The Royal Army has arrived in the meadows.
Using the magic of the wind to find out how many, roughly 15,000.
The Royal Army is greeted by Au's chiefs, me, three Temsies and me, Jumel, and two right-armed fighters one at a time.
Au's chief fighter can apparently speak the southern language.
Fifteen thousand is too little.
In the meadows, the whole people of the meadows fight Bran.
That number exceeds eighty thousand each time.
Even then it is finally hard to win.
That's only fifteen thousand, are the south guys licking Bran?
No, maybe he just doesn't know.
From the army of the kingdom, one, two, three, four, five, six men came this way.
One is a young man in flashy armor, three are men in luxurious armor with long spears and bows in their hands, one is a man of qualitative weapons and armor more than three, and one is a poor man without weapons.
Would it feel like the head of this army, three escorts, an interpreter, a staff officer...
A man in flashy armor started talking.
A qualitative man translates that. Was it an interpreter after all?
You said my name was Kyle Etts.
"Well, my name is Godle, the one who leads the Au tribe of the largest tribe in the meadows, behind me is the great warrior of the meadows, Lord Jumka, and Lord Temzi, the chief of the Longa tribe to whom Lord Jumka belongs"
Au's chief (Godle) returned the greeting on his behalf.
Goddamn fighters translate that.
A man named Kyle talks about something so that he can do it, and an interpreter says something about it. But when Kyle told the interpreter in anger, the interpreter gave him a dark face.
"O people of the meadows, the prince said something very rude. But my role is to translate it, and I want you to understand that."
That's what the interpreter says.
"Oh, my God, say it"
"Yes, savages of the meadows, kneel down and cry and thank us because we will defeat the pale warcraft, and prepare the woman while we are here. That is the existential significance of you barbarians. you say."
I went to the golden place and grabbed the root from around the time the man started talking.
I made it because I was about to come forward, upside down.
"Do what. Let go."
"Calm down."
"I don't like it, I'll kill these guys. Six of them in the south anyway. Me and this guy can kill us all."
"What do we do?
"Do... do..."
"You're going to deal with the 15,000 over there all over the people of the meadows? I don't want any more futile battles."
"But such humiliation"
"Think about it, you've been listening to Bran since you were a kid, too, haven't you?
"Oh."
Goddamn it.
When I stared at the interpreter, the interpreter shook his body with a bicum.
"Don't translate what you're about to say."
"Ha ha, yes"
The south guys in front of us are only about 165cm. It would be scary if those guys stared at me with a 192 cm.
"Think about it, Lord Godle, do you think Bran can hunt in that pompous crowd of those south ones?
Goddamn it, Goddamn it.
"No, you won't"
I start pounding my ears on Godle.
"Then let them fight freely to reduce the number of wolves under Bran's command and exterminate them all. You'll be distracted."
Goddamn snorts cocoon at my word.
I start talking to the six of you while I grab the root of the goddle.
"I'll show you the meadow. If you want more than that, kneel down, please, and if you cry and ask me, you can think about it."
Goddamn fighters translate my words.
When I hear that, Kyle and the three faces of his escort turn bright red.
I am stopped by a man who seems to be an interpreter and a staff officer screaming something.
I lifted my right arm and Jumel gave me my bow and arrow.
Equipped with it, Jumel also equipped with a bow.
"If I put my hand on the weapon, I'll shoot through that armor ornament. If you pull out your weapon, I'll shoot you through the forehead."
Translate one of my words with a smile from the Goddamn Fighter.
In contrast, a man with an even more fierce spear put his hand on the spear cover.
I unleashed an arrow and smashed the ornament on my helmet.
The six southerners solidify into that momentary event.
I'll set the next arrow.
Go home now.
When I translated my words, a man desperately returned to forgive the four men who seemed to be staff officers who made his face even brighter.
When the six of us returned, we were a little further away from each other. We entered the ranks of Au and Longa's elite units.
Me and Temsy, Godle got inside the luxurious Simple Pao.
"Let's discuss what's coming"
Me and Temsy sit on the floor too when Godle sits on the ground.
"So what?
Godle sees me and Temsy sitting down and starts talking.
"No, as originally planned. Take us near Blanc's nest and let's go with the sights of the heights."
Temsy nods when I speak.
"You're absolutely right. I don't think that's a problem."
Godle nodded and said.
"The kingdom only tells us to cooperate, so if you really, really ask us to kneel down and help you, let's help them."
Temsy speaks with a smile that her eyes are not laughing.
This guy seems pretty smart, too.
"Right, well, let's call the meeting that far. You've taken a woman from a nearby Watang tribe to me and Lord Temsy and Lord Jumka, but what do we do?
Um, what do I do... Well, it's okay to say no, and no.
"I won't let it happen."
Godle nodded that I figured that out.
"I'll take it."
"Okay."
That's what I said and the two of them left Pao.
When I went outside, they took a woman they liked from the women in line to their own simple pao.
From the next day our troops advanced and led the soldiers of the kingdom to the Blanc nest.
Most soldiers in the kingdom are infantry and few cavalry.
Infantry are also slow to walk, unlike meadow fighters who are moving to fit horseback riding.
The march, which I initially thought would arrive in three days, took seven days.
I called the example six again.
Tell them that Bran's nest is already in front of them.
"Eh, Master Kyle says we'll do the Warcraft crusade alone, so don't let the savages in the meadows get their hands on you, if you kneel down and ask me, I'll let you cooperate. Excuse me."
Godle smiled back as he floated his blue muscles.
"Well, I'll let you keep an eye on me a little further away. Are we going to attack now?
Kyle told me something when the Godle fighter translated it.
"Soldiers will also be tired, so we put up a line today to rest, and you said you would attack tomorrow"
"Okay."
That's why we broke up.
But I called the guy who was working as an interpreter and invited him here.
We, the people of the meadow, set up in a small high place a little further away.
The meeting of the three just had to be confirmed tomorrow. It was dissolved.
I invited the interpreter to my pao.
Don't hesitate to sit down.
When I urged him, the interpreter sat beside me.
"I know you do, but my name is Jumka. I want you to tell me your name."
This interpreter, unlike Kyle and the others, was always polite to us.
Besides, armor is qualitative, but it's not like the armor of a guy who's good and just extravagant.
"My name is Yaritsu"
I don't know what this means, but maybe this is a thankful greeting.
"Right, Lord Yaritsu, let's hear it. Who are those people?
"They are the second prince of the kingdom and the sons of the chief minister."
"Ho."
Well, that sounds like a lot of things.
"Lord Yaritsu, there is no one else here. Besides, I'm not powerful enough to do anything in the kingdom. So let's talk a little bit. You know, public stories..."
Lord Yaritsu looked a little drawn to my grin.
I asked Lord Yaritsu to bring me a drink. I heard all about the kingdom this time.
The king of the kingdom apparently likes women like that and has more than thirty children.
Apparently, the King is still healthy enough to welcome a new side room, but it seems that restraint on the next king has already begun under the water.
The first prince is a side chamber belly, and the second prince is a full chamber belly.
He said the king decided on a second prince to let the second prince put his hand in it and make sure he was in a position as the next king.
I still wanted to ask, but drinking any more Lord Yaritsu could have an impact tomorrow. I order you to send someone who understands the southern language to tell him that Lord Yaritsu is staying here.
Turned the liquor into tea. I spoke to Lord Yaritsu.
Surprisingly, we talked a lot about whether the horses fit.
What surprised me was that Lord Yaritsu was thirty-six years old, and honestly I thought he was about the same as me or a little above.
"Don't tell me. I care about being a child's face."
"I'm sorry. If this battle is over, why don't you stretch it out with your beard?
"Is that a mustache... I'll think about it"
So they laughed and slept with each other.
Next day
Lord Yaritsu hurried back to the kingdom formation in the early morning.
The sun also rose and the armies of the kingdom proceeded.
We, the people of the meadow, are motionless and watchful.
When one giant pale wolf appears, one wolf after another gathers from around him.
I can see the enormity of that wolf from a distance.
That's Bran.
Bran growls loudly.
The voice has reached this point.
The horses we were riding panicked.
The depth of my ride shivered a little panicky, too.
I whip my ass once.
Deep soon became quiet.
Other horses are panicking as they look around. Everyone else is desperately calming it down.
Soon the horse regains his composure.
The prairie war horses were taught to fight wolves, so they were able to calm down quickly.
But the horses in the kingdom are different.
Panicked by Blanc's roar, he sighs and collapses his formation.
Bran didn't miss it.
A second growl.
Besides, the horse didn't break out.
And the wolves of his subordinate were struck by the royal army in unison.
The pack of wolves gently slaughters the lightly dressed infantry, eating their arms and feet and cleaving the steeple with their claws.
The soldiers of the kingdom also panicked at first but quickly put in place their system.
Continuing the battle with the wolf, he defeats the wolf.
Gradually, the kingdoms pushed the wolves.
As the wolf wounded and fell. Soon there was a creature next to Blanc.
The creature was no less large and stood with dignity than it would lose to Blanc.
horny female deer, pair of brans, red female deer, proud branded maroon
It is a creature so called, Marlow the Giant Deer Queen.
Malo shined the corner into a rainbow and spread the light.
Then as I saw it, the wolves, whose wounds were blocked and unable to move, rose again.
The already breathless wolf will not come back to life, but the magic of its recovery was nevertheless a threat.
The magic of recovery that cannot be used by humans. And Malo will use it.
It is said that if the horn is powdered and swallowed, all diseases will be cured.
Malo's magic changed the wolf to dominance again.