Tower of Karma

It was only a week after Bernhardt entered the browstat that Carl and Gilberto reached Oldengard, a city a little north of Laconia. Preparations rushed there as well, but this sight was far beyond expectations.

"... this isn't Laconia, is it?

"Naturally. The time Oldengard and Laconia were taken by Ostberg was a city that fought here as a base. In the past, Oldengard has only been plucked once. Once I elevated the Strakles of Black Gold as the corner of a giant star."

In the dark Gilberto may be saying it will happen again.

So much so that this situation was a tragic word.

The city is overflowing with wounded soldiers and the rescue hands are not turning. There was blood creeping in there, and the overlap showed that many lives had been scattered. How many times have you allowed me to approach you? There are burnt marks all over the city. This is even the case in Oldengard. That fact makes two breasts squeal.

"Don't guide me. Me and you are here. We're gonna win, Taylor."

"Yeah!"

The wounded soldiers look up at the two. The two figures spanning the horses did not rely on them. They left no shadow of the young creation. It still doesn't reach the Admiral on its own. But if you two are, I'm confident you'll even reach out to the giant stars. That confidence creates gravity.

"... ooh"

Little hope lit up in Oldengard, stood in dark despair.

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The two of us finish greeting Baldias, who has just returned from the battlefield. Baldias never masked his tough face all the time, but he threw words "I hope" at Bernhardt's sending new and sharp appearance.

And among the returning soldiers were two discerning faces.

"Gee, is that Gilberto!?

He was Senior 100 Captain Gregor, the same generation as the Gilbertos. Gregor delighted to reunite, Gilberto had a complex look on his face as he was being hugged with a large body. Is it a manifestation of friendship that you are doing with your first hand around? Unsurprisingly, Carl knew that the roots were gentle.

"Good, looks like Carl is a master at it too... whoa, were they both ranked higher than me? Excuse me. Excuse me."

Regular Gregor would almost seep even one of remorse, but I guess not. It was just exploding the joy of seeing the two of us alive.

"No, but I'm surprised. Browstat, I didn't know you guys were coming over here to defend us! That's a hundred manpower, no, a thousand manpower!

Haha and laughing at each other Gregor and Carl. Gilberto has a bitter grin.

"What happened to Hilda? If she's alive, she'll be in Oldengard."

Bitter curls. Gregor clouds his expression again, too.

"Oh, right. No, don't get me wrong. He's not dead. I'm on my way to comfort...... just -"

He's not dead, he's on his way to comfort. What the word indicates is:

"Oh, hey! Wait, Carl!"

Carl rushed out like a raven. Gilberto scratches the leg and causes it to fall. Momentum rolling, Carl. Gregor flashes when he sees it.

"Hey, what are you doing, Gilberto!

Rare rage for Carl. But Gilberto doesn't change one expression.

"How many ambulances do you think there are in Oldengard today? Do you know what you're doing, including anything extraordinary? It's more sensible to let Gregor know where you are than to torture your slow legs. Chill your head, fool."

Carl sneers at Gilberto's reprimand.

"You're on your way to comfort, aren't you? Then you don't have to hurry. I need guidance, Gregor."

"Ah, oh. Leave it to me."

Gregor was surprised by Carl's relationship with Gilberto. I have never suspected Gregor that Gilberto's roots are good men. Still, this is the first time Gilberto has ever seen me reprimand Carl and even follow him with care. Old Gilberto wouldn't be surprised if he pulled out his sword if he let his baron's son get angry. There was also a great surprise in forgiving it without saying anything.

The three of them also turn their feet to where Hilda is there in the story.

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It was an unhygienic place. A place where the doctor breaks a soldier's necrotic leg on the floor, drains water from an event with accumulated water, and pus flows out of it, blood or pus flies. Hilda is behind it, he said. Carl swallowed the sauce. Not even Gilberto can keep his expression faceless.

"Hilda is Kaspar's daughter. This is how they give me a private room. It's just that Hilda now, her heart is standing at me. You might get a tough hit, but I need you to draw it around."

Gregor knocks. In a low voice from the inside, he said, "Who? voice."

"It's Gregor. I'm here to see you."

For a while, a little "go ahead" sounded from the inside.

Three people enter the room. They haven't seen Hilda in a long time. We get stiff with each other.

"Hey, why are you here?"

Gilberto couldn't speak up. Ugly wound running on Hilda's beautiful face, because I saw it. Hilda wears a blanket as a gaze.

"Get out! It's not a spectacle!

Gilberto regretted his own reluctant gaze. She is usually strong, but she is also a woman. And this wound means death as a woman in this age. That as an aristocratic maid, I have literally become injured.

"... because the fever has subsided. I can go back to the battlefield tomorrow. So leave me alone!

Hilda's sad scream. Just living in this hell makes money. I can think that way. It could be a small concern from exactly what I'm about to die of right now. But he lost his esteemed father, wounded his face, and suffered from fever until now. Weaker too.

"... get some rest, Hilda."

Carl's gentle voice fills the room with atmosphere. The blanket also moved.

"You don't have to hurry back to the battlefield tomorrow. My old man, who I always bragged about, died. My heart and body are broken. So rest."

Carl turned his back on those with Hilda. Gilberto also guesses and continues later.

"Strakles is ours to discuss. I'll take care of everything!

Iron incense drifting from pale storms, Carl's fangs shown for the first time. When I saw it, Gregor and Hilda hid in the blanket. Only Gilberto smiles.

"I'm so glad you're alive. That's all I can fight for."

Carl leaves the private room as he is. Gilberto following it. The remaining Gregor and Hilda were stunned. I wasn't insulting you. Still thought we were weaker than ourselves. But the fangs I showed you earlier are better than anyone else in the room.

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Strakles was uncomfortable with the difference in response from yesterday. Until yesterday what was on this battlefield was a harsh atmosphere of 'immobility'. As for the strakless, it felt hard to move and forced struggle, but today there was a mixture of soft air in addition to there.

"Hmm. Gap or no"

Gaps for eating and breaking that I didn't show until yesterday. I don't even think I can come here and show it to you. But the troops who weren't there until yesterday rendezvous, and it is possible that a gap was created there. The joints of collaboration can be the only opportunity we have right now.

"Do you have any kimon?

Poke there. Make it a trap. Make it a gap, if you follow me, I don't know. This battlefield where Baldias comes and holds it critical. I want to push it off all at once if I can. The Ostberg side also created a difficult situation due to Kaspar's last resistance and driving, which made it difficult to attack thoughtfully. That is why we have not been able to drop Oldengard. Even as it stands, I used too much time.

If there is a gap, eat it and crush it. Otherwise it won't be a raid.

"Here."

"What do you think of that air?

"I don't know. We don't have enough ingredients to determine."

Boulder response. I see it in that air, and I doubt it. Put this man down to measure. There won't be anyone else.

"Let me see all the ingredients. If it's a trap, it's forbidden."

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Ostberg prides himself on Strakless' right arm, 'Black Sheep' Kimon. Even if it was a trap, if it was a kimon, it would do minimal damage. If the trap is sweet, it can also be crushed as is. This is what good pawns are used for.

"Lester, gather some men. I'm out."

"Copy that!

If for a young man, Strakles, Kimon is the secret, Lester is the secret of Kimon. Now still immature and inexperienced, he was seen to have the qualities to become a hero supporting Ostberg sooner or later.

"Well, you're not there yet."

Kimon's anxiety element cannot be seen on the battlefield.

"We have to break Arcadia's wings while we can."

Before that arrives, I want to decide the battle. That's what Kimon thought.

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Carl noticed the approaching of 'Black Sheep'. Boulder Even a slight loosening seems to be noticed at this level. It is a slight gap I dare to make, and of course a trap.

Carl thought the fight for himself was an opportunity to strike a big blow to his opponent. This hand will not be available after that. This fisherman only works at first because he is also a hand searcher. Fishing must be superb in bait. And it must not be taken as fishing bait.

(Battles after being eaten)

I don't know how much I can attract, how much I can feed you.

"Guys! We have to do everything we can to protect them!

The operation

"Copy that, Master Carl!

I didn't tell him. There is also the possibility of being caught in the motion of the retreating hips' miscellaneous soldiers. Just take a formation with holes and defend it with all your might. To the extent that it is also not deliberate, only the skilled can perceive gaps. Sprinkler bait with allies that William was good at. It wasn't the preferred hand for Carl, but still not if he's saying he likes or dislikes it now.

"Coming!

Black sheep penetration. Black sheep transformed into herds, the power of the collection was beyond the imagination of those who stood shield on the spot. Leading, second row, gunned down. I respond with bows and crossbows, but I see no shade in momentum.

"Change formation! You will receive it in a dense formation, spindled form, from the fifth row!

When the formation is switched from Carl's command, the formation changes to a shape that spreads slowly from the spindle, from the beginning to about the middle of the formation. This made me feel thick in the center.

"I see, highly skilled! But now we can crush it!

Kimon recognized this opponent as someone he had to crush. Dare to create a gap and lure the opponent into a change of formation to fit and kill him. Understood that he was a brilliant defensive general, but therefore.

"Damn, these arrows are easy to get through armor too!

Lester was also aware of the annoyance of the crossbow.

Back then, in the days before the Seven Kingdoms lined up, crossbow prototypes also existed in Eastern crossbows and Laurencia. Its power was so great that it killed so many knights on the battlefield.

As a knight-killing bow, the advent of a weapon that would crush the romance of the battlefield was unnecessary to the privileged class of time, that is, to the nobles. Even peasants can kill nobles if they have it. I can't leave a weapon like that in the wild. Therefore, the archetype of the crossbow was forbidden to be used by the 'top' and disappeared from the battlefield. By the time the idea was weathered, it had disappeared from people's memories.

Until Eckhardt rediscovered it, added more killing power, and William put it out into the world, not even Garias, said to be innovative, would use a crossbow. For it is too easy for one to kill a knight, a nobleman.

"Don't wander around! You can do it before they do it!

While Kimon recognized that old age weapon as troublesome, he also thought it couldn't be a decision maker. It is difficult for mass production and difficult for the speed of reloading. Never an all-powerful weapon. It's a foolish word to stop walking for fear of it.

"Attack and crush!

Deciding he was counting on a new weapon, Kimon strikes at once. I have all the ingredients. It was a trap, but a sweet and weak one. Then I can eat it.

"Change formation!

I heard a voice go well into Kimon's ear. Soft tenor, the person Kimon should discuss.

"All squads scattered, bi-wing moulds. Siege formation! Let one ant get away!

The voice didn't even echo across the battlefield, and Kimon was flashed by its size and strength. The air, which had been soft until earlier, is knitted in multiple ways, turning it into a shield of wind that combines great thickness and strength. And as I slipped out of it...

"You took a sweet look at my shield, Sir Kimon. Ostberg wings, let me break them by hand!

Arcadia's white sword strikes the black sheep.

Kimon came here and noticed another stage of trapping. An anomalous form protected by Gilberto, who was supposed to have a curl on his rightmost wing protecting the center. I was wary of Gilberto's placement, which is also causing Ostberg to have a brave name, but hence the lapse. I had no idea you were going to storm this side of the line through the side of your allies.

"You mean you went too far!?

I guess I was talking to the other squads to some extent. It's too fast, no matter how hard you've pushed through the horizontal line. No, all this time buying due to speed and formation is computational. The fact that he had not spoken to his own squad at the heart also played a part in deceiving Kimon. That's what turned the smell off against the measure.

"That's the thing!

Osvalt's proud white sword, the white horse's thrust combined with Gilberto's sword, strikes. Take that decently from the side, but keep it from being slashed so it's all over your hands. Sword pressure cannot be suppressed, and it is blown to the side to a large extent and falls.

"Enclose!"

The soldiers around us are trying to surround us.

"Don't you dare!

To the boulder. This trumps everyone. Kimon in "Black Sheep" is not Dada.

"Well, let's compare swords"

Gilberto also gets off the white horse again and stands on the same level as Kimon.

"Do you throw away the horse's interests? That's a lot of bullshit."

"No, it's my job until I stop you. And then there's Taylor's job."

Kimon looks around. I lost my sight because I lost my horse, but I can still understand. The siege formation has been completed. Some things unfolded too fast, but some things speeded up the completion of the formation because this one went too far.

"Everything is as it should be."

"Whatever! All I have to do is stop you!

Gilberto and Kimon's sword clash. Arcadia's young, up-and-coming swordsmanship...

"This much?!?

It was enough to meet each other with the 'Black Sheep' Kimon, who is second in strength in Ostberg. It is no longer even beyond 'Sword Ghost' or 'Sword Rider'. Beyond his brothers and sisters, he is approaching the height of his father, General Sword.

"That's not as good as rumors!

Kimon laughed bitterly at Gilberto's unleashed words.

Kimon's strength is as rumored. If you don't feel that as much as a rumor, there is only one answer. Gilberto got stronger. And yet, I feel a bottomless stretch.

"Terrible, Osvalt!

Now I have to say no to heroic eggs. Besides, that's the only place there are two of us.

Young buds growing up in Arcadia. How do the things that support Ostberg deal with them that show more maturity than expected? The lid of the fierce battle was cut and dropped.

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Strakles ashamed himself of his recklessness. I felt the inviting atmosphere. But I never thought Kimon would get hit so brilliantly. Everyone, including Kimon, could be swallowed as it is. So I try to move myself.

"Backhand Must Win...... Hard to do, Baldias!

Baldias took the form of restraining Strakless's movement out. Now I can't move easily Strakless. The strengths of 'immobility' are the ones that can take the most effective form in places like this. Move when you should, immovable when you should not.

"I don't know if I'm gonna lose my Kimon!

We need to move even if we can't. Hit and break Baldias' restraint. But make Kimon's escape route. If we don't do that, we'll try to make a move.

"Dear Strakless! From the side...... that flag is Gustav von Ivringer from 'War Spear', 'War Spear'! I'm going in this way!

"Huh! Immobilize, it's hard to do anything!

Baldias' spear aimed at moving out, the penetration of the Second Army Commander Gustav Squad. It was originally a force that worked best as a guerrilla army, but had not been able to produce that flavor in the battle so far. There wasn't even any clearance for the spear to push through. But now...

"Reassemble the line! Left side, they're coming!

"It's late, Strakless!

Spears of haughty speed as if clearing the depression up to yesterday. A severe and painful blow worthy of immovable spears devoured the sides of Strakless. It is the backhand special, the pinnacle of immovable battle.

"Are you coming at me?

"No kidding. I still don't care about my life."

Gustav completely crushed his legs, though, without assaulting Strakles' main unit. As a result, the relief foot was completely crushed, although not heavily damaged.

"Gather your men in the center! Push out the center!

Therefore the strakless will not arrive. Only 'voice' can make it arrive. Except the voice is the voice of a giant star. The roar cast as if it resonated across the battlefield gave the whole Ostberg army vitality and goal.

"Dude, here's the thing with one voice!?

I was thinking about eating through the sides and shooting through even the sides of the enemy army's main force with its feet, but that's not the case anymore. The whole thing began to concentrate in the center at the same time. The army changes shape like one creature. It's too late to go around to the sides. The old Gustav would still be around as ordered.

"Nma, if you go around here without thinking, Uncle Ma will preach to you, why wow!

Gustav has already been the division leader for a long time. I can read the finesse of the battlefield.

"Behind you, I'll punch you out!

Run single-handedly through the back. The danger is enormous, but if we don't take this place, we'll crush the young man's chances of winning. The light we finally see, we can't let it crush us. Even if it comes down to spreading your own life.

This is the watershed of war.

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As soon as Kimon heard "The Voice," he backed away with all his might, shaming and outsiders alike. It takes the form of being poked through a void born in "Voice," and Gilberto's reaction is delayed.

"Lester, we're leaving!

Horse-riding subordinates successfully pick up Kimon. "Shit!" he tries to chase evil, but it's not a battle with horse legs and people's legs. The difference between me and him that opens all at once.

"I am blind to the soldiers your Excellency has collected for me. If you let the main force escape now, even if you lose, the wound is shallow -"

Suddenly the front of Kimon and others bursts. It was Gustav von Eiblinger, the "Spear of War", who appeared in the blood shake waving the big spear. Blood and iron are our homeland. A man who lives and runs the battlefield captures his enemies.

"Ki-moon! Haven't you seen him yesterday? Try to wash your neck tight and wait for me. - Bye, Voor!

Rip off a lot of people with one swing. It is not easy to slay, poke, etc. The Battle of the Spear is flashy. I don't have cuts, moves, or anything small spilled with me. Violence to ravage the target is the backbone of this man.

"I'll pull it out!

Lester runs. Ostberg wings to put on his back.

"No, don't look at that man sweetly!

We have to deliver it at all costs. Even in exchange for my life...

"Dude... is this guy duh!?

Black, eagle. Flying.

"Retreat! Gustav von Eiblinger!

No. An instant encounter. Big and black spears, overlapping.

There was never an alarm. Gustav was also wounded, but rather in a mood for Gustav up his ass.

"Chi, it's growing good for Ostberg, too, isn't it?"

But I damaged it. On the contrary, he also suffered a painful wound. It's not fatal, but it's not even shallow.

"Goddamn."

I inflicted the same degree of wound, but the implications for both armies are very different in the wounds Lester suffers and Gustav's wounds. If they take today to the draw, the fact that they lack Gustav can be fatal for Arcadia.

"Damn.... I don't feel sorry for the boulders"

Lester had more than strength in this predicament. But it stands for his stretch. He also had the potential to be one of Yingjie's coloring the era of the coming battle.

"I caught the corner... not like this"

Gilberto seeps remorse. It would have been a big step if we had taken the kimon today. And it was a situation where I was able to take a kimon. Hate mistake for Gilberto, who let him go. It also becomes a bitter pain division for Gustav.

"I don't mind letting Kimon get away with it! But don't let them get away with it!

'Voices' running on the battlefield. Gilberto's well-informed man's voice made Kimon regain his sanity by two people who were stuck in motion. Yes, Kimon may have let him get away.

But...

"I still have my hands and feet!

Kimon's immediate troops, the fierce warriors, were still captured by Karl's siege formation.

"... you're right. This is not a one-horse hit. That was a war."

Gilberto regains his temper and jumps into the turmoil. Gustav also pressed the pain again to join the sweep of the enemy.

After the Kimons returned to the main unit,

"Oh no... Mr. Bruno, Mr. Rogel, guys, who won't come back alone"

The elites who ran the battlefield with Strakles and Kimon and raised them over time. They never came home alone. Kimon's katana has been defeated, except Lester. Some of them were senior hundred captains, leading hundred captains, and subordinates of the division chief class.

"My apologies, my lord"

Kimon bows his head with a bitter look. Strakles shakes his head.

"I commanded. That was too far-fetched. That's all."

The grin also disappeared on Strakless's expression. I was insulting them too much. Kimon thought he could win, even if caught in a trap, with minimal damage. Too far-fetched an estimate. My eyes were all over Baldias, and my eyes were cloudy.

"Hmm, that's the strength of that kid, huh? You're so young."

The "Shield of the Ethereal" was created with multiple overlaps of pale winds. Nedeluxe knew all along. The presence of this man. Ostberg finally recognized it. A man named Carl von Taylor. The patron saint of western Arcadia who protects Browstat.

"I'm not gonna look sweet anymore."

And Arcadia's proud white sword. Browstat's sword and shield descended on this battlefield.