"Ola! Die, Cine, Shine."
The spear, which is a weapon in his hand, spears and spears over and over again.
I joined the Marshall Mercenaries, and then I went to the battlefield without leaving much time.
The first actual battle was tense.
It's completely different from the Labyrinth.
Many humans divide into enemies and kill each other.
At first, I was afraid of the air on the battlefield.
But I was able to quickly change my mind and fight.
Probably because I've killed them in the labyrinth.
Besides, I knew I'd die soon if I didn't want to kill the other soldier.
If you don't kill me, I'll kill you.
After all, mercenary groups hired for gold were often thrown into harsh battlefields.
I never thought it would be so dangerous to be hired for money and go to war.
Well, I asked a member of the mercenary regiment later, but I was convinced.
People like us who hire mercenary operatives to fight are basically trying to push us into a dangerous position.
Convenient commas that work as many times as you want.
That was mercenary treatment.
That's why they're sending you to the most fierce war zone.
But the reward you get for spending your life is just enough money to spend your days, and it's a lot of money.
At least in order for everyone in the regiment to eat, they must always be hired somewhere to leave the battlefield.
The Marshall Mercenaries I belonged to were so at war everywhere.
The only salvation would have been the smart one in the Marshall Mercenaries.
There was a smart guy who negotiated and identified his employer so he wouldn't be sent to a dangerous place.
It is said that this mercenary regiment has been formed thanks to the man who set up the mercenary regiment with the commander.
Well, the commander was strong, but he wasn't very smart from my point of view.
I was quite active in such a mercenary regiment.
Still, my body was thin, but they had the power to collect stiffness and penetration .
Thanks to this force, just sticking out a spear worked anyway.
Besides, I think it would have been good to have Healing Power Enhancement .
Some injuries healed properly and my health recovered faster than usual.
That's why I did my best.
I tried my best and kept putting a spear in front of the opponent.
I was born in the Labyrinth Street and lived there all my life, so I didn't know anything about the outside world.
I was taught by other people and gradually learned various things.
There seems to be frequent fighting outside the city.
I also heard that the work of the mercenary regiment will not be interrupted due to the fighting over there.
It seemed true.
I fought various opponents everywhere.
I mean, I kept fighting until I didn't know where I was right now and who I was fighting.
When such a life lasted for many years, I heard rumors of the wind.
It seems that the Labyrinth Street has been destroyed.
I heard that such a small number of troops who had stormed from afar quickly lost and fell.
Look at that.
It was this word that naturally came out when I heard the story.
I don't know who he is, but I thought he did a good job.
I felt a little relieved.
But I couldn't say that kind of thing anymore.
The commander is dead.
The Commander, who was so strong, died lightly.
I just had a strong opponent.
The strong one won, and the commander was weak.
That was all.
I think the treatment of the Marshall Mercenaries by their employers has gradually changed since the captain's death.
I thought it was wise to succeed the commander.
Until now, I had been told that I had not crossed the dangerous bridge with the advice of that person.
But it wasn't.
What really mattered was that the commander was strong.
Little by little, the Marshall mercenaries were sent to more dangerous battlefields than ever before.
It seems that the flow could not be stopped just by being smart.
I knew it had to be strong.
The opponent will follow me as soon as he thinks I'm weak.
We need to be stronger.
So I even killed him.
I killed everything I could see.
Kill and kill, and [collect] strength from knights who occasionally meet on the battlefield.
Then, before I knew it, I became commander.
Everyone in the regiment was beginning to listen to me more than the wise.
I knew it was different from being strong.
I have to be strong.
Everyone started listening because I got stronger.
So I kept killing to be stronger.
And he killed the king.
I don't know why I was there.
Only when I was hired as a mercenary and entered King's Landing.
Menmen arrived in King's Landing and began looting.
However, my Marshall mercenaries were told to keep an eye on the outside of King's Landing and were driven away by the end.
At that time, there was a king among the men who tried to escape from the king's capital.
The clothes I was wearing were not so luxurious.
However, I got angry because I always felt like I was eating good food, and I encountered a white guy who didn't have enough sun to work in the field.
Kill the one who tries to escape.
That's what they said, so I killed him.
Then I got the magic.
It's magic to make salt.
I got the magic of the king.
And at the same time, my magic amount increased.
Probably enough magic for those knights to bundle up.
That's what they call the main class.
No, I got something stronger than the main class.
I got stronger.
More than knights, more than lords of nobility.
Then you should have something that matches that strength.
Land.
The mercenary regiment made me stronger and more famous, but I still had a low position forever.
If you are strong, you will not be insulted.
But the Mercenary Regiment is the only one down there.
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