The night after World War III...
I was relaxed in bed alone.
Apparently it was a disastrous defeat.
The air in the main unit, which was also dark enough in WWII, was totally overnight.
"Ko, this is... we toast! Good job! I'd love to, but that's not the air..."
Richter let his face catch on and missed holding the victory party.
Victory party.
The surroundings seemed tough, but we didn't have any difficulty.
He was just lightly defeating the Lizardman who came after us, a separate task force.
"There's a Lizardman from over there!
"Magic Arrow"
"There's a Lizardman over there too!
"Magic Arrow"
"Oh, there's a Lizardman in there too!
"Magic Arrow"
"Magic Arrow"
"Magic Arrow"
"Magic Arrow"
"Magic Arrow"
It was a day like that. I was beating the Lizard Man out of the way with a magic arrow.
"Ah... I knew I was right to be with Alberto..."
and Philbs said,
"Wow! I can afford it thanks to Mr. Alberto!
and Rihildt rejoiced.
Is it that touching? Sure, all my magic arrows seem a little stronger than the rest of the surgeons, but my opponent is Lizardman at best. I feel like a good surgeon could do the same.
If you say so...
"You had a pretty bad one mixed up this time. Even super powerful individuals...... tattooed ones. It's too strong. What am I supposed to do with that..."
When I came back to HQ, I heard the soldiers snap like that.
I'm not sure that's the strong one the soldiers are talking about, but the tattooed one did show up before us, too.
He saw my magic arrow and suddenly hit the Lizardman who tried to escape.
Trying to escape, Lizardman flies flashly, bending his neck at a weird angle and foaming.
"GOOOOOOOOOO!"
The tattooed Lizardman slapped himself in the chest and shouted as if to intimidate us.
A battle-burning Lizardman runs out this way.
"I think he sucks at something......!
Rehilt next door came and glanced back.
I offered my right hand and uttered a pale word as usual.
"Magic Arrow"
My unleashed white arrow directly hit Lizardman. When Lizardman screamed, he blew flashly backwards and stopped moving.
"Oh, that... it's another shot..."
Richter makes a loose voice between them.
... the tattooed one died in one blow as well. So I'm not sure if it's strong.
That's how we get back to the main unit.
I learned about the tragedy of the main unit.
What I was thinking was about Arrangea.
The commander-in-chief of this operation is Arrangea. The success and failure of the operation all belong to the Arrangement.
I don't care what you think of the situation right now.
I know Arrangea very well.
Arrangea has been outstanding since childhood. Whatever he made me do, I did what I didn't think everyone could do.
That's all I had.
That's why I've been doing 'somewhat unscrupulous' for a long time and have succeeded as a matter of course.
I think.
You should leave now. Soldiers have low morale.
Arrangers proud of that fact won't admit it. And wouldn't you like to try the 'Kankon One-Throw' that you've accomplished as a matter of course since you were a kid?
It's possible.
I felt that way.
But it's not like when I was a kid anymore. This is a battlefield, already worse than the Arrangements assumed.
Now is not the time for adventure.
Running back from college, my brother turned a cold eye on me when I was in the abyss of despair.
My brother said, "Nice to meet you" to a long reunion.
My feelings for Arrangea are still not digestible in me.
Still, I couldn't help but say it.
"Arrangea, we're leaving now..."
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The Fourth World War began.
"Express gratitude for all your struggles so far! It was a painful battle, but until today, too! Today, we will decorate the great victory and embark on a journey of triumph (and) to the King's capital! Come on, today's the last time we're going to have a fight! Show your loyalty to the kingdom!
Arranger flies a spear before dispatching.
But the morale of the soldiers did not increase at all. In addition to the great defeat of World War III, 'Forward' left nothing to show its response to the ultra-strong individual Lizardman, who had no teeth.
The soldiers don't want to die either. I couldn't help but be unmotivated.
(Hmm... it's woven that you guys will be)
With cold eyes Arrangea looked at the soldiers.
Already Arrangea was not counting on the soldiers. If you don't come forward, that's fine. I'll take advantage of it at best.
Without even showing such an attitude in the yawn, Arrangea decreed.
"Winning or losing this battle depends on you guys! Expect Struggle! All units, proceed! Kick the lizards. Show them the will of the knight!
With that word of Arrangement, all armies scattered all over the Lake Greesian Marsh.
Yes, it scattered.
Until now, he scattered Lizardman's power in a separate squad, defeating Lizardman with a single breakthrough in the squad, but not this time.
Overall.
sparse.
That was Arrangea's deployment policy for troops.
Why did you do that?
The answer is simple.
All the remnants of the unit were called "separate units."
Why did you do that?
The answer is simple.
- I see you.
Arrangements and elites were in formation on the small high hills.
Arrangea was overlooking the settlements of the Lizardmans from there. Behind him stands soldiers over forty. They are the direct subordinates of Arrangea, and the will to dwell in their eyes is so high.
That was Arrangea's operation.
Clear the way to the settlement using the main unit itself as a snare and strike directly at the settlement with a unit directly under Arrangement.
For what?
To take the crest master's neck.
It will no longer come true to destroy Lizardman. But I can't go back to King's Capital without any souvenirs.
At the very least, if you drop the neck of the murderous crest master of the conflict, you'll have a minimal physical appearance.
That was Arrangea's thought drop.
(... The truth is I don't want to be on the front lines, etc.)
But I needed to leave.
This is a battlefield.
Arrangers are on the front line to draw the will of their men.
There was no fear in Arrangea. Such an unscrupulous thing - words like that have always been said since I was a child. And I've done that with a cool face.
I have that talent.
I have that luck.
What was born with is different from all the ordinary people.
Arranger laughs.
This predicament will also one day be a good spice of Arrangement's standing.
Same thing this time.
Just accomplish the quintessential throw as usual. A quick toss? No. Things that are normal and easy for arrangers.
Arrangea turned the sword given to him by the king to the settlement.
"Assault! I'll take the crest master's neck!
With that voice...
The final showdown of Lake Greesian Marsh began.