Because Janitor-san Is Not a Hero

Bass it snorted as he glimpsed the ceiling of the tent as the zodiac struck out.

It was originally unexpected. I was lucky enough to be suppressed by the snow white by bringing in jamsids for the demonstration.

You can't expect Jamside to lose once, but you can't leave here either. It will be enough if you keep it down until we secure Anahita. If you don't like that, where the Snow Whites stormed off, you can move as long as you keep even the Buryeags down.

"Drop your weapons. I want you to stay here. What, if you come to Anahita, you're with the same coalition. I'm not gonna make it bad."

The hostages only meant stopping the Goudals in the first place, and they weren't willing to use the hostages to kill the irresistible Goudals. Because if you do that, you will not be spared the scorn of cowardice, nor will you be able to take further hostages after everything is over.

"A fellow member of the same coalition? It would be a slave mistake"

On the slightest hope that the tribal coalition would disintegrate if it led to discord, the Goudals returned the word.

(... Nong et al will remain here. Chiefs and Falls join the Boats)

The bellies of the elders, who told them so with only a small exhalation, had already been decided.

Is it the Goudals, and perhaps Farood, who can fight the most powerful warrior Bath It of the Arwala in one strike? That also has a good chance of winning and five fifths.

There's no point in defeating Basit here. It is important that the chiefs and the warriors named Farood return to the convoy and protect Anahita.

The Goudals also agree with the elders by moving their fingers behind their back, where Farood spoke differently.

(... I'll stay)

If the elders remain and Goudals and Farood flee, Maryam will surely be killed. Now the elders and the Goudals were talking with that intention.

Then I will stay, fight Basit, and rescue Maryam.

Neither Farood nor Maryam had cemented their readiness to die, but they had not given up.

I didn't have time. Goudals and the elders snort as they hesitate.

If Farood decides to do this, he never gives in.

The fact that Nirufal could be found on the barely unprecedented female forehead was also due to Nirufal's strong will, his unrelenting efforts and the strong support of Falud, arguably stubborn.

"- Chiefs, it is not that I do not understand the thoughts of the Arwala tribe. If you get Anahita, it is obvious that you will kill Lord Mergado and try to grasp everything with your own hands. Desert men, what are you afraid of? I don't want to be the proud men who don't want to be at peace under someone's wind."

Everyone thought and mocked that the cornered Goudals had begun to beg for their lives.

"That's ugly, Goudal -"

"- Indeed, the man in the desert whom we know was a despicable, crude, relentless and harsh warrior. But no matter how distressed he was in his life, he entertained guests who had lost their way in the desert. I didn't hate to bleed as anyone else if it was for the tribe. Such a desert man was also our longing"

A strong tone blocked Basit and insulted him. I admired it from there, and said all the way to a abrupt confession in one breath. On one side, it was also a word that was not false.

That's why I gave insults, admiration, and confessions a truthful flavor that I could only beg for my life. The chiefs were surprised and lost as to whether those Buryeags thought that.

The Goudals were aiming for that slight gap in consciousness.

The sword was pulled out simultaneously, never even able to fight a battle, and when he turned his body round, he tore the tent apart and ran through it all at once.

"Chi!

Maryam was also taking action in line with the Goudals, but Basit flashes toward its back when it can't be shown by letting him escape to Maryam.

Blood caught my tail.

"- Urk."

It was the urk of the tumor lizard that jumped into the tent in the crisis of Maryam, the Lord, who was slashed.

"Pallas, Raha, you can't come"

But I didn't even hear such a stop to Maryam, and the parasol of the hairy eldest bird that jumped into the tent, the raja of the tooth cat, jumps onto the bass it.

- Out of the way.

Two flashes.

I just wielded it unconsciously. It cut off the two.

But in the meantime Farood rushes over and holds Maryam, sheltering him on his back.

Maryam stares at the fallen and lying warcraft, while sheltered by Farood's back. Tears seeped into his eyes.

"- Hi Sam, chase. You know that."

Basit commands Hitham as if he had never slashed or abandoned him, and gives his sights to the other chiefs as well.

Haitham only glanced at Maryam for a moment, then followed the escaped Goudals, plus the Chiefs.

"- If we don't rendezvous with the Boats, that's fine. Follow Lord Mergado's instructions."

Haitham gives instructions to the youth as they chase the Goudals and asks Mergado, the ruler of Gazlan.

As I run, I see a floating ship crashing into me.

That was the floating ship Rafal was looking for.

The Alwaras happened to find where it was indestructible, and they could torture and obey the crew and immigrants they secretly secured. Laro was not the only one in the clan to gain spiritual magic in a short period of time, for they were there.

Neither could the crew, who resisted stubbornly, defy immigrants and senior government officials as hostages, and thus stormed the boat regiment as instructed by Basit.

But with the exception of senior government officials, hostage men were put to work as slaves in salt making and mines, and women were all spoils of war for men. I would not do anything wrong if I followed the Arwala tribe. Basit lightly rebelled his promise to let him escape to the east.

Bassit didn't know where the hell he was headed.

Do you really think you can compete with a country in the west and win?

What the Goudals are saying is more realistic. I know it's pretty hard, but now is not the time to be fighting in the inner circle.

I accept that plunder, slavery and kidnapping marriages are born as desert men.

Blood retaliation is no way to live in this desert either.

Then that's all I'm glad for.

Take it, take it, kill it, kill it.

That's how we go back to the desert sand.

That should have been the desert man's way of life.

I have no choice but to deal with the country. Even in this desert, there are places that cannot be reached.

I still felt like I could give up if I were to live that way.

Faroud was confronted with Basit.

The opponent is the strongest warrior of the Arwala clan. I couldn't move cheaply.

"Farood? I hear the name. Come to Noon. If you come, she'll give it to you. We don't treat Anachta or the Buryeags like they're bad."

"... say no"

"Do you really think we can get away with this, Boat Regiment, Goudals, and you? What can that magician do? Not even at your feet, such as that man without the White Guardian Beast."

"... don't worry"

Farood looks for gaps as he talks, but he doesn't see them at all.

"I have no choice. Then die."

Basit grabbed the big axe that was standing behind him, knocking his body fluttering forward.

As soon as I saw it, the shock struck the sword that Farood had erected just for the sake of exploration.

Basit wields a boneless sword axe like an iron mass, mixed with a small sword and a battle axe, and a 'body weight ignored' big axe taken from Laro.

"... eh"

Farood is quickly flirted with by a strong body, as if he had embodied the desert wind.

I didn't have time to wave my sword, I could only take it with my sword, believing in my exploration.

As if both hands were another creature, a sword axe and a great axe strike from an incredible angle. It even seemed to deal with the lion and the flying dragon at the same time.

"- Gu."

Farood's arm, his leg, his back is deeply determined, and a heavy impact remains on his skeleton.

The blunt blow of the sword axe and the great axe accumulates both slaughter and blow in the falude.

Technology, experience, strength, speed and taste. I don't care which one you take.

Fallud, who solves people by beating them up, was already aware of that.

"Only my brothers live with the sword so much. Proud."

Farood says he's already been choosen all over his body, but not a single breath on Bass It. Defeat was imperative as it was.

But there's Maryam behind it. You couldn't lose.

Farood holds his sword on his right shoulder, which he stood in front of his body, holding its long pattern with both hands.

The room disappeared from the look on Basit's face when he saw the setup, and he left between swords without hesitation.

"Make it, don't be sorry that you're not my son"

Throw yourself out.

The only fangs held by a weak tribe just to be robbed were the most alarming for Basit, who has repeatedly plundered them. I adhere to the custom of not taking everything away from me, except in case I feared abandonment.

Farood stuffed his way into a questionably probing bath it unmasterfully.

It was a flash of surprise.

Fallud, who seemed to be a waiting hand, packed himself in time, Basit was surprised by its unexpectedness.

But only a few steps away the gap that was born, and Basit stuck a sword axe on Farood's shoulder, full of gaps, and it didn't.

Blood sprays up.

Basit looks back with a fast body twitch in an attempt to give him an even bigger blow, but there...

- The sword was swung down.

Too fast.

Instead of a sword axe, I didn't even have time to set up a big axe that ignored the weight of my body, and Bath It was cut deep into pieces.

It was a falude who jumped out of the bass it fell at the front and watched how it was going, but knelt down hard. It was losing power from all over me at once. It's like I'm back in the baby, I can't help myself.

It should be, too, that Farood was using 'body strengthening magic' and losing his power as a 'hero'.

When I once tried spiritual magic and couldn't use it at all, what the collector taught me. That was physical strengthening magic, but a great risk was anticipated for this.

"Heroes" are those who, at the end of their training and actual battle, activate the magic of physical strengthening without being aware of it. The hero's conscious use of physical enhancement magic creates the contradiction of 'performing physical enhancement in double'.

Possible powerful hands. That's what the collector guessed.

But it might not activate at all, and even if it did, I expected that after that, I would likely lose my powers as a hero. That there can be no contradiction between doing double physical enhancement magic.

That's why I only taught Farood how to do it and forbade him to try it.

Farood used this in his bump production.

Successfully, the moment the sword axe stabbed him in the shoulder, he activated the physical strengthening magic to the fullest, flipping himself and swallowing the sword on his right shoulder with full force.

For that moment, only that single blow made the contradiction of activating physical strengthening into a 'double' a reality.

If the physical enhancement magic didn't work, it was meant to be a match, but it worked out fine.

I don't even have the power to hold a sword now, but I still didn't mind.

"Fall, keep being so impotent"

Maryam rushes over and lends his shoulder to Farood, who was about to fall.

"... let's go back to the boat regiment"

To the usual voice of Farood, Maryam nods again and again, almost weeping.

"But wait a minute"

Say no to Farood, and then Maryam takes refuge in himself and goes to the three fallen.

He wasn't dead yet, but he seemed unconscious.

Fatal injuries are critical, but a collector might be able to cure them. Maryam thought so without giving up hope...

"- Gaaaaaaaaaa!"

Basit stood up as he bled out of a deep wound running into his chest.

The magic of Bass It enlivens the lightning elite.

Rising in the shape of a demon, Basit exercised his thunder elf magic with all his might, without omitting himself, while remaining a struggling instinct.

A short thunderbolt that rips iron apart.

But neither Maryam nor Fallud, who sheltered it, were unharmed.

It was Bass It that fell.

It was - Laro - who unleashed lightning elf magic before Bath It.

Laro was also about to be allowed to participate in this conflict, but he escaped following a gap where his powerful battle forces - Basit, Hytham and the Four Brothers - were on the front line. He showed no power at all, and cautioned that his surroundings were insulted by the thought of him as a weak magician.

That's how I was aiming at the tiger sight for the opportunity to discuss Bass It.

Rallo, who pierced the bass it with a centralized intermediate lightning elite magic, Thunderhammer, snatched back the big axe, Lobrus, of "Ignore Physical Weight," and bracketed it on his back, followed by a sword axe and translation magic equipment as well.

"- I deserve it. Die."

Laro chopped off Basit's neck with a big axe that still had breath.

Now I'm finally free. And then...

"Well, why don't you come with me?"

capturing and handing over the Arwala tribe alive. That was the deal with Rafal.

I don't need to defend such a deal now, but I'd rather have bargaining materials to defend myself than flee to the east like this.

……

Maryam stares at Kiki Laro, holding three warcraft falling down and a falud powerless in his body.

"Ha, I didn't expect you to use slavery and be rebelled by slaves"

I didn't like everything about this desert, not just the Alwala tribe for Laro. All tribes are guilty of the same crime because they are rampant slavery.

"Whatever you want. Well, I can't let that guy over there heal you, but if it's about those three warcraft, you can heal him. Instead, follow me closely."

Both hairy birds and tumor lizards are growing by as much as people's hips. It would be just right to carry Farood.

Maryam got lost.

Usually the Boats will come to help us, whether we are dropped into slavery or not. But would there be room for that in this emergency?

"I don't have time to get lost. I don't want to kill you and bring the man alone."

We plan to rendezvous with Rafal during this conflict. I don't have time to bring it.

"Okay. Help the Urks."

Laro recovers the three quickly and to the extent that he can move.

"... All right, let's go. Bring him in."

Maryam smiled slightly.

"- Urk, Raha, Pallas, don't run away."

Maryam screams.

I am not willing to beg for my life. I don't know where they'll take me, but if the Buryeags get kidnapped or something, all I have to do is wait for a tragic end. My father told me that it was true that every time my buddies would help me, but most of the time it was more about not making it.

Laro pounds his tongue and unleashes spiritual magic on the three and Maryam.

At that moment, the roar, the lightning, and the impact tore apart the tent.

The sand currents changed.

At that moment, Nirufal was popping up to the collector without thinking about poison or cold air -.

- but a white hurricane passes by so as to block it.

It was snow white that had been fighting Jamshid ever since we arrived in Gazlan.

Nirufal stops at its strong and dependable wind, but looks up at the night sky to a slight sound.

A glimmer of pale meteors was descending beneath the Zodiac.

Snow White got to Gazlan and fought all the time.

The nasty grin had disappeared, forcing him to fight a fed up but unafraid battle against Jamsid, who had only increased his intent to kill.

I had originally plotted to give him a glimpse at the big meeting, but I couldn't do it either because of the jamside, and Snow White was frustrated.

- Gugah!

Kill, kill, kill.

If you open your mouth, that's all. That's all Jamside was saying.

Despite the plethora of sunset and a night that should dominate snow and white, Jamsid sprinkles depressing thunderstorms and ejects a scorching blood crystal wrapped around his whole body without hating self-harm.

And there was no trace of dust to spare, and all the strength was devoted only to killing snow and white.

But strong.

Though there is no blast flame, there is a powerful thunderbolt, an iron wall blood crystal and regenerative ability, and a burning blood crystal that has never been before.

From Gazlan, the sailors and Azrona jumped, and even if a floating ship crashed into the convoy, I couldn't get around to you. If you look at Hiraki and the keeper, he's being impotent again.

It's annoying, annoying, and I just need to hurry up and defeat the jam cid in front of me.

In the meantime he was distracted only for a moment and his cheeks were choked.

It was distracted because the magic of the collector was repeatedly exploding and depleting.

I also knew Snow White was the trump card 'suicide bomber'.

I wasn't willing to let him use that stuff, but I let him use it.

If you let me use it, I need to pick you up. I have to go. Because I believed in myself and used 'suicide bombers'.

Impudent.

How many times will it be?

The same was true when Luge.

I decided I would definitely protect him, but I let him use it.

For some reason, the bravery of the parents I saw when I was a young girl was glitched.

Until that moment when you lose and fall down.

- G-on!

I would never let that happen.

A short, nocturnal roar.

Jamside swinging down a scorching red nail.

Snow White ate it from the front.

Jamsid looks at his front leg with a face that doesn't understand what happened.

- Gaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!

About half had disappeared. The wound is frozen and not even bleeding.

Dissolve it with your own heat, but don't go back what you lost with the same genitalia.

Scared.

I felt it when I lost to Snow White. That crawls up my spine.

Scared.

Jamsid looked at the snow white with frightened eyes.

Its entire body glows golden and something circulates around it at high speeds.

Snow White finally got serious. No, I could be serious.

I'm pretty sure it's been all I've ever done.

But the rules in living in a person's society tied snow and white unconsciously. Even when attacked, they don't fight back. Ignore me, even if I'm intimidated. That was certainly necessary in a person's society, but it also sealed the wildness of snow and white. In a way that could have been the fault of the collector. It was a vice that I had lived with people since I was a child.

But I came here, and it was completely unleashed.

Nestled in a crimson bracelet, the red lotus flying dragon's life essence stone shines in response to the magic of the snow and white overflowing, dyeing the entire body of the snow and white into a golden color with red and yellow crossings.

Plus ice sperm, and fusion with stone sperm.

Although ice cannot be wrapped in this desert, the sand chain saw guided the circulation of extremely cold air and sand at high speeds.

Fusion with spirits that are not difficult in man's body is also possible for Snow White, a warcraft. But at the same time, it cannot be merged with the Spirit of the 'Two Kinds'. No, I couldn't. Even Snow White's parents only blend with ice sperm.

But Snow White awakened his wildness and elevated his imagination into reality by adding the training, learning and experience he had built up so far.

The frozen sand storm was condensed and wrapped, frozen the jamside's front leg at the moment of staggering, instantly crushed.

The wound freezes and lets it necrotize without even allowing healing.

- Grrr!

When the snow white roared, Jamsid was frightened.

And, - I escaped.

It was a jamside that was trying to slaughter snow and white as its instincts were, but its beast instincts chose to escape or not to detect that it was no match for snow and white. You can't be killed until you kill them.

But Snow White won't allow it.

I went around and ate jamside's heart out of my flank.

Then he kicks into the sand stream, confirms Jamshid's death, and then Snow White instantly flips himself.

The exercise of the tremendous magic of the treasurer was interrupted immediately.

- Guru.

Undoubtedly, when he heard the snowy roar of leaving the rest to him, Nirufal remembered his role and stepped down.

The effects of poison and cold air were diminishing, and the army that was eating the stoop was about to push towards the Collector, and the Boat Regiment.

Snow and white frustrate the nose.

If you stop by, all you have to do is slaughter, and you wrap a storm of frozen sand around the army.

Bite, wiggle, freeze and crush.

"Enough, enough, ahi, no"

"Baba, monster."

"I can do it."

The army was instantly confused.

In the meantime, the poisonless Azlona crashes under the Zodiac, but without tears in the pain of the crash, the Zodiac wings again.

Yes, to this point, it was the work of the treasurer.

It is a multiple-coupled formula for suicide bombing, but it is suicide bombing to live in the first place. risking one's life is completely different than throwing one's life away.

To live, the collector had entrusted Snow White and Azlona with its rescue after the multiple coupling ceremony had broken.

Spirit magic, arrows, and stone-throwing are unleashed on the slowly rising Azlona, but snow and white slammed all of them down, knocking the one with their hands into hell as well.

Finally, when Azlona reached a high enough altitude, Snow White accelerated in the direction indicated by his tail.

- Gwong!

Intimidating him to kill if he came close, Snow White unleashed a storm of compressed frozen sand and followed Azlona.

The troops were scattered and kicked, and the last freed frozen sand storm chased them, completely disintegrating.

Snow White looked back for a moment at the end.

At the end of his eyes was Lisa, who became a corpse and was in charge of his people.

Stupid daughter, but when I glanced at her, I immediately chased Azrona.

The back was somewhere lonely.

The convoys safely disembarked.

A collector was instantly rescued by Snow White and Azrona.

Nirufal appeased for a moment, but saw where the boat regiment was going and peeled off his eyes.

- Spread out.

Even if the man responds to the cries of the total bowman surrogate, he can't make it.

It was a flotilla that had changed the flow of sand and was trying to detach the forward part and exit the side of the floater, where suddenly, the floater moved to block the way.

It was a desperate escape play for the crew who had a successful rebellion internally, but nothing but misfortune for the flotilla.

Collision.

The moment everyone thought so, the bow and deputy bow of the second boat, plus the men, jumped onto the floater.

Physically acting as a buffer between the convoy and the floater prevents damage to the convoy.

In the meantime, the flotilla separated further, becoming a scattered sandboat and exiting the floating ship.

It was difficult to say that it fell out safely.

Some were killed or wounded and fell into the sand stream after becoming buffers with floaters.

Still, the Buryeags gathered the separated sandboats for a successful exit from the scene.

The army was disintegrated and fled by the convoys as well.

The remnants of the Alwara and tribal coalitions left had no choice but to drop off the boat regiment, not even the technique of pursuing floating ships that were cursorily trying to escape.

Suddenly, the sand currents burst.

Jamshid broke out of the sand stream and stepped down into the desert.

No, that was no longer the existence of a jamside, just the undead of a blood-crystalline lion that curses the living.

There are no forelegs, the tail is chopped a thousand times from the middle, and the chest is quietly decided.

The red and black lion, whose bones, skin and blood crystals were the only strange standouts, raised a roar that did not become a voiceless voice.

Thunder bursts.

Thunder scatters around the jamcid undead, and many thunderous sounds echo.

Floating ships, tribal armies and even jamsid-and-dead themselves were ravaged by that thunderstorm.

Raphal and elite troops who had already begun to withdraw, and Lisa's corpse, were no exception.

"Chi."

Rafal threw himself into the sand stream at the end. Rafal's body had different magic implements, and he couldn't leave them here.

Jamsid undead ran away. It accelerates without a pause, even though it is out of balance many times with the missing front leg.

Resentment faded so much that the number of living people decreased, but instead it reminded me of my hatred for snow and white.

Follow the smell of snow and white more and more, but on the way, whenever I felt signs of a living person, resentment against the living person arose, and each time it struck.

And how long did he break into the land of the east, where he did all he could to kill?

So brave men like "Bow of Fire", "Rock Cave Armor" and "Wind Coat" and military men and clerics from the three northern countries turned to crusade, but were forced to struggle against the rampant and mad jamside undead.

They crusaded the jamcid undead with the dawn, but the damage was enormous enough to extend to the floating ship that the immigration plan was to be significantly delayed.

Snow White was rushing around vigilantly, keeping his keeper in Azlona.

Sometimes, we adjust the path of Azlona, which can only fly straight, kicking one warcraft after another that strikes.

Unexpectedly, Snow White's ears turned backwards tingly.

It felt the mighty signs of jamside, but because of it, Snow White never even looked back.

Save the treasurer.

That was all there was in the snow now.

Shortly before Laro, who was about to be outrun by Mary, unleashed his spiritual magic, a thunderbolt sprinkled with jamsid-and-dead poured over Laro and Mary's heads.

Laro stood up with a thunderbolt in the sand, diving himself into the sand.

But jamsid-and-dead thunderstorms ravaged the Rallos as if to mock such defenses.

"Grrr!"

Screams leaked from further back of the eaten teeth.

We had also heard the screams of Mary and the sounds of the Warcraft, but that seemed to be a distant event somewhere.

Then a while later, the jamcid undead left further west.

The tent had no trace, and many corpses had fallen around it.

Then a body blown away by the impact of a lightning strike, no, half sanded Laro, stood up at ease.

"Fuck, fuck."

Heal burns caused by lightning strikes to the extent of first aid and approach Maryam and Farood with fluttering footsteps.

Three warcraft sheltered the two and were dead.

The effect of the thunderbolt needle, plus the fact that Farood, with his tough flesh after losing his power as a hero, sheltered Maryam, kept the two of them alive somehow.

"... Shit"

For Rafal to say, men were more important than women.

If he can't come here and dump the deal material, Laro calls on the unconscious Farood to embrace healing magic and apply first aid.

But then, Laro's ears perceived the man's voice.

"Fuck you."

Laro abandoned to take Farood and vanished into the fluttering desert darkness.

The boat regiment used to be one-tenth the size and was drifting sand streams.

Nirufal was his own boat, protected by the women, who had once taken rest but could not sleep.

The men of the most boat did not return, and the men of the second boat, sandwiched by the floats and floats, were almost devastated, as were the men of the third and fourth boats and the eighth boat. There has been no less damage to the women, and in numbers, it has been reduced to about half.

The chief Goudalds, the elders, and Farood were not back yet either.

And the whereabouts of the treasurers rescued by the snowflakes cannot be known. I didn't even know the life or death.

Why did this happen?

Whether the pardon was murdered, or the parents were murdered, I did.

I overlooked the looting, and sometimes I had to miss the kidnapping marriage.

Even though Maryam was to marry politically, even though he had fought Jamshid the Founding Fathers.

It was never something I could be proud of. Call it peace or something.

It is nevertheless a desert routine that was preserved after many sacrifices and countless ninjas.

It's not something that can collapse so casually.

Who the hell is that and why?

The anger that was supposed to have pushed him to death stains Nirufal's heart.

Alwala, tribal union, or albaum kingdom?

Or was the choice of the Buryeag incorrect?

"... does that happen?"

Nirufal groaned into the void, holding his fist to the point of dripping blood.

Even at this time, no tears could still be zeroed from Nirufal's eyes, but when the blood overflowing from his forehead accumulated in his eyes, it wet his cheeks as if it were blood tears.

Wipe it and shake your head.

Without thinking about being busy even as she stood still, Nirufal tried to leave the boat, but stopped fuzzily.

I was strangely concerned about the desert painting on the boat wall.

Slightly white sky.

endlessly spreading blue and dark desert.

Forgotten belongings of the collector.

Early morning in the desert. The sound of laundry and the smell of water is likely to drift even now.

But for Nirufal it was the usual desert, the desert without any change of philosophy.

It was something Fallud liked and decorated, and it was only then that Nirufal could not understand, but for some reason now he couldn't help but look away.

Then my own naked woman painting came to mind.

When I rubbed my eyes when I said I was stupid, now I could also see Irida and Yobi naked women paintings.

After several reviews, I saw Farood, Maryam, next. Even more casual appearances of everyday life have emerged, such as the dead warriors, parents, and marriage forgiveness.

Indeed, no one is painted in this painting.

But in Nirufal's eyes different people floated and disappeared, floating and disappeared.

They were living and running in the desert.

Anahita smiles tenderly all the time, and the chief keeps an eye on everyone with a difficult face, as usual.

There are aunts who tell you to marry and have children if you open your mouth, scolding the flirting of children running around the boat regiment.

Maryam is happy to hug Azrona, Farood waves his sword silently, and the collector quarrels with the tooth cat. Snow White stares at such a collector, and Yobi, Elida, and Nirufal himself snort to agree with Snow White.

"... that's why my brother liked it"

This is the kind of painting that Nirufal finally realized.

I don't have the elegance to understand the painting, but I'm sure that's what it is.

That was right and wrong.

The collector does look like he only draws deserts.

But in fact, he painted several naked women during the lower painting phase. Painted in black and white diluted with water to the extreme It was painted, anointed with white, and painted, anointed with white.

After repeating it, I drew a desert from it.

The collector himself did not understand if that made sense, but it was a whispering fling of the collector over the life of the abstinent Buryeag tribe. I didn't show this to anyone just before.

The naked woman who felt like Nirufal had first seen it was it.

But the naked woman became a caller, and Nirufal saw all his own in the desert.

Surely there was something there that Nirufal had protected, something that had been protected.

Yes, it's not over yet. Nothing has been decided.

Once again Nirufal sealed his wrath, and left the boat to fulfill his statutes.

It was Irida and Yobi, who were collecting information at the eastern end of the line while being requested, but they ate a stall the same day they were planning to return to the desert.

Conflicts are expected in the desert, so the North-South border was sealed off and we were unable to return.

The Iridas negotiated, but could not accept, that it would not be okay for them to leave because the aim was to stop the influx and looting of refugees associated with the conflict in the first place.

The two decided to wait near the southern border checkpoint to hear the snow white roar the second night they camped.

Looking at the direction of the roar, the white dot looks slight and I'm convinced it's snow white.

Having detected an emergency on snow and white that never approached them, the two headed in the direction of the snow and white, to the cliffs of the Black Dragon.

Irida rushed to strengthen her body, stepping with meadows, woods and rocky mountains as she raised the hot air from her body, and Yobi rushed behind it, and flew through rocky mountains all at once.

The two joined Snow White at Rock Mountain on the cliff of the Black Dragon, and were stunned.

"This is..."

A collector lay in a rock hole that was formerly the Black Dragon's nest.

He has wounds and frostbites all over his body, and his ears are choosing. You look pale and your breath is rough. There was also abnormal sweating due to high fever.

Irida starts treatment immediately.

Yobi, who is not good at healing against others, takes Azlona, who was in tears, down the rocky mountains and collects the antidote grass in the woods and rivers at the foot. I never thought what the women of Ubar taught me here would help.

Back in the rock hole, he immediately began to formulate the antidote grass, adding to it the horns and liver of the warcraft that Snow White had hunted along the way.

The antidote thus made is taken by mouth transfer from one end to the collector and applied to the wounds in the body.

"... ugh"

The collector groans and his fingers move slightly.

"- Klando, wake up. Don't pass away yet."

Irida's desperate voice was echoing in the rock hole.