Tower of Karma

Wolfe saw how many cuts, stab wounds, swords poked, arrows poked, spears broken, and the death of a man who had bought time. A force that was clearly bouncing more than the strength of the vegetables. Anatol muddles the wounds on her cheeks. This wound, which is deep beyond bounds, will remain.

"Damn, that's it!

Wolfe smacked a tree. This anger is directed at me. It was an affront to their vitality. There is no way I would choose to die missouri. There's no way it works with the immediate idea. I curse my weakness for moving to the immediate advantage, even if I know it.

"I had no choice. They were only good at one piece here."

"I wonder how many times that has happened. How many times have you broken it off in this fight?

If you think about it, you'll see. They have to run all the way to Browstat. That is the purpose. In a situation where the purpose is frustrating, there's no way you're going to be able to strike an easy hand. This time, the deviated path is positive, and the main unit takes the shortest. That's so natural, I'm sure it'll go bankrupt right away. Now Wolfe and the others have taken it.

An easy-to-understand answer. There was no such thing in everything so far. I don't think the whole body, the people who have twisted everything out and confused the Wolves, will reach for an easy answer to understand. I shouldn't have thought about it.

"These guys must have broken it off once. You didn't say a word about having no choice. We had plenty of room. Always. How many times have we been spared? How many times do I have to do this?

The grin had disappeared from Wolfe's face. To the victory booze, it was the same with Wolfe who was drunk on the dominant booze. Soon I was drowning in the spare sea. I wasn't being chronic. Still, it's true that it was coming lower and higher than that man. That miscalculation clouded Wolfe's eyes to this occasion.

"Carl von Taylor is Arcadia's best general in the retreat. The ruse and the expectations, the morale that never goes down, probably not even me or him. If it's the same situation, he and I are eaten. That's all they were and it was too late to recognize them."

This situation could be the best general in the world. At this one-handed depth, with the dying power of the ordinary people who created the place of death in front of them, Wolfe finally got the right estimate.

"All archers are injured. A lot of guys are hurting their legs. Probably cut it off."

Is there a general who will dwell on the stone so tough? It was something I would know if I could do it, if I thought about it a little bit. It wasn't if Niyaniya and I were laughing sparingly. It was foolish to think about the later and not even think about the pattern, trying to be liked by the soldiers.

Reminds me of my strengths. One, take a good deep breath.

"As soon as the back catches up, we'll follow them with cavalry. The shortest route is this way. Browstat, a day before we get there, we're done. It doesn't matter day or night. Just follow the guy who can follow you."

Wolf is strong. The strong follow, attracted by their strength. Sooner or later, the limit might come. We have to change our ways a little bit. But now is not the time to lose your depression.

"Often, you kept me waiting, Carl. This is the top of the wolf."

The room disappeared from the wolf's eyes. The grin disappeared. That's the truth of the wolf that was losing in defeat and making a trial and error. To triumph over anything and by any means. What Carl and the others are doing now and they didn't do.

An awakening black wolf, a horde of powerful men attracted to its strength stripping their fangs.

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Carl and the others were walking through the night. The speed of walking is delayed. If we don't go any further, we can catch up. Shortest route and time gained at the expense of the Franks. Doesn't make sense if you're dying here. Earn distance, whatever you do, go to Browstat.

Carl and the others were taking turns putting soldiers on the few horses left. Anything that looked dark in the colour of fatigue is put on the horse to have it recovered at all. Carl, Hilda and Gilberto are not on horses either.

"Hey, Carl."

Hilda walking next door spoke to Carl.

"What's the matter, look scared?

Carl was imposing and making a smile. It was a strength of discovery, but no one touches it there. Who the hell can complain about the fullest strength and the way the general looks?

"This is the number of people back in Browstat. Can you protect me?

Carl smiles thirsty.

"I can't. That's where I give up from the edge. That's why the Wolves have plenty of room. The number of people shredded. Reaching Browstat won't protect you without reinforcements. Blue Guiko is supposed to be turning reinforcements over there, so his power increases rather. There's nothing I can do."

Hilda no longer knew what to look like in too much shock. Everyone had fallen for it. But everyone kept their mouth shut because they were afraid to put it in their mouth.

"So you're saying it doesn't make sense to go back? You mean Browstat gives up, passes on mountains and rivers and runs away? Is that the answer to this sacrifice?

Hilda's voice was kept low, but in this silence. Quite a few people were listening. I can feel the morale without it. I can't get back on my feet.

"I don't know that. Maybe you don't have to lose your browstat. But that has nothing to do with the situation over here. If reinforcements are impossible, I think the citizens have already evacuated." That "will be about done tentatively, too, and we'll figure it out if we make it to Browstat. Compromise, though it may be necessary"

Compromise, which means abandoning the browstat. Let go of Browstat, which was a difficult setback, which meant a huge retreat against the Nederks. Wolfe's obstinate pursuit even took fangs from them to fight back.

"I don't think so. Let's switch here. What, should I just take it back sometime? Easy, easy."

Ignaerts, who are supposed to lose their best friend and be hard, are blatant. Seeing that strength made no one speak any more. Anyway, now all you have to do is think about running away with the whole body and spirit. Because fate is determined by the hard work of Carl and the others.

"Exactly. It's okay, I'm just lucky. Though not as good as Aoyagi. This is how I became division leader. It's a miracle."

"Chi Nie Su. I don't know about old Carl."

Carl and Ignaz desperately set the scene up. Hilda laughs at it too. Gilberto laughed a lot, too, and everyone laughed because it was deliberate again. It's in hell that we laugh. And we'll come back one day. To this land...

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It was a nightmare. I walked all night. The distance should have been well earned. It follows Browstat along this path, even if it is not the shortest. Their delay means that the measure was successful. Then more than half a day of advantages should have been created.

Yet...

"Please run, Master Carl! We will be the last stone to throw away!

Why are the horseshoes ringing? Why does a bunch of troubled wolves appear?

"If he dies to you, it will be for nothing. Run away, Master Karl!

Gilberto picked it up riding a flashing curl.

"No, not yesterday's today. Apparently, I'll see you soon."

Ignaerts pulled out the sword. Those eyes were burning in revenge for the enemy who would have killed his best friend. If that's all there is to it, it's no problem. All you have to do is die.

"I'll take care of Carl. I lead the way here."

Rin and ridden Hilda stood in front of a bunch of wolves. The sign was a storm, and I was trying to be as strong as I could to protect what was important.

"No! You can't..."

"Bakar, you can't have personal feelings now. You're our general."

helpless. It no longer makes any sense, such as thinking.

"You're right, young lady. So, never miss it!

And it was the Black Wolf, its leader, Wolf Gank Strider, who came down to slip from the wall side, a cliff-like slope. That stood down in front of Gilberto. In other words, it is also in front of Carl. The form of the assault...

"Hey, it's been the first King's meeting to face each other like this. As usual, it's a shitty face. But don't worry, I don't underestimate you anymore. I'm fast."

It was the same with Wolfe who followed me through the night, but I didn't expect to be caught up at this hour, minus the horse's leg. Impossible speed, horse handling, eye power that finds the shortest and fastest path to break through it. I came all the way here to maintain the speed at which the horse could run. I left something behind that handles horses poorly. There is therefore a Wolf here. A black mercenary regiment has a strong Nederks army. This circumstance, in part,

- You're strong.

It was packed. Amber drips from the edge of Wolfe's mouth. Desire drips from canine teeth. The wolf was hungry. Enjoyed this far, good enemy, eating this and flying further.

"Don't worry, I'm here. This situation gives me the advantage."

The shape of an indefinite one-strike. Gilberto's breathing shows calm. Before you go in...

"Damn, he's a baker."

Gilberto's cheek ripped. Silver flashes passing intact, Wolfe caught it all the time. On that ray, Nika threw the knife. Wolf's hand holds a knife.

"I'm sorry, but I can't afford this one. I won't let you take a ride. I'll do everything I can to jam you when you're about to come in. A bow, an arrow, a knife, if you don't concentrate, you're not that far away."

There was no anti-gilbert.

"All armies, no pity whatsoever. Don't be alarmed for a moment. The hatred that has afflicted us so far, hit us with respect and with all your might. All units, attack!

It was a total annihilation. I removed the last room yesterday's scratch left for them. That's also room for the other person. I take pity on you and make you a prisoner, that's not the idea that comes to mind. Kill them all. The head was completely monochromatic of it.

"Kill him!

Intention to kill pushing over. Ignats and Hilda manage to wield their blades in an attempt to push them away, but they lose momentum and get pulled out. A broken war, lost hope army is brittle. The curls, who until yesterday showed the stickiness of the threat, are easily ravaged.

"Sound! Whatever, make a noise anyway! Don't give up till the end! There's still hope! Loud enough to reach Browstat! Call for hope!

Carl's scream sounds empty. Still, his men believe it and beat their shields to the point of death. Shout out loud. Anyway, I followed Carl's life and made a loud noise.

"I don't think so. There must be something to make you do it. Even if it is one in all. I don't laugh. Until I crush that hope."

Wolf's will to fight is exalted. A black wolf stripped his fangs. Gilberto throws out a curl and sets up a sword. Clear the way at all costs. Even if the concentration cannot continue, the situation is one-sided. Fight with a little bit of your strength. Let's see if we can find a way out.

"Come, Descendants of Kensei!

"Come, come!

Gilberto penetration, bows and arrows that can be shot to match. Carl stood in the form of a whisper over the ray. Set up a shield and show the utmost intent.

"Awwwwwwwwwwwww!

Carl screamed as much as he wanted. A pale voice roars.

"Fuck you, Je! You're gonna die, you're gonna die! I have to live for him, too!

Ignaerts also shows another battle of lion excitement. Fighting that doesn't make your horse riding opponent feel disadvantaged is just experience. The life force that has survived a superior horseback rider is not Dada.

"You, get out of my way!

Hilda advanced the horse toward Nika. Because Nika, who performs medium to near range versatility, is the most troublesome thing, and if we hold this place down, we thought Gilberto could use some power. Of course, there are obstacles. Ulysses and Anatole.

"We can't go through here."

Both swords and spears arrive in Hilda at the same time as Ulysses' words. The spear shrugs, the sword slashes the opponent inevitably. Hilda moving forward ready to strike a match.

"You can't do that. Master Carl will grieve."

It was Ignaerts who teased Nederks' horse and took Ulysses' sword on the ride. It is a movement of value thousand gold. It was both inherently large and open to strength, but only for this moment did Ignaerts excel. The non-interventional power battle of technology, pushing it back precisely willingly.

"Die, Ship!

Hilda's sword runs. Anatol resented his far-fetched self. Narrow horizons at the battlefield are my challenge. After all, he ended his life insurmountable.

"Lend me one. Your generation is fine with fine swords."

Flying in at high speeds is Nika's favorite sword. It was the sword guard of my left hand. It distracts the hit orbit from Hilda's sword. That cut the sky. Each other's empty shapes.

"I'm watching Gilberto, so I can't afford that. Take care of yourself. What are you gonna do when you lose a long shot to a sword opponent on a ride? Out of business, Cry Spear."

Anatol burns up at the instigation of Nika. He cleverly speared with his arms and turned to Hilda again. Is your strength better than your best friend, slightly Anatole?

"Gu, you're a pain in the ass."

"Ugh, little one! I respect older people!

"There is no sardine that says" Chibi "!

Ignaz manages to eat down. Ulysses has a lot of strength. But the training ground that has been crossed goes up in armaments to Ignaz. Use any means to survive. In a nutshell, Ignaz was stopping Yingjie's eggs by himself.

"You're starting to look good. This feels like a battlefield."

Wolf overwhelming Gilberto. Even subtracting the fact that he wasn't out of strength, Wolfe was too strong. It also looks more powerful than this previous hit.

"I can win, I won't let you get away with it today."

A swarm of overwhelming wolves. Carl and the others no longer had the means to resist. I cut everything off and came all the way here. It was this despair that left all my men, friends, perseverance and humanity behind. Carl screams. I'm trying to put an end to this despair.

I did everything I could. After that, we just wait for Heavenly Fate.