Tower of Karma

Kyle had been assigned to a team of ten led by a young boy. The boy's name is Otto Mullen. It's not the Taylor surname because he's not an orphan, but he's also Taylor's Childrens who graduated from that school again. However, this is the first time, and he is not sure.

Other members also have no experience in action. Slave up gladiator that seems somewhat usable, but he's a young man who's just recently finally started putting up his main, his mouth is a master, but it doesn't come with the contents.

"Ladies and gentlemen, we are on a mission to defend the road to Oldengard in this mountainous area. If they pull us out of here, we'll even see Oldengard. Remember, that is the defeat of the state. We must protect this place even if we die."

"Why would it suck if Oldengard fell? You have Arkas."

The young man up the gladiator questioned. Other faces are tilting their necks.

"Since Oldengard, there has been no favourable topography for the battle and little to block it to Arkas. And it's Arkas at heart... but it's not structured to fight. Looks good, looks like you could fight, but you'll have a blur soon. It's a common perception of all enemy allies."

Like I got it. Like I don't get it, they snort with a subtle look. I don't know anyway if I'm going in any further. Then it feels like I should follow what I say in silence. I can't deny how impatient they are because they are slaves. For a slave, it doesn't change what the state does when it changes. I don't change my position either. So I'm not even motivated.

Even the uplifted do not ride the mind in battles where the loss is intense. They are stupid but surprisingly sharp on the occasion. Otherwise you won't survive, the bottom line is.

They were likely to lose this battle and realized that there was that kind of air before it started.

"You're protecting this valley, aren't you?

Otto has a cloudy face when Kyle asks. I guess you're happy to have an active question. This is all the more unfortunate because the others already had an atmosphere of disinterest.

"Yes. If you're a minority, you'll be in a choice over the mountains, but if it's a massive move, you'll have to use these terrains. There are a number of these natural factors all the way to Oldengard. This is one of them, not the main one, but that's why I can't help it."

"I see. You're young, but you think a lot."

"It's not what I think. Though I hope to be in that position someday. I'm powerless in every way I can now."

"Then you can't die here. Let's work together."

"Ha!"

Where Kyle and Otto are having a conversation, a gladiator up young man sticks his neck in.

"Old Gatai, half of it. Hey, were you doing something?

Otto also nodded that he hadn't heard anything from Hilda, "It's a great body indeed".

"... I used to be just a little gladiator. Now I'm helping a shitty blacksmith."

"Heh, was the old man a gladiator, too? But I can't believe I'm helping a blacksmith right now, because I can't make a lot of money and I'm buying my identity, so you said it was the best I could do, right? Your body is big, but it's tiny. I'm going to be big. Anyway, they call him the King of Gladiators."

Kyle thinks of his title, which sometime became a distant past. There are people in the industry who don't know who they are. Quite apart from the actual battle, was the thought of being stuck about it.

"If I survive, I'll go see your game, too. Let me bet you something."

"Whoa, make some money, old man."

War begins. This is never the main battlefield. But it wasn't even as unnecessary a place as the enemy would miss it. Captain of the first line, a team of ten full of slaves. There will be no one to expect from them. It's not surprising that it's the lowest rating of a team of ten to defend this valley.

No one had anticipated yet, such as that they would do a great deal of work in this war.

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Kyle climbed the mountain away from the holding area. Find a spot with a view and sit down on a chopped cliff. Kyle thought about taking a tour of the battlefield and savoring it before his place became a battlefield.

When Otto gave permission, he replied lightly, "Oh, that's fine," so he was sweet with his words and made the bread a battlefield sight with one hand.

"Ho, this is amazing. You can still see a crowd of people from here."

Distance blurred and invisible even under a clear sky. A few of us won't be able to distinguish it from a person with a fairly good eye, Kyle. A bunch of people, a bunch of people are facing each other. That was the battlefield, attacking and defending the main route, the battlefield.

"... Hmm"

Obviously the atmosphere is heterogeneous to put together. The man who said that is remarkable even in the distance.

"Strong"

Kyle narrowed her eyes as she stroked her inert beard. What comes to mind in that eye is the color of vigilance. A black wolf and a red knight clearly jumping through in a crowded battlefield. The white swords waiting on the side of the allies are pretty good too, but at least they had a good influence on the battlefield as well as one or two.

"You've survived a place like this. Again, you're a great guy."

Kyle's known battlefield was the first and last to remember being ravaged by his country as a child. Class equivalent to that monster I saw then, one on my side and three on my enemies, including falling a little. Depending on how well you're doing, there's no way to name one that's going to beat those four.

However, for convenience I arranged it with the four of them, but the man was still out of the picture.

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Faster than anyone else, the 'Black Wolf King' Wolf Gunk Strider was piercing ahead of everyone else. The will to see his back and jump, devouring the formation of Arcadia from the center once and for all with it as its fangs.

"Stay like this all at once... Ha ha"

But Arcadia dares to take the momentum and try to keep the center of the formation - forward the avant-garde and retreat the rear guard, inviting them into the created space. Wolfe instantly smelled the danger and swirled rapidly, shifting direction with the momentum to shake off his allies.

In the middle of a horde of enemies...

"You're just learning."

"You are Arcadia's most vigilant man."

"We're taking whatever measures we can!

"Ha! You busty kids!

It is the young Junying called Taylor's Childrens who even read it to unleash further measures. Everyone had learned how to fight from William, Carl, etc. and was beaten into battle skills from Hilda to the bone marrow to survive by Ignaerts.

Each one is a small grain, but its number continues to increase year after year.

The way to fight a black wolf is to avoid fighting anyway. Hit the lead and sharpen enemies from afar. Even if that's not possible, we can seal our influence as a whole if we stay here.

Aside from Taylor's Childrens, there are many others who have been affected or begged to teach them, and who have a lot of knowledge with them even if they don't learn at school. Arcadia's army is getting stronger year after year. It's like watching Garias after the death of Wu Wang, intellectuals say.

Next to the Black Wolf army being unexpectedly sealed off, the main unit, mainly the Estado army, was making steady strides. Arcadia wins at the tactical comprehension of an individual, and no individual force, no flock beyond the Estado army at the height of its average, exists in Laurencia. So much so that individual individuals were proud of their strength.

Everything yearned for the monster that led us half a century, and went there, so...

"Odd warfare is a lot to see. That is why it is the 'fierce sun' stream that ravages us all here at once. Look at that, Zeno. This is our Estaard... war!

Currently, Dino Sid Campeador, Estado's strongest man to admit to himself. The man jumped to the front with his favorite big stone axe.

"Eat it!

Destructive enough to fight. Dino's blow, comparable to that of a giant star if only for simple power, scattered man's bones and flesh as if paying even with dust.

"We'll decide all at once!

Estado army to gain momentum on Dino's decree. But...

"" Anger!

The momentum was undone by an army led by two generals.

Don't interrupt, Gregoire.

"Is there anything in front of a burglar who comes up to people's houses on his own to keep them out of the way?

"Hey, don't ignore me, gorillas."

"You have enough gorillas, Miss Shrevia."

"Shut up and die, you fucking narcissist"

"Beautiful! It's Clavireno Alanis, you brain-muscle bitch."

The average soldier caught between monsters even forgets to breathe and is about to faint. So much so that their pressure was off track. A battlefield where giants, giants, and monsters stare at each other.

"Njama for now"

"Let's do it."

The sound of the collision echoes all the way to the far mountains.

With Estado on his ass starting a full-scale battle, Arkland had not made a lively move. Carefully, it was Medraut, Apollonia's belly, who was determining enemy power. It is now Arkland that he and Votigan analyze well and fight on top of it.

"Can't you see Kensei yet?"

"The Black Wolf is also out of hand. The heavenly lion is leaving a message in formation."

Gregor and Shrubia are stronger than we thought.

"Not so much beyond my expectations."

In the back there is no gap between them, whom they queen, 'Goddess of War' Apollonia of Arkland refrain from. Ogata doesn't seem to be going to force you anywhere. Yet it is a ridiculous story that protrudes with all its strength and drains only this one.

Fight together and explore everywhere by hand first. It will not be a battle if we determine how much Arcadia we have today and how many allies other than ourselves can use.

It will be a long fight. Everyone in this room thought so.

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One day, Kyle was once again feeling what he called a battlefield. I have the impression that as the monster travels along the bouncing beam, I do a small hand-check everywhere. Even so, Kyle sighs on a land stained with red and black beyond imagination about how many people died just today.

"Everyone is here for a reason. Some died for a reason. After all, I can't like this place, Al."

Kyle found out about the battlefield again and still hated it. Why do they fight? Why should I not be satisfied with the spectacle, and bleed with my hands, and be shed?

Kyle was in pain.

"Well, I guess some of them say it's the only place here, like Al. Step on people to reach for the top, or what? I was watching him. I assure you. Beyond that, there's no happiness. I guess it'll be too late by the time I figure it out."

That's what I'm standing on the spot for right now. No, Kyle has also lived in a win-win world. So it's the same after all. Kick your opponent down, step on him, and go up. I know, but Kyle smiled sadly.

Wherever you go, the world is hell. Because I hurt that again.