From a terminal Soldier to Monarch

“Am I really going? ”

He may seem clumsy, but he was a wizard. He was also a great magician by the standards of graffiti.

Is it just magic that breathes fire and freezes people?

Grafe recalls the stone he made and the help he gave. It was beyond the scope of what it could be.

“I was thinking of going on a food trip after I finished making all the Vitalian Stones. ”

“If you start with this, I'll let a great chef find you. ”

At Grafe's words, Vitalia was silent for a moment. A moment later, he nods slowly, indicating that he is cautious.

“Materials are the problem. The important ingredients must be eaten in the region, so there must be something rotten in the summer...."

Vitalia seems to be lost in thought as she blurs her words, and Grafe speaks.

“You can make a cold box. ”

Even.

Vitalia claps her hands.

“That's it! ”

Sometimes the clumsiness that made him doubt his genius made him look like a man.

Grafe laughs and talks.

“Let's get going. ”

“Oh, right. ”

Grafe smiles at the person who expresses his whole body that he doesn't want to take off his feet.

The two headed for the wagon, which was soon ready.

It wasn't just the two of us leaving, but it was a short trip because we didn't borrow the troops as escorts.

The owner of the White Flag Merchants Guild with his back against the wagon door opened his mouth as soon as he saw the graffiti.

“I made a promise."

The Southern girl soon became a lady. Sunburned brown skin, elastic skin, and a scar on the face, but he also looked attractive.

Next to him was a knight with a large sword, or a man who is now a mercenary.

“Yes, I promise. ”

Grafe replied.

“Then let's go. ”

There was a war going on. Grafe made a deal with Jabrian because he couldn't borrow a lot of troops.

After boarding the wagon, Jabrian mutters excitedly as he rubs his cheeks.

“This road is the first one, I should call it the 'first one'. ”

It was a distant future in which travellers who were always calling their debt liquor for the first time through the way they were called 'for the first time’ would always have a traveler to walk as they had for the first time.

The inside of the wagon was spacious. There are still spots left on the way to Grafe, Bittalia, Promulgate and Jabrian.

Then the person joins in, exhaling the scent of the medicine.

“Don't let it distract you. If you don't want to be blind. ”

Grafe nods at Piñas Rey's words.

“Yes."

“And you, nigga, don't tail me. ”

“I have eyes, too. ”

Jabrian laughs at her.

“Does that mean I have low eyes? ”

It was the voice of a growling tiger.

The hand of the door next to you climbs onto the sword grip. The knight's instincts tell us of her danger. The piece that saw it snorted.

“Draw your sword if you are confident. ”

It seemed to be a cool breeze.

Grape decided that they were getting along. If anything happens to me, I'll fight with my hands and feet.

Instead of feeling anxious, he recalls several times that it is normal to feel relieved that the power is moving together.

“Hey, can we get there safely? ”

Bittalia whispers in her ear.

“Of course.”

Physical safety was sufficient.

The southern girl who sees the truth as a reward for breaking through the trade routes is in charge of the guide, and the warrior is in charge of Weiss Knight.

There, the pharmacist and reader were the best anti-bloodline fairies on the continent to prepare for injustice.

“Come at any time if you're not. I'll let you carry silver needles with you whenever you eat. ”

Piece threatens his opponent.

“Dead men have no words and no poison. ”

The announcement came through.

He decided to think about his mental stability later.

A moment of silence passed. Grafe calls the wagon with a hand gesture.

“Can I go? ”

The horse horse asked with a very anxious color. She seemed to resent herself for taking on a few gold coins right away.

Grape looked away and said.

“Off you go.”

Soon the wagon left the road.

* * *

Grabs a square stone and delivers warmth. I can feel the gentle warmth and recite the starter language.

“Cry.”

Ugh.

The stone cries once.

The School of Magic was divided into four groups. Mysters was specialized in giving magic and crafting magic.

If it wasn't for western Wixus, it was also an unseen academic pie.

“There won't be Mysteries in Glacier Hill. ”

That's what Vitalia said.

I believed him. If Mystery had been here, all the noblemen would be armed with magical weapons.

But I've never heard of them.

I thought the man who made this, holding the stone, would be moving his lips out by now.

The battlefield falters as the stone cries.

Commander's orders on the battlefield come first.

However, there was no way to convey the message to those who were far from the physical distance after entering the battle.

In that way, the Night Owl was as good as a deadly weapon.

The means of quick communication were the forces that kept the troops alive.

So I needed one, too.

“You can't make anything great. ”

That's what Vitalia said.

First, he talked about the material problem, and second, about the workforce problem.

Crafting and granting magic says there's very little you can do alone.

The Dwarf Rheindorf and the sculptor Mor were attached, and they made something good.

It was artifact.

There were few effects. After making me feel warm, all I had to do was shout the starter language.

However, this stone was enchanted by a fairy tale.

So if I use the stone, those with the stone will have the same reaction.

One cry and the attack, that was the promised language. In addition, there were several promised languages, but not many.

I didn't need long orders on the battlefield. A few short commands were enough.

It could create a flow on the battlefield.

The senses came back again. Everything in the battlefield seems to be at hand.

You can see the crows leaping and the cavalry retreating.

I couldn't actually see it, but I could feel my knight moving.

It's a start.

Go, Jen Reed.

The southern warrior, a warrior with a name, starts to panic.

* * *

It was dark in the cave.

There was nothing in the cave of every lost wing I found in the south.

Dark, with no light spots.

It was literally a black, invisible darkness.

“It's hard. But if you move on, you have wings. ”

I remembered what Jelly said.

‘Coldly, I already have wings. ’

The two miniature artifacts have become Jen Lead's wings.

Then what is this cave? The darkness begins to grab onto my mind.

If we find the missing wings of every lost clan, will they fly?

Will wings just pop out of my back?

Is there some kind of legendary technique?

Or is there an artifact in God's breath?

“Come back alive. ”

Jelly says, "What are you so worried about?"

Jenryd walks relentlessly, thinking that thought and boredom might be a trap in this cave.

After crossing the 4th floor of Vise, the sensitive senses told me everything around me.

There was a sound, but there was no sound, and there was a smell.

It smells dull, humid.

Cloudy air caused by windlessness.

Where no bats live.

There was no trace of any living animals or plants.

Jenryd sweeps through the cave walls with her bare hands. Tough walls are covered with thick liquids.

I didn't even have to smell it. My fingers are numb.

I asked him why he died. I tore off some of my clothes properly and wiped my fingertips.

Poison was everywhere. Since then, Jenryd has held her breath.

I took three short breaths, four separate breaths, and walked longer and slower than a quick walk.

‘Stupid thing. ’

Jenryd immediately found out. This was an empty cart, and it was a noisy empty cart, given the state's experience leaving the continent and excellent talent for treasure hunting.

It was a sweetfish from a treasure hunter.

An empty cart has no treasure.

And a chaotic empty cart is a place full of traps without treasure.

There was only one trap here.

Poison everywhere.

* * *

Jenryd folds her thoughts. I left behind my memories of going to a chaotic empty cart.

Time has passed for this moment of reckoning.

Ugh.

The stone you put in your chest cries.

“All hands, prepare for deployment. ”

Jenryd says, "Five hundred Southern warriors have stooped to silence." No one talks openly.

Jenryd closes her eyes and focuses on her hearing.

I bent my knees, straightened them, and checked my wrists and ankles.

‘Excellent.'

This was the best time since I had the axe. I grabbed the handle and pulled it out.

You illuminate your face on the reflective axe blade. I can see the face of the man with the beard.

‘Knights.’

The Lord called himself that.

What a knight is, a keeper.

Jenryd considers herself a disappointment in that respect.

You are a warrior.

He's a fighter.

The stone rings and takes five deep breaths and Jenryd plunges into the ground.

Bam! Bam!

The dirt splashes and he alerts the team.

He ran 500 Southern warriors in the direction he ran. There was no screaming.

Their mission was a surprise.

The opposing elf warriors approach, watching them rush in.

Two and a half. ’

I'm gonna go back inside and catch my breath. I can see three fairy warriors rushing in.

Jab's blade flew in. Two up, one down.

Jenryd bends at her waist and lowers. It was like my chin was touching the floor.

However, it did not slow down at all.

The jab aims for the top loses its target, and the other one comes down and aims for itself.

Jenryd rises from below. The quarterback followed.

‘Right.’

I take one breath, and two halves, and I throw up my right hand, throwing up that short breath.

A bright light erupts along his axe. The shiny artifact will peck at the bodies of the three fairies.

Boom!

As soon as Jenryd reaches the right, she plunges her left foot into the ground.

His body extends like molten brass in a furnace. Jenryd's left wing, tucked away in a tight, folded space, punches the fairy squad.

Boom!

There was a loud bang.

The three warriors' necks and arms fly again.

“Techtal.”

In the meantime, the five warriors who exude cold energy spread their distance.

You isolate Yenreed while the troops retreat. Suddenly, there was a siege.

However, the Southern Warriors were not involved in the fight.

The Southern Warriors have begun to thoroughly dismantle the exterior of the fairy army.

You run on foot like a peel of an apple, avoiding an army of warts and confronting a fairy warrior.

The arrow flies and the deaf rush in, but they can't focus on it.

Jenryd's axing caught everyone's attention.

When I saw him, I turned to the front for the company of the warts to return.

After a short while, the isolated Jenryd remembers what she gained from the empty cart in the chaotic cave.

“Everyone dies. ”

“I leave what I have here. ”

“Find the wings yourself. Lazy bastard.”

Goddamn ancestors.

Jenryd smiles. Only one of them was crazy.

There was nothing plausible there. But the treasure was right for him.

Fighting stance, how to get vice, and the battle you've been in.

A total of nine chieftains died here, and they carved everything they knew into the stone walls.

The reason the air was not ventilated was because the passageway that served as a rear vent was blocked.

‘After all, it's the same thing. ’

The chief said differently, but the same.

Try. Constantly.

So I did. Jenryd doesn't stop. I put the chief's experience into my body.

And I tried.

Luckily, there are a lot of monsters around.

So did the Lord. So did Wheelken.

The Lord, Brother and the man he called chief did not rest.

His efforts shocked Jon Reed.

“For what? ”

“I've got a few to deal with. ”

Seeing the lord say that, Jen Reed sharpens the axe.

One day, Chris told me that one of his knights couldn't keep up with his talents.

Jenryd hasn't heard of it, but she knows she's out of her league.

“A falcon without wings doesn't need armor. ”

After returning to reality, Jon Ryd mutters.

I didn't need armor because I found Weiss' path on my own.

Burr.

My profits are starting to shake. One of the fairy warriors who was about to rush in, a well-eyed man shouts.

“Tree!"

By human standards, Weiss is on the sixth floor, Weiss.

Levels to keep vice where you want it to stay.

Tree Stage based on fairy standards.

Bam.

The air burst.

The axe grows several times larger with Jenryd's miniature fist in vice.

An artifact's special power announces the beginning of a massacre as it strikes the battlefield.

Enemies that are far away run and snap their necks.

Splash!

The man approaches with a sore throat, kicking his feet.

You draw up and left from the bottom towards the nobleman's head, rising behind the unbalanced one.

I stole it and split my head open. Without even watching the end, Jenryd sweeps the ground with her feet.

Two fairy warriors stumble on their feet.

The two diggers dug a hole while the mineral profit was painting everywhere.

Courage?

No, the fairy did not fear death. They just throw their lives to kill a warrior named Jenryd.

This was the army of the Northern Empire.

It was like the Lord's warning.

It was a massacre without screaming or moaning. The Pokémon is different from the others so far.

A blade without fear and hatred aims at Yenreed. The elf risked his life and constantly rushed in.

* * *

Vise Knight is a one-man army.

Solitary force.

I considered them the best in many battles.

Digo and Jen Reed.

With Digo in the charge, Jen Ride will be more powerful to show the ants' inferno.

If the enemy had thrown his life away without fear, the assumption would have been that Jenryd was the strongest of his allies.

And I knew the nobles of the North were the only ones who could fight.

“This is madness. ”

That's what Linda would say if she was around. I picked up the stone again instead of complaining about the sound of a hallucination.

Woof!

The stone begins to weep. Commands have been sent to troops connected to the perimeter in real time.

The aftermath quickly appeared as a flow of battlefield.

Don't let the axe distract you, Ansing.

If you are careless, you will be judged.