"What the... it...
It was a young man I had never seen before who struck down that word as everyone listened to the words of the Knights Commander, who might come to an end.
Several knights set themselves up, but when the deputy commander drank "Stop it" they all stopped.
"Roderick,... is the son of the Knights Commander.
This will be the earliest face-to-face, with Deputy Clark, who thought so, stepping back from front of the special abilities of video and correspondents, paving the way for the youth.
This man... son of the Knights Commander... ●
Honestly, he looked incredible from the look of the Knights Commander. I have the same silver hair as the Knights Commander, but that stretches and scatters with the bumps, to the back, and my forehead almost covers my face. Shirts like white tank tops and yore yore trousers often seen by people working in the fields. The body is tight, but the lines are thin, with a strong muscular impression. Is it about thirteen to fourteen? It's more like a peasant than a knight.
Why are you there?
The Knights captain also opens his eyes to his surprise and stares at my child in front of him.
"I thought it was something because the Knights were passing in front of the field... what the... what the fuck is that?"
I felt a clear anger there.
Very unlikely to be the parent child's last conversation.
The Knights captain stares silently at the angry son of what he cannot see.
"What about my mother and father?" Every time I worry, now I'm like, "That's it. You're kidding." What a knight without a scratch! I'm the Knights Commander. I don't want you hanging around like that. "
It only sounds like a curse, but there was certainly a feeling of resistance to the fact that his father would die.
"Stand up, goddamn father. Go home and apologize a thousand times to your mother."
'I'm sorry... that's impossible. I die here as a knight. At least... I'll give you another audition.
I told you I'm not a knight.
The Knights Commander distorted his face a little sadly to the young man who shouted so, and laughed.
'Right...... your life. As I told you before, I'm not going to strongly stop you from not going for a knight anymore. I just wanted you to know... how my people and people risked their lives to be knights.... as my father.
Keep it up, Roderick. The Knights slowly stab their own swords to the ground and wake up their upper bodies.
Then I heard multiple footsteps from somewhere step by step. It's not in the direction of an ally recruit, it's from the direction of a cliff that was being shot at.
"Looks like we're out of ammo at last, huh? Let me take care of this.
Little by little from the corner of the video, you can see the Raiders. They were all men with bandit-like looks. More footsteps, more and more.
The deputy commander calmly ordered his men to "cut communication from here". At that moment, the colour of the knight's eyes that had been sending the footage returned, and the Knights leader across the footage laughed 'It's a good decision' when he realized it.
Now I'm in a one-way state where no audio or video is sent from here and only video and voice from the Knights Commander is shown here.
"Hey Clark, what..."
"We need information about our enemies, but we can't give them anything from here.
The deputy captain clearly said no to your wolfish son.
Before the Raiders, only one Knight Commander flips his body and turns back. The surprise attackers I noticed laughed manually at the knight captain with his legs fitted.
But the Knights captain releases his words as if he could not hear them.
"There are future recruits ahead. I'm not going to let you serve until backup arrives.
What the fuck is he saying when his leg fits in? The ambush laughs when he keeps him alive if he grows up.
'So watch, my son. of my father as a knight... the last living. "
At the next moment, the Knights Commander slashed down the nearest ambusher with his sword.
It seemed too instant for the other ambushers to react.
In the meantime, he slashed down another man who was lined up in front of him again, and when he received his opponent's sword with one of his own arms with special abilities, he went to his heart and now he put his sword up. The angry men bundle up and jump at one knight captain.
Oh no...
Before the footage, my legs tremble. Style rushed over and put his hand on my shoulder to cover it from my eyes if I had to, but I dared say no to it. This is a sight I shouldn't lose sight of.
In front of the video, the Knights Commander's son is screaming out loud like his throat is ripped open.
Don't be ridiculous, Temehe and his dads, I'll kill you, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop. I stuck up a voice that I coughed from time to time and still couldn't reach. There were tears in his eyes on the back of his mouth when the curse was vomited.
Behind that, the deputy commander was giving command to an advance unit that would have arrived at the scene. Put one or more recruits in a safe place while the Knights Commander is holding back. And after they've all evacuated, they're all trying to evacuate in case of a cliff crash.
No one under the Knights Commander will let them go for backup. Because that's what he wants.
I can't do anything. I've decided to do the rest of my life... for the people of the country. I couldn't do anything.
I just can't help but admire the tragedy like this.
It seemed clear to Pride's eyes, as if time was slowly flowing, from the blow of the Knight Commander in the video to the face of every ambusher.
At that time
"Ah,... man..."
It was the brown-skinned man who was still behind the enemy asking how the Knights and the men were doing in Pride's eyes.
I was in the game... on some route... a bunch of violent people in my country...
That's all I remember, Pride took a thin sword of his own that seemed to handle in the inventory of weapons carried to move him over.
Running up to the footage to see it closer as it is. The son of the Knights captain, who had watched it all along in the front, watched the footage flashly forgetting to even scream without even realizing it.
[Panting]
When Pride lined up next to the Knights Commander's son, the Knights Commander was shot in the foot and knelt by one of the ambushers who was not caught in a rock. Beyond the footage, the men whispered, "A gun would do it! Keep your distance," he exclaims.
"Do it, don't do it. Ooh, ooh, ooh."
The Knight Commander's son reached for the immaterial footage as he roared, pushed through the footage as it was, and collapsed.
The fury of his father and the ambushers is still echoing from the footage directly behind him.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh"
Beat the floor with both fists, I can yell. He turned around and stared at the footage and the knights gazing toward him from behind his messy hair.
"Who... help my father? You're the leader of the group. Why am I different and special? If you're special, help my father. Why do you have so many knights?
The voices of the Knights Commander and the voices of the youth overlap in the footage shot at the enemy.
"Why can't anyone help my father?"
That wasn't anger, it was close to screaming.
Neither the deputy commander nor the knights can say anything. I'm just staring at even the hateful ambush and the venerable Knight Commander's back.
That's when the youth tried to lean down again on the unresponsive scream.
"It's okay.
Someone gently slaps the young man on the shoulder in the bread.
looked up all the time and there was one girl there. With an unlike sword in one hand, she ran out.
"Who are the people of my country, I will not let them be unhappy"
Again with determination in her mouth, she pulls out her sword.
The knights around them peel off their eyes as well as surprise, reaching out to lower their swords.
Her skirt ripped vertically from the middle, along with the sound of Zach, Zach, and the cloth cutting vigorously.
She screams as she shakes her wavy crimson hair.
"Bring me to that battlefield."