From a terminal Soldier to Monarch

Sarr.

The dust in my hands was scattered in the wind.

The soil on the waves that crosses the White Land's white soil is thin and light.

The pale brown soil immediately caused dust when it was kicked with its feet.

Immediately after ordering the Bittalia Stones, I got up using a mercenary staff.

“Ugh.”

“I'm dying. ”

You see the body of a fairy stretched out between soldiers moaning in a dragon wind. The light soil quickly covered his body.

It's not a desert. It's a dust storm.

Thanks to you, I've covered all the dust in the distance. I had to look close first and put the situation in my head.

‘The vice knights are the vice warriors. ’

What would I do if I was the only one among those idiots with long ears if I were an Elf Strategist?

If I were Angling, I'd use magic as a weapon in my spleen.

It's not on the Central Continent, but it's a weapon in the North Empire.

It was good enough as a weapon of the spleen.

That's what wise men with slow green eyes did. That was well within my expectations.

Of course, something went beyond my expectations.

Fairy strength was the first error.

‘You fight better than I thought. ’

The Nymph warrior level was high. I have wounds on my shoulders, chest and thighs.

You can see where the molten metal is.

It was a great strength.

I naturally tried to study the battle with the fairy I fought a while ago.

“Lord.”

A commander summons me without a moment to think. The man in the back has a dirty brown-haired beard, and his helmet's visor has been blown off somewhere in combat.

“We have to retreat. ”

I saw his face with his courage. I shake my head at an unnamed commander.

“I won. ”

The commander blinks. The blink of his eye says, "What do you mean? Started with," Are you finally crazy? "and turned into," Are you hurt your head? "

I pointed my finger forward, leaning against the dragon, because I was tired of answering daily.

In order to chew up what I learned in battle, I took the battlefield situation as a whole.

“Look.”

You can see the Knight of the Forge struggling well, with a hole in his stomach, running out of patience.

As the moonlight dances, the elf archer's neck flies through the hollow air.

Beyond that, Digo, who was dragged away without finding the enemy, simply reverses the situation.

He charged towards the enemy camp and killed all the elves around him with his guillotine. With one swing, the body of the elf's limbs, intestines, bones, and blood bloomed into the air.

Vise Night on the fifth floor or higher is a natural disaster.

How many times have my knights...?

“Son of a bitch! I am Baisa Alice! ”

I turned my eyes to the sound I heard in my thoughts. Alice stands in front of a dead fairy with a high quake.

The elf's hand is gripped with a chain, and you see a piece of iron attached to it.

What the hell is that?

It was a weapon that was all broken and could not be found in its original form.

And the place where my eyes were headed was where the knights of judgment were.

Lois saves ten minutes of her talent. I saw him just about to battle.

‘Crazy bastard.’

Despite his insides, I nod at his throw.

It was the best I could do. He puts himself at risk.

You reach out to both the arrow aiming at you and the sword.

‘I'll get you some armor. ’

It would have been easier. Royse had no armor on the fifth floor.

I didn't have time to get his armor.

Instead, he unleashed his talents for ten minutes.

Royse moves two feet ahead of the opposing team. When the opponent reaches out, it already dodges and predicts the trajectory of the next flying arrow.

‘You don't know that. ’

It is the result of sharp judgement that comes with a crisis, not knowing it and stopping it.

You see Royse's sword pierce the thighs of two swordsmen and raise the cautious man's head in fists.

The victory and defeat is over. No matter how many dragons one archer uses, there will be no escaping the pursuit of a Vice Knight of that level.

Lois is a well-trained knight. During Sercado's knight training, there was also training in pursuit and seclusion.

The result of Weiss's senses and training will be enough to keep the archers at bay.

“Whew.”

I breathed out loud. Lois fought well even though I couldn't get her some armor.

I remembered the time I spent a year away from the North Empire. Treasure seeking days were boring but lively, lively but patient.

Jennifer, thank you.

I wouldn't have given up in the middle if it wasn't for her.

Avoiding the trap was easy, and pulling the treasure out of the back wasn't hard.

But the treasure I wanted was set, so I had to find it and wander around.

Jennifer was familiar with that kind of information. It was Heman time to combine rumors with memories from my past life.

I thought the current battle was over for quite a long time.

Starting from the war with Palmoon, you encountered a disease called the Curse, and from there, you sent his disciple back and stopped the Orc Wave.

A second time I saw my prediction swallow fire in front of me.

I didn't expect it, but the pumpkin fought magic well.

We pumpkins are good.

Owwww!

The pumpkin cried. I'll help you.

You bend at your waist and raise your spear to roll the floor.

“Uh, my spear. ”

A lustful soldier mutters. A soldier who was caught in a dragon wind and fell next to me.

“Lord?”

A courageous commander summons me again.

“I won. ”

I gave him the answer and looked at the flaming lion, enchanted by magic. Then he pulls his shoulder back and throws the spear.

Wind!

The javelin pierces the air and makes a hole. He pierces the head of a lion.

The flames of the lion pierced his head spread out for a moment before he could see them clumping back together.

Yeah, well, metal doesn't work against magic.

But I was able to stall.

Angling, you bastard.

You think I've been back for a year, making maps and looking for a bunch of armor?

I have magic in the Northern Empire, and I have no means against him. You think I just walked in here?

What Angling expected was a few artifacts. You can imagine giving it to a few of the major troops.

Vise Knight will destroy the Wizard's army on his own.

But is that really necessary?

A dagger, not the blade of Weiss, was enough to kill a fairy without a vice.

* * *

‘My name is Rachel. ’

Rachel reminded herself of her name.

It was not pleasant. It was a name he had named, not the name the Lord had given me.

“Now.”

The assassin of the Green Scarecrow family standing beside her pretending to be nothing, Shui spoke to her.

Rachel nods, lowering her belly to the ground and advancing like a crouch.

The low, slow movement to arrive is behind the battlefield.

“There's got to be a lunatic mumbling and handshaking in the air. Those bastards.”

I remembered the Lord's words. I told you to choose only those who are not the enemy commanders.

I began to see them in her eyes.

A man who mumbles into the air.

A man who raises a strange prayer with his palm on the ground.

A man who reaches up to the sky and wags his head to the left and to the right.

"Is magic the hallmark of a madman? ’

Rachel finds the target and twists two fingers to extend her arms out to her side.

Fifty assassins who received the call started to move.

It was a separate party that was joined by Rachel and the Green Secret Family.

It wasn't much, and the tide on the battlefield was with Weiss Knight, so there was no one to notice.

Rachel regrets that she has nowhere else to hide.

The deadbeat, who was doing strange things, was high on his heels, and it was impossible to hide from the position where he had to climb up.

"Shall I throw it?"

Rachel thinks about it as she runs. But soon I stopped thinking about it.

It was time to trust the Lord.

“Furem!”

A fairy calls to the ground from above.

The assassins and Rachel run.

“...... Huh?"

The elf frowns. Then he quickly changed the shape of his hands a few times and mumbled something with his mouth and shouted.

“Hookram!”

Nothing happened this time. Rachel teases you diligently.

Now I can throw a dagger and hit an eye or a nostril.

“Ventram!”

Then another fairy called out. Suddenly, a flame rises from the air.

‘Ah.'

Rachel forcefully shouted, watching the fire, that she could barely keep her feet together.

“Ten klicks ahead! ”

If you step within ten paces, you are signaled to engage in individual combat.

Then rachel jumps into the fire. The heat couldn't harm her even if she got close.

Bloop!

Vitalia said.

Magical flames and natural flames are completely different.

Magic is a temporary deception of the forces in the natural world.

So, if you have anti-magic items on your body, light magic will be ineffective.

And the Lord predicted.

All wizards will turn on the battlefield. So the only magic that can hit you will be running towards you.

The prediction was correct.

The vast majority of the artifacts that the Lord gathered over the continent for a year were anti-magic and magic invalidations.

Rachel's body pierces the flames.

You see a powerful expression of a fairy who is embarrassed. It was beautiful.

Rachel sticks a dagger in her face. You tear the fairy's throat without the black dagger from the Orc battle.

“Grrrgh!”

You grab the neck and snap it to the side, avoiding the bleeding fairy.

Wood Duck!

My neck was broken and my head was sagging to the side.

One.

Rachel reflectively counted the number of targets in front of her eyes.

Fifty? No, more than that.

“Puen!"

You hear the cry of a fairy. It was not a magical starter word, so Rachel was able to infer its meaning with ease.

Why?

It was a voice filled with injustice.

* * *

Jenryd wields her axe cautiously as she looks at the running fairy warrior's jab.

Squishy squishy!

Six jabs bounce off the side of his axe.

They were bored. Fifty men jumped to the front without a moment's notice.

You'd better run if you're looking for a stamina advantage.

They were relentlessly overwhelmed.

Jenryd fits into their fight.

While we were fighting for a long time, the sun was falling down on us and we said we were struggling with our physical strength, but our body wounds increased because we were fiercely aiming at each other's kills.

Jenryd's body without armor has had a few vibrations.

Just a few minutes ago, the wound on the thigh from a fairy's throat was quite deep.

"Hmm."

Jenryd finds it uncomfortable to use her feet. At the same time, I thought of my colleague and master.

Let me ask you a question.

Jenryd discards what she gained in the cave, and it allows her to train. I didn't get that much.

I also wanted to boast.

I thought everyone would want to know what they got. But Alice, who likes to fight, only sees the Lord.

Lind is not interested at all, and Digo swings his axe spear alone to see if he has any concerns.

I thought I'd talk to Whelken, but the mad knight was having a serious conversation with his sword.

I thought about meeting Royse, but he's doing everything he can to raise his knights.

“Fuck you all! Go to hell! ”

Seeing him roll the knights shouting so loudly, Jenryd had to acknowledge that he was the most normal category of man.

So no one knew what they had gained.

“Can you do it? ”

Until the Lord sent him here.

‘Amazing.'

Chris thought he could see through people. Jenryd recalls a small, shabby tent where she met him.

I thought we were gonna be friends.

When I saw how to handle the herbs, I thought I'd become a skillful friend.

When the scouting and combat is over, I thought it was okay to pose as a commander on my own.

I wanted to give my name.

I wanted to give him a name.

He was a man who lacked nothing as his master.

He was someone who believed in himself.

Two fairy necks were obtained with thigh wounds and a few vipers.

‘The calculations are incorrect. ’

Jelly said he saw it, so he must have resented himself.

Jenryd, who was excited and snorting, said.

“That was fun.”

The elf pack does not react. I just rushed in as if I were looking at a windmill without emotion.

Jenryd mutters.

Body, body, let's move.

The first thing Chris ordered, it was a shocking surprise.

The second one I ordered, bought us some time.

The third thing I ordered.

“Show me what you have. I'm excited."

Believe in yourself.

The scar on his body begins to heal horribly.

The elf at the forefront of seeing it opened his eyes. I wasn't a troll. I thought I knew what I was doing.

Yeah, I was surprised at first.

Jenryd mutters to himself. Weiss works differently depending on the person.

Jenryd named her vice "The Flying Falcon."

Transformed vices accelerate the body.

His body heals many times faster and gives him strength and speed many times faster than before.

A simple axe has begun.

Pow, pow!

A force faster and more powerful than ever breaks a few fairy jabs.

And the head of the fairy in the back split in half and the back of the fairy spit out the by-products inside.

"Strange."

It was a horrific increase in the axe blade of the miner. I didn't feel familiar with my hands.

Jenryd opens her hand with the sack and grabs it again.

I felt a familiar grip. Adaptation was quick.

A herd of fairies rushes in, instead of fearing. Jenryd shakes her axe without hesitation, turning her eyes toward her goal.

I can see him pulling the trigger already, far away.