I am the Monarch

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"What the hell are they up to?"

Stoneham Gateway Soldier Campbell, a member of the Northern Army of the Rhine Kingdom, frowned at the buffer zone.

The landscape outside the gate was harsh.

A large and small army of Orcs settles between the barren hills and the fields.

It was right before the battle.

Strangely, however, the Orcs approached the gate, screaming and singing, and did not attack.

Heinz, the captain of Stoneham Gateway, who was staring at the Orcs at the Watchtower, snorted.

"Hmph. What's the use of those stupid monsters?" "

I had a cool smile on my mouth.

"We're afraid of our defenses and we can't go near them."

"Is that so?"

Campbell tilts his head and looks out the gate.

"You don't seem willing to fight at all......."

I wasn't talking about troop movements or camp deployments.

I did not feel the unique strength of the battlefield ahead of me.

Orcs are like...

"I feel like I'm hanging out. '

But this is Campbell's idea.

I couldn't ask Heinz again, who cares about top-down clothing.

'Well, if the fighting doesn't happen, it's better for me.'

I just decided to think it over.

But I couldn't help feeling uncomfortable.

"Whew."

A sigh came out on its own.

At the same time, there was a long sigh outside the gate.

He was an outstanding warrior from the Aurac tribe and a martyr for the right arm of the anamfatha.

"Whew."

One more sigh.

The cheap drink next to Marak frowns.

"Hehehe. Why are you sighing so much?"

A bruised sound.

Shemke glances at Stoneham Gateway for a moment and replies with a stern voice.

"Anamfath, do you really want to keep doing this?"

At that, Marak filled his cup with a bloody smile.

"I was wondering what else was going on. I told you, this is all we have to do."

He emptied his cup roughly and stole the entrance with the back of his hand.

"Huff."

Trim burst.

"I don't want any real battles, so just take care of the kids."

"Hnng."

Sheikh blushes with an uncomfortable expression.

He looks straight into the eyes of the dead.

"That gate could be down with power by now."

"Well, you don't understand a word."

Marak rises from his seat, lowering his cup.

The shank was incredibly big, but it was small compared to the abyss.

He snatches his neck without even knowing it.

Marak stares at Stoneham Gateway, resting on one of his shoulders.

"Don't you remember what Chris said? The moment we slaughter them and take down the Gateway, the Territory War will be over. Our roles are just….."

"Just hold their ankles......."

The latter was Shank.

Marak tapped his shoulder with a 'yes' expression.

"So when the time comes, go scream and sing. If you're bored, throw a few arrows at the wall."

"Hmph. Got it."

He looks down as if he had no choice and returns to his home.

Marak glanced behind him and burst into laughter.

"Son of a bitch, wait a little longer. I'll give you a fighting chance."

I had a meaningful smile on my mouth.

I rolled around and rolled my head tightly.

"It's good to have the help of the humans, but......."

Four fangs move roughly.

"Huh-huh-huh. Orcs should be orcs, too."

Lives in both eyes.

But Marak shakes his head and picks up the glass.

"Just a little longer. Just a little bit."

He calms the boiling heart.

But there was still life in both eyes.

* * *

"It's been a long time. First time since the Territory War began?" "

Earl Jonathan Chase reached out his hand with a faint smile.

"Yes, they were in different directions."

Cali Orwells is the one who grabbed her hand lightly.

Cali has finally joined the Chase Corps with the Orwells.

"Nice to meet you, anyway."

Jonathan sits down and shakes his right hand.

A girl who was hard to gauge whether she was dressed or naked came to fill an empty glass.

Soon a simple snack and fruit business was set up.

It was not an ordinary sight to see in the middle of the battlefield.

Jonathan raises his glass and looks at Cali.

"You left the northeast front to your son?"

"Yes."

Short answer.

"Can you believe it? You didn't leave your son hanging, did you?"

Jonathan's gaze was sharp.

However, Cali does not writhe at all.

He replied with a bold voice.

"I am not a person who trusts and trusts me for being a son. It's decided after careful observation."

It was somewhat true.

If Walter had bad skills and talents, he would have done it.

Of course, I couldn't ignore that he was the eldest son to succeed the family.

"You must have done well on your own."

Jonathan nods, smiling and smiling.

"Anyway, good luck moving forward."

It was time to move into one, not two.

Cali bows, smiling faintly.

"Please take good care of me."

Warm atmosphere.

But underneath, there was an eerie energy, like a blade.

'This guy. He's not under anyone.'

Jonathan realizes that Cali's ambition is far greater than he thought.

It was very easy.

"He's like me. '

Jonathan and Cali were too much alike.

But Jonathan didn't care.

I still needed Callie.

He began to come up with the plans he had in mind.

"Let's clear out the tail army on the western front first."

"Yes, the Lancefield Guards in the northeast are a bunch of peasants."

To determine the predecessor of the matter, the west was first rather than the northeast.

Besides, there wasn't much time left until the end of the Territory War.

Speed dial.

The plan was to subdue the Tail Army and level the western front in no time.

But they didn't know.

The tail squad they're after, or the western front, is already gone.

* * *

"Then why do we keep going south?"

"Yes. Faver Castle is to the west, right?"

"I don't know. We're just doing what we're told up there."

Three soldiers move diligently and chatter in a small voice.

Then the young deputy, who was riding the horse to the left and to the right of the procession, approached.

"Did the Earl ever do anything wrong?"

"No."

The soldiers shake their heads coldly.

It was not a problematic question.

The young deputy nods, smiling faintly.

"Then believe and follow. The reason we're heading south is because there's a way."

A confident voice.

The young deputy raises his head and looks at the matrix leader.

A raised flag.

< Defender Lancefield. >

< Roan Lancefield. >

Below that, Roan Lancefield rides on a horse.

The Lancefield guards were currently on the south march, not the west march.

Routes that are hard to understand.

Nevertheless, with the exception of some terminal soldiers, most people did not question Roan's decision.

Through repeated battles and victories, Roan's abilities were recognized.

And so, the last of the Lancefield guards continued.

I wonder how long it's been.

A cool breeze flows from the tip of my nose.

At the same time, the blue river flowed in front of my eyes.

And...

"Oh! Is that…?"

The first mover, Baron Andre Mold, bursts into resilience while killing the guardian scout.

Where the blue stream meets the yellow sand.

There were dozens of sailboats anchored along the long river.

A colossal flag on the central mast flutters in the wind.

< Tail Corps. >

After a slow ascent up the hill, the guards of Lancefield open their eyes.

"How did the Tail Squad….."

"Weren't you in the west?"

As everyone murmurs in mysterious tones, a group rushes from the side of the sailboat toward the hill.

As the crowd approaches the street in a hurry, they take their orders off their horses.

"Chung! I'm here to see the erl."

A resounding voice and uplifting vigor.

Disturbance.

Commander of the Tail Army, including Austin, Sammy, Harrison and others.

Roan's mouth rises as he looks up.

"You've arrived as planned."

"Yes, I have moved through the darkness as you commanded. All tail forces have arrived safely, with the exception of Brian and his commandos at the western end."

Austin's report.

Roan nods with a satisfied expression.

"Well done. I'll have the Commander's Conference in no time."

"Yes, I will."

Austin replied quickly and then sent a call.

The Tail Army is already perfectly organized.

The commanders of the commanders carried out their orders quickly and accurately.

'Is this the Tail Squad?'

'A strong force from the many wars won.'

Baron Bernard Landingham and Baron Andre Mold were deeply impressed.

That's when Austin and Sammy set out for Bernard and Andre.

"I am Austin, deputy commander of the Tail Army and commander of the Fides."

"This is Sammy, deputy commander of the Tail Army and commander of the Impes."

Bernard and Andre nod in haste for a sudden greeting.

"Bernard Landingham of the Lancefield Guards."

"Andre Molde of the Lancefield Guards."

Although they were called nobles, Austin and Sammy could not be careless.

Legion, the deputy commander who led the Legion of Earl Roan Lancefield, was not to be taken lightly.

Roan glances at you and tugs at you.

"Then shall we go to the conference room?"

"Yes, I'll take the lead."

Harrison was the one who quickly rode the horse.

Soon, several commanders began to move ahead of him.

At the same time, the soldiers of the Lancefield Guard, who had been marching for a long time, were also led by the Tail Army to take a sweet break like Mo.

When Mr. Orwells joined the Chase Corps.

The Tail Army and the Lancefield Guards, which were far from each other in the west and the south, have joined forces.

The Tail Corps and the Lancefield Guards versus the Chase Corps and the Orwells.

Both main and main squads gather under one flag, as if they were squeezed together.

Of course, it was all made by Roan and his widows, but unfortunately Jonathan and Cali had no idea.

* * *

"Renovate Lancefield Guards to Lancefield Corps and appoint Bernard and Andre as Vice Admiral and Captain of the Five Thousand Fleet."

At Roan's words, all the shamans bow their heads.

No one objected or complained because it was a result of long discussions and coordination.

Moreover, he is a resourceful commander. Bernard and Andre actually command less than 3,000 troops.

The Lancefield forces were not strong enough to call them troops yet.

'We've left troops on the northeast front. We can't help it.'

Even so, the Lancefield forces' power wasn't a complete mess.

The numbers were at least fairly strong, as there were a group of graduates and students from Faver Academy.

"So we march northwest towards Faver Castle from now on?"

After Austin's careful inquiry, Roan nods slowly.

"It will be a fiery march. I intend to restore the Eastern region to its origins."

There's only one wire left if we can get the east area back exactly as we planned.

It was the western front of the Chase and Orwells forces, who stepped back to subdue the Tail Army.

Andre gives you a hard look.

"I hope it goes as planned, but Walter Orwells is on the northeast front."

"Ah! Right. He was there."

Bernard frowns and fights back.

Andre speaks in a voice filled with annoyance and anger.

"I hate to admit it, but that traitor's pretty much out of whack. In fact, the Lancefield guards on the northeast front are doing a great job."

As long as Walter is there, it won't be that easy to completely occupy the eastern region with the origin of Faver Castle.

Rather, it could have been a position to fight back against the enemy.

Everyone looks worried.

But as relaxed and bold as Roan.

"Walter has nothing to worry about."

I thought about it, but I wanted to make sure he was my pawn.

'This is not the time.'

I shook my head.

At least until you destroy one of the enemy's main pillars, you were determined to keep it a secret.

"He's not that bad."

Andreman feels trapped that he doesn't know the truth.

Roan smirks faintly and grabs his chest with his right hand.

"Trust me."

A confident voice.

At this point, Andre can't say the same thing anymore.

The same goes for all the other goons.

After a brief glance at them, Roan shakes his index finger at Austin.

Austin nods slightly and sends a call to the back of the crew.

Soon, a soldier brought a cylinder the length of his forearm.

Austin took the cylinder and carefully opened the lid, and took out a long blob of paper inside.

What the hell?

What is it?

Bernard, Andre, and many others tilted their heads in a curious tone.

Glug-ug-ug!

Following the gentle gesture of the hand, the blob of paper was spread out onto the table.

At that moment, everyone's eyes widened.

"Yi, is this......?"

"This can't be…?"

Bernard and Andre stutter, unable to speak easily.

Austin nods, smiling and smiling.

"Yes, this is a map of Lansfield territory."

A giant piece of paper spread out on a table.

It was a detailed map of lance and tail areas.

It could not even be compared to a royal library, a palace author, or a map owned by the target people.

I've never seen a map like this! '

The scale and precision were truly remarkable.

It looks as if Lancefield's territory is unfolding before your eyes.

Roan opens his right index finger, gazing at the half-mesmerized goblins.

Ugh.

The index slowly moves over the map, and soon stops on a valley east of Faver Castle.

< Aslan Valley. >

Roan taps the Aslan Valley with his fingertips.

The smile on my mouth became darker.

"The location of the first battle is Aslan."

Powerful voice.

Roan looks them straight in the eye.

"Destroy the Orwells here."

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