From a terminal Soldier to Monarch

“It's a raid.”

Hearing Goodrun's report, he took this cup to his mouth for a walk. Teacup touches mouth and hot steam rises between cup and mouth.

A short silence did not suit the situation.

Gudrun instinctively knew the answer he wanted and she did not tolerate the urge to speak.

“Chris Freund is here. ”

Gudrun called himself a madman. I felt some excitement and tension in her voice.

“Ready?”

On the contrary, Angling's voice was dry as a dry twig.

“Fifteen wizards, dry branches and an army of dawn dew have arrived. ”

“Here comes the first one. ”

“Yes."

Angling remains motionless in his seat. He was deprived of his pride. Gudrun can guess.

Chris exploited his blind spot.

Fairies and humans walk in different times.

Humans who lived for only a hundred years and fairies who lived for several times had to have a different perspective.

That's how you look at war, for example.

Humans were extinguished like flames, fighting and extinguished.

But the elf didn't feel the need. After fifty years, there was no reason to shed blood for the human being who was about to collapse into his inner self.

Ansing took out the preparations along with the troops, just in case.

“Tell him.”

“Yes."

A man with no green eyes stands beside Gudrun. Halfway into the shadow, the human waits for the next word of vengeance with his hands together.

“Keep your promise. ”

“I understand.”

The man quickly turns away. You hear the door open.

Angling's gaze did not fall off the table and tea cups. He opens his mouth in that state.

“Bring me his neck. ”

Gudrun turns away.

The fairy was not prepared for war, but the human named Ansing was.

If, if, no way.

The three words had different shapes but the same meaning, and Angling did not ignore the meaning.

* * *

“I'm not an idiot. ”

I saw the guard retreat and replied.

Well, I wouldn't have been called the best strategist, tactician or breeder in history.

Whether it was the realm of intuition or the realm of calculation, Angling anticipated my movements.

Well, this was also within my expectations.

All right, let's get out of here, too.

Maybe I raised a strong soldier by training him to vomit blood for no reason.

I don't know if I took all this risk raising the vice knights for nothing.

I guess I wasted my time trying to find the treasure.

“Lois!"

My knight responded to my cry.

“The battlefield calls me! I hear voices! What? Let's play a game? ”

“Crazy bastard.”

Alice mutters.

Royse shouts again without hesitation.

“Welcome! Lois, can you hear me? ”

Royce smiled at me when he thought he was really crazy.

“Shin Royce Yul Novan, at the Lord's command. Phew!”

He looks at me and turns around and fills the horse's belly. His last words ring after he left.

After that, the U-Novan Knights moved on. The ground echoes to the hoof of the horse.

My body rang and the pumpkin made an unpleasant stain and stuck its foot to the ground.

Apart from the rumbling of the earth, my body did not tremble, and Lois and the Knights continued to run.

It was the beginning of a war, a book.

I saw Lois running and thought about the habit of a nobleman.

They were not prepared for war.

Naturally. Humans were flaming torches, and they were controllable.

Damn bastards.

Those who survived in their past lives, including me, were saved because of their generosity.

Humans and fairies had different times to walk. Different lifespans gave me different views, and different views, even when I saw the same tree.

The war they see is waiting.

“Humans harvest before the berries fall and fairies wait for the berries to fall. ”

Wheelken said next to him: He stroked the mane of the horse on which the asset was burned.

“So far the duc and assassination have lost their fruit on their own, right? ”

Wheelken laughs.

I looked at the battlefield instead of answering him. It was not a question that required an answer.

What I'm doing now is like forcefully grabbing the opponent's ankle and throwing him into the mud.

I wanted the blood and flesh of an arrogant nobleman.

“Turn it off!"

The battle was not long.

The floor is uneven and the tree blinds its vision.

The U-Novan Knights ran again with all the hippos within a certain distance because they could not outrun the horses. Because of this, it took time to contact each other.

The movement of the two groups showed marked differences. The U-Novan Knights march on, and the lookout waits.

The arrow flies. And all of the U-Novan Knights block the front with their kite shields.

The arrow bounces off its shield and plunges it into the Amon Tree, failing to achieve its original goal.

All of them qualified to be knights.

“You're good, but I like how good you are. ”

Royse says so and leads them. Those who haven't heard a single grudge in the middle of a harsh training.

It's time to get close to the sword's distance, not the bow.

Those who endure the pain have drawn their swords.

Royse leads. He leaps up.

While the lookout fires his bow and draws his sword, Royce crosses from the tree into the middle of the enemy, then strikes fiercely with his fists and feet.

The head of the enemy explodes in one fist and the body folds up from the back to half in one kick.

Five lookouts became fertilizer before they could even draw their weapons.

“Five columns!”

A shout erupted among the Ulnovan Knights. A five-lined knight lunges through the trees.

‘Dash, stab, shield. ’

It was a combination of three skills. Impressive.

I ran, blocked, and stabbed faithfully in the basics. The watchman's armor was leather armor, bows, swords, and occasional short spears, but the Ulnovan Knights were all dressed in full chain armor and even thick leather armor.

The difference between the equipment and the skill set is not a problem.

It was a slaughter.

Occasionally, I see some prominent bodyguards.

Those men were chased by Lois. You kick the rolling stone at your feet without pulling out your sword and stab your neck with the enemy's weapon.

It was a relaxing way of fighting.

“What? Why aren't you pulling out your sword? ”

“The opponent is weak. ”

Alice talks and Digo answers.

“Fresh.”

Jenryd adds. Whelken who saw it laughed and said,

It's been a long time since I've seen that smile.

I think he laughed like that the first time he saw me.

“They're still human. ”

And our opponent is a fairy.

The ground is covered in blood. There were only two wounded.

One of the knights was kicked by the enemy when the helmet visor was stopped by a branch.

The helmet caught on a branch bounces you back and breaks your nose.

He's the worst kind of person in the world.

The second was the difference in skills. One of the lookouts has a pretty good sword, and he fires his sword to the ground with his allies' chain armor.

The wounded knight drops his sword more than the opposing Pokémon, but it can be killed.

I don't judge winning or losing.

He lunges at the target with a slash in his forehead.

A watchman without a helmet was not able to withstand a lump of iron helmet.

He smashed the rocks with his bare fist.

His head bursts open, blood gushes out, and he takes a pause and gets punched in the face by the knight's gauntlet.

Victory and defeat are decided, and so are the living and the dead.

The Bible was a victory.

* * *

“Destroy the vanguard at the front. ”

Gudrun spills the scout's report in his ear. as expected.

I've been beaten by him once or twice.

‘This is well within the expected range. “

Her father, Ansing Lisoneth, considers the advantages of this battlefield to be three things:

First, familiarity with the battlefield. They had to lie down on the damp ground sleeping among the trees.

I won't be able to rest in preparation for the raid.

Even though spring is coming, it's colder in the north than before...

“There's a fire in front of you. ”

“…… what? ”

Gudrun's eyes widen in the scout's report.

* * *

“Digo.”

There have been no raids since the Civil War victory. The lookout must have checked the command system and a military presence.

A team of fairies will see the liver, right?

I said, Digo jumped out loud. There are more than a thousand men following him.

I brought together soldiers of superior strength under Digo, all from the Vocational Training Institute, created by Grape.

In other words, they were engineers.

“If you need a place to rest, rest. ”

“If you need a battlefield, you can build one. ”

Wheelken has my word. He smiled face to face. The smile seemed like someone who was satisfied and punched the back of his shitty friend's head.

This is enemy territory. The nobleman will wait for us to tire and then strike. It was a simple but effective tactic

I thought I would have a smile on my face similar to Whelken.

Wheelken's eyes met mine.

You, too? Me, too.

We saw empathy with our eyes.

A thousand soldiers armed with hammers, axes, and saws move.

At the forefront, Digo swings Guillotine.

Boom, boom! Ku-an!

A beautiful tree split open and leaned sideways.

“Over!”

Like a woodcutter, one step forward, rolling a broken tree and giving the order.

“Cut all the branches! ”

Soon the forest began to disappear before my eyes. If the Knights of Whelken use dragons and slaughter them, they will not be turned to flat ground.

But they're different.

Cut and cut stubble wood with a saw.

I dug a hole where the tree disappeared and put the cut tree in it and sprinkled oil.

Tak!

Someone fried the flint.

‘Bitterly bastard. ’

I'll make you a fire torch.

Glug glug!

The wood rises above your head with flames and burning smoke.

The ground with the deep roots of the tree is swarming with Digo's hands.

You can call me Digo the Human Plow.

Every time Digo shakes his guillotine, the firm roots of the ground are crushed and scattered.

The insects and animals living in the forest were scattered everywhere.

“Lay off!”

Diego's engineers begin to lay chunky friendships on the ground. For this day, it was a durable cloth that had been fed for a month. We soon received a gift from a comfortable camp.

* * *

“... a madman. ”

Gudrun sighs. Some madman is coming in the middle of a hostile logging operation.

Fairies are different from humans. They were cool and calm.

Gudrun shakes his head.

‘There's no need to panic. ’

“Send the Goblins. ”

A second advantage. This was still his home. Gudrun and the watchman know the way.

How dare you rest? Then you will continue to harass me. The real battle will be fought in the evening.

Before that, I sent a bunch of Goblins so they wouldn't rest or sleep...

“There's an ambush on the bypass. ”

I didn't panic this time.

Gudrun reacts calmly.

“Ambush?”

“Human flesh. ”

That was a word I didn't have to say. Gudrun gives an unforgettable insult to the scout.

* * *

After training as a ranger, Murdock was able to enter and exit the mountain like an empty house.

Those who lived on the mountain their whole lives had a hard time gaining such a rich experience.

‘It's easier this way than mining herbs. ’

Chris, his master and owner of the country, had many demands.

It was the most difficult requirement to find a place where a special herb grew and make a map.

But I did.

Murdock felt compensated for it. It was a tenure.

The view of the map has gone cold, and several fortresses have been built in the mountains adjacent to Fraunmund Airport.

If anyone comes in, it's used to mount hundreds of bolts on top of the fort.

“It's a contest.”

When Chris said and expected it, Murdock was glad that his preparations were useless.

‘The Lord trusts me. ’

In a word, Murdock is more desperate than ever.

“Make a mistake and everyone dies. ”

“Forest? No hills, no hills, it's like a walk. ”

They were already as good herbalists and rangers as Murdock, climbing and descending mountains every day.

Murdock has reached the North Forest with a hundred Rangers. The day before the alliance arrived.

If you go into the woods without any information, it will still be recorded as a fool in the deadbeat's murder record.

“You're welcome.”

Murdock recited it to himself. In his hand was a map of a newly made forest of Goblin hide.

Based on the information contained in it, Murdock is positioned where he was prepared.

It was a bypass where it could strike where it was expected to be an ally camp. I met a few Goblins along the way.

Murdock has fortified it.

He pulls the trigger of the crossbow just as the Goblins did.

Tofu, tofu!

A hundred bolts spilled over the Goblin's head.

“Queek!”

The Goblin's screams echo through the forest.

* * *

“Crazy humans! ”

Gudrun loses his composure, but does not forget his third advantage.

If you've built your own shelter and stopped the bypass.

The third advantage lies only in creatures in the North Forest.

It's filled with extreme poison.

He looked like he could kill a human in less than an hour with one bite.

“Release the poison ring. ”

Gudrun expects nothing more from you than this. The expectation was somewhat accurate.

Humans didn't know how to stop the venom.

“Hey, are you done with Zeyne? ”

The dead come out, screaming and groaning, and there is still a place to be a mess.

“That……."

Gudrun smiles as he hears the scout's report. I only laughed.

* * *

“I can't believe you let me leave my brother. ”

Piece said so, but did not hide his smile.

“What do you think?”

The soldier asks from behind. The soldiers assigned to her were not even in the Caucasian unit.

Fifty, tops. Of course, numbers didn't matter.

“Wait.”

Honey attracts bees. If you sprinkle sugar, the ants will gather.

The red horned deer in Zayturas Forest was fascinated by a red hub called Red Pole.

And this poisonous centipede had one just like it. He's a stranger to Humans, but the Antichrist knew about this poison.

In other words, she also knew the herbs that could lure these guys.

She pulls out a single finger of blue grass from her leather pocket.

It was a blue hub that looked like short grass.

His name is Fowle Grow.

It's called Starving Grass because no one eats it.

No one eats it because it's poisoned.

Poisonous foods, mostly avoided by animals and insects, but Poison Zinne loved this.

Pieces scatter it all over the floor. A wave of poison zingers rush in from the front, rushing across the floor.

Piece draws them in with a sack of deer hide and makes their way into the grass. Soon, the whole place was in my pocket.

He whistled without even knowing it.

“I heard you were having a hard time leaving. ”

A soldier mutters at your side. The elf's sensitive hearing heard it, but ignored it.

That's it. The process of gathering good ingredients has always been fun.

Poison Zinne was a hard material to find otherwise, and Piece learned and learned herbology on the North Continent, but didn't have time to stay in this forest.

Hence, she was a good medicinal ingredient.