From a terminal Soldier to Monarch

Is the Confederate, the Confederate union, stupid or smart?

You'll be smart. You'll move forward and backward. And yet you decided to attack this place.

‘It's hard to survive. ’

Some couldn't save all of them, even if they did. I didn't like it.

“Don't fight properly unless you've lost an arm and a leg. ”

Jenryd obeyed me instead of asking me again. He was wounded, too, by a few warriors.

We fought well. The warriors are strong enough to resist, but do not stand in absolute dominance.

I wanted to. To fight well, but not feel a great threat to the enemy, just how many knights fight well.

That's all I wanted. The wind is halfway there.

The moment you turn your back on five hundred warriors and see the enemy, you see some pretty scrawny ones.

‘Minimum column. ’

Even though I ran out of shape, no one could stop me.

Each one was a knight.

No matter how well Southern warriors fight knights.How many can keep what's on their necks intact?

I think I'll be the best warrior in the tribe. But there was no such warrior here.

“Jenryd.”

Jenryd clenches her fists as she watches the dying ones.

“They're on my side. ”

I know, son. They're on your side. I dared to cut it open.

My side and my enemy. We divided the world in two.

That's always the right answer on the battlefield.

Unforgivable tolerance and belly return to death.

“Go. You can fight now. ”

Allow Jenryd, and he steps off.

He runs where three knight-class warriors fall apart. When I narrowed my eyes to where they were headed, I saw a familiar face.

Jelly.

That's where Jen Reed was headed, too.

Were you worried if I said no?

I'll tell you right away.

Well, even so, the whole point of this operation was one. No matter how clever the opponent is, he won't be able to think of me or Jen Reed.

It's something that wasn't there before.

I had to use it thoroughly. I made my powers seem weak and prevented the enemy from putting power on this side.

In case the "warning" operation didn't work, it was time to shine a light here.

I took out the smoke and threw it. I closed my eyes as I dived into the smoke.

"Oops!"

“I can't see! ”

“Some guy! ”

Shrew. Chuck. Pak.

The user hears every sound and draws its target's location. There are no allies here.

In other words, all the impending moves were hostile.

I woke up Weiss.

In the meantime, my vice has somehow reached the third floor beyond the second floor.

The nickname on the third floor is "double."

It was a double because it was twice as powerful.

Chaang.

Waltz 13.

I started dancing.

Furverbuck.

A moving spear surrounds everything. I stabbed him, beat him, and beat him.

A man with a split head lies dead on the floor. There was only one thing I wanted.

I put an ally behind my back and an enemy in front of me.

“That's him.”

“scatter the smoke. ”

Idiots.

Whoa!

A man wields a double-edged axe as a fan. I could feel the smoke coming out of me for a second. I ran to you without hesitation.

“Idiot! ”

The warrior ridicules me. Knight rank, if you hit it this way, you have seven of the best warriors.

Of course, I may look ignorant.

I ran as fast as I could into his arms.

“Phew!"

You pass by the startled creature, raising your spear at the next one.

Su-ang!

The prick at the processing speed grabs his neck. You think you're avoiding him.

I changed the direction of the spear with force. The spear moves across and bashes his head in.

Out of the way!

You broke your neck in two strikes. Ever since I jumped into my arms, I've only been in one breath.

"Hic."

The broken neck collapses on the ground, and the first one to come out falls down, grabbing his neck.

The dagger I gave you was stuck in his neck.

I'm sorry, but I can handle seven of you without Weiss.

Power emanates from the imprint on the back of my foot. The vice clumps and fills the whole body, adding strength to the arms and legs.

And now I'm fighting as Weiss Knight.

Honestly, you can bet a dime on gold right now and wrestle with Digo.

That's how I jumped.

Funnily enough, I was the first to show my skills in a place where no one was watching. The results were only visible after the smoke cleared.

There were at least 500 dead warriors in front of me.

Even the vice knights should tremble with their arms.

‘Tequila, Tequila. ’

I shook my head in remembrance of the name of Technologies.

Trained by his training, I became a real monster. Even after this kind of combat, the Pokémon can't keep up with its strength.

“Go."

I told the rest of the enemy. I don't know what that word meant to them.

“Ahhhh!”

“Evil!”

“The Devil in the Middle! ”

They disappear, chattering like that. The Saint may be familiar, but the Devil is awkward.

Turning back, you see what's left.

How do I convince them to run away again?

When I think about it, everyone can't keep their eyes off me or their mouths shut. Heading for the jelly, he looks at me trembling.

I understood the situation for a moment. These were the men Orloth fought over my back.

I remember when I saw a warrior like me in my past life.

The Southern women were people, and they were terrified of me.

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

So I gave the order, and they followed my orders.

* * *

Duke Dutch screams the moment he sees the big wolf.

“Ahhhh!”

A large beast with amber eyes, which appeared in the middle of the night, was a great source of urination for anyone to see.

Grrrrr.

The wolf rings its neck lightly and approaches. Duke Dutch felt like his whole body was shrinking.

How did you get in here? ’

This is a three-story mansion. And his bedroom is on the third floor.

The Southern woman was about to sigh.

Grrrrr.

The wolf roars. Only then can Count Dutch think of his master. I saw it as a touch, but it was an unforgettable beast.

And so was the owner of this beast.

“Baron Fraunmut? ”

Barely trembling, the wolf leans in, pushing my shoulder.

Seeing his big mouth, Dutch tightens his trembling bladder and looks at his shoulder.

You pick up a lamp with a subtle light and shine it close, and you see a letter tied to a thin strap.

You want me to get the letter out? ’

The narrator ponders for a moment and opens his mouth.

“I'll get it out.”

The wolf pushes its shoulders closer without a word. Duke Dutch is convinced that the wolf understands people. I spoke carefully and untied my shoulder strap.

‘I tied him up tight. ’

To keep him from falling, he was only grumbling in the presence of a huge wolf.

It wasn't easy because my hands were shaking. The writer barely picks out the letter and sees it on the opposite shoulder.

The wolf cries lightly as he tries to reach for it.

Grrrrr.

“... I understand you don't want me to. ”

The owl was also terrified of this wolf. Then, the wolf leaps straight through the window.

The bird glances out the window, and the wolf's appearance disappears.

I thought he came in through the window.

‘I need to make the windows smaller. ’

When it was hot in the summer, I wanted to make a big spear and hold the neck of the architect who said it was good to sleep.

“Whew.”

Anyway, I wiped my cold sweat and quickly lowered my pants, and brought a pot to pee at night.

Shhhhh.

He could only look at the letter.

[Bird of Dutch, the Southern Tribe is advancing towards the center. One of my knights will help you. Prepare yourself.]

Awesome.

He blinks and quietly looks at the contents of the letter.

Then he immediately jumped out of the room. The contents of the letter without a rhetorical phrase were only full of things that would make him move his head.

“Tim!”

He called out the name of his son and escort, the only knight on the territory, and he sent a messenger right away.

“Leave for the surrounding territory now! ”

I wrote a letter with the same contents, dropped the candlestick on the envelope and pressed with the ring.

“Come on!"

The messenger is gone. That was three days ago.

“An invasion by the southerners, is that what you think? ”

A massive troop has been spotted in the south, terrified of nothing to make fun of Dutch Birch.

The messenger's cry echoes out loud.

“Over 2,000 minimum! ”

“...... How dare you. ”

Duke Dutch ignored him and rallied the army.

‘In two days' time, there will be support from the royal palace. ’

I tried to fight him that way. Tensions spread throughout the aristocratic army.

It seemed there was no chance that the nobles would win if they started fighting. One was a vigorous southern warrior, and the other was a small army of local nobles.

Gulp.

Even Dutch Birch was swallowed up by the drought. I waited so long, but there was no battle.

It was just one horse racing across the border.

“Birch Dutch. ”

Someone called for him. It meant to say, "Come forward."

It was the bird that gathered the people. Suddenly, I'm in charge.

"Damn it, when's the article coming? ’

“Father, I'll stand by you. ”

Horses are knights, Tim Dutch's knights were not earned by force.

“Let's go. ”

The snifter steps forward, hiding his nervous expression. Warriors from the Confederate army spoke crude central continental languages.

“We don't fight. ”

"You don't want to fight? ’

Prince Chris Fraunmut says the South is invading.

Is it a lie?

The young man pondered his thoughts calmly. Why would they lie?

This is the way you're going to get hurt if you come in here like this. The warrior who came as a messenger also seemed unusual.

“This is not a threat to you. It's our problem."

‘It's an internal problem. ’

The writer had to choose. I thought like I was squeezing my head. And I had to admit,

Fighting numbers on the battlefield is too different from fighting yourself. He's never been in a real world war in his life.

“Baron Dutch? ”

I was suffering with cold sweat, so I didn't even know who was coming. Looking back, there was a knight who appeared to be my son's age with brown eyes.

His face settles into his eyes, and he opens his mouth.

“Lynd Sonate, I'm here on the Lord's orders. ”

He was the Baron of Fraunmut. I was in a hurry to get here, or there was a lot of dirt, but my eyes were heavy.

Duke Dutch didn't even want to be here anymore. Lind steps forward as he leaves the room naturally.

“This way…."

“A Confederate messenger? ”

Before the introduction was over, Lind stepped up and said, the messenger repeated the same thing.

And Lynd said decisively as soon as he heard the messenger's words. Dutch Birch was furious with that attitude.

“If you're not willing to go to war with Sercago, disband your troops immediately and return to each tribe. If not, we'll consider it a provocation and prepare for war. ”

Can I do this? ’

The Baron Fraunmund's knight. He may be a great fighter, but otherwise, he was a knight.

I couldn't say I'd waged a war alone. But he didn't even bother.

“Our problem, if solved, will go away. ”

“Dismissed immediately or I will press on. ”

Forward what? ’

Hitting the south with an army gathered here is like sticking your neck out and running into a blade.

But I couldn't say a word. The military's decision was naturally given to Lynd.

The Southern messenger tries to talk a few more times, but Lind doesn't accept. Soon the messenger returned.

“What are you going to do? ”

“I'm thinking. ”

In fact, it was an excuse. After Lind came here and made clear what she needed to do.

It was his job to stall the Confederates with the proper provocation to keep them quiet. He was his master and a friend's request.

‘You won't make it. ’

There, Lynd expects the south not to cross here lightly. It's intuitive as soon as it sees the size of the opponent.

If there are any troops in the south, they would be brilliant, and if they were enemies, they would not start a war on their own.

‘Well, if I'm wrong. ’

Just bounce. He wasn't here to take charge.

‘If the plate falls, all you have to do is save Dutch Birch. ’

Chris didn't care about the lands or lives of other nobles, and neither did Lind.

* * *

I tied two letters to the pumpkin.

One to Birch Dutch and one to Lynd.

‘I just need to buy you enough time. ’

I couldn't imagine coming to the Baek Bon Mountains to lose track of my enemies.

‘If the Confederate leader is so persistent. ’

I will follow you to the end. Whether it's real revenge or not, for some other reason.

All I needed was time. With his strength, we will gather our forces accordingly. That should keep it from moving.

That time.

“Is this the right way? ”

Urn asks, "I've given up thinking and weighed the way." I can see a large smell of dirt and a stale path in front of me.

I put my hands on Eugene's head and said with a light press.

“Well done, Ueron. ”

He walked the right path, and even after joining us, he was able to get here in the shortest time.

The Back Bone Mountains are long, tall mountains that are also connected to my territory. I climbed the mountain like a massive bypass from the south, and I've been straight ever since.

You walk through the ruins of Dutch birch, avoiding cliffs and rough mountain paths.

Thanks to you, I was able to see a happy face.

“... What is it? ”

Digo grabbed Halberd in front of me as a scout and asked. I think the place he came back from was the place where he trained by himself.

“I've been there.”

It was a return to the territory.