I am the Monarch

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‘It's a beautiful day. ’

A 35-year-old skilled warrior, Tarem lies in the field and looks up at the blue sky.

‘Dammit. Humans have defeated us. ’

He frowns, touching an angled, firm jaw.

A long, terrible sword below the chin line.

‘If the sword had been a centimeter deeper, it would have suffocated. ’

Baduk.

I can grind my teeth.

‘Byron Kingdom…..’

The four fangs that come out of your lips glow sharply.

‘I will avenge you with the honor of an Orc warrior. ’

Tarem, an Orc warrior from the Kroc tribe in the southern Byron Kingdom, was defeated last winter by the Byron Empire.

Thanks to this, all the tribesmen and themselves fled to the south.

I met him when I thought it was over.

‘Commander Locke of the Orc Alliance of Northern Rhines. ’

Locke was preparing for an attack on the Plain of Pedian by gathering orcs and monsters scattered across the northern Rhine Kingdom.

Tarem knew that Orcs and monsters in the northern Rhine Kingdom attack the Pedian Plain every spring.

Locke reaches out to the great warrior Tarem.

< If you attack the Pedian Plain with me, I will help you avenge the Byron Kingdom. >

An ear candy offer.

Tarem holds Rock's hand without hesitation.

He marches west to the Plain of Pedian with his own Orc warriors and the troops that Rock gave him.

‘Raid human villages on the Plain of Pedian to secure food and weapons. ’

Once we have enough, we will return home and avenge the Byron Kingdom.

This was Tarem's plan.

Burning their vengeance on the Byron Empire.

"Huh?

I hear an unpleasant sound in my ears.

Idiot.

The sound of sharp objects tearing the space.

Tarem's head is slightly raised, just lying there.

“Huff!”

Immediately, my eyes burst open.

Black arrows flying across the blue sky.

“Damn it!”

Tarem bows, picking up his shield.

“Hostile! Hostile! ”

A resounding voice.

Puss.

You hear a howling, standing voice.

But the movements of those who had just woken up were only slower.

Bubble Bug!

The arrowheads wet the earth.

“Huff!”

“Huff!”

“Glug.”

The sound of shortness of breath rolls over the floor.

The arrow rains one more time.

And then the sound of the ground shaking.

Two or two.

Headed up over the shield, you see horsemen rushing with dust clouds.

“Battle stations! Battle stations!”

Orcs and monsters roar in a frenzy, shouting aloud.

‘Dammit! Instead, I was ambushed! ’

Tarem grinds his teeth and pulls out a well forged ledge.

“Come on, mortals! I'll show you the power of Orc Warriors! ”

A loud voice echoes through the battlefield.

Bubble Bug!

The cavalry bounces through the monsters.

“Ouch!”

Tarem swings at the horse that passes by him.

Spatula.

The blade slashes through the torso.

Hee-hee-hee!

The mighty chariot falls to the ground.

Tarem reaches for the horseman who fell to the ground through the dust of the clouds.

“Die!”

The end of the road cuts through the space.

“Hehe.”

The horseman closes his eyes without even avoiding the horse.

Then, through the dust cloud, the window appeared.

Kick!

Clear as a whistle.

The beam hit the spear bounces off.

“Hehe.”

Tarem grips his teeth and turns to look for the owner of the spear.

A cheeky face and a gloomy figure.

At least in the eyes of Tarem, the owner of the spear was a child.

“How dare you! ”

Tarem turns around and throws a hard punch.

Immediately, the stretching spear waves and moves transversely.

“Huff!”

Tarem picks up his shield, swallowing up the wind in an unexpected move.

Tongue!

A heavy sound echoes through the window and shield.

A bounced spear whirls around the rear of the tarem, struck by a shield.

“Damn it.”

Tarem dodges the spear, lowering his waist tightly.

However, the movement of the window continued as the water flowed.

"Your face is blue, but your spear is the stuff of old men!" ’

Tarem takes a deep breath and plunges into the ground.

‘All you have to do is get into your product. ’

The spear is long.

Because of this, it is powerful at a distance, but it is difficult to deal with enemies who are in your arms.

Spot!

A spear cuts through your forearm.

‘Hehe.’

I feel a burning pain, but I hold it in my grip.

All we have to do is narrow it down! ’

Ignorant charge.

I was able to narrow it down as much as I wanted.

No, I've narrowed it down a lot more than I wanted to.

That's because the kid with the spear ran into the ground together.

“Huh?"

Suddenly, he confronted me.

Tarem is embarrassed at a close distance that is hard to swing even his own magnitude.

At that time, I feel a tingling and burning sensation in my chest.

A slight look at the left chest.

There is a dagger with only one palm in it.

“Fuck, fuck. No way. ”

Disgusting.

Tarem looks up at the young spearer's eyes.

The young spearer smiles faintly and turns the dagger in his hand.

Hiccup.

The sound of bones shaving and flesh biting.

“Shhh!”

Screaming sounds come from the gears' mouths.

Phew.

A young spearer kicks Tarem's abdomen with his right foot.

The dagger in the chest is drawn and blood spills.

Boom.

Tarems circled on the floor.

The light in the eyes fades and the blue sky becomes darker.

Is he dying? ’

Then a sharp window flew in front of me.

‘Fuck.’

An unspeakable swearing tongue rolls in my mouth.

Squeak.

The Spear pierces Tarem's face.

The Spearman, the owner of the spear, mutters indifferently.

“A child. To a man who's been on the battlefield for 20 years. ”

Little spearer.

He was none other than Roan.

‘They're coming at us unilaterally. ’

The flow of the battlefield has completely shifted towards the punitive force.

5,000 monster armies of Orcs and Goblins were swift and couldn't resist much.

"We can't be left behind. ’

Unilateral flow does not prevent you from studying.

You have to do something that will appeal to others.

‘Besides, these guys aren't all of them. ’

Knng.

Roan clutches at the window and plunges into the ground.

Blame!

He hurdles headlong into the chaotic battlefield.

Spot!

The spear cuts through the space and dances.

The windshield and spear tip stab and slap the monsters' bodies without resting.

Attack and defend.

The beauty of spearing is that two things happen at the same time.

Roan moves relentlessly to ensure that the window's movements don't stop or break unnaturally.

Squeak! Squeak! Spot!

“Knng!”

“Huff!”

“Queek!”

The spear slashes the neck, the windpipe stabs the torso, and the tip of the spear strikes the abdomen.

Fists and kicks were handed to them as they narrowed down the street, sometimes pushed through the window and pierced the trunk of their neck with their spears.

“Wow. Look at that guy. ”

“Isn't he new to the 13th squad? ”

“What's with the new kid spear? ”

After slaughtering the Orcs, the soldiers sigh and groan.

A spear that is both simple and continuous.

It was hard to think of it as the spear of a new soldier who just graduated from training camp.

“Isn't he better than our squad leader? ”

“I saw the spear of the 5th Troop Spearman Squad commander the other day, but it was just like that. ”

“Hey! Did you see that? Swinging his jaw up to the end of a spear and poking his head in with a spear! ”

“I saw. I saw. It's not the spear that the new guy can do. ”

Soldiers stick out their tongues.

That's the same for the rest of the 13th squad.

Their faces reminded me of a happy face.

‘There's a lump in the 13th. ’

‘Heheheh. Look at the other squads go crazy. ’

"The one who stands out most in this area of battle is Roan. ’

Of course, there was Fields slaughtering Orcs with unparalleled skill, but he felt more trained than he felt he was secretly fighting.

It feels too clean and clean.

"If I don't kill you like Roan does, I won't have the strength to die. ’

The Thane Squad Leader feels sorry for his taste.

Actually, it was because Orcs were too easy for Pills, but no one knew about this.

No, there was only one Roan who knew.

‘It feels like a picnic. ’

Roan sticks his tongue out, watching Phil slaughtering Orcs at his leisure.

‘Orcs are too easy for you. ’

He lightly dealt with the two running Goblins and took a deep breath.

Where's Glenn, by the way? ’

Roan frowns.

Because I didn't see Glenn in the 13th squad.

Roan, looking into the battlefield for Glenn, frowns.

Whether the cavalry and the cavalry were swept away as they marched forward, he was on their right and left fronts.

‘Dammit! Not there! ’

Roan clenches his lower lip and kicks the floor.

Suddenly, Thane shouts out at Roan, rushing out of line.

“Roan! Where are you going! ”

Roan replies without even looking back.

“I'm going to save Glenn! ”

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