I am the Monarch

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Roan's fierce reaction, starting from the center of the west and northeast.

Earl Jonathan Chase was extremely unpleasant.

'I should be celebrating in his lordship by now.......'

Ugh.

I split my teeth by myself.

However, the situation was not very disadvantage.

On the western and northeastern fronts, they often lost more than they did, but the centre where the headquarters were located was dominated.

'Still, it's annoying and offensive that it doesn't work the way it wants.'

If I had Ronan in front of me, I'd want to tear his limbs to pieces.

'When the enemy arrives from the territory, we must work with the Orwells to clear the western front first.'

The western front, which is the rear front, will make it easier to continue the territorial war.

A new plan was hatched in my mind.

Then.

"My lord!"

With an urgent voice, Baron Hort Ethermil, one of Jonathan's men, enters the barracks.

"What's going on?"

Jonathan frowns.

An ominous feeling.

The Hoyt breathes a short, quick answer.

"A speeding ticket has arrived from the territory! Oh, Orcs! The Orcs are on the move!"

"Orcs?!"

Jonathan jumps up and shouts.

It was an unexpected report.

'Orcs? Most of the Orcs in the Northern Kingdom have been subdued, not to mention our territory.'

Even the survivors fled towards the Gran Mountains.

There were very few Orcs left in Earl Chase.

It was not a number that could be used to stir up unrest or commotion.

'It was one of the reasons I was at war with peace.......'

It got complicated in my head.

The horse was a quick back horse after taking the letter out of his arms.

"Those creatures in the southern part of Byron Kingdom began to move."

"Hmm. Southern Byron Kingdom..."

Jonathan's face distorts nicely.

He quickly read the contents of the letter.

After a while.

"You didn't cross the border, did you?"

Jonathan asked with a short sigh of relief.

The Hort nods.

"Yes, I am staying in a buffer zone."

"Hmm. I'm glad to hear that......."

Jonathan lowers his letter and asks with a stiff expression.

"How did the Northern Army react?"

Earl Chase's northern borders were Northern military jurisdictions.

The Hoyt hesitates for a moment and carefully replies.

"We're focusing our power on the border gate and the city. But I will leave the defenses inside the territory to us......."

When the horse goes on like that.

Boom!

Jonathan slaps the table.

"Cocky bastards."

The Northern Army commander was a heavily packed man who belonged to the Middle East.

A person who is only loyal to the assigned tasks and roles.

'As a Northern soldier, I will devote my life to defending the border.'

The safety of the territory means the lord is responsible.

Jonathan bites his lower lip.

The horn notices for a moment and opens his mouth cautiously.

"Should I send word to the royal family?"

If word gets out to Mill, they'll send a central army or a knight.

Even with a group of nobles who were deeply related to each other, killing Orcs was not a chore.

But Jonathan shakes his head with a stiff look.

"Absolutely not. As soon as word gets out to the royal family, the territorial war ends."

A situation in which Lancefield territory has not been completely occupied.

When the Territory War ends like this, there will be nothing left to hand.

"First, I'll send a letter to the princes, so make sure you don't let any reports from the Northern soldiers go up there." "

"Yes? But it's almost impossible to keep an eye on the entire Northern Army......."

"Twenty days. You only have 20 days to keep an eye on it. Territory war will be over before that."

Jonathan glares at you.

The Hort pauses for a moment, then nods.

"Yes, I understand. Then….."

He takes a short breath and asks in a low voice.

"What are you going to do about defending the territory?"

Earl Chase had to prepare himself, as the Northern Army had abandoned the defenses.

Jonathan ponders for a moment, then frowns.

"Send the troops to the northern border. Territory warfare is currently only with our forces."

Jonathan fails to make the right decision about the sudden situation.

If you had any normal thoughts, you would have to end the territorial war here and step back.

But his greed and ambition paralyzed his rational mind.

The Hoyt glances at Jonathan for a moment and sighs for a moment.

'The Earl's orders are absolute.'

He gave up on cheating.

This was the biggest problem for Earl Jonathan Chase.

There are no pretenders who can speak out against the tongue, correct the wrongs, and correct the wrongs.

The surrounding area was filled with only gossips who responded and flattered to ambition and desire.

The horn bows.

"Then I'll cancel the request."

"Hurry."

Jonathan shakes his right hand.

Orders.

The Hort greets again and leaves the barracks.

Jonathan takes a deep breath.

"Orcs all of a sudden at a time like this….."

He had no idea that Orcs in the southern part of Byron Kingdom would be moved by Roan.

'This is an unexpected situation for the military. I can't help it.......'

After this, Jonathan had to put up a battle.

'We should call in Orwells first.'

Right now, the Chase Force and Orwells are moving separately.

However, the plates were shaken greatly by Roan's territorial warfare intervention, Lancefield's resistance, and the Orcs' demigod.

'Together, we see the battle in no time.'

There was a terrifying glow in my eyes.

'I will render strategy and tactics useless.'

I didn't intend to set fire to my head.

I'm literally going to chase you down.

But Jonathan had no idea.

The fact that Roan's strategies and tactics were much more diverse than I expected, and he was rooted deep enough to dominate victory and defeat.

* * *

Kinnis!

[All right!]

Keanis stretches his arms out in front of Roan's shout.

Immediately, a stream of water erupted from the moat that had been dug deep along the wall.

Blame!

Roan leaps to the ground and into the air.

Lightly stand on a stream of water.

Pavat!

As Kinis gestures, the water column rises to the top of the wall.

"Oh!"

"It's the lord!"

Defenders of Lancefield, who were raiding the castle, shout.

After several battles, they learned that not only did Roan handle fire, but also water freely.

Of course, I didn't know exactly how it was possible.

I was just admiring that it was one of Roan's many abilities.

Roan rolls his feet again and climbs over the wall.

"Kill him!"

"Stop him!"

"That's Roan!"

"If we catch him, the war will be over!"

Chase's troops rush towards Roan on the wall.

My eyes turned red.

The attack is overwhelming.

"Fools!"

Roan flies away with his work.

Travis' spear splits the room like a dance.

Squeak, squeak!

Along with a eerie sound, the neck and limbs of the common soldiers are cut off.

"Knng!"

"Hehe!"

They are no match for Roan.

A flame rises through the window.

"Oh!"

Defenders of Lancefield burst into resilience, gazing into battle above the walls beneath the walls.

Every time the flame rises, the enemy soldiers fall.

The presence of hundreds of soldiers alone reminds me of a military resemblance.

"Damn it! Get out of my way!"

At that moment, the men dressed in fancy armor, along with the sound of screaming, appeared.

Knights from the Chase Corps.

They pressured Roan with a sword full of Mana.

Tsk, tsk!

A sharp wave struck my ear.

Clearly, the knights were different from the regular soldiers.

But Roan still looks relaxed.

'Good. I've lured the Knights, the core force, up against the Wall.'

It is now time to execute the following plan.

He glances back, smiling.

"You're running away!"

The knights laughed louder and more ferociously.

Instead of answering, Roan slammed the wall with a large swing of his spear.

Pa!

Lightly leaping towards the ground inside the castle.

"Madness!"

"Foolishness!"

The wall was so high that even the knights who had mastered the Mana method could not jump.

The Knights of the Chase Corps and the soldiers who were watching all looked stunned.

Then.

Pa!

Travis' spear grows long and strikes the ground.

Phew!

A spear that sinks to the depths of the earth in a flash.

Ugh!

Roan grabs the pole like a pillar and climbs down to the ground gently.

"Huh?! What, what?"

"Stop him!"

"Kill him!"

Chase's troops, who were blocking the gates from the inside, are suddenly startled to see Roan fall from the sky.

"Step aside."

Roan pulls up his firearm with the Flamdor Mana method and plunges it to the ground.

Glug-ug-ug!

A flame rises along the spear and the spear.

"Ugh!"

"Huff!"

Ordinary soldiers fled screaming in great heat.

Instead of going after them, Roan steps inside the gates and swings his window at the stakes holding the gates.

Bang, bang!

With a loud bang, a thick wooden peg and iron peg burst out.

Roan pushes the gate back.

Yuck!

The gate opens with the sound of a wooden wedge.

The scenery outside the castle caught my eye.

Defender Lancefield was struggling with the deep, wide moat along the Wall.

Roan quickly twists his wrist.

Screaming!

As the windshield cut through the space, the rope that was pulling the bridge up tightly split.

Kuang!

With a heavy voice, the bridge rests on the moat.

"The dodo bridge is down!"

"The gate is open!"

"Forward! Forward!"

The Lancefield Guard commanders raise their swords high, looking at the open gates of the siege, which was not as easy as they thought.

"He's amazing! '

He's a great guy! '

Baron Bernard Landingham and Baron Andre Mold march toward the gates, but they cannot hide their surprised faces.

Roan stands tall in front of an open city gate.

A great deal of arrogance and majesty.

"He was chosen by Io and acknowledged by His Majesty. '

Bernard felt his heart beating loudly.

He was a man who could not even compare with himself.

I thought I was good at acknowledging and bowing my head early.

Suddenly, I was curious about Andre's face.

I look away, and I see a red face.

It looked so ashamed.

'I tried to test him for what?'

My face is burning.

'From now on, we have to take care of it with all our heart.'

Big reflection on the arrogance and bellyaching of the past day.

I felt the strength in my hands.

Two or two!

I spurred on the running horse.

One day, Roan was right in front of me.

"Defender Lancefield!"

Roan raises Travis' spear high as if he was waiting.

"Charge!"

I jumped to the ground and jumped inside the castle.

A separate flame rises from the windshield.

Thousands of Lancefield guards followed.

Flames and legions.

It swallowed one castle.

* * *

"Battle of the Year?"

Cali Orwell's jaw rises as she looks up.

"Yes. Seven fights and seven wins."

The person who posted the report was Demis Izzie, one of Orwells' commanders.

He felt good to be able to deliver good news like I did.

"Capabilities are also abilities, but they certainly have bad feelings for Roan and the Lancefield Guards."

"Good for you."

Cali nods, smiling coldly.

He clears his head for a moment and looks at Demis.

"Can I leave it to you now?"

Damith nods in fear of finishing his sentence.

"Yes, you can trust Walter now."

Kali and Demis were talking about Walter Orwells.

Walter had been recruited by Roan to join the Orwells army and was building up his specialty.

Some of them were specialties built on their own abilities, but most of them were specialties that were secretly built with the help of Roan.

After all, the Orwells commanders, who first doubted Walter in the ongoing victory, are now sending their support physicians.

Cali smiles faintly and makes her decision.

"Very well. Then I'll regroup my forces and assign them to the northeast front." "

"Yes, I'll tell them that."

Damith quickly replies with a bow.

Cali closes her eyes, smiling gladly.

'If not, we need to move west to join the Chase Force.'

I was worried about the northeast front, but Walter was doing great, so I thought I could trust him.

He said, "What a relief it is to rot like that. '

It's been a long time since I was satisfied and satisfied.

Somehow, I felt like I could get good results this time.

'Yes, the whole kingdom will be named after the Orwells.'

I was confident.

If you and Walter and the two of you work together, you'll be able to look beyond the Earl.

Clearly, Kali was a great ambitious man.

But then the target was only the Earl's limit.

The size of the bowl was different from that of Roan.

Roan was the monarch's target.

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