Tower of Karma

Gilberto breathed.

Already late trying to make a move. We can no longer make it out of here. By then the enemy had arrived at the main battalion. No sound, and faster than anything else, a group of blacks assaulted the main formation.

"Dear Gilberto! What do you do!?

This place is lost. Even if it is a certainty that the main force will fall, it is possible to engage with a group that will attack the main force if we make every effort from now on. On top of that, it would be sufficient in this situation if we could take the mysterious enemy general and somehow bring him into the form of pain.

(But you don't think that much of a guy is gonna make me move through this period? If we leave this place empty and get attacked to this point, we'll pack it completely. move or not)

Gilberto had been forced to make a decision in a short time. There is no time. Go or stay, one in two. How did Gilberto make that decision?

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"Gu!? No way the main unit!?

Gregor witnessed a rise in wolf smoke from a certain direction by the main unit during the meeting.

"Ohh! I'm not looking at anything!

A light, nasty spear. And destructive power at increasing meatpoints. The way Nika fights is light and supple, the way she fights making full use of the advantages of women. You can't beat a man with simple power. Be creative. This is the way in which the resulting battle was fought.

"Chi!?

Gregor's sword can only be taken. A series of over-speed attacks. And the spear of Nika, who wandered in a strange and free manner. Gregor is amazing, too. I never see this spear trajectory on a battlefield full of men. Few men cut off Nika's series of attacks at first glance.

"Ola, Ola, Ola, Ola, Ola, Ola, Ola, Ola, Ola, Ola, Ola, Ola, Ola, Ola, Ola, Ola!

Gregor's troops move sideways as he feels the enemy army looming behind him with his skin. The vertical is completely cut by Nika's troops, and the only way they can move is in that direction.

"Damn! These guys are strong!

I'm not just a soldier. All the blacks facing each other are crooks. Good and mutual strife even among the troops directly under the Thunder family led by Gregor.

"I can't pull it out. If all the people behind you disappear, you'll pinch them."

Those who were losing behind them are ravaged. There's nothing Gregor can do about it. I didn't even come up with a hand to get out of this predicament before then.

"I can't get it out!

Explore the hand that manages to remove this situation while attacking enemies in a critical manner.

"I can't do this. Wolf's operation never came off. Temeer and the others are doomed."

Gregor is less thoughtful. Thinking in action like this is not a very good situation in itself, but results -

"Become!?

"Ho ho. Are you ready to die?

The tree that was in the blind spot blocked my direction of travel, and I ran out of space to wave the Great Sword. It is a moment. Just for a moment. But that's deadly.

"I got that neck. Aaah!

Gregor is a complete predicament. Definitely deadly.

"Ku, I don't like my neck!

Gregor is not very smart. But Nika...

"Ah!?

It was more stupid. Nika's victory was almost certain if slashed in any area, be it belly, foot or arm. But Nika is an idiot. I went for my neck as declared. And Gregor truly took it and knelt with all his might. Then...

"Ahhhh!

The hair was taken, but Gregor was able to avoid the blow of the spear. And the orbit of the spear cuts off the tree about half as it is and stops completely.

"Heh, hi. Yes, he is."

Gregor causing runny nose. Tons of sweating Nika.

I can't get the spear out.

"Dear Gregor!

Gregor, who regained his sanity with his men's words, penetrated without wiping his nose as it was. Seeing it, Nika let go of her hand from the spear with all her might. Backstep, distance.

Naturally Gregor pursues. I won't give between.

"On the contrary, I got that neck!

Gregor moment of joy. Victory. In my hands...

"Huh. Even though I'm practicing spears... Shh."

Nika took a shorter thin long sword and an even shorter, thinner mingosh that lay on her hips. As it is, use a single mine gosh on your left to inflict a blow of Gregor's sword.

"Hey, stay!?

The movement is the practitioner himself. Nika, let's go.

"There will be more fighting on horseback in the future. I've been practicing a long pattern, Barca. I'm sorry, but I'm in charge here. A guy named Riku. Wow?"

Gregor is pale in the face. But Nika didn't know what to do.

(... but it's not for attacking this. Either way, it's a protection technique.)

Nika is waiting to receive it. Gregor doesn't move vigilantly. The battlefield was full of life, but only this one was so quiet. What a salt match. Time is running out.

(... why aren't you attacking me!? to, can I run away?)

(Ha ha. Attack me, Cass. One shot at the counter, Chompa.)

A battlefield that quietly returns.

(Doing what?)

(Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!)

With Nika's blatant frustration sidelined, my men...

Well, that's why I'm stopping you.

And I left my thoughts open.

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Angelm tried to follow up with the main force even if there was something strange going on. The status quo was quite a struggle, but because it was considered a prerequisite to protect the main force.

"I won't let you."

But what holds back is The Black Mercenary Corps. Preventing it is a mysterious good man.

"... that's fast"

The Hundreds in Angelm are pretty sharp together. It is to them that the strength of Angelm, who holds the knighthood at this young age, lies. I've been out on the battlefield since I was a teenager, and the central members have a lot of ancient ginseng since then. The actual battle forged them. Angelm is also polished again.

But still, the speed is overwhelming. Instead of being unplugged, they are about to be besieged many times.

"It's not like your nobles are soldiering in one effort. We're specialists and professionals."

That's why I won't let you pull it out. No matter how high your experience, it's a story in the nobility. Compared to those who produce a battlefield called mercenaries, it certainly can be inferior in quantitative parts of experience.

"Aristocratic hassle... maybe so"

Angelm sends a hand signal to the men behind him. In a way that, of course, is invisible to the enemy.

"A true hero may come from Ichii, not from aristocracy. I wouldn't mind being a shadow if I were. Support the light and wave my sword for the light. That's the meaning of my life."

The contents of a swelling Angelm. The man frowned when he saw it.

(Angelm von Krueger. I heard he was a solid, void man... is the man in front of you really the same person? Now it's like...)

A moment of thought. But it gets preempted there. It is also a battlefield.

"Let me pull it out!

Early work on electric optical stone fires. At once. The knights penetrated Angelm in the lead.

Fast enough. You must have made enemies void.

"Will you stick to the rescue of the main force until you abandon the interests of the land? You're loyal. But..."

Momentum Angelum and the elites. Spilling from Angelm is a black flame. That adds crazy momentum to the drool and Angelum, and also to those in the distribution. If you hit it, it blows away. The atmosphere in Angelm was way off track enough to remember such illusions.

"- Bad hands."

But for Angelm, this enemy - his opponent was too evil.

It doesn't suit the black appearance from a man's five bodies, platinum glow overflows. It's the king's brilliance. Never had a good atmosphere with a mercenary flair.

A man wrapped in a glow of Angelm and platinum wrapped around a black flame. In momentum, Angelm was winning. The man hasn't even moved in the first place. Angelm is winning again, even in stature. I have no reason to lose. There is no inferior part.

First machete. Slashing with a dark, drooling sludgy flaming atmosphere. The man takes it slowly. The more Angelum gazed at surprise, the lighter and more momentous blow was prevented.

"Shit!"

A series of attacks followed by a series of attacks. Angelm's will to pave the way. But they are also easily prevented. It's like an archaeological sight.

Angelm's momentum is greatly diminished. At the same time, the black flames weakened the forces again.

"Eight or one... These thoughts are the source of failure."

A good man with a platinum glow completely seals off Angelum. A man whose abilities he had hidden until earlier. Why are you so great at mercenaries?

Men's light increases. Angelm was blinded. To what floats in its light, to the testimony of the king, to the figure of the lion.

"Sir Angelum!?

Angelm was blinded by the brilliance and barbed. A man punches a sword in there. Fine arms like a woman, sword moves from a luxurious body.

"Ooh!?

It was fast, strong and beautiful.

Angelm received it with a critical sword, but is bounced back a lot and plunged into his men.

"Do you take yours now...... I can still do it. Arcadia has a thick layer."

The man dares not pursue Angelm. The signs were seen several times from earlier. But I'll be clear on this one. This man is not after victory.

"... are you going to buy us some time?

The man smiles at Angelm's words.

"Yeah. It's our boss' stage today. There's no way I'm going to water that, is there? My mission is to take your place and take it as a formation. I will take the time to defeat you with minimal sacrifice and risk."

By the end of the day, he declared himself to be his opponent in Angelm. At the end of the day, he wins and takes a place, but takes a day to take it away. Not to be more conspicuous than the boss. But this man, is he really the kind of man who goes under people? The atmosphere that attracted me so much earlier was excellent.

"I can't pull it out. Consolidate defense."

Angelm gives up on pulling it out and chooses to be thorough on defense. If you attack, they'll do it. I understand that.

"Who are you?

Angelm asks a man when he leaves.

"It's just a mercenary. It's just..."

Just a mercenary and a man who honors himself, he deals with the Kruger family man, one of Arcadia's most famous houses, and carries things predominantly in almost everything. It's nearly impossible for the Angelm hundred to pull out a man. Even if it had a local interest, it would be best served by suppressing it.

(…… sorry)

The Angelm Hundreds were completely sealed off over the mountain.

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"What's happening?

Young Legion Leader. I ran down an elite street. There was no loss that seemed to lose the battle, and the upper ranks of the army were sent to the battlefield with proper scrutiny to nurture it. Though I grew up in a greenhouse, the number of places there is treading. That's why...

"I don't know why"

I couldn't understand the situation.

"Uh-oh. That's a pretty good defense. Not bad, not bad, you."

The man who says so runs endlessly around the battlefield like a whirlwind. I don't even think about laughing confidently or losing. Facts The main unit had been devoured. by the black wolves who suddenly raided.

"My name is Wolf from Black Wolf. And these guys are called | Black Mercenaries (Noir Gallu). Carve them on your chests, I'll, we'll, we'll eat you up!

A man who shines brightly, vividly, on the battlefield. A man who binds black wolves. Wolf from "Black Wolf".

"Bullshit, don't do it!

There is also a will for young Legion leaders. In numbers, we are about to be dropped in smaller numbers. That can't even be acknowledged with pride.

"Ho. It's a bad aura. I thought you had a different person."

The atmosphere jumps. Legion leader penetration. The soldiers under his command get excited to see what it looks like. The morale of the Legion Leader jumps, and the morale of the soldiers goes up. A man like an example as a general.

"But..."

The man, he's far from exemplary. The way we fight, the tactics are our own. I can't behave like a textbook. I'm sorry about taking care of her husband. It was full of flaws as a general. But there is only one part of him that is better than anyone else.

"Wow!"

It was vitality. It had the power to survive the world more desperately than anyone else. So strong. So smart. So it can be produced, because power, knowledge, is born after man.

"I have much more!

The sword of the captain of the legion was slapped off in an instant by the man's body. It's also in a bimuscular trajectory. The black wolf's claw fangs cut everything off.

"Whoa, you forgot to ask me your name.... okay. Forget about it."

Two black wolf dog teeth exist. It appeared as it were in the choice of Wolfe's sword, the double sword. Irrational, extreme swordsmanship.

"He's an ordinary man with a bad name."

Wolf doesn't learn from people. Because I am convinced that I am the best.

Wolfe doesn't rely on people. Because I am convinced that I am the best.

Wolfe doesn't recognize people. Because I am convinced that I am the best.

"This wins all at once. Can't we just keep going straight until we win..."

The flow ruled. But it sticks to the outside. It's within the assumption that Nika will fail, but it's rare for the other one to stick so far. And above all...

"I didn't know you were going to dominate your Anatole opponent... Do it, White Mask"

Originally Wolf intended himself to be there. I didn't want to move the Legion Leader Class Anatole. Until Anatole herself said she would leave, she drew the same picture as William drew.

"The number of pawns held divided the victory and defeat. Don't feel bad."

If William doesn't move, Anatole will be the must-win arrow. Even if it moves, Wolfe shoots through the enemy as two arrows. There's nothing more I can do. Stuffed no matter how it moved at the field level. It's the difference between pawns, whether you knew about the existence of Wolf or not, whether you knew about the existence of William or not, that's all. The difference created this situation.

"Why... one more good move?"

The other one Wolf had his eyes on. I honestly didn't expect it to move. It works even if you don't move. Normally, it doesn't work. Even less so if you excel. That's the situation.

"Huh. Oh, maybe."

But if you're super good, this is how it works.

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Gregor was in a hurry. Blocking the perimeter are brilliant black mercenaries. Approaching the back is the blue army. And in front of me is Nika, a slightly dumb but troublesome enemy, Deputy Commander of the Black Mercenary Corps. We will not be wiped out by only a small group of black mercenaries, but we will not be able to pull them out. And the army behind the imminent carves out the time limit.

"Huh. I was going to kill you... you're done."

Behind the noise. I can hear the army. No longer has Gregor meditated on his eyes before.

"... if you haven't seen this, can I behead you?

Nika says dumb things. I don't have the energy left to stick that in Gregor.

"Even so. It's rattling, Olah!

Nika, who can curse at the Nedeluxe side who is supposed to be an ally, is still an idiot. But it's annoying. Noisy. Too noisy.

"Nika. It's a little weird. In the first place... why do you sound like a horseshoe?

"Horseshoe...... that's up to you because you're on the battlefield"

"... we can't use the horses in the mountains, so now we're walking."

The more Nika, the more she punches her hand.

"Then you heard wrong. You don't have a horse, but you can hear the horse's legs."

Nika pushes silently in the middle of the word, just keeping an eye on one point. Nika's wild conjecture tells.

"... Yabe. We're getting away!"

Nika runs out without shaking her sides, such as Gregor, who was about to be tailored. My men who follow without any doubt about it. A blue army came by Gregor with just a difference in touch.

"What's happening?

The group that appeared in front of Gregor looked like a borough rag. Until earlier, the outfit, which was beautiful blue, was full of mud and holes. A sight I can't stand to see.

"Yes, I don't like it. I don't want to die."

Big shadows bounce off a bunch of worn out. It was horseback riding. People are ravaged by those who are crushed on the front leg, kicked in the back leg, who can't even resist it. Horsepower is literally different between people and horses. There's a big opening in the basic specs of being a creature. If that were imminent, people would have to flee. Not to mention a musculoskeletal military horse. I would atrophy just because I confronted him.

"Cavalry? Such an idiot. This is a mountain. There's a nice part of it, but if you're not so confident in your arms, you can't run the battlefield."

Gregor's men raise their voices of surprise. Nika and the others, who retreated and disappeared. Running blue army. You saw them and you assumed you'd taken off your predicament. Gregor sat somewhat down on the ground.

"I'm confident. Not for that guy."

Gregor scratches his hair with a tingle. One of the three people I couldn't win at military school. A man called the best of them all.

"What are you doing, Gregor? Get back on your feet and put a lid on the road from HQ to the enemy. Don't let that lousy intruder go home alive."

Gilberto von Osvalt, a delicacy made the second son of the Duke's family and called the young and best of the Arcadian army. It also goes through the military law, but the real summit is still Wu. It is a riding skill, it is a sword move, and it also passes on spears and bows. All of them are superb. I've lost about two heads of swordsmanship.

This time his show was this equestrian.

"You're noble, too, aren't you? Let me see about one of your intentions."

Gregor distorts his face. Gilberto is always like this. He asks the aristocrats for grace. Excellence is nobility. He practises it, and asks other nobles for it. I hated Gregor when he did it as a matter of course and pushed it.

"Don't you guys be late for me. It's kind of sweet from earlier."

"Ha! Sorry, Master Gilberto!

"I don't need an apology. Show me how to salvage it."

"Ha!"

Gilberto's most recent men. These were the samurai of the Osvalt family. I am so skilled, so experienced that it would not be strange to have an army. On top of that, they had chosen Gilberto's subordinate path.

"Coming."

Just one word. That word changes the atmosphere on the spot.

Gilberto's wrapped atmosphere is sharp, beautiful and famous. It is the appearance of a true 'nobility' created by a spirit of autonomy that cleaves enemies, allies and even oneself. its mindset landscape.

"Yes!"

They were distracted by it. Follow Gilberto, a powerful man but still young and inexperienced, only because he was attracted to his charm.

Gilberto runs horses without hesitation. Perfect reins that you're likely to forget that's the mountain. There is luxury in every step of the way.

(First of all, you're in Angelm. It could be tactically stuffed if they drop it over there)

The best Gilberto on horseback on a roadless path. My men who follow it desperately. I leave the scene in an instant.

Gregor, left behind, starts to move as he was told, albeit bluntly. I know Gregor. That Gilberto's words are the golden word, no matter how much you don't like him.

"But I don't like it!

I completely forget about being saved my life and so on, and Gregor remembers to be jealous of Gilberto's glowing appearance. But I can't help it either. Those of their contemporaries have been shown the best of Gilberto. So much jealousy that it turns into a forsaken view.

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"Mm, yeah! Why would a guy like that... and horseback riding is so sloppy!

Nika threw a dominant situation with her instincts and ran away thoroughly. The results are very correct. Hence the teeth.

"Yabba. Wasn't he Wolfe or Euwayne class?

Nika stares at her flabby, weak-sounding subordinates. My men lay down their faces.

"Anyway, let's get out of here, Nika. If you get beat up, Wolf will kill us."

"... don't treat me like that bitch"

"I fully understand Nika's strengths. I also know that you're working hard to get in line with those two. We're your men. But if you just wander around with someone like that, you're not free to move. I've just met him, but at the end of the day, he's gonna kill me all together."

Nika warps her face but does not dispute it. Nika understands so much that she can't win. Still, this kind of special treatment is still hard. I meant to dump normal girls, but they won't let me dump them around. That's regrettable.

"Let's leave his opponents to Wolfe and Euwayne. Maybe Anatole's old man will kill you. There's nothing we can do right now. Even a few of us are not the ones who can rebuild our position."

Nika was uncomfortable but nodded. I don't gaze at you like I don't give you an unfaithful look.

Once the retreating Nikas. A battlefield that was completely inclined begins to regain some equilibrium.

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"That's not good. I was reading that he wouldn't move."

The man confronting Angelm's Hundreds saw Angelm's thorough defense piercing the defense. Less clearance Collapse that by sunset slowly. It was something I was looking forward to, but now the room is dead.

"... that's Arcadia's proud family of swords." Sword Saint, "he only inherits the blood of Siegfried von Osvalt. Are you telling me that the rumor that you have talent for excellence in history was true?"

Horseshoe you're not supposed to hear on this battlefield approaching behind. And the atmosphere that separates the others you can feel from here is just one word. It's fatal for a man to be pinched with Angelm in place before. The choice is one.

"Oh, my God. This is going to be a story for a while."

Own alarm and chronic mind induced mission failure. There is not enough respite to take the formation. A man who deliberately prolonged his victory or defeat. The fault of a man who tried to have fun.

"Nevertheless, it is the fool who does not retreat willingly. I'll let you back out here."

The man lightly sends his men a sign of retreat. A bunch of blacks who start to move without anyone arguing. There is no such thing as accepting a man's decision.

"If you're coming after me, you need to be prepared."

You felt the atmosphere of retreat, and Angelm was showing you how to set up the chase. Without a glimpse of it, only words restrain it. I meant to be surprised, but I guess there aren't as many hairs as such gaps. Angelum realized that.

"Let me hear one thing. What do you say your name is?

Angelm now asks me once about something I didn't say earlier. The man looks back and thinks for a moment.

"... Angelm von Krueger, let's just say I name my name out of your struggle. My name is Eowain. I'm Euwayne, vice president of The Black Mercenaries. I'll see you somewhere on the battlefield. Forgive me if I don't lose my hand then."

Euwayne from "The Black Mercenary Corps," who leaves refreshed. The number three position in the regiment, but if it's just strength, a strong man shouldering Wolfe. And...

"Euwayne? Ma, no way!?

Black unfit platinum man. His presence supports the 'Black Mercenary Corps' leap forward. He was a man of all power.

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"Do it. He even gave up on the Euwayne one!

Wolfe was desperately down the mountain in blue. The main force took it, but it is impossible to maintain it in the few. Waste, but just the neck of the Legion Leader threw it away enough.

"Come on, you won't run into your little girl Gilberto and you'll have to get out of here on the way."

It is painful to come here and put together the soldiers that Gregor has lost and is allowing them to deploy successfully. Gilberto's struggle, which can also be called lion excitement, also made room for other armies. For some push, the battlefield came together compactly, with fewer gaps.

"... but it's a little cold."

Of course I don't need incompetence from my men who won't retreat in this situation. Nika and Euwayne know the situation well, including their men. That's why Wolfe can only think about herself. I don't know how to escape, that's all. Still, it was the manhood that was slightly rusty.

"Gilberto's boy is unmatched by about ten horseback rides, and the rest of them defend where they need to be. I see. As long as you have a good man and envy him."

Gilberto split the squad with ten excellent men who could ride horses and others. It was an unspeakable operation, but Wolfe thought he couldn't hit a beating. As a result, the victory was pulled back to dominance. It is a good hand. Now the Nederks side will carefully slap the extended front, only the protruding part. I can't do this without overlooking the battlefield. That can be a first-rate testament.

"Mm-hmm. - It's no bigger than me, though!

Wolf, who does not doubt that the best is himself. Running down the mountains. This is a retreat, not a loss, and the manoeuvres needed to win tomorrow. Of course I'm not losing. Rather than taking the top neck, maybe not tomorrow.

"Hey Wolf. Aren't we in a bit of a hurry?

For once, only Wolfe's chosen elite is following closely, but Wolfe's legs are faster than usual. They also raise questions about their employees.

"No. Chi, you're missing out on a ridiculously bad feeling... my senses say hurry up. Did I ever take this off?

My men shake their heads sideways. Wolfe said this. I can't take my mind off it. If there's anything...

Hin. Something passes beside Wolfe, poking at his men behind him.

"Oh, come on, seriously, Kay."

Without a glance at his falling men, Wolfe's gaze was nailed there at the end of that parabola. The name of the man who stands on the tree and holds the bow...

"White mask, William Lewis!

William Lewius, bloody and scratchy, was rushing to the spot to get Wolfe stuffed. Wolfe was desperately holding onto herself about what she did with Anatole and what she was going to think about it. I don't care how it came out. The problem is,

"How dare the mercenary style below dog and animal paint mud on my face!

How to finish off a bloodwet monster who stands down from a tree and sets up a sword, that's all.

"Ha! Oh, maybe. I knew it. The battlefield has to be like this!

Wolfe also pulls out two swords again. Running down, running up, white and black, black and white clash.