The first troops in sight ca from the east, south-west, north-west and all sides. It was they who arrived first.
The distant globe made by others is still on the other side of the plain, and only they were almost confident in the fortress.
Among other things, the knight who was at the forefront pushed the line alone and was already arriving at my nose.
Bla it.
Without slowing down the horse, the knight kicks his back and sneaks up.
Bang, quad, quad.
Behind the heavy landing noise of a heavily ard knight, a steel boot scratches the floor.
In the cloudy dirt, the knight lifts the visor of the helt.
A dusty, starry, black-eyed face running through the wasteland.
It was Arwen.
Coughbuck.
The snowy Arwen saluted him with a small bow.
There was neither the greeting of the passage reunion, nor an explanation of the circumstances that had arrived sooner than I thought. I didn't even ask for the report of the Great Hemisphere that confronted and the fairies in front of the fort.
She just stood by and quietly raised her voice.
It's more than that.
I just added one sword. The fact that Arwen has been empowered will never satisfy a monster sigrun.
The mont I encountered her energy, I felt comfortable.
Just a sharp gesture, a nervous beating heart was remarkably stable.
It felt like it was complete now.
I gave strength to the hand that held the body, and saw Sigrun.
I frowned without knowing.
Sigrun was staring at with horse-eyed eyes.
The bristles of his head twitched in the radiance of his eyes.
"You are so compassionate that you are among those I have seen. "
She turns her head.
At the end were my knights. Eli, Adelia, Carls, the many knights behind , the rangers, and Vincent.
"I said Winter Holy Week. So was that old knight back then, and so did they. "
Her gaze as she looked at them ca to Arwen's face.
"And so does she. "
She licks her red lips like a pogranate and turns her head to again.
An ominous glow began to gush out from the inside of his eyes.
"A glowing soul. "
Sigrun's face was refreshed as if his soul had escaped.
"You, no way..."
"Perhaps she is one of His Majesty's stars, the shiniest. "
Her eyes curled as if she had drawn.
The back neck was stiff. The hot heart instantly cooled.
"Sigrun!"
When I woke up, I was moving with a loud shout.
I grabbed the sword with my strength. I stepped out with a twinkle at the end of the sword.
I chased Arwen with my eyes.
A green shadow pops out in front of her nose.
The silver trajectory rises.
I drew a sword towards Arwen and the green shadow, in the middle of it, without hesitation.
I reached out one hand before I could complete the trajectory of the sword.
Touch of heavy iron touched my fingertips.
I couldn't even think about it. I instinctively pulled an iron chunk, Arwen.
She twists her body in my arms and draws a sword between my armpits.
Bang! Bang!
Two torn ears.
I fell in love with Elder High Elves' screening of the monsters I encountered without being able to extract enough Uncher energy due to their urgent movents.
I raised my head with cloudy eyes and chased after Sigrun.
There was dirt everywhere.
It was only Arwen in my arms that I saw her bloom to dust in the middle of my eyes.
I looked at Arwen in the face of Paris.
The iron gloves on the right hand burst into pieces. The hand was bloody. From wrist to shoulder, the iron armor was also dented as it was dented.
After frowning her glans, she waxed and vomited a handful of blood.
"Argh..."
"Your Majesty."
She called with a firm face.
"The enemy has not yet retreated. "
"What?"
"Let go of . "
Before even answering Mitcher, Arwen pushed away.
It was a whirlwind, but as usual, she threw off her torn gloves and grabbed the armor of her wrists, elbows, and shoulders that prevented from doing my job.
The armor that had already beco like a vine fell down.
It reveals bare, bloody skin.
A horrible wound that made the seer frown on , but she did not frown.
I felt no pain, but I just put up my sword.
But there was a small stain on the tip of the sword.
If you don't care, you won't notice, it was only a few drops, but it was clear blood.
Before I realized who the owner of that blood was, she rolled her feet and blew herself away.
Bang, bang!
Mud that hasn't been cleared yet, beyond that, was already a terrible battle.
Beyond the scattered field of view, a pale black light and golden flashes flashed.
It was Eli and Adelia's energy.
Soon, Arwen's sword and energy were added.
Sasasasak.
Above my head, I hear the sound of the iron brains blown by the rangers tearing the sky apart.
Later, I stepped up to join the battle.
No, I tried to take a step.
But I couldn't move a single foot.
Pulling Mana out was just about strengthening and enduring the broken knee.
At that mont I realized.
I told Sigrun from the beginning that I had played.
Aiming for Arwen, showing how to live to stop the flesh, it was simply a pod to cripple easily.
What she truly wants is for to remain an audience.
It would be the end of this play she's been preparing for all these years.
It was the twisted Elder High Elf's way of enjoying the dinner, and it was the tragic end of many heroes who were born before.
I drew this evil energy.
However, the ability I have now was not enough to overco the energy that Elder High Elves have determined and infiltrated for millennia.
I breathed roughly, provoking a frozen manahart.
I saw the battlefield unfolding in the snow and finally barefoot.
An Eli who constantly rebukes my poem and draws down his sword.
Adelia was stunned with a glorious clerk all over her.
Arwen joins later and pours out scenery like teor shower.
The bitter screenings that will tear the enemy apart in an instant.
But Sigrun was not dizzy.
Born to be a hero, Razor was the hero of the clan, and he lived a long ti and was a relentless creature.
Even the dragon slayer, which had already been carrying the dragon dragon 400 years ago, was so easily dispersed in front of monsters that it could not be guaranteed a battle.
Eli rolls the floor. Adelia vomits blood and bounces out. Arwen quickly beca bloody.
But no one withdrew.
Eli, who rolled the floor, got up and ran to Sigrun. Adelia, who had bounced far away, ran again. The bloody Arwen pours a screening on Sigrun.
You must have already felt it.
In the face of how strong Sigrun is, the transcendent power she possesses, she realizes that the sword she grinds and wipes all her life can be broken in vain.
I'm sure they were all feeling stubborn.
Nevertheless, their montum has not been slight since the beginning of the battle, so they risked their lives on the Ilbo, and their lifeti on the Ilbo was more magnificent than desperate.
Then the ancient rangers, including Jordan, helped them.
Sasasac.
In the chaos between the unstoppable lions and Sigrun, the rangers marvellously aim for Sigrun and shoot the iron brains.
Although none of the brains they fired touched Sigrun's body, it was enough to annoy him.
The fact that Sigrun has lived beyond the threshold of transcendence for a long ti doesn't an that the arrows don't stick.
The Knights of the North were also not just playing.
The Knights of the North beat the Sentinels' dust without rest.
Two or three of the old royal knights, including Guerwain, gathered to overthrow the slow sentinels one by one.
Doodoodoo-doo.
The knights and armies of the kingdom rushed towards the fortress.
"Out of my way! I'm stuck! "
They were subjected to sentinel dust just as they ran without hesitation.
Bang!
With heavy noise, sentinels' bodies sprung up everywhere.
The Knights dig through the fallen dust.
"Don't let one live! "
At the forefront, there were old knights who were filled with Sword Auror.
So the Knights of the Kingdom completely annihilated Sentinels.
And the play prepared by the evil elf ca to an end.
"I don't get tired of seeing it anyti. "
A horrible voice dug into my ear.
"It's the most magnificent and beautiful sight that humans have ever seen in their lives to overco frustration. "
The screams of the terminals, which were hitting from all sides, stopped. The sound of hitting the barrel, which continued indefinitely, knocked and stopped.
The battlefield stops fighting, and everyone looks at one place as if they made a promise.
Sigrun was in the middle of their gaze.
"But unfortunately, my taste is not for adversarial humans, but for them to be shattered in vain hope. "
She threw off the mask of a good fairy and made dry eyes like the sand in the desert.
"Just like now. "
Aggravation!
A trendous energy erged from her body.
"Resonant the Ring and resist! "
"Pull out your energy and protect yourself! "
The Knights of the North and the Knights of Earl Branburg, who experienced war with Warlord, shouted out in haste as if they had made a promise.
However, since Sigrun was incomparable with Warlord, the resonance caused by the knights of the close to a thousand rings in front of her natural presence was rely insignificant and unmistakable.
The presence of monsters who greedily wished to live a thousand years to reach my high places was enough to tear the souls of those who did not achieve upliftnt.
Soldiers fall to the ground with their throats grabbed. Blood gushed out of the eyes, nose, ears and mouth of the rangers who held it back from evil.
Knights shudder with bloody eyes.
Perhaps if we stay here any longer, the soldiers will scream as they are, and the strong rangers will be struck by the spirit and backed up. The knights will also destroy the Ring and Manahart and beco ruined.
And such things will happen in all the kingdoms.
I asured the power of Sigrun.
And finally, I could look into her power.
"You can't be half the life span. "
I muttered in vain.
The screening was complex.
I closed my eyes.
Thoughts ca and went that could not be put into my head. That much emotion blossod in my heart and I lost again.
But when I opened my eyes again, all I had left was a little regret and a little regret.
"Vincent."
I called Vincent over the wall.
Despite being desperately resistant to the energy of Sigrun, Vincent heard my voice and turned his head toward .
"Arwen. Adelia. "
Carls, Jordan, and...
I in turn called upon the nas of those whom I love.
I put their faces in my eyes one by one.
My knights, whose gaze was on , opened their eyes.
Seeing them like that,
"I had a good dream thanks to you. "
I just smiled.
That's probably one of the smiles I made in my life.
It would have been the brightest laugh.
I turned around.
"I, Your Majesty! "
Arwen and Adelia scread backwards.
Puwook.
I put a sword in my chest.
My body, my half. Towards my heart, exactly.
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