Tower of Karma

Wolfe follows him, and Carl uses his methods to send him. Each time Wolfe repented, struck her knees, and learned them. Measures that worked once will never pass again. Even if he strikes a second hand in the conversion, Wolfe will strike right back at the hand in the conversion. He seemed to be on the run, but what Carl could do little by little was being lost.

"Still empty castle, flag and horn whistler all alone"

In front of Wolfe, one soldier laughed without even standing and walking without losing his leg. Surrounded by forests on all sides, cliffs stand in the north and south. I thought you were bound to hit something. Attack or defend, retreat - it seems a shame to choose to immediately slash and abandon such a good location and retreat. Thanks to this, time was consumed just before the sun reached the top of the sky.

"Name it, stone thrower. I'll remember the courage to endure loneliness and keep blowing it till the end."

"I was flattered to have Wolf Gank Stryder, a young newcomer, take his name. But I don't need it. My name will be remembered by Master Carl. My family, my country, they protect me better. You're so sweet, you're so popular with everyone."

The man pulled out his sword without even standing. Wolfe makes the vigilant soldiers stop. The man laughed his own stomach. An awesome smile, a vivid growl. Wolfe knelt down and bowed her head to that death that collapsed and smiled endlessly.

"Let's pay tribute, you unknown hero. I'll never forget you again. Let's carve into our hearts the courage many have shown in this battle. It was brilliant."

Someone has to sacrifice the retreat. No matter how many moves you make, it's the retreat fight that will cost someone somewhere. You can't fight while you're running. I will always need a stone thrown away by the name of my lord. He was chosen for that discarding stone, smiling, crying, like crazy, scattered with different expressions. And they all kept their morale until the time of their death.

"Hey, it's Anatole. I wonder what kind of face Euwayne died in."

Pompous and Wolfe twinkle. Anatol responded silently. Wolfe laughs bitterly at the response and thanks. It is something no one knows. It would be blasphemy to the dead to speak irresponsibly.

"I wonder if you would have laughed like this one, or if you were crying. I wonder if it's because these guys' devotions dabble here lately, as if it were yesterday."

Wolfe soaks in between. Ulysses turned away when he saw it. That they may not understand that tears may come to their own eyes. Not to be crushed by the death of my beloved brother.

"What if this idiot is soaking up? If you want to reward death, just win today, win tomorrow. If you keep winning, the dead will enjoy themselves in the afterlife, but for the sake of wine."

Nika is strong at times like this. Wolf nodded and raised his head.

"I know. This measure represents their suffering. This fort can crush ten or twenty people for a day if they stay. It's not a terrain that can be moved in large units. Even if you fall after noon, it'll take you until evening just to move. I threw away a day of advantages. I can't afford the numbers."

Wolf's head had a retreat route through which the enemy would pass, all its terrain in his head. Originally all in Nederx territory, this one has plenty of maps.

"Capture it today. It should have been a difference in numbers that could ravage just the cavalry over there, which continues to be shredded with a slightly increasing number of troops. Anatole, assemble the cavalry on the Nederks' side. One last push, that's it."

"Okay. Let's get him ready immediately."

There are only a few left to browstat. Finally Wolfe's fangs reached Carl's throat.

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Carl and the others were walking with a bitter look on their faces. Probably won't hold it for half a day with that hand. Immediately packed if pressed by cavalry from there. No matter how you use the woods, you won't get to the feet of a cavalry. It is only two days away from Browstat, but it is the joining of the injured who have caught up with the difference between their legs that bothers them when they come here.

The speed dropped at the end.

"Please leave us. All my people risked their lives. We can do it."

Carl looks them in the eye. There wobbling eyes were not prepared like those who volunteered. Words that were hunted down, swallowed by the air, and had no choice. Those who chose not to volunteer to live in the first place. That's not bad. I think Carl should.

But perhaps they won't stop. That's what makes it no different from a roadside stone. You won't even be able to make that black wolf kick. That's why I can't tell you to be a stone thrower. I don't want to die in vain.

"But if you look through, your legs will go faster. We need to earn some distance."

Hilda ears at Carl. Karl shook his head at the words.

"Still, we can't make it to Browstat. I need another hand. Is there anything you can do to buy a little more time?

There was a big neighborhood in Carl's eyes. I've been spinning my head full to this point. The limits are far exceeded. I haven't gotten much sleep either. I was physically and mentally done and still trying to twist something out. Hilda turns away from the spectacular sight.

Probably nothing more.

"All right, injured people. He's the only one who really wants to die."

The air of despair was torn apart.

"I don't want to die, but if I don't, I'm gonna die with you."

From when Carl became captain of the ten, no, it was Ignaz, a small, big man I knew more than a long time ago as a child. Carl's eyes shake.

"Ignaz! You know what you're talking about!?

Frank's cry echoes. No one on this occasion had ever heard such a passionate word from Frank. Perhaps, except for the showered person.

"I know. But if he dies here, he dies in vain. We're all going to be pointless, and so are all the people who have died before. Can you forgive that?

Ignaerts and Frank, the two of us who deserved to be brought to life more than our thoughts, have never been named for throwing stones before. Martial arts also greatly exceeded the level of ten captains, and even the level of a hundred captains as far as military law was concerned. Worth it. I want to keep him alive somehow.

"It's nasty, Master Carl. We know best that we don't have any more hands. Gilberto and Hilda are the ones who can change this situation... but I can't. 'Cause you're a little short on your head."

Much rude, but true. What we need here is a life force that will allow us to survive a little longer and buy time. No general has that. But they can do that. William, Carl, and Bernhardt. If they ran through the battlefield.

"It's the two of us who can do it. I'm the son of a chamber of commerce, but I can't do much arithmetic. Frank is the one who deserves to live with each other on the battlefield, and I'm the one who should hang up. Make your decision, Master Carl."

Ignaz's eyes were naturally shaking. But I'm ready for more than that. He also had a gushing consciousness as something that stood above people. Even the ten of us, its weight remains the same.

"... Ignaz, get your hands on it. Let's make up our minds."

I was prepared to do the same, and the man in front of me. I don't want to die either. I didn't want you to go to war. A personal statement made by both fathers to improve their familiarity with Laurent. The second son of each other's chamber of commerce, the fluffy ones who lived, did not even think that they would come across such occasions.

"So I'm saying that the value is better for Temeye!

"Then I'll tell you a hundred things about you being good to me? I don't have time for this. I don't want to pull either. More than you can pull."

A competitor, but a second boy you don't need. It was only my oldest son's insurance. They fit wonders and horses. Windy Ignaz, moderate Frank, Ignaz was taller when we just met and protected Frank, who was often bullied.

"Wow. I can get my hands on you."

When we realized it, our backs were reversed, somehow protecting our own bosses on the battlefield, until the unwanted second son of the Chamber of Commerce became captain of ten. That must have been very fortunate. The time has come to do the liquidation.

"Taylor, what are they saying?

Gilberto questions. It's understandable that it's a nasty atmosphere, but I don't see why both sides are holding hands.

"... it's very, very important. It's so important to those two."

Carl was enjoying the thought that he was about to destroy. You can't break your own commandments. They are important childhood tamers. Still, when this place can't be done without hanging up. If it's true, I had to ask for it before I could say it. Shame on myself for unconsciously avoiding it. And I'm proud of them for mentioning it.

"Don't regret it. I don't want to die either."

"Me, too. I wanted at least one of my wives."

"I agree. Okay, let's do it."

The two arms moved at the same time.

"" Saigo is goo ""

That 's--

"" Jahn ""

Whenever they're different, the ritual has set the course for the two of us. Even that day, they chose their fate with this. Either we play Carl's amulet on the battlefield as my father put it, or we fly out of the house and the two of us flee somewhere far away, when Ignaerts won.

The fate of that time is now connected.

"" Ho!

At the whim of fate, this is the last thing for them.

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Wolfe followed a fast cavalry to narrow the distance at once. Horse riders rush through forests with high and low disparities at once. The victory was current and morale was high. Wolfe's back, running the lead, further served them up. There is nothing to doubt Wolfe's arm that stuffed him so far, many times inhibited by Carl's ploy. I've come to the point where Carl is no longer a hitter.

There is no one in Nedeluxe who insults Carl in the defensive war. I've been drinking boiled water many times. I also have experience with browstats and getting bounced off doing marslans. And this exit battle is decisive, and their patriotism screams that they have to take over the present general.

"Weird. Just a little...... isn't it off?

Nedeluxe soldiers speaking to the leading Wolf. Wolf shifts his gaze.

"I was born around here and I have some land prospecting. I was wondering if this road would be more efficient if we headed to Frandelen."

Wolfe put his hands up and let everyone stand still.

"How long have you been on a strange path? Footprints are stretching here."

"That's all I know. Sorry, sir."

With an apologetic soldier on his ass, Wolfe was thinking. I've honestly followed in my footsteps so far. I can't see anything unnatural in my footprints. But it is true that it was also Wolfe's feeling that the direction was starting to slip a little. That's why I stopped everyone.

"You have the potential for positive motion. You want me to send some guys out for reconnaissance? We can still afford the time."

"Right. Get some rest here often. In the meantime, go back the way a few of us came and see if there's anything strange going on. You're in the lead, please."

Wolf put his hand on the shoulder of a soldier with a plot of land. The soldier orgasmed and said, "Copy that!," he exclaims in a high voice. To that extent, in this battle, Wolfe was gathering hope.

"Now, whether it's our last fart... I wonder what will happen"

Wolfe stared at a footprint that she didn't think was very positive.

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Less than half an hour later a soldier came back sweating on his face.

"I found it! There were cleverly hidden footprints, but there's definitely a group going through the shortest route. What will you do?

Wolf sees footprints on this side. And look at my men's faces. Either you should believe it.

"Time is heavier for them than gold. If there's a footprint on the shortest route, you'll be right."

"That's why... I also care. Well, let's just say I believe in Temeye."

Wolfe took his men. In fact, as a matter of reason, it is what my men say. If we keep going like this, we may well fall into enemy measures. I also lose the trust of my people. In the end, it's up to luck to pull these two choices forward. Then at least go to the good crackers.

(Now I can still afford to make mistakes. In the meantime, why don't you go on the stream)

Wolfe's choice is cheap or thoughtful.

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At the end of the cleverly hidden footprint, there was a clear, lingering footprint. It belongs to a group. Everyone thought they had broken the enemy's strategy. Morale. And Wolfe's intuition was screaming with a catfish proportionate to it. Unlike reason, Wolff...

"Behind the enemy! I still got it right here!

I saw the tail of the enemy group. There is no longer any doubt, you were right on this path. Wolf's intuition was wrong. That's all.

"Haha, you're running desperately! That's what we're gonna do to the horse's feet!

"I'll go."

Leading Wolf accelerates. I cut off the back of the enemy soldiers at once at a distance. Enemy soldiers rolling around. I looked at the color of that eye, and from a slightly pioneered view of what I had gone ahead,

"All armies inverted! This is-"

"Commence all squad operations! Show him things in his eyes, you dumb cavalry!

I understood that this route itself was an enemy trap. Interrupted footprints, no one ahead of the man who was supposed to be the rear end. The broken footprints are scattered on all sides.

"Pull!

An Arcadia soldier crawling out of a cloak full of dirt pulls the string at hand. Strings made of multiple layers of the rice balls growing there. A soldier positioned at a right angle against the direction of progress of the Nederks army, the string he pulled, hooked his horse's leg and let the horse roll. It is a narrow road. Once you roll it out, you keep falling.

The distraction and acceleration became the backbone.

And to the fallen soldiers and horses,

"Kayae!

The cape camouflaged with dirt and leaves, and Arcadia soldiers arrived with the anger. Poke horses and soldiers without clogging their time with long spears. Forest trees, not a number from between them to that point, but an arrow pours.

"It's soggy!

Even though the horses have fallen, Anatole and other powerful men can take a belligerent stance, so can ordinary soldiers. Whether soldiers crushed by horses and left to die, or those whose feet were pinched and unable to move, the plight was as much. Too early a fall from victory to death of that predicament took away their thoughts.

"Damn, these guys are after horses!

The spear pours down with Nika's scream. The foolishness of unleashing long spears that are supposed to be advantages before the enemy's posture is in order. But it is an English break. In Wolfe's view, the enemy had a small number of advantages, a number that would quickly kick his ass as long as his posture was in order.

"I'm sorry, Master Wolfe, because of me -"

An apology was thrown to Wolfe, whose men in the land survey were a little further away. Wolfe throws her gaze back instead of words. He said that he was the one who chose it, and that his proposed subordinates were not responsible. When I looked into his eyes, the man laughed.

At that moment, a man with a spear pours out of his head. The spear of a man pierced by a soldier and a horse was long, and the man who waved it was as long and skinny as that spear. The man jumping off a tree branch with the leaves smiles and puts his middle finger up against the black wolf.

And he growls back to his dead place.

"Death to all! Stop more here and be a hero!

Arcadia soldiers roared. That may never have been what a hero looked like. They weren't ready. He shouted that he didn't want to die crying, and some went to his enemies. I'm not looking like a hero. Not all the strong ones I was prepared to scatter with laughter. That's why the man putting this together smiled.

Look, even the weak ones can take out the strong ones.

The man who won the championship, Frank, shook his favorite long spear into the midst of his enemies.

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Ignaerts looked like that even then. A face that will never bend, a look that tries to pierce itself. That's when Ignaerts puts out the absolute goo. He may not be conscious, but when he puts out a goo, he puts it on his face. So at that time, I didn't want to go to the battlefield, but Carl, who said we were friends even though he was noble, couldn't beat his best friend who couldn't betray us.

I lost, I went out on the battlefield, and there was just something I didn't like. Everything was tough on the second son of a merchant who lived with no freedom in Arkas. I think it was used for perfectionist William's chores, chores and a lot more conveniently.

A battlefield full of dirt, muddy, and then leafy. When I realized it, I came all the way here. Ten captains, in a much out of place position for a mediocre self. William's, just being under Carl's, just asking about Ignaerts, came all the way here.

It was tidal time, Frank laughs bitterly.

Frank thinks he's stronger than himself if he's going to live. So this time Grandpa won with a par. Ignaerts held me in tears. One more time, one more time, and I wasted it like I was back in my childhood.

Maybe that's why I feel good about being here right now. As a child, I owe you many times to protect me. Speaking of which, I didn't return it. It is also a pleasure to return it today.

"Ha, don't look at me like that. I'm a cautious person."

In this dead place, Frank was the only Arcadia soldier alive. I waved my spear crazy to death. She was also scratched on the cheek of the anatol. I got a wind hole in my stomach with a spear of return, but I think I did a good job for myself.

"Arcadia convex combo? I still do, but I've been given a lot of spicy acid throughout. I may not be saying this right now, but it's as much as I wanted my men to."

Frank heartily denies Wolfe's words. Perhaps Wolfe can't find himself not one of William or Carl's men. He's the king of the mighty, a man named Wolfe. And in a different way of thinking, William and Carl gave us the strength to fight against the king of the weak, the weak themselves. Wolff, who would not, is not the person weak himself follows. I'm sure it doesn't suit my taste either.

"Probably the guy or Carl who trained you guys that far. Really, I respect that. You and them."

Wolfe will also be in touch, fighting and changing with William and Carl again, I guess. Frank was just a little relieved. The influence of changing enemies and allies, it still fits on this scale now, but it gets scary when you think about what lies ahead. Well, I never see it.

"Time to make it easier on him. No more words."

to Anatole's words. Frank said,

"Oh, did I talk to you too? It makes sense. You can't move your mouth."

I returned it with a breathing noise with Hiuuuuuuuuuu. Probably didn't even speak what I said earlier. I guess there was a hole even when I pulled the arrow I got in my throat. Frank relaxes wondering if the air is leaking from it.

The scenery is so blurry and cloudy, the words pick up if the ears are barely healthy.

"Anyway, you did a good job. I can't catch up today. That's what you do. Be proud, heroes. Tell them you died here. Bye."

It's like I don't feel it, but I'm sure they poked me in the heart's heart. Rapidly distant consciousness. The last sight I saw was long ago, when I was introduced to Laurent as a child of my generation at a Taylor Chamber of Commerce meeting, I met Carl for the first time, and I met my best friend. All of a sudden, I was challenged to compete, and...

It is the sight of that time. Which won then? Before I remember--