I am the Monarch

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The main camp of the Kallu Allied Forces is in a commotion.

Nearly half of the thousands of troops guarding the main camp were ready to march quickly.

Because I heard that the Kallu Allied forces defeated Lancefield's left-hand forces and attacked the Troop's camp.

A cymbal from a situation that did not raise much of a major over the SS Royal Army.

Opportunity!

Column lines thought he'd finally won.

He draws together the reserves he left in the camp.

In the meantime, of course, I set aside a separate party to suppress the Baron Elba Dionard that was left on the mainland.

"Charge!"

Column marched with reinforcements.

The main body is silent as if it were empty.

'Everyone's uncomfortable.'

Elba came out to the entrance of the camp and studied the battlefield, smiling bitterly at the soldiers.

'How did this happen.......'

I got caught up.

It was all because of Roan Lancefield's ruse, and Column knew about it, but the feeling of doubt was as if it were a living creature.

After all, Elba, the strongest man within the Allied forces, was unable to use his skills and went deep into the camp.

"Whew."

I took a long sigh by myself.

A heavy step takes place inside the camp.

Steps, steps, steps you don't even know you're following.......

I wonder how long it's been.

"Phew!"

The sound of soldiers' customs pierces my ears.

"Hmm?"

Elva wakes up late and looks ahead.

Four sentries stand guard in front of a crude, but rigidly piled makeshift hut.

"Ah......."

A low sigh erupted.

'Why am I here.......'

unconsciously within walking distance.

Rugged and firm, Sheet Wiggins was a makeshift prison.

When Elba stood still with a stiff face, the guards noticed each other, then slowly retreated to the left and to the right.

"Oh, no, I don't think so….."

Elba shakes his hand and takes a short sigh and stands at the prison entrance.

I missed the sheet.

'I want to be comforted.'

I wanted to talk to the sheet.

No, I just wanted to see his face.

I feel that I can be comforted enough by it.

Chuckle. Chuckle.

You unlock the door, and the stench of squishiness pierces your nose.

It was very dark because there were no windows inside the hut.

However, Elba, an excellent knight, was able to gauge the interior of the hut without candles or lamps.

Her gaze turned to the corner of the hut.

"Sheet."

A voice that I didn't even know existed.

Sitting flat on the cold floor, the sheet smiles faintly.

"Hello, Elva."

His voice was very bright, even though his incarceration would be very difficult.

Instead, his appearance broke Elba's heart.

"How have you been?"

As soon as I finished talking, I thought I'd asked him something I shouldn't have.

I wasn't talking to anyone in prison.

However, Sheet smiled and nodded.

"Yes, I've been well. I was able to enjoy my thoughts without being disturbed."

Bold, bold voice and expressions.

Elva bites her lower lip slightly.

"You look relaxed."

"Because I can actually afford it."

The sheet stretched out its arms as if it were really enjoyable.

Immediately, Elba's face hardened.

'I don't know how to worry.......'

I was furious because I was worried about the sheet.

"This is not the time to be smiling."

Your voice becomes sharper.

"What does that mean?"

The sheet asked with a bold voice.

Elba hesitates for a moment, sighing and answering.

"Llansfield's army has been completely destroyed. Friends were pushed deep behind us. Roan Lancefield is holding out, but that's it, too. Our Allied forces left and reserve troops have just joined us."

"Really?"

The sheet was bitten lightly.

Elva frowns.

"The battle will be over soon."

That, too, is the victory of the Kalu Alliance.

The sheet nods.

"Yes. This will all be over soon."

It was a relaxed attitude like talking about someone else's work.

"That's it?"

Elva looks ridiculous.

"If we win like this, your life is over. The end."

If Roan is defeated and crumbled, the sheet will no longer be treated as an ambassador.

The sheet shakes its head, smiling brightly.

"Don't worry. I'll be fine."

A confident voice.

He looks directly into Elva's eyes.

"We must be the Lancefield army to win the battle."

"What? You. Didn't you hear what I said? Right now, Lancefield's army has been completely destroyed, and Friends have been defeated again......."

Elba frowns and shuts his mouth as if he were shooting with a stuffy face.

The man in front of me, Sheet Wiggins, looks so bright.

It got complicated in my head.

I was sweating coldly behind my back.

Elba lets out a short sigh and whispers in a small voice.

"There's something."

I felt that strongly.

Sheet pushes her head forward and answers in a very small voice.

"What left and right allies of the Kallu Alliance were able to win......."

My mouth went up gently.

"Because Earl Lancefield wanted them to win."

My eyes sparkled and glowed.

"Let me guess."

A sarcastic look.

The words of the sheet continued.

"Elva, are you here because Llansfield refused to fight you? It was Heath Porter who suggested that you deploy your lieutenant. Perhaps that bastard Heath Porter is currently commanding an alliance with the Kallu Alliance. Moreover, the friendly dynasty has not lost a single battle since the first day of battle. The Armed Forces......."

As the story goes on, Elva's face gradually darkens.

Eventually, she couldn't help but ask.

"Well, how do you know all that?"

The words of the sheet and the current situation fit perfectly.

'What I can't figure out in prison.......'

Elba's eyes widened.

"Stop, can't it be......?"

The unbelievable gaze turned to the sheet.

The sheet nods very slowly.

"Yes. Earl Lancefield and the Governor of the Underworld have plotted this far."

A small voice digs into Elba's ear.

"Now……"

I smiled at the mouth of the sheet.

"Porter, it's Porter's turn to move."

* * *

It was a massive assault.

Two, two, two!

The clanging hooves of the earth.

The Confederate troops of Kalu have already broken through hills, hills, forests and small rivers.

All that remained in front of them was Lancefield, who put the vast field, the end of the field, behind the Parkes River, and formed an advance.

"Fools!"

Birch Greg Sinaiz snorts at Lt. Col. Lancefield.

I didn't know it when I was strong, but after all this time, Lancefield's main position was ridiculously messy.

Parks River at the back, open fields at the front and back.

It was one of the worst places in Lancefield for a ten-year-old army.

At that time, Lancefield, who was led by Roan in the main camp, showed up in a formation.

It means you will play a giant slalom without a fight in the Faction.

"Hahahaha!"

Greg bursts into laughter.

He nods, hitting his thigh with his right hand.

"Yes, yes. There's nothing you can do about it. If we have nowhere to run, we will fight to the death! Hahaha!"

Greg thinks it's Roan's last move.

"Even if you lose, you can't lose! '

Approximately 10,000 on the right and 5,000 on the back.

We have about 15,000 troops on the ground.

By comparison, Lancefield's army was less than 8,000.

Greg's face rises red.

My heart kept beating fast.

"Attack! Attack! Crush them with all your might!"

A loud voice blows through the battlefield in the wind.

Lancefield's forces, led by Jigsaw Roan, also reacted.

A reckless charge.

However, there was no fear of Roan or any of the soldiers in the military.

5,000 Lancefield, 30,000 Kallu allied, friendly and reinforced.

Distance between the two armies decreases rapidly.

Then.

Pa!

A blue flag rises next to Roan as he makes swift progress.

Shabby flag with no signature.

"Hmm?"

Greg and the Kallu alliance commanders frown and tilt their heads.

Because I couldn't figure out what the flag was for.

Is it just a task force? '

Greg clears his mind a little as nothing else happens.

I screamed out loud to get rid of the uncomfortable heart.

"We're breaking through! After the cavalry breaks through, the swordsmen and men......."

Right then.

"Knng!"

"Ahhhh!"

Screaming sounds dig into my ears.

Cham! Cham! Chang!

At the same time, a blunt burst of sound echoes through the battlefield, accompanied by a sound of iron.

"Well, what the hell!"

Roan and Lancefield are still at large.

Greg looks at the sound in his surprised face.

Eyes on the right.

It was the home of Kalu Allied forces.

"Ah......."

A low sigh erupts from Greg's mouth.

Unbelievable sights opened before my eyes.

"What the..."

A proud and confident ally turns his horse and rushes towards them.

No, it wasn't just a rush.

You shoot an arrow and swing your sword through the spear.

"Huff!"

"Ugh."

"Ooh, we're allies! Friendly!"

The Kallu Allied Forces commandos have been taken aback by surprise by friendly forces.

"Oh, shit! Betrayal!"

Greg screams.

My eyes were burning hot.

Rage spreads to the ends of my head, riding on the back of my neck.

'Let's stay calm. Not all of our friends betrayed us.'

Half the men who turned their horses to the Commandos.

The other half are still charging towards Lt. Lancefield.

A cool life flowed along the tail of my eyes.

"Was it Heath Porter who betrayed him….."

It was Heath Porter himself who stood in the lead and slaughtered the soldiers.

Greg grips his teeth.

'How dare.......'

It was not long ago that I appointed him General of the Friends.

As I believed, the betrayal was also great.

"Don't panic! Doss and Ether Company award the traitors on the right......."

Greg quickly tries to clean up the mess.

Unfortunately, his orders were not communicated properly.

Squeak!

A eerie sound pierces my ears.

"Ugh."

The collar moves loudly.

Greg bows his head with his eyes wide open.

A black spear pierces through the middle of his chest.

"This, this......."

Familiar shape and familiar color.

Greg follows the pole.

The spear continued for a long time without knowing the end.

"Cough."

Blood clot rises with a rough cough.

Finally, my gaze reached the end of the window.

"Ah......."

A sigh erupted.

It was as expected.

The man rushing in with a black spear was Roan.

The length of the spear was decreasing on its own.

Oh, shit! '

The penetration of the chest.

Greg has already given up his life.

"Roan Lancefield!"

I just wanted to sprinkle a sword at Roan once.

"Take my sword!"

The user squeezes out the last of its power and pulls out the Longsword.

In the meantime, Roan, who was far away, comes to you.

As you twist your wrist, Travis' spear narrows to the length of your forearm.

"Knng!"

The hole in the chest was uncovered.

Greg clenches his wound with the remaining Mana and strikes the final blow.

A longsword that slows down the space.

Travis' spear moves as if he were dancing on it.

Screaming.

The spear slits Greg's throat with its own sword.

"Khh."

Futile death.

Greg, who had a great victory in front of him, collapses into a corpse that had never been properly challenged.

Roan raises his spear high and shouts in a loud voice.

"I beheaded the enemy commander Greg Sinaiz!"

A bold yet powerful voice echoes through the battlefield.

"Sa, Commander!"

"Bird of Sinai!"

If not, the Army soldiers who were perplexed by the sudden attack on their allies were greatly shaken by Greg's death.

Roan and Lancefield's men do not miss their chance.

"Ouch!"

"Slaughter the enemy!"

Roan, Sammy, Harrison, Brian, and Pills raised their voices to encourage soldiers.

Originally, the individual force was far superior to the Lancefield army.

The Confused Kallu Allied Troop Soldiers are just good prey.

"Knng!"

"Ugh!"

Dozens and hundreds of soldiers collapsed with the terminals.

The attacks of Roan and Lancefield continue indefinitely.

Then.

"My lord! The allies of the Kalu Alliance have turned their heads!"

Sammy, who was looking at the battlefield, cried out.

Roan quickly tugs at the rear of the squad.

'You're faster than I thought.'

An ally of the Kalu Alliance, charging into Lancefield's fleet, turns their horses and rushes toward Commander Lancefield's rear.

With the exception of Heath and his men, there were real Kallu allied forces.

'Good.'

Roan nods, smiling oddly, even in an urgent situation.

He quickly sends a beep and shouts in a loud voice.

"Break through enemy lieutenants and attack Column Lines!"

"Phew!"

The commanders quickly responded and relayed orders to the commanders.

Flutter! Flutter!

The small flags fly relentlessly.

Lancefield, who was slaughtering a deserted enemy, turns his horse and runs toward Mt. Miel, waiting.

Targets are the late column lines.

Roan's eyes pierce the battlefield and head for Column.

The face of the whitened one was clear as if it were in front of your nose.

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