From a terminal Soldier to Monarch

I have experienced countless processes that have improved my proficiency.

Even a fool would realize something if he repeated it, but I was not a fool to forget what I had for breakfast in the evening.

‘Enhancement.'

Always looking up.

The stage that you are not satisfied with yourself.

That's why my spear is rising. That's why I'm wielding it vigorously, scattering my eyes.

Beat, beat, stab, swing.

You set foot in front of the hypothetical enemy, kick the falling head, then turn around and stab it again.

Abel the Spear was the opponent and Orc Lord was the opponent.

Sometimes Alice would get in the way of me. The Whisperer returns from the dead and pushes his blade in front of me.

Soon after that, Lind fired an arrow that restricted my movements.

I enjoyed all those challenges. You dodge the arrow and flick the spear over your shoulder. Glaive blade is taken with a helmet.

“Whoa, whoa! ”

I took a deep breath and danced to the beat with a crazy spear.

Soon the spear moved my body.

The palanquin protrudes out. I couldn't catch the roiling spear.

"Why?"

The question is brief. As the spear moves, the foot leaves, the arm moves, and the back spins.

Vise rises and swings his whole body.

The spear led me. I focused, looking down at the snow feet.

Slow snow blossoms became the norm of time. The time spent there was endless, but the actual time was imminent.

And I came back to reality.

The spear followed my orders again.

[Speech Skill: 98]

I heard the artifact's voice.

Tak, whoo-hoo.

As the spear stops, the spear shivers and pushes away the surrounding eyes.

I sank my beating heart.

It was dawn with white snow pouring out. It was only the dawn of time, so it was still early.

I watched the beginning of the day, looking at the sun at dawn for only a short while.

‘Good day. ’

I recited it in my heart, put my hands in my arms, and said:

“Pumpkin.”

Knng.

The man next to me, who watches my duty, barks. I threw the Refining Squad and the pumpkin ate it.

When he landed with that big body and balanced it in the air and landed on the floor during the application, the director of the senseless circus wanted to take him there right away.

Of course, when the circus master is craving pumpkins, he won't die.

“Whew.”

I exhaled and sweated.

It was a morning that went on for months. In the meantime, Ansing has been relentlessly sending assassins, and I enjoy digesting them.

It was a day of slaughter.

Those who appeared once every two or three days tried a variety of techniques.

Knives, spears, bows, nets, poison.

I sent all the talented men among the deaf to catch me.

Of course, this scoundrel has not sent any of his most important men.

Angling persists. He doesn't consider a power leak.

‘No, it's not a power leak. ’

You cannot forget the wealth that has been stored up for decades or centuries.

Angling didn't expect any coincidence. Falls used to pierce rocks. Continued attempts would lead to mistakes, and those mistakes meant damage.

Hence, the constant attempts of Hence Hencing were valid.

And I was continuing to invalidate his valid attempts.

Falls took time to pierce the rocks, and I also needed time to embrace the peaceful days of his proposed assassination.

“Hey, go back to sleep in the cold. ”

The pumpkin falls flat on the ground and clutches its chin over my foot.

Pumpkin's mother is a white wolf. It didn't make sense that the wolf was cold.

“No matter how cold you get. What kind of eyes are you? Come out.”

I told you twice, but there was no response.

Oh, boy.

I put my right foot on the floor before I even took a breath.

Boom.

The ground cries. At the same time, dirt splashes from behind me.

Nice to meet you, buddy.

I thought it was about time.

I swing the spear across in a reflective fashion.

Phew. Phew! Wood Duck!

The pole slams the sides. You hear a cracking and twitching sound in his spine. My hands felt loyal.

He flies and breathes what's in his mouth.

Poison powder.

I took five steps back, holding my breath.

Glug glug.

Meanwhile, the pumpkin breathes fire.

Poison is susceptible to fire. The green duties soon faded into flames.

The elf died turning his mouth green in exchange for poison.

I'll have Piece take care of that body.

“Nasty bastards. ”

I turned away from the body and looked over my head.

Snow was pouring out of the sky.

“The devil's poop is pouring out. ”

I vomited a poetic expression about the eyes. For a while, Fraunmut Garrison will carry a comb instead of a spear.

Some troops will march on the snowy road.

Of course, I was not pleased with any of the troops.

The sun was warm between my eyes.

I felt the third season as a sensation. Time fades away in the blink of an eye, like a shot arrow.

It wasn't just the assassination of our old man, Ansing.

“Can you believe I'm the Demon King who eats children? ”

“Bang."

The pumpkin replied. Of course, there was nothing to talk about.

Ansing spread false rumors.

These rumors have plagued my reputation during the human standard and in the process of disposing of the dead.

And then it reappeared to its former nickname, the Vampire Air Force.

Thanks to this, rumor has it that the blood-sucking Demon King lives in the Resistance of Prawnmund.

He likes virgins and virgins there, so he lives a long life every night.

Shit, I'll put a virgin in there if I have to.

There's always such a rumor because of that damn Lynd bastard.

Well, no matter how far-fetched the rumors were, the Prawnmund Empire was still a good country to live in.

Citizens in the capital chose to stay away from the Resistance.

I didn't deny the rumors of this happening.

I could only use it to hide my knights.

Thank you, Ansing, for everything you've done.

Rob the munitions depot. Spread the word at the right time. Send assassins, including myself, to stay calm.

When spring comes, I need to send you a gift.

Well, let him go. Very hot stuff.

* * *

A few days later, the season rained and spring came. I'm armed.

The whole army prepares and moves along with the grueling march training.

The army marches on the North.

Horsemen and infantry, archers and spearmen.

It was a different pleasure to see all kinds of illnesses walking in formation. I haven't had time to prepare properly on any battlefield, but this was different.

“What about Vitaly Stone? ”

My hobbyist son made things with my name on them.

What can I do if I don't do it?

“We're ready. ”

Lind told me that you used to have to look up at a horse rider on a pumpkin's back, but now your eyes are on the right height.

Pumpkins don't shake that much.

Well, pumpkins are probably the best beasts on the continent.

“Hülken.”

“Yes."

“You haven't had any oil on your stomach in a while, have you? ”

“Can I show you now? ”

You're still so fierce.

“No.”

I spoke and walked. It was a march training, but not a single soldier knew this was a drill.

What is the purpose of training to vomit blood so far?

In case of the invasion of the arms of your neighbor?

Thorte can't hit me. If I had said that, I would have been defeated, but not by a king with a head.

He is currently heating up the East Continent aid.

The Orc Wave has passed, but that doesn't mean all the Orcs are dead.

The tribal societies still fit together, and it was a great policy to prepare for an Eastern raid by assisting an Eastern continent once driven out by Orcs.

It's so nice to have an East Continent crush there, too.

Dr. Park.

The ground begins to turn from barren ground to short grass.

The march continues.

I left the backbone mountains on the right in front of my eyes.

We walked and walked. Winter is still a cold season, so I light a campfire every time I rest.

I took a break and walked again.

Ludwig made his way through the territory and soon crossed the tree line.

The tree looked puffy.

This is when the sea begins to appear in front of you.

“Why?”

When I opened my mouth, Lind replied.

“I can't predict. ”

“Why couldn't I have predicted? ”

“I've never been invaded. ”

It was a conversation about the psychology of Angling.

I knew he had a lot of options. I've already showed you some of them.

So I stand here to reduce his means. You could say that the rocks rolled in order not to fall through the rocks.

The Civil War was not my choice, and the Confederate proclamation prevented it with vigor, not war.

The Orc Wave was also an aquatic battle.

The bastards are coming in hot.

This time it was the opposite.

I gave up the war I was waiting for.

Instead.

I can see a dense forest before my eyes.

Where Whelken cut down the trees, where they have provoked and guarded the Northern Continent.

“Fairies live long. ”

I looked at the land and opened my mouth again.

That said, Lind stopped listening. Suddenly, wheelchair approaches you.

He nods. You seemed to understand me.

Ludwig's territory is the land adjacent to the northern forest. It was normal to know more about fairies than anyone else.

“Live long. ”

Lind mutters to herself.

“Excellent power, the Duke's habit of avoiding the expense of a long life. ”

Lynd continues to talk to himself. Satisfied.

He knows in a few words why we can wage an invasion war on a favorable heights.

“So this march becomes an unexpected number. ”

I said, "Lynd looks ahead and raises his hand." The thought in my head will already be settled.

Fairy blood is thick. Their blood leads to humans.

And those who inherited their blood had several characteristics.

Green eyes, excellent vision, excellent hearing and amazing motor nerves.

If Orcs were a force, it was the price of fairy skills.

Lynd was one of the exiled clans because he had mixed fairy blood but no green eyes.

He knew it right away and used it in reverse.

Lynd is a genius. Since he was very young, he recognized his surroundings and knew where he was from.

His sister and he were not mixed with blood.

Lind lowers her hand and raises her bow.

“A company of crows. ”

As he recounts, the squad following him raises his bow.

“Aim.”

Yuck.

It is said that the history of Dwarves is like the history of iron. They made it happen.

Fraunmund's weapons have grown considerably. In Valtis, there were only hard and sharp knives.

It was different in the Kingdom of Fraunmut.

The Fairy Knife fabric bag and the supplies and time you collected stimulated the Dwarf's creativity.

It was the first one.

The bows of the crow army changed to different forms than before. It was small, but better curved and a new form of bow that combined the techniques of the Eastern Continent.

Rheidoschf mixes buffalo horns, auger tendons, and oak hide in their bows.

He also received the aid of the Eastern Continents, who could be called archers, and he brought in the knowledge of Vitalia.

It sounded like every bow in the crow army was a magical weapon.

Thung.

Lind shoots first. Lind's gaze at the sky sideways, shaking protests and stopping postures.

I could have guessed that he was measuring the streets with his superior senses.

I split the sky because the arrow that flew away turned black. Because of the vice knights, you can't even see them in the eyes of a twisted man.

The sound of the strike followed the black dot.

Arrow rain pours down on the enemy. It was time to evolve.

And in the meantime, Aslai hears the screams of a group of sentinels gathering in preparation for Whelken's provocation.