From a terminal Soldier to Monarch

Orcs are meaner than I thought. Most of what they come forward for is a bucket operation.

The grief is deeper than I thought.

The base troops know they have the upper hand.

It was obvious what the Orcs would do.

Even losing a battle is a way to win a war.

Reduce the number of elite troops.

They will try anything to kill the vice knight or knight-grade.

The target will be the conspicuous.

After postponing the action on the battlefield, it soon came to the conclusion that he was sharpening his sword at me and my knights.

Then what should I accept with a sharp Orc blade aiming for my knights?

I did my best at military meetings by acting as if I'd deduced what I already knew and read the enemy's psychology.

How do you know the Orc psychology and paint the direction of battle so far?

Lind was surprised to see me when I spoke.

None of the others had anything to say.

“God is unfair. ”

The Nober Dragon mutters.

Skills as a knight, abilities as a commander.

Beauty and wisdom.

Are you jealous?

Of course, this was not the realm of wisdom. The realm of knowledge.

It was a natural part of me knowing what I was doing with the Orc ecology.

And they don't know that I know about them.

“So they deliberately intercept the vice knights? An Orc could be a vice night hunter? ”

Gennery Wolves asked me a question and answered it alone.

“If that's the case, then let's just stick together. ”

The fishnet-throwing vice-night hunter's method of sabotage is simple.

When you are with an ally, that's it.

“Of course.”

I spoke to him and shrugged my shoulders toward the Norver Dragon.

You guys do what you want, and I'll do what I want. Beautiful alliance, isn't it?

“What are you thinking? ”

The Noble Dragon looked at me and asked.

“I had a thought in my mind. ”

The end of the sentence was blurred, and everyone's gaze pierced me.

Three knights killed the enemy commander in Emilanun.

On the first day of Eden's visit, he turned his enemies into chariots.

After the battle, the Duke of Fraunmut and I continued to work.

How can we make such a strong disease in such a short time?

What should I do to become a knight like this from the time of the battle with the Eidmoons?

Murderer, monster slayer, war hero.

The numerous modifiers that follow me, and what I did when I came to the door.

It all became my background.

There, I even saw the astonishing wisdom to understand the psychology of the Orcs today.

The head of this meeting was not me, but no one could ignore my words.

I loosened my arms and twisted my legs.

“If you fight the ruckus, you'll lose money on our side."

The number of Orcs will rise.

Waves will continue, and counting from which moment on will be meaningless.

So what do we do?

It is passive to build an empire against the incoming waves.

“If the enemy is setting a trap. ”

He knew the hunter had set a trap, and he had a pretty good idea how it would work.

It's better if you don't use it.

I hung up and looked around the crowd.

Orcs are ugly, but bold and strong.

A great tactic is a slap in the back, beyond the eyes and ears.

One move beyond Orc common sense.

An unpredictable blow.

“Let's do more than that. ”

* * *

There were many rolling weapons. Orcs use axes and large knives, but they also use spears.

I ran to find a spear that was clearly centered on gravity, not human.

You grab the dragon by your left hand and run, poking the blocking orc in the eye.

Spearman Skills 85. Based on normal human standards, it was a technique close to a master.

It was that hard to stab and touch me in the eye while running.

"Hic!"

“Tsk!”

Screaming.

Sweep, sweep.

I heard something strange in the slaughterhouse behind me.

The owner of the knife was Lind.

The sound of me slitting the throat of an eye prick.

I could tell without seeing it. A few Orcs nearby opened up the room.

“I'll help!”

The Perth blocked my right hand one day.

Yeah, well done.

I grabbed the spear I found, threw my left foot forward, and picked up the spear that fell back on the floor.

The human weapon is clearly heavier than the one you just picked up.

I checked with my eyes that the window I just threw was flying with a curve and reached my arm back as far as I could.

I stretched my right leg backwards and gave my left foot a lot of strength.

The rain makes my feet fall back into the ground. The vice starts from the back of the foot and swings the whole body.

Your left foot digs into the ground to your ankle, and your right foot is slightly bent to the left with its back extended.

Quadruple.

The muscles tighten and scream.

I can feel the power gathering and accumulating.

What's your speech skills?

[Speech Skill: 82]

That's right, over eighty. There were a lot of people in the way, and the streets were pretty far away.

It was noisy and it rained and disturbed my senses.

Nevertheless, I was not confident that I would not be hit.

Quack quack.

I loosened the tightened muscles.

Thung.

Your left foot flexes forward. The window in my right hand flew straight, not curved.

After turning around with the throwing force, I ran without even breathing.

No matter how confident Royce is in the defenses, he doesn't know how long he'll last in the limbs.

I trusted my knights, but I didn't want to risk my life to test their skills.

“Break through.”

As you run with your horse, Perth is right next to you. You hear him breathing heavily.

“I'll hold.”

Yeah, whatever.

Lind protected my rear without a word.

On the right is Perth, behind Lynd.

I ran with only the front and the left inside the sensory boundary.

It wasn't hard to penetrate.

Cut it off.

Stab and stab.

Stop and hit.

I slit an orc's throat and pierced its skull. The dragon's flesh was a blunt instrument.

When I got caught there, my arm was broken and my head exploded.

Green blood runs through the floor where I passed.

I generously used boiling vice.

That's how I approached the room and approached Lois.

After stopping three attacks in the meantime, Royse greets me with a sword.

“Did you live well? ”

When I said hello, he stared at me.

You don't even have the energy to talk?

How dare you do this to someone else's knight?

“Shout! Here comes the monster slayer! ”

I shouted. The soldiers shouted after me.

“Assassin! Assassin! ”

I gave the order, extending the arrow forward.

"All forces!"

[EXP has increased.]

Shut up.

I focused my eyes on the enemy beyond the rain.

“Advance!”

For days, I fought for only the knight-class troops. By now, the gates of the city will be open behind me, and I will be running a standard.

Form is wedged.

I am the lead.

I ran forward with my mercenaries. I ran into four Orcs through the rain.

“Up!”

“Varde Hol-on! ”

They don't lose their courage even in a moment of embarrassment. He was a great warrior.

They come at you with swords, axes, etc.

I swing the spear.

If it is the equivalent of vice knights, it is the completion of flesh and skill that determines the superiority.

Orc flesh is superior to Humans.

That was no excuse.

But what about technology?

The Orc's skill was crude. I hit and cut hard.

The tongue of the snake, or now the blade that became the snake one by one, bent through the rain and split the space.

Tongue! Tongue! Puck!

A bent stab split into nine pieces.

Eight clogged, one through the head of one.

Tung Tung!

You hear the sound of a bounce from behind. The three rays of light shot from close range aim for the heart of the Orc with the sword.

He hurriedly holds the broad edge of the blade up like a shield.

Normally, you'd be agile enough to catch a flying arrow.

The one who shot this was Weiss Knight.

The arrows and protests were also unusual.

It was a short steel arrow.

Two arrows pierce the blade. And the other one went straight through his heart.

An Orc with a pierced heart has collapsed behind it.

“One is mine! ”

Meanwhile, Royce runs with his left arm stretched out.

Is it time to get greedy with an Orc's head?

“Up!”

The rest of the Orcs struggled in the meantime.

I want to compliment you for seeing this.

At this rate, you'll be the dominant faction on the Eastern Continent. He would have dominated the Ogres and enslaved the Goblins with the Trolls under his feet.

A red day-bladed sword draws an arc in the air.

It was the moment the Orcs brought their weapons there.

The weapon and the Orc's head were all cut off.

It was a terrifying cutting force.

It happened in a moment.

“... No, it's this fast. ”

Perth mutters at your side.

“I don't have time to rest. ”

I spoke and charged forward. I dashed through the rain with both legs.

Boom!

As I hit the ground, mud splashes up behind me. I rode through the rain, riding my legs to the side, with a slingshot in my lap.

Boom!

And they burst into pieces.

Bones, intestines, and flesh flew into the air.

“Charge!”

“Charge! Do not turn back! ”

You hear an elongated shout behind you. They must be following us, right?

All right, I'll leave the rest to you. Son of a bitch.

I was the catchy one.

“My name is Chris Fraunmoont! The Orc Warriors who will face me, stand before me! ”

I shouted with a vise that rises deep in my heart.

Grrr!

The lightning fell right in front of me with good timing and thunder.

Boom!

Oh, my God.

Five Orcs in front died by lightning.

You lean forward with a slight slash.

This can't be a lightning rod, can it?

Unlike my worries, my appearance of lightning lifting mercenaries impressed me quite a bit.

“…… Ooh, ow! ”

It was Perth's cry.

“Hero Chris! ”

“Major!”

It's not the bottom of the marketplace. Let's unite the titles.

“Monster Slayer! ”

That's right. Now it looks good on you.

I smile. My heart beats. My heart was beating.

I spilled the word with one ear that my EXP rose.

It's time to take back the damn Orc Wave.

* * *

The Black Lion family's swordsman, the Black Lion's current commander, ran as soon as he heard the signal.

‘Orcs are strong, but have poor skills. ’

The Black Lion family used to weaponize the power of swordsmanship.

The Black Lion family swordsman was a natural enemy of Orcs.

"I can't let you take all my specialties. ’

This was a battlefield for the Fatherland.

The Orc Wave was a threat, and I admit Chris Fraunmutt was a big help to it.

But I didn't intend to see it all.

I don't know when this temporary alliance will be broken, but I can't make a foreigner a hero on this earth.

No, you were right to say that you can't let it go any further since you're already a hero.

After the war is over, you might even erect a statue of Chris Fraunmut.

“Forward.”

Speak briefly and the test runs. A cape engraved with the face of a roaring lion, a symbol of the Black Lion family, symbolizes them.

Swinging their black cloaks, they try to penetrate the enemy forces.

As the Troll Raiders rush in, the Platinum Shield Knights stop them.

It wasn't a quick fight.

Even after stopping, exploding and destroying, the Trolls were able to regenerate just as badly.

The moment I saw the Wolves and Platinum Shield Knights holding back, the Black Lion ran.

It was not a bad choice. The Black Lion family was difficult to deal with the Trolls.

They had to be beheaded or crushed to death by force.

If it doesn't rain, they'll start a fire, but the loads are pouring in.

It was in front of the Black Lion family.

“Ugh!”

A fist twice as big as a human. No, about three times.

The prosecutor flew in reflexively.

Boom!

There was a loud bang.

Mud splattered everywhere.

Giant!

A man who has never been on the battlefield has stepped up.

The Orcs were able to overcome it with technology. But the Trolls were tough, and the Giants were impossible.

I don't know if I can handle a high-rise vice knight.

But this.

“Fall back.”

There was nothing to think about. Charge like this and you'll die a dog. It was a moment when the mission was about to go sideways.

It was time for me to turn my back on what was next.

“Clear a path? ”

You hear a heavy bass right behind the prosecutor.

“Perfect for warming up. ”

Woodduk

I saw a man snap his neck. In his hand is Halberd, sprinkled with red light.

Smaller than a Giant, but bigger than a normal human.

Who was it?

I don't remember the name.

“There were no giants in the mountains. ”

He speaks and walks, his weapon hanging low.

Rare.

The red light was Halberd. The ax blade scratches the ground.

That was proof that he was moving forward.

“Do you really not need my help? ”

It's the voice behind me. It was a loud tone and attitude.

Even the shape with the weapon was difficult to see as a regular soldier.

Mercenaries?

Seems like they're risking their lives for a few gold coins.

“Will you help me if I say help? ”

The knight who was moving forward said.

“Our job is to clear a path and get things done." I'm not risking my life to fight a giant. "

The knight who dragged Halberd on his way didn't answer. Instead, I stopped walking.

The giant watches the knight and is wary with his shield and club in one hand.

It was a strange altercation.

The prosecutor asked for a moment.

“Who are you?”

The knight replied without looking back.

“The Knights of Fraunmoont, Digo. ”

He walked forward again as he said.

It was a slow pace, rather than a quick one.

The giant looks at it and knocks at his chest with a raised hand.

Bang, bang!

“Ugh!”

It was a shout that sounded like my ears would burst.

The prosecutor couldn't take his eyes off the knight even after the giant's cry.

A red aura that pierces through the darkness of his weapon, mixed with the rain, makes a red bite behind him.

I took my eyes off it just by looking at it. A giant lunges at you, striking his shield from top to bottom.

I felt like I was going to become blood loaf or a meat loaf if I fell under it.

And Knight Digo swings Halberd.