74 74. 24. Half, and half (1) (1/2)

“Stab, stab! ”

Someone shouted like a scream. It was not the voice of a spearhead officer. But the soldiers, who were as frightened as screams, had no reason to tell whose voice it was.

The spearheaders seize the spear.

”Evil!”

Heavy Armored Infantry soldiers who stopped the Yonke Oak Warrior attack scream after getting their backs on the spears of their allies. At the same time, the Orc Warriors once again take down their shields.

The ranks of the Allied forces, which were barely sustained, collapsed in an instant.

“All Knights, forward! ”

Then someone shouted.

It was a distinct voice, the two-prince Maximilian, distinct from the frightened scream.

Knights joined us one step late. Their swords cut off the Orc Warriors with a lot of radiance. They pushed the pushed forward again, filling the positions of heavy infantry.

“Tired of bastards! ”

Bernardo Eli just spit on Oak Warrior's neck.

“Let's leave the front to the knights and clear the back! ”

Here, Arwen Kirgayen shouts. An oak warrior pierces her chest with a sword.

(chuckles)

After twisting the sword, she threw up the lions.

“Take care of the fallen Orcs! ”

Soldiers awake in a gloomy voice poke spears into the body of fallen Orc Warriors.

Arwen's gaze turned toward me.

Knights were able to rearrange their positions instead of heavy infantry, but the problem was the Orc Warriors who had already jumped into the middle of the faction.

In a short time, quite a number of Orcs dig among the soldiers. Because of the orcs making such a fuss, the soldiers of the front are not helping the knights properly because they care about their backs.

No matter how brilliant the knight is, if he is stabbed in the axe, his head is split and if he is stabbed in the window, his lungs and organs are torn. I had to clear the rear as soon as possible so that the heavily armed infantrymen could support the knights properly.

Arwen teases the sword busy.

She focuses on the lower body of the Orc Warriors. An Orc Warrior with amputated legs will be able to deal with ordinary soldiers.

She shakes around and cuts off the legs of the Orc Warriors.

Bernardo Eli follows her and attacks the lower body of the Orcs.

Orcs with amputated legs scream and the soldiers' spears and swords are snatched.

Bernard utters a profanity at the smell of bitter blood that digs his nose.

“The smell of blood! It stinks of pee! It stinks of fucking dead bodies! ”

The Orc's hand axe flies toward the back of Bernardo Eli, who kept his mouth shut.

“Watch your head! ”

The axe bounces off Arwen's sword with a thud.

“Ike! Thank you! ”

The sword of Bernardo, who rolled the floor, cut off the legs of the Orc Warrior who was taking pictures of the back of the Knight.

“I don't need to thank you...”

Evil.

Bernardo twists his back in a spooky energy. The Orc Warrior grabs the spear and strangles Arwen's sword.

“What did you say? ”

Arwen, who wiped the blood on his face, asked.

“Nothing.”

Bernardo grabs the sword with a shriveled face.

Bernardo cries out after cutting off the legs of the Orc Warriors for a while.

“Really! It's just us! ”

Gurrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr

“Goddamn King...”

Evil.

A blue sword grazes Bernardo's cheek.

“Watch your mouth.”

Bernardo closes his mouth after seeing Arwen's cool eyes.

“You know, you're thinking horribly. ”

But it's not long before I can get my mouth back on. My face looks like a heartbroken boy again.

“Damn it!”

At the same time, the party that blasphemed Bernardo for lack of virtue for suffering only themselves so much was resting in an abandoned fortress somewhere south of the battlefield.

* *

Someone snapped his shoulder.

”Hmm?”

A ruthless man dared hit the prince's shoulder and looked back, and there was a woman with a green cloak.

An elf who opened the way for me and my knights who were retreating due to the failure of the operation, she was one of the nineteen swordheeds of the Rainbow Tree clan that Sigrun gave me.

His name was Gunne.

“Why?”

When I asked for a favor, Gunne reached out his hands and moved forward busy.

The Elves' sign language.

I made an unexpected impression.

I've been bothered since I tried to reinterpret an incomprehensible sign language.

But I wasn't angry with Gunne.

She didn't speak with her tongue cut off. And it was Sigrun who cut off the tongue.

She stayed with me because of the needs of me and the Elder High Elves, but unfortunately her owner was a traitor who didn't even trust my men.

And that personality traitor had the power to ruin other people's lives.

This time it was the tongue of the Swordsmen.

Sigrun, that lunatic elf cut off the tongue of his men, fearing that the Swordsmen would steal my poem first.

It's a catastrophe where obsession, monogamy, and evil have been harmonized.

It was the swordfish who felt sorry for me, and I was the one who was desperate.

“Southern? Ever? Um... warrior? No, combat? ”

I frowned after barely interpreting her sign language.

I just got in touch.

Gunne's hand moved busy.

Right After, Other, Orcs

And my eyes and my head were busy.

She held her hand up and swung a couple of times.

It meant ”war.”

Chuck.

The gesture of raising both hands and bowing down like a prayer meant ”Monarch” or ”King.”

“War... monarch? ”

And by combining those two words, I became the name of a cool guy to drink.

Warlord. The King of Orcs, who defeated Winter Castle, has almost reached the Rheintes River's line of defense.

“Pack your bags! ”

The look on the rangers and knights' faces changed as they freed up nearby.

Their eyes asked me. I nodded.

A blue glare burst out from the eyes of the knights. The rangers' eyes were lit.

“If we catch him, we'll take him out and sprinkle him in the winter castle. ”

“Let's stuffed our heads to the gates. ”

The knights grilled it and said,

“His eyeballs are mine. ”

The captain of the Black Spear Soldier, whose eyes are blurred, bursts into the air.

The last defeat will be in the image of knights who are not inside.

I will make it so.

Someone might ask me.

Even though I fought with the Knight of the Ring Four, the only one who could barely save his life lived with his mouth.

That's not wrong.

The defeat is true, and it is true that Warlord's speculation has shaken and almost destroyed him. It is true that he has barely survived.

But that did not mean that my words were a blurred resolution.

Previously, I considered Warlord to be a fighter and a winner.

I intend to defeat him justifiably and finally win an equal fight with him.

It was an extremely justified and straightforward idea, and it was a mindset that resulted from half my life as a new sword.

If you come to think about it now, how small it is.