I never let those who are looking for a place to die die.

“Go, you're in charge and in front of them. ”

I spoke and turned around. Taught Uerns how to walk the mountain roads. Knowing this location, he quickly memorized the path without wandering around.

He's a clever boy.

“Put this on. ”

Uerne gave me dark, black leather gloves. It was thin enough to be a gauntlet.

“It's made of black wolf hide. Sticky and hard.”

I did not refuse his favor. When I put it on, Uerr called out.

“Chief.”

“Why?"

“Why are you doing this? ”

The central continent and southern women were never close. In the past, the central continent enslaved southerners.

There were also quite a few tribesmen left with the wounds. Some Southerners are still enslaved.

“We are Southern women. ”

You may call me Chief, but you're a Middle Continent.

“Ueron.”

I looked at him and I said,

“I don't discriminate against those in my arms. in my life.”

As I spoke, I spread my palms and raised my hand blade and lowered it above my head.

“There is one criterion. ”

I was a horse with a line drawn perpendicular to the ground.

“On my side or not, that's all. ”

“…… why are we on your side? ”

Urn asked again.

Why?

“Yenreed, let's go. ”

You see Jenryd and claim to be warriors. You look at him and look down on him.

His family is mine. Even if all this is over and you go the other way, I will not regret it.

This is a fight for my knights rooted in me.

“A man called the South. ”

Jenryd mutters at your side. Suddenly I want to talk nonsense.

“Central or Southern, it doesn't matter. People matter."

Jenryd speaks.

“Are you sick? ”

He smiles when he asks. It was a rare bright smile.

“I don't want to think. ”

Yeah, I'm aware of that.

What were you thinking?

“I like fighting. ”

I'm well aware of that. That's why I'm on my way to a big fight.

“Southern women are people. ”

I blame you for trying to talk to me in the past. I didn't ask Jenryd to explain something I couldn't understand.

“Come on. Let's go. ”

We ran a burinake. Behind you is Jelly, Jen Reed's brother.

The warriors we fought together were fighting the elephant tribe.

They fought faithfully to defend it.

“On my side. ”

Jenryd mutters. I think I might have liked what I said.

Boom! Boom!

You can see 500 warriors being pushed relentlessly on the battlefield as the sound of the uproar and the noise resounded.

“Phew.”

I took the smoke out of my chest as I exhaled. I was about to show everything I had without having to hide it.