From a terminal Soldier to Monarch

Boom, boom!

Digo's engineers smash the trees and dig through the ground. It was a force that made the seemingly impossible possible by human strength.

“Wood Slayer! ”

A group of sentries used to call Digo that way.

Fairies care about plants and animals. That doesn't mean it takes precedence over everything before the battle, but it's clear that you hate Digo.

The elf warrior of the character depicted in the coldness, differentiation, and the ice freezer ignited his eyes just when he saw Digo.

“I'll kill you. ”

“Techtal!”

Some were speaking North Continental languages.

“I am the treasure of the dry branch army. You will be the dirtiest of fertilizers. ”

It was a pretty good, high-class swearing speech among the deaf.

Of course, there were no soldiers who responded to this insult because they could not understand it in the North Continent way.

How much longer did Diego listen to it and nodded, shocking the elf who said it.

Seeing Digo's sudden acceptance of profound profanity, I blasphemed the nobleman's intuition.

‘If there is no exchange, I do not know the enemy. ’

I couldn't say Angling's strategy was bad. He squeezed the continent without any common combat.

It was like saying that fairies don't have many proper battles with humans.

If the longevity on the battlefield is not known to the enemy, it is a fatal mistake.

Nevertheless, I commend the enemy commander.

‘Excellent.'

It was mostly a group of sentries that met with their troops. It wasn't a fairy warrior who actually saw the damage.

It's actually reasonable.

‘Watchers cannot be soldiers. Real troops are nobles. So they will be used as supplies to identify us. ’

A group of sentries would have been here to do that in the first place.

I don't know everything about the North Continent, but my experience and Lind's insight have led me to the situation.

Barnes sits on a chair, sipping a cup of warm tea.

The tea smelled like pollen.

It was the best luxury to drink in the middle of the battlefield.

“Go get some rest. ”

“Yes."

Barnes fades.

Wheelken and Lynd approach where he left off.

Lynd sweats on his forehead about what he did. Seems like you've been running for a long time.

“The opponent is retreating. ”

Lind told me.

You've been scouting.

There are no men in our troops as good and fast as the crow troops, so it's obvious that they are scouts soon, but Lind went there himself....

‘Angling, Angling.'

Is it his idea? Or the judgment of the enemy commander.

It was fairy. They retreated neatly.

“A real retreat? They have no balls. ”

Royse mutters in the background. Your winning streak has resulted in a lot of blood on your hands.

It was a time when elite soldiers made of training only increased morale and were reborn as real elites. It was a losing streak.

It was an advantage.

“Perfect. It's hard to keep up.”

Lind was a horse.

I couldn't keep up with the speed of the elf running through the forest.

As expected, it was actually a strange thing to see.

Cold bastards.

I seek the most reasonable means of victory, regardless of defeat.

It was the best course of action for the person standing above.

“Long time ago.”

I told you. Lind nods.

Others were the same. The enemy doesn't know us, but I know the enemy.

Therefore, there was also a defensive defense against the enemy.

I threw away the cauldron that night.

* * *

Boo-oo!

Even though the trees were cut down, cut down and handed over, and the surrounding area became empty in no time, it was still a forest.

In the meantime, you hear the Night Owl cry.

Boo-oo, boo-oo!

You're making such a fuss.

It wasn't time to go to sleep. The sun sets early in the north, and our allies rely on campfires for longer time to recognize their surroundings.

Of course, this was not a disadvantage.

Boo-oo! Boo-oo!

I began to wonder if I could catch him crying and become a wonderful prince in the middle of the night to give the guards a night snack.

The night air seeping through the tent felt refreshing.

I went outside. Instead of Yolin and the mercenary, only one sword is left around your waist.

I saw the moon rising high.

With Digo's engineers smashing into the trees around him, the moonlight seems to shine like a camp.

What are you looking at? ’

I muttered to myself, looking at the moon. It feels weird to stare at the moon.

Night strolls were my favorite hobby in my past life. I walked out of the tent.

Instead of sitting still, walking helped me roll my head.

You're worried because you don't have a successor? ’

It was the king's duty to make Grape his heir one day.

I almost laughed at that.

Why I wanted to be king in the first place.

You want a dynasty named after me?

If I had, I would have done it already. He would have killed Edric in the nick of the civil war, and he would have swallowed Sercado.

It's not the dynasty or the heir that matters to me.

‘Ah, damn it, I want to see your face. ’

I wonder if he's the one who planned this, or if he's even close to the top.

I threw my useless thoughts behind me. Despite burning campfires all day, the floor was damp.

The soft soil is trampled on. Sensory senses detected the surrounding area.

The sharp moonlight, the smell of burning flesh, the smell of grinding iron, the cry of owls, the sound of weeping insects.

The sound of his crying.

‘It's crazy in the winter. ’

They were noisy. They cried from day one and then again today.

Boo-oo!

It was time for me to catch him and make a porridge.

“Baxter, don't even talk to my brother when you get back. Touch me and I'll crush your balls. ”

“Crazy bastard. I don't want it. ”

“Do you want to die?”

“Come back if you don't need an arm. Your sister is your responsibility. ”

Looking ahead, you see a small campfire, and 20 paces further than that, you see two soldiers holding their trousers.

I was peeing with my pants down. Sensitive hearing caught up with them, and soon I understood their relationship.

One is the left and the other is the left.

I threw away the cauldron. It was like saying that they would regroup the supply troops.

A soldier who refused his friend's brother struck another soldier on the head.

“Come over here with that stupid head. ”

“Come, I'll take your head off today. ”

I'm tired. What's Lynd up to?

Should I make sure I don't pee in my tent?

Grafe worries about heirs because he's rumored to be sexually crippled.

Will my country end if I die?

I don't have a chin. Weiss Knight's holdings, the location centered on the interaction with surrounding countries, and the influence of the top.

A nation does not move by one person's strength. Even without me, the Kingdom of Fraunmund will survive.

‘But it's not funny. ’

Then you will face a terrible war.

Boo-woo.

I blessed the two loyal soldiers who heard the owl again.

‘I have decided according to your tithe. ’

Tonight's dinner is over there.

When I thought about it, I turned towards the side where the owl rang.

Two green lights shining in the dark touched my eyes.

The reaction is swift. I run forward, put my hand on the hilt of the sword, and lower myself.

Sound was more centered than speed. I ran quiet and fast.

Luckily, I'm dressed in black, and the opposing team is staring at the other side of the fence.

Papa!

You hear owls flapping their wings in front of you. The user grasps the sword and knows the target.

“Fast Fire.”

The elf's voice rings.

Pabababang!

The arrow splits the darkness. Arrows rain down on a group of soldiers waiting by the campfire.

I couldn't stop it.

Two soldiers who came back peeing were caught in sight.

An arrow is inserted into one of the Pokémon's heads.

“Baxter!"

He was a soldier for the Supply Depot. The rest of the soldier turns away.

Meanwhile, I can see the elf's heel in front of me. I draw the sword and draw it from left to right.

Screaming.

Along with a terrifying sound, a fairy warrior collapses behind you. I grabbed his ear, snapped his neck with one hand, and threw him to the side.

“Techtal!”

A fairy warrior shouts.

There are more than five violent flying words. I swung my sword as soon as I was caught by my senses.

Land, land, land!

Five blades stir forward, and the flying blade bounces off and ignites.

‘Jab.'

The enemy's weapon was a fairy tradition and he used a bow.

"I'm not a watchman. ’

The stubborn ears are proof, and the shape of their battle is also proof.

“Ambush!”

“Get up! Shit! Gather round, shields up! Here comes the arrow!”

You hear the soldier's voice, and as it drips, I shake my sword.

The blade reflecting the moonlight is divided into ten pieces.

You see the elf warrior's enlarged pupils. He stopped three of the ten swords.

A great sword.

And the sword, which is divided into seven pieces, made seven holes in his body.

Without even checking for blood spills, you get up on your feet, reacting as if you were sitting on your knees on the face of a man who fell.

Kwaek!

Skull fractured to the knee. In the meantime, I stab the sword again.

Chang!

The man who hurriedly lowers his jab pulls back. I turn to the left and drop my elbow.

Boom!

Another one's got a headache.

Next, he kicked his shin and stabbed his finger in the eye. He swings his sword up and down, and another fairy dies.

When I killed about five or six, a group of soldiers rushed towards me.

Armored infantry.

“Affiliation."

Fairy blood drenches my clothes and drips to the ground. Judging from his stance, he appeared to be a white captain.

He didn't know my face, but he quickly replied, relying on the moonlight to see how good I was.

“I am the White Captain of the 17 Armored Infantry! ”

“You have 5 minutes to gather troops and maintain the line, and 3 minutes to leave to support your allies. ”

“It'll only take 5 minutes! ”

I talk and I take my foot off. You deaf bastards.

The day retreat was real.

It wasn't a retreat. What about this ambush?

The last few days of fighting have passed through my mind. It didn't take a genius to figure out the situation.

The retreat is genuine. However, it is possible to turn some troops and attack this way.

"Caught off guard"? ’

Despite your familiarity with all these terrain areas, this is a forest.

For the fairy, the forest could soon become a path.

How did he get here without a sound?

Boo-woo.

I heard a sound all night.

Goddamn sons of bitches, I understand the situation.

The work of Ansing or the commander?

Night owls have been crying since we arrived, but that has not been the prelude to the raid.

‘I prepared it from the beginning. ’

As I have prepared from one to ten, the enemy anticipated and prepared my forces.

It must have used night owls to create a command system and use it to launch a surprise attack without a sound.

"You've put up with this for once? ’

My heart beats. Those damn deaf bastards turned me on.

The crying all night long could not be the object of vigilance. Enemies made that.

Even I was careless.

The elf archer strikes the ground with his toes as he runs to see it.

A punching stone appeared in front of me, drawing an arc.

I no longer hide the sound of running.

The man who just bounced off the protest turned his gaze at me and put his weight back on the bow.

It was smooth.

And just as I watched the stone fall in front of me, I pushed my sword against the stone in time.

Heave.

The stone divides the moonlight from the darkness.

The elf bends its head back, nearly. Of course, the bow was left untouched.

I scrambled the ground, pulled the vice up and flew it over his head.

I looked into the eyes of the surprised fairy and shoved a sword in her face.

The soft, eerie sound echoes.

You pull the sword down on the ground. I felt a sense of resistance, but the head of the fairy split open as I pulled it.

‘Not much. ’

Even if I had planned from the beginning, it might not have been intended to do great harm.

I felt a fire in my heart because I was beaten.

I was thinking about what to do.

I can see Lind from afar.

I felt sorry for the Vitalia stone I left in my tent.

What's there to be sad about? Lynd opens his mouth, looking straight at me.

‘Commander.’

Me and Lynd's gaze mixed up. I read his intentions.

Sneaky bastard.

I don't know who my friends are.

There is a fairy warrior between Lind and me. They were on a different level than the ones we'd seen before.

He wasn't a lookout, he was a real soldier.

“God damn it, give me the Lord! ”

Lind shouts. I pick up the arrow that fell to the floor and put my tongue to it.

“Tsk."

No poison.

It doesn't taste good.

I grabbed an arrow and shoved it up my thigh.

It was not serious because it covered the skin slightly. I took up my sword and cut off my arm and belly.

I wasn't wearing anything made of ripe thread.

I was acting.

“You cowards! ”

Praise the enemy first.

“I, Chris Fraunmoont, am here! ”

I shouted.

The eyes of the left gathered.

Now, my knights, you've had a long time with me, haven't you? Are you aware of my intentions?

“No, why! Lord! Lord! I'll save you!”

Was it Lynd?

There's no need to be so grumpy.

I'm awkward to hear.

The unlikely nature of Lynd's words, how I was hurt in the moonlight.

Hülken's eyes burn with eagle towards the fairy, and Digo erects a terrifying guillotine.

And Royce draws his sword as if he were running for his life, and Alice starts walking without a sound.

Wow, that was close.

When did you guys get so smoky?

“Stay away, Lord! ”

Hülken shouts, "This is the second salute after Lynd."

Wow, I almost cried.

I leaped toward the moonlight forest with a genuine look on my face and a look of helplessness.

I liked the location.

I was on the other side of the Elf Warriors and my knights were on the other side.

So there was a fairy between me and my allies, and my only escape was the woods.

As I ran, I raised my senses to the back.

It's good.

I was attacked. acknowledge.

But I didn't want to be beaten like that.

The smoke of the Fraunmut Theatre draws them into the den.

I can feel a group of Elven Warriors following me.

Boo-woo.

The damn sound was with me all night.