From a terminal Soldier to Monarch

Shoot him!

The clock darkened as it rained. It's not so far in front of us, but darkness came early because the clouds cover the sun early.

Knng!

In the meantime, an ominous energy echoes through the battlefield.

Yellow lightning flashes across the sky, briefly shining underneath.

“Orcs, here they come! ”

You hear the scream of the soldier watching you.

Yeah, it's about time.

Orcs love buckets.

And this time, the spear will be a sharp blade to the side.

I don't see Giants or Troll Raiders.

It was the same shape as the previous fight.

Only the Orc troops marched forward to wage a war.

In other words, I will testify that there is more than one way to prepare for that consumption.

The God's Merciless Orchestra took over a fortress in a storm, but this time it looks like it's getting hit by a cloud again.

The Darkness came early, and the army's morale was in shambles.

The horde of green monsters does not move quickly.

I pressed slowly. It was a great tactical choice.

“Ugh.”

The last few days, even the surviving soldiers were frightened when they saw a horde of Orcs rushing in, thunder and storm.

The rain drifts across the floor, riding on the soldier's helmet.

The groaning soldier bites his molar tightly and raises his spear.

In this situation, we won't be able to use the chariot, and we won't be able to move fast enough.

It was disadvantageous in many ways.

And you don't use Giants and Trolls?

Obviously, it's a favorable situation, but it doesn't bring out the number.

Is that the kind of knife you use to stab your side?

Should we send reinforcements to Wheelken?

No, you don't have to.

If you get it wrong, it won't be a problem getting out.

Ultimately, today I need to repeat the same fight as yesterday.

No. In the meantime, I'm gonna need something to take care of.

I've seen it with my own eyes so many times...

“Can I ask you a question? ”

Soon I had to return to the battlefield. At that moment, the Noble Dragon asked me:

I lost track of what I was thinking.

In the meantime, thunder struck once more. I was lucky that the lightning fell on the Orc troops like this, but I wasn't so lucky.

“This face is not magic. God made a mistake because he didn't meet his parents well. ”

“What?"

“Why are you so handsome? ”

The Noble Dragon lifts up the helmet's visor, wipes the rain off its eyes and answers.

“Are you on the fifth floor? ”

With complete disregard and just asking the questions, I felt the fragrance of a dark man.

This guy's attractive.

I simply replied to the deadly charm of a middle-aged knight.

“Not yet.”

[Vise Skill: 49]

Each stage of the vice cannot climb so easily.

A step where tax-deductible genius has to work hard and work hard to make a difference.

That's the fifth floor.

If the 3rd floor is a double, and the 4th floor is an over human, the 5th floor's nickname is Fogarten Weight.

‘Loser of weight’.

“Fifth floor vice knights aren't exactly what you'd expect to see. ”

I added. There was only one person I had ever seen.

Abel the Great.

There will be one or two at every gate.

And now there was a man in Sercago that I knew.

* * *

Whelken recalls the name of the armor around his body.

Castle, the walls.

Armor that comes down from Ludwig's side, never greased, but always looked the same color.

It was a gray grass-plate armor, made for wearing by itself, not only with magical processing.

If only I could withstand this weight.

When I put on, I was surprised by the weight of my shoulder, and I could barely walk after wearing breastplates, gauntlets, thigh protectors, and a grib that wrapped around my shin.

If I was a regular knight, I would sweat as soon as I put on it.

So why do I have to wear this?

Why endure this weight?

“Up!”

“Varde Hol-on! ”

The Ludwig Knights wait for the enemy. I didn't even hide.

It was looking down from above, and the Orcs rushed up as soon as they found the Ludwig Knights.

With a shout, an Orc with red eyes rushes through the rain.

Gulp.

Someone swallowed the saliva.

Hülken glances at the armor, admiring the seams.

‘Two, no, three. ’

I only caught the notable one coming up from the front.

Grrr!

The thunder crossed the sky and soon sprinkled yellow light. Early in the morning, it was a light that awakened the place where darkness had settled.

And the wheelchair ran.

The biggest difference between the vise fourth and fifth floors was not the output.

Capacity and will.

It was at a time when Weiss Knight, accustomed to the power of the intangible, began to master its power.

You don't have to pull the bow strings and put muscle into it.

You don't have to go over the speed limit to make fun of your feet.

Vise follows her will.

A full-body vice that allows you to withstand the weight of your armor, while the five senses allow you to keep a sharp eye on your enemies.

“Up!”

I noticed an Orc with red eyes.

The flashing phenomenon of the lightning flashes before my eyes. The wheelchair runs without pulling it out with its hands on the grip.

A hammer, knife, and axe chase him away. He reaches forward with his hand on the grip.

Huff, puff!

A flash of light erupts along his extended hand and a line crosses the three Orcs.

The first Orc cut off its arm, the second Orc cut its throat, and the third Orc split above its skull.

Not artifacts, not magic swords.

Whelken cut down three Orcs with pure skill and Weissman.

“Queeeek!”

The man with his arm cut off screams at the pig's throat. Ignoring them, a Glaive flies over your head.

Instead of reaching for the sword, Whelken moves forward and grabs the Glaive sack by his hand.

Orcs are stronger than Humans, but that doesn't mean they're stronger than the Vice Knights, who reached the fifth floor.

The Glaive Sack slips out of the Orc's hands.

“Up!”

An Orc shouts after the leather of his hands has been pushed back. Hülken wedges the tip of the Glaive's sack into the oak's mouth with a blunt, non-sharp handle.

Puck!

A bribe protrudes. The sack passes through his mouth, piercing his neck and out back.

It was a trick made purely with superior strength, precise bruising, and stretching speed.

As he continues to run, Whelken swings his sword three times and kills three more Orcs.

Then I saw my first target.

“On it!”

It was a creature of blue skin. It was a Troll, not an Orc.

Whelken were the first monsters to encounter, but at the moment they saw it, they knew it was unusual.

The creature screams and swings the club from top to bottom. Whelken ignore the club and raise their swords from the ground up.

Boom!

The club slaps the helmet.

However, the shock was completely dispersed and dispersed throughout the body.

There were three reasons to wear Vise Night's exclusive armor.

The first was armor to protect the whole body on the battlefield.

The second was that the vice that was placed throughout the armor was used to distribute its impact wherever it was hit.

The third was on its weight.

Screaming!

The sword that rises from below will crack the Troll's jaw.

His tongue is cut off and blue blood splatters into the air. Soon the rain washed away his blood, and the man whose tongue had been cut off could not scream as usual.

It was a voice I didn't want to hear. Wheelken picks up his sword and swings it at his neck.

He turns his head back.

The blade slashes his nose and grazes his forehead.

The man with a torn nose screams again.

"Play."

And the wheelchair can still see the creature's features as it retreats.

I could see the tongue being cut off growing. The disgusting flesh grew at will and turned into the shape of a tongue.

You can see the bone growing in the flattened nose.

It was a feature that restored Orot to his nerves, bones, and muscles.

Whelken didn't wait for him to recover.

He took advantage of the third feature of the Vice Knight exclusive armor.

Boom!

Despite the muddy soil, the soil splashes backwards. Dash.

With his shoulders forward, the wheelchair turns into a human cannonball.

He lunges at the Trolls as he goes along.

He tried to avoid getting his head cut off, which meant he couldn't live with himself if his head burst or his heart split open.

Then destroy it and you're done.

Boom!

A loud ball of leather bursts through the rain. Through the rain, the Troll's blood, intestines, and flesh flew back into the sky.

Wheelken runs again. It was toward the next goal.

* * *

"What a creep. ’

The Canneruck lets out a shout as he runs along, swinging his sword and slicing the Orcs.

“Former Knights, to the wall! ”

The Ludwig family has guarded the Eastern Wall for generations.

The Ludwig Knights were the most important of them all.

It was a line and tactic that had been passed down from the Ludwig family since before Van Ludwig.

Bubble Bug!

Two hundred knights stand in a row, plunging a sharp tower shield into the ground.

After that, the knights who put Lance on the armor latch stand up.

Like stopping a horse charging with a spear.

The knights became walls, and the walls stood.

The Orc army is on the move.

In the meantime, I saw Goblins and Trolls, monsters that don't usually die.

Furverbuck!

The rushing Orcs have not penetrated the walls of the Shui Shield.

In the meantime, those who died in Lance were also groundskeepers.

‘Enough.’

While thinking about it, Canneruck chased Whelken with his eyes and forced the Knights to make tactical moves.

“Take a step back and forth! ”

Bang!

The center was held steady and tightened to the left and to the right.

It naturally rounded around the enemy.

“Your arm!”

If the Ludwig Knights had become walls, they would have been spears and arrows.

“All ahead full! ”

That's why they came here together.

Soldier of Fortune and Elite Soldier of the Year.

Now it's up to experienced people to deal with the Orc troops.

The war has begun.

The Orcs do not move flexibly.

There are many dying beings who will command them.

Boom!

As you hear the sound of air bursting, the Trolls' bodies splash into the rain.

I heard a thump and saw a Human Knight with a sword slash the Orcs into pieces.

The Goblin shoots a poison sting, but he ignores it.

As you swing the club, you ignore the Orc horde.

Armor wrapped around his body perfectly protected him from blind knives or poison needles or blunt force.

He runs towards his goal, killing only those who are interrupted neatly, and dares to make a bold move when he meets his target.

Alone, toppling the playing field.

Vise Knight.

In front of the knight who rushed through the Orcs and Trolls during a few thunderstorms, an Orc with a blue sword charged in.

Canneruck was able to see the scene clearly in the middle of the fight.

"Danger!"

He almost cried out in secret.

You can see the blue knife coming through the back of the wheelchair.

For a short while, a few thoughts crossed my mind.

Do you think the armor will hold? ’

‘At first glance, I'm a second-class warrior. ’

Secondary warriors are on par with the vice knights.

If the floor player does not decide to win or lose, the fight of death and killing is decided with a single knife.

When Canneruck looks at you, the Orc with the blue knife stabs you right through the cracks.

And even the Weiss Knight's proprietary armor had no guarantee that it would prevent the corresponding strength and stabbing.

Whelken are just fighting two trolls, one of whom is dying and holding his arm.

His left arm falls below the weight of the troll. You pierce the skull of one of the remaining black trolls in your right hand and stir it up and down.

The blue knife slaps Hülken on the back.

At that moment, Wheelken gently turns around. Prior to Weiss Knight's powerful defense, he was a technically flawless genius.

Kaga Gaga!

Even in the rain, a dung fire appeared.

The blade passes through the armor.

Wheelken turns away, swinging his sword across the Troll's head.

The black sword from the Troll's head falls to the orc's neck.

Grrr!

A yellow lightning bolt paints the half-moon shape of Whelken's sword as it spits.

Crescent Moon, the sword that came down from Ludwig's side.

Screaming!

An Orc with a blue knife has been decapitated.

Wheelken turns away from his curled head and throws his sword in his hand.

You plunge the sword into the head of another Orc.

He picks up a battle hammer that falls to the ground instead of a broken, broken blade.

Whilst the walls hold, blocking the Orc armies, and reducing their numbers as the gates clash, Whelken lead this battle to victory in a heartbeat.

Canneruck noticed that the moment the orc with the blue knife and a few others died.

The Orc battalion was simply being pushed forward without thinking.

Which means...

You mean all the commanders are dead. ’

“Tighten five legs, both sides! ”

Exterminate, not expel.

Canneruck changed his M.O.

Soon the knights who became walls began rounding up the Orcs.