Tower of Karma

Arcadia side also had a lively discussion erupting around that time. Instead of thickening the defeat, it was even taken to the neck of the Legion Leader. It is no longer possible to continue the war. If we continue, where will we get the Legion Leader from, who will take responsibility for this situation in the first place, and of course we have risen to the jade...

"How are you going to take responsibility, Carl!

Bitter curls. Frank and Ignaerts support Carl next to each other, but his complexion doesn't change. It was clear that this would happen.

"Isn't it true the enemy attacked through the hole you emptied? If I hadn't moved, the Legion Leader wouldn't have been debated, would he?

No. I just want to say that, but there is no basis to say that. If Carl and I don't move, we've got the wings to go through the anatol, but the fact is that it's a form that has consequently been subject to positive motion. It was undoubtedly the result of William's, and hence the Karl Hundreds, judgment that passed 'Black Wolf' under the Legion Commander.

"Then shouldn't you have defeated Anatole or stopped the Black Wolf?

Angelm's remarks. "Guru" and a hundred captains clapping their mouths. Angelm is better off both as a nobleman and as a soldier.

"Everyone else would, wouldn't they? Suddenly we can't cope with the changing Nederks army, and many must have been broken through. Otherwise, there is no current situation. You can look for coarse, but you can dig a grave. Shouldn't we think about what we're going to do with the fight from tomorrow than that?

Angelm's words are ultimate truthfulness. But I can't continue my remarks. We all know that. that it is no longer an octagonal plug.

"I've already arranged for the Legion Leader. Dropping this place can't even be Arcadia. At the very least, I'm asking you to make a keen effort to be able to make it into a neutral buffer zone as it has always been. If we lose any more, everyone in this room will need to be prepared for something."

Gilberto, the most prestigious senior 100 captain on this occasion, speaks. That makes this place even quieter. Only the swing of the candle was showing movement on this occasion.

"... Carl von Taylor"

"Hiya!

Suddenly Gilberto calls me and Carl reacts with a surprising, less inverted voice.

"How's that guy doing?

That man. I know who he meant in the first place when I asked Carl.

"William, uh, Captain William Ten is currently off. Well, what can I do for you?

Hearing Carl's words, Gilberto flashed his face. Curl. But Gilberto doesn't have anything to think of Carl. Instead, the man behind it...

"This occasion shall be dissolved once. Get some rest. Do this in the early morning. Angelm and Gregor, and Carl stay. Above Dismissed"

Words short Gilberto dissolves this place. The other hundred captains flutter away from the scene. Gilberto, Angelum, Gregor, and Carl were the ones left.

"Taylor's ten captains. Get that man over here. You don't have to come back."

Frank and Ignaerts become upright immovable as a scarecrow. I left this place in deep gratitude.

"What are you going to do, Gilberto?

Gregor's question. I don't see the point in calling William in this situation right now. It won't be a pursuit of blame because it left only this face, and the blame belongs to Carl, the superior officer in the first place. In addition, it was Carl who thought about the operation. I don't see any reason to call on this occasion to seek knowledge from William, the sword.

"It's time for the crappy farce to be over. Now I have to borrow the wisdom of a man like that."

Gilberto's face was full of disgust.

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William, who was summoned, had a bloody seeping bandage wrapped around him everywhere. I can't afford it as usual, and sometimes I hear pain running or eating my teeth off. A state as if it embodies a full-blown creation. I can see clearly how impotent I was in today's battle.

"Do you know why I was called in?

William with empty eyes. I opened my mouth with a blur.

"Ambush against me for passing through enemies, is it?

When I heard that, Gilberto turned his sword. At a rate that no one in Angelm, Gregor or Carl can react to on this occasion. Only William stares at it.

"Don't go down there. Even though I'm in a bad mood. Sometimes it's crazy at hand."

Gilberto looks at Carl.

"Taylor, if you make a false declaration to me, I'll crush your house. Answer me on that. This is the man who's been manipulating you in the shadows? Force was, of course, tactical... all manipulated by this man. Didn't I?"

Carl tries to see William. for that movement,

"Carl von Taylor! If you're one of them, don't worry about the complexion of civilian flair! I'm asking you. Yes or no, I'll get an answer."

Gilberto's reprimand flies. Now make it Carl. Make it William. I can't move into a detour.

Carl got annoyed. It's impossible to keep fooling around any longer. I don't quite understand just Gregor, but Angelm looks cool and awaits Carl's response.

Above all, I couldn't stand Carl's conscience any longer. Feels like you're sidelining William's battle results, shaped like you're smoking sweet juice unilaterally, too distorted as a friend. I've been here and now, but Carl still wanted to be friends with William. of equivalence. So...

"... that's right. All, William's been thinking. I just used it."

Carl crumbles with a potpourri as he lays down his face.

"Hey, what?!?

The only thing I'm surprised about is Gregor. Angelm doesn't move in silence.

"I'm not trying to blame you for anything. Don't get me wrong there. This is a confirmation, Taylor."

Gilberto turns to William again.

"Bribe them up, manipulate Taylor, and do what you want. Do what you can with your hands. I still don't like you. Even if you were noble, I wouldn't have liked you."

Gilberto sits in a chair.

"Sit down, too. Begin the military debate with this. Better than without your wickedness."

William is also amazed at this. No doubt Gilberto hated William fur. You must hate a snake scorpion. But Gilberto wants William's opinion. In recognition of William's power, I allowed him to speak on this occasion.

"I want to think about tactics after tomorrow. Do you have any ideas?

There's nothing to raise your hand to. If you have an idea in the first place, I'm putting it out at an earlier point. Gregor originally, even Angelm has no idea. Of course Gilberto is lost. I don't have any ideas about this.

"… one confirmation"

William opened his mouth in such a setting for the first time. I didn't go through Carl's mouth.

"Say it."

Gilberto's forgiveness also came out.

"I don't mind until I suggest a winnable measure, but it wouldn't make sense without the people who can run it. Do you have any idea?

William turns a blind eye to Gilberto, Angelm, Gregor, and Carl.

"Of course you're not. If you have such people, if you have such measures, this place doesn't exist, and I'm not here. Different?

William finally understood that he was in the same 'position'. This is how you got that Black Wolf. Your own hands and feet. Build up your losses, create a decisive predicament, and resist saying that you are the only one who can save it. If the "Black Mercenaries" had functioned well, they could have fought to some extent in Nederks' military technique. But the Black Wolf didn't choose it. I made more effective, more self-oriented moves.

The pain was already gone. The exhilaration prevails. I might get more than this, just think about 'power' and I'm going to tremble.

"That I'm here... if you can prepare a winnable solution, under that premise, you can leave me full powers, is that okay?

Gregor stands up and stares at this. The surrounding atmosphere is heavy, then dull and glowing. Gregor was also one or other samurai, above all noble.

"Too well, civilians."

Heavy words poke at William. But it no longer means anything to William, such as Gregor's words. In the first place...

"So why don't we twist out the winnable measures? Count Thunder."

"Stuff!?

A painful word. And no more words. Heavy, bitter air that sprays away clouds.

"It is hardly possible to leave full powers with the civilians of the ten captains. Isn't that right, guys!?

Gregor nevertheless asks everyone to seek their consent from around him. Carl remains more silent even Gilberto originally. And as far as Angelum...

"I think I can bet on the 'White Mask'. Personal opinion, of course. You can listen to me."

Gregor is stunned by his friend's answer. I turned my attention to Gilberto, my last favor. Gilberto hates William. I'm just not willing to go through this nonsense. That's what I was treading on.

"Not until I hear the plan. If you were convinced... ask the new Legion Leader to be a figurine. Be your head. And if you lose...... naturally die. We're gonna die, too."

"Damn, do such a stupid thing. It's easy to die."

Angelum opened his mouth again as Gregor was stunned.

"This battlefield has been a war since Laconia. And unlike Laconia, Albus also has a rich soil and is the hub of the trade. If you cooperate in building a bridgehead against the city, there is no alternative to beheading. We have two options. Sit still and die, or risk your life on the white mask, that's all, Gregor."

A rap talking mouth for an usually oligarchy Angelum. Gregor couldn't say anything anymore. Whatever Angelm says, he's out of saying he'll get on the white mask clearly. Carl was originally a puppet. At this point we have gained half the number of this occasion.

"Looks like Kruger got on you. Then it's up to me to deposit the full powers with you or not, and that's why it's up to me. So, professor, what can you do to win?"

No matter how negative Gregor takes the stand, William's point will be made if he convinces Gilberto in numbers. Of course, Angelm should also take off the ladder if the measure is to such an extent as not to convince Gilberto.

(Now, this is where the reversal play begins. Run around Noyama, which I like very well right now, mountain dog. Starting tomorrow...... this will be my battlefield)

William giggles damned under the mask. There is no such thing as a sure-fire victory in this world. But there are countless ways in this world if you can win. And the ability to present measures that you may win so that you can definitely win, acting skills, is the crux of William. Even the world deceived lightly, and now a man of former slavery is standing here. Compared to that miracle, reversal from here is no big deal.

"Bye -"

I have a plan. I'll let you out as much as I can. It was for this day that I have lay low for a long time, buried in the books of the nations of the world.

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Compared to yesterday, when it was a division of destiny, today's battlefield showed a moderate appearance. No, "The Black Wolf" and others came fast and fierce, but the Arcadia side was well outnumbered. If you are so disappointed that your defenses are consolidated, your attackers cannot move in a detour.

"This is another pretty heavy formation. Hey. All armies are thorough, defensive, defensive."

Wolfe fell asleep on the ground all worked up. By and large, the young Legion Leader, a replacement for Anatole, looked at the sight with a frigid look.

"I don't know. Let's have a fight. But you're right."

One hand of reversal is the sword of the blades. It would be nice to decide, but if not, it would create a huge gap. The option of adhering is not a bad one. Rather, it depends on the enemy's aim, but it can be the best hand.

"Even so... haven't you moved much better? Rather too good, huh? Push, push. Flip from the big offense, stick to the bees. When the tactics change, it's usually a little shaky."

There is no sway. I don't see today the comprehension of the overall tactics that was even when I was attacking yesterday, the swings that come from that difference. While keeping the tactical shift so good, the overall movement is rather exceptionally good, as is the overall liquidity during defense.

(I don't see any gaps. Some of the things I see are obviously fishing. Even through there, the terrain is less good, and a little trail... naturally don't be crushed by siege)

A formation that makes more use of terrain that was not seen until yesterday. As long as we are steadfast, we are tightened up and we are in no doubt as to where to start. And I don't feel like moving aggressively as a Wolf at a time when I'm lost.

(Above all, jumped overall liquidity, collaboration. Could you have done the same thing as me?)

Yesterday, the battlefield tilted to a greater extent by the participation of the "Black Mercenaries". Wolfe's little idea had transformed the Nederks into a black mercenary regiment.

Thus is Tane. The Black Mercenaries all understand Wolf's movements to some extent and can move according to Wolf's tactics. Place no more than one person and two people in each unit. I put him in a commanding position. This transformed the Nedeluxe army.

(If so, he's the boss who loses his head. And there's only one bastard like that.)

Wolfe thought he did the same thing. It's easier to do sophisticated, fluid tactics than you can explain otherwise. The Arcadia army has changed. That also changes Wolfe's plan. Forced pushing does not create a gap. Instead, it could be crushed at the counter if it can be depleted by an impossible offense.

"Come on, it's getting interesting. It's a white mask!

Wolfe stretches his measures. All are not destructive for one shot, but a number of measures that sound exactly at the target. Take the time to open it. It is this difficult phase that runs out of tactician plunder. Yes, Wolfe thought.

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William had foreseen the battlefield on the map. Soldiers are pawns, squads are in that assembly. This is another pawn. The whole thing is called the army. It would be one of the pawns if seen in the overall picture, including the army and the flat ground, but it is not necessary for William to foresee that far. We don't have the influence to get there from what we've seen.

"Move up Euwayne, or"

The pawn on the Nedeluxe side has three special pawns. One of them is this Euwayne.

"You can move this pawn as you like. This hand cuts back instantly"

William moves another pawn on hand. I gave it to Euwayne. This move is on schedule. "Above" in mountain warfare must be given the highest priority in terms of terrain. It's not hard to predict hitting the 'lion sign' there. I've already hit the sealing hand.

"This sealed it. The only remaining scary pawns are the Mountain Dog himself and The Cry Spear. Anatole is not as damaging as I am to be able to fight tomorrow. The mountain dogs would also not choose an impossible attack in a situation where all this ambiguity had been eliminated. I'd appreciate it if you did."

Full up there. William didn't value Nika, the other deputy chief. Individual martial arts are on par with Gregor and impeccable, but this is war. It's not a one-horse duel. Step away and fight and you're not a scary opponent.

In fact, I'm not letting Nika demonstrate any of her strengths on today's battlefield. This is one of the measures that William made known (through Gilberto). To pierce the guard anyway, regardless of the Nika opponent who is the deputy head of the regiment. Pull and fight. Fight away. I can't attack you. I won't come near you. That is the backbone of the measure.

"Fight as manual anyway. I don't need any more or less."

The manuals and procedures prepared by William were distributed to each hundred captains. This is the liver of this time that unified the movement of the Arcadia army. The procedure manual was written with as much bite as possible, down to the movements and thinking required concisely, to the way in which they fought and retreated. It gave principle to the squads placed and tailored them to interlocking things. Looked at in the overall picture, it looks very unified when you faithfully perform the movement along it.

"You don't need a sword to kill a hero. One of the arrows is enough."

In the manual it was also written about the arms to be used. This is well known to the whole thing, but the use of weapons with a long range anyway. I was making this thorough. Spears, not swords. Bow, not spear. The longer the better. If we are to be thorough about not attacking, there is no more truth. The performance of the bow declines for not a plotted flat area, but still the bow's advantage in range remains unchanged.

"Later the terrain. Place a formation in a good place. And don't move anywhere. If you fight carefully and be aware of your range, you will not fall easily on your hero opponent. Even if it falls..."

William looks over the whole map.

"I have as many as I want instead. Come on, let's go muddy, mountain dog."

I don't strike a rushing oddity. The opponent is the opponent where you hit him. I don't think it fits nicely. Don't think. The target is a black wolf. I'm going to type in a plan that I think is about the same as me.

"Make it win and win. That's me."

A man who swore to himself that he would continue to win strips his fangs.

William created procedures, manuals, and turned the army into his own hands and feet. Wolfe used his men, whom he had raised by hand and salt, to turn the army into his hands and feet. The different ways you two come to the same thought. The supreme is that everything in the army becomes itself. For the two of us who think we are Yu, how close we can bring others to ourselves is key.

The status quo hit each other the best they could right now. Hence the mud. From here on out, the best hands meet, point each other. It's better to take it off, but there's probably no wrong hit between the two. If it is, it is the strength of the pawn that is questioned. And the different external factors in which both are now placed.

William and Wolf, as things stand, there is no difference in tactical terms.