From a terminal Soldier to Monarch

I grabbed the amulet from under my boot and pulled it out with both hands. I cut it and tore it.

At the same time, the dizziness subsides and warnings are scattered because of the abnormalities in the body.

My senses tell me where my enemies are.

As I cast my gaze towards you, I saw him.

Six steps to the right from where I threw the Black One. It would have triggered his panic.

A wizard faced a distance from a knight who lost his weapon in his hand.

Catching the Wizard is vice knight, but catching the vice knight is also magic.

Black robes, the glowing green eyes inside.

I stared into his eyes and drew a virtual line of moonlight.

It is the fastest and most reasonable line

I saw the line and hit the ground.

On the sixth floor, Weiss, a phase of Weiss, gathered at his feet and pushed my body off the ground.

Heave.

The air rushes back and quickly grazes the surrounding objects in front of your eyes.

“Blind!”

The wizard cries out, but the amulet's effect on my body is persistent.

Three gold coins. Son of a bitch.

As my body approaches his nostrils, he swings his sword from his waist.

It was a pretty good trajectory, from bottom to top.

But it was slow and obvious.

I snatched the flying man's wrist and snapped it.

Wood Duck!

“Burn!”

There was a flame before his eyes. The flame stalk extends forward like a lizard's tongue.

I shrug, avoiding his gaze and flames, and then push my palms up from below.

Sneak!

I felt heavy in the palm of my hand that hit my chin.

He tries to run back and forth, but it is meaningless.

Vise Knight, no matter how fairy it is with the person who reached the sixth floor, there was too much physical difference between him and the one who had nothing.

I grabbed him by the neck without giving him any distance.

Wood Duck.

A terrifying sound rang out. The sensation in your hand is faithful to the fact that he's dead.

As he turns his breath and refines his senses for another threat, Digo approaches.

“I lost one. ”

“It's okay.”

You can't hide it if you decide to find out.

“Are you a wizard?”

Digo steps over the body. A broken corpse lies with its chest up to the sky. I nodded.

There was a wizard in the North. He was not just a flame in the Middle Continent, but a proper wizard.

There is no magic on the central continent. All the magic in the land was a great assassin, after all, to result in one place.

The magic of this land was gathered in a place other than the North.

West Continent, Wixus.

It was a magical continent and a total mountain.

Wizards don't come here to study and explore magic there. You don't have to come.

Occasionally, there are people who experiment with magic in the battlefield and do human experiments, but soon the Wizard of Wixus will come on a business trip and kill them.

It was a violent way, but it was clear.

A wizard is indispensable in future battles. If I don't, I'll have to get beaten up.

So I needed it, and I was here.

“Let's go."

With my weapon in Rheidoschf's hands, it was time to find a wizard for my enchanted ignorance.

* * *

A woman with blond hair and blue eyes walks away from the dust.

‘The struggle helps. ’

Alice recalls the struggle and struggle she had experienced.

Her opponent is always stronger than her.

Chris and Whelken were at their peak.

Alice fought Chris more than any of the Fraunmut Knights.

Her skill was complete.

Swordsmanship is a skill.

Dalian is with Chris.

And as soon as I met the wall, Whelken stood in front of her.

All of those experiences were captured in her body.

‘My name is Pashna Ebun. A prosecutor for the Ebun family. ’

Alice recalled the introduction of the man she encountered.

You reach for the backpack and pause as you reach for your left hand. Bones were broken, cracked, and a tingling pain spread throughout the arm from underneath the brachial muscles.

Alice takes a short breath, then flicks her toes up and over her backpack.

She grabs it in the air and lays a sword and a mace at her feet on her back.

The opponent's weapon. It's a unique type of combat.

You aim for a black crevice with a thin blade, and the iron mace gives you the weight of the shield and strike.

I've never seen one of these styles with both hands at the same time.

“Hmph!”

Alice thinks with a gust of snot.

‘Excited.'

She was honest with herself. I wouldn't have met him if I hadn't done it.

“Tsk."

Alice spits and tastes bitter. You get saliva mixed with blood.

Exciting, but fierce opponent.

As expected, the continent was vast and talented.

And who's my girlfriend? ’

Before he died, Alice's lover would have died.

Of course, Alice doesn't care who the opponent is.

* * *

Nymphs are skillful in hide and body flying.

They are the price of the duc.

They've already spread their web and web across the continent.

Lynd knew that from his experience with Chris so far.

‘And the moment I realized I had fooled them, there was only one thing left for them. ’

Fairy Intelligence knows Chris has two heads.

Grapefruit and Lynd.

"Well, I'm ashamed to think I'm the best. ’

This is a combination of what Chris told me and what Lynd knew and saw for himself.

Fairy plans can fail.

The elf in front of him was able to bear it all.

“If I catch one of you, it won't be a loss. ”

Because he was in the hands of this fairy.

Lind is curious about her name.

“And yourself? ”

Lind pulls out the hidden weapon. It was a dagger attached to the inside of your thigh.

“Are you sure about this?

The elf who saw it said.

“Are you worried about me, too? I think he's in love. ”

The opponent is sly and persistent. Even with snowflakes, it was difficult to win.

“Whew.”

Rind exhales and rises. I just kicked her in the foot, and her thighs hurt.

“Vice Knight, right? ”

“By human standards, it's probably the fourth floor. ”

The elf said.

“Your name?”

“To confess your love? ”

The elves who have lingered in the human society have become engrossed in their culture.

I thought she was joking.

“Turn against me now? ”

“On the contrary. Lynd, I'm confident I can cherish you. ”

It was a really scary confession of love. She has a longsword in her hand and her blood on it.

Lind strokes his neck. There is a thin vein on your neck, barely escaped by an assassination.

“My name is Gudrun Lisoness. ”

Lynd's memory was different. His last name reminded him of one person.

Ansing Lisoneth, the green eye sage.

The owner of all the peacekeeping workshops the North is trying to do.

Of course, there was no stain on the outside. Lind replied unequivocally.

“Lynd Sonate. Our relationship is starting now, isn't it? ”

“Why did I never fall beside you? ”

The elf asked.

“Against me. ”

Lind said with conviction.

“It was worth killing for. ”

“Kill me in bed if you can. ”

“I'll kill him and put him to bed. ”

Gudrun speaks casually, as if recommending a car.

“Are you good?”

Lynd says she frowns.

“You have a bad habit of talking. ”

It was a heartbreaking scene just to see how a beautiful woman would look.

“My friend is bad. ”

Lind replied, reminiscing about Chris.

“Are you going to do that before you die? ”

“I'm not dying. ”

“Why?”

“I told you, I'm a man of faith. ”

Lind stares at the door. I heard a thump outside.

Nymphs and Lynds heard it too.

Gudrun raises his sword.

“I'll cut your tongue out. ”

“…… I was a little scared that I was going to cut somewhere else. ”

Lind reminds himself of the rumors he spread for Chris and laughs again.

Boom.

At that time, the visit that had locked Lynd up opened as if it were a trap. In fact, the door was split in half and opened to the left and to the right.

Between them, you see the elf in the green eye.

Gudrun's complexion changes, and Lynd sighs of relief.

* * *

Gudrun Lisones didn't have many troops on the ground.

So she blew up an owl and asked for a wizard.

I decided to bury the rest here.

‘Everything is God's will. ’

Five fairy warriors, commanded by Gudrun, approach the hostages.

“You're not coming to confess your love, are you? ”

It was hard to say that a woman with prominent cheekbones and thick arms was beautiful.

Beauty was great, but it was the worst beauty in the elf's mood.

The Elf Warrior is insulted.

“You're inflicting more pain with insulting words. ”

Lynd's sister and brother frowned.

“I'm strangely offended. ”

I thought fairies didn't need to talk anymore.

The elf on the front has learned the traditional sword art of the North Continent. I pulled out a sword in the form of a jab from my waist.

It was a narrowing blade.

The entire blade was blunt, but the length of its fingertips was sharper than any other blade.

A sword that combines magical and fairy field skills.

“Jab?”

The man next to the woman said. The elf looked at him.

He was an extraordinary man.

It was unlikely that anyone would know the name of the sword just by looking at this shape.

“You will have no pain. ”

"If I behave," I said. I learned Central Continent, but it was still awkward.

It took me a while to become as proficient as Goodrun.

Both men and women had no weapons in their hands, and the warrior felt no threat.

He was a warrior on the 3rd floor of vice knight on a human basis, and on a fairy basis, a 'leaf bird’ stage.

Ting.

The sword flies. The four warriors are watching.

It was a moment when the gaze was scattered and a fairy sword called a jab cut through the air, cutting the neck of a healthy woman.

Tuck.

The man in the back filled the woman's stool.

The human woman leans back. The man grabs her by the neck and pulls her back.

The man kicks the cup of tea in front of him at the same time. The teacup flies in front of the fairy's eyes.

It was an amazing trick.

The warrior raises his sword wide to his side.

The iron teacup bounced off.

With a thud, the four warriors behind him move.

They pick up the same traditional sword, the jab, and the other two draw the dagger.

If the Orcs were strong, the fairy was agile.

The dagger was a perfect weapon for a fleshy elf. As they move in the shadows, the man pulls the woman down, grabbing the edge of the table with his hands.

Qadang!

At the time of the fall, a fairy warrior leaps over it.

He was determined to end this worthless battle or execution in a heartbeat.

“Avoid.”

Maintaining its cool at any moment was a fundamental skill of a warrior.

The elf warrior speaking from the front opens his mouth to an ominous feeling.

Lynd brought a man here through a lie that Alice was in love with.

He had never been caught up in fairy information because he had never been seen in any battle.

Taking hold of the tableware knife, Tequila stabs the neck of a floating fairy.

It was timely and fast.

The elf nearly snaps its neck back.

Tequila sets one foot on the table and snaps the elf's wrist from its side down.

Pow!

A terrifying sound rang out.

The elf with a broken wrist flashes a green eye.

Your left wrist is bent, but your right hand remains. He had two daggers.

As he hears the sound of the air splitting, Tequila bows her head as if it had always been meant to.

His forehead crashes into the elf's ship.

The dagger of a fairy who wielded it with a broken wrist still grazed the back of its neck.

The collar has been cut off. A chilling sensation has touched the back of tequila's head.

The tech grabs the knife in its hand and stabs it in the fairy's right arm with its thumb full of power.

Puck!

Blood splattered on the cheek.

The elf tries to move through the pain, but his arm refuses the call of the master.

Between the joints, it was a blow that severed the nerves.

The right nail of the skill is broken. He raises his elbow and taps his right hand from below up, precisely to the tip of the dagger.

The Dagger flies in the air.

Meanwhile, you step on the handle of the dagger falling from the ground, which was in the elf's left hand, causing it to spring up with the principle of the prybar.

As the two daggers fly into the air and gather in front of Tequila's eyes, he reaches out his hands.

He was Chris's teacher and master of weaponry.

The moment I hold the dagger in my hands.

He was also a warrior who could kill Weiss Knight without Weiss.

Screaming!

Two daggers cross in front of the fairy's neck.

“Hooray, labor for an old man. ”

He mutters, revealing a clumsy muscle in Tequila's forearm.

Lynd's sister saw it and glittered.

“It's cool.”

“Don't. ”

Tequila spoke up and picked up the dagger for Lynd's sister, who had this insecurity.

He had to save this child here with a pretending to be her lover.

It wasn't that hard.