Tower of Karma

It was a small discomfort. The first thing I noticed was Gregor, who was ahead of me. Never a satire, but not an idiot. A battle stretched because of a rush to attack at once. The mountains have few people's passages, and it is difficult to spread and march beside them. Hence the vertical columns. And...

"That's odd.... Too Quiet Behind"

Hence the gap.

"No way...... they isolated me!?

There is no appearance of an ally behind it, and on the contrary, even the other side's realm where it now stands. Gregor was quick to notice. If it had been any slower...

"Back off!

If it had gone any further...

"Chi! You're smart for splitting the figure!

It was almost completely besieged and swallowed by the rain of bows and arrows. Blue-based soldiers jump out of the shadows of trees and bushes. Gregor, who started retreating before seeing it, was still excellent. But still,

"Bye bye." | Black Mercenaries (Noir Gallu) "

The "Black Mercenary Corps" turned the back down fast with no sound. About ten black groups stand on Gregor's retreat path. It was easy to pull out about ten people, and Gregor penetrated without having to think. The decision is correct.

"Ha-ha. Did I look like I was gonna get out? Amy."

A woman like a man is a big, long spear. Not roughly the size a woman can wield, and even a man is hesitant to use it on the battlefield. Gregor's men grin when they see that mismatch.

Just one person on the spot. Gregor isn't the only one with a grin. Only Gregor understood. The men and women in front of you,

"Hey, hey, wow."

Things you can do quite well.

"Hmm?"

There was only one Gregor who was on guard. The two people who were on the back are disconnected without hesitation. With the woman's fine arms, the man with the armor was amputated. And two at the same time.

"This guy!?

Men and women were not manipulating the Great Spear with force. Make good use of the soft body to make full use of the wide skeleton that was born in the range of motion, and the great spear moves well, even with little force applied, to obtain enough destructive power.

And that's not a single intermittent attack, but an attack in a continuous stream.

"Noooo!? This sharpness!

Determined inevitable, Gregor receives his opponent's great spear with his sword because of his inadequate posture. Hin. He takes a speedy blow and lightly cracks into Gregor's sword.

"Chi, are you going to die now? Shit, look at the one with the bones."

You can't spend time with the person in front of you for Gregor. Behind us are ambushes ready to surround us.

"Let me push it fast! Captain Gregor von Thunder, Captain of the Second Army!

Gregor waves his sword and intimidates him. The men entered a state of war.

Look at that. Men and women alike.

"It's a souvenir of the underworld. Temei's opponent is the deputy captain of the Black Mercenary Corps, Nika. Remember and die."

Men and women, deputy captain Nika twists her body and builds strength as much as she wants. The black mercenaries following behind also intercepted the Gregors.

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Angelm Hundreds, who kept their prudence. You were guessing something. The Karl Hundreds, who were slow moving. And only the Gilberto Hundreds, far from the main battlefield, could react to the opponent's inverted offense. But the rest of the army had received a great deal of humor for the momentum it had gained.

It was Angelum who was supposed to have stood well in it.

"Gu!?

It was pretty pushy.

The option of responding well to the opponent's counterattack and turning to the effective terrain and taking a closer look was good. In fact, the enemy on the front was completely frozen, and he was making good use of the advantageous terrain of 'above'. Yet,

"Such an idiot. The local interest is still on this side. And why is that?

The irrationality of being pushed.

"As the Military Law says. I don't think you're thinking about the war yet."

With the words an arrow flew by Angelm, cutting off his cheeks. At the end of the arrow track, there was one good man. He is a man like a woman. The uniform is lightly black in tone. It was contrary to the fact that the Nederks army was based on blue.

"Who is it?

To Angelm's inquiry, the man who smiled "hehe" shook his head sifting.

"Information is a weapon. It is the doings of the fool who exposes himself to a groan. Well, I think around Nika is named...... nothing comes out of my mouth and I won't let it out. Yeah, I'll just tell you the tactical goals."

Young man. A man like a woman. A gentle, gentle, gentle man.

"This is where you stand."

I gave him a brutal grin like a wolf. That looks exactly like a wolf.

"This guy... squad, keep your head down! This man, he's strong!

Angelum's claws fly. Attention, men watching the man in front of you.

Let's look at that and the man shudders.

"I still don't see it. I'm down at a point where I'm saying strong, weak, etc. Fighting is not for one person... there is not just one wolf. Greenhouse Growing Hitsugi."

Before grasping the intent of the word, an ambush eats at a pinpoint in the formation of Angelm, in a place that was really weak on the terrain. ambush, and Angelm stunned by its too fast.

"We are a bunch of wolves. Fast, strong, smart herd. You can't beat a bunch of black wolves."

Wolf fangs protrude deeply into Angelm.

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William was stunned. I imagined something would work. If you don't move, you're too much of an idiot. That's why I was going to act as a balancer so that I could deal with any movement. That's why I was slowing down the march. There's nothing to lose. Yes, I thought so.

"This is... what's going on?

The landscape overlooking from a scenic spot is a scene where white is driven blue. Until yesterday, the opposite sight had spread. Today, all of a sudden, everything changed. The position, the precision of the movement...

"William! How do we move?

Carl's desperate voice represented the first of these things.

"Excuse me. Think a little. Just give me a minute."

William was meditating his eyes under the mask. All we need is a little time and diving into a deep, wide sea of knowledge. Discuss this situation with everything you have accumulated.

(First of all, I can't believe the Nederks were out of hand until the day before. I had no reason to do that, and I couldn't feel that smell. I'm not pretending to be dead. This is a big premise)

Nedeluxe is extremely afraid of mistakes. Because of its conservative national nature, it is extremely reluctant to lose or to scratch its career. I fear mistakes, but I definitely want to win. I'm afraid of mistakes, but I'm afraid of falling out of them. That is the kind of nationality, and that also spills over into the military aspect.

(On top of that, why did your movements suddenly change today? Too effective for piercing a rash. Perfectly read this formation and follow thoroughly the "disgusting part" that really shows up during the march. When you see where Gregor and Angelum are suppressed, the opponent understands the focus and is crushed as well. I can definitely assure you from this that the 'head' has changed dramatically. Someone is moving this army, not Anatole)

William's movements in front of the enemy were as different as the day before. I don't think it's the same person. I don't even think it's the same army. I don't even think it's the same country.

(How can this army move in the first place? Even though this deviates from the movement of the Nederks army. Have you been practicing this kind of soldier for a long time? Then it's impossible to fail miserably until yesterday. I don't understand. This change in motion... I don't know)

For the first time on the battlefield, William was attacked by fears he didn't know what to do. Until now, no part of the opponent has deviated tactically, not even from the Strakless, and it was only amazed by its power that there was no part of him that he could not understand. Next time the opponent has it.

"I don't feel comfortable leaving you without knowing."

William twinkled with blush. Opens eyes that were closed.

"Carl, we're moving."

Battlefield where speed is required. That should have surpassed it until yesterday. But the advantage turned upside down as it stood.

(Bluff is definitely the one concentrating his power on both ends. Angelm and Gregor are not the ones who get out easily. Evidence is that they are also pointing soldiers at Angelm, who are in a good position. That's a stop, the aim is-)

At the end of William's gaze, there was his army's headquarters. And a single line stretching from there. Focus your forces on both ends, empty clearance. Only William, who has a complete grasp of the terrain, notices a slight gap.

(You did whatever you wanted. Let me take it, its neck!)

William angry that he was taken by the balls. The white mask moves.

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Gilberto can't move. I understand the defeat of my allies. If you look at it in a small way, you should go to rescue now and step up the situation. But if you think about it in the big picture, it's impossible that Gilberto will move. This is the point of flatlands and mountains. If Gilberto moves here, let's say Gilberto joins the fight. That would create a gap in this imperative, which is the most important base in mountain warfare.

"Dear Gilberto"

"Don't say anything. If you move, you get eaten. That's who I'm dealing with."

To say this place falls at that point, defeat will be determined across this battlefield. Now that we're crossing the river, we can skimp on each other, but if we drop here, we can march to the Arcadia border with little regard for the river. The natural element of mountains ceases to be the buffer zone and also becomes a powerful tactical base.

"Who is it? Who surpassed that soothing man?

A soothing man, William Lewis. He's someone I don't like for Gilberto, but I have to admit, he's got a pretty head. I also thought Gilberto was incomprehensible when evaluated, including using Carl.

I surpassed that.

"He moves, huh? Are you reading it or not... so you can see the power of the enemy"

Gilberto sensed William's movements. He also understood the intent, and along with it, Gilberto also decided that fatality could be prevented. Therefore, we must protect ourselves.

(I'll see if that soothing man's power wins, loses, or loses)

Gilberto's judgment was extremely straightforward. Instead, the guard is not entrusted to this place if it is as frivolous as it moves from here.

But naturally, they read about it.

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"No. That's the Arcadia Army. You're not well trained."

Running the battlefield is Wolf of the 'Black Wolf'. He is wrapped in black fur and light armor, and also brings a group of blacks. The number of people is a few elite. Speed-oriented organization. This will eat them down their throats.

"And a white mask. Rumorless strength, and a beautiful head. Pretty good, huh?"

Wolfe admires. Still ten captains. That is the hundred captains who have successfully used the Lord, and around the Legion captains have taken in bribes, etc., and moved a single army. I can assure you Wolfe can't do that. Wolfe is of the nature that favors the lead role and I can't stand being in the shade. William's standing around is demanding such a move. That's why I can't. I'm not even willing to.

"He's smart. It also has power. And young. The difference with me is about your face. I look super good-looking, but he's hiding his face. I mean, it's frivolous."

"Well, that's not necessarily true, is it?

Wolf snorts at what's stupid about his men's penetration.

"I'm the only one chosen by God to be smart, strong and good-looking. Well, strength or head, I can't lose. This is my victory!

Wolfe smiles looking in a certain direction.

"Okay. You're starting to move, White Mask. Is that where the bowls go together? It's beautiful to make."

speed of understanding, speed at which it begins to move. Again, it is not concomitant.

"You said overwhelming, white mask. There's no difference between you and me. Not now."

My men opened their eyes to surprise. Wolf rarely praises others. If you compare it to yourself, it's even more unlikely. It's important that Wolfe acknowledge people. If you're on my side, even they don't know who they've been spending a long time with when they say they're enemies. Even when compared to the strakless, the only thing missing is experience, a man who has said that there are no other inferior elements.

"The same head of beauty. Strength... sort of me, huh? My face would totally be my overwhelming... sorry white mask. You have no choice, do you? Heaven does not give two things. I don't care about the three things. You have two things. I have three things because I'm in the same class as God. Shh."

The man admitted it. Wolfe's move so far. And I thought it was close to me with reference to my current movements. Strength can also be inferred from the points drawn from Anatole. Yes, there is no difference between the two. On top of that, Wolfe was sure he would win this battle.

"The difference between you and me is anything but you and me. It's so bright and dark. Craftsman."

Wolf runs. With the certainty of victory...

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William perceived a group nearby and grinned that he had spared his life. I can still do it. I can fight some of that here, and even if I didn't even get my neck off, I can carry it all over tomorrow. Gilberto also understands his importance and remains immovable. Gregor and Angelm have not been picked up either. I can rewind.

"Well... I don't want to let you get away with it!

If you do not behead him, I will finish the battle tomorrow. That's all I was willing to run through the battlefield. We met here, but it's the centenary. The sprouts are picked early.

"Mr. William! I see the enemy!" Blue "!

At that moment, William augmented his grin. The speculation turns to certainty.

"Kuha! I got that neck!

Enemy march. Shape that bumps through its horizontal surface. Cut off the columns and rip them into metameta, both front and back. I don't condone the person who rocked my win.

"I see. That's 'Black Wolf'. Read it all this way?"

Moans flying from the back of the bush. On the verge William twisted his neck. He chooses the spot with a piece of neck skin and the head of his men behind him bursts.

"Oh no... silly"

William was more stunned by this situation than he was by the predicament of his life.

"Long time no see, 'White Mask'"

I did so much as hate being there the first day, Anatole from "Cry Spear". The outside of William's predictions that were heartening to strange enemies. The Legion Leader class itself went to the front line and was not even thinking about such a muddy march.

"Well take your time. This is who you're dealing with."

William gets hacked when he hears the words. It had been read through to this point. And William, the word in charge. The newly added points were linked to other points and became a single line.

"No way!?

William turns his back. I understand. Finally, the movement of the opponent, in its entirety.

"That's a good idea. But I can't find anything!

Roaring is a mourning of death. William receives a critical, 'crying spear' with his sword, but his complexion was pale enough to tell even over the mask.

"You're saying that I... got out?

The pride that has piled up collapses. There was as much opponent as there was inferior in power. But I've never been inferior in tactical terms. This is my first experience. It was the thought of being burned by humiliation.

"Shit... get out of here, Mitsuya!

A swarm of spraying deceased. There is no such thing as the usual. Burned by the black flames of humiliation, the screaming and yelling deceased were there. Look at that. Anatole sweats on his forehead. You must mean it when you fought before, but you could afford it somewhere. An ugly alien who showed up taking off its outer surface. I guess this is what William really looks like.

"But that's the same for me. Taste this' Cry Spear 'to the full!

Rising fighting spirit. Appearing is a mourning spear. It is the true, true appearance of Anatole, created through more deaths than the Black Abyss. There are only four Legion Leaders in the Legion led by Rheinberga. Anatol from "Cry Spear". The lives this spear has taken, countless.

"Out of the way. Ahhh!

"Come!"

The movement was vertical, vertical, but an invitation after reading everything. A blue bunch was ready too. Undefeated Karl Hundreds and an elite unit directly under Anatole. Both armies discuss.

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"What's missing is the absolute number of pawns. I won by the number of pawns I could move. For me or for him, if there was excess power, if there were enough men to leave it to me, there would have been no clearing this path. Naturally, it must have been sealed off."

The place where Wolfe steps is where Williams and the others were until earlier. It is a place where as many men as William were sealed off. Of course it's in a good location.

"Mm-hmm. Perfect while I am. I want tits if I can, and occasions when I want to discuss a white mask, but if I lose, it doesn't make sense. I can't believe I won the fight. You'd think so, wouldn't you?

Wolfe asks William, who is not here. Naturally the answer will not be returned.

"Well, let's win"

At the end of Wolfe's gaze - there was a main unit that lost an obstacle called William.

The black wolf walks away. Prey is present.