Tower of Karma

The first to collapse was surprisingly this man.

"Oh, Taylor, Mamoru..."

"Give it up, Temeer's opponent is this me. On the battlefield, someone like Temeer..."

Wolfe, who descends on his own horse, attacks Gilberto, who has fallen under pressure from a sword meeting. The healthy legs that fill the distance in an instant and the crushing force that crushes the opponent at once, the combined protrusion crushes Gilberto's bones for some time, causing him to spit out without any extra air in his lungs. At the same time the scattered puke and blood were telling the story of its destructive power.

"- This is what happens if you do. Incomplete, Kensei-kun."

I didn't even give it while I was concentrating. There was no gap to get in.

Wolfe crushed Gilberto instead of slashing him. Gilberto slammed against the wall slowly falls to the ground. Seek air as if you forgot how to breathe and throw up, and take your gaze off Gilberto, who is keeping his mouth shut.

And Wolfe looked at Carl setting up his shield screaming.

"You didn't have one in case. Carl von Taylor"

Wolfe then turned his eyes to the whole battlefield.

Arcadia troops collapse all at once at the border where Gilberto collapsed.

"Gu gaaaaaaaaaaaa!?

It was Ignaz who was showing his opponent a miracle-like struggle, but at last that equilibrium breaks away. The confronting Ulysses stared at it. I mean, it's not a Ulysses offense.

"Boosh newbie! This is war! And I'm a mercenary. Don't be so prestigious or chivalrous!

A black mercenary group ancient ginseng man broke the tendon of Ignaz's leg by following a gap between the two of them. Unimaginable pain strikes Ignaz. Ulysses could not wait for a man who tried to stab his enemies again. It is the man who is right on the battlefield. Ulysses, who was a child, had as much distinction as that.

"Me, which one is it!?

Ulysses could not forget the man's death. The red sword stretching out of a man's back, using it was the Ignaz, who was supposed to have his tendon cut and the pain of hell attacking him. I guess Ignaerts pushed it from there to the left of his power. The man's fallen tip, the face of a demon filled with blood, organs, and manure, was there.

"Hih!?

Ulysses gets stuck. A man who should be weaker than himself is making himself tremble. I can't help but be scared and scared of the weak who are dying and can't even stand.

Ulysses is reminded again. The horror of the battlefield, the fear of people.

The face of a demon who collapses without doing anything creeps away.

Hilda was also showing how the lion worked quickly again. He stands around against two people, Anatole and Nika. This was also a move beyond its limits, and the last fortress to protect Carl was exhausted. Anatole and Nika decide they can't beat each other, crushing the horse but still putting a blade on Carl's back.

"Hilda von Gardner? It firmly inherits the advantages of both extreme ancestors"

A neighbor, Anatole knew Caspar and his first generation, the glorious history of the 'storm'. It bears good inheritance to its ancestors, who are shields of the country and also generals of passion. I even think it's a shame to kill him because of that.

"Well I can't afford that. Let me wear it, descendant of the storm."

Anatole puts up a spear. Even above that, Nika's long stuff strikes. Hilda packs quietly. Still, I won't lower my sword. Even if pierced, one was always prepared to take him on the road.

"Now you're stuffed. Stay back, Anatole."

Wolfe stepped into Hilda's time unconstitutionally. Too accommodating, too inadvertently, Hilda waved her sword reflexively. Wolfe hit Hilda's wrist with a patterned ass along the way in the process of pulling the sword out with his backhand. Without even pulling out the sword, Wolfe overtakes Hilda. Hilda doesn't even feel like picking up the sword she dropped due to too much power difference.

"You've entertained me a lot. I'll get it over with, sparing you that hard work."

Wolfe pulls his sword against Carl. Its battle power difference is wolves and ravens. Carl was screaming too much and losing his voice. I can't even scratch my feet. A heartless wolf came to my attention.

"All of you, eat it and I move on. It was fun, Carl von Taylor."

Wolf waves up his sword. Carl kept his eyes wide open at least to see it through to the end. Even before his own death, Wolfe became just a little happy with the strength of being able to live Rin in this way. Woohoo, he said this man who cornered himself was still strong.

Yes - smile,

The sword that shook up, it smashed the arrow that flew across Wolfe's flank. Wolf smiles. I was grinning with regret.

"Wow, do you even have eyes next to this guy? Wait a minute, please. If they kill him, they'll kill me."

Wolf lays down his sword. The arrow has been unleashed by a lightly dressed unit that has been sneaking in without sound. Wolf had never seen a weapon in his hand, but he could tell by the atmosphere that it was the equivalent of a bow. That number fifty, not the number that cannot be ravaged.

"Where did these guys come from?

What's amazing is their movement. The thinness of their presence, which allows them to receive enemies without distraction, comes from the fact that they are all weak soldiers, weak people. A group that has extremed the movement of the weak. Even Arcadia is heterogeneously weak and strong.

A man like the commander of that unit moves forward. There is a grin on my face that makes people look small. It wasn't Wolf's favorite face.

"Uh, why don't we make a deal? Mr. Mountain Dog, you're quite generous.

I don't even like the voice. I hated the man in front of me, if I told him so.

"For a long time, don't look at me like shit. Is that William's hand?

Wolfe saw his biggest good enemy through them. The influence of a man who lacks talent and is strong is visible to them. Of course things are too different though.

"I wonder, how do I know? Exactly. I'm Yulian with the Arcadia II Army and the William Division under the direct authority of Bardias. For once this is happening. But I'm letting ten captains. Well, you're a convenience store, yes."

Wolfe made a laugh when he heard William's name.

"Anyone will know. On this path, which is neither the shortest road, nor the best route, a unit of lightly dressed footsteps can be turned off, an army of heavily armed infantry cluttered behind, only Carl von Taylor and the guy who knows' me 'can be placed. I mean, the general of Temeer and the others."

Yulian laughs bitterly. So have we seen ourselves, but we can't hide our upset that we can afford it in this situation. At least there are fifty crossbowmen left by the White Knight in the soldiers you're showing them. A karaki set bow that everyone can handle, that weapon that smashes through the armor without the need for any special force, said Crossbow. Laughing softly in a situation where fifty crossbows are directed is off track. Well, the opponent is a monster that crushes that crossbow unintentionally.

"Is Strakles Garias? Hit me in the fucking hand."

"Is that the prospect? I knew it was halfway there. We look like normal people. The world is different."

There was no will on Wolfe's part. Carl drops his hips when he sees him. I lost my strength. Hilda also kneels. All the other surviving soldiers threw all their thoughts and fell to the ground.

"Where is he? You're not pulling on a browstat, are you?

Yulian grinned superbly and fingered. In that direction...

"I knew it. You're such an asshole, you tenacious greedy bastard."

It was where the Wolves were supposed to have the slow-footed Nederks squad that they had left. Wolves fast legged cavalry following Carl on the shortest route to another. And the shortest route forward slowly, Carl. The main unit that was going to rendezvous after the destruction, where it would exist, is that he, William, is there. I mean, it's...

"I have to go back. I don't know how many gestures you're leading, but I guess there's a better chance you can win than that guy leads. What do we do, Captain?"

Anatole presses Wolfe to make a decision. Neighbor Nika hasn't swallowed well.

"What if I told you Carl and the others would kill, by the way?

"So - that's troublesome. Mr. William's orders are to secure Mr. Carl and Mr. Gilberto. You can do whatever else you want."

I'm not here.

Hilda's inner heart is not calm. I understood again that I still couldn't like it.

"I don't know why I'm pulling my hand."

"There's a white bear up there behind us."

Wolfe glanced over the wall. There is a bright white flag, and a maiden with it looks down upon Wolfe. That's not the problem. Wolf does his gaze elsewhere. Different horseshoes, iron sounds and thicknesses can be heard if the ears are clear. Obviously, Wolfe decided that there were not enough gestures to deal with this.

"After that, Master Hilda better not get his hands on it either. Master William won't say anything, because it's like anyone coming from behind has come to protect Master Hilda."

Anatole puts on his face. I guess I had an idea. to lead the main force waiting ahead. Presence to protect Gardner, then there is only one.

"We don't imitate shooting from behind, either. Please, this is where I hit you."

Julian bowed his head. It's an extraordinary attitude, but this is the only calculation I can make, and I can't help it. There was regret that the situation, the atmosphere, was created. Decision-hitting is luck, but it was the strength of the two that drew it. Just for a little while, Wolfe smiles ill will try to play.

"I knew there was no reason to pull my hand. You're a little off the hook, aren't you? Before I arrive, I think I can eat the curls in front of me or something... what do you think? William's Dog."

Wolfe's questioning was ill-intentioned. In fact, there is a bad nature where it can move. The choice is not nasty. Of course, if you stick to Carl and the others, it will take the form of being sandwiched by William, who is the main force on the front and behind it. Well, that's kind of stuffed.

Wolfe doesn't take risks here. I just lost a pawn earlier that I didn't otherwise need to cut. Of the twelve who survived, eleven remain. This is a place to work, but not an important battlefield to the point. I am willing to leave from the beginning, this is a question of play.

"I will kill you even if we die then. We don't want to die. But it's more important for William to be disappointed than to die."

Julian, and there was no shaking in the eyes of the soldiers behind him. Wolfe learns the strength of William's made army. Tie the weak with charisma and fear. They have no thought. Only absolute worship is there. William's words are heavier than death. Unlike the loyalty of the strong, worship, which makes good use of the dependent constitution of the weak, may in some ways be stiffer than iron loyalty.

The question meant something. Thanks to you, I found out a part of William.

"Scary. Scary. I see. If you're ready to get there, you deserve a good reason to pull it off. Retreat, you guys!

Wolfe gave his men a signal to retreat.

"Thank you. And here's a message from our boss. If you're still going to attack me, I'm the target. I'll pay back the debt on that hill as soon as I can."

Wolfe was willing to spit on William's good face speaking through Julian. The cause of this defeat was also conspicuous sweetness, but fundamentally only luck. As a result of the rendezvous, William won better. That's all. If the mountain didn't move, it would have been a battle Wolfe would have won. William never even came out in the first place.

"Is that all? Then..."

"One last thing, are you laughing now? Mr. Mountain Dog, let's do it."

Wolf lost his word to a word of hatred. William understood Wolfe more than Wolfe thought. I guess I knew Wolfe, I knew Carl, and I calculated the current situation. I'm not the only one who learned at that King's Council. William was observing again.

William knew he would struggle with Carl. Wolf didn't know. The difference is now, so there's no grin on Wolfe's face. It disappeared yesterday.

"It's not funny. Bogus. I got a message from you too. Tell them word for word. Convenience store. Carl was strong. But I've already learned the strength. And I understand Temeer better than Temeer thinks. The battle is because of this. Wash your neck and wait, white monkey. I'm strong."

Julian gave up early on remembering word for word. Decide on your heart to just tell you the requirements.

"Accepted. Wolf, Sa, Ma."

Probably Wolfe himself hasn't noticed either. Right now, Wolfe was sincerely enjoying this situation. It is distressed. Behind them are troops led by an unknown number of rivals, and in front of them by an army led by a mysterious general. Never an advantage. Rather unfavorable.

He's a monster of the same kind as Strakles.

Signs of unusually bulging. The atmosphere in which Wolfe wraps around changes. Carl, I didn't answer with the other guy. I did everything I could to get away with all my wisdom, even that many men were essentially ravenous. Not a good enemy. Only one man stands on the same horizon in Arcadia.

Strong, agile, and serious, the battle against each other is what Wolfe was looking for. To get it, Wolfe went down to Rudolph's military gate. vs. Arcadia, in search of that battle that I grew most. Not beyond that battle.

"We're going back, Temeye et al. Now make him hungry. Until the main dish."

Probably no 'stronger' general in Arcadia than this guy at the moment. Even Baldias would crush it if hit from the front. Running away was the only tactical goal, but Carl was therefore able to counter it. But I find out that was just a blessing for the situation.

A change in Wolfe's atmosphere was telling of a change in the war. The atmosphere of the Black Mercenary Corps changes, as does the Lord. Only of the predators hunting for their prey, and then of the warriors looking to fight in action.

This is where the real battle comes from.

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William felt the impending Wolfe atmosphere behind him. If you attack any more, you will be eaten behind your back. "The main unit" was left over there. Only this is an ambush personnel. I don't feel comfortable bumping into Wolf. Not so much a winnable factor.

"We're leaving, it's enough"

With one William order, the troops begin to fall. It is a victory, an overwhelmingly advantageous situation. Yet without complaining, and without any dissatisfaction, they took up the arrangement of retreat. This is William's core unit trained in the north, weak soldiers, so no gaps, no chronic hearts. And worship of William, who is absolute, made them one creature.

"Besides, is it reinforcements coming from the front? It's a good vibe, General."

Either way, there was no more. From behind, Wolfe, from the front, reinforcements sent by the main management of the Nederks, also the main force behind the Browstat attack. It's not even a fight.

William's troops quietly began their retreat. Without any hesitation, the quick, undisturbed retreat even made me feel a kind of aesthetic.

All that's left is...

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Miss Hilda, you're all right. You're safe.

It was William's small crowd and this man led the 'main unit' that saved the wounded Hildas. The man's name is...

"Rolf!? Why are you here?

Rolf of steel. He was the deputy general of the Arcadia Third Army, with short pruned black hair and a beard that was nicely cut together.

"There are a lot of circumstances involved. More explanations later."

Although Rolf was above rank, he intended to be loyal to the daughter of a man whom he had identified as the Lord. I serve Gardner with the will of the iron to lose Kaspar, the Lord, and still to be faithful. If Gardner is the shield of the country, then Rolf is Gardner's shield.

"Carl," Legion Leader, "no need to stay here any longer. We're pulling everyone together and pulling out immediately. It is a small group several times, but it has been ambushed. The Nedeluxe wolf is not the only handful. Too soon to appease."

Rolf's words had a few things to worry about. But now is not the time to ask. Carl gets up. His eyes, which were about to break, were even stronger and wrapped around the gravitational pull that drew his men. He's not dead yet. I'd rather...

"We're resuming all military retreats! Everything that's alive now will survive. This is my wish for all those who died today, yesterday. Browstat's just around the corner!

The soldiers, full of creativity, rose up to Karl's decree. It's like you're no longer just standing with your energy at the end of your roots. Lend your shoulders, support, and walk for anything you can't stand.

"Help him. They're heroes, even if they're not nobles."

Rolfs, with the help of the Third Army, Karl and the others resumed their retreat. There's nothing to block. Later it will only survive.

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By the time Wolfe reached the battlefield that William would have assaulted, there was already no shadow or shape of the enemy. What was left was the corpse of many allies, the Dead Mountain Blood River. Many of the things that survived were heartbreaking. I don't resist, I don't run away, I'm just frightened, I know how 'strong' my opponent is until he's trembling.

"This is awesome. It's a sight like I imagined."

Wolf walks a mark of defeat. Stand on a corpse that is still dying.

"Captain! White at the end of the hill... what the hell is he"

Groups to end. Anatole, Ulysses, and Nika are both out of line. The standing position of a man standing at the end of the hill, in the atmosphere surrounded by the man who looks down gently at the Wolves next to the flag.

"Good taste, white knight. I thought you'd show me your back, but you revealed it in grandeur. It's a fancy story."

Wolf hasn't lost again either. At the bottom of the earth, the face of a man standing in bloody wet dwelt the grin of a raptor. Again, this out-of-the-box atmosphere, those that were broken in despair, raises their gaze.

The two of them had gravity. They live to be drawn together and rebelled against. Born and raised, everything was two different people, but it was only common that they gained 'power'. The power to fight, to survive, to grow, to change the world.

"Do we go after him?

Anatole asks. But the face looked like it didn't want to.

"Say stupid. Follow me from this hour. Can you do that with a sight pad?

Time is sunset. White knight reflecting red sunlight. The shadow that its sunlight creates catches the black wolf. The two greet each other with a gaze. William and Wolfe laughed at the same time. Everything came through. That's all.

Both the struggle so far and the battle from here were understood by each other in the present impending.

"I'm lucky. I was able to taste the flavor of" The Ethereal Shield "in the comeback. And from here on out, it's so much fun. Accelerate, oh, extraordinarily. I can only see a future where I can be strong."

In previous battles, Wolf gained the certainty that he would accelerate even further in the coming battles. Of course William, a good enemy, would have gotten the same feeling. There is rapid growth ahead beyond this battle.

"Out of the question, we're going to be able to try fast."

At the end of Wolfe's gaze, there was a giant fierce sun, beyond the star William. It hasn't arrived yet. But get that trigger here. Enough. Wolfe was treading that it would be the right fight.