From a terminal Soldier to Monarch

‘Which one of them is coming? ’

The Orc wrote the Quick Horse and Slow Horse tactic.

Could it be a fast wolf and a slow wolf in an Orc way?

The large, large wolf draws attention and allows the fast, small wolf to strike through the gap.

The tactics themselves are simple, but if the power is superior, the battle is quick.

As soon as the wolf's gaze became too heavy, there was no way to avoid the fangs of the big slow wolf.

The Orc Lord doesn't seem to intend to drag this war into battle for long.

Then surely there must be one of the four on the fast wolf's side.

In the book of history, the Orc Lord cast four great monsters.

A Goblin named White Snow.

A Troll called the Black Hand.

Three-headed Ogre.

A Blue Horned Giant.

There's gotta be one in four.

“What's your location?"

As soon as I joined, I asked.

Jenryd replies, as the swift Southern troops have been assigned to scout our side.

“Far. Enemies. ”

You mean you can't see it yet.

Did you divide your forces here?

No, I wouldn't underestimate it that much.

After they were beaten, they must have taken some measurements of the power here.

Unless he's stupid, of course he is.

Whoo-hoo!

You hear the pumpkin howling from a distance. The cry seemed to be getting closer, and the white fuselage quickly grew in the distance.

Nearby, the Southern army scouted the area in a circular motion and sent a pumpkin to the point where a herd of monsters were expected to arrive. They were just returning.

“Have you seen anything? ”

“Bang, bang!"

I think I saw something. I could almost tell the pumpkin had seen the enemy.

The pumpkin knocks the floor with his foot three times.

It looks like a big number.

“Let's go."

You speak to Jenryd and Lynd, and the pumpkin hovers over you.

My pumpkin hates to ride on other animals in front of me, so I have no choice but to ride it.

Luckily, he's several times stronger than a horse, so if I keep my balance, nothing will fall.

As you climb up to the top and move forward, Duc Fraunmund's forces move.

Wheelken, Lynd, Jen Reed, Alice, Lois, Diego.

A horde of knights followed and the chariot was left behind.

You can use it again if you fight in front of Eden.

No matter how stupid the Orcs were, I wanted to be beaten by the same tactics several times.

“Lord."

Digo welcomed me. I examined Lois and Alice's arms.

“I'm fine. Don't tell me to stay. ”

“I won't. My master is not that narrow. ”

Alice and Royce say, "No, listen."

You have quite the language disruption.

“Shut up.”

Let's go through with a word, from behind, and say, "Okay. ’I heard something like this.

You guys are crazy about fighting.

Anyway, thank God.

Someone once said, 'The scariest thing about Vise Knight is its healing power.'

Even if you're not a Troll, you were right to heal more than a human.

They both seemed fine.

‘Well, then. ’

I pressed the back of the pumpkin with my hand, and stopped walking.

Although the Duke of Fraunmoont has few troops, there is a force that none of Armand's troops can rest on.

Only the vice knights are seven.

This power was worth discussing at the central continent.

“An army approaches from Eden's eyes. ”

Right after it stops, Lind, the good eye, says.

There was a familiar one at the forefront of the impending Armored Forces.

“The Perth, the Wolfs, commands us to join 200 Wolfs Knights and 2,000 infantry troops. ”

“How can the center be the only vice knight in the Wolves? ”

I asked, and Perth shrugged.

“Wolves is Wolves, even without vice. Not one of me is going to change that. ”

Yeah, that's your turd. Pride about the Knights is very impressive.

They must have sent reinforcements, including Delhen.

We can't just leave the battlefield here.

“I have command. Knight First Person.”

“I know. ”

The Persians did not resist. He nods and retreats.

I stood behind him in front of Fraunmund's army.

It's a good time to speak first, but we don't have a lot of time.

I stepped on the pumpkin's back.

Gathering everyone's attention was simple.

“Attention!”

Digo shouted without saying.

The wall of Eden's eyes trembled with a resounding shout.

If the loudest man wins the war, we will bring Digo to the front.

“If you want to fight, step back and hand it over to the commander. ”

After cutting off all the front and back, the soldiers blink.

Some of the articles were the faces I wanted to talk about.

Seven vice knights, few know what that means.

Lind nods and only experienced knights, such as Cannerucks, keep their mouths shut and shine their eyes.

I confronted Canneruck. Somehow it looks black under your eyes.

He opened his mouth avoiding my eyes.

What's wrong with him?

It was a worried face.

“The Lord is right. If it's dangerous, leave it to the knights or the vice knights. ”

A reasonable tactic is to tailor the characteristics of each unit.

We have superior power, so we can use it.

Weiss Knight won't die of dizziness.

‘Orcs won't even hunt for vice night. ’

They will strike with the same force.

Then the better man wins.

And I could bet a gold coin on my knight's victory.

“Race.”

Bang, bang!

The classics ring. A soldier wielding a drum beats the drum as he scatters his sweat.

Bang! You're sweating on the drum and glittering in the sun.

You're working hard.

Pow!

Someone blows a horn. This was the wolves.

Sercado is a war machine, and the Eid Gate is a horn.

Formerly an enemy, but now a united army against one enemy.

“Armor, are you new? ”

The red-haired knight stands beside you as you let the pumpkin walk.

He looked insensitive. A face that reminds me of Wheelken when I first saw him.

“I got you a present. ”

More accurately, it was a gift close to extortion.

He was held over the treasure of Ludwig's territory, the "Wall."

“Why are you helping him? ”

He asked.

“Isn't that the altruistic thing to do when you see a fallen patient? ”

He was as smart as Lynd, so it was a wild guess.

Seeing him without a word, Whelken spoke.

“Are you planning to build a dynasty? With Palmer and Cercado's approval? ”

You'd be lying if you didn't make those calculations.

Edik will recognize my territory as a nation if I tell him.

I will be king.

The same is true of King Thorte of Palmoon. This alliance was thoroughly beneficial to Palmoon.

How much money do you need? How much treasure?

Isn't my existence too big on this battlefield?

Anyway, it's a prince, but I like the way it sounds.

I didn't have to. I didn't want to get caught up in a feeble battle.

They were real kings because they were kings.

Were they really nobles because they were nobles?

A king who abandons his people.

A nobleman who only fills my joints.

I've seen a lot of them.

After pretending not to, there are many bastards on their knees and begging for their lives to save only their families.

That's why I wanted to be a monarch.

I asked him again.

“What is a good monarch? ”

At one time, the man who took the Earl's throne and stood up for himself to become a monarch replied.

“That's a question I don't have to answer right now, if you insist. ”

He stopped talking and looked at me.

The rising sun reflected and shimmered in his eyes.

“I'm the one who doesn't disappoint anyone when Orloth stands up for himself. ”

“You can be that monarch later. But now I am. ”

What kind of person am I to Wheelken?

I didn't care. I won't care after that.

In my past life, I was a third-rate mercenary trying to suit everyone around me.

I tried to be the person they wanted me to be.

But I'm different now.

I dream of a monarch.

I want to be a guarding and building fence.

It is not a childish dream.

I wanted it to be my ideal appearance in reality.

I want to protect the people of my land.

“I'm just here to protect it. ”

Whelken didn't answer. The pumpkin walks to complement his head.

It was like a gesture that praised me for listening to my words.

I guess I was mistaken.

Whelken mutters as if to himself.

“Is that so?”

I thought someone would ask.

Why are you helping us?

If there is no question like this, it is a lie.

Lynd won't ask for me.

Digo would run into hell on my orders.

Alice has no idea.

Jenryd will just trust me.

Lois speculates that she won't dig into my thoughts.

Wheelken was the only one who could ask such a question.

His questions are reasonable.

Then why do I think this guy looks like he's throwing up all over himself?

You reach behind your back.

Lois and Alice stood in charge of the troops each and didn't bring their own acolytes to the battle, so I kept one of the Ludwig Knights as my own.

“Yes?”

And he doesn't even know it.

If it wasn't for the really good basics, I would have done it by now.

“Give me the one from Grafe. ”

“Oh, yep. ”

He gave me a sword in a stiff posture.

What are all swords?

Making good iron, making great craftsmen.

That was the basis of the sword.

It was a weapon worthy of its standards.

A sword made of Baltic steel, filled with a single blade and grip.

It weighs a little, but it's lighter than mercury. It can be used by anyone.

A masterpiece of a rural village craftsman.

A coincidental sword that you think you'll never make again.

An old blacksmith forged this sword with the last flame of his life.

When I picked up the sword, I saw a cool silver sword reflecting the sun.

You've never seen a real Baltic steel sword, have you?

The gaze gathered around me. There was no glamour, but even the blunt pommel and grip felt dull.

But it wasn't a blade.

I'm going to cut off every finger.

My father-in-law made this sword and died.

The reverse engineering was buried in the countryside forge.

Grape would have bought this sword for a few laughs.

I don't know, but the old furniture in that little rural village must have thrown me enough money to play for three months.

A sword worth fighting for.

The entire Baltic steel retreats when used. It's a sword that complements its weakness.

He must have mixed some metals, but since his father-in-law is dead, the secret of this sword will last forever.

If the artifact is the only thing that makes sense.

This sword can also be called an artifact.

There is no magic to grant, but the sword that holds it will help cast more magic.

Honestly, I was greedy as soon as I saw it.

If a Dwarf craftsman's weapon is a mercenary.

It's a man-made masterpiece made by this Black Artisan's efforts.

Gulp.

Someone swallowed the saliva.

I put the half-drawn sword back.

“…… What's that? ”

Wheelken asked.

“Isn't she pretty?”

I asked again.

“Yes."

I can't breathe. I can't breathe.

A great carpenter said he wouldn't hide the tools.

What nonsense.

With a great saw and all sorts of tools, you'll be able to carpentry several times better than before!

The knight's weapon was like this.

“Is that for me? ”

Oh, look at these unbelievable eyes.

“No?”

“No.”

Seems polite all of a sudden.

I laughed.

Wheelken is a man who knows jokes.

I turned my sword around and looked at him. Pumpkins are walking in complement, but even a sword can be drawn from a horse with a line of water.

“Moonlight.”

The father-in-law who received the moonlight engraved that text on his sword.

That soon became the name of this sword.

I couldn't find a better sword for Whelken.

I spent a long time wandering around the countryside because I didn't know exactly where the village was.

Isn't it worth it?

I asked with my eyes.

Wheelken didn't look at me.

He strokes his sword slowly with both hands.

“Moonlight, Moonlight. ”

He mutters.

Soon, he looked at me and said,

“I'll use it well. ”

The wheelchair twists at the wheel. Soon his words spread.

After that, you can see the Cannerruck's pupils shaking.

What's wrong with him?

He barely wakes up, moves and spits at himself.

That word stuck right into my ear.

“Were you really upset? Son of a bitch.”

He's not the kind of guy who insults people when he's distracted.Who is he insulting?

“I see hostiles. ”

One of the crow squad members says, filling the back of the canoe that left.

“But……."

He blurs.

I had a hunch something happened that I expected.