Tower of Karma

Wolfe accelerated further with gravity on his side. I don't have any men to follow this. Likewise, William runs up the hill again and intercepts. There is a huge difference between the shiatsu and the opponent who has moved beyond their expectations.

White is anger. Whatever the history, it was my fault that I was pulled out of my own empty hole. Career is heavily scratched when it comes to being responsible for defeat. Hence the anger overflows.

Black is delightful. I didn't expect you to show me a move that betrayed my expectations so far. Nature and grin abound in the presence of a good enemy named William Lewis.

"Mercenaries!"

White, William Lewis' slaughter is brilliant. The wolf wiggles it with the benefits of height and the bouncing power in front of it, and dares to turn it off the moment it lands. I should have taken the back. That is dodged by jumping up the sheath with the white mask around his waist, slapping the belly of the sword.

"White mask!

Black, there's still one left in Wolf. The irrationality of a double sword showed brilliance in this predicament. Quickly wave your sword against William, who is still backwards. A slaughter aimed around the knee that is the hardest to avoid. But William wasn't just turning back, either. Wolfe's slaughter, he waved his sword from the opposite direction.

"Whoa!?

"Gu!"

The speed of reach is won by Wolfe's sword. But in momentum, William. Wolfe was forced to match William's sword by guessing that his minutes were bad if he stayed on the line. William, who was played the sword before the momentum survived, and Wolfe, who became ill because he was forced to change course, bounce off each other. Fly.

((This guy!?))

They're both born alike, but the paths they've taken are completely different.

White polished his sword to this point with a book of accumulated knowledge that he had accumulated as a teacher. We took away the wisdom of our forefathers and reached this height. This is William's sword.

Black relied solely on his experience to hone his sword. I didn't learn from anyone, I didn't take it from anybody, and I pulled out the best of myself to come here. This is Wolfe's sword.

The two were in contrast, but only on one point, and only on the most important.

That it has rushed through without clouding the best it believes in and without any compromise. There was no stopover. There was no way to waste it. Even if it did, it crawled up to the grain. So the two are alike.

Young William and Wolfe, white and black...

"Come on... it's mutual with our general."

It was equally high. A category that is both very premature in view of their age. And stretch it, but hold it again. The thirst for an endlessly swollen force takes as its starting point the despair with which the two equals. That's why I can't stop. I can't stop.

"Don't do it, wo!

The black wolf can roar. The path I have walked on. There was also a fool following it here. Heal the thirst of the wolf that was lonely about it. I'm not lonely. They're in the enemy. Something that equates you with being.

"Die now!

A flock of the deceased raise a grudge. A black wolf stuck in front of herself who has walked her best. It's the same thing William thought he wanted to be better than anyone else. Total strength in the same generation, then it should have been ahead of everyone else.

I'm glad about that - that's what I hate.

"Was there someone in our generation who could do as much as our Admiral?"

William continues to reasonably beat Wolfe at speed. The speed of one hand is Wolf, and the accuracy of one hand is William. An antagonistic battle. The herds of the deceased and the wolves shall devour each other and exalt each other. Both increase awesomeness with each overlap of hands.

"" Wow, wow, wow, wow!

Forget to even breathe and dance madly on a hill a little open. The swords blur and each other's blood winds dance. Cut the grass flowers that the sword grows on the earth and colour the world. It is impossible for others to enter the world in which the two form.

Thank you. The coveted spectacle continues for them who have to be thorough in watching the game.

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A battle that was thought to last forever. But the end comes suddenly.

"William!"

Carl and the others finally came to this place late. Wolff, including his men, can get out of this. I didn't have to rush the battle.

"Wolf! The sound of the horse's feet is approaching! Not like this!

The footsteps of the horse, that is, Gilberto, who is horseback riding, are approaching. Exactly. Dealing with both William and Gilberto is a heavy load, even for Wolfe.

"Ruuuuu! This is a good place! Get out of my way!

But Wolfe is getting high and he's not turning his head. We're trying to keep the fight going in this situation. My men have no choice but to rush. And...

"Two fools. That one's on my side, too. Kill the black one."

Gilberto and the knights appeared on this occasion at an overwhelming speed. Now stuffed. An unpleasant sweat conveys the backs of my men. Total annihilation, the two letters springing up in my head represented despair.

"Ravage."

A knight who runs at the same time Gilberto's life falls. The aim is Wolf and his people.

"Fuck you! If this is the case, it would be nice to buy a woman without saving her money."

Black mercenaries in a state of war. Never without arms. Wolfe brought us here to drop the main unit. Quite an array of arms among the mercenaries.

"Hmm! Can an infantry beat a cavalry!

Infantry and cavalry. Different basic specs. Besides, the opponents are the knights just below Gilberto. It's not like they're supposed to be under a hundred captains.

"I took a big neck around the corner, and if they took the general, I'd die for nothing, you bastard!

They're mercenaries, too. I am prepared to lose my life and so on. Still, this kind of scattering is not genuine. From this clogged situation, we manage to keep our own general alive. We have to take advantage of the wolf boss we've been greeting.

"I'm ready to fight you, you idiot!

Place a grand sword against the coming knight. The knight smiled when he saw it. I can't get an infantry sword or anything. The absolute advantage of being on horseback. That created a gap in the knight's heart named Chronic Heart.

"It won't be if you're playing!

A glimmer of brilliance that shot through that gap with reprimand. The knight collapses off the horse with a grin caused by being superior. Fast, strong, and above all, unparalleled. He showed his moving heavily armed opponent with a single shot of an arrow.

"Who is it!?

Only Gilberto understood the situation at the same time that the arrow was released. Still, it was too late.

There was one man on horseback, running up the mountain single-ridden. Accurate bowing while riding a horse. It is in this battlefield that Angelm and those who were on the spot to know the name of the man who, as a matter of course, had knighted him,

"Ewayne!"

And fellow Black Mercenaries.

Euwayne breaks into the battle between Wolf and William without a glance at them. Fluffy jump from riding to 'Between'. Just a few moments. In the early hours of the instant, Euwayne played up both swords. And he kicked William and punched his fist all he wanted into Wolfe's belly.

"Guh!?

Hold the stuffing Wolf aside and throw him on the horse. As it were, Suttori Wolfe fit on the horse, saying, "Yeah." The man who decided, with a cool face, to take the early task of rescuing the Admiral during this extremely small amount of time. Deputy Commander Euwayne.

"Sasa but Euwayne! You can count on me!

The Black Mercenaries are enlivened. But...

"Die, you wretched mercenary!

Gilberto was moving. Sharp and pointy killing is the sword itself. The overwhelming advantage of horseback riding. There is also momentum.

"There's momentum."

Euwayne had a bow. His gaze did not reflect any fear as he slowly defeated his body, shooting Gilberto's horse with precise shooting. The horse passes where Euwayne was, even as he collapses with the momentum as it is. While riding a falling horseback, Gilberto does not lose his posture and strikes Euwayne with a blow all over his body.

"But too young"

Already Euwayne had let go of his bow and held his sword. Collision between sword and sword. The brilliance of platinum became a lion's fang, crushing Gilberto's sword. Gilberto's sword strikes the universe. Euwayne takes a glimpse of Gilberto's neck and rides horseback with his own general as it is.

"I'm sorry you guys. Die."

Euwayne's words were directed at his allies. One horse. There's only one person I can put on it no matter how. All we have to do is leave it.

Black mercenaries laughing at it.

"I'll get paid in hell. Live long enough until the interest piles up."

"Our interest is high."

"Yeah, I'll be sure to tell him."

Keep the horse looking back, Euwayne showing a bare gesture of escape.

"Don't let them get away with it, you guys!

Gilberto's scream hits the battlefield. Lost his horse, he played his sword, and Gilberto's pride was lame. Still remember your role as a general and move the soldiers.

"Yes!"

The knights arrive in Euwayne. Hold Wolfe with one hand, one hand a reins. It should be easy to pin it down. But still...

"" Die!

Even if you were attacked simultaneously from both directions...

…………

Release the reins, pull out the sword, and cleave the hand with the opponent's gain. Do so lightly, even if it is easy to do so. Twice the flash blinked and the knight's arm, remembered on his arm, bounced off. Euwayne slips through without looking at them.

"Ku, let them get away!

When Gilberto tries to chase,

"Don't run away from me, brother!

I was assaulted by a black mercenary. Gilberto, who leads the way, grabs the sword and picks it up.

I don't see Euwayne already. Only the men in front of them, with a slightly inferior grin, remained.

"... you guys don't get your hands on it. I'll kill them all."

Crushed pride. We need to go after Euwayne to get it back. That's why I was inhibited. I can't tolerate that. I can't help but be angry that I was interrupted by the extent of the roadside stone.

"Alone? That's too much!

Mercenaries jumping at the same time. The eyes of the man staring at them are sharp,

"You are too much of me."

Cut everything off without any enthusiasm.

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"I've lost a good man. Your judgment is wrong."

Euwayne slaps Wolf on the tree. There was no such thing as the warmth that was always floating in its eyes, but I was overflowing with disappointment in the Lord.

"I'm not making excuses. I admit I got stunned. Do as you please."

"Okay, then."

Euwayne punched Wolfe in the face as much as he wanted. Wolf being slapped to the ground.

"Hey, stop it! Sure, Wolfe did, but you took the head of the regiment's neck, didn't you? Then you don't have to blame me that much. See?"

There is no change in Nika's words or in Euwayne's eyes, only the cold colors sag.

"You are sweet to Wolfe at the heart. The degree of neck removal is obvious. Perfect retreat on top of that would be the Black Wolf, wouldn't it? I couldn't have done that. Floating in the battle against the white mask...... I lost an irreplaceable pawn. You should be blamed. You'd think so, wouldn't you? Wolf in" Black Wolf ""

Wolfe snorts at the words. There is no excuse. I'm not even willing to excuse myself. The size of the lost pawn he understands better than anyone else.

"Wai. It's all my fault"

Euwayne swings his fist up again. Nika broke in between Wolf and Euwayne trying to stop it. You can't just punch Nika, Euwayne looks bitter and puts her fist down.

"It's rough. No, but it's a mountain. A mountain. Just right for a picnic. Hi."

Rudolf Les Hersburgs appeared in the camp of the Wolves. Everyone on the spot gets stiff. It is an impossible situation. Hersburg humans step into places like this, etc. Whatever it takes, the absurdity is too much.

"By the way, where's Anatole?

The Sanguinist Rheinberga, who is attached to you, asks those present here. Everyone pressed for silence.

"What? He's dead?

Rudolph has a funny sounding voice, but his eyes aren't laughing.

"I'm not dead. But it's a serious injury."

Euwayne's voice is heavy.

"Who asked you to speak? I'm Wolff. I'm talking to you, okay?

Euwayne falls back silently. Wolff and Rudolph. The two gaze intertwined.

"Anatole's old man has his arm cut off by a white mask and now he's asleep. You're not dead. You won't be able to use it for a while. I took the leader of the enemy regiment. I pushed the front back a little too. That's all."

Wolfe tells me to throw it away.

Rheinberga frustrated by that disrespectful attitude. Rudolph moves forward without showing any interest in it.

"That's not a good situation to flatter." Cry Spear "and an unnamed Legion Leader are not profitable. Above all, the white mask doesn't make sense."

Rudolph, who also shows detention here. But Wolfe can't speak differently either. I was fully indulged. Fight the White Mask. And I understood. He said that they were all chosen by God, just like themselves. Yes, just like the man in front of you...

"Again, it was the source of the mistake that relied on such a man. If this happens, I'll come out and show you the white mask."

Rheinberga's remarks. But Rudolph doesn't give a shit. A pungent Rhinebelka.

"Was it impossible for you to do it?

It was Euwayne, Nika, who was supposed to have fallen back, and all the black mercenary regiments who were on this occasion who reacted to the words. Everyone sends a silent kill to Rudolph. Rheinberga's stare doesn't work either.

"It's not impossible. I was just a little too greedy today."

Wolfe gets up. And moved on a long time ago. The height difference between confronting Rudolph and Wolfe is considerable. Wolfe's atmosphere made the difference even greater.

"The white mask, the battle, I'll eat you properly. So Temeer can rub her tits and wait."

Black wolf fangs. That was sharpened by self-blame. Even Rheinberga creates an eye-catching atmosphere. so heavy that he was about to be crushed, Rudolph smiled feeling it.

"Then I'll leave it to you for a while. Representing Anatole... I'll prepare it for you. Good luck, Black Wolf."

I don't know what Rudolph came to do. But it is true that this occasion came together as a result. At the end of the day the ketch got on, but it is the Wolves who still prevail. Defeat the enemy Legion Leader, this one is badly wounded, but not discussed. This difference is huge.

"I'll return the stigma soon. I don't want to earn their share."

Finally, he was pushed back from alarm, but today he pushed back quite a bit. He also sharpened the enemy's power. I don't even know if the Arcadia Army, which lost its Legion Leader in the first place, has a tomorrow. It's still a victory to lose. Not if you are depressed.

"We'll win again tomorrow. Now it's perfect."

Nothing scares me more than a wolf at work. Black wolves sharpen their fangs.

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"Why can't I?

On his way home. Rudolph, who had come in sneak, had Rheinberga take a nap. I hate walking. I'm not going back as far as Frandelen, but I still have a distance just to get back to base. So it was natural. In Rudolph...

"Hmm? Because you can't win. It's hard to fight in the mountains anyway, isn't it? Honestly, Nedeluxe is old militarily. You can't win an army against an army. That's why we outsource it. To the experts."

Rheinberga is dissatisfied. I think I can kick a lot of troops in there myself.

"You can't lose it. No matter how much you are, if you are slashed with a sword, you will die, and if an arrow is stabbed with a glass, you will die. Even the Three Kings are not invincible. Because you're in a lot of danger."

Line berca dropping shoulders. With that recoil Rudolph was about to slip off and punch her in the head pompously. She apologizes peacefully, "I'm sorry," she says.

When he calmed down a little, Rudolph opened his mouth.

"White mask or black wolf, which do you think is the advantage?

to Rudolph's inquiry. Rheinberga was

"It must be a black wolf."

I answered instantly. Rudolph laughs after him.

"I guess. I asked because I thought so too. I'm a little lost... but is it a decision that mercenaries would be okay? Mercenaries, no matter how good they are. The world cannot be changed. I know you're going to... but the world isn't that sweet."

Rudolph blurted.

"The strong one is the black wolf. But what scares me is the white mask. Because I know that, Wolfe, you made it impossible, too. I don't think I could feel the lion sign."

Rheinberga twists her neck. When Rudolph saw it, he fell asleep.

When Rheinberga confirms that Rudolph has slept, she rebuts the conversation she has had. And he looked up into heaven, and looked up.

"Scary, huh? Is the man 'more afraid' than I am?

The Rheinberga crush was sucked into the book of the night.