From a terminal Soldier to Monarch

“I'll slit your throat! ”

With a holler that meant nothing to the elf, Whelken slapped the enemy to the left. His throat flies in the direction he comes in, and his limbs roll freely over the ground.

The noble warrior could not bear the sword of Hülken. A warrior with a vicious vision lunges at you.

It was the same.

I've forgotten the Black Forgiveness and Mercy of Wheal Kern. When the moonlight shaped the crescent moon, the body rolled to the ground.

There is a body rolling down at the angle of the hill, and there are only brushed bodies.

“Run! Break! ”

You hear Canneruck scream.

Two or two!

The horse has warmed the ground.

The Knights of the Wall are on horseback, rushing forward.

At the forefront is Digo, who's on the scraper. A galloping guillotine sweeps across enemy lines.

A thunderstorm strikes and some of the warrior hordes in front disappear, bitten by the beast.

Enemy fighters attacked by mounted assault move to surround them. In the meantime, wheelchair pops back up and snaps its neck.

The cavalry retreated and the Wheelken disappeared. Enemies lost.

The timing of hitting and dropping was incredible.

Pike's troops appear somewhere in front of him as he chases the horses close.

This was before the wart's forefoot began a brutal killing spree.

Curr!

The logs have been rolled by the engineers.

The wart retreated.

Everyone on the move doesn't know what they're doing, but they know what to do now.

Vitaly Stone's real-time contact system was turning the battlefield into my playground.

Grab it, throw it, run it, run it.

Stab, cut, grab and shake the neck.

Slowly swings a sword at an enemy that complains of headaches.

The enemy was an army without fear.

And we were an army that didn't need to be afraid.

* * *

“It's raining light bulbs! Seriously! ”

It may have been a fact that the terms of the Commander's promotion require a bigger voice.

A thousand commanders shout across the battlefield.

I didn't need a vice. His shout was only conveyed to his troops.

The White Captain relayed the order to the commander's shout.

As an infantryman without a horse, you're not fast enough.

It's a move aimed at the Elf Archers.

The running commander noticed that when he met the noble Vise warrior, his unit, including himself, was exterminated.

But stopping your feet while you're in combat will increase your chances of dying.

Soon, the squad leader met the enemy.

Boom! Boom! Sneak!

Only scream struck my ear instead of scream.

“Kill! Kill! Kill him!”

Some scream and swing swords, others throw spears without words, soldiers with iron maces, and soldiers who bash heads with iron flakes.

Armed with blunt force rather than swords and spears.

The battalion rushes headlong, catching a victory in a heartbeat. It was an overwhelming triumph for a small army.

Of course. The opposing troops were distracted elsewhere.

‘There are no vice warriors. ’

The commander's instinct is to charge forward and crush the enemy.

Woof!

The stone cried twice in my arms.

“Retreat! Retreat! ”

The commander ignored his instincts. He shouted without hesitation.

The resonance of the stone was equivalent to that of the supreme commander.

He was a soldier, and his superior's orders to him were absolute obedience.

In the middle of an exhibition, it was also a battlefield.

A shout rang out everywhere with a call to retreat quickly and accurately.

Immediately, a group of soldiers are pushed out like a tidal wave.

There were a few other commanders like them. Their instincts go backwards, once for the sound, and twice for the sound of retreat.

Battlefield situation? There's no time for that.

After retreating, the stone cries three times, repeatedly pointing to the direction in which the troops will move.

‘Three, two, one, one. ’

The commander, who held the stone and felt its vibrations repeated twice, moved as instructed.

Immediately, some of the ligaments showed a movement to draw lines crossing the battlefield.

The foot running commander saw the passing cavalry and the passing infantry garrison perpendicular to the cavalry.

Among them was Alice.

“Bring it on! I am Baisa Alice! ”

A fairy warrior rushes forward like a moth towards her blade, agitated.

Weiss!

You see them rushing at a speed that makes you doubt your fuselage vision. Alice throws an invisible sword at them.

Soon some fairies shed blood in the air.

The sun was high and all around was bright. The commander ran again, ignoring what he had seen so far, and ignored everything in between.

Nothing seemed to make sense to me anyway. He was obedient to orders.

* * *

“Do I look like a scarecrow? ”

Lind recited it.

“I think so. ”

A huntsman's assistant agitator snorts. Behind them, a throng of crows turns into horseback archers.

Lynd didn't have to take orders from the Vitalia Stones.

Lynd has the eyes to know the battlefield as well as his friends who swing from afar.

Soldier movement, thousand ligament activity, mounted charge.

I see a net that prevents the army of enemy warts from going crazy.

Lynd knew exactly what he was doing.

“Crow squad, prepare to fire on all sides. ”

“Four!”

The people who gathered on the horse replied. The army of dragons chasing you retreats.

They must have seen themselves as scarecrows.

None of them were aiming for themselves in this situation.

Lind also noticed that fifty arrows are not much to do in a massive rotation.

‘I mean, you were shallow. ’

Lynd draws an arrow and roughly feeds the demonstration and kicks the horse's waist with his foot.

Hee-young!

As he reads his movements, Lynd digs a hole like magic.

A mounted magic that passes between enemies and allies. Sometimes the fifty moves past the gap between an ally and an enemy, and sometimes between an ally and an ally.

As they pass by, Rind and a squad of crows shoot arrows.

If you were aiming for the enemy's head, arms, or warts, you'd be a lousy archer.

They were aiming for a slant overhead and bouncing off demonstrations.

Of course, they had different goals.

Squishy squishy!

It was quite difficult for an arrow to hit a small target while running.

Lynd thought there were two advantages to that.

One was that the target was larger than one thought, and the other was that the Crow Squad was trained to fly.

“Wheeeek!”

The horse turns with a whistle. Lynd repeated the same thing.

The arrows they shoot go through the air, and the arrowheads make the beast scream.

Boo!

Lynd's crow squad saves his specialty. They hunted night owls.

* * *

He knew his unit's strengths, strengths, and weaknesses.

Their greatest advantage was that they were an army that did not retreat from fear.

A real army of fairies did not know fear.

They believed that life would continue even after death.

The faith created by one god made them look like an immortal army.

At least they called themselves the Immortal Army.

“It doesn't work. ”

The expert in strategy and tactics was himself. But the cold-hearted words of the warrior speaking next to him seemed to penetrate the situation.

“I see.”

Ansing nods. The warrior twitches his arm muscles. He opens and closes his lips to Angling.

With a deep, thoughtful look on his face, he declined in advance the request for a conversation he was attempting.

‘Chris Fraunmoont. ’

The meaning of the name was changing.

The elf doesn't know fear, but the opponent fights without fear.

Keeping back how it's possible, they lure their allies with a ridiculous move.

Even military experts who have studied strategy and tactics for a lifetime will speak their tongues when they cross the cross.

Look what the cross has done. The army of the warts had to stop because they couldn't reach their front legs out to their allies, and another army rushed in to catch up with the cavalry passing by.

The other squad is in pursuit of the escaping infantry. Both of them blocked each other's paths after a reasonable movement.

What's the difference between training? ’

I could have. They were human beings who learned the most at the same time.

‘Nymphs wait to catch a long time, Orcs don't worry about burning short lives. ’

Humans were always the ones who carved themselves up by burning short lives.

Humans are the ones who carve themselves into pieces.

‘That's why it's dangerous. ’

That's why it's a species that needs to be destroyed.

Ansing blinks a few times.

The enemy's movements are hard to keep up with.

The horseback riding and a swarm of fast-footed humans surround the entire unit.

There have been a few raids and the shaking has left your allies stranded.

Enemies surround their allies. If he had just surrounded himself, he would have fought fiercely against the siege.

But the Nymph commander was a reasonable great man. Fairies are always reasonable.

‘That's your weakness. ’

I did not fear death, but I did not have to go to death.

That's why the commander of the fairy army is headed for the open road. There was more than one road.

There were gaps in the siege.

But the gap wasn't all a good one.

The path that made it good to get out was visible to him too. The Elf Commander has driven his troops there.

It was a simple tactic.

Form a siege net and create a breach to drive the troops into it.

It is a reasonable tactic to overcome the overwhelming number of differences.

You only fight where you can win. Only the battlefield is favorable, and we won't fight the rest.

Whether they pulled it out or not, the tactics were simpler, and the violence was simpler.

‘Vise Knight. ’

Wherever there is a gap, there is a working army.

Hülken Ludwig is there, and Baisa Alice is there.

Close to your allies are some wielding axes.

Even those who shoot arrows.

‘Night owl. ’

It was only a matter of time before his communication system collapsed.

The archers roam the battlefield vigorously.

The opposing Pokémon's intent is too obvious.

It wasn't a siege, but the vice-nite was eating away at the power of the allies.

In other words, the opponent said with strategy and tactics.

Give me the warrior with the vice!

“Coming!”

Angling speaks alone and clenches his fist.

I'll give it to you if I want to.

Angling grits his molars as he recalls the opponent who created this situation.

You've been killing night owls and isolating our allies? And focus the knight's strength on his opponent?

‘Cheeky.’

Ansing opens his mouth.

“Get ready.”

A dry voice comes out of my throat. He felt thirsty with his horse.

I've been waiting for a heartbeat, not a one-sided beating.

“I'll take care of that. ”

Long blonde fairy warrior said. At a human level, the site vise.

He was a high-ranking warrior, even in the trees, at a level that allowed him to vise.

He raises his finger to one side. This is where the commander of this unit is located.

“Bring me my warts. ”

The warrior said he was the general commander of the army of the warts and one of the three warriors of the fairy tribe.

It was also the most powerful force gathered here today.

The Weiss Warrior of the Tree Stage alone, but when he rode on a wart, he was a warrior who became the owner of a formidable power that no one could challenge.

He climbs on his warts.

He had a dark red coat and was bigger than the others, so his front foot was saggy.

“Go, kill them all and come back. ”

Angling said.

The warrior draws his sword instead of the answer, angry-ridden and angry again.

A magical weapon made of fine materials from within the jab.

The weapon shines in the sun.

“Make way. ”

The warrior speaks and runs. His wart leaped into the air.

You stomp on the ground and cross over your friend's head.

Digo's cavalry turns when they find it. I didn't come to greet you.

On the contrary, the warrior who watches the enemy's movements is convinced.

‘Open the way. ’

Aside from the open road, the elf's main force starts to move towards the humans with vices everywhere.

After confirming all of their movements, Angling sends twenty Phase Warriors back.

“Kill it. ”

Two axes led me to the warrior who caused the storms of fairy flesh and blood.

After that, he continued to give orders.

Move the warriors and bypass the armies of the warts.

“Go back to the right, you're the stars. ”

“Each unit commander slaughters the enemy at his own discretion. Don't think about strategic moves. I'm going to war.”

“Valbe Oritna! ”

Ansing shouts, and a fairy dressed in a fluffy robe stands right next to him with silver gray hair.

It was a dull impression that could not be seen from other fairies.

“On your command, march. ”

The troops of the spleen moved as well. Angling wasn't just beaten up.

He examines the enemy's movements in detail.

And I came to a conclusion. The conclusion was that none of the Vise possessed much of it.

* * *

“Son of a bitch, you're slowing down. ”

There are tactical disadvantages to the siege, and if even a night owl is captured, how many options are left?

I should have let them go right away.

“I'm back.”

You hear Lynd's voice. Now my vacancy will be filled by Lynd.

“Bang."

I jumped lightly from where I am because the pumpkin was standing nearby. The pumpkin bent to the side and came in through my crotch.

Added to the weight of the melt, the pumpkin bent its knees skillfully and distributed my body weight.

“Grrr."

I stroked my head once and straightened my back.

I can see my opponent thanks to his wide-open vision.

He rode on a wart and flew across the rooftop.

When he rose to the top, he was a praying wart that jumped to the top of his lungs.

“Isn't that a locust, not a wart? ”

Pumpkin answered my question with his foot instead.

Smash!

My wolf started running.