Saikyou Mahoushi no Inton Keikaku

The operation originally presented by Ars compelled the opponent to assume that the knight Knight was Ars, on which he would take on Orneus and Circilla.

Tesfir must always keep giving orders to do so. That is an order to the extent that it does not seem unnatural to do so while relying only on the light points shown on the map to grasp the state of the war.

As a measure, Tesfir is based at a relatively close distance.

The number of orders always left me in a state of waiting for additions, but I couldn't help it. At first camouflage the range of instructions by allowing room and digesting two portions at once.

That's right. Ars also had a sweet look at the restrictions, which should be said of Orneus' strength and the pitfalls of Tempram. Because I couldn't fish them both at the same time as a result.

Fortunately, that can also be said to the faction here, and Archer, who is currently stopping Silsilla, has also exceeded Ars' expectations.

Not to the point of zero deduction, but to the extent that it could be corrected enough.

The obstacle to the operation is small if the opponent does not even realize the existence of the real knight Knight, who led him into the infantry.

Later, Tesfir was entrusted with trying to figure it out.

But it happened unexpectedly.

It's a left-wing, outbreak of infantry engagement. This is a lot faster than expected. Ars realized for the first time that he had been slapped before he unfolded under Tesfir's orders.

Originally, Ars intended to map all of his opponents' infantry, Pawn, while fighting. It's about taking Orneus and letting Isle do this mapping.

It had to be avoided to reduce the battle power difference between the infantry "Pawn" before a full-scale king's take. But in fact, the decisive mistake is that three (...) people are also incapable of fighting.

Did the other person's reading win, or did Tesfir speed up the judgment? Either way, this hurts.

End the five-minute engagement exactly.

How to fill the hole after that, that was what hung on Tesfir's shoulder.

But Ars sees the worst signs of development the next time he acts. Orneus, who was supposed to follow us, turned back at right angles.

There was only one reason I could think of. The existence of the knight Knight was broken. In whatever form Ars was initially scheduled, he eventually needed to keep Orneus and Circilla together. This has to work with Archer and keep everything attractive.

Worst and desperate, I have a feeling it leads directly to defeat. Whether it's a mistake or not, we have to stop at any rate, given the possibility that Als' predictions are in the middle. However, orders from Tesfir were not given immediately.

Because if the operation had been successful, you couldn't have known the existence of Knight, a knight wearing a veil of transparency. Ir makes me dive into my nostalgia without knowing the impending fear.

Any strong man will never win or lose. That doesn't have to be Ars to know. That is why the ability to deal calmly in any situation is questioned.

It's important to get your attitude in order. Whoever directs always weighs victories and losses. Even if that were a slight path, a winning chance like a sweep, we'd have to circle the way to win.

But in any operation, there is a liver. As long as it is, if it is there, it is still advantageous to rebuild, but this time it will be the Knight of the Knight.

Ars finally captured Orneus after a few dozen seconds of loss, as he was played. But the hour is already late, and the soldier, who is seen as the knight of the battalion, pales his face and just looks at the bracelet broken in two.

The look on his face alone makes him wonderful. Ars almost gave up once and for all. I guess it was a reset until I worked out the next measure, to be exact.

"Why..."

So overflowing a man's regret for becoming incapable of fighting and why? I sneeze my face in such a way that I don't know the division, as the question has crossed. Regret, feeling unrepentant broke a man's knee.

Within Als' sight, Orneus has just finished reporting to the King using his bracelet.

Now, there's no way to tell Tesfir what Ars is going to do next. One-way orders can't make contact from this side.

(Does it make any difference what I can do after all? Okay, what are we gonna do, Fia)

Orneus in sight seemed to realize that the opponent he defeated was the knight Night. And you must have figured this out to be a big step toward winning, but Orneus' expression insists he wants to fight and distorts him like a wuss.

Even then, it became necessary to attract them.

Shortly after Orneus ran, a new order was given to Ars. That doesn't add up to the battle between Miltoria and Silsila. It was simply a cheap order to draw on this side.

This order denied it, even though we needed to rendezvous once to rebuild it and surely tailor Orneus and Circilla, no matter how long it took.

But Ars listens to the order with joy. It was from that hunch that you'd do something.

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Silsilla had an even more unpleasant feeling when Isle questioned and misplaced Tesfir's order.

That's because I've been regularly ordered to do so since I've been here and interrupted.

Silsila was causing her opponents to recruit more than a struggle to show off a fraction of what would not be fatal.

I want to break through this long-range magic siege net as soon as possible and do my original part. At the same time, I couldn't help but feel the kind of crisis that was getting on with their thoughts over time.

Work has been going on for over ten minutes looking for a breakthrough to keep moving and see if I can find a hole somewhere. A barren waste of time and health was just more plunder wounds.

I never thought that being so magically restricted would limit my actions even in Tempram. That's all the opponents are used to fighting. No, I even felt like I knew all about Tempram.

I can't succeed in an unparalleled range magic without seeing myself somewhere. But all I noticed when I moved around was that I wasn't around.

In other words, he will have the art of capturing the way out in Tempram, the exact location of his opponent besides the king.

That's why Silsilla couldn't wipe off her unpleasant hunch.

Eat the stops for good. I can't help but think that the evolution of the war situation seems to be moving as the opponent thinks.

Silsilla still had to move around looking for a way to open it. If you stop your leg, it will blink. Soon, many wind arrows will pierce you.

It's not a lot of magic on its own, but it's bearable with a few direct hits. Not enough to capture speed either. The level at which you can notice enough and then react. That's because it's too vast.

It was as if the rain were falling from all directions. The trees have been crushed and the terrain has changed only here.

Heavy rain that won't stop coming down when the scaffolding gets worse. Decide the ground to dig it up and crush the trees.

Magic other than archer Archer must basically contain the expression coordinates within 1 m of the circumference. What's more, it's more accurate to be as familiar as possible in configuring restricted magic into magic.

That's why the magic of the ice system she rolls out is also exposed to an arrow storm before it works to the fullest.

In such a sense of impatience she begged for orders from Isle.

"What a hassle..................!! Dear Isle!!

Tilt your consciousness so that you don't miss hearing by pressing one hand against the communication device. Immediate return. That was all, but the voice of the Lord was badly disturbed.

"Dear Isle, what have you done!!

Naturally, one-way communication equipment blocks Silsila's voice. The sense of impatience raised creates a driving force that brings her to the Lord as soon as possible.

The moving foot leaves the wind arrow behind and moves around forcefully.

"There must be a hole somewhere, it's impossible to cover all this range"

Let me tell you, move your legs to the limit, and put the arrows down. Still, I knew in previous battles that I had been prefetched the movement.

But now Silsilla has a slight gap that looks like a light.

A slight loophole captured at the edge of vision. I was convinced that was the only path that would lead to Isle. Skillfully bow the arrow and hold back the rush to the critical. I waited a few seconds for the comma to break, not even caring about the arrows that would plunder my shoulders.

And that comes unexpectedly early.

(Now -!!)

Running at the highest speed in a straight line, he got out of the cage where he was trapped. But at that moment Silsilla heard a mockery within herself.

Shortly after he thinks he's out of the cage, Silsilla hears the crushing noise up close he's unfamiliar with hearing. It happened when time slowed down consciously. When she realized she was slowly moving around, even though she was going to rush faster than anyone else, she felt chills over why she could easily escape her intentions.

The running leg showed her the moment gracefully as if it had been stopped from sewing in the universe.

Yes, the wind arrows falling from overhead pass right next to Silsilla's face, destroying the bracelet precisely.

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Miltoria watched Silsilla's actions trying to get out of the siege. No, the old woman I was feeling lifts her cheeks in a moist face. The arrows that were produced from time to time are no longer produced during the period.

"You're young. Some of them will look a little older, and there's nothing easier to do than prioritize emotions."

Slowly raising her hips, the old woman held a cane and dropped her tip to pierce her towards the ground. The perceived wind arrow flips the riddle far above.

"Well, this will keep Sisty's face. I want you to stop hurting your old body. If you think I've seen your face once in a while, bring in trouble, and then I'll have to tell you a little bit."

At some floating rate, Mirtoria walked out towards the self-defense. Whether we would later give way to the young, or whether we were going to thoroughly defend ourselves before the king, or not to lend a hand any more, we can only know Miltoria, which was to join us abruptly.

wand and his other hand is attached to his hips behind his back. It was a light-hearted step for my age, as I would say sometimes walking isn't too bad.

Nevertheless, the magic that exited the old woman continued to be controlled by the bracelet from start to finish.