Sweet Reincarnation

The Lulut Border House has been politically disadvantaged since last year's skirmish. Because while mobilizing the surrounding nobles, it ended without much success. Besides, he draws his army by losing, albeit localized, limited battles.

From the neighboring nobles who responded to the mobilization, they were scattered and stuffed when they were trampled on in vain.

Regardless, I didn't stay put with no measures.

With the back shield of the Duke's house, he went around preaching the threat of the Hate Fuberlek family, which gradually increases pressure. However, although the circulation of threat theory itself has a certain effect, it is also not so heartfelt from other houses.

Preparing for military threats in other countries is the status of Borderline Uncle. Instead of removing military threats, the slander of incompetence is inevitable if we lose and increase the threat even further. And there are no men to follow incompetently.

While I was trying to figure out a way to open it.

The light appeared from close quarters.

"You're doing great so far, just like they said."

"Yes, if you use my magic, it's natural."

It was a small man to talk to the Lutroot Borderline Uncle.

A young man who has recently gained a rapid say in the Luttrut family home, which is due to certain abilities.

Ability to secure a voice in a landlord as much as the Borderline Uncle family. It's the ability to be more effective than 10,000 troops on its own sometimes. Yes, it is magic.

"You were right to keep them at home. I will reward you for your continued work."

"I'm afraid, my lord."

"How's it going?"

"Please wait. I'll show you now."

Where the magic has increased, the wizard man puts his hand on the shoulder of the Luttrut border uncle.

Then, the footage became visible in the eyes of Uncle Borderline. Whatever it is, it's a video shared by humans using magic.

Video overlooking the battlefield, overlooking the scene. I can see the battlefield as far away as I can get it. There is no such convenient ability for the conductor.

Wizards are a rarity that is said to be one in 10,000 people, and a handful more of them if they become magical enough to be available on the battlefield.

Lutroot Borderline uncle was proud of his luck in winning the lottery.

"Hmm, that's good."

"It seems so. I was pushing it back to good shape yesterday at the West Gate, but it pushed me back. Today is the day I want to push it off."

"It doesn't have to be said. Oh, the East Gate seems thinner today."

"You will have had yesterday's West Gate offense. Due to lack of experience, Fuberlek's son, who commands him, has been able to respond appropriately."

"Hmm. It looks like about 50% of the Tiger Child's defense team is at the West Gate. On the contrary, the east side is thin. A good opportunity to attack from here. All right, send reinforcements east immediately. Let Count Marleni turn."

"Ha."

On the instructions of Uncle Borderline, a soldier beside him left a reply of acceptance and ran to the preaching order. Uncle Borderline's instructions are communicated quickly.

Shortly afterwards, a large number of people began to arrive at the walls on the eastern side of Alcom. More than a thousand in number. Count Mallaini's commanding force is the one that motivates me.

To an attack like the Great Tsunami, the defensive side was clearly disadvantaged and seemed to be small in number. In fact, after the defeat since then, the defensive force sees obvious limits.

"All right, all right, the east side's starting to push, too. It's going well."

"There you go."

"Keep pushing it in and you can win...... hmm? What the hell is that group?"

"Let's stop by a little bit."

In the eyes of the Lulut border uncle, the situation at the East Gate became more and more detailed. The face that sees it gradually gets steeper.

Because a group of dozens or so began to stop the onslaught that was moving around the corner. Quite a few strong soldiers stand together. This must be out of hand in Uncle Marleni, who relies on numbers to attack.

In a limited narrow battlefield called the Wall, the number of soldiers appears not as an instantaneous force but as an endurance. And strength depends on the quality of the soldiers. A passage that only allows one person to pass is always a one-on-one battle, no matter how many enemies there may be. In polar terms, it is also not impossible to defend the strong alone as long as the stamina continues.

Defense or Attack is proportional to the quality of a soldier, and Continuity is proportional to the number of soldiers. This is often the case with the battle of narrow, exclusive spaces. A simple calculation cannot be made that if the number is high, we can win.

Even a few dozen of them can push back as much clutter, including miscellaneous soldiers, if they are properly directed and of good quality.

Depending on the quality of the commander, there is a proviso that

"That's not Mortairn garbage!!

From what I could see in detail, I opened my eyes to the borderline uncle.

On the battlefield, I always found an abominable opponent flying around and getting in my way every time. The stare is sharp as a snake, with a grudge as sticky as a tar.

That's not true either. The hero of the Kingdom of God is, from the perspective of the Kingdom of Siri, the devil.

"Tell Archers!!

"What should I tell you?"

"One flies around prominently, exorcise the ghost. I don't mind throwing anything else away. Focus on those guys and aim. When it comes to taking Mortairn's neck, the reward will do as much as you want. And give you all the spares."

"Ha."

Luttrut Border Bergered issued an indifferent attack order.

If we defeat the Phantom Knight here and now, the impact will be immeasurable. Concentrate almost all of your power on the East Gate, putting in stone throwers and archers. I will spare no effort to pour in the spare parts I have taken for the time being. I will also give you the soldiers who were giving you a break in preparation for the night war. I will do exactly what I can.

A situation in which opponents who are difficult to capture on the battlefield are now unable to move in order to protect the walls. Now is your chance to slap the fly that was flying around, staying in one place.

It was the capture of Mortairn's tail here that made the decision to win.

Eventually, the decision will yield one result.

A delightful order was sent from Count Marleni, who was attacking the East Gate.

The opening, loudest and proud to report.

"My Lord!! I did it!!

"What!!

"We tailored Ghosts and Peeping Demons together!!

A hunt for the neck and a feared casserole. Shiitz hates me as a peeping demon. Someone known for their notoriety together.

Jered the boulder also revealed his delight at reports that he had defeated these two.

"Oh, did you do it? And you're sure about that?

But it takes joy but suspicion.

Whether you really knocked him down or not. Whatever it is, it's that Mortairn. Twenty years of concerns. I don't even think it's that easy to clean up.

Prudence was naturally required of a commander.

"I've definitely confirmed that the arrow hits. We were around the face together, so it's definitely a serious injury first."

The wizard man was also in tune with the report of the decree.

"I even magically confirmed it. Indeed, both names have been wounded and carried backwards, and their men are heading right and left."

Same information from multiple muscles.

Now I can be sure that I have finally laid down two wizards of the Mortairn family.

"Yay!! All right, when that mortarn can't move, their morale should be a mess. Launch a total attack. Now is the time to clear years of resentment and fulfill our grief!!

Borderline Uncle's Decree I.

Momented by the news of a ghost knight strike, the Lutroot Border Bersers were now about to swallow the walls exactly as well.

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"The Admiral and his squire have been hit!!

By being targeted by the Mortairn family, all of them were appropriately damaged, to say how elite and well-known they were. It is impossible to prevent arrows and stones pouring down like dust and sand perfectly.

The most painful thing was the occurrence of a case of casserole to be in command and the injury of Shiites to be in charge of the substitute.

Everybody, calm down.

"Master Casserole, you shouldn't talk. It touches the wound."

Deep-handed casserole speaks to the face of the Mortairn family where the word "wolf" seems to apply as it is.

The arrow has already been pulled out, but the casserole is blind with one eye crushed. If I had stabbed him a little deeper, I would have reached his brain. Lifetime to Nine Deaths.

My men are right to tell me to keep them company because they touch the wounds. So much, he looked painful.

"I'm telling you to calm down. Don't make the mistake of what we need to do now. Defend the walls. If this place is dropped, not far away, the Kingdom of God will be confused. Neighbouring countries like the Famine Wolf move simultaneously and become a return to the war ahead. That must be prevented at all costs. I can't pull this place."

"But even Mr. Shiites..."

Everyone's eyes are transferred from casserole to shiites.

There, he bled out of his head and even looked like a systemic hare. He stood up to protect the casserole.

He's starting to fever whether it's poisoned from the wound or not, and it's a very dangerous situation.

"Don't give up. If we set foot here, help will come."

In the words of Casserole, everyone in the Mortairn family remembered. Look at one boy.

Son of a man whom we call our Lord. Turn it into a secret weapon of the Mortairn family and a showdown weapon.

With the fall of key members now, their presence was crucial to tighten up those who floated.

The casserole feels the pain of the wound and leaves her still.

I believe in my good luck.

I have been on the battlefield many times before. There was so much that it wasn't enough to fold my fingers with both hands that I thought I was dying, that I remembered my life was in danger, that I felt I was in danger.

But I've survived every time.

I am loved by God.

Casserole has believed that.

It started with being given magic, and so was being credited with meeting fellows who could keep their backs.

The same goes for the fact that I've met a partner I don't even want in my own capacity.

And I was blessed with enough children to entrust my own aftermath.

I wanted to believe now that I had enough to believe.

"But in time or not"

"I'm fine. I've never lost a bet that I'm here."

Casserole believes in her own strong luck. I forced everyone around me to believe it.

All bets (all-ins) on our fate now.

And Casserole won the bet.

Because the trump card came back to us.

One of my men brought a boy with joy.

"Father, it's late"

"I've been waiting for you, Pais."

"Young lady!!

"Dear Pastry!!

Pais, who was back on the battlefield, was clearly exhausted.

I have a neighborhood under my eyes and my proud silver hair is not firm. Everyone understands that he was working without a single night's sleep.

But only the brilliance of the eyes and the brilliance of attracting people in distress did not change.

Seeing the painful appearance of Casserole and Shiites, Pais did not have a normal heart in the boulder, but Casserole tries to ask her son in a calm voice.

"Pais, how much reinforcements have gathered"

moments and imminent circumstances of castle fall. Only Pastry's brought reinforcements are hopes that could reverse the situation.

Enemy forces are estimated to be more than 30,000. The House of Huberlek against less than three thousand. They say there is a three-fold law on attackers in castle attacks, but the defensive side is at a disadvantage no matter what you look at if it is tenfold.

At the very least, I want a force close to it, not to say 10,000.

"What I brought with me were southern facades, starting with the Ratesh family, the Bombino family. In numbers, it's about 200 elite."

But Pace's words were abnormal.

"Only two hundred!!

"I'm done!!

Naturally, my men are also in great shock.

Always a sober casserole and a shocking number to the point that I would have liked some more.

"I had a bad feeling about it, so I brought it as quickly as I could collect it in half a day"

"Come on, do you have to hold on to that?"

Though it seems good to have gathered overnight, it is still few.

There will be a thorough delayed battle here and we will have to hold out.

Or, lead the elite and abandon the territorial capital. Should we gather reinforcements again and try to recapture them?

The face of the Mortairn family, think.

but such thoughts, are accidentally broken.

"Situation where Father and Shiites are seriously injured. If we keep pulling, our house will be defeated. The Mortairn family is a home that has always been undefeated as long as his father is around. We should keep it that way."

"But too little power. I haven't even read through the other person's hands yet."

"The Ratesh family has the information, and we have some idea of who their magic is. Why don't you leave this place to me?

"I'll take care of it?... Can you handle it?

To Casserole's inquiry, the boy nodded.

"Yes, I have a plan."

Where does Pace's confidence come from?

Human said measures like insanity walking in clothes. What the hell is that?

Yes, everyone wanted to hear it.

Perceived the atmosphere, Pais gently sits between them and looks around at the faces of the Mortairn family.

"Can you leave it to me"

"It would be good"

The casserole decides.

Anyway, I can't take command satisfactorily. Then I'll leave everything to Pace first.

The samurai on the battlefield were quick to make a decision.

"Now, first of all, as we carry Father and Shiites to the safe hinterland... let's strike a hand that will repel the enemy"

"What the hell are you doing?

"Right...... Tobiam"

"Am I?"

Pais called Tobiam's name after listening to his squire's doubts and looking around at their physical appearance as Girosilo.

After being somewhat puzzled and deserving, he gently agreed.

"Let Tobiam be a wizard. From now on, you are the best wizard in the world."

"Huh?!

Everyone there didn't know what Pais meant by what he said.