From a terminal Soldier to Monarch

“Why Digop? ”

Wheelken pounces and says: It's getting easier to show me emotions.

Hülken was the strongest of my knights.

But that doesn't mean it kills people the best.

And it didn't mean Weiss Knight was the best fighter against an army.

“You have to win, and you only have one chance. ”

I counted the streets with my eyes.

Wetland was cautious.

I endured two days watching 500 soldiers eat, drink and play in front of me, and I even went to the calculations to go back.

I thought that was the guy who got really pissed off.

In other words, if we all rush in and aim for the Widran, he won't even look back.

I hypothetically imagined who Widran was.

‘A cautious hedgehog. ’

A deceitful man who only chooses to win fights when he's wrong.

Clever, but stupid.

‘I have never lost a great battle before. ’

I would never have been threatened by my life.

A child who has seen only the taste of victory on every battlefield.

So smart, but stupid. Even as he moves forward, he doesn't have any losses in mind.

I just assumed the worst. Worst case he ever painted was every vice night I had.

But I had no intention of bringing anyone up except Digo.

What are the chances of success? ’

I always hit the success rate in my 39 years. There was no back then, so if I failed, I would often die.

But not now.

Well, if it doesn't work out, we'll just have to choose another option.

Instead, if you succeed from the beginning, you'll fit in the first button well.

If the Servant appears in the rear, the Widran will attempt to deal with either of them.

A disruptive and thoughtful article. With a brilliant brain, he would want to avoid isolation.

Of course, the servant would have come all this way without a thought, and the fisherman would have left him thinking he was no threat.

Well, I heard that I met with the Pathfinder's Army and lost a few battles on the way out.

I've heard that close to seven thousand troops have fallen to five thousand.

But that's not a threat at all. At least five hundred times more threatening than a combat soldier.

Wetland will deal with us first.

“So, why Dick? ”

“Why Digo? ”

You make your way to Jen Reed's side of the Wheal Kern.

No, these bastards, they want to fight.

“Wetland's favorite. ”

A knight with a lightweight, swift sword and a minimum of double.

This is the Widran I know.

What type of opponent does he like best?

Diego fights like a bear.

At least on the surface, Digo's that kind of knight.

I stand terribly good at brokerage.

Above all, Digo has a knack for terrorizing his opponents in one-on-one combat.

It can be done by anyone here, but no one can do it like that.

Soon, arrows rained from Wetland's troops.

A few arrows sink into Digo's body. Instead of dodging the arrow, he plugs it with a wooden shield wrapped around his body.

I was able to twist my body and hit the arrow where I wanted, even though I couldn't see it or avoid it.

He runs on horseback. The arrow rains again.

The arrow rain falls between the cavalry and Digo, following him from behind, not from Digo.

Suddenly, there is a gap between Digo and the cavalry, and a group of Widran horsemen rush towards him aiming for it.

Two or two!

The ground buzzes. The opposing cavalry is also unavailable.

I thought Slythe Cavalry would die in a heartbeat if we stuck together.

After the cavalry, you see Wetland running with his horse.

His words were waving white fur several times the size of Wetland's body.

I heard that the White Mane has good power, and he's riding it.

I was convinced by the Widran following the cavalry.

“I won.”

My knights who heard my murmur muttered.

“I can win, too. ”

Alice.

“Hmph.”

It was Jen Reed who snorted.

That's what a grumpy nose does.

“So, why Dick? ”

This was a wheelchair.

“My name is Royce Unovan. He's good with a sword. At least I write better than a bear knight. ”

Crazy bastards are lining up behind me.

“Shut up. Crazy bastards. ”

In the meantime, Halberd of Digo meets the enemy.

The first meeting is always intense. As his halberd cuts through the air, a thump and a leather ball explodes into the battlefield.

* * *

“You don't have the talent to learn skills. ”

Tequila said.

Digo was not frustrated by what he said.

He looks as big as a bear and clumsy as a bear, making him look like a simple man.

But Digo wasn't just a man.

‘My advantage is not that. ’

“So what do we do? ”

Instead of frustration, he asked: I guess that's what he liked about tequila.

“Strengthen with heavy weapons. ”

Digo had never lost to anyone since he was born.

“Learn a skill in your spare time. ”

That's what Tequila said.

Digo was true to his words.

Digo was a man who could keep his principles to get what he wanted.

He trained longer than anyone else and thought longer than anyone else.

Efforts do not betray.

Waiting is good luck.

Digo engraved on his father's two advice that he could no longer see.

‘I got lucky waiting. ’

He was fortunate to begin with a man named Chris Fraunmoont.

If you hadn't stood on the battlefield as that cruel, meat shield, you wouldn't be who you are today.

It was thanks to you over the rough battlefield.

Digo became his first knight.

Whoo-hoo!

As you raise your back on the horse, the wind pulls you back together. Digo gives the thighs the proper strength.

If you push too hard, the horse can't use it.

Even a horse that weighed at least 1.5 times as much and held a heavy weapon could not endure the dizziness.

The horse is still selected, but I can't stand it if I swing the weapon with the right strength.

Do you want to get off?

As I pondered, my enemies' arrows rained down through the wind.

Digo lays a long plank on his elbows and thighs, starting with his shoulders.

You twist your body as you look at the flying arrows as you draw a curve.

Pabababak!

The power of the arrow embedded in the plank makes me feel like I'm being pushed back.

No, she was fine, but she was slow.

“Hehe!”

Digo urges the horse to feel it. I thought it would be better if the horse was a little stronger.

No, I just wanted you to hang in there a little longer.

As you gallop forward, the cavalry slows down as planned.

‘Lord.'

Chris's operation was simple.

I was sure I would be fooled by this.

‘Do it alone. ’

What Chris asked for was too much work, but Digo didn't doubt it.

I'm asking you to do it because you can.

A second arrow rains down between you and the cavalry.

Digo doesn't look back.

“Suck!”

Instead, he takes a deep breath on the horse, moves the vice and squeezes Halberd with one hand.

Blood flows from your thick forearm holding Halberd.

Hwa-oh!

The horse's horseback riding speed slows down, but the target feels relatively fast as it approaches.

Enemies are rushing out.

“Technology is no big deal. Killing your opponent with my strength, harnessing their power, shifting, spilling, and targeting your back. ”

Tequila said she couldn't teach him much, but she did.

“You just need to build two and a personal tactic: how to use your power and how to use their power. ”

I liked what Tekil told me.

Thanks to this, he was different from the rest of the Knights, including Yenreed.

Ugh.

Blood flows from the back of your hand holding Halberd. I swing it across. Halberd bends like a whip as he grabs the tip of the spear and swings it.

It was surprising to swing a halberd here, even in a difficult position to hold a giddy person.

And it was the moment when fear began for the rushing enemy.

Boo-hoo!

The first enemy's body is cut off and bounces off. After that, the second horse's neck was cut in half, and the third knight's thigh was severed and the horse's torso split.

Just swinging it across.

The leader of the No Blood battalion is knocked down with a single crossing slash made of the opposing team's charging charge speed.

Problem was, Digo was just starting to unwind.

“Hiiiying!”

Digo repeatedly swings from left to right and from left three times, holding Halberd in both hands as he heard the horse cry.

Lie! Lie!

Every time, the leather ball explodes, and the intestines and arms and legs fly into the air.

There were horses and men lying on the ground like tomatoes that were smashed by a mason.

“Stop him!"

“Back off!”

The orders have crossed.

Vise Knight is a monster that changes the course of the battlefield.

And Digo has the power to pull the opponent's morale to the ground, beyond changing the game in one-on-one combat.

“Come.”

Some of the best troops swooped their horses and scattered their nets over their heads.

It's a basic tactic for catching vice knights. It was a method of casting an unbroken net and blocking it with arrows and a long spear.

Digo's master dealt with this tactic that was gross enough for him and his colleagues.

'Front.'

Digo takes his foot off the stirrups, feeling the eerie aura behind him.

It was hard to avoid the net with horseback riding.

An unidentified weapon aimed at the nets falling overhead and behind the back.

He abandons the horse and rolls forward.

Puebuck!

“Hiiiing!”

You hear the horseback riding cry.

The bolts on the net and crossbow were the ones that fell behind my back. Digo rolls back and stabs Halberd in the face.

A cavalry headache bursts from the enemy's cautious stabbing.

Harbard's razor-sharp spear tack pierces the enemy's belly, crushing the horse's head as he thrust it hard as he could.

“Unh!”

Digo swings his weapon from top to bottom.

Blood was drawn over my head like a rainbow curve.

Halberd, stitched up by the corpse, falls between the enemy forces.

Boom!

Of course, the mangled corpse comes out of the spear pole and breaks into pieces that are now unrecognizable.

It's not cut and cut, it's literally broken.

Meanwhile, the netters rush in, shooting crossbows at him and raising swords at him.

Tada party!

You dodged the crossbow with both feet backwards, but one of them is stuck to your thigh.

It wasn't dangerous because it wasn't deep.

After grabbing halfway across Halberd and swinging the sword, Digo calmly slams a bolt through his thigh.

The tip of the bolt snaps open and snaps open.

As you watch your back, five of Noh Blood's feisty squads tighten him from all sides.

After the five, there were ten crossbowmen aiming for Digo.

‘Sharp.’

They were trained to catch the vice knights.

“There are always those everywhere. Isn't that obvious? They're monsters that change the course of the battlefield, so it's the commander's instinct to kill them. ”

Digo's in the middle of an enemy force asking me to kill him.

It would be even more pleasant for the enemy.

“Whew."

With his first breath, Digo takes a defensive stance against his enemies.

Fearful, Digo's Halberd killed dozens of people for an instant, but the devastating power was tied to them.

Tadada-da!

I've blocked the black a few times, but I'm getting more vibrant.

“I'm saving Lord Digo! ”

You can see your cavalry rushing in from behind.

‘Not yet.'

Digo maintains his usual stupidity while dealing with his enemies.

“Your best weapon is your looks. ”

He also lacked the ability to slap the cheek of a dizzy noblewoman, so he said that with a sharp jaw.

“Am I that handsome? ”

“Are you crazy? ”

Chris was surprised to see him and said.

“No, I like that look. You look stupid.”

Compliments or insults.

Digo looks just like that.

And then came the moment I was waiting for.

One chance the Lord said, one thing to get from this battlefield.

“You do it. Can you do that? ”

“Of course.”

I envy Jen Reed, Whelken, Alice and Royce for seeing themselves leave.

‘I am Chris Fraunmoont's first article. ’

I didn't want to fail in the battle of proclaiming the veil.

‘There is no failure. ’

You bastard!

For the first time since entering the battlefield, an inevitable blow struck Digo's shoulder.

Bam!

I noticed blood splattered and instinctively deep wounds. Digo pulls his right foot back and identifies the target.

You can see the blonde, the knight with the raised face on the big horse with his helmet on.

Widran Faidas.

The moment he sees it, Digo pulls up the vice.