Tower of Karma

White and red driving through the woods. It was fast and intense, showing some high and low differences and other runs that were not even objects. The treatment of horses is in the form of armaments to Apollonia, which has played since childhood, and small moves such as bows to William in the form of armaments. The look on Apollonia's face chasing William was always bright.

Well, how do you cook?

First-hand arrows, more than I removed at the time of my special attack, just shoot them and they'll dodge them. The arrow has secured enough for the barrel that the horse is equipped with. I could afford to subtract the amount of restraint.

Apollonia also soars and shrinks its distance while thinking about it.

(Not until I've finished my fast legged horse. Whatever you do)

The fundamental horse's leg, we can't shake it off unless we do something about the difference first.

You got your thoughts together. William switches directions rapidly. Apollonia will come to you one by one. The results were heavily clogged by the distance William had retained. It is a huge loss. Securely Apollonia is capturing the opponent and will not miss it.

"What do you have in mind? Show me!

Apollonia sensed signs of measures. I didn't see anything. I was able to detect the man because of his trust that there was no way he could lose money for free.

It's not as big a deal as it sounds.

Almost six carriages at a distance. The moment I was squarely stuck behind me,

"It's like a prank"

William grabbed hold of the uppermost branch and twirled half way around, leading the arrow that was in his mouth with its flow to the bow, another quarter, the difference between the six carriages that had disappeared in between, just above Apollonia, William had a bow. Too brilliant a light industry. Apollonia doesn't even have time to be surprised.

"Die."

The aim is horses. Apollonia alone can prevent it, but not in Apollonia, a rider, until it protects the whole body of the horse. If you just scrape your legs, you don't have to kill them. Shooting an arrow in the ass would make no difference in the foot.

"Haha!

The arrow inside, still a monster named Apollonia, responds. As soon as William released the arrow, Apollonia kicked her own horse's belly with all her might. The horse falls to the sidelines, sprinkled with covetousness at the unlikely power of the signal to hurry.

"What!?

The arrow was released. There's nobody there. Apollonia was hitting the other side, or tree trunk, with a recoil that kicked the horse. No, I didn't bump into him, I kicked him in there again, and I jumped right in front of William to show him.

"I caught up!

Smiling Apollonia waves her sword at an unimaginable rate from that shitty look. The aim is not William's neck, but his belly, which is coming to kill with hateful certainty. It's just that the intention saved William.

"Here, of, the monster!

William chose to kick in the branches and fall directly below. Signs of being turned down immediately and if you don't kick as much as you want. In fact, the moment the soles of the feet passed, the Apollonia sword passed the spot. Apollonia grins deeper.

Take firm passivity and flip instantly at the moment when you're about to be pounded to the ground with momentum as it is. Bow on the ground and aim for Apollonia. Apollonia is on the branch where William was earlier. Without hesitation William releases an arrow.

"Which is the monster!

Apollonia jumps onto the trunk of the tree and leaps straight around the arrow, using the momentum to jump into William's eyes. William's second shot, which I had already read about. Apollonia crushed an arrow flying in the air with a sword.

"I'm sure it's up to Temeye!

William threw down his bow and did his hand on the sword that was resting on his sheath.

The moment Apollonia landed, she aimed at the Queen's neck at the overspeed abode she had taken from Ferrin. But this has already been shown to her during the King's Council, albeit incompletely. Apollonia was surprised by the speed, but he used the same hand that William had torn to try to break it. It takes a little distance between the two after a couple of onslaught that follows.

Neither of them had dived this many dead lines and were not disturbed one breath at a time. In the instant offense, a world where it's not strange which is dead, the two of them were flat out enjoying themselves.

"Was Apollo in the way? She's gone."

We both lost horses. Technically, we're both standing by.

"Ha, I don't like it. I thought I'd just do the horse thing."

William's atmosphere changes further. It had been sharpened earlier. But the distorted appearance, the congested eyes, the atmosphere tells. That from here is the true White Knight.

"We can't show this to Mr. Garias. I really don't like it."

"You finally saw just me. That's good! Just me, so..."

Apollonia's mouth stopped perfectly. It's like a frog stared at by a snake.

"Pippy, don't whimper, little girl. You're gonna want to kill me by mistake!

Apollonia's enthusiasm is swallowed up in vain. Huge amounts of heat are lost, which should have shined brightly. "Ha," William's exhale revealed an unlikely white tongue this season. Absolute zero degree atmosphere. The white king reigns at the top of the tower of business that his body supports.

"The play is over. I'll treat you before the babysitter catches up. A sword can win, did you think so?

The White King deepens his grin. It's like you're laughing.

"I don't know... I don't know the pain, kid. Then I'm not ready to throw it away, sweetheart. Bye."

Apollonia, nevertheless, made a laugh with her guts. Fear is growing more than willingness to challenge. I held down that instinct and turned to the White King.

"Let me see. I'll see if he's not a vanity or if he deserves to be a new star."

Apollonia knows the true value of William, the White King.

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Medraut was laying defensive formations on the prevailing second hill. A white knight would definitely hit me with some kind of hand. The figure of Lütes, the key to the offense, has also disappeared since he struck out beside the army in this day's battle. Somewhere, when there was always obstruction, I carried it here with increased vigilance to the point where it was useless. The result is a big win almost intact.

The rest is only one hill protected by Eurydice. And this is the same as it already fell.

(Did you win in the Yale region? Or just let me win?)

A victory in the Yale region would greatly stimulate Gallias. All the power of the superpowers will strike ahead. Arkland now lacks the power to engage alone. It's not enough, the amount is overwhelming.

"I won't let the princess touch a finger, even if the king's left and right come."

Baylin had already looked ahead. As is the case with so many of us on this occasion.

I won this battlefield even if I had any thoughts. Yes, I thought so.

"Sir Medraut, there is a shadow in the woods of the East. It could be the enemy ambush."

From here, they know.

"But I can't break this formation. The victory won't waver."

Everything...

"I'm coming out! All units, prepare to engage! Archers, forward!

The White Knight's...

"... that's stupid. Impossible."

"Yu, untie the bowman! Allies!"

That it was on the palm of my hand.

"Forgive me, Sir Medraut. It's my fault."

A wounded Tristrum and an army of full-blown creation appeared. We are all exhausted, and the victory until yesterday seems to be a lie. Too tragic a sight, from which Medraut approached a thin truth that had distracted him. I approached him and shook my head.

"Sir Tristrum. What happened? I know I'm tired, but I want to deal with it immediately. Explain, please."

"Whatever. I'll exchange as many words as I can understand."

The answer floating behind Medraut's brain. If that is true - we have already confirmed our loss in the Yale region.

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At war, Lütes' troops have been aiming and penetrating the moment the formation stretched on the Arkland side. The golden pattern of Garias that has been done many times on this battlefield. Lütes of "The Wind," he fought in a way that tormented his troops. This blow was expected.

"The favorite of odd tactics is always set as a positive attack."

But stopping to take it is foolishness and medlaut to ignore. Lütes' troops are both aggressive and footy. But not so many. It is the kettle that the opponent thinks that splits the disturbing footprint with an ambush. Proceed slowly and steadily.

Besides, Apollonia is leaving today. There can be no shaking to this extent more than the one hand that determines the battle is holding back. The existence of spiritual pillars transforms the army so much.

Lütes' ambush is alarming at all times. But that's all you need. You don't have to bother to get caught up in the mess. I am punished until yesterday.

"Come anytime. We can't shake anymore."

Aim is the second hill, the position we originally erected. There's the White Knight. At least that's what Apollonia is sure of. Proceed, the victory is now...

From here, Apollonia stormed and slashed the enemy formation, and the Garias army collapsed in total with the signal of withdrawal. From there we secured a solid formation, consolidated our defenses and waited for our Lord to return. With victory.

So far is the recognition of Medraut.

And from here was the recognition of those who were attacking the first hill of Tristrum.

Tristram's army was hunting down Eurydice and tightening the siege on the enemy formation. From time to time, both armies had lost their temper, even though there was a response with a bow, full of unheeded battles. You can win anyway, you lose anyway. Something similar to fatigue was wrapping up the battlefield.

(Perhaps Garias is waiting for reinforcements. I'm only corrupt about prolonging the battle. The opponent rots but on the king's left foot, the Eurydice of 'Rapid Thunder'. You can't win if you're pulled back. This battle, the division will be that way)

One hill is surrounded by disappointment. A formation that also provides some flat space on the back and can handle surprise raids. You can't win but you can't lose. In that situation...

"Master Eurydice! Look over there!

"Oh, what's the matter, hurry up. You even wore reinforcements...... alas?

I saw a flickering flag behind Tristram and the others, behind the woods. The angle you can see because it's on the hill, and the movement so natural and hidden that you can barely even see it from here.

"You want me to move? You say that, sweet Lutes."

If you're Eurydice, if you're one of its men, you don't miss it, little signal. If it's the king's left or right, the other side that's two legs and a 'disease thunderstorm', it's harder to miss. That's what he seemed to say.

"Busy. But I'll forgive you."

Eurydice takes on his favorite bow, Keraunos, and prepares for battle.

That happened almost simultaneously. In Tristram's perception, Eurydice first appeared following a private soldier and Garias' most aggressive force, the Bow Cavalry. They move when they have never done anything to aggressively attack a draw before.

I'm not surprised by that, Tristrum. Rather, the movement made him realize that there was something himself, so much so that he turned around. And he witnesses.

"That's just what I noticed. But it's still too late, not with the" wind. "

Back flat, safety margin that should have been left empty. Even when attacked, he could turn around and afford to solidify his well-guarded posture. Yes, there was.

"Yes, yes, yes, Master Lütes of 'Disease' is coming through! Clear the way or die!

The unit was too fast. Mobility that has run endlessly around the battlefield so far. Until yesterday, the twisting movement was too complicated to even weigh down the Medraut that was confronting me. Yes, their pinnacle is only exerted in these straight lines.

"Oops!

Garias' fastest horseback riding squad poked Tristrum's army, its back. The safety margin I was taking, step through it in a flash. Behind you is the fastest, and on the front...

"Watch out for thunder when the wind of Gallias blows. It's too much diffusion."

Garias' strongest attack power has arrived. mobile turrets, so much so that I had to describe them, that their equestrian and bowing skills were outstanding. Archery on horseback that can only be performed by trained soldiers. The technique needed to be repaired in order to get under Eurydice.

Death falls from heaven. Infantry rarely hits enemies in the Safe Zone while avoiding Archers at a rate they can't catch up with. Weak if eaten, but ruinous on a battlefield that can move to an advantage. I can't get my hands on it when I have someone to create me an advantage.

Behind you, Lütes is rampaging around. If you eat it in the fastest assault, you'll already be in Lütes' private stadium. The spear twists up and strikes down the enemy. Lütes' troops are equestrian and martial arts, and if these two are not exceptional, they cannot be allowed in. I used to have a condition for this limited to women, but it just became a feather for people not to get together and retreat. I don't care.

Eurydice comes from the outside, Lütes comes from the inside, and he can no longer wiggle his hands around the enemy army. Tristram desperately responded with a bow, but not only Eurydice's army, but Lütes's troops also knew how to deal with the bow. A naturally worn shield burned the bowman's hand as he carried out a joint operation with Tristram and a mutual bowman.

"No way, overshadowing that situation? The apex of Garias, the left and right of the king."

I used to fight well on the same battlefield. There were also many battlefields with overlapping bows and spears. Hence the 'disease thunder'. But at the same time as Eurydice, who was the superior officer, Lütes also gained merit and rose to the top. They stood less on the battlefield side by side and often fought apart, even on the same battlefield, as they had until yesterday.

The same status broke them up.

"This is the current wind thunderstorm, more than rumors."

Wind and thunder, they finally know what it means to have two legs together.