Tower of Karma

The moment he heard the drums, Zeno and the others stopped the sword at once. An undisturbed movement, as if you knew this signal was coming -

"... you're not gonna fight."

Claude was confronting Xeno instead of Anatole, who was gone if he realized it. Zeno can't stop smiling bitterly at the way he doesn't fall into his heart. He's an idiot, but he's therefore judging things by the air. Sometimes it's sharp because of that. This case too, one hypothesis should have arisen in him. That's why I don't look good. Victory as a present.

"It's a signal to retreat. Estado is solid around here."

"It's a long way to go."

"There's no way I'm going to get the energy to fight in front of that big army. Akike?"

When Zeno turned around, his real brother, whose breath was already flavorful, had retreated far away. The moment the other generals heard the drums, they were flipping and leaving the scene at full speed. Only Xena and her men, Xeno's soldiers, who were not aware of the signs of retreat and were in a succession will remain on this occasion.

The Xena had also been told by her men to show her the movement of retreat.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. Hey, I miss you."

"Brother Xeno, put it down."

"Wait a while. Hey, why don't we talk a little bit, Claude?"

Zeno, with his sword, winked at Claude. At that moment, Claude is attacked by tremendous disgust. Where does that wind blow, Xeno tells Claude with a laugh.

"The discomfort you're experiencing, I can fix it in a nutshell."

"I can't believe it's uncomfortable."

"The aim of William Lewis is to be king."

"What?"

"The White Knight will be the White King, the last ritual will be this battle, and then think backwards"

"What the hell... how the hell did Temeer know that?

"We all know it in the upper echelons of the estate."

"You mean you were connected in the back!?

"No, I'm not connected. I just knew. The White Knight is after you. As far as I heard, thin ice, the odds weren't that high. Therefore, Estado is in his current position."

"Are you in a position to bump into the enemy and immediately escape?

"Exactly. The slow deployment over there is to get us out of here. Do not bleed in vain and do what is necessary. If you've dropped a giant star and changed times, then any more sacrifices are only evil"

Zeno's words were as if he had heard them from him. That's why Claude doesn't know.

"William, I don't think you and Estaard ever had a chance to make contact."

"Exactly. I'm not in contact."

Zeno laughs bitterly when he sees Claude at the extreme of confusion. The fact that if he wants to end this battlefield in a good way, he better not know. He worked hard and raised his name. It should have ended satisfactorily where it was. But Zeno opens his mouth thinking Claude is the one who should know.

The road is a masterpiece of the same generation in different ways. It's a shame to end with just a pawn.

"I made contact with Estaard, as well as Geheim's, grabbing the tail of 'Justice', was the first thing that the man got in the 'power' he had. The first 'power' the hero white knight gained, got it?

Claude turns his mind around a little, and he remembers his sister's face and looks up hah.

"Taylor, Chamber of Commerce"

"Correct. Logistics networks strewn all over the world, merchants of those who come and go there. The most important thing with the weapons they deal with."

"Information, or"

Claude and I are leaving William's school. Not the smart one, but he had also learned to go quite a bit to the Iroja of commerce, the Chamber of Commerce. That's why I get it.

"No matter how 'justice' reaches 200,000 troops in secret, information can be leaked from somewhere if the heavy towns of each country gather together in the first place. Even if it was a shard, try aggregating information gathered by a large number of people from multiple sources, and that would be a single picture, wouldn't it?

"You mean that guy knew? Damn. What do you mean, it was the merchants who gathered the information, and Temeer and the others negotiated with a merchant?

(i) The prime minister of a country carries out important stories that determine the policy of the country with merchants, albeit surrogates. That's ridiculous. Zeno's fine.

"Oh, yeah"

Affirmed and showed. Claude gets stunned.

"Was it a man named Dennis? Quite a cutter, well more than that, our Lord said that the narrative of the man, the direction he sees, everything resembled the White Knight"

"Do people in the Chamber of Commerce know that to some extent?

"I don't know that far. But a man named Dennis even talked about future paintings to come first. Arcadia and Garias create soil, where many countries compete and develop. The way he spoke happily was unusually persuasive. That's all I know."

Now there were various paintings floating in Claude's head counting more and more backwards from Xeno's given answers. The face of the Chamber of Commerce that was more deeply connected to William than our own samurai. That we have become crushers. I see different, different things.

He was reaching for the throne, using the sacrifices he had made on this battlefield as a stepping stone.

"Whoa, it's time for your murderous friend to push over. Let's just say I'm leaving."

…………

"Well, there comes a time of mutual dislike, huh? It's hard on the samurai, and they have less chance of waving a polished martial arts. It's a headache. That's why we shouldn't stop thinking"

"Wow, man. I just wanted to help him, to be strong."

"It changes the definition of its strength. The era of the" fierce sun "we loved is over, and I have never met anyone like the Innovation King, but it is a time when such people will be the" mighty ones ". Look closely. I can't, but if you're the winner, you can. It will always be your 'power' in the future. I'll see you again, my good enemy. Times wandering around and martial arts is where they are as martial arts. Some phases will require swinging power. One day, on the battlefield, bye."

Xeno walked away, waving like a flicker. Because of the conversation, Garias captured me on the road. I retreated refreshingly with the iron wall in front of me and a beautiful sword technique. The remaining claude left a big one.

"Hey, hey! It's not over yet!

"Inhuman! Grab your spear now. I will allow you to win battles and join forces in martial arts."

Claude stares at the two staring at each other on his back. Battlefield miniature. Let the times shift.

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"Master Ernst, please retreat!

"That man, he's unusual! Straight ahead, we're on our way."

"... it's not over yet. As long as I live, Ostberg won't die."

Ernst leaves the fierce chaser to his men to begin the retreat. There is no hand that does not take advantage of the escape openings opened for Estado. Run here and try to get back together someday. In ten, no, five years, we should be able to make the same flow. This time it will not fail.

Ernst's flames are still intact.

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The strongest, how many years has it been since it became synonymous with this man? He dropped the fierce sun, from which there was no loss at one time, and in Arcadia vs. Gallias made the world aware of its power once again as a hand in the reversal that overshadowed his defeat. The strongest, undefeated, sun-eating wolf continues to expand...

I was on the verge of bursting right now.

(My arm, my senses are fading)

A sense of crisis that doesn't even feel fine dust. Overwhelmingly weak walls. That's why Wolfe was in an unprecedented hurry. There is no sense of crisis. However, the wear and tear of the body has come to a point where it cannot be ignored.

And yet I can't see ahead. Far away, would you have reached the hill? Are the footsteps heavy because we reached the hill and reached the hill? Horse wear is not your ratio. Fatigue as if it was across one country, even though it was not a great distance.

"We're the strongest!

Wolfe's roar. The members behind it also begin to notice. Especially the ancient ginseng ones, who had been sensing for quite some time. Not like before. Discomfort with the current situation. That our own leader facing it is wearing more than we could have imagined.

"Will you lose? Me and you decide the female. It's only today, today's the day!

I don't even know if this is a hill. I don't turn around behind. Because if you turn around, they'll see you. My face. Far from the strongest, the weakest side.

If you cross the hill, that man is waiting for you. "He's here, Mountain Dog" That's what he'll pull out his sword. The wear and tear is a good handle. Overshadowing it is' the strongest '. How many months have passed since the first encounter? I didn't put on the black and white that day.

"Let's put it on black and white. Ye! William!"

The apex I saw. For a moment, a star instantly entered my eyes in heaven. Wolf grabs it. That's the pinnacle, humanity's strongest. Finally, we've reached it.

On the hill. The man who is now higher than anyone else on this battlefield is the 'Black Wolf King' Wolf Gunk Strider. The man who made himself the most powerful man of mankind and became from the lower people to the king.

I've always laughed at the end. In the end I grabbed the victory by dealing with that fierce sun.

"Captain! You're finally out! Keep it up, White Knight, Bi..."

A group of black mercenaries creeping in without waiting a few seconds from the king's arrival. The number with them has decreased considerably, but to the extent that they remain in the main force, they peel thin skins, but let them break through like this. That's all I have. The strongest group led by the strongest. Hundreds, thousands, nothing.

The pride - broken.

The sight of despair spreading beneath your eyes. That's a reorganization of the Arcadia soldiers that have been breaking through and the Arcadia soldiers that were placed in the former Ostberg. That number, over 50,000 large troops. That was there with bows and spears firmly in place and in perfect condition.

The horn whistles. The copper jar is beaten. Soldiers with spears slap their spear butts on the hanging and ground to match their sounds to increase their pressure. Heavy sight, at its end, the White Knight was interested in Strachez. I can't reach it, the view. We haven't even seen ourselves.

Not yet. Not yet.

Let's play Wolf. It was clear to everyone that it was a strength.

It is this despair that awaited them over half a million walls, albeit widely deployed. There is no hope. I won't give you a chance. You lost. Yes, the kind of despair that is being poked at. My strongest back was of equal size.

Heroes, the strongest, the magic they were showing can be solved.