From a terminal Soldier to Monarch - Chapter 281

A full-bodied vice informed me of the situation around him.

The sound of footsteps, the light one, is the nobleman.

Human beings are relatively heavy.

Is the commander’s position back there? I heard the sound of a protest.

The place where the enemy commander is, where the archers gather, is drawn in my head.

Vitalia said she couldn’t find a wizard who was determined to hide.

You’re right, and I admit it.

But just because I couldn’t find it doesn’t mean I didn’t have a choice.

Magic was important for street and visual information.

Judging from the casting distance, the wizard couldn’t be far from me.

He also said that hitting an opponent without looking is as hard as hitting an apple with your eyes closed and your head on it.

That’s why he kept me out of sight.

Also, the invisibility does not mean that it disappeared.

A place where you can get rid of fairies, avoid archers, and listen to the Night Owls.

Somewhere I can make a hole in.

The flying arrow dodges you just by standing behind a thick tree.

Next to the arrow.

Heat of Elf Warriors has fallen on my face. A jab of ten through the darkness.

You can see the silver and white blade coming forward, swallowing darkness.

Boom!

As I hit the ground, I ignored the jab in front of me.

He had to split the air because he ran backwards.

I leaped backwards before the jab even pierced where I was, and I turned around holding the sword.

You take your foot back and turn the blade sharply. A knife made with ignorant strength, without rhythm or dancing.

Boom! The tree is caught in the knife. I empowered my arms, ignoring my resistance.

The boiling vice gives me an unusual power.

Couddeuk!

More than half of the trees were cut down.

“Muke! Muke! ”

A surprise fairy squad shouts. I draw a semicircle with my feet to the ground, ignoring and holding a sharpened sword.

Step on the ground and swing your sword.

It was a black merciless violence swinging with a semicircle.

Puff! The stone with the sword exploded. I split the air a few times.

Five trees have been caught and the clumsy corners of the rock have been broken. In front of this violence, not only the fairy army, but also the magical assassination.

The five cuts were quick. It happened while I chose to take a few breaths after I jumped back.

I saw my footprints on the ground long.

I smashed all the crushed pebbles, crushed roots, and things caught in my feet.

A full-bodied vice made this possible.

I felt the disparate feeling in my hands of the last knife. It is the sensation of breaking through skin, bones, and organs, not trees and rocks.

I felt it on the battlefield so many times, I knew right away.

I saw that I was cut.

Ugh.

The elf, split up and down, groans and groans.

There is no sound.

If the man who was slashed from his left waist to his opposite rib is alive, God will come down here after him.

“Whew.”

I exhaled. Blue smoke poured out from my mouth. The burning vice’s heat still heats you up.

“Gaderun!”

You hear a cry from the back of your head. You look away, and you see a fairy warrior holding the vice.

‘Commander.’

A warrior in a slightly different position to operate the entire unit.

I robbed the sword. Blood from the blade seeps into the darkness.

And you hear an urgent step beyond the darkness.

I heard the groaning of a crash somewhere.

‘Slowly.’

After I recite it in my heart.

Phoebebebibbing!

Bolts fly towards the fairy army.

Screaming and screaming, the noblemen turn their backs. All I could see was the commander and a few in front of me.

You guys, you didn’t come all this way for nothing.

Behind the enemy commander, you see them flicking their swords at you.

Darkness cannot be an obstacle to fairies, and jab is originally any weapon in the Workshop.

Most of the attacks were blocked and the bolts in the skin were loose. The right fairy warrior quickly pulls a bolt and throws it to the side.

Running for a long time can be a burden on the wound, but it was an injury that did not affect the power immediately.

“You’ve been after this from the start? ”

The commander said, “No, I hit him midway through.”

I believed Lind would move like this. Well, I thought it would be the same if I tried something else.

You’re not the only ones on bypass, are you?

Murdock and Rangers. They run straight down a straight line to where I gently ran.

It was quite a difficult road.

But maybe it’s worth it.

The enemy commander draws his sword. A sword filled with malice and malice towards me.

I shouted something to the commander.

I see you turning around, except for a couple of them, to clear the back roads.

I walked slowly. One step, two steps, and vice spreads throughout the body, turning into opponent pressure.

Twitch.

The elf warrior’s shoulders, which blocked the day ahead, are noticeably shaken.

“Murdock is the Wall. ’

The fourth number I thought of.

I’ll take them down myself. Those who flee will die at Murdock’s bolt.

Murdock and Ranger just block the way out.

Jubbuck.

One more step.

Now my eyes have doubled as before.

The commander sees the pupils trembling. Oh, now you’ve read my intentions.

“Alone?”

“Correct.”

Ping.

The user kicks the base of its foot with an arrow that drops to the ground, its head facing the target, and it rests on an absurd rock.

The arrow flies. The warrior gathers as a signal.

It was like he was rushing into fear without knowing it.

I looked at it and walked swiftly and slowly forward. I swung my sword as I walked and soon started to smell the blood around me.

The oblique blade cuts the fairy’s throat and punctures its abdomen in a stabbing blow.

You dodge a sword, take a slight black sword and turn it into a dam.

The difference between speed and strength, the difference between skills expressed to me by skill, even vice.

The perfect spacing draws a ridiculous battle.

The commander bites his molar and lunges.

It was like a moth.

I swing my sword up and down, and I turn half a turn to watch the opposing team block it. I stab myself in the face with my elbows.

Woojik.

A cheerful sound rang out.

* * *

“Whew.”

Seeing the breathing teeth, the ranger trembles. In the face of overwhelming violence, it was normal to feel fearful instinctively, whether it was an ally or an enemy.

You’ll be amazed if you win five by yourself.

If you fight against the White Legion alone, you will live up to your morale.

But what about the man who single-handedly annihilated a squad and got a whip of life?

Farr, my whole body trembles with goosebumps on my arms.

That’s our king?

King Fraunmoont?

Heroes of the war?

Is that who the hero is?

They’re all dead. Dumby’s a runaway fairy.

The number of people who died from bolting was within ten. The fairy chose resistance and rebellion over surrender.

The result was in front of my eyes.

The brains and intestines, blood and bones, skin and green eyes were scattered all over the floor.

Tak!

One by one, the campfire illuminates the area. You hear the sound of smashing flint because it is not enough.

Stop turning it on.

I don’t want to see it.

The ranger howls inside.

Exactly.

“Son, come to your senses. ”

The ranger looks back, shocked by the back of his head. It was a reflexive action.

The perception of being hit came later.

I can see the face of the person who hit me, but I can’t make a swear speech.

Ranger opens his mouth.

“Commander.”

“Where are we? ”

“… the forest? ”

Murdock gives an impression of a stupid answer.

“It’s the battlefield, you son of a bitch. If you don’t want to die by stitching elf arrows into your head, keep your eyes open and your stomach tight.” ”

The ranger nods his head and looks at the field of corpses in front of him.

Will the trees grow there, too? A useless thought erodes my head.

He picks up the shovel because the more he thinks, the more scared he is.

“Round.”

Murdock’s orders have been dropped. You dug a circle around the body.

The place where the trees were broken and the ground was scattered became an awkward basin.

“Put it on.”

The fire burns. The broken branch doesn’t wither, so the fire doesn’t catch on.

The smell of burning raw wood mixed with the smell of burning corpse.

As I turned away from the wind, the smoke flowed to one side.

In between, there was a monarch who bowed in blood. He looks at the smoke and spits out the horse like a spit.

“Bastards.”

I wonder if he was angry after killing them all.

Ranger was unknown. Burn the bodies and they return.

“I’m glad you’re okay. ”

Lynd Sonate, the monarch’s knight and soldier, greets them.

Murdock, who had a few words with Lind, gathered a group of rangers and said,

“Stay here today and move back to the operation area tomorrow. Good work today.”

A ranger unit in the boarding house was filled with liquor and food.

The pot returned, but there was some leftovers. Rangers drank three or four drinks.

“I thought you said you were taking off your shift. ”

“I saw that today. ”

It was not just me who was shocked.

On one side you can see a crow squad, a direct unit of Lord Lynd Sonate, bouncing off a protest and entering training.

Everyday exercises like this, where you can bounce to see the surrounding terrain and climb and drop on it, were in the process of training in other countries, but not in other countries.

Training? This is the battlefield. It was not a place to relax.

There was a question, but there was no way to resolve it.

After a few drinks, I felt relieved.

“Where are you going? ”

“To get water. ”

The ranger gets up after dancing to his trousers. It was when I could find a quiet place to walk.

“The warrior’s name was Baxter, right? ”

My ears stood still.

My gaze naturally flowed to my side.

I saw the king. It was not a shortsighted figure from the previous battle.

Armor and spears resemble the shape of the dragon that symbolizes him. I saw a soldier standing next to him.

Why is the king here? With a soldier, too?

“Yes.”

“What’s your brother’s name? ”

“It’s Janice.”

“Join the supplies and return. ”

I felt like my pee was going to burst, but I could hear it all from here.

‘I don’t think he cares. ’

“I don’t want to.”

The soldier rebelled.

Ranger swallows saliva without even knowing it. If you knew what your monarch did in combat, you wouldn’t be able to say it so easily.

“Fifty-nine dead. ”

The king opens his mouth.

“Yes.”

“There are thirty soldiers to return to. ”

I felt like saying something.

“Someone lost a comrade, someone lost a family, and someone lost a part of their body in the attack. ”

“Yes, I lost a friend. ”

“And I lost an arm. ”

Are you hurt?

The ranger sticks his head out. The wind blows and you see the soldier’s sleeves fluttering. Your elbows look hollow.

“I’ll still fight. ”

“Suit yourself. ”

A thorn stands on the king’s tongue, but the soldier casually turns around.

The Ranger looked at it and thought,

What if there was a setback today? ’

Commander Murdock said before he left. Don’t step forward. Just stay sharp.

“Then who fights? ”

“The battle begins on the other side and ends. ”

Why would I do that?

Ranger didn’t know what it meant.

“Bastards.”

The king recites: A tone and tone that is no different than the one he heard while burning the body.

He was angry.

The ranger had a little epiphany.

If the operation had been compromised, the person who had to die on that battlefield could have been himself, not a fairy.

Fairy cubs love assassination with surprise attacks, hitting allies behind their backs.

I might not be able to see the face I saw today tomorrow.

“Hey, you said you were going to get water. It wasn’t the water, was it the other water? ”

A colleague who just showed up said,

“Hey.”

“Why?”

“If I die today, will we die? ”

“Fuck, is that what you call it? Those bastards were fierce when they saw them shoot arrows. ”

The elf’s bows were fierce. It was sharp and flew from unexpected angles.

He shoots from above the tree, leaning to the side.

It was an archery based on an amazing sense of balance.

‘We were the crossbows. ’

Fighting at close range is advantageous, but it takes time to load.

What if Chris Fraunmoont had fought without a king who had become a brutal slayer?

Spooky.

I felt goosebumps on my neck. It was a simple fact. It was invisible because it was consumed by fear.

Shoot him.

You hear your colleague urinating. I was about to burst my bladder, so I quickly took off my pants.

Shoot. Liberation and excitement started from beneath the belly and spread throughout the body.

And the Ranger realized that.

How do we fight to eliminate casualties?

Kill them all by yourself.

Without abilities, it would be the best tactic.

Murdock said this battle would never end with Ranger troops on the front lines.

What’s the matter with you?

Though skillful in terrain combat, in conclusion, it was difficult to see colleagues, including yourself, as professional soldiers.

Though highly trained, of course, they were usually herbalists and watchers guarding behind Castle Prawnmund during the exhibition.

‘Ah.’

Chimney. After clearing the rest of the urine, the ranger recalls those who were still involved in the training.

Lynd’s crow squad.

They were real soldiers. Who Orloth trains, eats, cheaps and sleeps for battle.

“Let’s go.”

A colleague slaps him on the shoulder.

Strange. The terror that had consumed him all along disappeared.

Ranger laughs.

The king fought to avoid casualties on his own troops.

That’s right. Where is the angry monarch at the death of an ally?

“Yes, let’s go.”

Then I felt relieved. He felt the burden of his mind vanish with the urine.

The next day at sunrise, the troops marched under Murdock’s command.

And the main army began to move forward.

At the forefront was Sir Digo, a knight as big as a bear as always.