Tower of Karma

It was a harsh pursuit. The White Knight and the Black Wolf King face each other and chase them from behind with all their might. Tear apart the stone-dropping that you left behind as your lord, and aim for just one point, the neck of their general, Lydiane. Strike down the tree itself that you can see before the fruit in front of you.

It doesn't matter if you're an oligarchy. If you make it easier, if you don't let it take a breather, even a handful of assaults produce tremendous effects. The throwing stone will be dealt by a subsequent infantry. You just have to kick it right. Anyway, keep aiming forward, forward, and neck.

"I see you."

Besides, William has long-distance flying tools. The pressure on the side being pursued will jump at once. Always pay attention behind your back, and if you show a gap as you do now, you will be struck with an arrow without determination.

Lydiane's side receives it with a shield. repeated actions from earlier. The arrow then pierces the wooden shield, pierces the arm with the shield, and stops it in front of him. Yes, the white knight's arrow pierces the shield as well. This proximity was prevented thanks to the earlier 'failure' to live and tear his arms, but one hand was rendered dysfunctional and unable to work properly in battle.

"Huh!"

Look at that. Lutes and the others cover tightly. Don't let the rays appear. This succeeds in sealing the main force on the spot. The current arrow made it possible to stick without releasing the arrow. That alone produces too much effect.

Now I can turn it around even more.

Wolfe also ravages Garias with another obstinate offense. Nearly impossible, such as fighting the Black Wolf King while turning his back. In fact, the Lancelos, who had crossed swords until earlier, had made every effort to escape. If you fight now, you will surely lose. If we don't survive until the time comes, there will be no one to stop us.

The problem is...

"Olaola, what's wrong? I'm still fine, Ola!

Whether or not the soldiers of Galias remain by the time the time comes.

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Pursuit that lasted until the sun went down. The Garias army was finally able to breathe through it. Take a rest like this and escape into a city not so far from here from leaving early in the morning. It is by no means a warlike creation, but it is better than not a thin protection. Besides, what is needed is not the strength of the earth's interests or fortifications. All we have to do is get together again and be a base to point in the same direction.

No matter how much it has decreased, the wear and tear in one day is known. If all the armies are assembled, there must be enough power to defeat them. The problem is that we are not currently gathering. It's just that. Regardless, that's where Arcadia is also heavily aware.

"We're sorry we're in a meeting! Arcadia has launched a night raid!

Lydiane and the others cease to believe.

"... that's it, you do it"

Never make it easier. Even if I can't, or make it, I won't give you time to breathe.

"Dear Lydiane. They used the fire arrow to get this horse."

The beast on fire goes wild. It doesn't matter, even if it's a lovely animal of trained temperament. Even humans go around. There was no way the horse could stand being swallowed by the flames.

A bunch of people were jumping at me trying to hold down a rampaging horse. The hour of rest was instantly replaced by a noisy battlefield.

Lydiane saw. In the distance, you must have come to see how the white knight was illuminated by the bonfire. Like when I shot an arrow at myself, I watched Garias burn in peace itself. Lydiane can roar. I couldn't help yelling.

"You're loose!

As yet, hell has just begun.

In the end, Arcadia's attacks continued until about dawn this evening. Sporadically, they attack me when I think I'm done. He storms the night camp with a handful of horseback riding squadrons and finally strikes as he steps on the belly of those who have fallen asleep. Rather than attacking, it sounds copper, and the threat of sound alone can also be a fine attack in this situation.

Do it thoroughly. As its proclamation suggests, there was not even a moment of peace in Garias.

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This advance was not easy for the Arcadia army either. It's a fact that I was attacking you all night, even though you took turns resting. Besides, the next day is just like the previous day, so it doesn't accumulate because you attack and crush it with all your might. Fatigue begins to outgrow exhilaration.

Still, there's only one reason why you can't loosen your attacker.

"Don't loosen it."

A voice that punches the ear short. It's not so loud, but it's getting into my ear. Hilarious, lukewarm, and rooted fears push in.

Yes, it was their fear of the Absolute, the White Knight, who poked and moved the Arcadia army. The Savior who even took Galias in his hand and gave them victory. But that thorough way makes people fear. If it flips down on me, I think about it.

William made it even more thorough, knowing very well that it would happen. I've decided to push my back with fear for this moment of battle. Even so, sheep don't move. I can't let a sheep force me. Even use fear to manipulate a sheep called a soldier.

"Hey, kids. It's not like we're gonna get away with this."

"It's booze, booze, not enough booze to cheer you up."

Energetic black mercenary regiment royal line. They were better than the regular Arcadia soldiers who took turns resting, honking bronze throughout the night and drinking around it. Valhall, there are only the finest of them all.

"Damn, you can lose!

Daily fighting and all night long, Claude excites herself in a situation where it is no excuse whatsoever. In fact, white knights, black wolf kings, white bears, etc. with different digits of experience are flat out offensive. It can't be tough, but I don't even give it a bite. I can't throw up weak noises or anything inside of them fighting, and I don't feel like throwing up. Kara, it's better than not feeling well.

"Mm, don't let Heiko hang out a dozen years ago. And don't come out before me."

"Uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh. I'm in front of you!

"... it's just a slow growing season"

"Ah!? Did I say something?

"Cine, Cunt, Garbage"

Compensation for abusive gossip. Wolfe, watching it in the distance, was slightly laughing "ho ho ho". William looks disgusted and sees it, which happens to be in the form of a side-by-side attack. Several necks dangled as Wolfe twirled and turned around.

"Give me that."

What Wolf points to is two new sharps who keep fighting while arguing.

"You think I'll do it?

I don't think so.

White Knight and Black Wolf King. Two monsters arrive in line and push in. Two giant stars no longer stopped by anyone, the elephant elephant before its march is the same as dust.

"But, you know, I think that kid shines better at mine than he does at Temeer's, right? Just lend it to me. I'll work out and give it back!

"Which one's the kid?

"It's up to the man, isn't it? You don't have to tell me."

"Hmm... let's think about it"

Even as William, I'm not willing to give him Claude, one of my secrets. But it makes sense that it's only under Wolf that it shines. The top you should aim for as Claude's qualities would be closer to the Black Wolf, not yourself. The experience gained from fighting together can be immeasurable.

"Um, are you suppressing 'is' ahead of you?

"Quite. I'm not gonna make it any easier."

"Ho. Let's hope so."

That's what Wolfe said and jumped into another herd. Blood winds, meat scatters. It is a kind of disaster when it is no longer on that level.

('Ha' over there, huh? I see that's what the 'main team' pointed to)

William updates the picture of the battlefield he was drawing in his head. What we need to do now is keep up the pressure. Reducing the number of people is not so important. Keep up the pressure, and still they have the hope of a 'city'. Current situation.

I can't break it now. You can't break a man's heart as long as you have hope. The more extreme the distress, the greater the lamp of hope becomes. Pressure is the essence to make that light bigger and more prominent.

It takes a lot of work to break it.

William also sprinkles war fire to keep pressure on him again. Apart from the immediate purpose, it will surely be useful in the future to engrave your own threats. People are vulnerable to authority, status, and what is supposedly so. Deepening your impression as a strong man is one of the aims of looking at the big picture.

"The incredible hand I hit then. The time has come... to know what it means."

William remembers.

There it was on a small plate. The only little black star I've had in the last seven years, with the exception of a man who has been winning and winning a battle with Angelm, even with little to no loss in his lifetime. I just lost once out of pointing at dozens or hundreds. But that defeat further increased the completion of the White Knight.

Somewhere in my mind I had thought at least a little bit about the big picture, never losing in the breadth and depth of my horizons, etc. That day's defeat overshadowed it. He sneered at me for being a fool.

"Yay! I beat your brother!

The cause of defeat was a pawn that should have been floating. With a large, untied pawn floating. At first I thought it was a bad idea. She often refers to hands like that. The habit of pointing away from the handful, the bad hand, the good hand, the fixed mark. I went out to the bad guys today, that's what I thought.

But when I realized it, that one hand meant a lot. Bad hands turned into good hands. No, they were pointing at the best they could not see. I wasn't being an idiot. Simple power differences, not missed, if you are one hand beyond your own scope of study and research.

She was definitely stronger than herself in that fight.

William found out. Even on such a small board, it's still overflowing with unseen things. Although it is considered the best hand, no one knows how much is the real best hand. That's why it's funny. That's why it's drilled and worth it.

Only one black star lifted the supposedly completed White Knight up another step.

That's why I was able to let go of that hand.

The best thing for you is for your enemies.

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Become a hand in despair.

"Oh, oh, no, that's a lie"

The sound of Galias' heart crushing. Bloated hopes began, and all that remained was the reality of despair. Even Lydiane couldn't work her head off, and that one hand struck through Garias' heart so intensely.

Hope for Garias, the closest 'city' to Malburg. I was supposed to rebuild my posture here. We were supposed to move from here to counterattack. Gather around and regain your pride again. It was supposed to be a base for that.

The 'city' had the Arcadia flag raised. At its center is Gregor von Thunder. Arcadia's leading samurai, known as "The Ghost of War," quietly stands Jen Wang. It was also conceived that if the cohort were to protect, it would be insane to reclaim it to death, but in Gregor opponents it is difficult to drop it before the enemy behind it arrives.

Moreover, another flag was raised with the Arcadia flag. It also accelerates despair. Its flag is the Black Wolf Flag, and it is the turn of the Wolf King to fly it. Deputy Commander Nika, it was that person.

Two thousand horseback riders led by Gregor and five thousand infantry led by Nika. Arcadia's hands overlapped with Valhall's favorites and turned into his best.

The greater the lamp of hope, the greater the damage when it is taken away.

"The White Knight is coming. Huh!?

"Neither is the Black Wolf King!

"Run!"

"Where are you running away from?!?

Strong and loyal, a good army is just a bunch of people if you peel it off. If you fold him, the people of Uyghur. The faint remaining loyalties and dominance disappeared completely. White knights and black wolf kings chasing from behind, white bears. Before that, the warriors refrain.

"... you broke it"

By the time William saw the sight, chaos was spreading wildly with Garias soldiers fleeing in a very fragmented direction and generals desperately trying to lead it. All you have to do is poke him lightly. That's all.

Because broken they collapse to scatter spider children.