Tower of Karma

The battlefield was shaken not by the 'above', which is a daily death fight, nor by the clash between the two, essentially generals of the two armies, but by the battlefield of Gregor and Nika, a little below the river than in the centre.

"All right!"

Gregor made a gutsy pose. The aim fitted beautifully. Surprise of the Day...

"Let me take the back"

A pawn about moving Angelm von Kruger. I emptied the place I needed, albeit temporarily. But I came to pick up a pawn named Nika, deputy commander of the Black Mercenary Corps. This surprise is because I've been adamant, through hard hitting. Even what is supposed to be assumed, accustomed takes away thought.

"Za, no!

Nika was attacking the offense with outrageous regard for her army's wear and tear. Its destructive power was enough to make you wonder if it would break through Gregor's formation. Hence the gap that was born. The space behind his birth, though he abandoned his defense and attacked him. Aim there.

"Give it up, woman! Good luck in front of this Gregor von Thunder! But it's a woman, it's a mercenary. It means he wasn't my enemy. Ha, ha, ha!

Ignore Gregor, Nika directs the soldiers. Nika is not stupid enough to get here and attack even more. Run as far as you can. A hand in escape.

"You think I'm gonna let you get away with this?

But it is Angelm that inhibits. I'm not the kind of man who mispacks.

"Shit."

Nika punches her tongue. And look at the center where Wolfe would be.

"Wa. You passed away first."

I smiled feminine.

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The first thing I noticed about Nika's battlefield anomaly was Euwayne, who was fighting in a spectacular 'up there'. Gilberto's opponents have outsmarted him so far, but he's still got a little bit of an edge on the battlefield.

"Wolf!"

There's nothing I can do for myself in the furthest away. It would mean nothing where I was headed from now on. Still, I can't help but scream, without wishing.

If we lose Nika, who was so supportive in all respects that she could say half of the man she identified as the Lord, Wolfe will no longer be what he has been. You may not represent that in a table, but on the back, you can't fool yourself with your contents.

"Find out, don't do it, Lion Man!

Gilberto's sword slashes Euwayne vertically. I dodged it in the Greek Way, but a line of muscle ran on my cheeks and eyelids, blood bleeding from that line.

"I can't afford to be dealing with you!

Euwayne's sword. Gilberto took it firmly. (12) Two imminent people.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!

Thoughts that make room for it and just fight with all your might. So now Gilberto was antagonizing Euwayne. If you're one-on-one among the youngsters, you probably don't compare to Gilberto. Especially with our current Gilberto opponents.

(I don't feel like losing... I don't even feel like I can kill you. So much, family of swords)

Euwayne was in a hurry. The situation is too bad. I can't move, Nika's in a difficult state, and Wolfe won't be able to move easily again. I was supposed to push the center and broil out the white mask today. You should be attacking for that.

(Please survive. Nika!)

All Euwayne can do is wish.

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Wolfe immediately detected the anomaly on the battlefield. On the way to collapse William's dirt castle, in the middle of an attack. If this had been before the attack, if it had been in time, would Wolfe have changed his measures?

Or - still only pursue victory?

"... Press the thick right of the defense"

Copy that.

Wolfe truncated Nika. Nika doesn't want to be rescued until she throws and hits victory. Nika used to be familiar. The only living person who knows the origin of Wolfe's past. He was definitely an important person to Wolfe.

My men don't pinch their mouths. As much as Wolfe and Nika are in a shitty relationship, they can argue. Still, that's why Wolfe cut Nika. They can't pinch disagreements there.

"So I... you think I'm leaving, Ka!?

The black wolf. Now I can't retreat myself, I can't get a single feeling of retreating myself,

(Thick means I want to protect it. Crush it there... the formation will die)

Hungry for victory, thirsty, wanting oneself...

"Well, I'm not. Attack, attack, crush! Wait for me, White Mask. I'll kill you in a minute."

Wolfe shrugged.

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"... still won't work. Increasingly -"

William looks at Wolfe as he moves his soldiers endlessly, moving forward one by one. I didn't show any stray even for a moment. Probably no gap today either. Even if we discussed Nika, the deputy commander, there is no significant change in the battlefield. There is no substitute for Euwayne above, but if it's about Nika, I can substitute it.

It was as William sees it.

"Mutual in tactical terms. I'm a little inferior. Same with personal martial arts."

In many respects in the fight, Wolfe was a little ahead of William. As things stand, there's no better part of William than Wolfe in tactical terms. There's only so much we can do to keep them twitching in like this that we can delay them.

"Still, I'm the one who wins"

William snorted.

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Nika was standing in a desperate predicament. Gregor in a disappointing formation ahead. Angelum was moving to place a thin, wide formation in the rear to ensure that Nika's breath roots were stopped. I can't help it.

"Nika. Can't you just do something about it?

One of my men pounded and spilled his voice. Nika laughs with her nose when she hears it.

"Idiot. I'd do it if I could."

Perhaps only Nika would be helpful if she threw away her shame and outgoing stories and made the best use of being a woman. We can do something as long as we're alive. There can be a way to live with Wolf again someday.

"I... am a warrior"

The woman threw it away. No, I abandoned my way to sell a woman. He was sweet to a man, flattered by a man, flattered by a man, and thus abandoned his way of life like a parasite. That's what Nika's mother was. All the women around them were. Put on a beautiful treat, make a man laugh.

"If I'm going to live that way now... I'd rather die!

But I'm not. I decided to fight and live with Wolf. When it was the only time for Nika to lose her biggest friend, she chose the same path as the man who loved it best. You can't survive without fighting. It makes no sense if you win with your own hands. I'm sorry about the rest of my life.

Nika's spear roars. Misunderstood by the boldness of the movement, but Nika's martial arts are delicate in themselves. Armor joints, indirect, and neck. Sharply cleave the thin spot of armor. Fast, supple, and sharply jump the enemy's neck, hands, and feet.

"Bring it on! They won't kill you easily. Hey!

When I die, I look forward. Live like that.

"Damn. Our vice president... we have to do it!

Don't forget. There's nothing worse than a wolf at work.

A bunch of wolves, I can yell.

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Angelm was easily aware of the anomaly. I don't take a sweet look at Nika. It was blocking Gregor, the most breakthrough and destructive of young men. On the contrary, on offense, it goes over Gregor. It is the fool who insults that opponent. Angelm is different.

"Shoot him with a bow without breaking the siege formation. I don't know what's going to happen if we get close."

Angelm stepped on that there were no melee fights against wolf opponents who increased their intentions to kill.

"There is no pull. I have to be perfect."

Angelm held his mouth with his hand and inhaled heavily.

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Full of arrow wounds, the wolf can roar over many bodies. Penetration with Vice Commander Taru Nika at the head. As the rain of the arrows pours, trees, rock shades, and high and low differences continue to be used to avoid them. Impossible, of course, to keep perfectly engaged. Several arrows stab Nika's skin deeply. Some of my men fall. Some of my men get arrowy trying to get up.

"Mahhhhhhhhhhhh!"

A growl that no longer makes sense. Stand, move, fight only to survive. Kill the opponent and win. Like a wild beast.

"Trouble! I'll pinch you, Angelum!

I couldn't wait. Gregor moves out.

"Don't move on your own, you idiot!

But I can't help what's moved out. To kill for sure, shrink the siege and fight close. True, but this makes a lot of sacrifices. It's not beautiful. It defiles the aesthetics of Angelm, but it's done every now and then.

(That simple fool! You're kidding me! What are you going to do if I'm... limited to him?!?)

The black flame burns with a twinkle. It has to be beautiful and perfect. Above with tactics, complete without letting the enemy move as intended at all. No damage to allies, opponents are wiped out. This is the painting of Angelm, the intent of the 'thing' that assembled this operation.

"Woman! Your struggle, plus this Gregor von Thunder!

Shake up the sword and pierce it. A monster who chops up his handyman's men and stands in front of Nika.

"Ha! You're here to die from Temeye, you idiot!

Wave the spear. The Great Sword takes it.

"Your neck, if I don't take it, I'm sorry!

Both of them meet and befriend each other many times. Right there.

"Die."

Angelum breaks in. Leaving his men behind, he burned himself to the flames of single rage and came to this occasion. A black-fired sword takes aim at Nika's neck.

"Aah!?

Nika is critical and prevents using spears. The price is the spear itself. The spear is completely cut off from the patterned area.

"Angelum! Get out of my way!

Ignoring the sudden surprise Gregor, Angelm targets Nika, who has become ruthlessly helpless. Swing your sword up. Aim at Nika's neck again without changing one expression.

"Now it's time to die."

Announcement of Angelm. That's the word of the Absolute with the other person's life in his hand.

(... damn)

This desperate predicament. Stuffed when sandwiched by two people, Gregor and Angelm. I can't help but die here. I think so.

"You're going to die!

Gone. Angelum's words triggered it.

"Hmm!?

The swordsmanship was so beautiful that Gregor roared. Hilarious as a butterfly, he wields the sword of Angelm. In its natural orbit, as if Angelum had waved it so, Angelum's sword swung in an unawares direction.

This sword is Nika's power to protect herself from being taught the first time to live on the battlefield. It is a double sword, one attack at a time.

"Ko, no wow!

Gregor got his hands on nature. I don't know if I was put to the fight Nika put out, or if there's any other reason. I don't know.

"Fu!? Is this who you really are, woman?

Gregor's sword is also distracted. Nika's sword pokes at that gap. Gregor's armor scrapes and flies. An Angelm sword slips in, even as he tries to pursue it. The sword guard on your left shifts it well. While playing beautiful tones.

"Stupid!?

Neither Angelm nor Gregor are clueless. I can't afford to do that to Nika right now.

"I'm not dying. I fight, I fight, I fight, I survive till the time I die!

Two on one. Nothing but humiliation for Angelm and Gregor. The life force of a surviving subject, sandwiched by two fierce men. It is in the critical world that the roar of life shines. Beautiful obsidian glow. Female wolf wrapped in obsidian fur.

(Damn, I should still have killed him with an arrow)

Fangs plunder Angelm's cheeks. Only one wolf survives beautifully between two fierce men. The sword wears a void and the fangs are engraved into the armor. A situation that would have to be overwhelming. But I can't take him down. I can't kill him.

"Woman haaaa!

Gregor's full blow washed away.

"Shit!"

Angelm's sword strikes a void.

"Aaaaaaaaaa!"

Nika desperately lives a short time when she can even forget to breathe and think of it as eternal. I'm not afraid of death. The only thing that scares me is the person who admitted to death, the person who gave up his life to fear and fight death, that's all.

When I decided to follow the same path as Wolf, I threw away my weak self. I cut my long hair just short and desperately chased Wolfe's back. To fulfill my promises to my friends, to fight the world my friends were drunk in, the dreams my friends couldn't fulfill.

The wolf is here.

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It was short in time, just for a little while. Female wolf death fights burned in the back of her brain. It was engraved on the chest of everyone on this occasion in a short medium intensity. Even equilibrium and one of the other breaths will collapse. It was so extreme. Therefore, the time is precisely about a minute or two.

(Ha-han. I knew it. You're watching, Lilya. I...)

"......"

The moment they played their swords and tried to turn back, Nika's knees collapsed. The price for continuing to move in an almost apnea state, color disappearing from the whole body, lungs rushing for air. Making a sound like asthma, the extremes, arguably Nika's zone state, collapsed.

"Hey, to"

Both Gregor and Angelm are stunned for a moment. It was the two of us who were fighting that didn't bring this situation to my mind. So much Nika's struggle was divine.

"Hiuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu... Damn, Hiuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

The end comes suddenly.

"I'll give you my neck."

Angelm understood the end of the battle. Gregor waves up his sword with a serious look. The expression was not the face of a man who had insulted his little girl, but was full of spectrum in front of a good enemy.

"It was a good opponent. Brilliant."

Nika distorts her face to Gregor's praise. I won't give up until the end. The body, which lacked air, refused to do everything, even as it tried desperately to move its body.

Are you not interested in the neck, Angelum puts his thoughts on the next battle to wait.

"Well, now even tomorrow..."

Salvation also comes suddenly.

Some of Angelm's ears disappeared. The last sound I heard was a dead voice similar to the mourning of the dead.

"Gre, go......"

Gregor's giant blows up every great sword before Angelum utters words to draw attention. Fast, strong, heavy blow.

"What is this!?

I just have to be stunned. to the destructive power of that blow. to someone who can't possibly exist on this occasion. It's not supposed to come out on this battlefield, man, it's supposed to be over. lost one hand, and also lost his total command on this occasion as Legion Commander, and nevertheless,

"It was a brilliant martial arts. As well as living in battle, I salute you."

Anatole in "Cry Spear" stands on the battlefield.

"Why!?" The White Mask took the arm of the Cry Spear. "

If you look closely, Anatole is a ship's arm. He had a spear with only one arm.

"With one arm... you mean you blew up my giant?

I guess it's not all there yet. Blood seeping bandages and lean blue and white complexions represent it.

"Send us the wolf's survival."

Anatole smiled when she heard Nika constantly saying, "Me, me, me, I can do it," behind her back. I was shown so much martial arts. There's no way a martial arts artist can do anything if he does.

"I deal with two immatures here"

The spear roars. Spears bounce loosely, unwavering, even though they say they have just become one arm. Just turn the spear appropriately and you'll see. The level of the person in front of you.

(Damn it, did the siege spread thinly become a vendetta)

Angelm regrets it. We should have narrowed the siege during the assault phase or taken a vigilant formation behind us. That way I could have killed Nika perfectly without allowing such an intruder. But that's not already happening.

"Gregor... I'll kill you both"

"I know."

The two of them understood. That a man of full-blown creativity is stronger than both of us because of this view. Confront him and you'll see. Until now Nika has done too much. He was in excellent condition by the time he was ultimate in his power. Besides, we both see swords that specialize in that defense for the first time. Hence the struggle. But...

"Not enough."

Anatol is different. "White Mask" It was inconspicuous because William Lewis was a well-known spear figure for the entire Seven Kingdoms when it came to "crying spears". William who was stopping was just amazing, the 'white mask' who took his arm was just outstanding.

"Ooh!?

The spear poured on both of us without any preliminary motion. Two people who manage to react to it and cut it off. But that's also critical. Anatol obviously can afford a move to the point of a small hand check.

The difference was historical.

"Immature"

The one word was enough to light the two young men. In front of Anatole's death-flavored 'Spear', the black 'Flame' and the stiff 'Xu' blast. That if we both lost, it wouldn't extend to William if we combined.

"still immature"

The mourning of the dead pours down and clashes with the young talent.

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The battlefield remained glued as a whole. Some of the battles continued incandescent, but overall lacked morale and movement was dull. But still, the war situation remained unchanged and was slowly leaning towards the Nederks side, the attacker. However, if you ask the soldiers at the end if they can feel the finesse, the answer is no.

In the middle of the mountain zone, the curtain descends on fierce warfare.

"Ha! You're running away, white mask!?

Wolfe threw an anger at his away back. William turns around and smiles at it.

"Congratulations, Mountain Dog. You win this time. [M] Be proud."

Impoliteness is this. Wrinkles lean between Wolf's eyebrows.

It was Wolf, on the offender's side, who won. The line on the Arcadia side finally collapsed in front of repeated obstinate attacks. Without giving it any clearance to rebuild, Wolfe ravaged it and blew the formation without a trace. It is therefore Wolfe who has won.

"... today was your last chance, wasn't it? Isn't this the last fort that leaves Temeer and the others with a chance to win? That's it!? That's about it!

A good opponent of the same generation for Wolf, even if it's the first time. The person I admitted to wasn't going to run out of stories to this extent. Disappointment sets fire to Wolfe's wrath. For what I was expecting, the recoil is huge.

The key is not to be pushed in for the disadvantaged Williams and Arcadia armies to win. Especially this center is the most important point that should not be pushed. I don't understand the maneuver to take Nika here, but I ended up getting it by unexpected reinforcements. The center is pushed, Nika survives, and Anatole is resurrected.

The wind is blowing on the Wolves.

"I can't beat you right now. I know that."

I've run out of measures. Arcadia can't win.

"But..."

I can't see the look on William's face as the sun sets in the shadows.

"War will be won."

Make a declaration of victory and William leaves the spot. That figure didn't look very much like a loser, all the more baffling to Wolfe. While acknowledging his own weakness, William is still willing to win.

"... so you're still willing to do it anyway"

Where does Wolfe blow his anger earlier? I was swelling my chest to expectations. Only marginally worse though I win with my overall strength. I can't say enough about winning. Get your head around everything you need to know about what's going to pop up and what kind of hands you're going to use.

"Haha. Nice."

Think about it, Wolfe laughs. A number of measures to combine up in your head. They will be crushed by another measure, and the one that remains in your head will be zero. I mean, Wolfe couldn't come up with a reversal that would repeat this situation.

"Do you really have a way to win... I'll show you"

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"Is this the Cry Spear?"

Not so much a full-blown creation, but Angelm and Gregor wore it out because of the two of us. Anatol, who had always dominated against two fierce men, was still a monster. William, who stopped it, also indirectly proved his excellence.

"There is no melee. Impossible."

If you fight, you have a winning eye. Today was brought to the melee, the scene of their specialty, but they shouldn't do that after tomorrow. Abandon your pride to win and end up in a battle at a distance. I can't stop you if I do. That's what I was dealing with.

"It's going to be a tough fight."

"Oh, I'll be back in formation once. Gregor must hurry to rebuild the formation."

I know what you mean.

After tomorrow, Anatole will be back on the battlefield. It's good to keep Nika out of action today. If you both cooperate, that offense becomes immeasurable.

The battlefield was in a difficult phase.

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Behind William's words, mortal battles continued after the next day. A battlefield where both attackers and protectors just drain away. Mutual morale keeps falling. Neither does the Black Mercenary Corps work as well as I think due to the attacking loss caused by the lack of Nika. Euwayne was also sealed by Gilberto's struggle, and Wolfe was dealt with by William thoroughly. Only the resurrected Anatole was showing brilliance on the battlefield.

"Everything is calculated."

William grins forward Gilberto, Angelum, Gregor and Carl. Many of the mortal battles that went on. The sacrifices lost are enormous. The sacrifices made are also significant. That's why a victory that can arrive. The birth of a miracle.

"What's all this stuff about coming here... are you sure it's going to be as pictured?

Gregor has a troubled face. It was also what everyone on this occasion thought about this. Is there indeed a winning eye from here? William's heavy use, of course, after being convinced of the measure. Still, the question remains.

"Signs are being seen. All battlefields except the Anatole squad are slightly more favorable here from five minutes. Not a very happy result considering the defensive side, of course... but as the first painting suggests"

Angelm tells calmly. What we need is to believe. Many questions were explained by William on that day desk. Sometimes too temperamental a measure and a lack of certainty, Gilberto and Angelum first tried to veto it, but Carl and Gregor rode the measure.

"I think it's going to be okay. 'Cause even we're in the mood for war... even over there."

Carl speaks with a small voice but confidence. Gregor nodded again when he heard that.

"In addition, the resurrection of Anatol. I couldn't read through all this because it depended on Anatole's personal vitality, but if it worked so flashly for me so far...... I'd appreciate it"

William's grin deepens. Everything is calculated. And everything's fine. The malaise of a black mercenary regiment that lacked Nika, a blue army that is visibly enlivened by the return of Anatole.

"Mercenaries. Let them know."

Everything is as pictured.