I am the Monarch

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The Orwells have roughed up the Tail Army and the Lancefield Army.

"Hahaha! You bastards! Deal with this one, too!"

"Are you going to keep showing me your back?!"

"Hahaha! You look great!"

They thought the Tail Corps and Lancefield Corps were distracted by Walter's forces.

I was sure that everything was going according to their will, as planned.

But in that moment.

Whoops!

Along with the sudden clash of armor, the Tail Squad and the Lancefield Squad turn to the west, facing east.

"Huh?"

Soldiers of Orwells seem a little overwhelmed by the sudden situation.

But then I shouted alongside the laughter.

"Hmph! Looks like we're good, huh?"

"Walter's troops in the back are strong, but we're really elite troops!"

"Well, we all look the same......."

Then.

Fababababat!

With the bush shaking heavily, Walter's forces behind Tail and Lancefield are scattered to the left and to the right.

"What, what?"

"What's wrong with him?"

Soldiers of the Orwells turn their heads to Walter's unknown behavior.

At that moment.

"Charge!"

"Charge!"

With a resounding voice, the Tail Squad, Lansfield and Walter all rush towards the Orwells.

"Huh?!"

"Huh?"

Orwells scrambles for a swirling attack from the front and the sides.

Still doesn't understand Walter's actions.

Walter betrayed you? No, that's not Walter's unit! '

Cali, who was looking into the situation, sensed that something was wrong.

He quickly raises his sword and shouts out loud.

"Retreat! Retreat! Return to the Faction!"

A situation that cannot be avoided if the trap is true.

We had to retreat back to the Aslan Valley, avoiding the siege of the Tail and Lancefield forces.

Immediately, several commanders made a busy move.

"Retreat!"

"We're trapped! Retreat!"

Only then did Orwells' ordinary soldiers realize what had gone wrong.

"Ugh! Run!"

"Enemy forces approaching!"

Orwells' soldiers stand at the forefront and strike Autumn with a frightened look.

But retreating was not easy.

The rear troops are still advancing towards the eastern forest.

Thanks to this, the rear to advance and the front to retreat are in a commotion at the entrance of the Aslan Valley.

"Fools! Fall back! Fall back!"

"I fell into a trap!"

The sound of the bruises pierces the rain.

"A trap? A trap?"

"Damn it! Don't push it! It's a trap!"

"Retreat! Retreat!"

Later, the rear guard stops advancing and retreats.

But still bouncing around.

Only one of them remained sober.

I knew it! '

He was Demis Izzie.

Damith, who had already noticed an unusual sigh in the western forest, took a slight step back, frowns at the brutal battle ahead.

'Damn it.'

He once again sticks his tongue to his abilities and tricks.

'He knew that Walter's troops were approaching from the east, so he used Walter's troops' armor to induce a panic attack. '

The blue cloth on your left arm is a way of distinguishing your allies from your enemies.

Of course, this was entirely Demissman's idea.

He, no, everyone in the Orwells family, including him, believed that he had defeated Walter's forces after he had already uncovered their plan.

No one expected Walter Orwells to betray him.

'I was glad to stay behind.'

Damith takes a sigh of relief and steps back.

He quickly began to retreat with his commanding officers.

Two or two!

The clanging hooves of the earth.

Demis and his squad rush through the Aslan Valley and back into the western forest.

'There was chaos, but I'm still going to retreat.'

I turned around and saw Orwells' headquarters pouring out through the valley entrance.

It would have taken considerable damage, but the extermination alone would have been avoided.

"Whew."

A long breath came out.

All that remains is to keep running and return to the camp.

No, I thought I was staying.

But then.

Idiot!

You hear a sudden, sharp wave.

At the same time, dozens or hundreds of arrows flew in from the west of the forest.

Puebuck! Puebuck! Puebuck!

Demis' men, who are retreating without a herd, fall like hedgehogs.

"What, what?"

Damith opens her eyes to unexpected attacks.

As far as the east is concerned, there are no forces to attack them to the west.

No, it shouldn't exist.

The west was entirely Orwells territory.

Damith's face hardens.

"Well, what's that?"

The left arm of soldiers coming in from the west end of the forest.

There was a blue cloth around it.

"I am the enemy!"

Damith shouts seizures.

"Hostiles! Hostiles! Those with blue cloth on their left arms are not allies, they are enemies! Don't be fooled by the crest on your armor!"

The sound of war.

Demis' troops, momentarily bewildered by a sudden surprise attack, grip their teeth and pull out their weapons.

'We must pierce them before we can return to the camp.'

'If an ankle is caught here, he will be surrounded.'

I might get stabbed in the back of my head. '

The desire to live dominated my mind.

They rush to the ground.

If he had been a little more alert and aware of the situation, he might have felt something was wrong.

However, the fake Walter unit in the rear was wrapped in a blue cloth on his left arm, and the dense forest area was very dark because of the weather with the dense rainfall, and the most basic desire to live prevented him from making rational decisions at the same time.

"You bastards! You dare to rewrite the Stragglers' guile!"

"You've made a fool of us!"

"Die! Those in blue are our real friends!"

Walter's unit had a major misunderstanding of the situation with Walter's unit.

Of course, it was all thanks to Walter's ruse, the commander.

Boom!

With a loud bang, two troops charge forward.

Cham! Cham! Chang!

A fierce battle begins with the sound of iron.

The two troops saw each other as enemies, namely the Tail Army and the Lancefield Army.

But the truth is Mr. Orwells versus Mr. Orwells.

An enormous war broke out here between the Orwells army headquarters, which had left the Aslan Valley late, and the fake Walter, Tail, and Lancefield forces that followed.

Of course, Roan did not intervene deeply before the incident.

'Now I let them do a lot of cutting.'

The battle was ongoing, but the Tail and Lancefield forces were almost intact.

The battle was fought only by Orwells' men.

A gruesome and gruesome battle continues where allies kill allies.

Of course, there were those who noticed that the situation was strange in the middle.

"Huh? Backkel?"

"What's wrong with you? Did you surrender?"

"What are you talking about? You're the one who surrendered, aren't you?"

People who aim their swords recognize each other.

"Stop, really?"

"Are you fighting amongst your friends?"

They raise their hands wide, their eyes wide open.

I was going to yell at the whale.

"Everyone, stop!"

"We are together......."

But their will did not come true.

"Die!"

"Die! You bastards!"

A different sword pierces the chest of two people from behind.

"Glug. This, this is wrong. I..."

A false death.

This happened all over the battlefield.

Damith realized something was wrong after killing the enemy, or the real Walters.

"Why are there so many strangers? '

I didn't know all the faces of the ordinary soldiers, but I didn't know them at all.

The man who had just been stabbed in the chest with his own hand must have been on the battlefield together.

No, I'm not. That can't be right. '

When I thought about it, I lost the shadow in front of me.

Unexpectedly looking back.

Two eyes growing at the same time.

"Y-you…?"

Damith panics and screams.

Screaming!

But a sharp sword slashes Damith's throat one step ahead.

The owner of the sword glares at Damith's head, which falls to the ground with a cool glance.

"It's too late to notice."

A voice that has no emotion.

It was Walter who beheaded Demis.

He quickly made his way to the next goal.

Stop. Stop. Stop.

You hear a series of eerie sounds.

"Hehe!"

"Whoa, Walter?"

All the commanders collapsing in surprise.

What Walter's after is actually more than just a runner-up.

At this rate, I thought I could end the battle much easier than I thought.

But not all of Orwells' commanders were fools.

Especially Cali Orwells, who is the leader and leader of this great war.

'Something's wrong.'

He reads the uncomfortable, unpleasant and uncomfortable airflow in the midst of a turbulence.

You can't be serious.

It turned into certainty the moment it saw a young man wielding a sword blocking the retreat path.

"Roberty!"

A voice that sounds like thunder across the battlefield.

For a moment, all of Orwells, who were pointing their swords at each other, stopped and shook their hands.

"Oh, Mr Orwells?"

Roberry finds Cali slaughtering soldiers in a frenzy and hardens them like a statue.

Something's wrong! '

He was a man who had been taken out of curiosity by Walter's march orders.

Roberry hurries back.

"Stop fighting! Stop fighting! Fall back!"

Immediately, the commanders repeated the same words and danced back and forth with the soldiers.

Silence.

I heard no hissing, no screaming, no screaming.

Purr.

Occasionally, only the sound of the horse thunders quietly.

"Roberty, what are you doing? You attacked an ally!"

Frostbite pain.

Lobby's face turns white.

It's the same for the other soldiers as well.

"Well, have you been fighting amongst your friends?"

"By the way, are they really Walter's troops?"

"Huh? Look over there. Those are real soldiers."

"What the hell is going on?"

Stupefied expression and loud noises.

Robert looks at Cali and shouts in a puzzling voice.

"I don't know what the hell is going on! I was just following Walter's orders. Surely those wearing blue cloth are real allies and those wearing armor are disguised as allied losers......."

Around that time, Roberry and Cali, as well as all of Orwells' commanders and soldiers, were covered in dirt.

"Betrayal!"

Walter betrayed you! '

It was only then that I could understand all the situations.

They played it thoroughly.

To a man named Walter Orwells.

'No, there must have been a Roan behind it.'

Cali yells at you with a pouty look on her face.

"Walter! Where's Walter?!"

Angry voice.

I wanted to leave the bloodline and cut out his heart right away.

But I couldn't find Walter anywhere else.

Then.

"Cali. Are you all chatting?"

You hear a low but powerful voice at the entrance to the Aslan Valley, east of the forest.

A man advances through the Tail and Lancefield forces surrounding the Orwells army.

The young man who rode a giant horse through a long spear was Roan.

He looks straight at Orwells with his red armor on.

"You're mumbling like a little girl."

The snow was bitter.

"Roan!"

Callie screams, impatient.

I didn't expect to be so completely humiliated.

But this was not the end.

'Since we confirmed that we are on the same side, the retreat was clearly opened.'

If you go back to the camp and reorganize your lines, you can counterattack as much as you want.

One strand of pride left me with such rationality and emotion.

"Are you running away?"

Roan shakes his head, smiling softly.

Relaxing.

Cali's heart grows dull and furious, but she struggles to endure it.

'Revenge is certain!'

Eagle's eyes burn.

As Roan watched, he took a deep breath.

"Cali, give up now. You can't run away."

"Hmph! You're too confident!"

Cali points to Walter's unit in the rear after she snores.

"The western retreat has overwhelmed us."

Enough to get out of the woods.

'If the subordinates risk their lives to stop it…..'

It didn't matter if hundreds or thousands of soldiers were killed in order to survive.

What was important was Cali and herself.

Then.

"Taking control of the retreat path....... Cali, you're blind now."

Roan grunts coldly.

"What?!"

Callie frowns and growls.

Roberty, who was in control of the western retreat route, then sighs with a red face.

"That Roan! Don't you see me?"

Such a strong force.

Instead, Roan shakes his head, smirking.

"I have no talent for seeing the dead."

Words you can't understand.

Lobby frowns.

"Dead man? Who's dead?"

Then.

Squeak.

A sharp blade pierces Lobby's side and pierces his chest.

"What the..."

Roberi turns to look for the owner of the sword, his eyes wide open in a sudden situation.

A big swordsman standing right next to you.

He shouts in a loud voice.

"Who died? That's you!"

A breath of fresh air gushes from my body.

"Ugh. Yeah, who are you? Who are you?"

Roberry tries to figure out the identity of the swordsman who penetrated his chest as he breathes.

The swordsman squeezes his wrist, pulling out his sword again, then shouts in a loud voice.

"I am Austin, deputy commander of the Tail Army and commander of the Three-Tusk Army of Fides!"

A familiar face is revealed under the helmet you used to deeply press.

Before the battle of Aslan, Austin made his first move under Roan's command.

He led a fake Walter squad into a violent war, and then he started sneaking in between the real Walter squads.

"Ro, Roberry!"

Cali screams with a dazed expression.

"Boo, Commander!"

"Commander Roberry!"

The soldiers around you also cry out in a dazzled look.

Cali is furious.

"Kill him! Kill him!"

He points at Austin and goes crazy.

However, Roan's calm and gentle voice once again tickles my ears.

"I don't know. Is that possible? The dead can't move."

"What the……?"

Cali frowns.

At that moment, Austin raised his sword and shouted in a loud voice.

"Turn the fabric over!"

Unknown word.

But the change in the words was really great.

Whitrick!

Soldiers located outside Walter's unit flip the blue cloth around their left arm.

At that moment, the color of the cloth changed to a red cloth.

A prison that was completely surrounded by a fake Walter unit with a red cloth that still had a blue cloth around it.

"Ah......."

"No way!"

"Until now......."

A loud distressing sound came from everywhere.

So much so that no one noticed that Austin's fake Walter squad was infiltrating the real Walter squad across the battlefield.

Roan smiles faintly and raises Travis' spear high.

"Red Legion."

Tail Corps, Lancefield Corps, and fake Walter Corps.

All the soldiers listen to Roan's voice.

Roan kicks his horse's belly and yells out loud.

"Seize and devour the Orwells!"

The Tail Army, Lancefield and fake Walter all rush towards the Orwells with fear of command.

"Waaaahhhh!"

"Kill him!"

"Eliminate the enemy!"

What a storm.

"Ugh."

"Ahhhh!"

The Orwellian soldiers tremble without even knowing it.

They all felt death.

Squeak, squeak! Screaming!

A terrifying sound fills the battlefield.

The battle was one-sided.

In particular, Roan's power shines once more.

Literally religious.

He showed off the divine power.

A giant watering spear splits the Orwells soldiers apart with a dense rain.

The Knights and Soldiers of the Orwells are no match for Roan.

But in the meantime, there were some who struggled.

"Birch! At least get out of here!"

"Secure the retreat!"

"Blow the road with your life!"

Elders who have been on the battlefield with Cali for a long time.

The officers who admired and admired Cali itself, not wealth and power, gave their lives to secure their retreat.

"Grrrgh!"

"Huff!"

Even the Taoists, who boasted of their strong acceptance before the breakthrough of the elders who were displaying death, began to be gradually pushed.

Screaming!

With a terrifying sound, one of the paladins falls.

Moment.

Pa!

A very small gap was revealed.

"Bird!"

"Baron Orwells! Come on!"

An urgent and desperate voice.

Callie kicks the horse's belly with the shouts of the elderly.

Thanking you didn't say anything about revenge.

You don't even throw a tantrum at Roan.

Callie's just...

'You must live. I have to live! I have to live! My life is worth more than those old men's lives! Of course!'

That's all I could think about.

I feel sorry for the elderly.

"Please save your lives."

They bowed their heads in reverence, not knowing, perhaps even knowing the inside of Cali.

What a sad scene.

"My lord! Orwells is on the run!"

"Cali's getting away!"

Bernard and Andre scream in a desperate voice.

Roan, who was slashing the heads of the Knights of Orwells, shakes his head, looking back at Cali as she moves away.

"Cali Orwells…… leave it to him."

A lonely voice in the middle of nowhere.

Bernard and Andre soon understood the words and nodded slowly.

Screaming!

Roan slashes the knight's head once more and shouts out in a loud voice.

"Push! The battle is not over yet!"

The sound of war.

"Waaaah!"

Once more, the red force is boiling.

But unlike Roan, the battle is over.

Even the rebellious soldiers of Orwells were completely discouraged when they saw Kali fleeing.

"Ow!"

"Knng!"

Now it's full of screams instead of yelling.

Tofu, tofu.

The raindrops wash away the gruesome sound.

Winner and champion of the Red Army.

The Battle of Aslan ended like that, a battle engraved with blood and washed with rain.

No, that's how the battle ended in Aslan Valley.

All that was left was one old feeling between the rich and the rich.

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