Tower of Karma

Arcadia Army, which continues to fast advance. Anyway, after disturbing Lydiane's attitude toward her neck to the extreme, she was on the contrary committed to ignoring Lydiane and the others and scraping their hands and feet. Forward and first crush the stronghold to take the tip towards it, scattering and shredding the small flock with the possibility of rendezvous. It is logical to win, albeit locally, if you win by number.

"Ola, Ola! Let's go guns, you bastards!

"Alright!

During momentum, speed, power and aggression, the black mercenary regiment, combining everything needed, was raging around in the rampage. Who the hell can stop them from winning if they hit the same number, winning a complete double, and leading the Black Wolf King? A touch of armor cuffs, no longer its strength would be helpful to say Laurencia is the strongest.

"Don't fuck with me, kid!

"It's still Sancho, dude! Let him drink! He'll wake up."

Above all, their strength lay in their ability to succeed. You can fight without sleeping for three days as long as you give them booze. Then you can sleep for a day and fight for three more days. Anyway, it was a bunch of health audiences, reliable for the allies to fight unrelated in the morning or at night, and nothing but despair for the enemy.

It was Claude Lewis, who belongs to the Arcadia Army, who is exposed to harsh exhortation in it. Wolfe caught my eye, but lucky twinkle. He had forcibly taken it from William and incorporated it into his own army by calling it experiential enlistment.

'Just watch my back anyway. You've seen it. I'm not gonna show you the view. "

As I was saying, Claude was looking at a view he'd never seen. Win, win, keep winning enough to take a bath, and still seek victory only if it's not enough. Thirsty, hungry I forgot for a long time. I was surprised that the man who stuck it all up was carrying it together.

I'm rather hungrier than anyone else on this scene. So strong.

Claude was at the extreme of fatigue. But I didn't think it was a burden with wonder. Before I rest, I want victory. More, I want to keep winning. I was at the bottom of it, a victory to crawl up. Smells like mud I forgot about. The smell drifting from that back, Claude was noticing himself as intensely enchanted.

The White Knight also continued to attack the opponent's steeple precisely again. Inferior in speed and momentum. Crush enemy thoughts with unparalleled accuracy in terms of their accuracy. Certain levels of speed go hand in hand, of course, and I'm not less skilled as an army. But it was still heterogeneous to have so many victories. Because the man at the head of it is more heterogeneous than anyone else.

"Sürvia, be wary of the 'golden crown' raid that will come from behind both Gregor. Others are already close to the U.N. crowd, but the Golden Knights, led by him, should still retain a strong Garias. It's a bunch of wins and defeats. Don't look sweet."

Don't miss a concern on that either. Not to win, not to allow to lose, seeing the strength of the unwavering White Knight, the young Junying know where to go for it.

"Follow me."

They are fascinated by the power of their backs together.

If he wields the baton, he will be given victory. All you have to do is move like a conductor stick. The conductor understands more than everyone else. Give them the task of merit after scrutinizing everything about how far they can go and what they can do. Differences as if doing so will gain a solid sense of accomplishment and encourage growth. He was hitting enemy allies with disgusting accuracy.

Win again today. Drop the fort, crush the strongholds, attack the city and take away supplies. This is how war works. That's what the back said.

Fast forward didn't show where to stop.

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In Arcadia itself, he was being chased to organize information. The information that comes in every day is too different, and the situation is complicated by the exchange of front and back and the intersection of demas. Almost everything in it, however, was colored by victory. It reminds me of the flavors of many of the great victories, victories that Arcadia has long forgotten.

"William! William! William!"

Every day in Arkas, some kind of celebration was held to beat the hero William. The most popular of these is that they march screaming the name of a hero, and if they come together as a rally, the enthusiasm that just fills the largest square in Arkas swirls.

They totally remembered.

Taste the victory. I remembered the man who would give it to me.

"No more victories, Your Majesty."

Victory is sweet. Sweeter than any honey.

"It really pisses Garias off. If only, there is salvation. But if hunting down Galias has turned hostility from the world, there is no way to protect our country."

"I don't know what to say. It's Airhardt. Win when you can. Wasn't that your motto?

"It depends on the time and the circumstances. We have been dealing with Arkland and this time with Garias, starting with Nederks. What if they peel their fangs all at once? It's not an impossible story."

Airhardt denies his current victory. No, I was afraid of an overgoing victory, a breakdown in the balance of power. With this battle as an opportunity, the world will make a lot of moves. We can't just sharpen our enemies too strong as a step, and increase the likelihood that the spear will be directed.

There is a part of me that is profit. But even subtracting that desire awaits a terrible future at the end of this battle. That's how I got the impression. If you are the king of the Seven Kingdoms, you should not admit that you are at least just watching Arcadia leap, etc.

Airhardt was upright, his win-win drunk self speaking to his father.

However, public opinion is William's color, and it is difficult to act on it.

Arkas was shaking in a different way.

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The lead was always in Arcadia. A lead that I continued to resolutely attack and never gave away. But there's something about timing for everything. When it comes to offense, it's going to be hard to keep going. Its breath succession, and where it was, was the timing that Garias had been waiting for. While fleeing, shuddering, dying, taking great care not to take the king, the opportunity finally came.

"... that was helpful. You've been so helpful, Lord Paul."

The opportunity was created by

"No. It would be the result of Master Lydiane and the others sneezing off. Speaking of what I did, I just went away and was late. I'll scold you later."

Jean-Paul Yubo, formerly known as the King's Left Arm and known as the Golden Crown, is a famous general of Garias Kiri. The battle was, as of that time, a freakishly ingenious one, which, like Salomon, has left much to do with the Garias army today.

"Well, for being late, you've gathered a lot of strength."

Paul's main unit was moving towards this fort around the east side. It is not out of logic that Paul was able to arrive faster on a straight line to his destination than the troops proceeding with the battle. Although, of course, the premise is to run through the shortest possible.

And the faces of Paul's trusted Golden Knights tore, retrieving the scattered Garias soldiers inconspicuously, and joining them this way on the unknown route of Arcadia. This was the reason why we were equipped to fight. Regardless, it goes without saying that there is this state of affairs because Lydiane and the others have kept their minimum fighting power.

An opportunity to do everything in your power, to do the best you can.

"I can't believe Master Marie and Lord Daltanian... it's hard to believe"

"I can only believe it. We lost. Otherwise, why are we backing down here? As you know, this place is already in Garias' own country."

Yes, the sacrifice was huge. Marie, the Daltanians protected Lydiane from the arrows more than once before. Banjamann is also already impossible to continue the fight. Many ancient ginseng soldiers lined up for many years as a sidekick also lost. Young General, after so many sacrifices that counting is also a hundred million robberies, there is now.

Above all, this place is not already former Ostberg territory. Ground seized in the days of the Wu Kings and consolidated at the hands of the Innovation Kings. It was eaten into the original Garias territory. Overwhelming speed and force. If Paul's reading had been any sweeter, there would have been no rendezvous.

It was supposed to be a pretty spare measure. It would be critical if we joined up. It was the best time to laugh, but it's still not funny given the power of the enemy.

"Anyway, let's buy some time in this land. If you surround Master Lydiane and attack him, the winning chance will follow. Time is on our side."

The majority nodded at Paul's words. However, some of them were uninterrupted. Whatever Paul's judgment is, it is now. I didn't originally have enough power to fight in this land. The White Knight will naturally not be aware of this situation. Tomorrow or the day after tomorrow, you should come here and eat. It's supposed to be...

"Do we have all the Golden Knights?

Fluffy and elusive concerns,

"It would be harder to say everyone than we have operated in a wide area"

That's what

"I see. Half then. I think I know if the White Knight knows or not."

Revealed by the words of Boltose.

"We should assume the worst, not the most convenient. That's the worst they've ever done. If it's convenient for you to think about it, it's time for you to take an irrevocable defeat."

Convenient idea. Paul opened his eyes. Both Lydiane and everyone were hallucinations where everything they wished to do with the situation was imprisoned. That's all we got. How can a white knight be sure that Arcadia doesn't know? All of the Golden Knights could gather in this land without being discovered. That's likely, but reality isn't.

"I agree. That guy sucks but it's not enough, and the sweet spot definitely follows. I fought with him once, and I told him," No doubt about it. "

"It's the same as Lütes. Even Jan would decide that."

The danger is only known to those who fought together. Paul scratched his head. I have not encountered the monster yet. That temperature difference nearly made him act dangerously sweet.

Then we have to define the worst.

"The White Knight knows. Fight and lose on it. This must suck."

"I understand you're strong. But when it comes to hardened fortifications, it falls so easily. I don't see any elements that I can't beat."

"It's William who makes that element, but I don't see it either."

A tactic that I can't think of with all the wise men of Gallias. Someone should have noticed at this point. Fight and you won't lose. There's no reason to lose. Defeat clouded their eyes. opposite poles, and lack of the same kind, that victory took a sense of crisis from them.

They were losing their objective perspective.

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The next day, the next day, the White Knight did not visit the fortress where the Garias army was waiting. They were stunned by the firehand that started to rise in the back when everyone started to think it was just weird. I had concerns. I had a nagging anxiety. The hunch is right, as is the reason that we can win defending the fort. I don't know what would have gone wrong if I had.

"King, what a fool I was when the definition of a king in this battlefield was, well,"

Lydiane had her face heavily distorted. Running away, I kept sneezing and finally seized the opportunity. That was undoubtedly an opportunity. It was a chance to win, and it would have been the only place to compete.

Yes, if Lydiane was king.

"What are you talking about!?

Lütes doesn't understand. what they intend to do by outrunning ourselves, the main unit of the Garias army. No, I know, but my head won't accept it. Too young to accept that this war is already entering the packing phase.

"If their aim was Master Lydiane, the option to stand and fight in this fort was the right one. But they didn't aim for it."

Paul was also distorting his face again. He looks terrible.

"Is the king, Ulterior?"

Loran took the last word. It's worth attacking ourselves. Waiting tactics based on the assumption that the other person thinks so too. But for Arcadia, the Lydianes were no longer necessarily enemies to discuss.

Already in Garias' own country. The fact that Ulterior is within range. Garias, who stopped to rebuild his posture, and Arcadia, who did not loose his steps with it on his ass. The mistake I made from seeing the king incorrectly - it made a pathetically big difference.

"We'll form a horseback squad and chase them from tomorrow morning."

"... you mean throw away the infantry you collected at the corner?

"I'll have him followed, but he probably won't make it. If all soldiers die, Ulterior will protect them."

"You mean the lead is still there? If you chase him, hell, if you wait, he's doomed. You don't have a choice."

Situations we have no choice but to follow. If you have one option, the measures are easy. I'm definitely putting up a trap, even if I'm not a white knight. There is no option to proceed with caution. That the worst case is lost Ulterior by being run off ahead like this. No loose ends. We have to hurry and fight. Until this time there was hell on my back. Hell awaits in the front now.

"Will it be over? Garias can't have fallen!

The superpowers were rocking. Live or perish, this is the watershed.