From a terminal Soldier to Monarch

The wooden statue that mirrored the siege tower was shredded in one charge.

I took Lance from his side latch and threw him out.

You pull out a long spear, avoiding the broken siege tower.

This battle is all about early life.

Orcs were more than a common soldier could handle.

As I raised my spear with the hot heat flowing through my body, two Orcs ran in front of me.

“Arrogant!”

Bite your tongue when you run, asshole.

I bit the molar and gave it strength.

Orc skin is thick and their power is better than that of Humans.

They couldn't be easily killed by normal force.

I didn't stab a spear, I swung it across. An Orc raises a knife to his side.

Stop him?

I'm fine!

“Queek!"

The blade breaks in half, and the Orc's body flies to one side.

In the meantime, you pull back the swinging spear and stab it forward.

A flying spear pierces the skull of the next orc.

Bribery and green blood splattered on the armor with a thump.

I shouted, standing on the horse.

“Kill them all! ”

“Waaaahhhh!”

The Knights have begun their charge.

My tears stopped flowing. The herbs that changed the color of their eyes must have ended.

At the same time, sweat flowed, and glue that had been covering the cheekbones for disguise fell off.

Glue dust falls beneath the helmet and scatters over the floor.

I ignored it and aimed my spear at the next opponent.

“Humans, how dare you? ”

A big Orc.

He raises his axe and runs. You're fast enough to remind me of Jenryd.

But I could see him rushing in. I could see the look on his face.

Strangely enough, he had two brunettes on his face.

His axe aims for the horse's head.

Stop it? No, if you stop it, you won't be able to kill it.

The moment your feet stopped, horseback riding wasn't the best form to deal with Orcs.

Let's avoid it.

I stomped on a horse. The horse prowls out to the side.

Hi-yi-ying!

Meanwhile, the Orc's axe has split the air.

The weight of my armor knocks me to the ground. And as he fell, he reached out the window.

Chang!

He blocked my spear with an axe in his other hand.

The moment I saw him stop, I got up and took two steps forward. He swings the axe back across.

I'm wearing iron armor.

A plate mail.It's heavy, but it's armor with a reason to withstand its weight.

I raise my left arm and flick it back into my armpit, watching the blade fly.

Tongue!

His arms are raised and his chest flares as he flinches.

“Up!”

The Orc cried out in surprise.

That's it. My spear pierces his throat, aiming for an opening.

Wood Duck!

A spear pierces through his cervical spine and sticks out the back of his neck. He kicks his belly and pulls out his spear. His neck snaps and falls to the ground.

There were battlefields everywhere.

The power of every Orc was indispensable.

‘The Knights fight to some extent. ’

The soldiers were the problem.

It was still viable. No, I had to hold on.

I ran. Orcs don't use siege towers and catapults.

Their siege was simple and clear.

Bring the stone throwing monster instead of the stone throwing tool. Use that monster instead of building a tower.

The ogre throws a stone and brings an unusually large giant to destroy the castle.

And there were three Ogres here for dialysis.

The right shoulder is an abnormally developed monster ogre.

“Ugh!”

They throw the corpse of the dead soldier.

Puck!

A body explodes on the floor.

The soldiers and knights around you have not come to rest.

Digo's super-strength was a colourless force. I ran after him.

‘It's heavy.'

The armor weighed more heavily than I expected.

I deliberately ripped off a piece of armor wrapped around my thigh. I threw it like a throwing weapon.

You can see a portion of the flying thigh armor sticking into the back of the orc's head.

I saw the soldier who was fighting the Orc stick a spear in his body.

I turned away from it and ran again.

An ogre notices me, whose right shoulder is twice as thick as the left.

He slaps his hand from top to bottom. I rolled to my side.

Rolling in a plate mail is almost insane. But the strength of the vice knights and the trained flesh endured it.

Boom!

A crater appears to have fallen from the impact of the ogre.

I just ignored it and ran. As he ran between his legs, he began to dance.

Boom, boom! Boom!

He tap-danced me.

“Phew. Phew."

As I ran, I took two short breaths and took a deep breath. Then I beat him to the dance.

Bang. Take it out at once.

Bang, the moment it rings again, I put a spear through the back of its foot.

Puck!

I can feel the texture piercing through the tough leather on my palms.

“Uuuhhh!”

The ogre cries out in agony. His physique was about 1.5 times human. I can feel his hands on my feet enough as he squeezes his torso.

As soon as his head falls down, I grab his frozen hair, pull it, and stab him in the face with my knee.

Qajik!

He can't even scream. You twist your hands around, avoiding him, and then tug him back on his back with your arms around his neck.

Wood Duck!

The sound and feel of his broken neck resonated throughout my body.

Only a ghost can live with a broken cervical bone.

The body of the ogre was placed beneath my feet.

“That's awesome! ”

I heard another Orc scream.

I had no time to retrieve the spear. You bounce off the Orcs' main curve with your toes, rolling around on the ground in a hurry.

I ran with the handle of the curved figure raised above me.

Towards another ogre.

* * *

The Noble Dragon was the Lord of the Blue Dragon Family and the Holy Spirit of Eden.

He was also a strong supporter of the king.

But before that, he was a knight and a vice knight.

He was also the greatest knight of the Blue Dragon Knights.

The greatest spearer on the Middle Continent is Abel.

But the Blue Dragon Family was the place where even Abel couldn't face Shui.

The Noble Dragon used three spears mainly. A lightweight, crooked spear in a one-on-one fight.

Heavy Halberd at the forefront of the battlefield.

And at the most important moment, I always used a trident.

All three blades were made of Baltic steel, ‘Sharpness’ and a magical weapon with a sharp edge.

“Up!”

An Orc strikes the sword in front of the running Norver Dragon. Seeing the smooth bending trajectory of the curve, the Norver Dragon pushes out its spear.

Kick!

The blade caught between the days of the trident. And at that moment, the Noble Dragon twisted his wrist.

A variation of a skill called 'hook’ that twists and snatches an opponent's weapon with a spear.

An Orc with a broken wrist misses his sword. In the meantime, the Norber Dragon slams him on the head with a spear.

Puck!

“Cough!”

The longest spear pierces his neck during the middle of a trident while an Orc hit his head stumbles.

The battle of the Norver was without a pile of armor. As long as you need it when you need it.

A skilled spear knight is a gesture that suggests this.

That's how I chased Chris through his eyes while he was fighting the five Orcs.

‘Ogre.’

The right shoulder has developed abnormally.

The moment I saw Chris running for him and killing him in a heartbeat, the Norver Dragon also caught up with him.

There were three ogres in total.

Ellare and Jude rush towards the other one, and the rest is in front of them on their right.

He was closer to himself than Chris.

“Pike, command. ”

“Four!”

Pike Dragon lost ten times fighting Ellare and Jude.

He is also a talented knight, but one-on-one combat is within one's fingers if you rank from behind.

However, the only reason he was deputy commander of this Knight was because of his qualifications as commander.

The Norver Dragon speaks and runs straight for Ogre.

“Stop it!"

Three or four Orcs rush in.

“No way!”

A dozen soldiers rushed in front of him.

Five knights stood between the soldiers and the Orcs. A boulder flew in front of me as I passed by.

The Noble Dragon bows as it runs. The stone that grazed the helmet's collar falls to the ground.

Boom!

The dirt hooks up behind you and pushes your back.

“Ugh!”

Ogre has lost his mind and is running wild. The noble dragon reaches forward as it runs.

A window blade in the middle of the trident split the sides of the Ogre.

You're wearing leather armor, but the magic caught in the spear cuts through the armor and the hide in no time.

Puebook and blood spurted.

His trident is not just ‘sharp’ enchanted.

On the far left pane is a magic ‘firecracker’.

‘Bleeding’ in the middle.

On the right pane, there was a spell called "Pain."

It was his trident that received both magical and artifact grade weapons because he failed to attempt a dual enchantment or a wily giver.

The cut on the central window did not stop the blood flowing from the side of the ogre.

Ogres rush in screaming. The Noble Dragon took five steps back and this time injured the same spot with its left spear.

Burning heat.

The burning magic sweeps the side of the ogre.

“Ugh!”

The ogre frowns. He throws a stone and kicks the corpse of a dead Orc.

The man who turned the pain into anger rushes back. The Norver Dragon pretends to retreat, then turns to the side and dodges his fist.

He turns the window in his hand and slashes his side with the right pane.

Blood was spilled from the hemorrhage, but it was where the burn burned.

The spell on the right pane is painful.

The third time the blade hit the same spot.

“Grrrrrrrgh!”

The ogre cries and kneels on his side.

Extreme pain made me think nothing like burning my brain white.

He couldn't even get angry. Ogre cried loudly.

Looking at the Ogre, who had lost the power to resist, the Noble Dragon shot a trident from top to bottom.

Puck.

A mid-window blade cut through the skull protrudes from the mouth of the ogre.

As I pull out the window blade, Ogre's head falls down and slams his face into the ground.

The expression of the ogre released from the pain seems rather relaxing. Tears of the dead ogre mingle with bribes and flow to the floor.

It was the moment I turned around after killing the ogre. At that moment, the situation changed strangely.

“My life is in the hands of a pusher! ”

“I'm dying for my courage! ”

“For the hole-on! ”

The name of the god the Orcs serve is called Hryon or Hall-on.

As soon as they call on the name of God, their eyes turn pale.

* * *

Pike Dragon was also engulfed in the heat of battle. But he knew what he was doing.

"Let's avoid a frontal battle unless we have a full force. ’

Many soldiers had to deal with one Orc, even if it was ten thousand soldiers.

The arrows with thick skin do not work. I came down from the heat, but I needed this battle.

‘We must kill them before we reach Emila's Eye. ’

For a brief moment, Pike understood the meaning of what Nord Egun had done, and followed his intentions.

After that, the knights who couldn't fight followed me with tears. The morale of piercing the soldiers' skies stood behind them.

Winning was a fight.

The situation also favorably returned.

Ogres have fallen and Orcs have died.

That's how many soldiers died.

At least the elite, the cavalry and the knights survived.

But it wasn't just any infantry.

Friendly damage was not great.

That was the moment when the third ogre fell.

“Goddamn monsters! ”

There, you hear the shouting of Ellare, the strongest of the Knights.

He shouts, pulling out his javelin from the back of the dead ogre.

“I am Elaire of the Blue Dragon Knights! ”

That maniac. You're excited.

Pike wins while looking into the landscape.

And at that moment, the Orcs began to cry out to their gods.

“For the hole-on! ”

You can see one of the Orcs wielding a large axe.

One of the ten mighty soldiers who stood in front of him lifts his shield. He had fun with his shield and spear piercing until just a moment ago.

I couldn't kill him, but holding back was enough.

Boom!

The soldier's hand twists in the axe of the Orc, and the shield leaves his hand and flies back.

“Shhh!”

The soldier screams.

Pike could see the whole scene right behind him.

The Orc axe has returned incredibly quickly. He grabs the axe and holds it up.

‘Die.'

It wasn't just there.

Suddenly, the strength of each Orc seems to have increased.

‘Too late.'

He runs and stops. There was only one reason to keep an eye on it.

It was a place where Orcs flocked. There was a good chance of a breach. You can see the Orc running slowly with red eyes.

After that, I noticed those who gathered and ran.

It was wedge-shaped.

The soldier who stood in front of him was a reserve knight who was to be sent to the Knights in a few months.

He doesn't bow until the end.

The axe falling on top of it was heavily slicing through the air.

A blue light intervenes between the axe and the soldier.

Boom!

The explosion sounded and the knight's back stood in front of him. It was not a familiar armor.

The armor I gave to Nord Ebun, the buyer of the North, was reserved.

His visor's left seam cracks, and the visor drops as he swings.

The Apostle of the North? ’

Fuck, no.

What an envoy.

A secret weapon raised by Mr. Palmer? I don't know. I don't know who that is.

Just being in the most important position on the battlefield as quickly as anyone can right now.

“Lord!”

Pike shouts without breathing.

A Norse dragon appears and stands to the right of Nord Ebun.

Elaire and Jude dragons, who have just arrived, stand on the other side, surrounding him.

He takes off his half-broken helmet.

Dark blue hair reflected the sun.

‘My face changed. ’

It was the first face I had seen for Pike. But thanks to that, the soldier saved his life.

The squatting, trained soldier was a participant in the war with Sercago.

“…… Duke Fraunmut? ”

For the soldier, his face was like an unforgettable nightmare, so I recognized him at first sight.

“Do you know me? ”

The duc replied, looking ahead. You see a group of Orcs pouncing in front of you.

A knight who had a nightmare when he stood in front of his arms.

A knight who is called the Hero of War and writes the hottest epic poem on the continent.

“Do I have to show you the underbelly? ”

He mutters in front of the soldier.

“Retreat.”

He looks back. The voice pierces the Pike Dragon's ear.

The Noble Dragon gazed silently ahead.

Pike Dragon soon retreated with his soldiers. Meanwhile, some of the Knights, Duke Fraunmut and Gaju stop the Orcs from charging in.

Pike Dragon looks back without even knowing it.

No, everyone looked back. It was spectacular.

A Red Eyed Orc in a crowd. Knights, gazelles, and knights who stood in front of the continent.

“Ooh, ooh! A blue dragon! ”

“Blue Dragon! ”

Soldiers shout.

Someone mutters between their shouts.

“Duke Fraunmut! ”

The Almighty Man here knew his face.

They were all stationed here after the war under the Wolfs Knights.

“Assassin! Hero of War! ”

They shouted.

Fraunmut's fame has long resounded throughout the central continent.

For them, it was more important to have a powerful ally by their side at a critical moment than why he was here.

The battle cry echoes.

Pike Dragon gestures at the castle in retreat.

It was time to finish the field battle.