Skeleton Knight, in Another World

The river Weir, which has its source in the western part of the territory of the Kingdom of Salma Blanier and in the Sobil Mountains, crosses the Kingdom of Salma from north to south, and its streams serve as a boundary separating self-government from other possessions.

The Weir River, which is such a frontier, intersects the streets connecting Blanier territory with the king's capital Larissa, and a robust stone bridge was erected to cross the river, converting the former Northern Kingdom border fort as a stash for soldiers to guard those streets and bridges.

Its renovation, the fortifications of the maintained territory had a very large and idle atmosphere of the fortifications vis-à-vis the normally placed personnel, but now there was an air of exaltation and impatience before the war overflowing in many people.

It is not only the soldiers who were originally in charge of security at this fort who pack in the two fortifications to be built by the river, but also the soldiers of reinforcements from the Kingdom of Rhoden and even the warriors of the Elves who can be seen in the Branier army.

In addition to the warriors seconded from the Canadian Great Forest as far as the Elves were concerned, many of the warriors in the drant had joined the battle from the Luan Forest in a way led by both the two elders, Ivalud and Sergei.

The warriors of the Elves who are not usually seen by people are rare, and everyone can't help but follow their appearance at the edge of their eyes, but they are not collecting their ears and eyes simply because they are rare.

The fact that there are a small number of beautiful female warriors among the elf warriors usually gathers the gaze of the soldiers of the people who spend time in the men's society in response, which is also why there remains a floating atmosphere that lacks tension even before the battle against the immortals (undead) whose survival zone is endangered.

The mission is to win our own survival zone from the uncharted crisis of the invasion of the immortal (undead) army who visit us by joining the long-distance people, the Elves, and even the previously persecuted Beasts.

The practice of creating discord between the forces of each other is strictly forbidden, even by their immediate superiors.

But I dare not speak, but many of the soldiers of the people gathered here even felt the power relationship between the Elves and the people with precision in their skin.

Many people who have never seen many supplies or personnel within a blink of an eye, such as those who manipulate the magic of transfer to distant lands, and those who come alone hunting warcraft like soldiers in a squad to crusade, have actually seen rumors and feel that they have been shown the difference between the power (...) of different people and elves.

The point was that in this battle, the people will be turned that way by the Elves, and then there will be no more.

Neither the rulers of the people would have thought that the Elves were powerful enough to outperform the two empires, etc., which was also evident from the fact that the people's attitude towards the Elves was clearly different from that of the present.

Evidence of this is that the superiors have repeatedly seen themselves relative in a strangely disgraceful manner to the number of elves who do not exceed a thousand in this fort.

But no one is complacent about it.

Those who were also a major factor in it flew with their wings spread out from a simple square set beside the fort.

Dragon King (Dragon Road) Felfivislotte - A presence reigning at the apex of an organism that had only been heard in legends, stories, plays and poems, spreads its enormous and beautiful wings and ascends the sky.

Its beauty, which is more than eighty metres in length, is overwhelming and, apart from the high and low of its identity, there will be no such thing as one who can stay in the same attitude in front of that being, no matter how vain.

Exactly the very symbol of power that has left out reason...

The Dragon King (Dragon Road), whom the Elves have asked to cooperate in this battle - only a considerable number of idiots or brave men, such as those who try to show great attitude towards the Elves, who can move their existence so far.

Everyone understands that if Dragon King (Dragon Road), who is such a fearful being, would not contribute to the trend of this battle even if there were soldiers on the end like ourselves or not.

However, the fact that the premise of “cooperation” in this case will also be involved in the sales vouchers of the people is understandable to those who were chosen to stand in the land, even at the end of the soldiers.

The reality is obvious, but it is only cooperation on a reciprocal basis.

I am proud that the soldiers have also defended their own country and family, so in that regard I had a certain understanding and support for this attitude of the rulers, but I cannot deny that there is a feeling that they were led by the speech made when this march was so decided.

However, it is also significant that many soldiers were positive that there were strong reinforcements on their side.

More than that, the interest of the soldiers was gathered by the fact that it was the Hilk nation that led the great army of the immortals (undead) on the side of this invasion, and when the story was heard from the rulers, the shock was hard on their tongues.

In the first place, the topic of whether there is credibility in this story that the enemy is a Hilk nation that manipulates evil laws, because it was too abrupt a story that the Hilk nation is being taken over by monsters.

Moreover, the text to eliminate other races is a doctrinal content that soldiers already had when they were children, and if that were true, Hilkism would have been taken over by monsters for quite some time.

The veracity of the story told is unclear, but it is an indisputable fact that many races have come together to make a difference, and the story seemed to affirm eloquently above all.

Things show rapid development with many soldiers holding emotions that cannot be sorted out that way.

Dragon King (Dragon Road), who had always flown to Larissa, the king's capital, to conduct reconnaissance from the sky at regular intervals, was spotted by guard soldiers flying this day and returning to us shortly after.

Dragon King (Dragon Road) went straight down to the square beside the fort, and after a while, while the transmission ran through the soldiers in the fort, the arrival of the enemy and preparations for its reception were told to each squad.

The faces of the soldiers who had been in chatter until earlier reinforced the colour of tension on Russia, some of them going up to the outpost patrolled by the outer walls of the fort in an attempt to see what the enemy was this time.

They narrow their eyes uniformly by making sure they see watermarks across the river Wheel.

The skies of today have thin smoky clouds all over the sky, and the daytime but somewhere dim impression spreads ahead of your sight, making you feel somewhat ominous because of rumors whispered within the soldiers?

And it appeared ahead of the gaze of many soldiers, warriors, who sipped and watched.

Beyond the unstoppable river - the grassy hillside beyond began to spread many black stains, which were eventually pushing this way quietly, but surely, along the Whirl River running north and south.

It is not an intimidation unleashed by a commanded army lined up.

Just caricaturally aiming for the eastern Blanier realm, the scenery created by its overwhelming number entailed an unspeakable creepy atmosphere in its first sight for those living in this world.

An armored soldier who solidifies himself into blunt gear, seemingly just an infantry - it builds countless small groups and comes at the foot of every loose soul.

Seeing only that, it was only a large group of infantry, and the element of being a pre-explained immortal (undead) would not have felt fine dust either.

But happiness or unhappiness, it contained one or two of the small groups scattered with beings far from the figure of man from the light in the group coming towards it, and the soldiers who saw the figure were leaking a small scream without knowing it.

"... the earth is filled with monsters."

The words of one of the soldiers who witnessed the sight muttered with no one - it was something that made the soldiers who went up to the outposts and watchtowers feel the same way.

The lower body is a giant spider that is also about the height of an armored soldier walking beside it, on which grow two formerly human beings, like branches, each stretched out of his body with a weapon of thought.

The presence of aliens who are neither warcraft, let alone men - strange creatures such as those connected by distortion - were coming straight down the river Wheel to lead every group of walking armored soldiers - and to the Branier territory that lies ahead.

The immortal (undead) army arrived - and the alarm to inform it began to sound louder in the fort, causing the fort to appear more hasty than earlier.

Looking down like that from the rooftops of the towers set up in the fort are the Blanier Border Uncle, who keeps this territory, and the Great Elf Fangus Elder, who heads the warriors of the Elves who have been seconded from the Canadian Great Forest.

"It's more unbelievable to get the information and see the sight with your own eyes once again, even though I had some anticipation of this... I wondered if this was real."

It was Uncle Blanier who said that and groaned to deepen the frown wrinkles and roar.

As he himself said, the current sight was to a certain extent an event that he had anticipated and prepared at the time of hearing the report made by the Messenger from the Wang capital, and he even went out to his neighbour, the Kingdom of Northern, to offer his support in order to defend himself from that anticipated future.

So we were able to install support from the Elves, the Beasts, and even the Kingdom of Rhoden in the east, who accidentally obtained the handover, and now we are gathering more force than was originally thought of by Uncle Borderline.

It will not be possible to align any more forces later or earlier.

Unbeknownst to him, Uncle Border stared at the immortal (undead) army that pushed him across the river Wheel.

If we can break ourselves here, we will lose the lives of the people who live there, as well as the people who live there.

A warrior with a giant body standing with a magnificent arm beside him - Fangus, the Great Elder - slapped such a Blanier Borderline uncle on his shoulder and affixed a grin to his awesome face as he caged his power on his shoulder.

"Your face is tense, Lord Wendri. Even if you don't come with such a face, this one comes with Master Felfivislotte. We can win enough fights if we stick to our original plan."

When Fangus said so, he gently waved the heavy looking hammer that was lowering to his waist, striking it on the stone floor at his feet and sounding the dull noise around him.

"Canadian warriors! First the bowman nails them to the river! After that, please measure it so that Master Felfivislotte is good! Show us our full power!

A loud voice of fan gas echoed from the roof of the fort tower, and the warriors of the Elves who were waiting in the fort where they were gathered shouted in unison and waved their weapons into heaven.

At the same time, on the rooftop of the tower, a flag combining several colors was handily mounted on a long strut, which was raised towards another fortress away.

Stirred by a river breeze that blows as it slips through the river surface, it flies across a different color flag so that another tower away reacts to that color flag that waves heavily.

The warriors of the elves with bows, who had packed it into both forts as a signal, went up to the rooftops of the walkways and towers facing the rivers in the fort and bowed to their respective arrangements.

The head of the opposing immortal (undead) army finally reached the River Weir, gathering successively in places that became shallow enough to cross on foot among them, and a few of them began to cross the river as the water splashed up.

I guess the flow cannot be countered by the immortality of boulders (undead) at unspoiled depths, the formation of the leading group of immortals (undead) aiming for shallow places of nature and rivers will be in the form of some protrusions.

When the Immortal (undead) soldiers continue to cross the river in a way that is led by the Spider-Man, and some of them reach the middle of the river, suddenly their Immortal (undead) soldiers' heads blow up and sink straight out of their knees into the stream of the river.

Beginning with that, one immortal (undead) soldier after another steps near the center of the river.

"What is this..."

Blanier Borderline Uncle wasn't the only one who accidentally leaked such a voice.

The soldiers of the people equally looked at the sight with incredible eyes.

It is due to the warriors of the Elves who have bowed in the fort that they are taking over the Undead.

No matter how much this fort is built beside the river, it is more than five hundred meters away from the center of the river where the target, the Immortal (the Undead), is located. It was not even affected by river wind, and shooting through enemies precisely was something far beyond the performance of the bow known to man.

And the arrows unleashed by them elf warriors fly as if it were accelerating itself, sometimes shooting unmatched through enemies trying to avoid arrows by drawing loose arcs.

That was not only the same immortal (undead) soldier as the figure of a person, but it was no exception even if the subject was a spiderman wearing tough flesh and good protective equipment.

When the arrow pierced the Spider-Man's flesh, it had the effect of instantly determining the surrounding flesh as if the arrow had exploded, causing a giant spider's torso and feet, and relentless second and third chase arrows flew from both forts to the Spider-Man who fell into inaction, stopping the breath root of that alien monster.

As Uncle Blanier watched the Elf warriors show such amazing shooting arms, they were all casting something of a spell when they laid their bows, so it was possible to speculate that the arrows they would unleash would have magical power.

But the answer would be no if I told them how accurate the elf warriors were to fire, and how much more than 200,000 alien armies could be withdrawn from them.

The number of warriors of the Elves packing in the two fortifications built by the river - the number of bowmen who are now participating in the attack, combined with the personnel of both towers, has finally exceeded a thousand, and the total number of enemy immortals (undead) is unclear to their opponents.

But it also seemed to have worked to such an extent as to make the other side feel quite alert, that the crossing of the river Wheel was stopped at the behest of several spidermen, and they went back to the opposite bank so as to rendezvous with the ensuing push.

From the decision that crossing the river in a small number would be a sniper, he would have assembled on the opposite bank of the river outside range and then switched to a step across the river all at once.

The judgment wandered the world without even addressing it, and truly engraved the impression of soldiers and warriors that it was a dominant being in a clearly intentioned existence, far from the ever immortal (undead) who would only strip the living of their fangs.

"It's not Lord Wendri's word, but it's a big difference between what you hear and know and what you see and feel. The Undead make clear decisions about the state of war."

Nodding to the words of the Great Elder Fangus, Uncle Blanier also agrees.

But this action on the part of the enemy was already a predicted move, and the measure was also a testament to the left, which was well carried.

The two watch the immortal (undead) army gather on the opposite bank quietly from the roof of the tower, and see how the opponent finally begins to fester to move to the river at once, and know that the time is approaching.

"It's time..."

Elder Fangus looked up to the thin cloudy sky to be alone, and let his gaze wander to capture the appearance of purpose in his sight.