From a terminal Soldier to Monarch

You're on the guard's side. A prosecutor in plain clothes steps forward.

The only thing that was unusual was that the sword on your back was not the normal size.

The face of the man with the amniotic sword and the two-handed sword was full of beards, making it difficult to recognize its true form.

“Fifteen? ”

The man stepped forward and said.

Jabrian naturally gave him the lead.

The leading thief who saw it looked closely at the man.

A dry wind came between the two.

The thief spreads two fingers behind his back while he is not looking.

Two bandits come running out of nowhere.

Ching! Ching!

Along with the sound of the blade stirring up black and friction, two bandits narrow the streets.

Jabrian and Malt watched the situation with their eyes wide open, but to be honest, they couldn't figure out how it happened.

Two bandits rush forward and the appetizer leans forward.

Of course, there was a loud bang.

“Chug!"

I followed the groaning.

One thief with a sword has a broken wrist and the other has an opposite neck.

“Come on, don't run away. Come on, everybody. That's convenient.”

“Vice Knight! ”

Leading bandits shout.

And Yabrian thought to himself, "Yes! ’I said.

“There couldn't have been more. ”

With this, Chris's predictions all came true.

"Where do you keep the prophets? ’

Unlike Jabrian's prejudice, the thief looks at the appetizer with his eyes wide open and asks unsure.

“…… a fighting knight? ”

“The title was abandoned. ”

“Spread out!"

The leader of the bandits said without hesitation.

A man who once was a knight of the Salvation Army, but now he's a cannibal of the White Flag.

The knight on the 4th floor of the Vice Knights, the most adventurous man on the continent.

Edstein's Blade has been drawn.

The leader of the bandits rushes in screaming.

It was courageous.

The door extends its left foot forward, covering the chief's view, and reaching its right hand behind its back, holding onto the hilt of the sword.\

The leader draws his sword and defends himself.

Chang!

And the sword was broken.

The amniotic sword severs the human body.

Puwak.

The blood splatters and the intestines bounce off.

In the meantime, the doorway shifts between the stragglers.

In Jabrian's eyes, only the chief's body is torn apart and casts a storm of shadows.

In just a few minutes, thirteen bodies were laid on the ground.

“You two missed it? ”

“He's got fast feet. And not two, but four. ”

“Four?"

“There were two more eyes watching. ”

Is that the sensitivity of the Vice Knights?

Jabrian nods.

“Grab the sword, it's extra income. ”

The assailant's armor was more than adequate.

* * *

Jenryd hates coming south, but she takes a deep breath as soon as she steps on the southern soil, like a homesickness.

“Good.”

“What do you like? ”

“Southern air. Can't you feel it? ”

Jenryd ignores him. What was the southern air to him?

I was kicked out when I was a kid and drifted off the middle continent.

The past remains a convenient memory, but Jenryd is not obsessed with the past.

‘For now. ’

The past is the past.

The moment he said his name and lived by it, Jen Reed began his second life.

The moment you rescue them and leave the south, the ax is dead and there is only Jenryd left.

“Hello?”

Instead of taking the direction of Birch Dutch, Jenryd travels the shortest way south.

Given the strength of the horses, they mostly moved to complement the journey.

Half the vast expanse of land was desolate and half grassland.

Most of them are nomads, but some of them are landlocked.

Each chieftain was the center of the site.

Tribal society, that was the original South.

But they soon realized that things were a little different now.

It was just a tribal village formed around a small well.

Immediately, a person appeared to greet them.

Even that small village was subdued by someone.

“A tiger with no tongue." ”

She was a typical Southern woman.

It was also a tribe of roaring elephants.

“Whatever.”

Yenrich, a grumpy man, says.

Heiger was unable to connect the answers for a moment.

“... I'm waiting. ”

“Who? I want to see it for myself. ”

Higger opens his eyes.

“How dare……."

Huff.

Higer swiftly turns his head to the side. A hand axe flies to the side.

“My hand slipped. ”

It was jelly.

“If we're going to fight, we won't back down! ”

Higer shouts.

As he speaks, the people who were hiding behind him mutter and lift their heads.

I saw that I was a 'footless mole’.

“Hiding troops behind you? Sneaky bastard. Are you a warrior? ”

Jenryd says Heiger's brow rises.

If we don't fight here, we'll be done.

It was time for him to put Chloe in his hands.

“Knock it off, Heiger. We are the king's errand boys. ”

“Rrrrgh!”

Higer growls, grinding his molars. It was like the cries of a tiger.

Behind the hiker, a man's eyes narrow.

“Didn't you know this was coming? ”

His gaze is on Yenreed.

Of course I knew. I was just a headache.

“Lead the way.”

Jenryd folds her arms.

Jelly has come to pick up the throwing hand axe.

Both of them were too bold to come to the enemy.

It provokes the Southern Warrior, but no one comes forward.

Higgers were the most struggling.

The moles nod and come forward.

Jenryd and Jelly follow behind. It was a land with rolling hills, and in the south it used to be called "the land of the waves."

As you cross a few hills, you see a large, southern corrosive tent.

This word is called "g," or "lazy," but it was usually shortened comfortably as "ger."

It was a tent of thin branches woven into a grid, and covered in wool that was scorched by a thick fire.

It was a common shape to make a cylindrical fulcrum that became a pillar.

The germ in front of me was quite large. Thirty strong was the size to go in tight.

Two Southern warriors guarding the front stare at them with fierce eyes.

Jenryd recognizes the two as warriors with the vice.

“Heiger.”

“Customer."

A short conversation came and went. Soon, the two of them stepped aside in front of the entrance.

As you walk inside, you see the Blackbearded warrior sitting across the central brazier on a woolly chair.

“Is that the throne? ”

Jen Lid asks.

“Sort of. ”

Bratan replied.

An enemy of wingless falcons, ambitious to scout the central continent.

The roaring elephant chieftain and Lord of the Confederacy.

Jenryd and his eyes meet, and the air turns hazy.

As the atmosphere changes, the jelly places its hand on the axe and quickly surrounds the surrounding area of the tent.

Bratan comes down from the chair.

Jenryd takes a step forward.

“How's it going? South? ”

Bratan asked.

“I wish I could say I liked life better, but I can't remember. ”

“You're honest.”

“An advantage.”

“Do you want to kill me? ”

“Not now. ”

“The central continent is finished. ”

“I'm not a warrior now, I'm a knight. ”

The two conversations continued without rest, and there was no room for interruption.

At the end of the conversation, Bratan reaches back.

His servant brings his heavy double-edged axe.

Heave.

Bratan swings it across.

Bloop!

The central furnace's flame shakes with the pressure of the axe.

“Welcome, then. ”

Bratan said.

Jenryd pulls the axe out, too.

It was the old way.

Ching.

Two weapons strike from the air.

Laying down your weapons.

That was an example of the death of a tribe.

“We don't have time and fun to talk, so I'll just say it. ”

“Tell me.”

“The nobles of the green eyes want your neck. ”

Jelly gives you the power to hold the axe. Tendon shoots up over the back of your hand.

Jen leads the way.

The easiest way to send an assassin around is to meet the enemy.

I can't imagine anything worse for Jenryd to have left for the south.

Bratan of elephants.

He was the enemy, the king of the Southern Federation.

“So?”

“The wise man's proposal comes first, and the Lord of the Federation has decided to honor it. ”

It was already known.

Someone steps out of the back of the Bratan.

Grafe spoke with the south and said that there was someone else with more than average cunning.

A fighting sage.

The Confederate was the first warrior to follow the Bratan.

“Let me be frank, simply, quickly. ”

“Speak falsely, complexly, and slowly. ”

Jenryd receives your message. The fighting sage smiled and said.

“You're more fun than rumors. ”

“Rumor has it? I use an axe more than a horse. ”

“I know. ”

Bratan looks at you, his arms folded and his legs spread open. The gummy bears hold on tight.

Their gaze tangled in the air.

“We need to see the North. The Federation isn't all in one body yet. ”

“Too honest. ”

“Stay here for two months. That's the terms of the treaty. ”

He said he killed her, but that he would be connected to the Prawnmund Empire behind her.

“Are you a bat? ”

There is no tribe in the south that resembles the name of the bat. To them, bats were a kind of insult.

“Thank you. ”

He reached out to both armies and looked at the situation to determine his position.

To do that, Jenryd had to be tied up here.

The fighting sage smiles to the end. Rather, the bat flinches his shoulders.

Jenryd stares at them once and says,

“I keep my promises. Put a watcher on it.”

“I thought you said you couldn't be seen. ”

That's what Bratan got.

“I'm going into the falcon's den. ”

Both the Bratan and the sage had expressions. I don't know what it was like inside, but I didn't make it on the outside.

“Swear?”

Bratan said.

“Bet on my axe.”

“Good. Then there's nothing to hang on to. Two months. ”

“Protect.”

This was the end of the meeting between the two countries.

Jen Lead and Jelly leave Ger.

Bratan leans sideways from his chair. He clenches his chin in one hand and asks.

“It was the king of the Federation that I got into the elephant's heart and came out. ”

“No. If Bratan hadn't gone there, he would have formed an alliance. But it couldn't be as fast as it is now."

"Knng."

Bratan pulls out his chin and rubs his nose.

“Kill it.”

“Then we must fight both Sercago and Fraunmut. ”

“Yes. I can't bleed now. ”

The enemy was an ally.

The Bratan hated the North and the Fraunmunds, but if I had to choose one, I hated the North more.

‘You deadbeat. ’

Bratan grows irritated by the behavior of those who dare to give orders to him.

“In two months. ”

“You'll be fine. The South will now unite under the name of the Federation. ”

* * *

“I'll kill you. ”

“Herd.”

Jen reads as the gummy bears grind their molars.

“What's too much? ”

“Bratan, fifth floor or higher. ”

“What?"

Jelly blinks. Yenreed himself was between the 4th and 5th floors.

So I felt it.

He's definitely over the wall.

I can feel the presence of more than over-human.

Bratan didn't even hide it.

‘The Orcs mixed the vices in the photoexplosion. ’

The central continent made heavy armor that humans normally couldn't wear.

Jenryd thinks about Weiss.

The south was different from the center.

The east is only part of the center, but not this way.

The South had its own system.

Weiss was the same way.

“Is the Eagle's Den okay? ”

Jelly seems to be rarely worried.

“It's okay.”

Jenryd is convinced. A death den that has eaten hundreds of warriors to date.

The heart of an elephant.

Tiger claws.

Eagle's Den, back.

Each tribe had a place with no tribe, a place with a hidden vision.

'What a vision.'

He's dead because he didn't make it to the fourth floor of Vise.

It wasn't about the vision, it was about the vice knights reaching the fifth floor.

Orcs are photobombers, and the central continent is armor.

Jenryd grips the handle of a fancy dancer's waist. I didn't think it was a coincidence that Chris gave it to himself.

* * *

Rachel hides in the dark and reaches out for the target passing by.

The moment your hand reached your left shoulder without even the sound of cutting air, your opponent turned around and reacted.

Rachel stabs the opposing team in the abdomen with a black dagger in her hand.

Precisely where to avoid, I stabbed him in the lung.

Along with a soft sound, the sensation of a clean cut lung was conveyed from the fingertips.

The assassin grunts.

‘Level is above average. ’

In the middle of the busy city, based on the Green Death Race family standards, he was to act as an ambassador.

Of course, that was the standard there.

This place was different.

This was his place, and he raised five talented assassins from hundreds of cars.

Even if Technologies is out of town.

The man rushes through the darkness at night, and her hands are inevitable.

Rachel turns her dagger from her hand.

It was a sword that held too well. I heard that the Black Dagger without a single drop of blood originally belonged to an Orc.

‘Thank you.’

He gestures with a little gratitude to the owner of the land, who will find his name in his heart.

For a week now, more than ten assassins have come for Agatha and Emily.

Of course, Rachel killed all those assassins.

* * *

Considering what Piñas Ray hates the most, it's a ploy to target patients he cares about.

“Hey, where did you get it? ”

“I don't know.”

As Grafe spoke, Piece frowned.

“Can I be honest with you? ”

Grape smiles and replies.

“It's more like Glacier Hill than vengeance. ”

“…… why? ”

“It is their job to castrate heroes from humans in order to obey the Lord. ”

“Are you a hero? ”

“No. I'm not a hero, I'm a cup of tea for that hero. ”

“You underestimate yourself. ”

“Thank you for saving my life. ”

Grape's waist was halfway straighter than before, but it wasn't even named after him.

Let him smile.

Piece turns his eyes to look at the fallen man, foaming at his mouth.

Odd Eye, a man with only one green eye, used as a disposable hand on the North Continent.

‘I'm sick of it.’

He also got along quite well with these guys.

I didn't feel sorry for him. Everybody's on their way.

Piece currently had no intention of concealing his skills in order to save Grafe.