From a terminal Soldier to Monarch - Chapter 250

What are you talking about?

I took a breath and put my spear on the ground and stood it up as a cane.

“Why!”

Orc Lord exclaims.

“What are you talking about? ”

“Selfish people. ”

The Orc mutters. He opens his mouth when I see him without a word.

“Why should we be trapped on the Eastern Continent? Why are they holding us? ”

This is orchestra-like bullshit.

He speaks well, even though his heart is pierced. You don’t have two hearts or something, do you?

“Humans have no right to judge us. ”

Orcs are from the Eastern Continent.

Only there were the thinking Orcs.

The Eastern Continent fought them.

I pushed the Orcs into the cold, barren soil so they couldn’t get out.

Humans made it so. You’re right.

“I’ll kill them all. No one can judge us. ”

Rod mutters and rises up again.

You horrible bastard.

Are you still moving?

“Well said. ”

It was the voice I heard behind me. It was a blonde woman who was limping and approaching.

“I see. Should I cut out your tongue first? ”

Lois received that. He didn’t seem normal either. You see a long scar on your face.

Agatha will be sad.

“You still haven’t killed him? ”

From the right comes Hulken Ludwig.

The Knight of the Forgotten is approaching.

The sword is raised, but the left arm is hanging loose. It appears to be broken.

“Do I do it? ”

Digo from the back.

“The weapon is broken. ”

It’s Jen Reed. Your weapon isn’t broken, it’s broken.

The light in Jenryd’s hand does not shine. Instead, the sky sprinkled light.

East was coming.

The sun, which drives out the dawn light, shines everywhere.

My knight stands behind me. This is it. I can’t make tea even if my legs are twisted.

As the sun rises, a shadow rises in front of the Orc Road.

“Up.”

Orc Road is a struggling body that is dying.

“Eyes up, asshole. ”

The mouth catches my eye.

Scary. Hey.

“The talking orc is curious, but is there anything else to see? ”

The last thing Lind said was,

I did not see how fierce the fight was, and I did not see any injuries because my whole body was soaked in green blood.

Well, maybe Lynd isn’t normal either.

“I am the king of all Orcs, and I also crave freedom….”

“Fuck you.”

I felt exhausted and answered. I cut off Orc Lord’s horse and looked at him.

You see a stupid monster in front of you.

“Hey, do you have the right to kill us if you say so? You think he’s being unfair now that he’s running around in someone else’s yard? ”

“…… oops. ”

Fresh. Orcs are arguing with me.

“Crazy Orc. ”

Well, I guess he became king of Orcs after all.

They must have led them on as heroes they’ve never been.

The gaze of the hordes of Orcs gathered after the photobombing. I picked my breath and said,

“If you fight, just die quietly. Son of a bitch.”

At gunpoint, he raises the Glaive. Yeah, you must have two hearts.

But the battle is over.

“Hülken.”

The Knight in the Moonlight stands frighteningly close to the end, stopping his weapon.

Land,

It looks like the wheelchair is pushing back to see if it still has strength left. But the Glaive is sealed.

“Digo.”

A white knight with a guillotine steps forward and slaps his leg with a spear.

Sniff. Sniff.

He kneels again.

“Lynd.”

A blade of snow grazed the Orc’s abdomen. A frostbite has been inflicted on the wound.

I aimed my spear at the creature’s head, craving freedom, facing the sun from the beginning.

He opens his eyes.

I feel like I’m crying. Tears in the eyes of a man covered in blood.

Well, that’s unbelievable. Especially not the one I want to see.

Heave.

The spear flies through the air.

I pierced the Orc Lord’s skull.

Puck.

A bribe and blood flew towards the sun.

A lump of warmth wraps around the ball, cutting through the cold air. The stinking smoke that I used to detonate was gradually dispersed in the air.

The smell of the battlefield filling in between begins to change.

“Whew.”

With a long breath, Lind looks at me and says something.

Shout for victory?

There were those who were faster. Those who watched me and Lord’s fight on the battlefield.

“Assassin!”

“Heroes of War! ”

Soldiers shout for victory.

* * *

The king has spoken.

Kill all the monsters!

But the waves of monsters were so high.

The king has spoken.

Knight, stop the waves!

The Knights of Palmer have blocked the waves.

The king has spoken.

Kill all the monsters!

And so he stepped out.

Before the end of the war, a hero does what no one else has done.

Heroes of War!

Heroes of War!

“Who made it? ”

Strange. It may sound like you’re praising me, but it was all done by the king’s command.

Sorte Eid smiles at me.

“A bard with a great rhythm made it. ”

“Did you mean that song to the king? ”

“I left it for this country, not the king, to be precise. He’s a great guy.”

That’s ridiculous.

It’s called “The Song of the Savior.”

An epic poem about a knight who helped the royal family at the top of the eight families.

I understand. The battlefield is over and it took time and effort to recover it.

People need more excitement than sadness.

This is usually how heroes are born.

Digo the white man, not me.

Baisa Alice, knight in chief.

Master Delhen and Perth in Wolves, etc.

A lot of people came out of the song.

That’s the main theme. How can a song written by a determined bard?

The man who sang the song saw the king and me.

Late at night, the king and the Duke of another country join hands.

Your voice was a little shaky because of the tension.

Originally someone who would sing better.

“Go ahead.”

The king throws him out with a glass of bronze. He steps back and bows his head.

“The castle is doomed. ”

Yes, because the man in front of me is actually the king.

Sungeun is devastated and thankful for his grace.

He sometimes listens to dressing up all day because he’s so thoughtful and wise and gracious.

Behind him was still a woman in the Green Guard.

Full moon after the battlefield.

An ally needed to recover. Frankly, Fraunmut wasn’t in a position to leave right now.

There should be one or two wounded.

The king of Palmer did us the best he could.

Of course. An ally who defended the Orc Wave.

They ate well, rested well and washed well.

And yesterday morning, the only duchess of Cercado returned to my land.

I stayed. I didn’t mean to.

This gracious king has caught me.

“There are lots of places to watch on the Eighth Gate. Have you ever seen a gold mine belonging to the Gold family? ”

“I’m sick of the salt mines on my land. ”

“Aha, have you tried that finger mushroom that only grows in the Bagborn Mountains? That’s what makes it so delicious. ”

“Yes, I have. ”

Delicious, but I’m a meat loaf. I like the meat.

The king does not lose his smile. He may have been a naive king to some, but he was a pack to me now.

“I don’t naturalize. ”

“Yes, I know. ”

He takes a sip of wine. I also held a glass in front of me.

Whiskey.

It is a traditional way of making raw materials by fermenting barley, distilling it, and then ageing it in oak barrels.

Smells good, too. I rolled it in my mouth and wrapped it around the tip of my tongue for more flavor.

As the liquid moved through the esophagus, I felt like I swallowed lava. Warmth burns my innards beyond my neck.

“A ‘Grim Reaper’s Kiss’ 52 mountain, not found in Sercado. ”

It’s poisonous, but I can’t drink without it.

Thorte was right.

This liquor cannot be obtained from Sergado.

“I’m not much of a drinker. ”

It tastes fantastic.

By the way, you pretended to be drunk after a few glasses of wine last time, and now you’re good at this strong whiskey.

“This will be the last time. ”

Sorte speaks. He holds the cup and straightens up.

“Come to the door. Chris.”

Greed, desire, what drives it to stick with me?

Thorte Eid of Palmer will be a great king. He was not the scum I had seen.

Nevertheless.

“I decline.”

I had no intention of staying here. First, I want to go back to my land.

And only a good king, a good man, can stop the next.

I changed history, so much has changed. Immediately, the king was not a barbarian with a blade of vengeance.

But some things won’t change.

I was reminded of the North continent I met when I was headed to Eden from Emilinun.

“Too bad.”

Thorte said with a joke.

“But I can’t help it. ”

The king said so and got up. Then he looked at me and bowed his head.

“I want to thank the hero who saved the crisis in Armstrong. ”

I got up, too.

“I did it because I wanted to. ”

He looks up at me and speaks with a smile on his face.

“I want to give you the biggest gift, so I have to give you something else.”

“I’ve already received a lot. ”

If you say you stole all of Palmer’s craftsmanship, you’ll get a backbone, right?

“Gifts are the heart of the person who wants to give them. ”

The king spoke up and left. I took a sip of the remaining wine and headed to my lodging.

After a few days of rest.

The king no longer searches for me.

I didn’t need a large escort, so I went out during my free time when the sun was in the middle of the sky.

A white wolf approaches you from one side of the forest as you pass through the gates of Emilanun.

Boom boom.

You were wounded before you died, but now you’ve recovered your pumpkin.

“Bang.”

He approaches, about five paces ahead.

What are you doing?

“Pumpkin.”

I called her name, but she didn’t come near me.

Immediately after the battle, I had to write the second treasure I took out of Armstrong’s comments.

It was powder medicine called “The Life of the Bumblebee” and “The Last Leaf of the World Water.”

An ancient wizard made of ancient herbs. It was a great item to be called the Life of a Bumblebee.

The dust healed the wounds of the pumpkins.

I could see the flesh growing and the bones sticking together. Thank goodness.

“Bang.”

The pumpkin looks at me and barks.

“Where are you going? ”

It was popular that I felt earlier.

The Blood Fairy of the Green Eye approaches from behind.

“Does it work? ”

“You can read intent even if it doesn’t work. Half the blood in my body is fairy. I think you’ll find that when you concentrate. ”

“Bang, bang.”

The pumpkin opened its mouth again. It wasn’t loud.

“I want to get away for a while. I think that’s what it means. ”

Away?

“Do you have a pumpkin girl? ”

Let’s ask.

Bloop.

He breathed fire in front of me. Surprise, motherfucker.

“Why?”

The pumpkin glanced at me. I felt something that I didn’t need to be able to communicate.

A sensitive sensation told me about the condition of the pumpkin.

There was something pressing on my chest that didn’t feel clear.

Regret and self-esteem.

Why are you doing this to save my life?

The pumpkin pulls its foot back. The forest soon swallowed his butt.

A tree that covers the sunlight.

I scratched my head. No, but it is.

The pumpkin glances at me until the end, then shifts its head.

“See you later. ”

I told you. The pumpkin turns his head back and nods.

It’s amazing to hear what a real person is saying.

He hurls himself into the woods. The image of the white wolf disappears quickly, accompanied by a thumping sound.

I’ve been using my spare life pills to save them, and they’re gone.

“Damn it.”

I recited it.

“Why?”

Piece approaches to the side and asks.

“I didn’t bring a horse for the pumpkin ride. ”

We have a long way to go.

“Then why are you laughing? ”

“Me?”

Were you smiling?

Piece looks at me and smiles and replies.

“Yes, he laughs. You have a prettier smile. ”

Let’s not chew on each other’s faces as you would paint them.

I hand-picked and walked. I have no pumpkin, so I have to walk on two strong legs.

By the way, Thorte, don’t you think he’s doing something wrong? I don’t know what kind of gift you’re giving me.

I started walking.

It was a long way, but I wasn’t bored by the company.

Walking like this reminds me of my one-armed days.

“Do you have a wife? ”

“Why? Because you want to be a Duchess? ”

“No, a face like yours has a lot to leave behind. ”

A familiar joke. I urge you to walk, smiling.

We talked a lot as we walked, and so we headed to Fraunmund territory.

Okay, so next up is North Continent.

Invasion of Arms.

The civil war in Serkado.

Orc Wave.

Mountain splits of the central continent.

On that note, the threat to humanity is not yet over.

* * *

“Blind” thought.

Where was the problem with your strategy as the craftsman who raised the Orc Road?

The teacher of Orc Road, known to be dead, walks through the cold, bitter soil.

He was headed north.

The cripple is blind because the Orc is blind.

He opens his eyes walking.

A green eye appeared inside.

“Ha.”

With a deep sigh, his shoulders crack and the smoke rises.

Soon the smoke scattered throughout the body, mixed in with the sun and disappeared from the air.

It was a long-standing outfit.

Immediately, there appeared a fairy with white arms and extended legs, not a hideous Orc.

He strokes his pointy, raised ear, and knows it’s time to return to the North after a long mission.

‘Chris Fraunmoont. ’

And in his head remained the name of the man who ruined all this.