Tower of Karma

The Arcadia army set this' city 'as a night camp and finally gave the soldiers a complete rest. It is a reward for assaulting the back of Garias, who was flabbergasted by being deprived of his destination, and crushing them by the time they were completely skinless. William decides that it is now time for the totally broken army to be brittle, that the direction of escape is very fragmented, and that rest will not be a major problem if the head to follow holds tight in the direction of escape.

"Thank you for your hard work, Gregor. It was my best job."

"It just worked as instructed. I'm not doing a big deal."

It is also the venue for a meeting that brings together a hundred captains from the Legion Commander of the Arcadia Army, as well as executive classes from the Wolves and the Black Mercenaries. Though quite a few people have left because of the hurry, they would be doing well because they placed the Kevins behind them. It's fundamentally different from Garias' departure.

"Take this place around the eastern border, huh? Risky's got enough."

Wolfe knew why Gregor was here and was laughing a lot.

"I tell them when I attack. When the firehand came up from a different direction than Maalburg, that is, the firehand you were raising before you assaulted Maalburg was the signal. Besides, the city itself doesn't have a lot of defense, and it's easy to drop it."

"They'll drop you, too. Damn, what would you have done if we hadn't come in the first place?

"Of course we lost. A great defeat would have left his name as a fool in history."

William turned his attention to one man.

"Well, I left it to a good guy I could trust to do business with. I'm not really worried about that."

"... I'm afraid"

The man's name is Veerant von Arbel. He is an executive of the former Lewis Chamber of Commerce and the current Taylor Chamber of Commerce and a master of sales talks. I tend to ignore the details slightly, but I was a businessman full of momentum and vitality, even if I subtracted them.

With the exception of Einhardt, he had garnered respect from everyone as the best merchant of the Taylor Chamber of Commerce who would make a bi-perfection with Gigisvalt. Veerant of explosive power, Gigisvalt of steadily rising, both are a rare dish when it comes to making sales.

"Oh, this guy is a good guy. Be considerate and talk. Give me that."

"You. That's all. Of course the answer is no."

Veerant's task was to make him king of Valhall and move Wolf, the most powerful man in the world. Let the Taylor Chamber of Commerce temporarily have enough money to tilt and even the Taylor Chamber of Commerce goes to drop it. As you can see, we were able to hire Wolf and his core unit, the Black Mercenary Corps, plus five thousand infantry men led by Deputy Commander Nika.

"Uh, give it to me. Okay. Oh, you can have the other one."

"The other one? Oh, Gigisvalt? I can't do that either. Unchangeable talent."

"Ketchie."

"Sambalt, the capital of shipping and trade, is the mother, right? You just don't get it, we don't lose when it comes to merchant quality. You just don't get it."

"Hey, you're selling fights?

"I'm free to take it."

Arcadia generals tremble when they see both staring at each other. There only seemed to be a giant star-class monster in sight, and the sensitive ones couldn't stop sweating cold. The people at the time were just hanging out, and the faces I knew were smiling bitterly and watching it.

"Well, speaking of which, I don't see Gigisvalt."

"I went home first because he wouldn't be interested in the battlefield. I'm falling apart."

"Heh heh, well. You both had a big job. Just give me a tour on the battlefield."

"To the point of danger."

William looked over the whole thing with a bitter Veerant on his ass.

"Pack appointments after tomorrow. This is where it comes from. I won't tolerate cluelessness. Take the neck you can take. Take all the supplies you can take. Don't put your hands on them. We're still challengers, they're the superpower Garias. The opponent remembers his superiority and liver. Take it all away on top of that. If we win, we're the pinnacle!

Everyone was paying attention to the White Knight's differences on how to attack after tomorrow.

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"They said there were no enemy shadows around. You're finally getting comfortable."

Adan came before the fireworks, where a hundred generals gathered in a dark face. I don't even come across a bitter smile at the status quo with no ten people around Lydiane. A fabric stone that cannot be forbidden to attack and fight horribly harsh. I didn't think it was God or the devil we were fighting for, very much the same person.

"We need to put the soldiers to rest. They'll attack you harder after tomorrow."

"The generals are scattered, and morale is on the bottom. Then you can win and you can't win."

"Lütes, how can I say this to the status quo?

"But your sister."

There was more general wear and tear than soldiers. As a samurai, I couldn't win in a situation where I had to. The regrets of Loran and Lütes in particular are enormous. It is not their sole responsibility, but this situation should not have arisen had they been strong.

"How did the Black Wolf King get here in the first place? I saw it during the King's Council that we were close. If you were invited, well, if it makes sense, you'd join the fight. But there's no way."

Banjaman was thinking as he rubbed his chin beard. The time has come to ponder the raid of the Black Wolf King, the reason and the route he dared to ignore on the road he has desperately fled to this point.

"Didn't Mr. Yang betray you? Then you see, I can make my way."

Eurydice reacts perfectly to Loran's words.

"Through Arkland? It's impossible. At the same time, it can't be directly from Valhall. Gallias has all the means to communicate information in his country. It's impossible to dive through it and get here. Anyway, if it's just that horse riding squad, I put five thousand through it. Then I think it's not passing Garias. Therefore, Lord Yang is Shiro."

Eurydice relieved by Lydiane's analysis. Lütes was nimble when he saw how it was going. By the way, Adan was sniffing "Hum," but the discount.

"Then how did you get to Maalburg?

Ask as Boltose arms up. Lydiane scratched her head.

"I came through Arkland. However, from us it is not the main entrance that Jan guards, but the back gate, Darnubius, capital of the Water God. An iron-walled fortified city dropped by Arkland four years ago and later guarded by the 'Iron Maiden' Euphemia. I went out of there and reached this way through the old Ostberg. That's all I have as a route. The old Ostberg territory is shallow with it in hand. Means of transmission are limited, and as the White Knight pushes in as far as Maalburg, there's no choice but to have his gaze there. There will be as many gaps. It's my mistake. The two of us didn't even think about working together."

Lydiane scratches her head and no one can speak up. Who would have imagined cooperation between the two before this battle began? Who would have imagined this situation? I wasn't proud of it. I'm not unprepared. The opponent was too strong. The opponent was too close. I wouldn't be able to tell you to deal with this, etc., even if your mouth rips.

Because no one in this room could even imagine this situation.

"It's not the two of us. The three of us."

It was Galerius, king of Aquitania, the man who tore such silence.

"Hey. Five thousand soldiers were sent through their own territory. This is a big deal."

Yes, that's why Lydiane was distorting her face and scratching her hair from earlier. Who let Darnubius through, the worst that comes out when he thinks about it, everyone on this scene finally realizes the scenario of that despair. And I'm out of line.

"You mean Apollonia's coming into the war?

"I'm pretty sure I dictated Apollonia and let it go through. Then there can be plenty of possibilities. Above all, Her Majesty the war-loving queen. There's no reason not to go to war."

Galerius picks up the question that Adan spilled. The more I think about it, the deeper the despair. If you show up as far as Apollonia, that's not the only part of the old Ostberg territory. Garias' own country will be in a crisis of survival.

"No, not necessarily. Of course it's important to assume the worst, but if Apollonia is coming, they should attack at the same time. But it doesn't look like that in my own country. Arkland, Valhall, whichever one moves, the fire comes with it. You know it won't take two days to communicate. There is no fire. Then it's reasonable to assume that it hasn't moved yet"

Lydiane's thoughts also included aspirations. But it is also true that there is a certain rationale. It's hard to believe that Apollonia doesn't work because of her personality.

"Besides, for seven years, she has avoided a battlefield with the Black Wolf King on either side of the enemy. The more unnatural, huh? I don't know why, but I want to exclude and think. I don't know, because I can't think together if I don't exclude it. Today and we found out yesterday. Meaning the giant class will form. If this adds another one, you're done. I'm sorry, but let's pray to God here."

Everyone agreed with Lydiane's dry grin. Just move to Apollonia. I'm just sorry. Though Jan stands, he doesn't have enough power to prevent Arkland's total power. The same can be said of Lütes' deputy general, who protects Valhall. If you're seriously going to crush it, if you've moved at the same time with total force, there's no hitter on the Gallias side.

"Pray to God, huh? Will we, Garias, fall this far?"

"You shouldn't be stupid. Still in the middle of nowhere. Anyway, we need to pull the scattered army together a little bit and retreat. Uncohesive groups are only hunted. We need to change our minds. Superpower Garias, the ever-winning army, but what is now in front of us is a flock close to defeat. pathetic prey waiting to be hunted without cohesion and with instinct"

So humiliating, or everyone in this room thinks.

"We have to get it back so it doesn't. Gather together what Garias has piled up, the broken reason, the broken hold, and fight again. Garias is the strongest if hit from the front. You have to teach them that. The battlefield should stay out of the hands of heroes. I'm thinking the same thing."

I used to discuss heroes in conversations I had with William. That's why Lydiane knows. That this battle is not always a fun place for William. He would think that he is rather far from ideal.

This situation sucks. But the opponent is also throwing away his grip and coming towards him with all his might. I can never afford it. Sometimes a few things will change the state of the war. What to do to roll, that's the opposite of letting them move. Putting the army together anyway. And anywhere. Worst of all, I don't mind entering my own country. Fighting from the front with a cohesive army. Now we can win.

After tomorrow, Garias will see further hell. But there is hope of winning. The last winner is the winner. Now, let's take it spoiled. But Garias is the last one to win.

Yes, Lydiane was telling herself.

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Arcadia of Advancement. Crushing Gallias at a terrible rate had an impact not only on Gallias, but on the rest of the world. Recently, when it comes to the shape of a wedge into Garias, which was growing too high, the countries that were giggling gradually change their complexion as well. The victory in Maalburg, the Arcadia army that was thought to be this far, hired the Black Wolf King to show further advances. It is clearly overdone any more.

What ideas will countries have before advancing when the balance of power in the world could collapse at once? How does the world look at the strength of the White Knight and the Black Wolf King? Heavy earthquakes that no longer fit between Arcadia and Garias were swallowing the world.