From a terminal Soldier to Monarch

You can see the eavesdropper moving here and there.

It was far away, but it seemed clear to Lind.

Some of them were unusual, and some were seen as wizards.

Of course, there would be a double task force.

Lynd weighed roughly the numbers.

‘There's still plenty. ’

And I opened my mouth at the same time as I thought.

“Yuxi.”

The crow squad's assistant, who was right next to the horse, shot an arrow.

Beep beep.

As the crying arrow flies, the troop's movements begin to change.

As he moves his troops, he recalls the drums ringing the day before.

The drum was a signal when there was a battle over the size of the white belt.

‘Three hundred.’

At that time, the number of attacks was 300.

How dare a slow-footed human attack?

I hear a nobleman making fun of me.

Lind recalls yesterday's battle calmly.

The raid was carried out by two hundred men, and the number of survivors was 180.

I didn't go out to die. It was more of a taunt.

‘But twenty. ’

There was no small loss. Then, the fairy sends three hundred warriors.

An ally was beaten by the raid. There, again, there was a warrior close to fifty.

Injured were hard to count. It was quite a one-sided experience for the first time here.

Lind purposely opened up a decoy. It was a seemingly obvious trick, and, of course, it didn't take much.

Instead, I've increased my number of surprise missions. After 300 noble warriors retreated, they returned to 500.

‘The drum rang yesterday morning. ’

And then a day later,

Lind restlessly observes the enemy with her eyes.

I can see the elf stabbing at the jab, sneaking back and pulling out his bow.

A noble warrior with a similar level of sword and bow.

As you swing your jab and the street opens, you pull out the man's longbow behind your back to shoot the arrow.

"Medical science is free. Shit. '

There was no border between the swordsman and the archer. It was already known.

Lynd survived the day without the vice knights. And I drew a similar pattern today.

I was in the middle of repeating the battle, one step at a time, against an ambush that looked so obvious.

Mmm-hmm.

Lind's ears twitch at the sound.

It was the cry of a cow.

“…… a cow. ”

He is the commander in charge of the rear, and the commander in charge of his feet and mouth of the whites looked back and reported.

Twice the confusion as to why there was a cow there, he was duty-bound.

It was a report on the changes in the rear.

Lind did not take care of the Commander's embarrassment. I didn't have to.

“The cow is bringing something. ”

The commander spoke.

‘There you are.'

It was what I was waiting for.

Thud Thud.

You hear the wheels being pulled to the ground. A herd of cattle appears with difficulty dragging things.

The siege weapon was the one that appeared on the road through the forest.

It was actually a weapon prepared by the Eidmoon.

The cow that was used to pave the way became a porter that turned off the catapult.

‘Maybe it's a cold land. ’

No matter how much I paved the road, it was difficult to pave a solid path for the wheels to roll.

It doesn't rain, so it doesn't squirm, so it's the only way left. If it had rained once, the road would have been a mess.

Rind looks back and turns his head back to the front before raising his hand.

The hand gesture flew once more.

Beep, beep, beep!

You can see the agitator shooting an arrow, rubbing his finger against the hip, and preparing for the next one.

Lynd puts his hand in his chest and pulls out the Vitalian stone.

As I hold it in my hand and quietly recite the starter words, the stone soon cries.

It was a signal to two commanders.

One of the Five Hundred Elf Swordsman, who was met by an archer, falls behind.

‘Exciting.'

A noble army tries to pursue in triumph.

It was as far as the main base could go to run away.

Even if it looks like it will chase to the end of the continent, the main army will retreat sharply, moving at all costs.

It's a technique I've seen many times before.

Lynd waits with the stone in his hand.

Dagdac! Dagdac!

“Hello!”

The Perth comes running, shouting.

I know, I know. Lind glances at him, reciting in her heart.

I'd like to go out and fight, but the knight was complaining about why we need to keep this going.

‘Young.'

Perth is more like it, but he was a plant in a greenhouse.

No matter how badly I grew up, it was just me and Chris.

The experience of going through a life-threatening battlefield was a kind that could not be satisfied anywhere.

That's why you thought it was possible, right? ’

Are you sure you want to kill the dragon?

Lind fills the horse's belly with limping legs, burying his brother-in-law.

The horse twists to the left as he wishes.

It was a wider view than the previous location.

“Aaron. Help allies retreat with the Crow Squad. Shoot arrows in the form of 3 · 4 · 1, but shoot in the form of 1 · 1 · 1 if allies are within range of attack." "

There was no clearer directive.

His instructions were clear, simple and accurate.

Aefre follows his lead, leading the cavalry out.

“Digo.”

His words lead to a knight who resembles a bear that has been hanging on like a statue.

“Tell me.”

“Prepare to depart. ”

Hiiiiiiing!

The Scraper he rides cries first before Digo.

Lind secures her seat with her thighs tight. It was my own angst.

This is the last resort. If the enemy comes this far, we will lose the battle.

If we lose here, Chris wins, but there's no turning back.

Then I had to win. Lind pulls out the map that hit him in the head.

‘No place to hide, no place to hide. ’

This place isn't flat, but there's no way to bypass it on the land beyond the iceberg.

Unless two or three elites move, it will stand out.

So all the attacks so far have been easy to prepare.

So it was easy to prepare for our raid, right? ’

A clumsy enticement angers the enemy. However, a large army did not move.

“Sir Perth. ”

“Anytime, you're free to go. ”

First-in-Wolves said: The sword on his waist vomits.

Artifacts.

Rind waits with his left hand for snow and his right hand for a bitterly stone.

The catapult isn't something you can use right now.

This is for threats everywhere.

The nobles are masters of the White War. If we weren't prepared to make blood cakes together with our allies fighting them, we'd have a weapon that was hard to use even if we were ready.

It is, of course, a story when we are close together.

‘It's different when you're apart. ’

You want to keep your distance?

You want to buy us some time?

Did you really want us to die like this?

Eat the ear of the nobleman next to you.

Lind speaks to the unnamed enemy commander in her mind and recites it out loud.

“Prepare for dialysis. ”

As he speaks, the commander sends a messenger back.

You hear the catapult being held by the cow. The sound of thumping, the sound of rolling rocks, the breath of exhausted cows.

Kursr. Deedred.

There is a dialysis machine that is pushed with all its might from behind the cows to see if the wheels have been broken.

A catapult right behind you.

If you have fairy vision, you can still see it.

Arrows fly over the pursuers.

As three shots fly and defend against them, they quickly fire four shots at you.

Then, through the gaps in the distance, you create a boundary with one arrow.

The crow army turned the space they ran into an arrow field, as if they were one person.

Excellent work.

‘Three-way compression.'

Lynd draws an overview of the operation in his head.

And I looked at the fleeing enemy.

What would you do if you saw the catapult? ’

The greatest advantage of humans is the diversification of tools. And Lynd has fought countless battles, realizing his weaknesses.

It was a fatal weakness.

‘If the weapon is not jab, there are several individual weapons. ’

I insisted on traditional weapons, making sure there was no proper Cho ByeongChang, even with such a large number of troops.

Rather, the North's Forest Guard's weapon was more spectacular.

Lynd ponders.

It was a blind spot to live a long life.

‘There's no need for progress. ’

Lynd, a soldier and scholar who has explored countless historical books, was able to come to a close conclusion.

Long-lived fairies did not need to diversify their weapons.

War was a long story for them.

Instead, Angling fills that gap. I tamed a fine horse and handed it over to Humans. I made meat powder for supply.

That was their limit.

There were no catapults or shredded vehicles in their heads.

‘Of course.'

Henceforth, the battle between the duc and the fornicator was mostly fought.

I didn't need skills

They had no reason to attack the castle. If they needed an ambush, they chose to infiltrate some of the Elves.

So there's no reason to build a weapon like this.

Lind grabs the Vitality Stone.

You can see Digo breathing in front of you, leaving immediately.

Chris, the Master will need fierce combat here to be safe.

Lynd trusted his friend and lord.

‘I'm going because I can win. ’

Chris is not an idiot. Know your place.

Then why did you do such a reckless thing?

If we capture the Emperor, this war will be over? ’

War is not a game that one or two minds play.

But Chris ran to the Emperor alone.

Lynd could see why that was possible.

It was like the Kingdom of Fraunmut. The heart of the country was Chris, and without Chris, it could be devastating.

Are they the same as the North?

‘Cause I could have. ’

Lynd recalls his friendship. Ever since I was a kid.

He was a genius. He was born different.

He was always a glowing friend.

As a friend, I felt natural about what had happened so far.

Ugh.

Stone cries. A call from the impatient Digo.

Lind rings the stone three times, which means don't wait any longer.

It was a signal of advancement.

You can see the fairy army moving with the currents.

After seeing the catapult, I couldn't help but move forward.

It was a natural outcome.

Lynd wanted that, too.

‘The advantage is this way. ’

Lind predicted the outcome of a simple struggle.

‘Win.'

The power of the vice knights will make it possible.

I just saw one of the knights leading the charge to make it happen.

The name of the horse that pierces through the sunlight is Scraper.

The knight on top is named Digo.

He runs out past the Knights of the Walls of the Canneruck following him.

A knight appears to have stepped out in front of the masses, traversing the cold and unfamiliar space.

The user seems to be crushed by a swarm of opposing Pokémon shortly.

No matter how big you are, you are just one person compared to the waves made by the troops.

But he didn't look weak at all. Overwhelming power emanates from his body.

He heaves his hand upward.

His guillotine moves as long as his legs hold on to the horse.

Huang.

I thought I heard the wind.

In front of a charging army of devil fairies, Digo's guillotine wields the devil's tongue.

Everything that touched his tongue flew into the air.

Head, face, arms, legs, weapons, warts.

They all blow up as if someone had thrown them.

As soon as the strike is over, a fireball flies over Digo's head.

They got what they deserved.

I didn't send a Utterly Warrior against a natural enemy of Utility.

He was a wizard instead.

Do you think that's gonna make a difference? ’

Lind knows more about Digo, Jen Reed, Alice, and so on than Chris.

To be precise, he was right to say he observed more than that.

"Hell."

If you were a fairy, you would have peed the moment you saw Digo.

‘Goddamn pee-pee. ’

Thinking that far, Lind smiles with her tongue in her nickname.

A fireball that fell on top of Digo in the meantime.

Digo pulls and reaches for the guillotine.

P-u-ng!

You hear the sound as far as he goes. You stick out a flaming tongue that bursts into the air.

There is no smoke. The magic fireball disappears from the air.

Digo heavily swings his guillotine in place as the speed stops.

His guillotine, the sickle of the autumn harvest, cut through countless grains.

The neck and body of the elf that became Isaac shed blood.

* * *

Spent a whole day riding the ice wall.

“Let's get some sleep. ”

I was excellent at making eye contact and restoring health everywhere.

You place the ice castle in front of your nose and place yourself on a cliff on the ice wall.

It's a comfy bed unless it collapses.

You close your eyes, check your equipment for proper relief, and look for the entrance to the iceberg.

I looked around quite a few places and there was only one entrance. You see a large door and a column that big on either side.

The tall door and the pillar decorating it were engraved with the dragon's head.

When I looked closely, it was a high and large door that I had to look up.

Is that thing gonna open?

You see a dark blue opaque door and a thick doorknob near the crystal.

Beneath it, the door was slammed open frequently, judging by the marks on the floor. Thanks to the marks on the door, you can see the fan marks on the floor.

Now, I can't see the guards, but I've raised my ears.

I didn't feel any distinction inside the door.

But my senses and my sixth sense gave me warning. There was definitely something behind the door.

It was not just a structure that could open the door quietly.

What's the matter with you?

A trick of magic or utility.

Sometimes I would see such craftsmanship in a hidden cave. A door that opens from the inside but never opens from the outside.

Well, you can tell them to open it from the inside.

I don't think I'll just knock to let you in, but if I tell you to yell at a whale, you'll only get a whole bunch of distractions.

The emperor himself. Maybe there are two guards guarding him.

I felt the need for a different color call.

“Pumpkin, let's get to work. ”

I stroked the pumpkin's head and put two Refining Cloaks in my mouth.

I whispered to the pumpkin's ear, and soon my wolf saw me once and spurted a nostril and turned my whole body into golden fur.

I felt the heat just by standing nearby.

I pulled out five fossils from my arms.

About ten steps ahead of the gate, I calculated roughly the width and stacked five fossils.

He gestured to wait for the pumpkin and tied the wire with a dagger in the appropriate place based on the fan marks on the floor.

I repeated the same thing and sprayed the dust on the strained wire appropriately. A few drops of kelp were scattered over the wire.

I mixed up the glue made from herbs so that the drops wouldn't be easily removed.

If you step on it wrong, you'll suffer a lot.

I climbed up one of the pillars and tied my butt to the dragon's head.

It was a secret pillar ride that didn't make even the smallest noise.

When I was a child, I could see that my woodworking skills blossomed here.

When I spread my two fingers on the column, the pumpkin opens its mouth.

Looking deep inside his mouth, you see a red flower blooming inside.

A red chunk spits across your throat.

Glug glug.

Immediately, a flame flew from the pumpkin's mouth and struck the fossil stone. Immediately, a sudden heat set the stone ablaze.

Boom!

Moderate noise and moderate flames, an epic heat to melt the ice.

It was spectacular, but even with that heat, the ice didn't melt.

Yuck!

The gates of heavy crystals are opened.

A few noblemen protrude out of the gate without the peninsula open.

The man in the lead screams backwards.

"Aah!"

Are you a wizard because you're in a robe?

He falls down, bleeding from his shin, caught in a wire full of tar dust.

He falls and rolls, shouting.

“Burk, Burk! ”

It sounded like I wanted to be careful.

A few more have fallen since then. Then the man with the jab shows up, finds the wire, and slaps it straight down with his sword.

One of the ting- and lodged daggers bounces off.

You're strong.

And he found the source of the flame.

The pumpkin stops the breathing fire and raises its head.

Owwww!

Then I swelled up as much as I could and cried a long time.

All the eyes of the fairy are on it.

After that, they watch the floor carefully for traps. As the warriors make their way through the pumpkin power, I climb onto the pillar and through the door above their heads.

He was a martyr.