From a terminal Soldier to Monarch

“Hol-on!"

The Orc's cry still echoes through the battlefield. It was a wheelchair, the voice behind it.

“You look like you could cut your throat. ”

Somehow, it was a voice filled with complaints.

“I'm in the lead. ”

Next to him, Digo speaks, and Lois leaves with an impression.

“Keep order. Muscle pig.”

In the midst of the sensitivity of the tender tension, the children were consistent.

In between, Lind approached me.

“Lord.”

As he approaches me, I hear conversations between Gennery Wolves and the Norver Dragon.

“That's the Orc we know? ”

“Ogres are throwing rocks. ”

“Then just go out there and kill him. ”

“It's not easy, is it? ”

The weary Norver Dragon seems to be getting stronger with its allies.

Though his tone was crude, seeing his friend and holding his spear made him eager to go out and wipe out the rest of the Orcs.

Gennery Wolves spoke to the knight standing beside him.

“Perth in.”

“The Orc standing behind you is more than average. ”

You mean Black Nose.

Perth, Wolfs, the genius knight I almost killed. He came this way, pretending to know each other roughly by eye.

It was a clear look with no grudge. That son of a bitch is going to get big no matter how big he looks.

It's such a pity to be under the command of my arms.

I looked forward.

I can see a group of Orcs rolling rocks for the ogre to throw.

Behind him, I saw an Orc commander with five Orcs as his escort.

‘Least Secondary Warrior. ’

I knew as soon as I saw it. And the Perth Wolves will know it when they see it.

You do not hide Weiss's aura. It was enough to measure each other's strength.

Gennery snorts.

“So what? You can't kill him? ”

“Just make it one-on-one. ”

You're confident.

Of course, my knight, Weiss Knight, would have judged his opponent.

Then you know what to do now. How do I get them to retreat? I needed to worry about that.

“What should I do? ”

Lind asks. Before you say anything, he says.

“Expel or exterminate? ”

I turned my head to Lynd.

I measured Lynd's skills. Vise's level couldn't have been seen so quickly.

However, the muscles looked stronger and the eyes became softer.

I felt that I was more trained than before.

My old friend and knight, Lynd Sonate, did not rest for six months.

My gut told me.

Lind looked at me and said with her eyes: Anything you say can and will be done.

“I'll kill that Orc back there. All of you and I..."

“Chris.”

Lind cut me off.

“My lord, is that the ugly man's neck you want? ”

Rind nods. He speaks without a moment's hesitation.

“Does the army listen well to our duc? ”

“Somewhat. ”

My identity has been revealed, and the Nober Dragon has revealed that I am the legion. And I was definitely visible on the battlefield.

Soldiers and knights will acknowledge me.

The commander of this battlefield is the Nober Dragon.

He would listen to me. Above all, behind me is the king of Cercado and the king of Palmer.

You're both going to support me.

I said I finished the calculations.

“No, I think I can hear more than a little. ”

“That's great. ”

Lind told me about the operation.

“Orcs are not easy. ”

I heard everything he said, and I thought,

What did these bastards do while I was at the door?

It's not what I had in mind. All I wanted was to put six vice knights into action.

Above all, since we don't know the reinforced troops of fewer allies now, it will be effective to rush into it.

But Lynd told me another way.

“Have faith in your knights. You son of a bitch.”

“Cocky.”

That said, Lind laughed. The moment I saw that smile, I felt relieved.

It was a smile that seemed reasonably tense, but at the same time confident.

This is my old friend. I could tell just by the smile and tone.

It reminds me of when Lind the Pissing Eye was eleven.

“Are you sure?”

“Trust me."

It was a very old memory. A short thought crossed my mind.

Lynd also convinced me with a smile like that. And that day we were born and had our first drink.

Mark, who digs a hole in the basement and makes a drink, had no idea who drank it, even until we left town.

Thinking about it now, during the civil war, the mark has also left, relocating all the villagers.

I think Mark was unfair when he left all the liquor he owed to the brewery.

I'll give you some expensive bottles of wine when I get back. And then you can say, "Me and Linda, the drinkers."

Mark's crumpled face reminds me of a smile.

I was a villain then, but I'm a duke now.

And the villain I was with became a knight and commander.

“Lord. Shin Lynd, then I'll make my move. ”

Lind talks and turns around. Somehow I felt like I didn't have a chance to leave.

“If it's hard, you can rest. ”

Royce came up to me one day and said,

“Yes, yes. You can rest a bit, Lord. But you're not going belly to belly for six months, right? Fight me when you're done."

Crazy Alice said.

Don't you feel the pain?

I like to wash like that. I'm doing this ugly thing.

“Hmph."

Wheelken snorts at me.

What's wrong with her?

I look at him and shrug, and he points fingers at Lois.

Royse pulls out his sword without noticing.

“Thank you, Lord. It's called an auspicious day. ”

Naming sense crap.

The fingers of the wheelchair move to the side. Towards Alice.

“Quake, quake. That sounds good. ”

I saw a sharp artifact like an awl. Wheelken's finger moves to the next.

“Where did you come from robbing? ”

Digo gripped his hot beard and said.

“I was busy, so I couldn't cut it. ”

Digo raises his red weapon as he speaks.

He severs his beard on the day of Guillotine, his undisputed weapon, even if he says it's ugly.

I was cut short. Brown beard falls at his feet.

I was surprised to do that with a weapon full of grudges.

Anyone who knows what kind of weapon Guillotine is, would know that what Digo is doing right now is more like a trick.

The red rays of the axe glowed ominously, but I was relieved that the one holding it was one of my most trusted people.

“Attention, all troops. ”

Meanwhile, Lind opens her mouth to everyone.

The last one on Wheelken's finger.

It was Lynd's waistdance. It was snowing.

I mean...

“Are you upset? ”

“Hmph.”

He snores.

Erl Ludwig, the Blood of the Heroes of the Wall, Weiss Knight, and Serka, at the end of the civil war, were among the strongest knights and were annoyed by the nickname Whelken of the Forgotten.

“I'm fine. An axe is enough.”

Next to him, Jenryd draws an axe and grinds it to the millstone.

Shhh!

As the millstones were drawn, fire broke out into the air.

“The day is out. I can't help it. I have enough axes. ”

“We can't help but tell someone we're behind the scenes. ”

Wheelken said.

“I'm fine. An axe is enough.”

“I'm fine, too. This steel black sword was made by a blacksmith in Ludwig's territory. It's hard. You'll break and freeze if you bump into artifacts. I need a steel sword, too. ”

Wheelken's been talking a lot.

“An axe is enough. ”

“A steel sword is enough. ”

The two of them looked at each other one by one.

Immediately, the two reached out and clasped their hands together for a sound of mating.

“Comrade.”

“Friendly.”

I ignored two grumpy knights. How come these guys aren't so nervous?

How are the Orcs? Absolutely not.

* * *

Lynd swallows the needle. No one knew he was nervous. It was natural to pretend to be relaxed on the outside.

It was my basic qualification as a commander.

Lynd rolls his mind like a habit.

Previously, he would have revised and organized his strategy by talking to himself.

But I couldn't right now. Not only did I have many eyes to see, I also showed confidence to the Lord.

After numerous preparations and calculations, Lind smiled at the state trooper.

I need two units. ’

It's foolish to waste your troops here.

Lind rolls her head again.

What am I supposed to do? ’

In fact, no matter what happened, I didn't want to be in this battlefield.

But the lord and friend wanted it.

‘Who am I? ’

Lynd Sonate swore an oath on his knees before his friend.

‘I am the knight of Duke Fraunmoont. ’

At the same time, when Chris was away, he was a commander in command.

‘Grape.’

I wrote more letters than I did between lovers. Grafe's letter was the only amusement in the day of killing crows without rest.

I spoke with him in a letter, created and organized a medical unit.

It was exciting. Some of the troops he raised were his own.

“Prepare for the Crow Squad. ”

I saw his master request from the commander of Armand.

‘Obtain only what you need without wasting your allies. ’

This battlefield belongs to my arm.

Victory will be theirs, too.

But only one.

‘What the Lord wants. ’

They will bring only one.

Two things were enough. Armoured forces that will attract the attention of the enemy and the troops that will be with you.

“Alice. Here we go. ”

Alice and the Arena infantry.

In a way, it was the most incompatible combination with that ignorant Orc troop.

“Jenryd, join us for a moment. ”

“Hook.”

Jenryd snorts and sticks close to you.

“Oh, you're going to use your feet? ”

Hülken mutters. Digo and Jenryd may have noticed, but their strategy is dark.

Lois and Alice don't know, and they don't know strategy. I couldn't ask them for anything.

The only one who could move actively was Hülken.

So I had to leave him behind.

“You take the back with Digo. Lord Whelken.”

“Sure."

He did not greedy, but listened to Lynd.

Lynd always assumed the worst.

If there's an army hiding behind that Orc horde.

If one of those Orcs, one of them is more than you can imagine.

If this fight is backwards.

Lynd instinctively calculated it all in his head. Then I concluded.

‘Minimum of 5 deaths, fewer than 10 injured. ’

A bag of crows.

Alice's infantry. Three hundred.

It was a squad of four hundred musketeers, including Jenryd.

“Open the gates! ”

You hear Commander Armstrong shouting. Next to him, you see the wolves mounting the horses.

“Are you going to march as an infantryman instead of a cavalry? ”

I heard Perth Wolves reciting. Lind didn't answer.

Dwarf!

The gate is open. It was around the time the rocks rolled by the Orcs laid at the foot of the Ogre.

As the night was over, the dawn was shining.

“Orcs don't work with bows. ”

She was one of the knights in blue armor, but hearing her voice was a woman.

“Where did you hit it? ”

Lind replied. Immediately, the gate opens and the Wolfs cavalry sprints out from the front.

A demoralized infantry shouts from behind as an ally joins.

“Waaaahhhh!”

I couldn't hear my voice because of the screaming. The knight seems to have said something, but Lind can't hear it.

The horse of a knight wearing a helmet soon sank to the ground.

Two or two!

The ground quakes. Lind feels the vibration and starts to jump sideways to the other side of the path from which the arm door starts.

“Hol-on!"

The Orcs are screaming.

And there was a great scream from behind that Orc troop.

“Varde Hol-on! ”

‘That's Orc.’

Lynd thought as he ran. I knew it was a language that was now owned and rarely spoken.

Lynd, who prefers to read rather than fight, knew the meaning of that language.

[Fight.]

The Orcs of the Ancient Age said they could shout real battles by spitting out their language.

And it was real.

At the sound of that shout, the Orcs rush forward. All eyes were glowing red.

There were Orcs in the Baek Bon Mountains. They're close to losing Izzie.

It was an animal with only instinct left.

Furverbuck!

A horde of cavalry and Orcs clash together, but the horde seems to be advancing ahead of the Orcs and holding on.

Soon the slaughter of Orcs and Humans began.

‘Born tough. ’

Orcs were a different species from humans.

Lind turns left hard. Your unit was originally backed up.

And Alice's unit was left wing.

Of course it had nothing to do with now.

There was one more thing that didn't matter.

Orcs that are left with only the instinct of the Back Bone Mountains or Orcs on the Oken continent that are now in sight.

‘Structure is the same. ’

Lind tugged on the protest as she recited it as a habit.

Thung! Thung! Thung!

Three speeches with no rest.

You do not hear the sound of arrows in the battlefield mixed with the screams of the Humans and Orcs.

Just three of Lind's arrows were pierced into the eyes of the three Orcs who were responding to the sight of their allies on the left.

“Orrrrgh!"

Lynd pulls back the protest as he hears the Orc scream or scream.

“Stop!”

Hundreds of soldiers follow you, pausing and posturing behind you.

After gathering and gathering talented soldiers, Crow Squad, who had trained in the mountains many times, began to fight.

Lynd was an archer whose name was "Shrine."

And many of the crow squads were skilled archers, though not in the palace.

Each and every one of them was the best in a messy town.

Lind made it happen.

To be precise, he inspired them.

By showing these monstrous archers how to train everyday.

So they couldn't neglect the training.

He shoots and shoots again, his arches worn out, his fingers exploding.

I shot him with arrows against the wealth of Fraunmoond territory.

You also shot at flying crows and monsters in the Back Bone Mountains.

Tupperware!

The protest has lost weight. A hundred arrows split the air.

There were many monsters blocking arrows with hard skin.

And the crow army has been hunting that monster for over half a year.

Flying arrows strike a horde of Orcs.

Some of the arrows pierce the eyes, and some of the arrows pierce the tops of the feet.

Some of the other arrows hit him in the trunk at the same time.

Even if it could not penetrate, it was sufficiently resistant.

An Orc hit by five arrows falls backwards and is trampled to death by an ally's foot.

The first weight of the Crow Squad stopped the Orcs from charging from the right.

Two, three, four, five.

Lind, who shot three speakers and fifteen arrows at the stop, cried out.

“Move!"

Along with Alice's infantry, the fastest-footed crow squad of Chris' troops is wide to the left.

Orcs have fallen to the spot where the crow army passed by.

Through that gap, Armstrong's army comes.

The crow army ran again.