From a terminal Soldier to Monarch

The wind is the same as usual, but the current wind feels colder.

"Why are you like this? ’

I wanted to ask anyone, but no one answered.

No, there's one left.

The man who commands this battlefield, Chris Fraunmut.

In fact, Lynd has become the supreme commander and commander of the current battlefield, but I had no idea that Arth Jungbury had gone behind his back to assassinate the Emperor.

“Chris, Chris, Chris. ”

The memories of the moments that have been encountered since the eighth gate came flooding in.

Combined with the battlefield, his thoughts and patterns, we predicted his movements.

The battlefield should not be flowing like this.

‘Behind the scenes. ’

I believed so.

It had to be Chris Fraunmund. But there was no such attempt.

No, there was, but Arth Jungbury didn't know.

Wheeing.

The cold wind sweeps through your lungs. I thought it would be chilly.

The anti-blood elf had a body temperature similar to that of a human, unlike a pure blood elf. Thanks to this, Arth Jungberry was cold, even though he had a coat over his thick fur.

Of course, it was luxurious to feel cold. You see a horrifying crowd running in front of you.

Perth in Wolfs.

A knight with a grudge against himself.

“Stand back or die. ”

A warrior with a dead escort speaks from behind.

If you run, you'll live?

Arth Jungbury did what he could because he wanted to ask again.

Even if he later did not receive recognition for his abilities, even if the Emperor asked him to surrender his head, he had to accept the defeat of this war.

Funny. The power of the fairy and empire has been severely shattered by the man-made force of Chris.

“Please inform the king of the battlefield. ”

A wizard in a robe nods and starts stirring his fingers in the air.

As he turns away from his magic, Arth Jungberg draws out his last resort.

“And I will call upon the last of my blade troops for assistance. ”

Half of it was more like a cipher.

The last blade was to call for the battle of the Emperor and his guard.

It was actually the same thing that called for the emperor.

The warrior in charge of the escort frowns.

“Arth Jungbury, that's admitting defeat. ”

A damn eye ornament.

So you think staying here is gonna make a difference?

“A warrior with the magic and power of the empire has just entered the battle. ”

The warrior says, "Arth Jungberg pointed forward without a smile."

“Look.”

Fraunmuts to feed the dogs.

Arth Jungberry was able to predict because his brain was spinning faster than a stupid warrior with a poop on his head.

And the situation he had predicted was just unfolding before his eyes.

* * *

Whenever Hulken moves, it hurts because of Abel's wounds.

Of course, he was a fearsome fairy, because there were no such votes on the outside.

Sneak. Sneak, Whip.

Every time a sword called the moonlight goes into the air, a fairy's neck pops up.

Knights of the Forgotten fit for nicknames.

It wasn't meant to be.

It was a burden to show big movements because of the injuries, and it was not necessary to overdo it, so it was to kill the tribe strikes.

"Heads up."

Hülken chokes the runners as he recites his nickname.

His father, Earl van Ludwig, raised Hülken as a knight.

Whelken also learned strategies and tactics when he was a child, because he fought on the battlefield as a knight.

Whelken was one of the first to understand the situation.

"Awesome"? ’

You bend the running elf's jab, avoiding its head, and the flying arrow holds on to the armor of the wall.

The arrow in the breastplate flares up into the air, bending the moonlight through it, looking for a way to go.

Spatula.

One glare in the air made another body. A decapitated fairy warrior lies on the ground.

Wheelken draws his sword and draws air several more times.

Several arrows aim at your face and fall to the ground under his sword.

Battle is like a fire that doesn't even know how to move.

But what about now?

‘Unilateral.’

The result of a strategy called three-way pressure?

No, it wasn't like that.

Did Chris calculate this from the moment he left?

Friendly Power, Friendly Characteristics, Enemy Power and Characteristics.

The timing to bring the catapult to a fight.

Judgment every moment.

The movement of allies moving through the Bittalia Stones was through a perforated net.

But what does the enemy think?

It will look like a tight net.

There was a commander in place where Whelken went after a few of them again.

A half-torn elf warrior with a helmet covering his ears glares at him with green eyes.

“Humans. ”

Fairies dispense with other species. It was a trait that remained.

There was no hobby of talking to a dead man soon.

Wheelken takes a few more steps.

The commander was forced to take a swift or slow step.

Wheelken moves the vice with his left foot forward and draws the moonlight in his right hand up and down.

The crescent-shaped image slaps the commander in the body.

With a vice, the commander twists his body and stops the moonlight from striking with the wider side of his jab.

I didn't stop there, but I used my upward thrust from below.

It was a possible trick because my body was a light elf.

He rolls himself into the air and drops his jab down.

It was a lightning bolt sword.

The wheelchair looks down at the descending man's sword to the very end, twisting away at the last moment, and pulling the moonlight blade against his throat.

A slow but inevitable timing sword.

Puwak.

In a heartbeat, blood was spilled and one more head was cut off.

A half-torn helmet peels off and rolls the bloody floor.

You feel as if the movement of the fairy army that saw it is more rigid than before.

‘Even if you don't know fear. ’

There's no way you won't feel the tide.

Huang!

The flame flies over your head.

‘This is a little awkward. ’

A warrior army with wizards and abilities.

Weiss and magic were the poles. The warrior with the vice sees the opponent's movements and calculates the battle in the realm of instinct.

The movement of your shoulders, your fingertips, your footsteps, and the elasticity of your muscles.

I don't want to see my sensitive senses, but I see them all.

But magic and function were different realms. If I recite a few words, it burns in the air, and it causes me to suddenly lose my balance.

It was difficult.

But it didn't matter.

“Ahhhh! The day of the courtship is here! ”

Alice's army enters the intersection of Whelken's path from the front.

What did they do with the calculations?

‘Nonsense. ’

Whelken could tell because he knew how to look at the situation.

This was the work of a genius.

Predict the situation of the battlefield you create and see if you can get the enemy out of it.

You tuck one of the infantry deep and let the Magic and Disloyalty troops attack you.

‘I'm amazed. Lynd.’

Of course, you will not praise him in front of him.

Wheelken had no intention of that.

He will speak to the moonlight as usual and will smile as usual.

And at this moment, it was only when I was happy.

Wheelken was always the same. He wanted to fight.

He believed it was his way to cut down his enemies and move forward. There was no doubt about his faith, and that was his knighthood.

A moving article.

Wheelken smiles and holds up the moonlight.

Magic and power fly. He throws out what he throws with his sword and the rest with his body.

The body of Weiss Knight beyond the sixth floor enabled it.

So they're going to be their first target.

The Wizards and their abilities are a little blurry.

The result is calculated directly with the visible flow, not the area of the sensation. Wheelken kicks the jab off the ground with his toes in the air and smacks it straight into the moonlight.

Cluck! Cluck!

The scrambled jab pierces the wizard's neck.

Another severed neck. No, it's a torn throat.

“I'm Wheelken Ludwig, the cutting knight." ”

Wheelken smiled and said. His voice carries the vice spreads widely across the battlefield.

A wizard and a warrior of talent cannot ignore themselves. You have to put all your strength into it to stop yourself.

Then who can stop the Vigilante Swordsman?

This battlefield was a path from beginning to end.

The battlefield Lind created has never made Fraunmund's army inferior.

If I had overwhelming power, I wouldn't have to use baldness.

There was only one thing Lind did.

Letting your enemies spill everything they have and lead your movement accordingly.

Wheelken knew it, and that's how everyone in this battlefield moved.

* * *

Alice spreads her wings as she sees magic flying towards her.

The biggest advantage of the Eight Wings shined.

Her sword trembles. No tangled fire, no ice, no spear, no arrow pierces her wings.

It was a sword that was cut, shattered and shattered with no armor.

“Shhhhh!”

Unfortunately, an elf with wings in its left leg and lower abdomen screams.

Without fail, her wings slash and slash.

I couldn't afford to look at the body of a fairy. An invisible power of talent shook her.

Lind lures her naked in front of you.

“Son of a bitch. ”

It was a kind of hallucination. I had bad taste.

Lind was wearing underwear made of string. It was far from Alice's taste.

She shrugs her shoulders and pierces the vision directly through her body. A few arrows fly through it.

The disturbing power shakes her. Alice beats them all, instead of covering up the real one.

She could have.

So I did.

Terrible scene for the enemy.

Seeing the saturation of magic and power focused on her on one side, Bayern seemed to shed tears.

“Why not me! ”

With a strange clamor, Bayern brutally slaughters two wizards.

One cut his head in half. The other punches you in the stomach, and pierces you with the drawn sword.

Then a spear made of ice flew out. Suddenly, it was more than ten numbers.

The crisis of death. Bayern vomits the power of breastfeeding, wielding his sword as he fights.

“Urara! Live with me. Alice!"

It was crazy.

As the window passes in front of him, the angel's wings touch in front of him.

All the flying spears were shattered and scattered in the air.

“Son of a bitch, hit it. ”

It was the voice of the goddess of Bayern. Bayern survived.

Alice, who passed by him, glitters to the east, flashes to the west, gaining magic and power.

The fighting style of the Vigilante Swordsman was simple. Alice is the shield and the other is the sword.

If Alice holds back, a cavalry stabs the enemy.

Some of the wizards and foreign warriors had vices.

They're talented.

“Son of a bitch! This is me screwing Weiss Knight on a fictional day. This is it! ”

One of the cavalry members shouts. I wasn't wrong. Their leader is Alice, even though Technologies led the training.

I thought Alice trained them to deal with the vice knights.

After killing the vice warrior with a large number of fights, the number of wizards and foreign warriors has decreased tremendously.

On the other hand, Jenryd shouts as he leads the Confederate Warriors.

“Don't fight it. Kill it. ”

It's a simple order, but no one understands.

Southern warriors are sensitive to the word duel. But it's also sensitive to the word combat.

Fighting and fighting were different for them.

And now it was in battle.

Jen Reed ran.

Not many people will pursue his movements, including both enemy and ally, on this battlefield.

It's just a light arrow, faster than a falcon flying through the air.

It was hard for the Wizards and Elite Warriors to catch such a weapon with their own eyes.

Jenryd runs like that and swings at the profits.

An axe blade filled with light twists the spine of slaughter. I get fired.

Arms and legs, head and torso.

If you are within the range of the profit, you will die.

Fortunately, there was a warrior or wizard in front of him.

Jenryd kicks the head and legs of the fairy in front of her, instead of recovering the power of the widespread artifact.

The face of the unbalanced fairy is slashed with a helmet's knee, so your head bursts while your helmet is still wet.

There are rare surviving fairies along the way when Yenreed runs with his fanfare raging.

Jelly sees the storm of the slaughter and confronts him.

It wasn't any different.

“Stay away from him! ”

All the Southern Warriors have to do is get Jenryd to fight.

There are fairy warriors who keep their eyes peeled for them, avoiding the tumultuous Jenryds.

A ball of fire blew away.

It was funny.

Some of the warriors are toast to the fire, but the gummy bears don't look fabulous.

It's natural for casualties to occur during combat.

Instead, they paid back what they deserved.

Lower your body and run for your life.

Kick the rocks from the rocky ground and scatter the soil.

Shields the corpse of the enemy and throws weapons at it.

There is no dirty fight. Only the victor wins.

That's how the Southern warriors fought.

“How dare you!"

A warrior with a lot of pride looks at it and rushes in.

Jelly slaps the axe in both hands against him.

Kick!

The moment I encountered him, I felt powered up. Jelly finds out that the opponent is a vice warrior.

At the same time, two throwing axes fly from both sides.

The elf looks at it and swings his jab to the left and to the right. It was skilled.

Land!

The throwing axe is uselessly blocked.

In just three steps, the jelly throws its throwing axe of waist dancing, ignoring its distance from the enemy.

An axe flies over the elf's shoulder.

The elf pulls his jab with a cold expression and stabs him again.

And then the thrust axe flew away.

He had to stop the jelly instead of stabbing it.

The axe in the ground and jab rotates and flies through the air.

The jelly that saw it laughed.

What brings you here alone?

You're aiming for yourself? Jelly isn't alone.

The Southern Warriors fought in full force. One in ten, and only ten warriors with axes to his head.

Throw the body of a fairy and sprinkle dirt on it.

There was nothing trivial.

This was not a duel, it was a battle. It was a hunt.

I was a fairy with a vice, but I had to die between an axe thrown by a Rough Riding Warrior and an ally's corpse.

The battle was fierce, but the result was obvious.

The fiery battlefield that burned as easily as fire was about to sink terribly.

It was unilaterally divided between violence and taxes.