The wind is blowing.
North meadow.
The wind is gathering. The cold air is already winter.
Right away.
"Don't get colder from now on"
A man with a stern face dressed in pitch-black armor.
"How many winters have we had?"
That's what I say, I see the man next door.
"Saana."
Next door, this too, a man with pitch-black armor answers without hesitation.
"I'm not even counting."
Black Wolf Cavalry.
Even in the war-torn north, the mercenary regiment boasts one of the finest in strength.
The first man to open his mouth was Black Wolf Jerus.
I'm the leader of the Black Wolf Cavalry.
It is the Deputy's "Shadow Fang” Raise who is in conversation with this ancient mighty man of war who cuts ahead of himself and drives his horse, sometimes not quitting to cross with the enemy ace on a single ride.
Now, the alias "Mavilio's solo run” is better off on the north than those two names.
Follow behind them are five hundred cavalry men, also known as black wolves, of pitch-black armor.
From across the meadow, an army of enemies appears as they reflect the light of day into their armor.
"Hey, I got it."
Tell Jerus to nod his tongue.
"Morgard"
Without turning around, I call my men's names.
"What did Lord Ingle say?
"Make an exposure and pave the way for the main unit. We'll do it later," he said.
To Morgard's answer, Jerus sees Rays blurry, at his usual rate.
"General, get your own head."
"It would be the same everywhere the kitchen situation is painful."
Rays answers without taking his eyes off the enemy army ahead.
"I mean, it wouldn't be easy if they even caught the honor of the medal and caught the contract."
"If you're worried about nostalgia, you'll lose your neck, and Lord Ingle."
Jerus says, looking back at his own army.
"Gaddle. You're the spare today. If you signal, jump in."
"Aye."
A man called Gaddle replies and pulls the horse's reins.
Dozens of cavalry follow it and leave the line.
"Gayzac. Don't let it distract you."
In the words of Jerus, there is the man in the Black Wolf Cavalry, said to be the axe famous “Black War Axe” Gayzak spits from the horse with his face up.
"Do I look like that?"
"Fine then. Don't wait for your enemies today. You can't afford to look at my son."
Jerus grins fiercely when he sees the pattern of the sun painted on the flag that flies into the center of the enemy army.
"Nippon Wheel Mercenaries. I didn't expect you to come out here."
"Garba"
Reyes looked back and spoke calmly to the boy who would refrain next to Gayzac.
"I don't feel like it. Don't leave my father."
Gayzak's son, Garba, nods with a tense face, holding his father's conceded long axe on his shoulder.
Tell Reyes, who sees Garba with a look as if he sees his son, as Jerus remembered.
"Right. Raise, your son was the same age as Garba."
"Sort of. Come on, come on. Leading the way... so it's a mash of" herd blue "."
Raise laughed thinly.
"Jers, we're going first today."
"Whatever you want."
Jerus answers.
Raise's arm rose slightly. Dozens of my men still come off the line to go with it.
"Let's go. Don't be late for me."
Rays ran the horse, I have to say.
Behind it follows the men out of line.
Occasionally the distance from the enemy forces is clogged.
"Whoa," single-rider "!"
Ace “Crowd Blue” mash of the Sunwheel Mercenary Regiment in bright blue armor acknowledged Rays' appearance and shouted with joy.
"I missed you. I'll take that neck."
"I'm not gonna do it."
Clash.
In an instant, life and death intersect.
Mercenaries falling off horses. The subsequent mercenaries mow their lives relentlessly.
Rays and Mash, who had a triple slaughter in a different moment on the horse, lose sight of their opponents as they were distracted by a riot.
"" Single Ride Run "!" Mavillio's Single Ride Run "! I'm the one who wins your neck!
Mash's voice echoed from beyond his staggering enemies and allies.
The battle situation, thought to be one step at a time, leans in favor of the Black Wolf Cavalry Regiment at once, with the activity of a reserve put in by the Jers at an exquisite time.
The leader of the Nippon Mercenary Regiment “Nothing to Miss” Eigel gives instructions for a quick retreat before his own army is hit by a deadly blow.
The Black Wolves chase after the Sunwheel Mercenaries who have begun to retreat.
"Mash!"
Raise's eyes capture a blue armored warrior running forward.
"He came from me."
"It's a mess today. Change the day again."
Mash screams abominably and runs the horse.
"Don't say anything convenient."
Raise's horse had a better foot color.
I decided I couldn't get away with it. Mash punches me in the tongue and looks back.
"I'll deal with you,“ single-rider "!"
Flip the horse or pack it all at once for a snug slaughter.
Rays twisted it slightly.
"Oh!?"
From the shoulder mouth of the raised mash, Raise's slashing broke its body by trying to smash every armor.
"Warrior mash. It was Warrior Reyes who killed you."
Rays leaves that behind on Mash's body and moves on to pursuing more enemies.
A regular army, led by General Ingle, who has been marching behind the Black Wolf Cavalry Corps, hits an enemy regular army upset by the defeat of the Nippon Mercenary Corps.
Even though the numbers and momentum are up here, I can't collapse the way I think.
Ingle is never an incompetent general. The enemy general seems to be quite a good fighter, too.
"I'll have trouble without my employer"
Jerus pounds his tongue and screams at Rays.
"Raise. Slap him a little on the side of the enemy."
"Ooh."
Rays nodded and looked back.
Garba was following me perfectly behind.
"What about my father?"
"Beyond."
Garba points behind his back.
"How many did you slaughter?"
Uplifting his bloodstained face, Garba stood two fingers.
"Right."
Raise narrowed her eyes.
"I'll give you another handle. You come too."
Garba nods loudly at Raise's words.
When Rays raised his hand, dozens of black wolves moved according to it.
Again, on the horse.
"You're pretty much cleaned up around here, too."
To Jerus' words, Raise nods.
"We'll be stopping by anyway. Norn next."
"Sort of."
Jerus laughs.
"The Garba one, you worked hard. I thought you remembered your son."
"I don't remember."
Rays laughs bitterly.
"The battlefield doesn't suit him."
"Why not?"
Jerus looks at Rays wonderfully.
"Well, there was a sight. The sword was excellent. It seemed like my body was watching you. After less than six months on the battlefield, I became a warrior full of knowledge"
"Even if the sword works, that doesn't serve as a mercenary. You know best, Jerus."
"Hmm."
Jerus laughed.
"Sure, it was beautiful eyes. You can't have mercenaries."
To Jerus' words, Rays nods.
"That's too much faith in people"
"Isn't that a good thing? Unless you're a mercenary.... Those eyes were a mother's concession, Raise"
Rays shakes his head.
"I'm fine. My son is happy in the south. You can trust people on land."
"Right."
Jerus nods and glances at Rays' face.
"Don't talk about this."
Jerus laughed and changed the subject.
"It's too cold in Norn in the winter to be a battle. Let's go a little south. Rumor has it that Norn is on his way to the Snakebone Mercenaries."
"The King of Snakes."
Raise smiles.
If you take it down, you're the king of wolves.
It's not a vessel.
Jerus shakes his head.
"You would understand. To be called king, we have to cross Gaileus. Do you think you can do that?"
"No."
Rays also shook his head.
"Our“ King of Scorpions. "Gaileus. No one's going to get over it."
"Right?
Jerus laughs.
"So even if we defeat the King of Snakes, we'll be happy with the Prince of the Wolf."
"Which side down is the prince?"
Raise is also laughed at.
A cold breeze blowing in the sunset meadows was announcing the arrival of a long winter as early as possible.