Tower of Karma

"No way...... I'm gonna hit you with a bold hand"

Euwayne's opponent was Angelm until yesterday. Yesterday it was sticky a lot, and Euwayne thought there was no more patient general on the defensive than he was. But the Arcadia army has hit far beyond that expectation.

"I'll pay you back what I owed you yesterday." The Lion's Landing, "Sir Euwayne!

Today's opponent is Gilberto von Osvalt. The new head of the Osvalt family, who inherits the blood of Kensei in colour, turning Arcadia into a man who is proud to be the best young man.

"The lion sign is the opponent. Your arms are ringing."

"Above" is the stronghold of an attack that must be defended. If you're willing to win, you can't let go. Bold repositioning, but appropriate for reason. Who the hell but Gilberto can stop the 'lion sign'?

"The lion sign, huh? I'm just a mercenary now."

Euwayne laughed bitterly when he saw the motivated Gilberto squad.

"I can't change my birth. Blood is honest. There is one Knight King of the Twelve of Garnia," The Lion's Landing "Euwayne. I don't know why you're so obsessed with mercenaries, but I'll take you in Osvalt's name!

Far west end. A large island across the sea was called Garnia. There were many countries disturbed, disappearing at birth and repeating their birth when they disappeared. It was about ten years ago that twelve brilliant nations came together in one. Many of their kings were young and powerful. They said the battle had dawned and that twelve nations had also been disturbed at the same time. When they assembled and traveled across the sea to Laurencia, they were to be defeated as a result, but because of their bravery they were called the Knight King, and their martial names are roaring all the way to the land of Arcadia.

One of them is' Lion sign 'Euwayne. It is said that he was the most aggressive of the twelve knight kings and had obtained a harsh battle. I don't know why so many men belong to the mercenary corps or why they're under Wolf, but there's only one thing clear.

"Do you know me as a lion weather and still want to win"

"Whatever! Osvalt's sword has no defeat!

I get into a fight between the two of them. The two generals cared and the atmosphere clung to the army itself. One is a sword. Arcadia's proud white-bladed sword will lead the way to countless swords of soldiers. One is a lion. A swarm of wolves roared led by platinum lions.

Sword and lion. Two clashed.

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Confronting Nika is no different, Gregor. I don't want to do much with each other because I know what's in their hands. In the first place, the Gregor side, thanks to Gilberto's life (that of William), did not actively attempt to attack, but fought a long distance after a solid distance. Sometimes I didn't want to lose a soldier by forcing myself to attack an opponent who was superior, both as Nika and geographically, and the momentum of Nika's specialty was sealed.

As a result, the battlefield is dressed like this. The generals of both armies...

"" Hima. ""

It was a momentum that seemed to end the day without ever crossing a blade.

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Angelm is the essential defense Gilberto was defending. Enemy troops rarely come in here, and Angelm has little to do. Angelm was doing what he could because it was unlikely that he would leave, though.

"Soil is served carefully. The creation of that wall shapes our fate."

Strengthening the base. Both Gilberto and Angelm were split and indifferent in this aspect. Above all, there was no precedent for Arcadia army soldiers, especially professional servicemen, to do such carpentry work, etc. It is not that there were no such instances in this world, though. These civil engineering techniques, such as the superpower Garias, are also treated as necessary qualities for military personnel, and that is the strength of the country.

"Garias is always looking for innovation. Is there a lot to be apprenticed in the military?"

Until half a century ago, Galias himself was not a flying out of the Seven Kingdoms. But after ten years in power, the king called the Innovation King transformed into the largest nation in the Seven Kingdoms in just ten years, and has since remained a superpower.

The Seven Kingdoms, where pride, format, and determination or tradition occupy the weight. In it Garias succeeded in throwing it away. It makes sense not to be so obsessed. Politics, commerce, and the military.

That the soldiers born from it will be engaged in civil work. If soldiers do that locally, they don't need to hire people, they don't need time to hire them. It leads to a reduction in time and money. Especially time is an important point of view in battle. Every minute separates life and death.

"The cause of yesterday's defeat was the sweetness of the formation's making. The alarm that he would not be allowed in created such a gap. Don't be alarmed. Because we don't have much later."

It was William who presented this. This point is the strength of Garias, the biggest strongpoint in the Seven Kingdoms where Garias excels. I have no hand in not imitating this. Gregor and Gilberto looked bitter, but the full powers of the operation had already been given to William. I just have to accept it.

(There was nothing like brilliance in William Lewis' approach. But King's Road is a muddy thing. Walk in the middle of that road cluelessly...... no further measures)

There were no odd moves for William this time. There are parts of Theory that have been removed from theory, such as adhering to them without any attack, but not so much as odd measures. Focusing on spears and bows rather than swords would not be an odd idea. Using the terrain effectively is not an odd idea, but a royal road. But the army that did this firmly by intertwining these is strong.

A king's way is a king's way because it's strong.

The Black Wolves will be made to feel it. William, who learns and repairs the military foundations of the nations of the world and knows every royal path, created that manly royal path from its multitude. That the foundation is sturdy, the making is polite, in front of the best royal roads, and the odd measures do not mean anything.

(Again... strong)

Angelm smells deeply of the bloody bandage he picks up from somewhere. And with a slightly reddish face,

"Woohoo, great"

Praised. Neither its subject nor its intention is known except in Angelm.

It was an unfamiliar civil work, but it felt pretty good by sunset, taking advantage of the command and versatility it had had before it.

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The battlefield fell into this state of clothing. An Arcadian army that lacks a pawn named William and fights in one fell state, but with a strong guard and several layers of walls on which another formation is formed even if it is pulled out. The heavy defense of the Nederks (Commander Wolfe) to defeat their strength of 'speed' is an insurmountable situation for even the black mercenaries who have won numerous battles.

On the third day after that, only the Wolf squad, which has no corresponding pawns, will eat and scatter the formation, but there will be no troops to follow. Results cannot protrude alone, resulting in a situation where we have to leave.

On the fourth day of working out measures, he assaulted Gregor's formation with Wolf and Nika. Gregor's command to make a breakthrough at once, but pull and defend it, glowed, and the other hundred troops made it to cover him in time as he bought time, resulting only in increased losses for both armies.

On the fifth day of hitting the odds, our tactics burst, the true summit of Wolfe. To dare break through the required points from "below" instead of "above" at once, penetrate from the critical point where the river shows its spread in many squads, except Euwayne. Even if it greatly surprises the Arcadian army, the speed is erased by the strength of the formation prepared by Angelm, and the results are dealt with. The seriousness of Angelm, who worked well even when he couldn't move, prevented his defeat.

And while the two armies wore out many soldiers to each other, the battle was slowly time-consuming.

"... I've never seen anyone pull this thoroughly before."

Wolfe puts his head in a situation that is blocked in eight directions. Nothing. The situation is not bad. There is no difference between the attacker, Nederks, and the defender, Arcadia, and the soldier's wear rate. The protector is supposed to be the advantage. So I said it was Wolfe's arm, the conductor, who is able to take it to Even.

"It's not like I'm unwilling to win. I don't even see reinforcements coming. No, if reinforcements are coming, you just have to threaten me and borrow this one. The flatlands are still about a skirmish, and moving them doesn't interfere that much. Of course, it would be a bet to make one flat spot missing..."

Losses are far away if you keep protecting them, but wins are not close. A situation where attackers and protectors have similar wear rates to almost the same number cannot be described as an Arcadia advantage in flattery. Instead, if you keep pushing it, sooner or later the 'hole' will be empty. You don't realize that. It shouldn't be William.

"I can't read the aim. Even idiots know you're buying time... but where are we going?

A battle without precedence. That's what Arcadia is fighting for. Soon it will be broken even if it is caught in the shell. This was the truth that goes through all things.

"To heal the injury? No, can you keep the army down with that? There's got to be some way. Aim. There's no way. He's a white mask."

My trust as an enemy to the White Mask haunted Wolfe.

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"Is it time?

William, whose injury almost heals and removes all bandages. Of course, where William joined the war, it doesn't lead to a fundamental solution. "Aim" is not where it is.

"I'm leaving tomorrow, too. Shake it up a little bit."

William stroked Carl's head, which he seemed sorry for forever.

"Damn it, how long are you gonna be sneaking around? I'm glad about that. Perhaps Gilberto and Angelm had guessed. I suspected Hilda from the beginning. It's hard to mislead that neighborhood. Then it's easier to find out. I feel like I said the same thing yesterday and before."

Sleepy curls.

"Or do you think I'm gonna walk away from you?

Carl was frightened. Yes, of course, Carl seemed sorry for his helplessness, his lack of compatibility with William, and his relationship with William, who found out from them, but the idea that was at the bottom of it really was something else.

"Because... there's no reason for William to be with me anymore"

Carl is not an idiot either. I'm guessing, for example, the portion of the profits that William has with Carl. Of course I have no doubt about your friendship with William. Still, I'm just a little nervous. Will there ever be a presence that combines the martial arts and knowledge of William under Carl? Even as the relationship was exposed, William convinced the Gilbertos with his prior 'power'. Is there room left for Carl to enter there? The second son of the baron's house, that's all he's got.

"Was it a relationship to that extent? Our relationship. That's a little... pathetic."

"Huh?"

William looks sad. Karl looks surprised when he sees it.

"My days with Carl have been a surprise streak for me. He treats me with the same gaze as me, who was noble but less than civilian. That was just a surprise, and I was happy. Everyone treated me like an Inhuman until I came here from Lucitania, after I came here. He was a human outside, and his hair was white, and... he was treating me like that."

William graciously embraced Carl. Even more amazing Carl.

"I was saved when I met you. Class and birth are not all that matters. Even friendship arises between me and my noble Carl, who is less than a civilian. That's possible... I could have known."

William's fever transmits to Carl. Carl almost loosened his tear glands.

"I am your sword. And I want to be my friend forever. Then, can't you?

"Oh, I'm sorry, William. Me, me, wow."

Behind the crying curls, William...

(You're a pain in the ass. Really)

Back to back with a gentle embrace, his expression was completely out of his mind.

(There's no way I can get away from you when I start doing business under the Taylor family umbrella. Work your head a little, you idiot)

The Taylor family is still worth using. The part called 'gold' that is not found in other houses.

(I will still use it. That's the more you guys get out of the shell, huh)

For William, there are only two friends. Everything else is others. It's just a subject to be eaten. Carl is not yet the time to eat. That's all.

(If you'd met me in my slavery days, you'd have looked at me like a mushkella)

William doesn't believe it. William won't forget that 'eye'.

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Another loosely adhesive battlefield today. Attackers and protectors are out of focus somewhere. With the exception of Gilberto and Euwayne, who are fighting to the death in "Above," he was obviously tired of the war of depletion between the two armies. As a Wolf, too, the front can be maintained while retaining an advantage, so it's not a tactical scene, but a form of pushing the center for now.

"Hey, do you want to go?"

Though...

That's just what I call a 'black wolf'. Fast attack, fierce attack, big offense. Not enough to disintegrate the center, but Wolff's commanding squad is still strong. Break through the rain of arrows using a shield as an umbrella with all this stuff if you come in contact with it. He jumps into the enemy formation at once and ravages this.

"I don't know what you're trying to do... but you're gonna end up eating like this."

Wolfe's fierce offense changes the hue of the center.

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"Chi, it's that wooden idol again. It's time to get tired of it."

There was a formation of Gregor in front of Nika. As Angelum showed with his own hands, the reinforcement of the formation improved considerably even with the burning blade. Continue later if results show. Gregor also follows William's instructions, and a little dirt castle can be found with a burning blade.

Nika was having difficulty attacking this, and it didn't take her days to get out of it. The wear and tear rate on this occasion is quite a Gregor advantage and not interesting as Nika either.

"Ahhh! Uh-huh. Yeah, yeah! Get the fuck out of here! Pull!

Gregor doesn't move where Nika screamed.

Oh, that's easy.

I'll try and figure it out. The knowledge that William has gained from many books, its aggregation is equal to a thousand experiences, ten thousand experiences. Scrutinize from there and wake only the delicious to the letter in plain sight. The effect surprisingly changed the Arcadia army's consciousness on this battlefield.

(I don't feel like losing if I put it together)

Death fights are a must if you get hit from the front. Arms are almost mutually reinforcing. My life was always supposed to be at stake. Gregor's usual way of fighting was chivalrous and aristocratic, something that could not be said to be reasonably reasonable. But now Gregor feels rational.

"I've been here twice as long, and I'm not going to fall."

Gregor's squad is local. Even the army led by Nika can be firmly contained on the flat ground. The defensive side is creating absolutely favourable conditions. There is no loss on this battlefield. At least I didn't feel like losing as Gregor's response.

"Plus today... it's a little funny. Gufu."

Gregor's suspicious grin made him feel a little pully.

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It was a dirt castle with a distinctly different atmosphere that appeared before Wolf's eyes. By the way, trees are also used and of high quality. I guess I was making this in anticipation of being pushed here instead of being made overnight. Wolfe knows only one such insane person.

"Say it! Let's start over, white mask!

White Mask. William Lewius looks down at Wolfe from above Earthcastle. The extra color you can even tell from under the mask. I guess I'm feeling almost all right, too. I have a good complexion and I don't see any trauma.

"I'll play with you if I can get here."

William's provocation. Of course, Wolff...

"Petty!

Ride Taunton. A brilliant castle indeed. Build all this stuff with piercing. That's the kind of talent I possessed. None of this is as good as it is great. But still, Wolfe doesn't doubt Yu. When I could win, I stepped on it that I could break through.

"I'll crush you!

A penetration that takes advantage of the speed of flavor. Speed only lives on the battlefield. Horseback riding was sealed. It should be noted that the wolves' speed did not know where to stay.

"Wow. Don't do it."

I do any army, such as preventing arrows with shield umbrellas. But it's brilliant to be moving around so fast in that state and letting variations in how you attack. In mountain warfare, arrows don't want as much performance as flat ground. That's why there's a gap to stick it in there.

"Shara!"

Arrow rain can't be rain as long as you watch the passage. There are many obstacles up and down the mountain. Even the bow, the best weapon of all time due to surface control on the flat ground, is rendered powerless by one branch of a tree and one of a leaf.

Wolfe didn't miss the gap that was born that way.

"Sorry to bother you!

It was fast. I just have to say that. At speed, Wolfe packs the distance all at once. Horrible arrow rain and no problem as long as you understand exactly how to avoid it. And if you jump in...

"Shall we go to the second war...... White Mask"

Wolfe's two swords jump their necks in an instant. That's where it breaks through, continuously entering William's created Earthcastle. Fast, strong.

The sight can also be seen from William on the earth castle. Wolf's speed was still troublesome. The same goes for the speed of an individual, but the speed is exceptional when he leads a group.

"Hmm. Temeer's not my opponent."

William also has a plan for crushing it.

White and black. This time in a mass battle, it looks awkward.