Summoned Slaughterer

After the clean destruction of the security forces on the Horland side of the border, the disposal of the gobbling and rolling corpses was entrusted to the Border Guard of Orson Grande.

The person in charge who was in the guard was reluctant to cross the border without permission,

"It's okay because I'll allow it. I mean, it's already Orson Grande territory."

Screwed down with one word, the soldiers slipped into the border and the Holland side with us, adding the condition that the belongings of the bodies and the objects of the enemy quarters should be whatever they wanted.

"... man"

Crushing that it's a hassle to use people, one, two, three aim ahead.

Not in a hurry, not slowly, but the trolley carrying one, two, three goes on.

As pleasant as ever, there are few travellers and merchants coming and going in the streets, to the extent that the farmers are visible carrying out their work in the fields they see occasionally.

"Not many people."

"I've heard from adventurers from Holland before that they can't travel very freely within the country. Besides, you think the population is fairly concentrated in the Wang capital?"

Plus, there seems to be quite a difference in treatment between a wizard and anything else.

If we take extreme magic supremacy and develop new magic and magic implements, the royal family will say it will be voiced and reused.

"Phew."

The streets are quite well maintained, but compared to Orson Grande and Vichy, there are many places that remain unrepaired, with many grasses and stones.

We went down the street until the evening and camped in the right place, but nobody passed through until the morning.

As we relaxed and had plenty of breakfast before proceeding further down the street, we could see the city before noon.

It's a city.

"What will you do?

"Let's buy food. If the enemy soldiers get in the way, you can kill them."

"Okay."

I wonder, and the soldiers arrive looking at each other.

The trolley slowed down and approached the entrance to the city where the gatekeeper stood.

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We have not yet received any news of one, two or three break-ins into the Royal Castle of Holland.

I guess that head of border security should have run someone to contact him, but before he did, he was killed and couldn't let anyone know what was going on at the border.

The king expected one hundred and twenty-three troops of the Orthon Grande to invade the border, but the king's grandson Verdre could not have predicted that far. For that reason, he took the order to prepare for defense to mean "keep him company without doing anything extra”.

"Damn! I should have been ready to be crowned by now...... you Orson Grande savages! And..."

I never put it in my mouth, but my dissatisfaction with the king also swept up to my throat.

During his long reign, his father, who was a prince, is dying, and his uncles are also about to give up their inheritance and end their lives as executive officers of state government. There was nothing to put into words, but my father was dissatisfied, and there is even fatigue within the royal castle on the face of the unchanged royal castle for too long.

There has been no noticeable advances in magic technology in the last decade, and neither has the King been able to strike such a hand.

The feeling that I could do well was growing day by day.

Returning to his own research and office, Verdre poured liquor from a pot of pottery, making a noise and lowering her back to the chair.

There, there's one guy who came in knocking.

At the age of 30 tangles, he wears a kizzy swallow tail suit and wraps his moustache carefully.

"Dear Verdre"

"... yourg"

The man, called Yug, poured liquor into Verdre's cup and prepared a cup for himself as well. Nor does Verdre say anything in particular to Yug, who does not say a word no and does so as if it were natural. During a relationship that lasted for several years, it was half a habit.

"With the king, is there something wrong?

"Nothing...... no, I just failed. I lost half of the soldiers I had prepared using the new magic equipment and they took the rest to the Orson Grande"

"That's..."

A bite, Yug with his mouth on the liquor, grinned nimmari at the scent.

"That's a good liquor. That's King Sun. No, you should be the next king."

"Don't tear it up. Besides, this failure keeps the throne."

Take a deep sigh and stare at the cup of liquor.

Because of the frustration, I don't feel the taste when I drink it.

"Isn't there a way to get to the throne right away"

"What are you doing stupid...... no way! You've got to be kidding me."

Eug, stared at, shrugged his shoulders and showed them without moving.

"I'm not kidding. Few hope that you will soon be seated on the throne. Say the majority of those who work in the royal castle. If that's what you want, you can get as many collaborators as you want, right?

"But..."

"You mustn't say anything weak. What are you going to do if you can't survive this many trials?"

Verdre was progressively drawn to the words that Eug would tell him to chew slowly through.

The voice of Yug echoes even more in the ears of Verdre, who thought of a person who was a king and grandfather and was roaring with his head.

"Taking the throne by force isn't another way to show strength?

The dissatisfaction with the King, which had been swirling until earlier, again dominates Verdre's heart.

"... what's the way?

"Excellent, it's an English break," Yug chuckled at Verdre's query, who raised his face.

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"Yes! Chiu-ku!

Once again, the former Holland soldiers, gathered in the square of Munster, were fed a good meal without being abused and everyone was largely well off after a slow rest.

We encourage each other that we are still mentally anxious, but still have hope of living.

And now, in front of them stands a girl who looks even younger than the girl who was preaching the other day.

"I'm Alyssa, Secretary of State for the Focarol Army! Greetings!"

"What, Secretary of State...?

Focalol soldiers lined up on both sides of Alyssa glanced at me when someone spilled that they couldn't believe it.

"Here! I'm talking to His Excellency!

"Shh, excuse me"

"Then I'll explain what's coming, I will!

"The Secretary has finally spoken politely!

"Good luck, sir!

Um, the soldiers around me are diligently supporting Alyssa, who flickers through the notes at hand, saying.

The side you're looking at hasn't kept up with your understanding.

"We ask everyone to go to Focarol with our army. One, two, three. I have your permission, so don't worry, we'll all have a place to stay somewhere in the city, and if you want, I'll do my job good offices. I'm in command of the army to Holland, so I can't get there, but I'll get back to Focalol's civilian."

"I'm sorry you weren't with the Secretary!

"Well, of course you're new here!

The Horrant soldiers don't know how to react to the Focarol soldiers' tension, but they hardly understand that they're going to Focarol anyway.

The tension of the Focarol soldiers seems to be the usual, and Alyssa diligently explained the contents of the note.

When he arrives in Focalol, he says he will register his name and age, enter the inn once, and then educate those who wish to introduce him to the workplace.

The Holland soldiers, who were puzzled by the unheard word of education, but look at Alyssa and talk to her mouth about how she's not treating her so badly.

"If anyone wants to join the Focarol Army, apply to someone in the civilian service when you get to the city. We, the Focarol Army, welcome everyone!

Cheers from the lead soldiers to Alyssa, who laughed and finished her explanation.

"Good day, sir!

"We have a drink for you!

"You must be tired. Get on my back!

Crowded by Alyssa, who descended from the altar, and saw the leading soldiers, who said their labor and what they did not know very well, the Holland soldiers decided to stop just entering the leading army.

"... what is this"

Subnak, who happened to be watching, crushed at a distance the two populations with temperature differences.

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"Wait, that's an odd ride... what is this? What are you doing in this city?

Looking at the approaching one, two, three, the gatekeeping two Holland soldiers grabbed a thin spear and who (or what) came.

"This is the ride I made. I didn't give it a name. I just stopped by to buy food on my way to Wang Du."

Without stopping, the guards rushed out their spears and stopped trying to get into the city just now, answering the question.

"Ma, wait! This question isn't over yet!

"Stop! Show me something that proves your identity and permission to travel within the country!

"Permission to travel? Is there even such a thing in this country?"

"Sounds like it. Again, mobility is restricted in the country."

Even behind the two of us talking relaxed, around chatting about inconvenience for the soldiers and the difficulty of checking in and out, this uneasy air hasn't changed even out of the country.

"You don't have a permit? No way. Escape!

To the guard who had brought the spear even closer, one, two, three, coined out of his nostalgia to show it.

"You know what this is?

Even when questioned, the watchman does not answer just by staring at his face.

"You don't seem to know. Does it only work domestically?"

Then I'll tell you, one, two, three spins the coin and gathers his gaze.

"It represents nobility in the Orthon Grande. Count of an enemy country, one, two, three."

The guard, taken for a moment, apparently finally recognized the word Orson Grande, and one rushed to the city.

"You call for backup"

The remaining guard laughed with his nose at what he meant by one, two, three questions.

"It's too late to freak out now. There's plenty of room for reflection on what happens when you name an enemy nobleman."

"What am I mistaken about? If you want to call for backup, call a lot. I'm bored when I'm done."

The guard, made a complete fool of himself, brought the spear tip closer to one, two, three eyes.

"Shut the fuck up! It's a good idea to put up a void..."

Unexpectedly, one, two, three puts his face all the way close.

As the spear tip nearly touched its left eye, the guard accidentally pulled the spear.

"You pulled the spear."

"Ugh..."

"Vain or whatever, if you decide to do it, don't pull it on the way"

I could see about 10 Holland soldiers rushing in when the watchman missed his gaze at the one, two, three gaze staring straight at me.

"Coming! Now..."

The guard had grown a knife from his chest while his chest was down for the arrival of backup.

"If you want to distract your enemies, don't look at them like this."

The guard, who complained with his eyes that he would do incredible things, remained breathless.

"Become... you!

The soldiers who have been murdered in front of their companions arrive with a change of complexion.

Store the knife while waiting for their arrival and take it to the clam.

"Don't let the Origa get their hands on you."

"Yes, sir."

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"Well, apparently there's a mix of wizards this time"

Behind the group, it was in the sight of one, two, three people in plain robes, who looked like three wizards, whether physically inferior or delayed.

Step into the city from one, two, three, as if you can't wait.

The man whose first shot of bronze crushed the face of the man who was in the lead, and who was damaged to the cervical spine by the impact collapsed more and more as he scattered his teeth.

The second pitch wraps around another man's neck, attracting prey to one, two, three.

One, two, and three, laughing at the enemy soldiers who came nearby, slashed the thigh artery with a sickle.

It quickly became a sea of blood, and residents nearby noticed an anomaly, screaming and fleeing.

When I set my aim for the third person, one, two, three of them quickly move sideways for one body minute when they notice signs of something flying in.

A rock about the size of a hug passed by and fell in front of the Origa who were behind it.

"Dear One, Two, Three! There are those who use the magic of the earth! Be careful!

"It's more about rock magic than dirt magic."

Apparently all three wizards use the same attribute, and two more rocks fly in.

You're sure you won, when you see the wizards, your mouth is laughing except from under the hood.

"Well, is this the way to do it," Ali ”too?

Saying, unfold the dark magic storage in front of you.

When the rock softly subsided in the black spread storage without sound, it closed as if nothing had happened.

"Hmm. It's user-friendly."

To one convinced one, one, two, three, the wizard of the enemy is blatant.

Not only that, but the soldiers also had their feet stopped at one, two, and three, where they exercised their magic without a cane or dagger.

"Come on, it's not over yet."

A roaring copper strikes and kills one side head again.

One more man was slashed in the neck with a sickle before the soldiers returned to me.

"Yes, back off once! This is gonna take a while to come together!

The rushed soldiers are once back down and lined up in groups.

One, two, three are waiting, yawning, for the soldiers that are in line with the brings.

"Are we done? I wish I could fight with my head, but train me to move a little faster. Soldiers at my place can change their ranks in seconds."

To the words of one, two, three, the Focarol soldiers nod proudly.

"Kah!

When one of the soldiers screamed, they all rushed in unison. From behind it, about three rocks fly again.

One, two, and three, when they stowed the clam and bare their hands, they went through it suddenly, as they lined up and sewed the gap between their opponents slashed with spears and swords.

Stand straight in front of the soldier who was at the rear.

"What?"

One, two, three did the soldier holding his sides so that he could hold the child, who did not understand why there was an enemy in front of him.

A flying rock hits the back of the soldier's head lifted up with the momentum he has been running.

Gushari, and I heard a nasty noise with water and air.

One, two, three, who threw away the body, rushed over to the wizard and turned him into a rust of knives as he stood.

"I wish I could think of a few more ways to use it."

When one, two, three, who wiped out the wizard, turned his gaze to the surviving soldier, there was not a single one who had already maintained his will.

But one, two, three were not going to let anyone live, and that was the result.