From a terminal Soldier to Monarch

From the gate on the other side of Emilinun to the present wall.

To stop two kings from fighting.

And to see a happy face that I have seen for a long time.

Also, faced with a genius I almost killed.

I didn't have time to talk to someone for long.

How many words did I say to Linds?

At the very least, it was ten words. And he showed confidence in the walls and stepped out.

It was natural to win a battle with Orcs on sight.

With the overwhelming qualities and sheep of the troops, you cannot lose this battle.

The question was not just about winning or losing a battle, but about what kind of damage you saw or how much you accomplished to finish this battle.

“That's the archer? ”

The remaining Sorte Eid, the king of Palmum, mutters at your side, waiting to watch the battlefield from the top of the wall to the end.

Knights shoot bows. It was impossible to give that knight a bow.

The moment the cavalry protested, a group of Orcs fainted.

“Up!”

“For the armgate! ”

It was a battlefield filled with the screams of Orcs and soldiers.

‘Movement Sack. ’

It's not just an arrow, it's an archer. Arrows don't work?

I could also throw a dagger at their eyes or pop their heads with a rock.

If I shoot arrows from a distance, I can't pierce the skin of the Orcs, but if I stick close together, I can pierce them directly.

Lynd's unit was proving it.

You see Armstrong's army push in between the fallen Orcs.

The Noble Dragon was a great commander. No, now it's the wolf's father.

Gennery Wolves has dominated all forces without going forward.

It was an amazing ability to manage troops.

It was the moment that Armstrong's troops dug through the gap that Lynd created.

‘Rear Support. ’

If I knew any strategy, I would feel the same way.

If Lynd's archers retreat and support them, we can bring down one side of the Orc army in no time.

But Lind didn't.

“Huh."

Thorte sighs.

“Oh no.”

He says, full of disappointment.

On the contrary, I felt my heart beating.

I could not give any answer to the moaning king.

‘Lynd.'

I was my friend, and I couldn't show my intentions to the knight.

At least I couldn't reveal my intentions in front of the king and commanders of Armstrong.

Even though we pretended not to listen, we were eavesdropping on each other.

It was a hostile country just before, and it was an ongoing treaty.

We were neither friends nor allies yet.

That's just the way it is.

That's what I wanted. To empower my opinions.

So that they can't ignore me no matter what I say.

Up until now, I have proven my worth alone. But me as a knight, me as a commander, was a completely different matter.

Well, then...

What are the commanders and knights worth on the battlefield?

“Oh, the Duke's army. You're fighting well, right? ”

The king of Palmer, the man Edric, stood by me.

He didn't have an eye for strategy.

Edric praises me with a loud forward sentence and asks me with a small back.

I wore a mask. I couldn't laugh in this situation.

“Yes, Your Majesty. They're really good at fighting. ”

Instead, I conveyed my intentions to the fugitive in a very small voice.

I didn't tell Lynd anything.

Lynd read my intentions correctly.

It was a moment when a squadron running in front of the crow army, without encountering the Orcs, turned.

Shortly after, a shout rang out.

The familiar title and familiar name were the protagonists of the shout.

* * *

What a good strategy is.

A strategy to win?

Win with minimal casualties?

‘No, no, no. ’

Thung!

Running and shooting arrows was a trick that only fifteen crow troops could do.

Moreover, the arrow that runs through the Orc's eyes kills him.

Maybe it's a trick.

Lind considers the number of arrows in the arrowhead.

What is most important in this battle?

The relationship between Palmer and Sercado.

Why the Lord is here.

What to expect and what to get.

A combination of many books I read, experiences, and natural genius.

Lynd read Chris' insides without a doubt and was convinced.

‘Right to Speak.’

Easier said is influence.

No battle should have been meaningless.

If you show the strength of your allies and prove their power, you will be compensated accordingly.

If the Lord should be a hero, the Chief of Staff was there to make him a hero.

Lynd moves to do so.

And it was a union to do so.

“Commander!"

Seeing the voice calling out to you from behind, you see a group of Orcs chasing after you.

“Me?”

Jenryd asks.

“No."

Rind takes a deep breath and exhales with the horse.

“Complete!”

“Complete!”

The deputy spits at his cry. The soldiers who had already been on the battlefield many times were not embarrassed and obeyed his orders.

No, it was a day of training for the current situation.

Lynd hangs another bow. You pull out a separate arrow from the number of remaining arrows.

The arrow was thicker and bigger than the other one.

After slowing down the pace of walking with arrows in protest, you fall behind a squad of crows moving quickly.

Jenryd is in the lead, and leaves the pack with two axes and cuts a charging orc's throat.

"Move."

Weiss, who was imprinted on the back of his foot, couldn't move freely because he wanted to.

But I couldn't let it go, so I found a way to use it deliberately.

As I pulled the protest and held on, my arms trembled as I tightened into my muscles.

At the same time, hot power rose from the soles of my feet and swirled around my body.

Fourth floor, over human. The trembling arm stops with superhuman strength.

Strength beyond human limits grabs the bow and pulls the bow back.

Queek, queek! The screech screams.

It bent like it was about to break. Lind put down a bow protest.

Bam!

As the protests bounced, I heard the air burst.

An arrow from two layers of crossbow pierces the chest of the orc running behind you.

To be precise, I didn't see any piercing through the Orc's chest.

Five Orcs rushed in front of him with a thumping and exploding leather ball and died in a flash.

The bow rope was made from the threads that Chris had ripened.

The arrows are made of genuine steel.

Lind rubs her fingers.

I can feel the thread cracking as my anvil cracked.

‘About three times. ’

I didn't think it was too much. There were only four arrows left.

Lind pulls out the monster arrow.

It was a perfect gift for the monster.

“Up!"

The eyes turn red and the arrow flies back in front of the orc.

Boom!

The first one explodes. After that, three of them fall within range of the arrow, their arms and legs explode and their throats are torn.

The severed head walks a few steps forward without realizing it's dead.

Lind stops the horde of runaway troops alone.

“I see it!”

He was a mercenary deputy.

A squadron of crows opens up the front while they block the rear.

The path they opened was not their path to walk. It's for troops who have feet as fast as their own.

“Baisa Alice! ”

“Instinct Alice! ”

“Die!”

You can shout like that to relax and stay calm.

Alice's infantry.

She draws the sword that was given to her by the Lord.

Quake, an awl-like sword, turns in a right angle and slaps the rear of the Orc battalion.

Jenryd speeds up, catching up directly behind Alice.

‘It's hard. It's hard. ’

Lynd mutters to himself and commands.

“Leave the crow army, Aaron, you're in command. ”

“Yes!"

Deputy Hunter Lynd saw that Sweetie was frustrated and led the troops.

With Weiss's full strength filling his whole body, it was not difficult to chase after the two running first.

Along with them, Alice asked.

“Direction!"

“West!”

The rising sun was shining on the earth, so the direction could be quickly determined.

Alice takes a step back.

The entire infantry has drawn their swords.

If the Crow Squad is a close combat archer, they are trained killers.

Two hundred, all trained by skill.

It wasn't just a drill.

Tequille is a man who knows how to kill the vice knight without a vice.

He taught them that skill.

What is the weakest place in the human body? It was no different because it was an Orc.

They also had a major presence.

Alice takes a step to the left, watching the orcs rush.

“Grrrrrrrr!”

A beastly cry echoes through my ears. Alice walked right past him.

As the orc turns, her shoulders shrug.

It seems to be flashing.

A trench called Quake pierces the orc's neck and plunges.

Pic and blood spills from his throat, and the orc falls down.

It was leather armor they wore and not neck-shrouded.

They believed in hard skulls and didn't wear helmets.

Alice hasn't moved since the calculations. Just as I was trained, I moved according to what was carved into my body.

Suddenly, the speed of running completely kills two Orcs in front of her.

The hammers and axes of those who lost their sense of distance pass in front of her.

Alice's quake makes two flashes.

She makes two bodies and runs again.

The wind slows her down, and the speed of the infantry catches up to her.

I saw a servant who had been courting him all year, running right next to him.

You can see the axe of the Orc falling over his head.

He holds up his longsword. If I stopped it, I felt like my neck would be slit longitudinally with a longsword.

The axe just touched the blade. Bayern takes a step forward with her sword in her hand.

Thydydiding!

An Orc axe runs back against the blade.

Bayern reaches forward as she pushes back.

A sharp, light blade pierces the orc's neck.

I saw the other soldier right next to me. He slashes the oak's filth and kicks its head behind it.

After that, the soldier grabs the sword and stabs the Orc in the eye. A soldier with a sword that resembles her own type of quake.

It wasn't an infantry, it was an infantry.

It was also a well-trained swordsman who knew and stabbed the critical parts of those who were similar to the human body.

Alice was not worried about her allies.

A soldier cut a brachial artery above the orc's forearm and caused hemorrhage.

A soldier slashes his finger and misses his weapon.

Another soldier stabbed me in the jaw of a charging orc with his mouth wide open, aiming for my neck.

Alice was confident.

If only Orcs could take on the soldiers in the bag alone.

All his troops are soldiers of the Hundred.

“Baisa Alice! ”

Bayern exclaims.

‘Goddamn it. ’

Alice laughs deeply as she curses.

“Baisa Alice! ”

My heart was beating with a shout. There was a gust of air.

Alice also shouted as she robbed the helmet of green blood.

“Baisa Alice! ”

Goddess of Weiss. In other words, Goddess of Battle, Alice.

She runs screaming.

Jenryd's axe decidedly reduces the number of Orcs, unlike her way of fighting. After that, Lind pulls out the snow.

Every time his sword moves, the excited Orc's body cools down.

His gaze was drawn by Armstrong's army.

The Orcs of Icheon were embarrassed.

Their commander was clever, but he missed his chance to take the lead.

And what Chris Fraunmoont, the executioner and former hero, wanted in this battle was the commander's neck.

What are the commanders and knights worth on the battlefield?

He specializes in fighting well, but what he did on the battlefield is meaningless if he doesn't have the balls.

What Lind wants, is the finest part of the battlefield.

The yolk of an egg, the last remaining piece of meat, and the few bottles of wine in the world that everyone covets.

“Varde Hol-on! ”

Alice, Jen Reed, and Lind faced him.

He shouts Orc.

“Bayern.”

“Yes."

“Get out of here. ”

“Yep!"

An Elder Swordsman Alice moves to escape the battlefield.

It was a scenario written by Linds.

What are you going to do with sweet fruit?

It required choreography. The most prominent act on this battlefield.

Lynd calculated everything.

“Hook!"

Leading the way, Jen Reed, he snorts.

Alice is on the left, Lind is on the right.

Black Nose and the five Orcs under it rush in.

‘Vise Knight. ’

The Orc said "Second Class Warrior."

His second-in-command warrior draws a large knife. There was a law when I saw him swing.

It was an unparalleled enemy.

It must have been hard for anyone to meet.

But Lynd didn't want to fight this guy back and forth. What he wanted was an overwhelming victory.

Jenryd's running speed has changed. Just as Lind knew how to use the vice, so did they.

The wingless hawk in the south swoops forward in terror.

Thump! Thump!

His axe slashes at the blocking Orc weapon, like a firecracker.

Puck!

The axe in your right hand hits you twice, and the axe in your left hand comes up from underneath and cracks the Orc's head open.

One of Blacknose's minions dies, and in the meantime, he narrows the streets and slaps the knife.

Jenryd doesn't panic. She lays two axes on top of each other.

Boom!

The explosion blows. Rind pushes the snowflake blade forward, aiming for the opening.

I felt a chill in the hilt.

He rode his sword to the full strength of snow.

Blacknose lowers his sword, his arms full of strength, without looking at Lynd's sword.

At that moment, Jenryd's knee snaps.

“Hap!"

Jenryd survives as she exhales the vice.

His knee snaps and stops.

He gives it a lot of strength, but bounces it off with his knees without even looking at the flying blade of snow.

The blade is sharp and sharp. The cold seems to envelop his body, but it soon vanishes.

The heat from the vice pushes away the cold from the snow.

Then, behind Lynd, you hear a bee whirring like its wings are shaking.

Quake is the sword of vibration.

And what Alice learned, Eid Wing.

It was part of the same family. It was a gift to match.

Her blade flashes across the Black Nose with five flashes.

Blacknose tries to raise his blade.

“Hook!"

Beneath it, Jenryd suddenly changes the position of one of the axes and presses the blade from top to bottom.

His shoulders falter and stop.

Screaming!

In the meantime, the snow that had flown again grazed his side.

A sharp blade cuts through the armor and breaks through the muscles.

His body is frozen instantly with a burst of cold.

After that, five flashes fell.

Bubble Bug!

The description was long, but the brawl was short.

After only hitting and retreating a few times, Black Nose had a hole in his face and punctured his heart, shoulders, and abdomen.

“Hot!"

Alice howls and quakes. A lost Orc lunges for his commander and stabs him in the neck.

As soon as he saw him dead, Lynd slashed his head with snow.

The cold prevents his blood from spilling. Lind, holding the greasy Orc's hair, cries out.

“Alice, the Knight of Fraunmoont, killed the commander! ”

There was a widespread shout.

And it was her troops who were leaving the battlefield.

“Baisa Alice! ”

They ran away and shouted.

“Baisa Alice! ”

“Baisa Alice! ”

The soldiers were screaming.

Rind takes a deep breath and shouts in a vise.

“Baisa Alice! ”

It meant that everyone should see this place.

That's how everyone's gaze focused.

What they saw was three Vice Knights piercing the enemy camp, killing the enemy commander, and slaughtering Orcs.

And the three knights were only three of the knights that Duke Prawnmund had.