Reincarnation Monarch

"Okay. Then we're leaving. All right?"

Everyone nodded in unison to Chester's call.

Chester confirmed it, returning the horse's head in large measure.

And when I kicked the horse belly gently and gave the signal, when I did, I slowly began to move forward.

And about ten meters away from the group, he kicked his horse belly hard and started his march as he raised his right arm and sent signals backwards.

Then you were surprised at the sudden start of the march, and the surrounding woods went out of their way.

But, naturally, Shester and the others kept moving forward without getting involved with the stiffness around them.

Then, after a while, a warcraft finally struck from the tree toward Shester, who would lead the way.

But Shester left without changing his complexion, just wearing his blue discolored right arm and releasing a single shot of extremely small frozen waterfalls (Blazefall).

But then, as he cut the weir, the warcraft flew one after the other over the tree, and he attacked him from all directions in the face of Shester.

But also, when Shester cleverly pinched and controlled the horse running at full speed with only two legs, he put his hands over his head and set off a tremendous number of frozen waterfalls (Blazefall) against the beasts.

Then Ice Falls (Blazefall), though extremely small, struck with sufficient power to kill the Warcraft, and the streets buried with the corpses of the Warcraft within the moment.

Then gradually the Warcraft began to strike the rear masses as well.

But that number was a lot less than the number that would strike against Shester going forward alone.

For this reason, Elba and the others had also succeeded in leaving the Warcraft without difficulty.

However, the problem was my lord.

The number of warcraft that struck the two princes more than the trees did not differ much from those against Elba.

Nonetheless, the lord was the problem because the number of warcraft running down the street and coming after him swelled up to a huge number with each passing hour.

"... this is not good... if you slow down a little, you'll catch up... then you'll be able to do the horse first. After that, we'll be hit too slowly..."

Shortly after Azio wiped the sweat off his forehead, he told him to blur as he cut off successively the warcraft pouring down from the tree.

Then Balto said, straddling the Warcraft as he did alongside Azio.

"... I won't let that happen. If we collapse, the fatigue will extend to Master Comet. Don't refuse to do that..."

"... I know how you feel... but you can't help but feel... something radical needs to be taken..."

When Azio said so, he exhaled one big sigh.

And when he cleverly shook his neck and rang beside him as he trumpeted the Warcraft, he looked like he was ready.

"... I have no choice. Suppose you get your hands on it..."