Sevens

A force of 500 men divided into three parts.

The armies of Aria, Miranda and Baldoor moved the Count, who was attacked by a boarder. We can't retreat with 1,500 enemies in front of us, and we've moved our troops. However, the number of soldiers eventually gathered had decreased to four thousand.

We didn't get together because there were troops who hadn't come back from the looting. And because it was greatly shredded by the work of the Arians.

We had our headquarters on each other's small high hills, and the battle was about to begin across the street. But the Arias join the three squads - and eventually with nearly 8,000 troops, I think in front of the enemy.

"That's nearly double the number. Still, is it a little more damaging to go from the front"

Soldiers I've borrowed, because I don't want to reduce it if I can. The opponent found himself bewildered in front of a larger army than he could have imagined.

If I close my eyes, the battlefield will be displayed in 3D in my head by the fifth generation - Dimension - and the sixth generation - Search - will display my enemy allies. Really, I think the simultaneous use of fifth and sixth generation skills is an area of cowardice.

It just doesn't make sense if you don't use those skills effectively either.

The seventh generation has advised me that I am climbing Porter's ceiling and thinking about what I am going to do.

"Lyell, take a good look at their placement. Get more information. It would save money considering the consumption of magic, but you should know what kind of organization they are forming '

It's been a long time since I've been pissed off.

"... Indeed. Then with real specs."

The third level skills of the sixth generation - real specs - give me more details about the other person. At the same time as the amount of information grew rapidly, it felt like it was pouring into my head in large quantities... and then temporarily, by flowing them to Monica, Monica handled it so that it was easy for me to understand.

"You're basically placing a unit of foster children on both wings of the squad. We're gathering the horseback squad in the center."

The third generation was calling the opponent's movements from within the treasure ball.

"Oh, gather around and storm? Sure, soldier morale, skill, gear... this one wins, but it could be an operation to come and get Lyell's neck at once '

It was helpful that they barely had this information. If you want to do it, you can lure your enemies into the center, surround them, and beat them.

Then, the fifth generation is in a serious voice.

"Lyell, call Baldoor's troops to the center. The horseback squad concentrates on both wings. Put Aria and Miranda on both wings. Nowem and Maxim are beside you, and if there's a guy who's been breaking through, I'll make him bump 'em.

I decided to follow the instructions of the fifth generation and issue an order.

"Nowem"

"Yes."

Nowem, who was close, approached me. Then, when he conveys the instructions of the fifth generation, Nowem turns to the decree.

Watching that happen, the third generation has said it sounds interesting.

'With that said, Lyell's the first war of some magnitude, isn't he?

I've fought in Zayn and Rolphis before, but the historical principals don't seem satisfied with that.

Gripping the treasure ball, the third generation laughed.

'Then take a good look. If the opponent has the same strength, naturally, the opponent also has great skill. And quite a few wizards, too.... It's gonna be flashy.'

Listening to the third generation, I turned forward.

- When the Count rode his horse, ministers and their soldiers, who were elite around him, consolidated themselves.

For better or worse, the house of Takemen, the man who is the head of the Count family called, looked at the army in front of him.

"Was there a lack of information? I didn't know there were just soldiers in South Baim..."

Next to the Count there was a dependable knight who was a minister. While riding the horse the same way, I had an axe in my hand - a Battleax.

"Count, it's unfavourable on number. I also wondered if the central breakthrough would be difficult as far as enemy movements are concerned. Wasn't it nice to retreat this battle?

The Earl wore a helmet mask when he laughed with his nose. Full-body armor, and horses were also wearing metal armor, just as heavy armor. He had a great sword in his hand with one arm, lightly shouldered whether he was working out from day to day.

"Doing that will scratch my family name.... I wish I had just had to, but many of my foster children were crushed. If we run away like this, even if we return to our territory, we will still have the roots of evil. Who follows an unreliable foster parent? If you do it badly, you'll turn to neighboring lords for each of your skirmish territories."

If only my honor would be hurt, the Count withdrew. However, it would have been difficult to manage the territory in the future if rumors had spread about the disadvantages that would ensue in the name of wounded honor, and not even the vengeance of the outgoing son.

"... I want a track record of fighting. You hit him once, and you're gonna have to get your opponent hurt and get out of there."

To the Count's high desire, the knight also replied that he would wear a mask.

"I say too much impotence. How much damage will be done"

The Earl whispered.

"Run away and you'll have more damage. Central breakthrough, then get together and leave! It's important that I move. You know what I mean."

"And."

"Yes?"

"Even though they kicked me out, I'm a Walt family person. You want to fight for it, don't you?

The knight nodded silently, and the Count shouted. Raise your sword, and your voice slowly spreads to every corner of the army of the Count as the soldiers around you respond loudly to that voice.

"Assault!"

Focusing on horseback riding, it took the form of clashes between the two armies in a way followed by soldiers behind it. The Earl looks out of his helmet, at the army ahead.

"Did I say Lyell? Come on, how do you fight?"

A magic shield broke out in the sky as the surrounding knights raised their left hand. magic, and was prepared to cover a thin but extensive range to prevent arrows. An army runs under the umbrella of light. It was fundamental to Bansaim's assault.

A knight was watching the enemy move. We are watching the enemy move with skill and shout out to the Count.

"It looks like the enemy is going to wait! Both wings are moving to surround us! But it's moving to surround itself big, and I'm not following this move!

The Count laughs in his helmet.

"Slow! Break through the center we've thinned before that! Walt family kid...... sounds like you missed your expectations!

And as the two armies gradually approached, enemy troops were waiting forward.

"What? Is that a golem?

The dolls made of iron stood a great shield. The enemy is showing itself from that gap, and looking at the weapon on which it stands, the Count...

"Do you fear such toys! Put your shield forward!

Knights putting up shields and deploying magic shields forward. Soldiers are running behind them and following, but gradually moving away.

The Count, who saw the enemy soldiers who stood guns and thought they could be prevented to that extent, had stormed without fear when he heard the gunshots. But...

"Hey, what!

The knights in the front blew back. Raised the bloodshed, and the horse fell, too, and was rampaging. I may have been surprised by the gunfire, but for that, the movement is strange.

The Count's beloved horse jumps and avoids a falling horse in front of him, but later some knights took his leg and the horse fell and fell.

"Count!

One young knight out in front of the Count was being shot through the chest with a gunshot. An iron weapon was pierced and blown back.

"Come on! If we get close, we have a winning chance here! Assault! Assault! Attack this one too!

The magical knights began to unleash their magic against the enemy in front of them. A fireball, a thunder, and a blade of wind strike the enemy. But a heavy looking golem with a big big shield in both hands spread the shield to the ground. Soldiers with enemy guns hiding behind them.

The magic hits the golem directly and causes an explosion, but even if there was damage to the surface of the golem or something, it didn't even reach the enemy soldiers who were behind it.

The Count, look at the sight.

"... change the war, Walt family kid!

It's not a tactic I've never had before. Not that there are no wizards who can use the golem at all, but such methods were also contemplated. However, many financial and human resource problems had not materialized.

Both enemies and allies fired magic at each other, and prevented and heard constant explosions from all around them. The Count turns his gaze to the knight who was next door.

"There is no longer a victory. But I will not be a prisoner!

To the earl's words, a knight nodded.

"We're here for you."

And the horse they ride jumps over the golem in front of them to take their husband to the enemy line.

From behind it, too, one knight after the other was riding his horse and jumping over the golem. Some of them could not fly over and knights and horses clashed against the Golem.

Then, near the internationally alien Golem, a person appeared to be the enemy general. The armor he was wearing, and the knights around him - judging from them, the Count erected a great sword.

"The battle is my loss. But it can't end like this!

At least on the road, but I saw a man with a lightweight spear next to a man in white and blue armor who thought so, Count. And when sand gathers around the man, it shapes the appearance of armor.

"No way...... he said it was Maxim Dunhell!!"

He was a famous knight in Bansaim. Rumor has it he's missing, but I didn't think he was here.

A knight, who is also the Count's right arm, goes towards Maxim like that. When he was slashed by Maxim, dressed in sand armor, he was throwing away his axe and pulling out his sword to avoid the axe falling off his eating horse.

"Your opponent is this me!

"Fine."

As the two fight, the Count turns to Lyell. He slowly pulled out a weapon like a hipster and gave instructions to step back around with his hands.

(Same weapon as the current owner? But I'm inferior to you in the melee!

Either way, he's surrounded, so he'll be captured later. I thought if I tried Count, I could take Lyell's neck or not, but my evaluation after death would be greatly divided.

I was just a little uncomfortable seeing someone who wouldn't panic under these circumstances.

He was played with a thin, thin sword as he waved the great sword towards Lyell.

"I have a good score! But!"

The Count prepared magic on his left hand when he let go of the reins. I'm not good at magic, but I'm definitely not at war. For that reason, he had trained only one magic as his wife. Because of this, skills have been expressed in the rear guard system of magic specialization, not in the reinforcement system.

Turning his left hand to Lyell, a large fireball came out in front of the Count's left arm - dancing in space with each left arm. As the blown left arm falls to the ground, it sprinkles flames all around you as it is. As the enemy wizards around him extinguished the fire, the Count saw his own left arm.

There, I didn't have my own left arm.

"... armor is a magic trick, too. Did you slash that?

The frightening Earl laughs as he looks at Lyell, who floats in the universe and holds his sword here.

"Again, the Walt family is full of monsters!

The Count rolled straight to the ground after Lyell's blow, but his consciousness wandered away as he watched him cross the horse, though from his own -.

Mr. Maxim was stabbing the knight he had slashed in with the Count with a spear to stop him from stabbing him.

Chest - to a blow of a spear piercing the heart, the opponent was dead holding the spear while spitting blood out of his helmet.

"... I've heard your name. You said you had a support system and the skills to look around. He's called the Count's Right Arm."

When Mr. Maxim said and evaluated the other knight, I looked around. The knights who had broken through were taken over by us waiting for them.

The enemy soldiers were unable to break through in front of the Golem with shields, losing their commanders and retreating to pieces, but they were already surrounded by the Arias and had no escape.

The body of the Earl, who lost his neck, fell off the horse.

When I look at Katana, the blood is on perfectly. Nowem was close and worried about me, but I was looking at the Count.

"Why was this guy laughing?"

I don't know how he was laughing when he died, whining like that while Nowem grabbed my arm.

"It means the Count was a knight, for better or worse. He must have been a samurai. Dear Lyell, if you care too much, your surroundings will be upset."

"... right"

I didn't understand them. From within the treasure balls, as the third generation exhales.

'Lyell may not understand, but there are races like this. If you don't fight, they'll die. They love the battlefield. You're here ~'

If you don't have to fight, don't fight, then can't you? And I'll check the battlefield with my skills. Then, it was also possible to confirm that enemy defectors fled the area.

"... that's it. Now Bansaim can't ignore us. Tell me exactly how big it is."

The fifth generation called out to me, still incomprehensible.

'Some people can like it if they look at it as individuals. But I don't know... some people want a battlefield. It's not the same as liking to plunder, liking to storm. He just wants to fight, enjoy the fight. If it was the Walt family, the first generation would have been more inclined to do so. "

I don't want to think the first generation did. But he was also going to laugh at his strong enemies.

Mr. Mireia tells me.

'Remember, Lyell. Some people have ideas that they don't understand. Plus, on the contrary, some people don't understand us. Don't deny it. Because that's the truth.'

I shook my head to the side and then I looked forward. Just the seventh generation.

'From the margins, we'd be a lot more belligerent, too. Well, I won't laugh until I'm dead.'