From a terminal Soldier to Monarch

Boom.

An Orc who slammed the floor with the tip of a Gulave was one head bigger than the other.

His shoulders were wide and his forearms were thick. With a long fang, he was strong enough not to surpass any Orc, and was a handsome Orc.

King, Lord.

An Orc who started this war.

The Orc's cry echoes as he dips the floor.

“Varde Hol-on! ”

The red eyes, fury and frenzy, will bend over them.

The Orc Warriors ran with a shout. Rod sits on a skeleton made of ogre, giant, and human bones and looks at the battlefield.

‘Human.’

A man in white armor, standing in front of him.

And coming in from the right.

Two humans wrapped around a lump of iron were the most intimidating spears.

Lord had a vice, and he could feel the sixth sense and the intuition that an intangible force gave him.

Threats from two humans irritated the Orc's rough skin.

“Grrrr.”

Rod scratches his neck and shows hostility, pointing his finger to one side.

“I'm going."

The five warriors raised by their hands moved.

The five encountered a threatening spear before hitting the ground a few times.

Looking back at the five running warriors, Rod takes a deep breath.

His chest quickly swelled twice and his chest quickly turned into gangrene.

“Ventakru!”

Revenge!

“Syrabus!”

Cheers!

“Varde Hol-on! ”

I'll cry out to God.

The air in the battlefield has changed.

I stretched out while drawing a concentric circle around him. The existence pierces through the darkness and reaches out to everyone.

And Lord hid the vice.

You hide his disappearance due to the harshness.

The road melts into darkness and leaps silently.

* * *

Bottom to top.

You slashed the running orc's thighs and then cut its throat.

The blade is terribly sharp.

I felt like there was magic in it that imparted sharpness.

‘No.'

It's just a good knife.

The wheelchair in the moonlight had no roughness.

A gap created by Jen Reed and Digo.

A horde of Orcs rushes in.

“One!”

“Awesome!”

They're not hallucinogens.

They were physically strong. He was an elite among the Orcs.

Before Lind could make a move back there, Hülken sent his own knights and stayed alone.

He was surrounded by the armor of the Wall, and alone was superior to the Ludwig Knights.

Lynd picks up his sword and stabs you in front of the rushing orc.

It was a simple gesture. It seemed like an Orc was about to break the sword with his neck.

The blade slit the Orc's throat.

“Glug!”

Blood bubbles poured down.

The wheelchair is drawn to the side with a sword in it.

Wood Duck.

A blade cut through the cervical spine sprinkled green blood. The next runner reacts with a short cut of his right fist.

Puck.

I felt a tingling sensation in my fist with a cheerful sound.

“Huff!"

The fangs of the Orc in the face snap in half and pop into the air.

For Vise Knight, the darkness didn't become a big obstacle, so Whelken walked like he was walking.

It is rare for a charging Orc to take his sword more than once.

A simple stab and slash, a blow with a fist and a foot were all.

Sometimes I threw them over my shoulder without slashing or hitting a rushing orc.

He wasn't as destructive as Digo.

You don't strike like Jenryd.

It doesn't attract the attention of enemies like Royce and Alice.

Nevertheless, no orc could stop him from walking.

No one made me slow down.

Wheelken wouldn't have killed him if he wasn't the one facing him.

‘Maybe this is it.’

Seeing your allies' position, you assess your enemy's position.

Beyond the wilderness, you see one or two trees rise.

The moonlight shines on the tree.

It is a canyon. Orc Road lies ahead of it.

Don't you have to hide? ’

Unless you're asking me to kill you, you're confident in your skills.

Whelken was fortunate that he was arrogant and arrogant.

That way, they won't move. Otherwise, it will burst out and spout its own existence.

It's different. I heard him scream after a short walk.

Some kind of Venta, Varde Holon.

It was a bored Orc language.

I could almost feel it coming from Whelken.

Whelken nods.

‘Passed.’

He was worth fighting for.

I couldn't take it away from Chris every time it tasted good. First and foremost, you must pay for this sword.

‘I will give you the Orc's head in return for the moonlight. ’

So Wheelken aims at Lord.

Ludwig the Knights. I'm relieved to have Canneruck.

It's a relief to have Lynd escorting the entire army.

"Thanks to you."

That Orlot can move on as one knight.

Being able to stand on the battlefield as Weiss Knight.

That joy.

Even if it was a struggle, it was good even if it was wild.

Burrrrrr.

His whole body trembles with excitement, not walking.

I'm glad the enemy has such an opponent.

Chris is strong, but he can't fight for his life.

The same was true of the other articles.

It is sad that there is no equal enemy.

That's what Whelken thought.

“Hol-on!”

Another Orc reacts to the Orc Road's aura.

Orcs with red eyes, Orcs, Orcs!

A swarm of Orcs rushes in like waves.

The eyes of those who were intoxicated by the effects of the hallucinogens turned white and turned upside down.

Thung.

The wheelchair lowers its visor.

My vision narrows. It didn't matter. A sharp intuition that arose from Weiss made me aware of the situation around me.

Wheelken walks the trail soaked in Orc blood, not grass.

That was a few steps ago.

Living, hostile, speculative.

Hülken's eyes peer through the Orc horde.

You see five Orcs.

And then they just snapped.

Three battle hammers, two Gulaves.

Hülken leaps back because he knows he's surrounded.

I slammed my back with my jaw. Hülken stretches his right foot back, tugs and falls, then breaks his neck in his armpit.

Win!

Then I threw the body forward.

Puck!

A charging orc shrugs toward the corpse.

A body hit by the shoulder bounces out to the side. It looks like a stone hit a rock.

Hülken draws his sword and takes three more steps back, catching a sabbatical.

Five fingers? ’

It reminds me of the men who pushed Delhen back.

That was correct.

They do not breathe and move. I met an enemy on the battlefield.

Humans won't say anything.They 're between Orcs and Humans.

I didn't need to talk.

They've blocked Wheelken's exit. The surrounding Orcs have begun to retreat.

Soon a large circular void appeared.

It was after I had walked quite a bit from where I used to be.

The canyon is just up ahead. A small, broken tree falls down in a clearing they deliberately built.

There was a lot of gravel on the floor and occasionally a rock that stood on the ground.

The canyon is close to a rocky mountain, so the terrain is about to change.

‘Hammer.’

You see intent. You're wearing heavy armor, and you're willing to break it.

The blunt force is good for breaking plate armor.

If the opponent was a clumsy or common Orc warrior, this would not be a threat.

He's Vice Knight, Fogarten Weight.

He had forgotten his weight.

But the enemy is also inferior. An Orc with a vice on the fifth floor.

‘Hmmm.'

Vise Knight is uncommon for humans.

Overgathering with the Fraunmund Knights. It's rare to see the whole continent.

Even if you take out the hidden number of houses or kingdoms, it's not that bad.

‘I think I've done about 50 things worse than these guys. ’

There were five warriors on the fifth floor beyond the fourth floor.

If they came together in one country, I could really dream of a unified continent.

So Orc Road must have started a war like this.

Hülken thinks, pulling his foot to the right, trying to get to an advantageous position.

Five Orcs follow him.

I could tell without looking back.

The vice shivers and reacts to the target.

The siege was intact.

"What are you going to do? Are these guys going to overflow? ’

The fact that you can't face Lord makes Wheal Kern frown.

He sighs deeply.

It wasn't a fit for a surrounded situation.

The five Orcs have not stormed the shoe.

“Do you want to salute me? ”

Hülken said, unfortunately, that's enough.

Five Orcs pressed against the Sword King.

There's no shortage of opponents.

“Poor human. ”

“I'm gonna chew your guts out. ”

Two said. The place where they stood quickly became a battlefield for other Orcs.

Feeling the gaze gathering into the void, Whelken reflected the moonlight that was shining with his sword.

I wonder if you know the name of the moonlight you're wearing.

You absorbed the black moonlight and contained a silver light.

I just sprinkle a light that doesn't blink my eyes.

“My name is Hulken Ludwig. ”

While I'm at it.

I know Chris didn't just slap a Troll in the shoulder for nothing.

“The Knight of the Prawnmunds, and the greatest knight on the continent. ”

His words were lofty, but they resounded because they contained the vice.

The screamers might not have heard it.

However, it must have been heard from an ally who had just broken through the area.

“Knight in shining armor! ”

Someone shouted.

I gave him a little glance. It was a familiar face.

I don't know how I got here.

Teska Ryan, knight of the Black Lion family.

Whelken are talented and full of them, but they don't fit well with the Black Lion family.

He's the one I'd like to reap if I had the chance.

“Moonlight, Moonlight, let's have some fun. ”

The wheelchair mutters. Five Orcs rush at the same time.

Ta-da-da!

Five and one bump into each other in the dark throws up fire.

Fire blazes everywhere. Sometimes silver and white flashes cut in between.

A crescent-shaped sword splashes through the orcs.

Wheelken is pushed.

Tearding!

The Orc's Gulave grazes and pushes through the armor. Step-twisted wheelchair twists.

At the same time, an Orc dares to run and swings a hammer. It was a crushing headache.

The twisted wheelchair lowers and extends its sword upward. The stumbling pose was perfect as if it were a lie.

And the moonlight hits the hammer.

The moonlight lost its light.

I slashed the hammer instead.

Power, skill, and a great weapon.

It happened because he was right.

Skunk!

A slashed sword rises up like lightning, then plunges down.

An Orc with a hammer jumps to the side. I just ran.

The Black has already passed.

Puwak!

From the shoulder to the groin, blood and intestines burst along the slashed blade.

An orc with a hammer cut off struggles to inflict a burst wound, kneeling down and crashing its head to the ground.

It happened so fast.

“Awesome!”

Four Orcs rushed in.

Once again, the Hulken's sword shows a crescent pattern and draws a wire.

Kaga River!

A blazing blaze of dark light rises from all sides. Meanwhile, five and one battle had begun in earnest.

No, it was four and one now.

* * *

Transverse.

I can feel the blade flying.

I brought a helmet.

Ting.

I flicked my blade and took him with my forehead.

Qajik!

“Glug!"

It was one of the remaining Trolls.

He catches his head and pulls him back.

Wood Duck!

I pulled out my spine and went into thin air.

He throws it away and shoves his right arm to his side.

Thung!

The club in my forearm bounces off.

You stretch out the slaughter you were holding with your left hand.

Ugh.

A pierced spear pierces the neck of the orc with a blunt force.

Puck!

With a single stab and pull, you see an Orc with a hole in its neck.

He slurps his blood bubbles and collapses.

In the meantime, the battle hammer passes over your head.

With your shoulders down, you tackle and raise your elbows.

Out of the way!

The leg of a broken jawbone is in the air. I swing my fist at his belly.

Boom!

My stomach bursts. My insides protrude. His body flew away and covered the heads of other Orcs.

Stop with the mercenaries again.

I stretched out five of the snake's tongues.

Five bodies were found.

Senses and EXP caused by the vice.

Two senses were showing me the new world.

Below the widespread net of senses. I saw the battlefield.

I know what the enemy is doing.

I knew when the weapon was coming.

All I had to do was move along.

Move the dragon rose to quickly roll out the window.

I dared to run forward with Amber Wolf's vision.

The dragon scale, the armor named Yolin, has shredded enemies within the range of their dash.

At the heart of it, Tempest Tower.

It was the power of Weiss reaching the fifth floor.

“Up!”

Orcs didn't matter.

Hit with a spear broke my head, and when I cut it open, it became a green blood-spurting doll.

I shredded the battlefield.

Right next to you, the pumpkin bites the orc and fires at the wolf riders who come running back.

I looked around and there were no Orcs left.

It's so fresh.

“Oooh, ooh. ”

It was only a matter of time before the eyes of the fury that arose from the photoexplosion turned into fear.

“Side!"

The Nober Dragon stood beside him one day and said,

I turned my gaze. I saw my knight.

I heard someone calling out his nickname instead.

“Knight in shining armor! ”

When did you get here?

Wheelken and the Five Orc Warriors.

Five fingers? ’

I remembered it as soon as I saw it.

“We have to help! ”

The Nober Dragon said in a hurry.

But who?

“They brought down the Sword King. ”

Yeah, looks that way.

I bounced up the visor and swept away the hide of the Orc buried in the helmet.

Nasty smell and spicy sweat.

The air in the battlefield made of a lump of iron tickles my nose.

It didn't smell good.

The Orc Lord's Cry has made the Orcs widespread.

And I ran to them and I made a result.

The result was created in front of me.

No anger can overcome fear.

“You'll get it! I'll go!”

The Nober Dragon exclaims.

“Who are you going to help? ”

Let's talk, he also raises the visor.

“That's Hulken Ludwig. ”

The five fingers of the Orc Road are scary. Strong. I pushed the sword king back.

And there my knight's name is Hülken Ludwig.

That was enough.

It was a five-to-one fight, but I didn't worry.

Not long ago, I saw the Whelken's sword tear apart one of the five.

“Look at that. ”

I tried to laugh while talking.

But I felt an unpleasant feeling between my senses that made me sensitive.

In the dark, where torches don't shine.

A place with the lightest vice senses.

Above all, an unexpected number.

Knng!

The pumpkin barks.

I turned around.

And I opened my eyes.