From a terminal Soldier to Monarch

Heave.

The pressure of the air crushed the shoulders. I leaned down and scattered the pressure.

When the pumpkin runs at full speed, it can't survive on his back without vice.

You grab the mercenary with one hand like Lance.

I overlapped my speed with my strength. My arm muscles tightened as much as possible.

The tip of the spear remains steady.

If anyone sees this scene, they think the lightning spear is advancing, but at the end of it, even the walls are sealed together.

Do you want to take it?

I ask with the spear, and the opponent answers with the sword.

You see a dark red fuselage falling from above and below. A fairy descended from the top of the wart pierces the blade.

If I gather my strength in a straight line, the opposing Pokémon's weight falls from top to bottom.

Boom!

There was a loud bang.

Puwawawawawawawack!

The ground was dug up, drawing a concentric circle around both of us.

The pumpkin bounced off the moment it hit me, so I had to stick closer to my back.

However, I swing the mercenary to the side to remove the remaining strength.

Ta-da.

The pumpkin takes a few more steps back to relieve the shock. I gently tighten my thighs and check for a single brawl.

Now, there's no place for this to go.

No shock to the molten metal.

I turned the vice all over my body.

There was nothing out of the ordinary. Immediately after the shock, there was no feeling of being pushed.

It was time to try to grab the ear of a fairy with a wart in front of its eyes.

“Poor thing.”

The elf said.

I felt a liquid soaking my thighs. It was thick and moist.

“Pumpkin?”

The elf that falls from above has one blade.

And in my hands was a mercenary.

We were even.

Glug-ug!

The cry of the wart bothers my ears. There was blood running through my wolf's chest.

“Front foot?”

“Saint-Sart's front legs are sharper than a twisted magical weapon. ”

The elf proudly said.

Seeing you so confident in your mount, you seem to be amused.

I stroked the pumpkin's head and asked.

“You want out?"

My brother's heart is breaking watching you get hurt.

Pumpkins loosen their noses. It really looked like that.

I'm not barking at my chin. I'm not growling. I'm snoring and snoring.

Then the same bloody scab came out of my nose. There are two front legs.

I didn't face the enemy, but I knew the situation quickly.

One foot to the chest and the other to the nose.

Do we snore handsome pumpkins?

“You're all going to die..."

“Owww!”

Before I could finish, the pumpkin pulls its head long and cries. How long and intense it was.

The air trembles. The gaze around me was overwhelming.

“Pumpkin?”

I called my wolf blinking my eyes. I just felt a familiar aroma in that shout.

“Khh.”

The pumpkin growls.

As a symbol of winter, a chilly wind symbolizing the North continent passed between the wolf and the wart.

And the control of the battle began to flow to a strange place.

* * *

I barked inside. I was surprised at the owner who calls himself a brother every day.

I felt it all because I was on my back. I moved my spine.

I asked him to sit a little more comfortably.

“Bang!"

Chris did what I said.

I checked the wound.

I got a cut on my chest and a nose.

Grrrrrrr.

Son of a bitch.

It was Chris' leg that the wart's forefoot was aiming for. I put myself in front of him.

Who were you aiming for?

I remembered Chris getting hurt when I wasn't confident.

Bloop.

A flame rises from the depths of your heart, spreading a small flame through your fangs.

“Bang."

Ugly head.

“Ow!”

Do you want to die?

Churrrm!

The ugly head swings its front foot into the air.

You're taking my provocation?

The power stored in your body comes up, wrapped around your heart.

Chris got hurt because of me.

I made Chris sick.

So I wandered.

Drifting through the continents and vertebrae, I visited the home of the White Wolf and met Golden Wolf, who was emitting golden light.

None of them could have been his father.

I hit the ground. The ship is lighter than before. I put the boiling power of my whole body into my front foot.

The wart extends its front foot. I hit him with my front foot.

Ow.

What do you know? Father, ugly head.

I don't need everything. There's only one thing I want.

Leave Chris alone!

* * *

I had to say it was a pleasant surprise. A golden glow rises from the pumpkin's body.

At the same time, the golden line across his forehead spread to the left and to the right.

It was an amazing and mysterious sight.

The golden line that unfolded covered the whole body of the pumpkin.

‘Wow.'

I spit elasticity into my body.

The wart lunges. Pumpkin, a golden wolf that radiates fire through its fangs, swings its front foot.

Boom!

The explosion has erupted. The pumpkin swallows the air. The world revolved around my eyes that was riding on it.

Tadak.

A lightly stepped pumpkin. I could feel the heat coming through the melt.

A flame. The heat is heating up the pumpkin.

What is underlying it?

Hahaha, there are times like this.

I looked forward to it.

Why would a creature be a monster?

It was called that because it was as smart and special as Humans.

My wolf was a creature. And it was more special than any creature.

‘Refinement, bloodline, effort. ’

My wolf left me. I could see what I was doing in the meantime.

It was one of the characteristics of Golden Wolf.

The power to make your whole body strong with golden light.

My wolf even had Weiss. A chase stacked with refiners.

My wolf was Weiss Wolf.

“Saint charts?”

You hear a fairy murmur.

A cracked wart breaks its head on its right forefoot.

That one was a creature, too.

The elf's gaze is directed at the wolf from his warts.

The pumpkin did not hesitate.

Glug-ug-ug!

The pumpkin bursts into flames, wondering if hot heat is rising from my thighs.

A red flame that rises fiercely. The wart hurriedly leaps up.

Bleeding. Humans certainly smile like that. You feel a smile of underestimation from the pumpkin's body.

The pumpkin bends its hind legs and leaps up. The wart sees a thin, rising golden wolf wiggling its front foot.

The pumpkin pushes its head into its front foot.

Boom!

The front foot could neither crush nor cut the wolf's head.

My wolf was in control of the fight.

That short fall from above was also in the air, so it was a skirmish.

Swing the front foot, breathe fire.

The wart pierces its cracked front foot without hesitation.

Smash!

Some dung spattered, some golden fur flew away, and the cover of the wart fell off.

Chang!

The elf stabs a jab at the opening. I flicked that jab with my bare hands.

“Where do grown-ups get into kids' fights? ”

Two of them fell back on either side with that one. As soon as I fell, the pumpkin ran again.

It was suffocating even for me on top.

Think of the owner, wolf cub.

I focused on my breathing. The vice filled the whole body beyond the Wish phase.

Enemy in my sights. The enemy saw me.

I can see the fairy's eyes. Seeing the embarrassment in my eyes, I felt pleasant.

Hey, asshole, do you think pumpkins are normal wolves?

The elf said with his own eyes.

My warts have enchanted countless cultured good varieties…….

Is that so?

My pumpkin was born of forbidden love!

I spoke to the Elf Warrior with my eyes for a short while.

I lowered myself again.

Boom!

Two strikes, Churrrm! You hear the screams of the wart, and you see his front foot fly away.

I didn't envy Pegasus or Grifon or Wyvern or the warts.

I've never done that before.

Pumpkin was the best rider I ever knew.

An open-mouthed pumpkin rushes to you. The elf lowers his jab to stop it. I stopped that jab with a spear.

Whip it up!

On the outside, it would look like a show made out of fire poop. A fireball that explodes between the raging wolf and the wart.

Most of the people who stopped because of my fighting were already around.

Judgment was dramatic.

While I held back the noble warrior's sword, the pumpkin chewed off two of the warts' forelegs, raising its tail and plunging the tip of its tail into his forehead.

Suddenly, as she breathed fire into her body, there was an extra layer of ice on the tip of her tail.

It was the strength of the wolf that fit both the mother and father's traits well together.

It was the strength of the wolf with the vice.

Ow!

The pumpkin on the devil's head cries.

“Look! This is my wolf! ”

I was shouted by God. The elf warrior steps down and rolls to his side, counting his retreat instead of using his hands from the moment he thinks his warts are pushed.

I can see blue smoke rising from his shoulders.

“This is the first time I've been here. ”

The elf speaks. He glances at the wart with his eyes and looks back at my wolf.

I couldn't quite read the emotions in his eyes. When I was curious, he said.

“I'll kill you and take the wolf. ”

...... huh?

“Great monument. ”

Hahaha, do you know what a pumpkin is?

Yeah, I bet. Who's gonna kill who?

“It's your turn. ”

When the pumpkin comes down from above, the pumpkin is soft and howls.

You don't believe me? Skunk! You don't seem to believe me. Watch this.

Your master and brother are going to show you something interesting from now on.

“Are you giving up the advantage? ”

The elf asks. I use the weight of the dragon to knock the spear down with my boot, drawing a semicircle.

A window blade popped out in a beat.

“Advantage?”

“Ride the wolf. ”

The elf said, "You seem to have a warrior pride and a deaf ear. It seems to be popular among noblemen."

I loosened my wrist and checked her condition.

“Don't make a fuss, you little prick. ”

I fought with the horses. Stop counting.

You made a mistake. You got pumpkins?

Don't let my pumpkin touch you. Son of a bitch.

Instead of flesh, filling my insides was offensive.

“You're making a mistake. ”

Send a small warning, and the elf says.

“I am a tree-level warrior. ”

Orcs are simple and humans are cunning.

And fairies are arrogant.

They believe in their superiority.

“My name is Chris Fraunmoont. ”

Son of a bitch, if you go to the middle continent and give me a name, the craziest pub will pour you free booze.

Pak.

You hit the ground and move. The elf's jab flies. It was three stabbing points and dots.

I pulled the window up from the bottom, down from the top, and hit that three dots.

Ta-da!

At the same time, I took a step forward. The fairy responded to the windpipe narrowing the streets.

I've narrowed it down more than that. Closer, faster.

After the streets of the spear disappear and the streets of the sword disappear.

The reaction of the bewildered fairy was not retreat, but rebellion.

He swings his fist. You turn your head and walk away.

Tuck.

I grabbed his shoulder, and he grabbed my wrist.

Skill against Orcs.

With strength when dealing with fairies.

It was a proposition I taught knights and soldiers.

Nymphs have few innate strength. It was also a reason to invest in strength instead of feeling as a vice.

I pressed down on his shoulder.

The elf flew up toward my wrist with its eyes wide open.

It was an amazing trick seen in a narrow space.

I reach out his elbow and grab him by the palm of my hand.

I'm fine!

Looking at his bounced arm, he presses down while holding his shoulder in his hand.

His body falters, unbalanced. You raise your knees to the side of his stomach.

Tongue!

He held up his knees and blocked mine. I erased what I was thinking and engraved a beat on my body.

According to Waltz 13, my body began to sing the storm.

The most important thing in super-range combat is not technology, but strength, you son of a bitch.

Soon after, there was a gap between the fairies who stopped my violence.

In a space where there was no room to pull out a dagger, you put your hands on the floor and turned around and kicked him in the head with your feet.

I'm fine!

I felt an exhilarating sensation in my toes with a cheerful sound.

I said, putting my hands on the ground and bouncing my back.

“Cool.”

The elf takes five steps back from the right spot.

He strokes his face with his hands.

Fairies are arrogant.

They are cold and cold.

Because of its arrogance and coldness, they cannot rest their emotions.

Orcs are often said to be hot and fairies cold.

“I will tear your limbs and scatter poison on the wind without burying them in the ground so that they cannot be fed."

The fairy told me, and I asked.

“Is that an insult? ”

A blue glow emanates from the elf's eyes, which have a footprint on its face.

The elf is unleashing the power of the site vice, which was never seen in close combat.