From a terminal Soldier to Monarch

‘Jen Reed.’

I wanted to pass on the entire tribe's vision, but I didn't have time to waste. The jelly rises up, wiping off the flowing blood.

The limp has lost the falcon's maneuverability due to its legs.

“Bring it on.”

That's why I just came close and slapped the enemy. He was a southern man who lived like a man born to fight, so he was a warrior without a bridge.

“I am the jelly of the wingless falcon! ”

I knew their goal was me. Enemies flock to his cry.

“You!”

“The chieftain asked me to take her captive! ”

Someone shouted.

Capturing him alive will be the cause of deep grudges.

Jelly recalls the elephant chieftain.

‘Tiny bastard. ’

God wasn't fair. It was a mistake to hand over the talents of combat and integration to such scum.

He was good at fighting and reading people's minds, but he didn't care about people.

If he took one, he would pay ten. He was less than a Southern dog in there.

‘Such a man should not unite the south. ’

We should not travel the same way as the central continental kingdom. The free spirit of the South must not vanish.

Thinking about it, the gummy bears smile.

When did I start worrying about that? ’

This was the chief's concern. He was fighting in front of everything. He somehow pretended to be a chieftain and he didn't know it.

“Wooha!”

He grunts and grunts.

‘I am a jelly, a falcon without wings. ’

I wanted to go crazy with an axe instead of wings. A tribal healer looks at your leg and recalls shaking his head.

I wanted to die as a warrior if I was going to die anyway.

Grrrrrrr.

I grabbed the axe in each hand and scratched it, and it sounded like a beast's cry.

“Damn you. ”

An elephant tribe warrior with a deep scar on his face said. I'm glad the wound hasn't healed yet.

“You're alive and well. ”

“I can't die until I kill you. ”

He was escorting the elephant chieftain's woman. Instead of puncturing his cheek deep enough, he was struck with a twisted leg bone.

The bridge that was hit by his axe goes dark.

“Whew.”

The target is not weak. So it wasn't enough against the last one.

Can I win without my feet? ’

I came back to my senses. Why does it keep getting in the way?

Maybe it's because I met Jen Reed. As soon as a trace of the past appeared in front of his eyes, what might be called a remission, Jelly sensed that he was going to die here.

You raise the bloody axe perpendicular to the ground. I slapped him on the forehead with an axe raised overhead.

Blood splattered on your forehead and the stench of bitterness pierces your nose.

Thanks to you, I woke up.

“Come on, grey paw. ”

“Come, you flying beast. ”

The opponent is a grey-footed warrior from the entire tribe. A group of ambitious warriors with extraordinary talents and their future name was the gray sole.

When I first made it, it was like a gathering of young people from each tribe. It was made by an elephant chieftain like an ant butthole, and the jelly hoped that this might bring the South together.

A Southern union that no one has ever achieved, not blood, but communication.

Well, when I saw the elephant chieftain, I told him not to kill him.

However, the names of those who once spoke of hope were the Gray Foot Warriors. Now his name is changed to despair, and he is in front of his eyes.

A warrior who is difficult to deal with, even if he has two of them, preys on himself. He had a limp in his leg and had not eaten properly for a few days.

‘Just one more hole in the face. ’

I discarded my great greed.

Huang!

The jelly has drawn attention to the surrounding situation. Having abandoned your greed and faced your own condition, your task is clear.

Kwa-ga-gang!

The double-edged axe he wields makes a terrifying splash through the ground. While avoiding the pebbles, the jelly twists.

The clumsy attack is over.

Hook!

Baral, the ax-wielding warrior, pushes his shoulder forward.

He pushes his shoulder, aiming for his weakness.

Win.

Ugh.

I hit the ground, enduring the pain of the twisted leg bones.

Bam!

He flies to the side, and he passes over. Cold sweat drenched my whole body.

It was a duel that took several times the stamina of the battle we had just fought.

“How long are you going to avoid me? ”

Baral swings his axe across. Unlike the axe of every tribe, it is a thick double-edged axe. The sound of cutting air is heavy.

“Laugh!”

The gummy bears groan and bend backwards. The ball was cut by the wind pressure of the flying axe blade, drawing a large circle from left to right.

Pic and blood splattered, but the jelly didn't even know it was vane. I was just busy getting away from the pressure of the weapon the enemy wielded.

“Hiya! Hiya! ”

Varal has struck again. Jelly dodges an elongated assault. I couldn't get half the speed I used to, but somehow I dodged it. Of course, we couldn't avoid them all. I stretched my injured thigh.

The ax blade grazed my leg. Your bones are intact, but now you have an unimaginable wound that moves with this leg.

“It's over!”

Baal comes running, shouting. Jelly sees the opponent's power outweighs his own.

I learned well and was talented. There was only one thing he lacked.

Experience.

How many times has he danced over the boundaries of death and life?

The outcome of the victory and defeat of the duel is divided between the living and the dead, even if they are divided according to their skills.

Tuck.

The unpredictable timing that Baal put everything on the line for this one time. If I put one more scar on his face, that's it.

Whitrick.

The body of the jelly protrudes forward half a turn.

‘Just once. ’

A falcon without wings was fast, even without wings. The reason for that was that they had faster feet than anyone else in the South.

Bam!

A terrible pain started from his thigh struck his whole body. Jelly bites his teeth. The biting was too intense, and my gums bled out.

Instead.

A fierce falcon looks at Baal in the careless arms of Baal.

“Laugh!"

It was the moment he was trying to avoid because he was surprised.

Huff, puff, puff!

A cheerful axe crosses his chin from below to above.

Blood and bribes spilled over the jelly's head. He bows his head and sheds blood to keep the blood out of his eyes.

Bang! Bang!

At that moment, I heard a strange sound from a distance.

“Baal is dead. ”

It was before the blood was spilled. I hear the voices of the others. I can feel the elephant tribesmen approaching.

How much did Jen Reed grow? ’

Instead of listening to their voices, Jelly recalls Jenryd.

Please, be a better warrior than the chief.

I didn't have the strength to snap a real finger anymore.

“Don't kill me. ”

Puck!

Someone kicks themselves with their feet. Then I sprayed my eyes forward.

Three damn grey-footed warriors stand in front of you.

How many elite warriors have you sent to deal with an enemy of this size?

Four? That's too much. If, of course, you killed one yourself, but honestly asked if you could fight again and win, you'd shake your head.

Well, if the other warriors are watching, they'll yell, "Of course I won."

‘I'm glad Jenryd isn't fighting them right now. ’

Jenryd will still be poor as she grows. Other warriors say he showed great harmony, but the Jell-O sees the situation calmly.

‘Not yet. ’

It was a shame I didn't see him fight. It was also a pity that I still failed to share the vision of each clan.

The gray paws are the elite of the elites raised by the South. If not now, then there will be an opportunity for Jenryd to surpass them.

‘Still.'

Well lived.My life as a warrior and my last life as a battlefield will be a pity.

I didn't intend to let them take me alive and torture me.

“Stop him!"

A gray-footed warrior shouts. Jelly dares to lift his axe and bash his head in.

It's the last of its kind. I closed my eyes and strengthened my arms. The ax blade approaches your bloodied forehead.

It was the moment I prayed to myself.

Tuck.

The jelly could not achieve its intentions. Someone stands in the way of their axe.

Empowered, but useless. The opposing Pokémon's power is great.

“…… who are you? ”

The target is hard to see. The opposing Pokémon grabs its axe and twists its grip and snatches it away.

“Borrow.”

As soon as I heard that voice, Jelly opened her eyes wide. Only then can I see the opponent properly. You made a loud noise without even knowing it.

“Why are you here? ”

“You cut the axe well. ”

You hear the grumbling voice of the man who brushed his axe with two fingers. The man blinked his eyes and showed his back.

He looks at the gray plantar warrior in front of him and says,

“I am Jenryd of the Wingless Falcon. ”

It seemed to be mixed with a calm voice. I saw a mixture of chieftains.

He did, too. Usually, when he gets really angry, he snorts and moves around, he calms down.

“Come if you want to die. ”

“Huh!”

“How dare you!”

“The Flying Beast is crazy! ”

The moment the three warriors rush forward, the jelly glances at Jenryd's feet as if possessed. The Wingless Tribe said they have no wings because they have lost the law.

The name of the original clan, which was hidden, was "blade wing hawk."

São Ang!

Two axes in each hand are extended forward and transverse. At the same time, the foot compressed the space.

‘Quick Half-Step Axe. ’

It's a vision of the tribe. Jenryd sees it so easily.

Bang! Bang!

A well-sharpened Jenryd axe cuts one man's throat in half, and its unruly axe crushes one's head like it's been smashed open.

It was a tremendous power.

The last one was quick. Jenryd runs without stopping, kicking his foot and slitting an ax at his neck. Blood spills.

Grey sole warriors.

In the middle of the continent, it was a military force like the Knights.

The three warriors were easily laid to the ground. Jenryd opens her mouth in an awkward manner in front of him.

“In the middle, they call him Lord, not Chief. ”

I want to talk nonsense. Let's see him.

“The Lord said, Live.”

Jelly thought death was upon him. Not at all.

“The approaching. Die.”

Jenryd shows his back, crossing his axe and his.

Phew! Phew! Puebuck!

Approaching the front, whoever it was was killed by an axe. He was a living weapon.

Jelly was surprised to see the face of the vice knight who opened the vice.

“Run if you want to live. You won't be ashamed. ”

As soon as Jenryd speaks again, none of the warriors standing in his way rushes towards him.

Of course, it wasn't just him. Behind the battlefield, one predator had already devoured the entire elephant tribe.

A continent with dark hair was walking out of a grey smoke. Jelly knows that all the fighting is over while she fights.

“After the group that's all gone into the mountains." ”

Chief of the Jenryds, or Lord.

He says a word, and the warriors follow him like a mute, honey.

The results of his relentless force unfolded behind his back. Hundreds of tribal warriors lay on the ground behind him.

There were no allies there. It was Orloth who did it alone. An overwhelming force emanates from his body.