Tower of Karma

The shape of both groups staring across the Roulya River. Earlier protruding are the mountainous areas upstream. We had already fought many times here, repeatedly attacking, retreating, retreating, attacking. In the plains where the river shows calm, the plains are spread, and it is imperative that the territory be greatly shredded on the day when it is formed even at the base, alarmingly. Therefore, we have no choice but to divide the soldiers without fighting each other.

Williams and the others had been dispatched to the mountains as a task force. Arcadia's young lions are the ones around. Both are either far above curls in terms of grid or have higher experience.

"Hey, Carl. Half the momentum. That's right. Undefeated Carl is different."

Both Gregor and Angelm, who were outstanding at the party venue, have also been dispatched to this occasion. Where I could be a little bit, Gilberto's appearance also. He was carrying a hundred captains of the hipster.

"Unfortunately, Hilda was on an eastern expedition in the opposite direction. I'm not here."

Gregor slammed into Carl, who was frightened at the moment. Carl has a strange look that seems boring like he's relieved. Frank and Ignaerts were nibbling behind them.

"As brilliant as ever. That's Lord William."

Angelm coming for a handshake. William responds with a troubled face.

"Dear Carl, it was a battle."

"... be humble"

Nothing has ever been heard of Angelum crushing with blushes. I wasn't going to let Angelm hear it either. Angelm was just aware. About William, his strength.

"Excellent mountain battle, but how do you fight Sir Carl"

"Er... I haven't thought about it yet. We don't even know who they are yet."

"It's time to go, Master Carl. You have to say hello to the Legion Leader. You two, I'll see you later. There will be stories."

Pull up before the blubber comes out. Carl has also laid the foundations of his military strategy to some extent, but there are still few drawbacks of measures that would fit in with a pissy in action. What is lacking in terms of both experience and knowledge in commanding the core unit, the Hundred. William thinks it's not very nice to be able to guess that.

"Ooh, see you, Carl! Let me eat with Rutgard next time! Please, brother!

Say something that Gregor doesn't know if he's serious or lying. Carl has a troubled look.

"... I'll see you later"

Angelm was staring at William. While noticing that gaze, William takes his gaze off. William thought in his heart that Angelm's movements required caution, although he can't move with speculation as to whether something is being taken into account or if something bothers him.

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I also greeted the Legion Leader, and Williams and the others were on their assigned placement. Looking around the Williams, both wings are placed in Angelm and Gregor, rather far from downstream. The assessment of the current situation is that of Angelum, positioned on the most upstream side, and Gilberto, positioned on the downstream side, with high wings. Especially Gilberto. Placement in places where you can and must move wherever you want. The weight of the expectations being put on is different.

"What we need to do is obvious. Eating our own formation across the other side of the border, or mountain groups, is the point of attack. This is why so many young people of expectation are gathered. Maintaining the status quo is not enough. I guess that means get results."

The Legion Leader was also a young category, and this battlefield will have a gathering of hopes. That's why it's impossible to lose. Show other countries the gap, but this is all the talent we've got. Win and take for granted. It is no longer a world of ways to win.

"What are the characteristics of mountain warfare? It's a review, Carl."

Carl and William are the only ones on this scene. Frank and Ignaerts are putting the squad together outside.

"Um... first of all, that the number of advantages is less than the flat ground, that there are high and low differences and watch out for the terrain, and then that the infantry is at the center and the mobility drops? What do you say?"

William sneers. Look at that. Carl's face is gorgeous.

"You're grabbing a big mess. Well, there's as much detail as there is if you chop it up in detail, but it means that the natural opponent will finally make up a large number of people. It is better to possess a fine map and gain a deeper grasp of the terrain to win. This time, though, it's not a minor battlefield, because it's where Arcadia, Nedeluxe, has shredded his sneeze many times. We'll know the terrain in detail."

It was William, who usually uses numerous hands in the phase of grasping the terrain, but he doesn't need to do it all this time. This is because both armies understand the terrain so poorly. You don't have to make detailed maps to get them cheap.

"Then where does it make a difference... you know?

Carl snapped his neck. Carl, who took this behavior, is no longer thinking, and is completely awaiting William's answer. It seems to be Carl when it comes to growing up but not changing in the fundamental part.

"The part to make a difference is' speed '"

William smiled.

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"I guess it's speed that should make a difference."

There was a mountainous area, across the river from the river Rulya, a group of blacks. The man at its center is dressed like a combination of black fur and black armor. The atmosphere is wolfish, but the outfit looks wolfish again. Wolf in the shape of a man, man calls him Wolf of 'Black Wolf'.

"Han? You're gonna have limited mobility, aren't you? Then why bother being there? Pop Pop Pop with his powers."

Wolfe looked at Nika with the eyes of a fool. And sigh at that lack of colour.

"Hey, what's that sigh? I'm gonna fucking kill you."

Floating through Nika's angry voice, Wolfe turned to the other man.

"That's why, Nika. Its value jumps because it is restricted. A situation where we know each other's terrain, speed is key to taking a better place. The speed of deployment, the speed of movement, the cooperation with other armies, the 'speed' of everything is going to matter."

Nika struck her hand at all the points of convergence. I probably don't understand.

"The battle is at stake. But there's a part of us that's definitely missing."

"Working with other armies, right?"

At the same time that Wolf started talking about tactics, Nika started fishing around there. Zero motivation to get involved in the tactical aspect of the story. Interest does not exist. I'm not even willing to study. Wolfe takes a deep sigh of relief at such an old fashioned figure.

"Oh yeah. That's the guy in charge. You're not the one who can talk about us without character. It's impossible to work together."

"Nedeluxe weighs particularly heavily among the Seven Kingdoms... so it's hard to do as a mercenary"

It is the Nedeluxe army that is pushing the mountain zone. But that's just the way things are, and I'm not trying to keep that position alive. If Wolfe could take command of all the armies, he would attack and crush them all at once and take the mountain zone itself, even if it drained heavily of his troops the most.

"The commander is like this. Too protruding and isolating...... sounds stupid! It would be a numb attack to that extent. Mountains are a natural factor, aren't they? If you take it, you'll be isolated. I can't do that, because incompetence is my head."

Wolfe gives an unpleasant look.

"There's a bad side to conservative Nedeluxe. Too afraid of mistakes."

"The worst part is that the other side is made up of young people... you're going to cancer"

Arcadia also has a big conservative side, but an army made up of young people would push it. Above all, Arcadia now has enough momentum to write off a few mistakes. I just said that the soil that breeds offense is enough.

"I guess the fight will continue to lose. Well... my aim is the White Mask."

Nika, who was fishing, suddenly threw a retrospective knife at me. The track Wolff would have hit if he had avoided it. Wolfe was letting her cheeks snap when she cringed.

"Temei, you're still after those tits! Are you fighting for boobs? Aah!? You like boobs so much! Fucking bastard!"

Nika has roots about the breast deal (Nika naming). As for Wolfe, half a joke. Half real. It is a totally indispensable fact that I like boobs.

"Relax. You'll get the trinity horn of the Nederks with one of the ten captains' necks, like 'White Mask', anyway. Talent is definitely a masterpiece. I can't seem to use it, but that's... hey, you can do it."

"What the heck! You don't look disgusting, you idiot!

"He said it was a disgusting face!? Grab this super-looking Wolfe. Oh, my God! Correct me! Master Wolfe says he's handsome and super cool!

"That's what makes me sick, Barcoverka!

"Nymph!

Serious time is over where the couple comics have begun. Perhaps Wolfe abandoned the fight. That's why we're on the Nedeluxe side of the river, even though we're pushing it.

"Thoroughly when you get here... you really are a cunning man like a wolf"

I don't know the Arcadia side yet. that there is a mix of wolves among the enemies. That's when the wolf's fangs chew their throats off a thousand times, convinced of the victory. The sight seemed to the man.

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Arcadia was moving fast. I thought the good Angelm had moved, and Gregor on the reverse side pushed in, and the curls completely collapsed where the center had become thin. This is an operation determined by the military rites of the day before. A one-off operation was decided upon with the support of Angelm, Gregor and others, as proposed by Carl. It was Gilberto who was dissatisfied. Nevertheless, it is just premature to move Gilberto, the need to connect the mountains to the flat ground in the battle of war. Speed matters, but we don't make gaps.

But it didn't get to completely disintegrate the opponent in his first day of motion.

because the central stickiness was considerable.

"... Shit"

William, who clearly seems unhappy. He was dissatisfied with finishing his first day without finishing up the man with the sword. But it was also a matter of no choice. The opponent that William was confronting was Anatole of the 'Cry Spear', the katana of Sanguinis Rheinberga. The sound of the spear was so masterful that it was bemoaned by the dead.

"Is this the 'White Mask'? I don't think it's a whole lot more cod to ask for Shrubester."

Anatole, the commander of this army's regiment, is conservative, tough in tactical terms, and, to put it badly, only moves as it should, but is also a finger folding user in Nederks in a one-horse race. It is all due to this anatology that we were attacked so much today, or that we were not pushed out of the center.

"Not so much that I can't get my hands on it. But I'm not optimistic enough."

This is how Anatole appreciated William's power. Now I can still contain even Anatol. But to be honest, I have no idea how much it will grow after this.

"I can understand a little bit of why Rudolph was told that he would be picked."

Anatole felt that Rudolph wasn't even close enough to come out, though. To this extent, there are many in the world. There was no part of the current situation that was particularly outstanding, nor did I feel the need to report it to Rheinberga.

If Anatole had been profoundly tactical and noticed another part of William, there would have been measures he could have taken. At any rate, Anatole could see out the simple power, but William's ability to perceive the 'power' he possessed could not be.

If we had moved '| Black Mercenaries (Noir Gallu)' within this day, we could have avoided the hell of a time on the Nederks side starting here.

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Daily losing streak. This result pierces Anatole's body. The position you were supposed to be pushing is already trampling around the river and near the foot of the mountain. The Arcadia side is a thorough escape hand against Anatole, even as Anatole himself tries to fight the Lion Rapid. You can't be pushed in single and surrounded, a form that killed a single rider's breakthrough by not being dealt with.

"Is this Carl von Taylor's strategy? No, it's brilliant."

I commend Carl, whose men in Angelm recommended this measure.

"Sure... brilliant measure"

Angelm is faceless. I don't know what that thought is. But the work to be done does it perfectly. The eldest son of the prestigious Kruger family was a well-balanced hundred captain. It combines intellectual courage.

"I'll tell my team. No rush, but move to push it off today."

Control the mountains today. This determines the trend of this battle.

"You said ah! We'll attack and crush them all at once!

It's the Gregor Hundreds who attack guns. The march at the time of the fierce fire did not diminish its momentum, not even in the mountains without horseback riding.

"Dear Gregor. Isn't that a little too protruding?

Gregor smiles when he hears his men's weak remarks.

"Fool. What are we gonna do, back off in a win? Drop enemies first to get the first shot. Not Gilberto, not Hilda, not Angelm, not Carl, but me, Gregor von Thunder!

Gregor grins fiercely. An expression full of ambition, this was also Gregor's face.

Gilberto is immovable. This battle is decided when Gilberto, the link between the mountains and the flat ground, moves. The reason for not moving now is precisely where it is. There was no way to move Gilberto among Carl's recommendations. Gilberto himself, he wasn't even willing to move.

"Sir Gilberto. Are you sure you don't want to move?

Gilberto gives a disgruntled look.

"I have a disagreement with that guy who's down there... but it's not the time to move. That's all."

Gilberto sounds his nose and sees the battlefield. If Nedeluxe moves, this is the only time. If we don't move here, we're done. That's why...

"Not at all... I don't like to make it"

Only that part of the movement is loose.

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"Well, Lord Anatole. Is it time to rely on us?

A black group appeared in front of Anatol, who was cutting its wings.

"You guys! What are you skipping! If you were hired by my army, show me what you can do!

When I heard that, the leaders of the group erupted.

"Buha! Exactly. We're hired. If it bothers you, you can just roll your ass around. It might be a B to make you drink so you can destroy it."

Anatole's spear roars down the man's throat. The tone is the mourning of the dead and the bewitching. There is an imminent blow to the 'Cry Spear' that can be named not only for the Nederks but for the surrounding states.

Gagin. What I prevented were two people standing next to a man. A woman like a man, and a man like a woman. Anatol opened his eyes. He is a man who bent himself up to this point with a spear. "Black Wolf," anyway, I never thought I'd be able to stop it to the point of proximity.

"I'll tell you what, we're strong. I have the power to open the situation even from here on out. But if Temei and the others win, they can't win. We have one condition for winning this fight. Drink or not, make your choice."

There is no later situation even for anatol. If I lost here, my neck would definitely be out of my torso. And the clan romantic party may be wiped out. Rudolph wouldn't be surprised if he did, and even if he survived, he would have a narrow shoulder.

"... can you win?

"Naturally. Who the hell do you think I am?"

In this situation, in the absence of a later situation,

"……… say the terms"

I just have to get over it. For something that has a winnable plan.

Everything to this point is exactly what 'Black Wolf' is after. From here on out, again.

"Conditions are..."