From a terminal Soldier to Monarch

One day in line maintenance.

Another day to decorate the camp and the boarding house.

Set a perimeter for the scouts and open up the rear supply corridor in four days.

Preparations began to emerge.

The Perth is not alone.

With the exception of the Eastern Reinforcements and the Southern Reinforcements, half a dozen Marines have arrived.

Five thousand men marched to form a camp.

And three days, it's time to talk about dragons instead of dragons.

In fact, there were only Lynd and Canneruck and a few commanders who were talking about it.

“Dragons don't exist. ”

Lind represented everyone's conclusion.

I looked up at the sky.

The clouds are so pretty.

One cloud was like a fire-breathing dragon, and one cloud was like a knight on a horse.

Some clouds looked like ships flying in the sky.

With the sun shining, even the cold winters of the North Continent felt like weather that could withstand.

The cold breeze subsided, and from this morning the weather was sunny.

It's relative, but it looks really warm when the weather clears.

“Those bastards. ”

Alice mutters right next to you. I saw a noble army beneath the cloudy museum.

It was an ambush and a fall.

While we were preparing, the noble army continued to carry out small sneak attacks.

When you get bigger, you can't stop them all.

‘You used your hair well. ’

I admit it.

The opposing Pokémon focuses on killing one or two humans, even if fever of the warrior dies.

‘Should I have fooled him? ’

I did something obvious that opened the way to the castle and ignored it.

I don't know which side of the empire or my army the time will raise, but I've never fallen for a seemingly obvious trap.

“You're being cruel without Angling. ”

Until then, Lynd also laughed at them.

It's time to spend ten days like that.

“Don't leave. ”

I saw Lind talking. Alice is about to step back with the lights on and go after the troops.

“Let it go again? ”

“We can't afford to lose troops. Stay alert as usual. ”

Yeah, that's the answer.

The general's senses, which stemmed from the EXP, stood sharp and announced changes throughout the battlefield.

I said, integrating intuition with luck and the information my senses give me.

“East.”

I've done this a few times, so Alice threw up on me instead.

“Are you a prophet? ”

Lind mutters at your side.

“A hunch.”

“Nine for ten is convenient. ”

Lind mutters. His eyes do not fall from the battlefield.

Goddamn emperor.

There were still more noblemen than allies. If Mr. Palmer hadn't joined us, it would have been quite dangerous.

“Whew.”

Lind picks her breath next to her. I thought he'd be pretty tired.

Reinforce the perimeter of the battlefield, establish the vice knights outside the army, and explore the dragon's presence in the meantime.

I'm an me.

Rind presses his glance briefly and turns his eyes. His eyes met, and I asked him naturally.

“What about the legs?"

“Does it matter? ”

Lind replied, pressing his hand against his so-called lame leg.

The wound was severe.I treated it with the herbs that Piece gave me and all the herbs I know, but I can't make a leg grow without it.

Would it be better to imprint on Jen Reed's Weiss method?

I don't think so.

The technique is influenced by personality.

I thought the art form was the result of longing.

Designed to stand at the forefront and stop an enemy from coming to me, Digo's technique was the mainstay of the Nine Towers.

It gives up the senses and builds the strength of the body.

What belonged to Wheelken was to sharpen and polish his sword.

Alice changed the method of craftsmanship to a sword called the Eight Wings.

Jen Reed wanted to fight without tiring.

Lois has developed a technique to suit her talents.

Lynd builds up the vice for one arrow and puts all his energy into shooting it.

As a result of his endless training knowing his traits, Lynd could have killed four noble warriors of his own rank.

Others were the same.

So I couldn't give Lynd what belonged to Jenryd.

There is no law that suggests transferring a technique that changes to fit the body.

I was very sorry to hear that.

“It matters to me. ”

“Yes, I'm fine. ”

Lind shakes his head slightly and replies. It was in the middle of the battlefield and there was a war going on.

“It's a consumption.”

Lind was a horse.

I knew it. Crazy people.

An emperor who allows a situation in the battlefield where only a few humans die, even if the fairy fever dies, or the commanders who enforce it.

“I am Baisa Alice! ”

Alice captures the troops who launched an ambush from the east. Your raid will fail.

At the same time, I saw what was happening in the head of an army.

It didn't actually happen, but it will.

“Ambush!”

One of the commanders shouted very loudly.

Vise Knight could not defend the entire army.

“Reverse power! ”

Your commander fought well.

You are well prepared for an ambush and defeated.

I drenched the ground with fairy blood and flesh and warmed the cold air.

Once again, the elf died close to the proportion of the teenagers.

“We will lose. ”

Lind said I couldn't deny it.

The senses surrounding the battlefield made the situation more clear than ever before.

I saw the results coming in from the realm of intuition and sixth sense, and I thought, why is that?

Enemies are numerous.

We cannot advance any further.

You can't climb the ice without the vice knights.

If we lose all of these troops and win, is that a winning war?

After all, the Emperor's war is a foothold of advantage.

At the end of my thought, my senses became sharper and showed me the future.

Continuous surprise, constant combat.

A year, two years, three years, a long time ago, as the sun changed.

Overcome snowstorms, strengthen the supply corridors, and in the meantime, build a vacancy in the North Forest and build a tent city. Supply will be solved.

A small group of surviving sentries sneaking around and harassing you will be just as much trouble as a raging monster.

And more than half the men in this position, no. Let's be honest.

They will all die. In order to get there, Fraunmund will have to advance towards the iceberg eventually.

Neither Ralph nor Canneruck will survive.

“Your Grace."

The commander who calls me now will die.

Every soldier who cried out for me will die. I remember my days in the 7th Infantry.

The soldier who gave it to me when I was moaning because I didn't have a pair of boots.

A soldier who fed pumpkin milk.

Soldier who risked his life for his friend before the battle.

Why are they here?

One day passed, the full moon rising after the sun of the day was like a lump of ice.

Glacier Hill was so cold at night. It was time to sit in the tent and look at the large bag of cloth with hot stones.

“Chris.”

Lynd's in.

“You have to decide. ”

He said he was right.

It's also a way to fight with all your strength.

There was also a way back.

The war is won and the Emperor's life is lost.

There was such a way.

* * *

Look, I am Arth Jungberry.

That's how I wanted to shout it.

Several schemes have failed.

Arth Jungbury realizes where this place is.

“This is Glacier Hill. ”

After reciting it alone, he changed the overview of the operation.

It was a form of thorough consumption. The result resulted in a gruesome death battle between allies.

But I did get something.

Do you have a fortuneteller? ’

The enemy is well prepared for an unprecedented surprise. I couldn't gain a shy advantage in any battle.

‘Small-scale splits. ’

Arth Jungberry will tear the troops apart and peck them again.

Surprises of less than 10 teenagers were also achieved on a human basis. In some cases, thirty warriors were hit and left behind.

There were more than ten such battles at a time.

The enemy's vice knights are broken, and there is no great advantage in avoiding them.

Even in this complex battlefield, the enemy's vice knights were there, no matter how deadly.

I felt like there was a real fortuneteller.

So I even put it in the calculations and fought.

He gives up his strategy and tactics, like Angling.

I pushed the numbers instead. Fairies outnumbered humans.

“Time is on my side. ”

Arth Jungbury makes it seem like he can win this fight if he protects the Emperor.

Can you stand it? ’

If the humans go back.

‘That's what benefits me. ’

You will have time to regroup. And you will be the second Angling Lisoness.

On the contrary, if you insist, that would be the culmination of your own trap.

This is the climax of the stage. Arth Jungberries desperately hoped that the human race would sink his beating heart and look beyond the darkness.

* * *

It's the most dangerous moment when you think there are only two options.

How can there be only one way in life?

There are tens and hundreds of ways to handle herbs. Don't form anything. Open your head and open your eyes.

Cooking is baked, boiled, boiled, cooked, and there are so many different techniques. Boil it and bake it if it doesn't taste good.

I remembered the words of those who killed my teacher. At the same time, Jennifer's teachings hit her head.

When you rob a dungeon full of treasure, you don't have to go ahead.

If you dig from behind, you can avoid all the traps.

‘Behind the scenes.’

I saw the back of a fairy army.

It was visible, even if it wasn't a sensation that originated from experience.

I saw what I had to do to do that.

If the opposing Pokémon is crazy, they have to show that this is crazy, too.

Twelve consecutive days of small-scale combat.

I stand at the forefront of the battlefield, taking a deep breath and gathering sound.

Everyone was busy looking at what I was doing.

Commanding Officer, Watching Soldier, Watching Knight, Standing behind me like a cavalry that will run if you give the order to attack immediately. Yeah, we can't kill them all.

I chose a new option instead of two.

That's the kind of operation Lind's been nagging all night and nagging all day.

But they do crazy things like that.

I burst the sound of collecting.

* * *

You son of a bitch! You little slut! Hide in your skirt pot and piss your pants for the rest of your life!

“Oh, here we go again. ”

Ralph mutters.

Then the blacksmith next to him lifted his boots and shoved the dirt inside.

“Was he always like that? I heard you used to live in the same unit. ”

“You don't believe me, do you? ”

As Ralph opened his eyes, the blacksmith answered with his boots on.

“It's kind of hard to believe, isn't it? Well, I know the Duke came up from the terminal soldier, but does it make sense that the man who was with him was my direct supervisor? ”

“What's not to like? ”

Ralph looks away and replies. Ralph sees someone breathing again.

Armor made of balanced body with dark blue hair, spears and scales in your left hand.

White and navy cloaks are appropriately colored and scattered by the wind.

He was his king.

“Oh, you have to believe me. Really.”

The Dozens mutter. Ralph decides whether to shave his head.

Meanwhile, the blacksmith, who had his helmet fixed, opened his mouth again.

“Is that what he's always like? ”

You damn lizard! Don't you have any pride?! Come out and fight! The emperor is moody! You don't even have a diaper on!

I heard the king's curse. You can't only hear it in your own ears.

It was a widespread shout in the ears of the entire army, or the entire noble army.

Thanks to that shout, two of the noblemen who were conducting the raid turned their swords to the Lord.

It was a pleasure made by a cruel insult.

The sarcastic speech followed quite a bit. The Emperor's parents were summoned, so they cursed and disappeared for no reason.

That's a little harsh. Ralph thinks about his king.

It is time for the titles "saint" from the nursery to "hero."

He's not just any man.

I thought so from the beginning. Achievements piled up in the Swordsmanship, became knights in the Squire, and became vice knights.

I fought and fought and saw that the king of Cercado was on his side, and that the king of Parmund was also favorable to him, even though he occupied the fortress of Parmund.

And he became king.

Who would call him ordinary?

‘It's really about living twice in the world. ’

Ralph can't leave the battlefield. It was not a bad choice to risk your life for your king rather than die in a mercenary army.

So I did.

That's why Ralph came all the way here. At least not on the outside.

He just wanted to see his hero.

He leaves the Dozens behind and opens his mouth.

“How much damage do you think your allies have done in battle so far? ”

“I don't know.”

How much would the captain know if he knew?

“Then let me ask you this. Did you think you could win by coming here? ”

The commander was honest.

“I thought we were setting up proper boundaries in the forest and expanding the territory. ”

I didn't know we could fight like this.

That was normal.

Who tramples the land I've never seen in my life and stabs the heart of an enemy across an empire that is an enemy?

He was crazy.

The commander swallowed the last word.

If you say something like that to Ralph, he'll bash your head in.

“So are we losers now? ”

No. You have won the battle, and the wind in the battlefield is clearly blowing towards the Prawnmunds.

In fact, the commander did not understand that.

I've lived as a mercenary and fought this battlefield, that battlefield, quite severely.

He finds a singularity in Ralph's words.

“He's strangely dead. ”

It was a giant slalom. Fighting on a much smaller scale would require a much larger number of dead people than usual.

However, the Dozens beside him lived, and the surviving Dozens said that they were six.

If that's the average, less than half of the troops who marched here died.

How did this happen?

Ralph replied, thinking inside.

“He is my lord, my hero and my king. There must be a will. ”

If you think about it, you don't have to know. Just do what you have to do.

And what Ralph said was real. I don't know what that means, but Chris was after something.

No one could have anticipated it in this situation.

No, you were right not to do that to a normal person.