Tower of Karma

"Right y!

"Accepted"

Horseback riding drives the streets. The lead is Kress, followed by the Ostberg heavy-duty cavalry just behind, in the form of Palomides and others in the rear. I keep running to the point where I don't even know where I am, going that way or this way at Cress's direction.

A disintegrating city, a burning building. The number of heads that collide with enemy forces more than once and are discounted by soldiers equipped with crossbows, etc. Still no sign of stopping your leg.

"Where is this going?

"I don't."

"... don't know."

"You don't need your hands and feet to understand what your head thinks. Hands and feet."

Their eyes ask what you are, their hands and feet.

"If you want to know, head to the beginning. If it's like this, you're not going to stop."

"Okay."

Palomides sped up the horse's legs and chased him to the beginning.

"... what?

"I'd like to know what you're thinking right now, Lord Cress."

"You're a long one, in the belly of the enemy."

Cress sighed, but for a moment, she grinned.

"I'm exploring the enemy as I run. We have all the information we need. You're going to be eaten by a moving main unit."

"... Moving HQ? Isn't the royal palace or the tower the main force?

"Are you an idiot? I guess it's moving around because it's not. The movement of the transmission, the formation of the fluid enemy, the timing of the movement, it's all out of place. This is not the case with an organization that focuses on the main unit. At first, I thought you had a different headquarters... but that's also uneven."

"So it's moving," he said.

"Oh. Can you believe that? The formation also moves while the main formation moves. Commanding generals are monsters, too, but the class of troop leaders who share them. Understand the intentions of the conductor, and everything is interlocked with the instructions. An undisturbed unity, like a single creature."

Cress laughs.

"Is this Arcadia?"

The champion of turmoil, a glimpse of one end of the reason.

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Behind the creation of the legend by the White Knight, the White Knight was absent at a time when the country saying Arcadia was fighting most vehemently. Excellent hands and feet created for a man and white knight who has supported seven years of blank time.

Those linkages are Arcadia's greatest strength.

People call that limb - Taylor's Childrens, and.

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"Kevin must be sorry."

"I guess. Last festival, even if it was a farce."

It was easy for them, especially those who survived that turmoil in the early group and in the age group close to it, to wear blindfolds, such as to match that man, a follower of the White Knight.

"It's ironic that a really important pawn isn't called to this place as much as the irreplaceable."

"Are we good pawns in exchange,"

"It depends on the enemy whether you feel good or not."

"So let's talk about it in vain. Let's do it well."

"Let's do that. It's all for Your Grace."

"I rarely get a chance to repay you. In this Pacific world."

Taylor's Childrens are also an elderly group, some of whom were born into slavery in other countries and have been sold under William. These two were the latter, and therefore had absolute loyalty and too great an admiration.

He went for and mimicked the White Knight, just like Angelum, and reached close at the tactical level. In those days, it was undoubtedly a real stopover among the White Knight Mojos that had emerged all over the world. That's why we can't do the same.

They continued to win by studying the White Knight, learning the tactics he used and brushing them up. New and strong, they were the driving force behind Arcadia, and seven years in the absence of the White Knight had been filled twelve times with their efforts. Black knights, children of white knights, the look of white knighthood they matured and systematized, at which point they were spoiled.

To maintain the status quo.

New things lose their freshness from the moment they appear. It was impossible to stay new and they remained white knights as they were, still far from the real thing. I went far by trying to be the same. Maybe Carl was more of a white knight than he was willing to imitate.

They're phonies because they didn't know that.

The white knighthood they matured with the appearance of Leno was beaten down by no complete skin. A new tactic was born, which could no longer be won in a white knightly way. But with his reappearance, we all know.

Whether we approach him on a tactical level or not, he can easily walk over it.

I was just boiling down to the point of bankruptcy just for putting in new weapons. It is only when we know the difference that we have them now. As just one gear, it has no ambition, no ambition, and acts as a function.

In that sense, they are useful, united in the same direction.

Glory and frustration, victory and defeat.

Good luck.

"Oh."

They know they're not special. And they also understand what they have to do. So as a gear they function.

You can also share the base and think and move on your own. Enough with the minimum instructions that Angelum is giving. Let them try to function. That's why this separation was possible. A force capable of deriving and executing the best with the minimum necessary instructions, albeit within a limited range.

They are hard for the young to understand, and will therefore make a great difference.

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The blockade of the boulevard sealed the movement in the large troops, aiming to disperse the fighting forces and march from the alley stretched over the Arkas. But it was the war-experienced who fought the White Knights who stood in their way.

The fierce, and they tolerate the battle of the proud and the weak, who are different...

"Dastardly! Hit it with me."

"I don't like it. Because I'm handicapped."

A flock that fights only at long and medium distances, without thorough bumping into each other. Use a crossbow or the like to stop the opponent's foot and retreat and ambush him in another position before he comes stuck. They will also be the work of the White Knight, knowledgeable in how to fight weak soldiers and without any shards of hesitation in carrying them out.

"Yes, yes, yes, if you do, die."

Some fierce warriors storm around as guerrillas, I think.

"Retreat"

Yingjie ran through the world of war. I couldn't be at the top, but still they were definitely beautiful stars. They have a touch of armor, excellent strength, but more skill to fight than that. No, in the first place, it means something a little different from what the young people today call strength.

Different definitions of strength. That's why I don't engage.

"You don't know the white bear... enough to study"

However, in this land now, strength in a state of war applies to their reason.

"" "Weak" "

Therefore they become mighty.

Weak soldiers and strongmen, both not to function correctly, the White Knight's army gained dramatically strength by letting them have a role.

They fluidly change placements instead of putting them in. It won't be a coincidence as someone confronting you. They are shredded with weak soldiers, and if they chase deep, they are rapidly attacked and shredded by strong soldiers. If the weak soldier stopped you, you can't fulfill your tactical purpose in the first place.

I can't read the placement. They really move like one creature.

Arcadia, said to lack talent, rose to the hegemony because, for one thing, she simmered this division of roles and rational moves.

"... I see. If they're going to change, it's going to have to change."

Alfred diligently gives instructions, reads the opponent's measures, and controls his army's movements. This' Alfred 'is also one of them when it comes to the work of the White Knight. It had the peculiar strength to be able to fold even on the continent if it was on the board and at the same time turn multiple thoughts.

From the other person's movements, I was able to grasp the reality of the situation.

(Not enough pawns. Even if we make a difference in numbers, there is too much difference between enemies who have no limit on how to do it and here we have to play justice)

I could barely bring the stuff I was preparing, and even if I read through it for Alfred, who had to start a war, it was honest that I lacked the hand. Large numbers of profits also don't make sense if they crushed the big streets in this way.

"Your Highness!"

"... concentrate your power on the west side"

"What's the intent there?

"I'm sorry. I don't have time to explain."

"... I understand that."

If it is best to antagonize even if you do your best, what you can do will not be a battle with pawns, but a direction to take advantage of the hand you were referring to earlier.

(Sorry about a spoonful of salt. Cres.)

Now is the time to endure. We have a winning chance before we cut off the other party's favorable development.

If the other person is one creature, crush his head and he should be dysfunctional. Because the more precise the army, the greater the importance of the head.

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The Horse Riders led by Claude entered from the North Gate to Arkas. Rapidly from the north, they entered a city that turned into a demon cave without resting as it were. Claude whips his horse without stopping anyway, even though he frowns between his eyebrows at the number of firehands to rise.

"Is it the royal palace?

"... no, that tower topographically wins if you're going to stand up"

"If so... what a tower was it?

"I don't know, maybe I haven't decided, and, Your Majesty, I'm not going to decide."

"... ha"

To see where it is burning, perhaps the opponent will be on the king's side. Claude and I are not stupid. I understood that the center of malice surrounding the Wang capital was not the prince's side, which was supposed to be the bandit army. A situation in which the King would flip an immediate anti-flag if not William.

Still, he's a benefactor, and for Claude...

"Let's hurry."

"I know!

Proceed even as you get lost.