Sevens

Having invaded Selva, I was in front of the fort as Commander-in-Chief of Zain.

Surrounding the perimeter of the fort, the troops placed fire magic into it.

Historical emperors watched from the treasure balls.

I gave Clara an order to stick my thumb up my mouth.

"Clara, magic is coming. Get in defensive position. '

"I understand."

When I confirm that the enemy has skewed the wizards in the fort in an attempt to target some troops and set them on intensive fire, I command the other side of the force.

Nowem was on your side.

"Nowem, the enemy is focused on Clara. Keep attacking. We're down to archers, so maybe we'll let them storm. '

Attacks by siege weapons had been shot down by enemy wizards. Each other, shooting magic at each other and continuing their defense as long as the magic lasts.

At night, resting at each other's best is a common sight on the battlefield.

I also thought about multiplying it by the dark night and breaking into the fort. But they didn't let me do it.

I have a fifth generation voice.

'... you're soft. Sure, it's jilli poor to keep going, but we shouldn't have let it bias us on the other'

Fifth generation to make harsh comments on the judgment of enemy commanders. But the fourth generation had a different opinion.

'If you keep going and you just lose, it's not a bad idea to explore the best way. In fact, Clara's place has less magical attacks. I thought you wanted to crush it first.

I gave orders to a soldier who was nearby.

"Send reinforcements. Can you get a transmission?

"Yes!

A nervous knight took orders and headed straight to tell. I think it takes a troublesome means, but this was also a request of the historical contemporaries.

The seventh generation.

"Hmm, would you like this at first?"

The third generation.

"Is it a critical pass? Lyell, too, but Zain and Selva are the ones who don't move well together. Instead, Selva is desperate, so there's a lot to be apprenticed about when it comes to movement. '

Serbian knights and soldiers were fighting well in fortifications surrounded by all sides. But this one has different momentum.

In my head, I knew that the fifth generation of dimensions and the sixth generation of specs would allow enemy movements to take hold of me.

My skills, connections, are quick to give instructions.

The enemy fort is gradually shredded from its surface, and this one does not receive an attack, so it appears to be in a hurry.

When the attack focused on Clara's troops, the rushed Evas were putting up a magic shield to prevent the attack.

Conversely, the troops with Nowem reinforce the offensive.

When the enemy was scraped without protecting the walls of the fort without preventing the magic of Nowem, the enemy could see movement again.

The third generation.

"Oh, come out. It's the third day, so I guess I went to the gamble before I lost my morale '

The fort had horseback riding gathered and preparations were under way for the assault.

Different numbers from the source, this one attacks and defends accurately, so the opponent seems to have decided to strike out impatiently.

The seventh generation did not deny that judgment.

'Will that happen if we explore the possibility of winning in a situation where reinforcements do not come? The status of the stockpile, and the low morale... makes me want to sympathize with the Commander of Selva'

Still, I wouldn't say out of hand, so I guess the historical masters will move thoroughly if they decide to move.

When I got up, I told the order.

"The enemy is coming out. Tell everyone to pull their minds together."

As the soldiers popped out, Aria, who was beside him, also stood up. Instead of sending Aria out to a magical shootout, I thought I'd keep her warm.

Monica and Shannon are rear, and May is now rear and waiting. Miranda was in a unit placed opposite me, where she was waiting for my instructions.

Then Mr. Crate on the horse came to me.

"Mr. Lyell! If enemies come, I'll deal with them!

Taking the knight, Mr. Crate was putting up a spear to show his motivation. I hope you don't storm them if you can, as the soldiers are waiting for their enemies with long spears.

I put my arms together.

"The assault will await my instructions. Aria, get around to helping Mr. Crate."

With that said, Aria seemed just a little dissatisfied.

"You're not answering?

The fourth generation.

'No, there's already a track record. There's no point in Lyell coming out. I mean, not when the Admiral comes forward.'

It is a prerequisite that the Admiral should not step forward. That means a winnable general. Soldiers can't be relieved if they don't build up their track record.

In that regard, I became too famous when Zain was recaptured.

I didn't have to go out of my way, the knights and soldiers were afraid of me.

"I'm here because I trust you. And don't get distracted because your enemies are desperate."

Gently tapping Aria's back, Aria runs to where her horse is with her helmet in her left hand.

Just a little bit, I guess it's not my fault you looked happy.

The third generation that heard that.

'Trust. Ma, you've certainly grown, haven't you, Aria? There's a stretching bill, and let's keep going for the general. "

I thought it was a third-generation joke, but unexpectedly imagine it looked good on me.

(Think about it)

And the fourth generation.

'... Lyell, I've drawn them this far. Take responsibility.'

I gripped the treasure ball hard as I crossed the horse and watched Aria stand behind me waiting for the enemy to arrive.

- The gates of the fort were lowered, and when the gates became bridges, knights came from there on horseback to storm.

Soldiers are following it, aiming at the headquarters with Lyell.

Aria held the spear of her right hand aside as she grabbed the horse's reins with her left hand.

Nearby, the knights saddled from the Saints and the Holy Knights seemed nervous before the enemy assault.

I was helming, and I heard a rough breath.

In that, the crate at the head, look at the battlefield on horseback and say something.

"That's awesome stuff. Move your opponent as if it were in your hand…"

The horseback cavalry that had stormed was awaited with soldiers poking their long spears. When the two collide, several knights are shaken off the horse, poked by a spear and spit blood.

But there were a handful of knights who cut off their spears and stormed them.

When the soldiers began to fight hard, Lyell gave them a signal.

The crate's out loud!

"Assault ah!!"

To match that voice, the knights run their horses towards their enemies.

Aria also saw a knight approaching in front of her as she kicked the horse's belly and ran.

(Handy? But!

In the gap in the armor, a broken spear was pierced. But when Aria put up a spear on the horse, she rolled out a poke straight at the target.

Aria's spear, which breaks through each opponent's armor, was hardened with skill. But the opponent let go of his weapon while spitting blood and grabbed Aria's spear with both hands.

"This guy!"

To keep the spear from pulling through, or the opponent with the force was about to collapse off the horse as it was.

When Aria confirmed that a Serbian infantry was coming nearby, she let go of the spear and pulled out her lower back sword.

"I'm not used to it."

Down from the horse, with his sword in one hand, Aria slashed and lay down the infantry coming towards him. Red balls shining red on Aria's chest make Aria use her skills.

Captain who leads the infantry.

"You have skills! Surround and slap!

I give orders to my men, but Aria was laughing a little in her helmet.

"It's late!"

My skills - quick enough, Aria's movements seemed impossible to follow in the eyes of the enemy, and when I slashed the captainship, the infantry, my surrounding men, also slashed down.

The cheap sword slips with a blade spill and blood and becomes useless.

Maybe it can be used as a blunt instrument, but Aria hasn't polished the handling of blunt instruments that far.

When I took the sword that was falling to the ground, I stuck the sword I had on the ground and looked around. With frightened eyes, the Selva soldiers were looking at themselves.

Then one knight on a horse came out in front of Aria.

Stabbing Zain's knight with one spear, he was about to throw down his spear as it was and pull out his hips sword and swing it down to Aria.

When Aria played with the sword, the opponent jumped off the horse and landed on the ground to set a goal for Aria.

The ground where the weeds grow, the grass stretches to the knees.

In that, the opponent was free to move around and meet with Aria with his sword.

(This guy, strong!

Aria takes the distance to leave, but the other knight stood with his sword on his back.

(Whimpers!)

As Aria flied sideways, the slaughter swept in the surrounding grass. Aria could use the same skills, but she was interested in those that seemed similar and different.

In her helmet, Aria is laughing about whether it's fun or not.

"That's good. You've never done much with skill."

Aria tries to jump into her opponent's nostalgia, but her opponent has also packed her distance. A skilled, hardened sword scattered a spark and spilled a blade.

But the other sword didn't even spill a blade.

"That's sloppy. Products?"

Then the knight of Selva...

"Both the outer roads... fall on this sword and lay low!

After several meetings with the sword she picked up, Aria realized her opponent's power was unfavourable before.

The other sword is a trade. Maybe it's a magic trick. That's what I decided when I saw my sword hardened by skill was worn out and out of use.

When Aria dumped her sword, she pulled out the dagger she had prepared behind her hips. And when I pulled the stick out with my left hand, I connected it straight to the dagger pattern.

As the opponent packed the distance, Aria waved a dagger with a short spear to prevent the opponent and kicked him straight away.

The opponent's knight - he seems to have some experience, but swordsmanship is modeled. It also has strength and skills, and I guess it still makes sense until now.

Over the helmet, a knight staring at Aria.

"You bad-footed bitch!

To their words, Aria laughed.

"You behave too well!

When I said that and stepped in, I used my skills. Quick.

The opponent's knight takes the attack of Aria, whose movements have changed, and strikes back. He had enough skill to go about Aria's movements and Aria used her skills.

Physical strengthening...

Hardening of weapons...

And when you step in big.

"Slash."

Once, the first time I saw it was when I headed for a bandit crusade with Lyell. Aria's red balls were taken from the thief's head, and that skill the opponent used to show them.

But the slash Aria uses nowadays is not what bandits used. Sharpness and destructiveness were further enhanced by Aria's physical abilities and talents.

When the knight opened his eyes, Aria's short spear was slashing deep into the knight's armor.

The opponent's sword was empty and empty by Aria's feint.

Blood erupts from the other person's helmet. As Aria pulled through the short spear, blood also erupted from her chest. Aria bathing in return blood.

The knight who falls, to Aria.

"Hey, let's hear your name."

That's what they say, Aria.

It's Aria Lockward.

When I said that, I didn't see the knight's face but he seemed to be laughing. And he seemed to be looking around.

"... our loss. If it's enough to take away... you can use this. And Aria......"

Around them were the assailants seized and surrendered.

Aria listened to the knight's last words, even as she guarded her surroundings.

"The next time I see you... it's hell"

To the exhausted knight, Aria gently prayed. And receive the sword that the knight had. Remove the sheath as well and take it in your hand, apparently the sword is really like a magic tool.

"… do I have to use it as a product? I ask him if he can't use it because he interferes with his balls skills."

Aria, with the loot in her hand, heard Seung-chun rise.

When I saw the fort, a white flag was raised indicating surrender. Looking at Sole, Aria grabs the sword and thinks.

(Hell... but this sight is hell too)

Around, Serbian knights and soldiers. And the cadavers of the knights and soldiers of Zain, though less than Selva, were also rolling -.

- What the Rolphis faction heard was the fact that Zain had unplugged the border fort in three days.

Alette was also stunned when she received the report and obtained detailed information.

Night.

In a tent illuminated by lantern light, Allette was holding the paperwork in both hands. A few days wasn't the problem.

In fact, Rolphis also broke through Selva's fortress in a matter of days.

But what I don't believe in is the number of reports.

"Not even 10,000. That, too, was dropped at practically four thousand... the number of enemies should have been between two and three thousand, even if they were quoted as small. That's how many soldiers you dropped?"

Typically, siege warfare is considered more advantageous by the defender.

We need some conditions, but still we should be in a situation where there is nothing we can do about it to a slightly larger extent.

In fact, Rolphis had somewhere to push in numbers.

If you read the report, there was a name there for the crate you didn't solicit.

It says he picked up the enemy general and did his best.

But Alette knows.

"... you deliberately handled the crate. Sure, if you use it this way, you're a shiny guy."

Alette knew the strengths and weaknesses of the crate. Because I knew it, I didn't solicit it myself.

Crate is good at being faithful to what he says, but when it comes to making his own decisions, it's normal. No, Alette thought it might be below normal.

And he was appreciating himself that he wasn't just the commander who handled the crate well.

"Isn't it coarse? As a knight, as a general... I think he's a genius."

Allette, who didn't think Lyell was such a knight from now on, wondered there.

"Why did the Walts kick him out? Doesn't look like there's a particular problem... is it a women's relationship? You got your hands on a woman you shouldn't have? That's possible. I have to tell Her Royal Highness to be careful."

Alette sighed, folding the report she was gripping beautifully - that's where I came up with it.

"No, wait! If you have a bad femininity, and hands on someone you shouldn't... Her Royal Highness... and to Dear Anneline... then Rolphis is!

Alette, who came up with something, decided to consult with her deputy to find out immediately. In the tent where he jumped out of the tent and nobody was gone, the report Alette threw slowly fell to the ground -.