From a terminal Soldier to Monarch

“The prince, the hero of the war, has been terrified. ”

Abel said.

Wheelken replied, walking at the same speed as before.

“Hey, Alzheimer's? Wait when you're tired. ”

“No need for that. Your lord sent you because he feared me. It was a mistake to send your best hand to me, not to the battlefield."

They immediately prepared for battle as they discussed two topics.

The wheelchair pulls out its sword as it walks, and Abel is positioned in front of it with his spear pointed.

Abel exclaims, as he stands.

“Sky!”

Abel the Chong is an unmanned man, but he's also a longtime man who's been through countless battles.

“Hot!”

The knights joined forces and responded in their place. The Sword King was barely on his feet, and the battle was being pushed.

The Knights of the Sky take a step back with all their weapons in their hands.

EightMoon didn't give it to him. I had to say I didn't have the strength to catch it.

The sword is shattered and demoralized, and the aftermath drives the tide.

The Noble Dragon fights to reduce its damage. I was stalling. I couldn't catch the enemy's crotch in that situation.

“Go ahead. ”

It is the same as what Abel said.

Queeeek!

A strange cry erupts from behind the battlefield.

The Knights of the Sky were the ones with that name because they flew in the sky.

Griffin, Wyvern, and a knight on a winged horse in the lead.

Caaaagh.

A hundred crows cried at the same time. Griphon's feathers fall into the snow.

“I'll get the head of the hero. ”

The commander on Pegasus just spoke up and soared straight into the air.

There was no one here who could catch a flabby, airborne tooth. No, there was someone who could, but he couldn't make a move.

“The old man is really crazy. ”

Wheelken mutters.

“Hey, hey, hey. This is a battlefield and a battlefield. ”

Abel suddenly opens his pose and swipes his spear, his boots tapping the spear.

It was a dusty gesture. Of course, it was snowing, and there was no dirt on his body because he was just fighting.

Whelken smiles and replies.

“An old man with dementia, who's afraid? ”

“If the former hero wasn't afraid, why are you here? ”

“Old man, you're wrong. ”

Wheelken twitches his index finger. Abel grinned.

“Am I wrong? ”

“Yes.”

Listening to the two conversations, the sword king felt like he was standing on the blade more than he was fighting Abel.

After the Knights of the Sky have left, two heavy-handed knights aim to kill each other.

The wrenching iron of the harsh situation loosens quickly.

Boom!

Abel opens his spear without a word, and Whelken takes it with his sword. The king of the sword smashes the cub in the butt with a shock.

In fact, it was right to say that I fell backwards when I wanted to see the two movements.

The sword king was unable to see the first two workshops properly.

“Are you all right?”

Someone pulled him up. The voice is ripe in my ears, so I can see who he is without looking back.

The Blue Dragon was the Noble Dragon.

“Never.”

The Sword King replied. It was not okay. I believed I could conquer a continent.

I thought it would be the rising sun when the Chang Wang set.

I believed it was worthy of the name "Sword King" on the continent.

‘Let's go back and swing the sword again. ’

Let's grab the sword with the same mind as before.

Between the commitments, the two monsters scratch each other harder.

I'm fine!

The Hulken's sword is heavy and sharp. Every time I met Abel's spear, the sword left a crescent-shaped reflection.

“I'll tell you what's wrong! Old man!”

Wheel Ken shouts as Abel's spear spills back and straightens out. It was great to put the nickname "chunky old man."

Suddenly, a helmet of wheelchairs lowers the tip of the sword to the ground.

“The Lord and my innocence cannot be obscured. And we're all crazy old men. Do you know how to move a monarch of a country?"

It was an insulting speech.

"Hmph."

Abel runs, snoring. The spear danced. A non-snowy window begins to fall over Wheelken's head.

It was made of snow that did not melt in the heat. Some were fast and some were slow.

The Sword King was defeated by that trick in vain. How can the speed of all the flying windows be different, leaving behind a shadow?

It was like fighting off dozens of knights alone.

Whelken chose a smarter way than to face the sword. I stomped to the ground and stepped back.

Boom.

He breaks the stone he used to tread on.

Abel lunges at you, bouncing off the splintered debris.

“Come, I'll take your neck and go directly to the hottie! ”

His voice seems to linger in his vision.

Spears and swords clash faster than voices, aiming for each other's lives.

The spear! Yikes!

The dung splashes and the air is hot. The two collided and scattered and disappeared.

“I don't think it's awkward to say monsters. ”

The Nober Dragon has spoken. The Sword King agreed with him.

The commitment before seemed to be shattered like a rock.

The space they dug was smashed into the floor and surrounding trees like a hurricane.

I'm fine.

The fight didn't last long. Abel's spear pierces Hülken's ship, looking to fight day and night.

The armor of the forged knight, called the Wall, faded and could not protect the wearer.

The piercing spear reflects the sun and the blood dripping from the floor.

“This one.”

The user casts a spear into the target's stomach. Somehow I felt powerless in my voice.

And the battle is over.

* * *

So that's what this is.

Lind calculates and identifies the target's intentions before moving on.

I watched it several times and felt relieved that I was his friend. He was a genius.

Small troop maneuvers were a specialty. He was a man who stood on the battlefield and looked around.

I remembered what Grape said.

“If only there were three more of those knights, war wouldn't have been enough. ”

Of course, before the war, I would have broken their will.

I looked at the palm of my hand. And quietly turned back the tide of the battlefield.

I listed things in chronological order, not victory and defeat.

A squadron of Elves appears and the ranks of the infantry have collapsed.

‘It's dull to deal with it. ’

I moved Digo. But he wasn't the first.

The first change was the Fraunmund Knights.

It was a raid by the knights with all the vices, including Barnes.

There is a slight twist and a bypass through which Jenryd jumps.

With the destructive power he creates as he runs, the fairy base is unable to straighten out the formation.

The Southern Warriors slaughtered fairies on the left side of the noble army and on the right side of their troops like a raging storm.

You rub your feet against the ground. White soil is buried in the boots of Elyon.

The slaughter of Digo continues, and through that gap comes the fastest foot in your troops.

Alice and the Vigilante Swordsman.

The snow melted on the back of my foot.

‘I saw it.’

It would be more accurate to say I felt it. I can feel the flow of the battlefield in my hands.

I did as my heart told me and moved the army.

It was impulsive. However, the results showed that everything was calculated rather than impulse.

Everything Angling was after was useless. I made it so.

It was time to give myself over to that exhilarating excitement, giving my whole body goosebumps on my first experience.

Do you want to pursue this and attack the enemy?

If not…….

I couldn't think straight. Suddenly I heard a familiar sound in my ears.

Ow! Ow!

Pumpkin?

You turn around, reading the flow of the battlefield opens the five senses you had locked away.

The beginning was hearing.

Flutter!

I hear wings flapping.

Next was the time.

“Up!"

A good soldier shouts.

Ha, look at these guys.

A flock of flapping wings is flying in.

Idiots, you're not doing your job right.

Or does that mean they fought better than they needed to?

It's not good, though.

It was a shame.

That troop that Angling left behind, it would be worth killing for.

You can't do that without a commander, can you?

The Knights of the Sky, which Tess boasted, were supposed to block, were flying through the sky behind her.

Ugh! Bloop!

And the flames rose with the sound of my wolf's cry. The pumpkin arrived just in time.

“What the hell am I supposed to do? Why are you flying?”

It was the voice of one of the commanders beside him. He murmurs alone and quickly wakes up and shouts.

“Archers! Archers! ”

It was common sense to need a fighter's weapon to catch a flying object.

Of course, the opponent is not a crow, so he might be able to catch it.

On the contrary, the Tegis have maintained a height beyond the range of the arrows.

I roughly caught a glimpse of their movements and said,

“On all sides, we build a serious ground here. ”

“…… Yes? ”

Don't be silly. I'd be embarrassed if something came out of the sky.

“Pumpkin!”

I called out to the commander behind my back. A great white wolf races to the ground. At that frightening speed, the soldiers do not sound surprised.

I touched the head of the approaching wolf, and the pumpkin bowed before me and cut the ground with its soles.

Dwarfed.

White dust from the white soil rises above you. It looks like snowy fog is rising up.

You can see the amber eyes through the haystack.

I stroked the wolf's head.

The pumpkin looked at me, feeling that hand.

It was like, what are you doing here in danger?

What are the risks?

I raised the visor of the helmet and held the pumpkin once. The cozy, fluffy fur tickles my cheeks.

Oh, so fluffy.

Pumpkins pack and turn their heads as they feel enemies flying across the sky.

Then I cried and fell.

Ow!

Yeah, I'm feeling it.

“Ow!"

I screamed, too. I like your joy as a commander, but you're not my specialty.

Queeeek!

Suddenly, a griphon flies from top to bottom.

“Ph……."

It wasn't until the commander called out again. I took the spear of the soldier right next to me.

“Huh?"

Before the Surprised Soldier said anything.

“Commander!”

You shout and twist your waist next to the pumpkin. I turned my back immediately and focused my senses on my fingertips.

Speech Proficiency 87.

I learned how to harness the power of the artifact, and I used it.

You take a large step forward with your left foot and shoot your right arm as far back as you can.

Thung.

The spear in my hand split the air as my body was pulled forward.

Puck!

The flying griphon is pushed away as if someone had pulled it from behind.

The spear I threw pierces Griphon's body and knocks one straight down.

“Bull 's-eye, son. ”

I recited and spoke to the commander.

“Gather the spears. ”

[Speech Skill: 88]

Suddenly, my proficiency improved.

The sea I've already tested.

Skill level rose well in combat situations, as well as in practice.

Sometimes I can improve my spear skills just by looking at advanced swords.

What's the matter with you?

I'm a spear. I had a spear in my head in battle.

It's a matter of will.

Projection was an applicable technique in that regard.

Throw the spear, the javelin. A gladiator when thrown at a dagger.

Pubu book!

You're a well-trained commander.

Dozens of spears stuck in my back.

“Attention, everyone! ”

Take a look.

I spoke and drew a virtual line in the air. Then I pulled out the spear and started throwing.

It was a combination of pitching and spearing. You hear a drum as several windows fly away.

Thung! Thung! Thung!

Every time I threw a spear, the coriander knocked the drum. Why do you look so excited?

“Waaaahhhh!”

Every time one of the flying grifons lands on the ground, the soldiers give a cheer.

[Javelin Skill: 90]

When I threw the seventh spear, I heard a sound of joy in my ears.

A Javelin, not a Javelin.

The force of the artifact is not fixed. I was able to turn into my own.

I felt the spear sticking to my palm more tightly.

Soon the Teggs Knights began their roundabout flight. I did not cross the line I drew.

I counted my enemies with my eyes.

A lot of them.

No, you're picking fights with me around, saying we have a little bit of vice knight?

Damn you, King Teggis, I can't use this.

“All troop deployment. ”

I listened. Then he frowned.

The enemy commander was cold. He spread the knights he had brought.

Each of the Knights of the Sky could be a unit.

That was what the right of authority meant. It was a falling stone attack even if you dropped a stone from above.

“I'm joining Lynd Sonate. ”

It was good to see my friend approaching. I've had a hard time, but my fingers are fine and I have a bow.

“Take Griphon. ”

I breathed with the horses.

And you aim for those who can shoot through the javelin, but cannot penetrate.

You see the Wyvern of Wind as an example of the Knights of the Sky.

Griphon 30, Wyvern 20.

And there's a wild horse with wings.

I grabbed the spear and asked myself,

‘But is it okay for you all to be here? ’

* * *

Edric didn't know how to fight. I didn't know how to wield a sword, let alone a strategy.

‘Talent problems. ’

He realized he didn't have the talent to make fun of himself. Thank God for that.

Knowing himself, he did not overdo it.

“Go."

The Knights in the Red Cloak appear at the king's command.

“Yes, Your Majesty. ”

Edric recites it as he sees them leave.

“Why are you touching my Chris, who's fighting so well? ”

It was Edric's own battlefield. This was the border with Teggis, and Sercado dared to declare war on Teggis.

You guys suck, so fuck you all.

It was Edgeworth down.

Despite his lack of dignity and weight, Sergado's people and knights stood firm.

It was a declaration of war worthy of the Mad King, and at least those with heads knew why this battle was needed.

It was a relief for the Fraunmut army beyond the North Forest.

“Oh, I love you so much. ”

Edric glares at you, muttering right next to you.

“Why are you here? ”

“Everyone who fights well is here, but who's to stop a deadbeat assassin if I'm in my own country? ”

Thorte was right. That's why Edric was here, too.

“Those deaf bastards are the problem. ”

Edik said.

“I agree."

Thorte agreed.

Soon, the Wolves, the Red Cloak, the Dual Moon, the Gold Mercenaries, and the Fence Knights of Cercado all crossed the borders of the desperate Tegis.