From a terminal Soldier to Monarch

Glug glug.

I was neither cold nor very hungry.

Since the sun was getting warmer, there was no reason for the campfire to be so intense here.

If the passing wooden enthusiast sees me, I want to shoot the quarrel in my neck right now, and I set it on fire.

“Pumpkin.”

Bloop!

If the fire seems to die, the pumpkin breathes.

Isn't this bastard supposed to be the blood of a dragon with a Wandering Wall?

We've been breathing fire for over an hour now, and our pumpkins never tire.

It's just annoying.

I turn my neck to the left and to the right as I watch the flames blaze.

I sweated on my forehead. The vice senses a change in temperature and swings around your body once.

Weiss Knight, 5th floor.

It was something I had never dreamed of in my life. Some say they dream in the middle of the night, and some say they climb up with their swords.

I dared to open that door in a new way.

The nickname is Fogarten Weight.

You're the one who's lost weight. Then it was time to think about why this nickname was given.

Simply put, you can wear a full-plate mail to maintain your stamina, even with your whole body armored.

So what's good about this?

Perhaps the Orcs who fought Hülken felt the darkness.

Armor descending from Ludwig for generations, the Wall.

Magic armor.

The seam of smooth armor is not a needle, but there is no room for stabbing and entering.

Wearing it was pretty annoying, but the effect was clear.

A knight equipped with impeccable armor and the stamina to deal with hundreds of foot soldiers alone, as well as overwhelming skill.

The five floors were simpler, although the superhuman developed senses to catch the flying arrow during the struggle.

Stamina. Humans make armor that matches that Stamina.

It's called Vise Knight's armor.

A superhuman who can't be killed by a blind sword, and he has a monstrous stamina.

Ha, this is the longevity of the real battlefield.

Realistically, one knight could cover one unit.

No harm done!

As the flames blaze through, a blaze blazes through the air.

Could this climate get hotter?

whether it was because of the heat, whether it was fearless, whether it was because spring came and got excited.

A little bunny caught my eye.

It was a bunny with brown fur raised in its ears.

There were a lot of white rabbits in Sercado, but brown rabbits were common in the arms.

The moment he sees the flame burn and tries to make a move, my hands reach out to my arms first.

Phew. Phew.

The flying dagger pierces the rabbit's head. The man's body flashes and rolls back.

“Let's have a snack. ”

I told Pumpkin.

It's too bad we didn't start the fire.It's too bad.

I picked up some salted jerky and raisins when I came out of Palm Gate.

Compared to raw meat.

I took the dead rabbit, cut the blood vessels and drained the blood.

If you cut it out too quickly, it may not taste good, but it doesn't give you a chance to relax.

It's just enough to keep this fire going.

I peeled the leather, cut between the flesh points with a knife, and trimmed it well for eating.

I was more than familiar with it.

Have you done it once or twice in your past life?

Funnily enough, Painas Rey and the other teachers were eager to teach me survival skills.

I didn't know it then, but now I can feel it.

It's a realization from the way Piñas Ray reacts in life.

He must have felt like seeing that kid by the water.

After roughly teaching him a few skills, he was the perfect guy to go get knifed and die somewhere.

Aim high there.

My previous life goal was…….

I was thinking about it.

A pumpkin bit a few branches on its mouth.

If we find out, we're pumpkins.

I broke it and made it long as a skewer.

I stuffed the raw rabbit meat and put it on the fire. Every time I didn't let the fire burn, I gave it back.

Looking at the slanted rabbit meat, I thought about the past, not the future.

Do you want everyone to come? ’

I couldn't fully understand Orc habits. However, he knew a few things and the rest was predicted through reasoning.

Fortunately, the Orcs were ignorant and did not go beyond my expectations.

I thought again within that range.

‘Those who may be a threat. ’

This wave should have been famous in your past life.

After this, I don't know how many historians depend on it.

A human-eating Orc.

The conqueror of Emilanun, Black Nose.

In this way, I even put the name of the Orc in the history books.

I was able to recall an enemy I would meet in the future, based on the historical facts that Lynd had been reciting from the moment he met me.

Orc Road may be played separately.

Five Orcs surpassing the First Warriors foolishly.

Fifth floor, maybe? ’

Or between the fourth and fifth floors?

Wheelken has crossed five floors. And Jen Reed was crossing the fourth floor.

I didn't just notice it, I confirmed it myself.

That's why I was able to give Whelken an axis of battle.

‘But I don't know what's wrong with him these days. ’

I thought about Wheelken for a moment.

I stuttered upon the Orc-related memories like a chewing gum.

I don't know if I'm smart or if Lynd's a good cook.

Not now, Lynd, of course, but during the crippling days of Lynd.

I could remember most of it.

From the five Orcs that are more than first-class warriors, there won't be many other first-class warriors.

No history has ever determined the exact number of Orcs.

Not many people can remember how many times their opponent punched me while being beaten excitedly.

However, there were the lowest estimated figures. Minimum of 10,000.

It's a large army.

I didn't write it down on my own.

‘Soldiers of the hour.’

Even though his power is not weak.

I wish this were the end.

Orcs are a single nation, so there is no racial difference like humans.

But they had a Demihuman.

"Goblins, Augers, Trolls, Giants. ’

If they've been dealing with a crude pouch knife, they're sharpened swords from now on.

The Orc king was wise.

You slaughtered and enslaved all the Goblins. Instead, you chose their leader.

A white-eyed Goblin.

The soldiers called them "cataract Goblins" because their eyes were white.

There were still a lot of powerful enemies starting with him.

Bloop.

I watched the fire and picked up the cooked rabbit meat. Once thoroughly cooked, there is no moisture.

Every time I went to the metropolitan area, including salt flowers, I took out a bag of spices and sprinkled some.

You can't beat a court cook by cooking in the palace.

But it's a different story when it comes to field food.

I'm also an expert in this field.

It's been a long time since I roasted meat for myself without anyone else.

Oh, you should give me some pumpkins.

The spices were seared all over again. The burnt spice powder darkened my skin.

I went through it with my bare hands.

There was no need for a fire.

“Here."

I tore the appropriately cooked meat with my bare hands. I'm Digo if I'm strong, but I don't think I'm strong enough.

There's no shortage of shredding a single piece of meat.

“Grrr."

Pumpkins expressed their satisfaction. I sliced my nose and ate the meat.

I opened my mouth, too. Juice poured out of my vague, chewed up back leg.

The meat was originally so badly treated that it smelled, but the spices filled the gap.

If you're a good cook, you should make something to eat anytime, anywhere.

I ate my fill. I also tore a few more pumpkins.

After eating all that, I put the medium-long tree into the hole I dug and pulled out what I had left inside.

It was armor.

Did the golden pig owner tell you he doesn't have eyes for me?

Did the king really ask me if I was satisfied with this?

You guys.

I can't see much.

Even if you have eyes, you won't recognize it.

Who in the world knows what kind of armor you have to bathe in fire to see?

It was a treasure among the treasures that lay dormant in the note of the EightMoon.

Above all, mercenaries were my spear mates.

This armor is called Yonlin.

You will be a Dwarf craftsman's masterpiece for those who achieve the 5th floor of Vise Night.

The dwarf who made the dragon flew away with one sack of spear.

“To kill a dragon, you need a warrior of appropriate skill. I will allow the warrior to unleash all the power he has seen."

I didn't hear it in person, but my teacher told me, and he said that he said this.

I remembered the words quite vividly thanks to the teacher who was talented in such things as interwoven stories.

The Dwarf has made armor to fight dragons.

So his name was Yonlin, and he was paired with a warrior.

Burned armor sprinkles white light. I was amazed to see the armor reflecting sunlight over a thick branch.

You paranoid dwarf.

Given enough functionality, we have to give up what's lacking.

The shape of the armor that was filled with scales, subtly filling the whole body, appeared to be a dazzling work of art.

Each day you make a scale-shaped piece and refine it and attach it to it.

A horrible level of skill would have entered this armor if imagined.

I don't know the ingredients or the shape, but I was heavy.

If the vice is not in operation, it is too much to fight in.

It's worth bearing this weight, so it's worth it.

Orlot is the armor for the vice knights.

In fact, I didn't know that this armor would actually be in the memorandum.

There were rumors.

The heir of the craftsman who recovered the mercenary, the evil Dwarf, recovered the armor that had fallen asleep in the comments of his arm.

Of course, this was not the end.

What kind of mad craftsman would give a spear of armor to fight a dragon?

I found breastplate, armor, shins and boots.

Armor was everything.

There were lots of parts to take care of, but I was happy to enjoy the situation.

After a long time, the rusted, damaged armor has been cleaned from the bathtub of fire.

Each of the parts fell out and rolled the floor.

I took care of it myself.

The mercenary has not been dealt with by magic, but not by this armor.

I put my foot on the boot.

Good boy.

It didn't sound real, but I felt it.

Armor that can withstand the dragon's fire and won't pierce the dragon's nails.

I heard that this armor is more attractive than its sturdiness and weight.

Teacher Treasure Hunter says there is only one Orloth with this armor's magical power.

He really knew a lot.

Control capability.

There is only one magic given. The armor tightened itself to fit my body.

As long as I wore the parts, I was able to connect by myself and eliminate gaps.

I put on my armor and clenched my fist.

Quadruple.

The feeling of tightness made me feel stronger than before.

He clenched his fist lightly into the air.

You hear a bang and a burst of air.

The armor itself is ugly. Here you go.

That's so gross.

The sound of the armor moving gradually seems to come from inside your body.

You're still adjusting.

To fit the body, I thought I'd have to wear this for two days.

Armor as delicate as scales.

The shape sticks to the body like a garment.

Given the weight of it, it wasn't made of dizzy metal.

When I tapped my finger, I doubted if I could break it with all my strength.

I raised my arms and shined in the sun. A row of blue scales ran from the stop to the shoulder between the white armor reflecting light.

Ha, that's real art.

Craftsman, this is real.

“Ha."

The elasticity burst.

No matter how dirty the baby beard was, I felt like kissing it.

The moment I put on the armor, I thought,

Goblins, Trolls, if they come, Giants.

The king of Orcs, of course.

Tell him to come at me.

I was confident that if I came at you now, I would beat the crap out of anyone.

* * *

Grape looks at the cloth on the table in front of him.

Who is the one who most notices the high value of the Duc Fraunmund's name?

The first was Jabrian.

The upper white flag, the fact that there is the Duke of Fraunmut behind the White Flag Merchant Guild, makes no attempt to scam her.

Rumor has it he's dirty.

“Not one of the merchants trying to make a deal with me is lying? ”

It's been a long time since I've traveled to the Resistance. The last destination of the Hebrew was a bent sage.

“I got into a car while I was getting this. I heard a lot of gold coins. ”

It was a deal I couldn't have made if it wasn't for Jabrian. More precisely, the outcome of her birth and the Lord's information.

There was something I got in pairs with him.

An item wrapped in a long cloth and named several times with a hard leather strap.

Grafe told Yabrian.

“Well done.”

It was more convenient because the value of the name was added to the top operation.

If Jabrian sensed it, Grafe wrote the name in a different way.

He used and used the value of the name.

To get what you need from the royal palace if you need it.

Occasionally to explore a place within Sercado.

That's how Grape got two things.

“Well done. ”

Grape talks and collects things. Now all I had to do was send him to the battlefield.