168 168. 52. What kind of country is this? (1)

The whole battlefield was full of shouts.

Knights and soldiers of the Northern Coalition shouted the name of Balahad.

The Knights and Musketeers of the Royal Family, who live only for the glory and well-being of the Royal Family, were shouting the name of the Winter Castle, not the Royal Family.

It was my own tribute to the choice of those who might have given up spring and leapt into winter, and also my condolences for the infinite possibility that they would finally be able to leave frozen land and head into a warm southern world.

The lords and soldiers of the Northern Allied Army were no different either.

The resistance of the vigorous Orc Warlords was slowly ending, as all cried out the name of Balahad.

All that's left now is the Orcs, who are less than a platoon, and the Winter Castle troops have been fiercely attacked to besiege them.

I've heard them too.

"For Ballerhard! ”

With their mouths, they cried aloud like them.

Ehhhh.

And shortly after, I was able to cut off the throat of the orc that was resisting to the end.

There was no shouting.

I and the knights who destroyed the Orcs turned around and headed somewhere in the snowfield, as if they had made a promise.

That's where the battle of old Orcs and Masters begins.

Bang bang!

The heat burst in a row. The frozen earth is plunged into a window with red speculation and power.

That was all it was.

His spear does not reach the ends of the Masters' fur.

I just cut the floor without meaning, and I just cracked the air.

I watched the battle with a sword.

The wretched figure of an old oak, once called the king of kings, who led the warlords, was there.

An overload that screams in flames without being able to extinguish the flames that are made of salt.

This was proof that his weather was so damaged that he couldn't even handle it.

Now he's just a strong, hard-bodied monster.

And what was left of him was nothing in front of the master's joining forces.

Masters scatter their swords and their flesh falls out.

He screamed and resisted more vigorously. The more flames of souls that stick to his body, the stronger he burns.

Then, at some point, the flame completely swallowed his body.

Khhhhhhhh.

With a horrible scream, he swings his spear with a stabler.

Arwen digs a gap in that fierce window.

Spatula.

One of the flaming arms falls down.

Eli cuts off the legs of an old oak that screams. Even one leg left in Adelia's slaughter was cut off.

The swords of the old knight cut off his eyes.

Eeeeeeeeeeeeeee!

The one who straddles the floor with one remaining arm howls with pain and horror.

Mystery Surka stops scratching the axe.

“This is not mine. ”

Then he spit, spit, and turned.

The masters retreated as if they had made a promise.

Tubbuck, Tubbuck.

Vincent, panting, approaches him.

Save me...

Spatula.

Even before the end, with ugly begging, Vincent shoots down the sword like a fall.

The Valrhad family's bodyguard, which symbolizes the Lord, pierces the back of his neck.

He was grumpy.

Vincent twists the sword.

The truncated head was chopped to pieces, and he was thrown into a pool of blood.

The ugly face of a coward who was half-melted in the breath of a dragon, and who wanted to live a different life until the last moment.

Vincent walks around twisting and picks up that horrible thing.

“If we...”

He blinks as he closes his eyes for a moment. Then he raises the overload's head high.

“Victory!”

In the Lord's roar, the knights and soldiers burst into tears.

“I killed the king of the Orcs! ”

“We won! ”

With a bloody longsword and spear banging their breasts, they shout a victory like crazy.

"We've driven the monsters out! ”

The northern Allied Army and the reinforcements from the royal family shouted like such a madman.

[Poetry of Soul] A...

[Poetry of Domination]...

A roar that goes deep enough to bury even a message that resonates in your head.

I blocked the message.

All I have to hear now is the holy shout of victory that they got without compromise, not a bad message.

I saw those who shouted victory without blinking.

Don't miss a single one.

Some people could mock today's victory as a worthless victory for fools.

Perhaps some of those who were here today regretted what they had done today.

For the sake of fairness, can't pride and grudge be folded for a while?

Forgiveness is said to be worth more than any vengeance.

If anyone really says that, I will answer them.

It's for whom, and who dares to deny their choice.

When everyone was enjoying a warm summer, they were the only ones facing a harsh winter.

Forgiveness and vengeance are only the choice of the parties, and it is said that forgiveness is worth more than vengeance, just as it is written in the mouths of those who have not experienced it.

Today's victory was never worth it.

Also today's decision was never foolish.

They just chose.

Rather than choosing a momentary peace that would be achieved through compromise with cowards, they simply chose their own history and their own cause. Everyone did not turn away from the sound of their hearts shouting under the name of a convincing representative.

Even if you stand again in front of the blizzard and the sacred wind because of that choice.

How dare anyone deny their determination because it is the will of fools?

If I had, I would have come to my own house and crushed the stump.

I've already seen so much.

To stop the greater sacrifice, for the peace of the moment.

Nobles who lost their pride, knights who were defeated. The monarch who lost his strength.

Those who are heartbroken under the name of good will, those who walk back unconsciously when the name of the Empire comes out,

There were so many in this kingdom.

It has become a great strength for me that there are those who do not lose their resolve to this end in such a kingdom.

The way forward was a thorny path that could not be reached by a compromise.

“I won!”

I raised the overlord's head high and saw Vincent roaring.

Until a little while ago, the Master's energy and vigor were no longer felt.

The high sense of existence also disappeared like a lie.

I found out naturally.

Vincent's awakening was incomplete.

Maybe it was a temporary change in response to [wartime], or maybe the salt of vengeance burned in the flames of the soul and was just a moment of radiance.

As I am now, I was not sure of anything.

But I believed.

Even if it was only a single instant of radiance, his body and soul would grow constantly remembering today.

And soon there will be a glorious day like today.

It was a reward for the hardships and hardships he had endured in his previous life, and an honor promised to a firm, uncompromising man.

And it wasn't just the completion of his life that was promised to him.

“If I had compromised with Greenskin's monster, the Dwarves would never have found this castle again. ”

Mystery Surka approached me and said,

“We never share our friendship with hypocrites who break their will for a brief gain. ”

The dwarf's voice was dull, but there was an unmistakable fragrance in it.

“Their spirit is like a flame, and their soul is like iron. Our dwarves love those friends. ”

“Friend...”

It was never easy to hear a dwarf say he was a friend in his mouth.

Dwarves are stubborn craftsmen.

Those who did not know the compromise and lived for pure aspirations.

For them, compromise was a sin.

They simply did not recognize the opponent as a friend because they fought together and did not regard him as a friend because he showed good faith with so many gifts and favors.

They were extremely demanding, and they were a people of their own standards.

And if someone is lucky enough to be a dwarf's friend, and they're in big trouble, dwarves will be as vigorous as they are to help my people.

“As soon as I get back, I'm going to have to get some inspiration. ”

“What's wrong with the Mysters? ”

“Friends are hard. If you're gonna help me, you need to open the barn and move some heavy ass, because that's hard for me to do on my own. ”

I laughed without even knowing.

The blessing of fire and iron to the superior men was unexpected to me as well.

* *

The rangers scrambled their eyes overnight, rescuing the wounded, and collecting the remains of the warriors.

The damage to the rangers wasn't as great as I thought, because the knights had been actively up against the wall since the beginning of the war.

However, the damage inflicted by the soldiers of the Northern Alliance could never be ignored.

It was only right before the end of the battle that the Allied forces, who were close to the nature of the reserve, jumped into battle.

Nevertheless, they were perfectly confused by the oaks that had risen from the ground without difficulty, and had to suffer enormous damage.

For a short time, the Court Knights and the Royal Musketeers stepped up and captured the chaos, and they lost three halves of their entire troops.

The damage was never small enough to cheer for a difficult victory.

In the end, those who felt the need for reorganization decided to leave the winter months and return to my territory.

“Call me anytime. I'm going to run out of my way. ”

“Winter Castle is not alone, so don't forget that we are behind it. ”

At the moment of leaving, their faces were full of sincere words.

For as long as that moment, there was a willingness to spare them the enormous damage they had suffered.

We only had one winter together. It was a complete recapture of the northern meteorology that had been lost for many years.

Vincent expressed his deep gratitude for his goodwill and friendship and gave him a day's walk outside the South Gate.

It is also what I felt.

I lost a lot of things in this war, but I also gained a lot.

In fact, it was the same.

The walls and gates that were damaged by the violent battle had faces that were usually hard to see.

They were dwarves.

One hundred of the two hundred dwarves who participated in the battle remained and helped to repair the broken gates and walls.

“What kind of man supported the Iron Cannon! If you're going to do it, you should have educated them properly! Throw me the iron cannon and it's over! ”

Some of them also taught me how to use iron cannons by blowing up the distribution of iron cannons in clumsy rangers.

“At least 300 years ago. It might have been worth it back then, but not now. Proud to wear a bridge like that in a war is an affront to the pride of the clan. ”

Some dwarves also gave favors to the soldiers of the Royal Heavy Armored Musketeers who did not wish to improve their handguns.

“I assure you. I can't use this a few more times. Some of them are already broken, but if you use them a couple more times, others will look the same. ”

The old man was very troubled.

It was a pleasure for the Dwarves to see the weapons they made, but there were many difficulties in entrusting the upgrade to the Royal Treasures.

“It's an uncommon opportunity, so let's just close our eyes. ”

So I stepped up and persuaded the old man. The old knight knew which side was more profitable to the royal family, but he accepted my persuasion as if he could not win.

Vincent, returning from the evacuation of the lords, was shocked to see the dwarves who had suddenly become active.

But soon I was surprised and hung up on what I had to do.

The news flew out of the royal palace in preparation for tomorrow, repairing the damage caused by the war last winter.

[Sire! It's a big deal!]

Montpellier's voice echoes beyond the contact crystal ball.

“Why again. What's going on?”

It wasn't even once or twice, so I asked in a loud voice.

I thought it wouldn't be a big deal this time.

But it wasn't.