Tower of Karma

Biggest day. That made the war as tragic as it ever was a play.

As if the Arcadia army cleared up its previous depression, it showed a ghostly march and laid a void in the Nederks army that was sure of its victory. It is the destructive Gregor squad that leads the heart of the Arcadia army. The once-in-a-lifetime onslaught crushed the center of the Nederks army in one shot. A single armor cuff was this.

"Hey, what? What's happening?

Gregor as well as the other 100 captains throw everything up and march on as if they were going to spit out what they had accumulated. It drains heavily, but eats twice as many opponents and wins. The elite army of young Arcadia marching much harder than the fighting after a fierce battle so far.

"This is stupid"

It is the Legion Leader of the Nederks who collapses. I can't gaze at Anatole, who has a rugged face on the side. That's how big he slapped his mouth. I wouldn't be able to do anything horrible like gaze at each other.

"Again, huh? It's a very handy way of doing things."

Not interested in how it looked, Anatole was only watching the other person's movements. Even so, there is no way that measures can be taken. An entire army of Arcadians from the mountains is attacking. Anatol is known for the extent to which he can manage with the bravery of one person.

What would that man do? How do you feel about this death?)

It's that confident grin that floats behind Anatole's brain. If that man believes in himself absolutely, can he do something about this situation? I was just a little interested.

"Heh, it doesn't make sense to know. We're the only ones who cut them off."

With that said, Anatole carries his own work tools. Seeing that, the Legion Leader spilled an unspoken soulless grunt.

"Departure. If you're a proud Nedeluxe soldier, show me what you mean."

Anatole stares forward. In the end, all I can do is fight an individual who is no different from a single soldier. Then at least I have to work a little better than the others. That's how the name "Cry Spear" cries.

"Coming."

Anatol from "Cry Spear," out.

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The battle was fierce. The momentum of the central army, led by Gregor, was tremendous, with the Nederks squatting ahead poorly, resulting in the collapse of the centre in a short time. Still, Gregor's legs don't stop and he moves forward.

It is Angelum that supports it in the shadows. Works well at the required locations to ensure momentum is not attenuated. These two wheels were intertwined to create an unusual momentum.

The Central Army, led by these two generals, is the greatest force in the battle of the Mountains. Gregor attacking the ghoul. This is how Gregor originally moves to show his true worth. Full force penetration without minor workmanship. Angelm makes up for the small work that is missing.

The destructive power of the central army is tremendous. The assault, which could also be taken as barbaric, resulted in more deaths, but ravaged twice as many soldiers.

Black shadow looking at this.

"Ooh. Gregor and Angelm? That's a good move."

The Wolves were black mercenaries. They were gathered and lay down in one place.

"We're both good pawns. That makes it difficult to replace it. You're" vacant. "

Euwayne was staring at one point. The aim of the day announced by Wolfe early in the morning. If you're only committed to winning the whole thing, you just have to drop it over there.

"Nika keeps the center down and buys time. Euwayne and I will crush that place."

Euwayne's place to watch is today's tactical goal. The Wolves no longer have influence over the whole thing. Then the wolf herd will come together and overwhelm one battlefield. There is no way.

"The meeting place is just like I said. I'll see you all alive."

If we suppress one of them, we will still be left with a winning chance in the 'whole'. That's what the Wolves are after. One shot reversed. The Nedeluxe Army is not the only one who's been through this before. Arcadia is also taking risks and attacking. There is a gap in it.

"Sa, I'll make up my mind!

Black mercenary regiment, start.

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Gregor and Angelm pushing center. Gregor, one of the most destructive young men, and Angelum, who is clever to the top throughout the Arcadia Army. The destructive power of the army goes hand in hand with the two of them being put together.

It was an anatol that went out to contain it, except that it was overwhelming even individually. It takes the form of being pushed by the Arcadian army, which combines good with momentum. Even this has brought it back more than it did at one time, but it has not reached a fundamental solution.

"Keep Anatole away from me! Keep towing with the arrows."

Angelm's life flies. A tough but effective Yingjie sealed ranged battle. I can't swing a spear unless I can get close to it with a 'crying spear'. Unable to receive enemies, they are twitched and shredded.

"Push it off. Yeah! The main unit is right in front of you!

In response to Gregor's roar, the morale of all armies rose. The attack that has accumulated here explodes at once, releasing the intent to kill until it ravages the opponent.

"Guru. That's it."

Anatol was ready to defeat. I'm confident that we can do something as long as we stay close to the enemy. But the opponent is Angelm. I don't give you a gap to get in.

"I'm sorry. Dear Rheinberga,"

The only way it will take is to storm ready to die and take over the other general. It is unlikely to bring him closer, but his loyalty to the nation, to his own Lord, moves him this way.

"Either way, we have to take responsibility for defeat. That's my responsibility as a Nederks soldier. Let's go!

A penetration of life. He could be desperate in a few seconds. Still, Anatole moves on. I'm not afraid of death. I have seen, produced, and piled up numerous deaths. Now it's my turn, that's all.

"Coming. It's a shame. A little sooner than that."

Angelum gives her ass a glimpse of Anatole. Angelm's gaze is not there. It's not Anatole that's at stake right now. The most threatening thing on this battlefield right now is...

"Are you still here? | Black Mercenaries (Noir Gallu)!"

Simultaneously with Gregor's cry, the sides of the Arcadia army burst. Elite to come. The fast, the strong, the like of a wolf.

"Oops. Sorry to bother you."

Black mercenaries strip their fangs ahead of 'Black Wolf' Wolf. Due to the momentum gained, the sides of the Arcadia army are filled with gaps. The army is torn apart as if to chew a thousand pieces of soft meat.

Wolfe's vacant breakthrough,

"Excuse me."

"Lion sign" Euwayne expands greatly. Its platinum glow is comparable to that of the leading Wolfe while vice president. The king who dominates the battlefield, the ordinary man has no choice but to fall down before the beauty.

"Out of the way! Come on, Nika!

The injury has not completely healed. Still, Nika came back to the battlefield. There's only one victory to regain. For the first time since winning, I will prove my existence.

Mercenaries don't make sense if they win. Win and get lots of rewards. And raise your name. Build up the gold and the honor and grab the heavens.

"Nika. I'll take care of the sidekicks. Brawl is our domain. Win."

"Who are you talking to? Temeer is the one who can't lose, you idiot."

"Ha. Am I gonna lose, idiot?"

Wolf and Nika gaze at each other only for a short time. On the other hand, Neeka puts her absolute trust in Wolf's power, Wolf doesn't have that much trust in Neeka's power. But between things with the same purpose, elsewhere than power, Wolfe believed in Nika. She follows me no matter what.

That's why I can run through at full speed.

"All right, you guys do your best to get out!

Leave the center to Nika. It won't be easy to pull out if you pair it with Anatole. I can see the Nederks winning if I chew through the steeple in the meantime. Even if it's too late for the mountains...

"Again, the aim... is the need for flats and mountains, are you going to win in conjunction with flats!

If you control the flat ground, you have enough to win. Don't forget. Only the mountains are a battle in formation to prevail in battle on the flatlands. Win on the flat, and everything will be turned upside down.

"" As read so far!

William had already read through this situation. I expected this to happen at the first point. So far all the battles on the desk have been recreated. Of course, Wolfe's paintings, which we corrected the other day, also painted this situation. Both as read so far.

"Goodbye, Sanoshita."

The Wolves cut the sides of the Arcadia army with overwhelming force. Are the wolves of the flock so strong? Everyone in the Arcadia Army thinks so and it results in fear.

A central army completely broken through and broken up by a black mercenary regiment. At its center,

"So... hello Arcadians"

"Ah, comforting reinforcements."

Now Nika sets up two swords, one strike at a time from the beginning. It further messes up the rough side of the Arcadia army. Battlefield with a random pattern at once. Anatole also pokes that gap and gets to the enemy all at once. The mourning of the dead pierces the enemy at once.

"Woman and crying spear...... that's a trick dude"

"It's the least I can do to make you have it. Get in the mood."

"I know!

The advantage disappeared. A brawl that I don't know which is better. How the center falls, it is unknown even to those who are fighting.

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The Wolves' aim is a critical point with the flatlands. At the beginning, Gilberto is where Angelum was guarding from the middle to the end. By taking this place, you will make the flat ground look good. Not only that, but it also makes it possible to send soldiers from the mountainside. If you take it, you will move the main battlefield flat battle that has not yet crossed the boundaries of the temple at once.

There is no technique for the Wolves to know, but a substantial main formation in the mountain warfare had shifted here. The Legion Leader is somewhere else, but functionally, this is completely the main unit. It is the most important point for Arcadia and the tactical goal of the Wolves.

"I see... that's a brilliant formation"

Euwayne speaks up in admiration. A brilliant formation that Angelum would have liked. The terrain is also a gentle ascent from the great descent, and the black mercenary regiment side is at a disadvantage given the range of bows, etc. A formation of iron walls that makes the most of the terrain and is added without a clue.

"... woohoo, I knew it"

It is William's smell to incense from this formation. So much so that even Euwayne, who had not confronted him directly, had been added a considerable arrangement, following the basics. Strong, sturdy, iron walls. Then even the softness is enclosed. Definitely William's proposal.

"If it's not William who protects this place... can you drop it by yourself?

That's why...

"Can I drop it?

Wolf smiles.

"You're better than me today. Do what you like," Lion Mark ". I'm..."

Wolfe stepped that there was no William here. It's too blatant. All I can smell is a trap from the wolf's sense of smell. In the first place, there's no way William, who's supposed to be like Wolfe, is here.

"Get your job done."

That's what I said and about ten people led me out of this place.

"It's a shame. I wanted to fight the White Mask, too."

Euwayne pulls out his own sword. Disappointingly, the situation on the defensive side is quite difficult for the attacker. It has the potential to lose many pawns. Still,

"Well, that would be nice."

The lion was hungry. I've had many interesting fights when I came under Wolfe, but not enough to fill the lion's belly. Wolfe needs to stand because he is the only king he has ever recognized. Therefore, delicious prey and circumstances have given way.

"So let's get started"

Euwayne with a full smile. But the ancient neighbors who cement their surroundings know. When the lion smiled on the battlefield, he said that was the signal to be serious.

"Follow me"

A lion of platinum stormed into a formation showing full standing.

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Wolfe was laughing. Would there have been a battlefield that I once enjoyed so much? Would there have been a battlefield so painful? And there was no battlefield where I could trust my opponent more. Wolfe wasn't sure at all because they were just stupid. I didn't have to be sure to win.

Thought through the idea, and the feeling of meshing perfectly. This may no longer be fate.

"God has begotten us in the same time. It makes sense."

Wolfe's eyes could see many paths.

route in time even if we do our best to attack the need. There is nothing like that. As for William, I'd appreciate it if the need fell. More seats at the top of the Arcadia Army. In addition, a hero of salvation if he drops his own main force.

(But you don't expect me to choose that. It's natural, isn't it? It makes sense for the first time that the main force survives to take the point. It doesn't have to be me. So we don't have to think about this case for each other)

The Wolves are only one pawn if viewed on an army basis. Even if it takes a point that is the enemy's point, it is quickly taken, such as an isolated pawn with no strings attached.

(Then Temeer should think of another case. Circumstances in which soldiers have been assigned some strength in the center to drop the need. There are a few paths in time for this)

In fact, Wolfe was going to. And there was certainty that the other person was thinking this way too. That's why Wolfe changed her movements just before.

(Path that shines on several muscles. But Temeer would've been there, wouldn't he? Because...)

Wolf speeds up his legs. My men keep up with Wolfe, so best of luck. Wolfe's legs were too fast. That's not just simple leg strength. This is the first time you have a head that can grasp the terrain and choose the best route without a moment's hesitation.

'Cause there's...

Wolf's vision opens. And Wolfe had the best grin.

The certainty is that the gear, the fate, has crossed.