Goblin Kingdom

Seeing a defensive net and a slight offense strewn across the city of Shirak, Carlion smiled slightly at his mouth. Its eye certainty of not putting a hand on a Yang Dynamic Troop and focusing on a Fateful Attacking Troop makes one name come to mind in his brain.

Carlion monologues, feeling Elks' obsession, which he couldn't crush.

"Sure, you were in Flying to Freedom (Elks). Puel Sinforua of the" Moon of Silence ”, which supported Tulli's leap.

It was the passenger general Wyard who decided the offense was a downside measure, but Carlion nevertheless focused on the fast-track. That there is no time for one thing. This is to the Red King and to himself.

On the other hand, probably because Puell, the enemy's military master, had decided that reinforcements were supposed to be called from somewhere. There is a limit to the personnel to be put into the city of Shirak. Many would be about 2,000. With just that many personnel, trying to stop the Red King's attack is not like her whose track record so far tells the story.

Carlion had determined that it was not an indistinguishable race of recklessness and courage.

By the time the enemy is rather cold, emphasis is placed on reason.

It's a pleasure to meet you.

By the time I drop this shirak, I'll judge Carlion for five days at most. The battlefield is a continuum of misinformation and miscalculation. Either the more certain eyed military masters, who put their own death into the calculations in it, draw endless measures, as if they were competing.

At Carlion's behest, it was Sardine's troops who were highly motivated.

"Use it as you please"

Sardine responds intently to Carlion's appearance on the battlefield again.

"I will turn my enemies. Repeat proximity and retreat to explore enemy range of attack."

"I got it!

"Sardine, don't be too swine prone, focus on directing the horseback squad, will you? Instruct the Miscellaneous Army to solidify their defenses and approach the city. Pull through the fence."

Carlion gives instructions one after the other when he drops off Sardine's horseback riding squad as he flies out.

"Our King's unit moved east through the camp. Keep your perimeter alert and gradually move north."

It moves three units as the main force, and countless more as a positive force. The armies of the Red King, attacking from the east and west and from the south, other than the north, seemed to fill the land. The movements of each army, combined with the speed of progress, are coordinated by instructions from Carlion and the judgment of the commander in the field, who, like a carnivore with a large number of necks, targets Shirak.

The counterattack from the city of Shirak, by contrast, is appropriate and futile.

It is a concentrated attack of arrows from a distance on troops who do not reach what appears to be a Yang Dynasty and come closer than a certain distance. And it's not just an arrow. It is a rigid bow that pierces the shield and pulls out even armor.

"That some fairies and subhumans pull a rigid bow close to impossible in people... I'm pretty sure this"

Carlion, convinced that the enemy is Puel, adjusts the speed of progress of the troops that are being disrupted. Miscellaneous troops putting forward as the main force are shooting from a distance and are under intensive fire.

"Heavily armed soldiers in front. Line up your spears in half an hour."

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Overlooking the enemies that look like a flock of crawling ants from above the walls of Shirak, Puel circles his thoughts in silence. The fairy clan is said to see the wind flow with its long ears. They can be excellent hunters by reading that stream, which should not be visible to the people, and they can travel in deep tree waters where people cannot enter.

The way Puell, with a beautiful and neat face, let her hair soak in the wind as she sank into the sea of thought was impeccable as a single painting, and the more unusually quiet around her for a battlefield of hustle and anger.

"Half an hour later, they line up and move forward. Pull in as far as the trap area and shoot simultaneously. Lord Tianos' troops rest. Only Lord Zaurosh's troops will be able to carry it."

Puel, who declares without distracting himself from the enemy's camp, gives instructions with a slight narrowing of his eyes.

"Okay. Let's get the arrows ready... and Lord Puell will be rested for a little while."

The proud bloodline (Leonheart) Zaurosh is a warrior known for his name in the eastern part of the continent. Leading a huge blood alliance, he speaks of supplies to be prepared only in the few words of Puel. Not only that, but even the amount of supplies he needed to prepare was reasonable.

Gently nodding, Puell drags his tired body back to his assigned room.

Close the door, be alone and close your eyes, but what you see behind her eyelids was the figure of a dead man, unbroken.

"... Soon"

She dares to meditate on her eyes as she learns how expensive she is not going to be able to sleep. Even in her fine sleep, she burned herself to the flames of the battlefield, and she kept fighting.

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Soldiers are a trick.

As the word appears, Carlion's tactic in deciding to fight fast is a manoeuvre to move his troops to remove the enemy's thoughts and approach the walls at once.

As the main force, he moves heavily the Miscellaneous Army, the Red King's main force, and Sardine's horseback riding squad, and on top of that, he leads and advances his troops to the Guest Wired. They march on as they rip off on-going traps and fences and other defensive facilities.

Miscellaneous armies approaching from the left and right of the fort and the king of red. Further point Sardine from the center. Brandika laughed bitterly but steadily took on the role of Carlion in the tactics of using even his Lord's troops.

"If so, I'll do my best to play the role."

Brandika, who laughed heedlessly, sits in the Chinese army with a burning air flame, exposing his balls to the battlefield.

"King Attibel Brandika is here!

Proud of his magnificent body on the horse of the third Hummer (Hippalion), when he proclaims with a double-edged long-shaped axe (Valdish), the Great Seal flag is waved left and right on the left and right, claiming its existence.

"He's in trouble..."

Seeing it from a small high hilltop with the entire battlefield overlooking, Carlion laughed like he was in deep trouble and tightened his expression after a moment. In them, death was always next door. It doesn't come close, it doesn't go far, it's just there, and one day suddenly there's no pulse abbreviation, it takes away what's important.

That's why you have to know it and enjoy it like a human being. It's too long as a person's life, such as a life of pain alone.

In Brandika and Carlion, both state theft and battle were mutual recognition games.

"Right, Carlion? It has to be!

Convinced of what was no different from when we met, Brandika and Carlion laughed at each other on a far away battlefield.

As the Miscellaneous Army and the Red King draw a curved track mowing grass with a sickle towards the fort and advance, Sardine-led horseback riding squadrons scratch the rain of concentrated arrows to the left and right, straight ahead.

"They're all over each other with big shields, guard against arrows! Let's move on to Wushu Luo!

Brandika gives voice up instructions on the battlefield. Out buying a role, he plays to enjoy the role thoughtfully.

"Respond, respond!

Raise your voice and move forward with the arrows on which the soldiers in the front line will concentrate without objects. If you are an ally direct army, you will be honored in a new country if your activity is recognized. Anyway, the king is an absolute power man, there is no nobleman who just boasts of his family, a situation where up-and-coming people are shredding their sneeze.

As long as you stop in the king's eyes, you can say that prosperity is as you wish.

The march, which caused the army to say things to the quantity, had too much effect as a march. The rain of arrows emanating from the fort had concentrated on troops with Brandika and had prevented its concentration by widening the front more widely.

Miscellaneous troops in that gap and a horseback riding squad led by Sardine approach the fort while destroying the defense facility.

It was Brandica going on while unlocking fences, pitfalls, backwoods, etc., but at one point the arrow rain stops perfectly. The screams of the preceding horseback riding squad echoed in the ears of the soldier who surprised the enemy formation. If you accidentally take your gaze off the enemy fort, shoot concentrated on the horseman.

"Arrows, they're coming!

If you see a breakdown in the head of the horseback squad, immediately, change its direction. Concentrate in the lead with the momentum of a flock of arrows carrying death filling the sky. Its flock piercing through the shield and shooting through the armor protruded countless fangs into the soldier's body as it pierced a large shield that was easily worn.

"Don't be frightened, move forward!

Still, the allies who obey the Red King move forward. As long as Brandika held back to the Chinese army, they had no idea of defeat or anything else. Meanwhile, the Miscellaneous Army was still in a predicament.

The Miscellaneous Army is originally a gathering of blood alliances.

If the trading nations Puena and the kingdom of Erlane fought and the victory or defeat was decided, it was still good. They are hired as mercenaries, so they can also cut contracts with the state. But Puena didn't fight this time. Laksha, the pure king, stayed in the king's capital, and they were only ordered to defend the border areas.

Fighting between the elders and the Red King began in the country, and at some point they had taken the form of being incorporated under the command of the Red King. There was a feeling in them that the winner and the loser had been decided, even though they had not even fought.

Now if the Red King is to add them under his umbrella, he may have also raised the morale of the Miscellaneous Army yet. But the Red King had only command, keeping them under Puena's command.

From Brandika and Carlion, we already have all the necessary force. I didn't bother to feel the need to get a Miscellaneous Army, and I wanted a reassuring and shredding force that would be the glare of the factual mainstay.

If you compare a battle to a person's beating, the strategy is to say where to aim, and the tactic is to say where to put your efforts to defeat the opponent. As for the power to put it out as a small hand check, they were good at it.

It's because I feel sensitive about it that the miscellaneous morale doesn't rise.

But still, Puell never got out of hand.

For the Red King crusade, what stood in the way was equally an enemy, and she was guarding the fort by the arduous will of the enemy to crush it by the time it was skinless.

"Following my arrow, three simultaneous shots!

Squeeze your favorite bow and shoot an arrow into the sky as you identify the wind flow that looks like a fairy clan. The head of the Miscellaneous Army, where the wind cuts and flies, leads without morale. Piercing the shield, the armor-plugged jar shoots out even the flesh and stands on the ground.

This is followed by countless pours of arrows to cover the sky.

Creating a hell of a snort shout, she set her aim for the next prey without moving one eyebrow, making sure of it with the hunter-specific goodness of her eyes.

Frustrated at both ends and the middle nose, Puell adds pursuit to an enemy who still can't recover.

"Take the Catapult to the Center of the Enemy"

Exhale thinly to stifle a burning heart in vengeance.

Calmly, chanting in my mind to tell myself, in the same back of my brain, I was repeatedly doing arithmetic to win.

All planes, ready.

"Fire."

The immense rock of the stone thrower, made to release without intermittent hair, is released into the sky with a mass incomparable to that of an arrow. The target is the Central Horse Riders. Only five aircraft were deployed to Shirak, but it was only with the power of Leonheart that they could operate all of them.

The hit rate of a stone thrower is not higher than the high power. It can also be seen from the fact that all the stones unleashed fell off the horseback riding squad and landed on the ground. But the size of the stone mass and the vibration when it landed was enough to echo the horror of the nearby horseback riding squad.

"Shit!"

Sardine, sensitive to her subordinates' fears, shouts up and scolds them.

"I would love to win such a big fat ass! I'm not scared! Run!"

My men also push their fear to kill Sardine, who cuts himself off and runs his horse.

"Arrows, they're coming! Swirl left!!

Puell releases the arrow again, but Sardine reads the arrow's orbit and leads the horseback riding squad. As you whisper your way, the rain of the arrows pours with precision like a precision shooting.

"I won't! Blunt space!

But still, we can't capture Sardine's horseback squad. The area where the trap was lifted has expanded, so the range of horseback riders can manoeuvre has expanded. Crowds of arrows that draw curves and run through the sky were much more of a threat if they did hit it, but I can predict that area of landing.

As long as we allow free manoeuvre, it's not an early hit. Not to mention in cavalry, where the emphasis is on speed. Once the horseback squad gained momentum, Sardine gradually lowered its position to the Chinese army. It does feel good to fight off the lead, but it's hard to command naturally.

There was also Carlion's prior advice that the command of the horseback squad should be a top priority, and he had decided to give way to his men.

"... ready to fire"

Even against its moving horseback riding squad, Puell makes sure he's ready to shoot.

As usual, the flock of arrows unleashed could not capture the enemy horseback squad and had gradually been crushed at that distance. If even the ramp path is secured, we will find that there is no trap on that path, and they will easily come at us.

At least there was no trap on the road that the horseman went through, and by gradually expanding it they were trying to be a stepping stone to the Shirak offensive.

"What, you said it was a retreat!?

The flag of the main unit that jumped into the eyes of Sardine, who commands in the Chinese army, signals a retreat.

"I'll install it in a little while... No, damn it! All right, Carlion!

Squeezing his teeth, Sardine, who raised her voice for retreat, learns shortly afterwards that Carlion's instructions were correct. Some of the horseback riding squadrons that were leading the way were suddenly disturbed.

"-The trap!?

Even though it didn't hit me, Puell made me keep shooting to draw them horseback riders into the trap. Even if every single shot made no sense, every time a shot was fired, it was subtly directed to the trap position. Slightly loosening his mouth, Puell pulls one out of the arrow barrel again.

"The enemy cannot move. Set your aim carefully."

Striving to speak her words calmly, she squeezes her bow toward a horseback riding squad that has fallen from the trap, stitching the wind and the arrow shoots through the back of an enemy who suffers the shock of running and falling horses.

Sardine, who inverted the Chinese army and the rear army, who remained after deciding that his men who had been in the lead had no choice but to abandon them, ran the horse to retreat to a range unreachable to arrows, but a stone mass had been released with a wind chirping sound in his ear. Puel relentlessly adds an attack toward the horseback riding squad, which takes the form of a lateral abdomen exposed to Shirak to flip.

A number of stone blocks knocked down the horseback riding squad, and whoever struck them directly was crushed by the man-made horses.

Still, Sardine, who manages to take off that dead spot, succeeds in retreating to an unreachable position. The horseback riding squad was still alive while making the damage of losing more than 10% in a single battle.

I guess I realized my own victory when I saw the Red King retreat. There was an exploding cheer coming from the town of Shirak.

"One hand to launch, there are countless expansions"

Contrary to the hustle and bustle around him boiling in cheer, Puell crushed in anticipation of his retreating enemy.

"Hmm... I'll do it"

Carlion smiled and ordered the entire army to retreat, watching the situation from the far camp. It was still a Shirak with no sign of falling, but his spare time did not collapse, nor did the opposing Puel break his similarly sober expression.

"... but there's nothing I can't protect."

"─, but it's not something you can't drop"

Ironically, at the same time the two military masters were convinced of each other's next battle victory.

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The first day of the offensive ended and the second and third days of the offensive also continued with intense and lengthy offensives.On the fourth day there was even a night battle, but the town of Shirak did not fall as hard as it could. But still, Carlion's skilful command gradually destroyed the defensive installations surrounding the city of Shirak, causing the General to cause numerous casualties.

"Carlion, rest now"

"Oh... Mr. Salle"

Hearing the moment and the final sound approaching, Carlion still smiles. It didn't even light the dark indoors, and only the moonlight emitted by the red sister moon lit the indoors.

"I'm here. You can't stand up at last."

The war still speeded up his wear and tear. Carlion with no force in his legs and only slight cramps, even as he travels.

"No pain?

"Thanks to the teacher's medicine"

"... are you also seeing hallucinations?

"Shaking grass can look like enemy soldiers."

"Still, you fight"

"Yeah, we'll pull out that castle and establish the king's hegemony. That is the duty of the subordinate."

My body is already collapsing.

Supporting Carlion was an inexorable obsession.

"What drives you that far? I don't understand."

"I just want my lord to win. That's all... that's all. We want to prove it right."

It was a saire watching such a carrion, but when I accidentally turn my back, I say goodbye.

"You can do whatever you want. Let me be my own."

"We apologize for the inconvenience. Tomorrow is the battle."

Carlion distorted his mouth as he dropped off Sale, who walked away silently.

"… the winner must always be strong. Otherwise, I am not sorry for those who have ever stomped on me. No, you don't. I can't forgive you if you're strong."

Carlion, who could no longer even sleep because of the effects of the medicine, was looking up at the sister moon in heaven.

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The next day Carlion was rare and flew the horses in front of all his armies.

"You all fought well until today. Today is the time to settle for this battle and drive away the demonic bouncing world… resurrecting the human world! Prove our righteousness with victory that it is we who unite our times with the power of man!

With the voice of endorsement, many fists and gains thrust up towards heaven.

For them red kings, this is a battle of justice. Our chosen king grips the heavens. They are not nobles or powerful people. The selection of kings by adventurers who have exposed their lives every day, attacked demons and expanded their human realm.

"For the king!

"Win over Brandika! Glory to Attibel!

"Out!"

With Carlion's signal, the Red King finally proceeds down the path paved with blood. A stone thrower made impromptu is fired and the rock that lands puts a crack in the wall. Above the walls of the hit castle, it shakes about as much as if it had happened in an earthquake, lowering the accuracy of the archer, who had set his aim only for that matter.

Sending Brandika, the general of all armies, to the front line, Carlion leaves his destiny to the horseback riding squad led by Sardine, in anticipation of the attack of the enemies who naturally flock there. Near Brandika's side, there is a rigid wire. Leave the defense to him and there's no problem.

The rain of arrows released by Brandika hanging is bounced by Wierd's shield.

"Proceed! Leave everything to Carlion's measures!

Above Hippalion, Brandika pays off an impending arrow.

"... no more, it's dangerous"

Wierd complains as he prevents the rain of the pouring arrows, but Brandika even smiles and shakes her head.

"It's my military master's word. I'll believe you."

Brandika continues to expose herself to the rain of an arrow pouring with a double-edged long-shaped axe (Valdish). Even above the walls of Shirak, its appearance was clearly visible.

"─ Brandykah!!

From above the walls of Shirak, Puel, who saw the figure, shrugged away the mask of his previous faceless expression. The person who hits the hatred that resides in you is within reach. That fact stripped the mask of a military master from her only for a moment and glanced at her as a blood ally in the flight to freedom.

An arrow, squeezed at the hands of the Avenger, is cut and released by the wind.

"In the name of the fierce wind (Storm Barrett!)!"

Condensed wind pressure even breaks through the wall of air to accelerate. An arrow made of blue and silver iron (Sri Lana) roars up and releases on Brandica. Brandika plays it in a baldish with both hands, even accompanied by a small storm around the arrow unleashed.

I look at the archer with a fierce grin at the feel of his frightening and paralyzing fingers.

"Ha, Elks!

"Ahhh!

Knowing that his unleashed arrows would not reach him, Puell grips three more arrows with one hand.

"Death!

A sober girlfriend would not have stuck to her enemies that far in the battle, no matter how many allies she had. But the opponent is a resentful enemy who has taken away his own precious things. I did not allow that enthusiasm to be a calm military teacher to her.

The orbit of the arrows released three times in a row is almost a straight line. It's an arm of curvy shooting, but still doesn't reach hateful enemies, even as you let yourself be in the grip of passion. Brandika knocks down three arrows when she manipulates a valdish as long as her back, as if it were a twig.

"I can't reach it... but Brandika's over there!!

The tweezer opens as if it were broken, and blood flows out of his chewed lips. Ignore even that. Puel was staring at the allies of the Red King.

"Master!

The screaming report tells me she forgot me.

If you look at it, there was already a horseback squad approaching the walls, led by Sardine.

"Knock..."

Still, she takes her gaze off to shake off her strays when she bites enough to chew off her back teeth at a glance so she can't give up Brandika.

"I'll throw away the Shirak. Leonheart is ahead of us as we escape from the north!

"I understand."

Hearing Zaurosh's reply on his back, Puell saw Brandika again.

"... be sure, next time!

Resolve anew. Puell tries to escape with the fairies and the humans. In the northern direction, confirmed in the distance, the earthen smoke was rising. The hunter's eyesight was telling her to reinforce the Red King.

"To the kingdom of Germion, the granting magician Grave..."

She even sees the crest of the flag raised, and she puts her passion inside. The retreat will be harsh. If half of us can make it home alive, I'm pretty sure it's a bad success.

Enemy reinforcements at this time, and their positioning.

She had to admit, too.

The enemy is undoubtedly the number one military master in heaven.

Sardine, Brandika make their last offense to the city of Shirak, where resistance has weakened. Breaking through the gates and entering the city, it was already hell where the flames swept.

With the burning house on his ass, Sardine raises a kai song.

"I won, I won, Carlion! Exactly!"

"All right! I'll take Carlion's measures and grab our heavens! Go after them!

Brandika lays flaming shiraks aside and sets up a system of pursuits.

In the long run, Carlion sighs deeply and looks up at the sky when he confirms the flaming Shirak.

"The second and third arrows are unleashed. Taste fully the arrow of the Red King's pursuit. Puel Sinforua... Gu, ha..."

Bearing that which came up from within him, Carlion searched for his king.

"O king, my lord, O king... it is apparently a farewell. Please, hold the heavens..."

That's all I'm saying, he threw up a lot of blood.

In the sight of Kasumi, Brandika's appearance comes back into her eyelids when we met. Lined up next door, his own appearance, he was visionary.

There is nothing lined up, except Brandika, the greatest meritor in the Red King, who can lay on his own with everything exhausted.

The warrior, called the genius of the king, died in the sea of his own puked blood.

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[Individual Name] Carlion Quinn Kirks

[Race] Human

[Level] 90

[Occupation] Military Master

[Skills Held] "Sword Technique D -" The Talent of the King, "" Army Master of the Battlefield, "" Divine Conspiracy, "" Deep Conspiracy, "" Holy Pet of the Goddess of Wisdom, "" The Flamekeeper "

[Protected] None

[Attributes] None

"The Talent of the King" - Boost your chosen opponent's abilities (Greater)

Battlefield Teacher - In battle between large armies, receive correction (Medium)

"Holy Petition of the Goddess of Wisdom" - Physically Weaker, but Increases Your Intelligence (Greater)

"The Flamekeeper" ─ brings good luck on the battlefield at the same time as cutting lives (Medium)

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