From a terminal Soldier to Monarch

“Why are you doing this? ”

Before leaving, Grafe asked.

Why should I?

The question was hard for me to answer.

What I've seen, what I've been through.

To explain, I had to tell Grafe all about it.

Then I had to find out from the fact that I was over 40 years old.

I couldn't do that, so I gave him a reasonable excuse. Actually, it wasn't an excuse. I expected it.

“There's something I'd like to have at the Palace of Palmoons. It's faster to take a debt than to start a war and kill and take it all."

“If you help me, I'll give it to you. ”

“They will.”

I'll give it to you. I'll help you wreck my country, but can't I just give you one of those?

From banishing the sage of the green eye to the next, I told Graphe roughly what I knew.

He prepared for it.

Grape made a disease and an army.

I gave weapons to my knights and prepared for battle.

I thought of my thirty-nine years for a moment. Orcs invading a country that was destroyed by civil war were truly a disaster.

They enjoyed killing. Orcs were born to kill people.

The survivor fled everywhere.

The South enslaved them.

The west did not have a thumb to cross into the mountains.

The North mocks them.

The Tegis have retained the vein, but they protect themselves by serving their country in the north.

It was the perfect harmony of bastards and dog monsters.

I couldn't see the same in this life.

Of course, in the meantime, I was also about to take my metallurgy.

Called a murderer and saint now, I've never been a mercenary in my past life to do a losing business.

And the mercenary's habits were nowhere to be found.

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A light burst from my hand and broke the necklace's shape-shifting magic.

The necklace soon spread out and became a single spear.

It was a speedster with an outstretched blade.

The windows of the continent were just drawn to name the most standard shape, but this was far from normal.

Dwarf metallurgy is the continent's greatest skill. I admit it, too. Among them, the best weapons were 'mercenaries’.

A weapon made to kill dragons.

When the one-time shape conversion magic and weight loss magic were broken, I felt like my hands were falling down.

I felt a heavy lump of iron in my hand.

‘It's so damn heavy. ’

As the light broke, I could see the Orcs' gaze. In that situation, I shouted, weighing the weight of the mercenary.

“Hol-on!”

Calling out to the enemy god, their gaze gathers. Gather the vices and I shout again.

“Son of a bitch!"

All Orcs worship the Hole-On.

If a religious man blasphemes God, they will come at him with all their might.

Simple logic. Well, I'm experienced with Orcs, of course, but it's possible.

I'm not used to the weight of the mercenary, but I can hold it.

All the Orcs looked at me, except for the Orcs who were fighting against Emilanun's troops.

‘Black-nosed bastard. ’

Among them was a vise rising from the back of my foot.

Orcs divided the rank of warriors.

And if humans had vice knights, they had warriors of the same lineage.

Secondary warriors, rivals with Human vice knights.

The man with the black nose narrows his eyes and looks at me.

I opened my mouth again.

“Hole-on shit -! ”

I tried to say "baby," but the axe flew off before I could finish cursing. I retrieved the flying axe instead of dodging it.

I felt a tingling sensation in my palms with the thumping sound.

Thanks to this, the tip of the spear of the dragon with one right hand plunges down and dips into the ground.

That spear is so sharp, it's like a fork piercing a jelly.

"Why is this so heavy? ’

Even the guillotine I gave Diego was extremely heavy, but it was not very merciful.

I understand. The material for this weapon is' Heavy Iron +37941; '.

An ore that can chew through Baltic steel, but cannot handle its weight.

Iron that needs to be refined with boiling fire and lava deep underground.

I felt that weight, Orlot.

In my past life, no one used mercenaries. To be precise, when this first appeared, many spearers blamed this artifact.

It was because it was so crude that it was hard to name the artifact.

Artifacts that were not enchanted were treated as degenerates.

And it wasn't until the descendants of the Dwarves who built these weapons came along that they explained the true usefulness of these weapons that they coveted.

Of course, it was already too late. The Dwarf disappears with everything his ancestor and the greatest craftsman of the Dwarf clan had ever made.

‘So I'm good while I'm here. ’

I gave my right arm a lot of strength. The biceps become dull, and the spear of the dragon's flesh points forward again.

“What's up, bitches? ”

I smiled and replied. In the sunny afternoon, I cast a wide taunt on all the Orcs.

They answered my question faithfully.

“Hol-on!”

“Up!"

The explosion blows fast. Their eyes turn pale soon.

I threw the axe I was holding.

Whip! Whip!

A flying axe raises its red eye and sticks it into the head of a charging orc.

His foot splits back and falls from his back to the ground.

“Hol-on, motherfucker! ”

I cursed.

“Up!”

“You're killing it! You're killing it! You're killing me!”

Like most Orcs, it was full of love for the hole-on.

And that love turned against me with hatred.

“Bring it on, you mad fanatics! ”

I tried hard to provoke them and looked behind them. I see people chasing me with confused eyes. He was a soldier in Emila's army.

Are you free? Why don't you go back inside?

The Nober Dragon has stepped forward. Wearing a blue glow of armor, he turns to his allies.

A few Orcs stopped him in the middle of the rampage.

His trident glows and slices the rushing orc. One is decapitated and the other is burning.

Immediately, the middle spear of the trident is inserted into the burning man's head.

Excellent work. I've never fought a Norver Dragon before, but I'd like to take a swing at your skill with that trident.

I looked at them and stepped back.

“Up!”

“That head, that head is broken! ”

Excited Orcs shouted. I kicked a stone in my toes.

You swing the arrow toward the rising stone.

Boom!

It's a weapon that can kill dragons, so be brave.

Artifacts because you have a passion for crafted weapon themes.

It's the first use of that weapon.

I struck the stone with my mercenary fist.

Exactly!

A flying stone smashes the skull of the orc in front of him.

“You guys, that's a lot of pussy. ”

I take a step back and measure my distance from them. All eyes are red, so some of them are fine.

“Hol-on!”

He had a black nose. Son of a bitch, that's cold.

Insulting them was like cursing an unborn child, including my parents and my third generation ancestors.

Humans often have religion after being born, but Orcs are born and become hole-on worshippers.

Their love for each other was unpredictable.

In other words, Black-nosed bastard would look at my parents calmly even if he insulted them.

It was a bad story for me.

I would have killed you if I had the chance. It's a shame.

What could be more important than dropping an enemy's head in battle?

It was only natural that the commander was the head of the unit.

Black Nose was the commander of this unit, and I was able to hang my left wrist on it as my head.

Meanwhile, the roaring Orcs have narrowed the streets.

I got the axe thrown a few times and no one threw a throwing weapon.

All right, let's see.

How long do you think he'll be here?

The number of them is roughly 200 eggs.

Compared to the total number, I may not have enough, but this is how I'm going to respond to my screams.

The rest were also looking this way, rolling their feet in place to rush at me.

The Blue Dragon Knights will attack you with their eyes taken from you.

The Noble Dragon will be able to return with an army of Emilanun.

‘But it looks like a loss. ’

War is a series of battles, and battles win by making more profits than enemies.

“Awesome!”

“Up!"

In the meantime, three Orcs approached me.

They were fast on foot. I feel the weight of the spear. You hold the spear with both hands and swing it from right to left.

Hook. There's a silver hose between the three Orcs and me.

Orcs rush to defend themselves, but they can't stop them.

‘It's really sharp. ’

It was a swinging spear, untouchable.

[Speech Skill: 84]

Crazy, just swinging up my skill level.

I haven't hung out with the Blue Dragon Knights for six months. I absorbed their spears and polished them.

So skill level 3 went up, and I was able to handle the spear like my real hand.

Green blood spurts from the eyes of the three coming Orcs.

“Urrgh!”

The Orc screams.

The heavy iron refined with extreme metallurgical techniques was as sharp as a ‘sharp’ magical weapon.

That's where I met my technique of handling spears like my hands.

With the tip of my spear, I aim for the eyes, not the enemy's weapon.

I cut their eyes out like a musical note in front of their eyes, beating with a window.

As a result, all three Orcs lost their eyes.

I put out my spear like a test on a man who lost his eye.

Puck!

Orc skulls that were harder than those of a confused beast were easily pierced.

You feel a slight resistance at the end of the spear, but the weight of the mercenary itself pierces through it, ignoring its resistance.

Normally, if you pierce your head slowly with a spear, your head will explode, but the mercenary pierces their heads.

It was similar in length and shape to a normal window, but I did not envy any artifacts of weight and sharpness.

It was still heavy, but it was damn heavy.

“That's some heavy shit. ”

I spoke to myself.

“Up!”

One head is pierced and two eyes are missing, but the angry Orcs do not stop charging.

Fighting these guys is a loss.

I threw a smoke grenade at the runners.

Boom!

The grey smoke wrapped around the front. I just closed my eyes and ran.

Senses of sensitivity as Weiss Knight guide the way.

‘Put it in front. ’

One man bows his head to swing an arm. An axe crosses over your head.

I ran and smashed his shin into the spear.

Boom!

“Shhh!”

One of them sits down with a broken bridge, and the excitement gathers. I ran again in the meantime.

It was the spot I had seen since I sprayed smoke. As I came out of the hot bath, the texture of the smoke covering my face faded and I felt the cold air.

When I open my eyes, I see a green bald monster blocking my way.

“Hey, Ogre."

“Muk-a-de!”

The Orc's battle cry pierces your ears. Black Nose, probably him.

I feel an intangible power in my voice.

This warrior is the equivalent of a human vice knight, so only that bastard can shout.

“Ugh!”

The ogre shakes his fist in shock.

I rolled forward.

Boom!

You dig the ground. Meanwhile, you pick up the arrow and stab it up from below. Pull forward through the stab line, and you'll be able to inflict deep damage to the blood.

It was a deterrent.

‘After retracting, he kicks the lead and stabs his neck. ’

Suddenly, I thought of what to do next. An ogre's jaw snaps at the end of the winding spear.

And the spear of the dragon slit the ogre's jaw and fell down and split his chest in half.

‘Listen too carefully. ’

The weight was a shortcoming. No, using it well can be an advantage.

And sharpness was an advantage, but even the wearer had to be careful.

An ogre with a jaw cut off and a half cut in the chest collapses.

“Pumpkin!”

I stood up and shouted.

A group of Orcs still chased me. No matter how much he burst the smoke, it was only to obscure his vision.

I got a crack in my life.

Otherwise, they'd be chasing me right now.

“Hol-on!”

The battle cry echoes. Those monsters have really strong vocal chords.

You really like shouting and fighting.

It was in front of a charging Orc.

Glug glug!

A spark rises. A pumpkin jumps into the battlefield one day.

“Grrrrrrrr!"

As the pumpkin shows hostility, its eyes gleam.

It's creepy to watch, too.

Orcs that have gone berserk would also be surprised.

When angered, they respond to the ferocity of the pumpkins, whether their essence is more like the beast.

“Orrrrrrrr!”

Of course, the situation was quickly solved by one of them shouting. The ones who stopped at the front start to move again.

I grabbed the dragonfly with one hand and climbed onto the pumpkin's back.

“Grrr!"

Pumpkin vomited.

What's the matter with you?

“Bang!"

A pumpkin that lowered her lower back jumps up and kicks the floor.

Every time the pumpkin hit the floor, there was a thump.

Ah, weight.

The weight of the sealed dragon was unburdened. The pumpkin barks bitterly.

“Bang!"

But that didn't slow me down.

“Full troop reversal! ”

As I draw my gaze, the Nober Dragon repairs the army, and as I ride the pumpkin back, the Blue Dragon Knights turn around and throw out their spears.

The Orcs do not rush.

"What a pain in the ass. ’

I looked back and thought.

An Orc with a black nose stands in front of all the Orcs with its blade pointed at the ground.

No Orc has stepped in front of him since the explosion.

Only Weiss Knight could show it. It's an invisible force that blocks the crowd's path and gathers their gazes like a Norber Dragon.

He doesn't take his eyes off me, blocking the orc's charge.

Women, that's neither human nor human. Orcs give me such lovely eyes.

I bet my beauty is the best on the continent.

“Thank you.”

The new Norver Dragon has spoken.

“We have to stop all those bastards. ”

Why did Emilanun's troops leave the gates?

It's that damn dialysis ogre. The fight was just beginning.