Dream Life - Life in the Other World of Dreams

Fourth of July.

The merchants, who revealed the night in the village of Bowden, were to leave the village at 7 a.m.

Luckily there are no pests in the bed and I'm in great shape after a good night's sleep.

Today we head to a city called Thornbrough, thirty kilometers away.

Until Thornbrough will pass between the Fatas River and the woods. However, from about 10 km north of Bowden, we enter a difficult place called Karshu. Karsh is a rough road with a tight gradient, so it's a pretty tough spot for carriages. Especially since Norton's merchants are purchasing heavy objects such as swords, spears and axes from Ars, king's capital of the Kaum kingdom, the strain on carriages is enormous.

This is a place where bandits and demons can cry because they are further away from the city where the defense team is located.

When you arrive at the rendezvous point, both your men and mercenaries will be able to hear the colour of the tension.

"... Today we cross the Kalsh. As you know, our merchants' luggage has a lot of heavy stuff. Don't let it get you off the road..."

Norton, who usually has a loving laugh, gave his attention to you guys with a pretty serious look.

Byron, the captain of the escort, also had a serious look on his face, giving his men a lecture.

"It's over Karsh today. Attention should be paid to bandits and harpies. It's not just around you, watch it up there too! Get out of here, there's no more difficulty! Keep up the good work all day!

"" Ooh!

Byron, who finished his lesson, found us and gave us his attention, too.

"I'd like to ask you all to keep a strict watch today. Harpy says she prefers meat from women and children. Please pay close attention to the sky."

I listened to him.

(Harpy... you're finally starting to feel like a real fantasy. I might have to use the original magic today......)

Sharon seemed a little frightened by the word he preferred the child's meat, his hands trembling in small pieces. I put my hand on her shoulder and smile and call out.

"It's okay, because I or Guy will always protect you. Then you can use Swallow Wing Blade (Swallow Cutter) today."

You were a little relieved by my words, with a slightly reddish face, "I'm fine. Even if Harpy comes out, I'll shoot him off and show him," he replied in a temper.

The carriage slowly progresses, making the noise of raggedness.

Our placement is the same as yesterday, between the fifth and sixth.

Before I left, Guy also cautioned me.

"Please don't ever leave me. The four of us will act solidified today. Be sure to follow any directions I give you."

"Got it. But not just my safety, but the safety of the merchants."

Guy snorts at my words and makes a meeting with Liddy.

As Liddy nodded, she removed the hood of her cape.

When I'm surprised,

Guy asked me to make sure you had my vision.

Liddy the Elf has good eyes. Rob, the hunter, and the scout Guy have good eyes, but she was still better off.

That's why Guy asked Liddy to remove the hood from sight.

"Do you mind? I can't beat my eyesight either. You don't have to..."

She said, "It's for your safety. Plus, it was depressing, just fine," he smiled.

As soon as Liddy takes the hood, the glances of the mercenaries and your men concentrate on her.

But the indiscreet gaze ends in an instant and we immediately concentrate on our own work.

(You can't just be over dangerous and distracted by a woman. Besides, maybe it's a good thing Byron has a glimpse against me and Guy...)

In the first three hours we arrived at the entrance to the bay.

After a break of about thirty minutes, he begins to ascend.

Unlike the road before, the cliffs of bittersweet rocks cut up from the river Fatas flowing on the left are like walls. The deep forest, which was on the right, turns into pine-like trees as it becomes rocky, strengthening the desolate atmosphere.

The climbing gradient, which was gentle at first, also gradually becomes tighter. Carriage wagons were struggling on a path with ten cm large stones rolling in gobbles.

(Sounds like the road you made by cutting through the rock. Certainly a difficulty. He cannot afford to guard his surroundings, and his escorts must be conscious of manipulating horses. Now that we're on alert in the sky besides rock shade and tree shade, you can't do it with equestrian skills like me...)

In fact, me and Sharon were all over manipulating horses, and we weren't nearly on perimeter alert.

Exactly. Guy and Liddy are cleverly manipulating the horse, keeping a tight eye on the surroundings, but a hint of nervousness comes from both of them.

The hoarseness of the horse and the noise of the guttan guttan produced by the wheels of the carriage is echoed.

We were leaving first thing in the morning, but as Norton put it, the weight of the luggage was heavy or the other merchants were pushing us through. By the time I got in, I was at the rear of the wagon queue.

The gradient is slowing down after about an hour.

Apparently, the top of the canopy is approaching.

"Almost a resting place! But don't put more strain on the horse than you need!

Norton's instructions are communicated by the mercenaries, like a message game.

(You're thinking good. Will the mercenary convey not only the instructions of the captain Byron, but also Norton's instructions...)

And thirty minutes more, when the sun reached the midheavens, it crossed.

Near the top of the canopy is a narrow road sandwiched by a cut cliff about 10 m high, with a loosely bent Fatas River to the left in front and streets extending along it, plus a dark green forest to the right of it.

Running his gaze along the street, he saw a small, blackish square in the distance.

(Just the view is good. Does it feel like the altitude difference is about two or three hundred meters? That's a tougher road than I thought. But all we have to do is go down... I guess the square city that looks far away is Thornblow, the destination)

They say the resting place is about down here enough, and I exhale.

Liddy's tall voice echoes as soon as everyone's consciousness relaxes.

"On the cliff! There's Harpy!

Everyone looks up to that voice.

It is hard to hide in the rocks and see, but there was the figure of the harpies, a man-shaped demon with wings like a brown eagle.

Harpy stopped on a cliff and seemed to be waiting for us to pass.

(Did you aim for the rear end with the fewest escorts? cunning!)

When I think about it, a dozen harpies fly in unison.

I fought for the appearance of the Harpies, who flew in momentum.

(Big! It's not a Raptor Ratio... you're going to hit me with a steep descent! If I get ripped off by those sharp nails, it's just like my leather clothes and other paper...)

Mercenaries were giving loud instructions around.

"Archers intercept! They're coming for you! Protect your people!

"Calm down and move slowly forward! Don't break the carriage in a hurry!

The instructions of Byron and Norton, who are in the lead, are conveyed by the mercenaries.

Harpy grabs a man with those sharp hook claws and rises above him, and once he has taken some altitude, he takes the method of attack of letting go of those who have caught him and beating him to the ground.

For this reason, once caught, it is lifted several meters at once, and even if it is slashed with a sword and escaped from the hook nail, the damage of the fall is inevitable. The point is how they don't grab the game against Harpy.

They often targeted unarmed lords in particular, and panicked lords often rampaged and damaged carriages. He seems to understand that if the carriage is damaged on a narrow road, the subsequent legs will stop, and at first they will aim at your head at low altitude.

In response to Harpy's attack, Guy said, without particularly raising his voice, "Dear Zach, Mr. Lydia, Sharon. Get ready for interception," he tells us in a sober tone.

Seeing a dozen demons with huge wings over 3m, I was about to panic but regained my composure with Guy's calm voice.

(Calm down. It should be hard to attack in this narrow cage. I guess I'm waiting for this one to panic and stop moving......)

I begin to cast the magic of Swallow Winged Blade (Swallow Cutter).

"I am the god of the wind (Wentus) who presided over many of the winds of" Again ". Give me a swallow of heavenly blades. I will not give you the power of my life. Dance! Swallow Winged Blade (Swallow Cutter)!"

Next door Sharon has the same spell, with two clear swordfish flying into the sky.

Guy was in front to shelter us and was starting shooting arrows from the horse.

Liddy was not a swallow-winged blade (swallow cutter), he was unleashing a hammer of good air (air hammer).

About ten harpies over one carriage threatened your man. Looks like Liddy shot those harpies and unleashed an air hammer. As large chunks of air rush into the herd, the harpies lose their balance dramatically.

Several of them were trying to regain their positions and return to the sky. But the two harpies remain stalled and clash to the ground.

When I saw it, I thought I'd made the wrong choice. But still, he switches consciousness and concentrates on controlling the magical swordfish he's already activated.

I get Liddy's air hammer, and my swordfish approaches me at high speeds, against a winged harpy desperately trying to balance.

The magic of the Swallow Winged Blade (Swallow Cutter) is extinguished on the spot when you slash and tear something of mass like flesh. For this reason, I decided to aim for Harpy's wings.

Even if you lose a few wind-cut wings on the outside, the bird won't be able to fly satisfactorily. I thought that if this state of desperate feathers were to stall even Harpy, the demon.

(It would be physically impossible to lift Harpy's giant with those wings alone. Perhaps you are using the power of the Spirit of the Wind. But that desperately winging means that the power of the Spirit is about weight loss or buoyancy increase, and flying by wings is probably the main thing. If you hurt the wind cut feathers just like the birds, you should stall on your own...... and then can you precisely put a swordblade on that fierce wing movement...)

Carefully gauge when Harpy spreads his wings. When the target harpy spreads his wings all over the cup in an attempt to grab the air, he slashes off a few wings on the right.

Its harpies, whose big brown wings were dangling in the sky and were rising in wings, unbalance the left and right and crash to do a cone rub. I groaned in my heart, "All right!", aiming for the second harpy.

You saw the first harpy do a cone rub, and the second harpy stares at me with a stunned look.

But Harpy, who has lost altitude and speed, can neither attack nor leave, and just desperately wings at the sky as he escapes my swordfish.

As if to bruise that effort, the magical swordfish that beats speed slashes off the escaping harpy feathers. The fierce wingspan sound of the bass was also empty, and its harpy fell to the ground.

(All right, it's working. Just before you hit the wings down, the wind cut wings spread wide, so if this is the right time, it's not hard to chop and tear......)

Two more harpies beat down the same way, and the magical swordfish finished the role and disappeared into the sky.

Next to me Sharon was blue-faced, manipulating a magical sword and slitting the neck of two harpies.

(I always thought Sharon had better control. Let's ask him how he's doing later)

I could afford to think about that because there were only about five left in the air already. There were two Guys and several other Archers shooting down Harpies, and the battle trend was set.

Me and Liddy shot down. Harpy was wounded but still alive.

But Harpy, who fell to the ground, is not the enemy of the mercenaries, but is easily slaughtered and killed.

Byron said, "Stop shooting!" Instructions arrive, and the archers stop the hand shooting arrows as they guard.

Harpy, who remained in the sky, was shot down to a third, so he returned to the woods with a repentant squeal.

(Apparently, you were able to repel it. This reflection is a mistake of magical choice. That's right, Liddy is able to fight. Her chosen hammer of air (air hammer) was perfect this time... I shot it off the most as a result, but if it wasn't after Liddy's attack, it wouldn't have worked so well... this is the guy with the difference in experience...)

The chaos of the battle also subsided and we arrived at the resting place.

He came to us as he stepped up his vigilance at Byron's behest.

He stood before me with a serious look on his face and on the spot on one knee.

"Dear Zacharias, Yesterday, I apologize once again for something like that."

I said, "I've already got an apology. No more apologies needed," he shook his head sideways.

Byron was going to keep saying, "Yes..." so he said, "It's still a dangerous place, isn't it? Besides, I don't care anymore," he said, forcefully ending the conversation.

Byron nodded at it and handed me a demonic crystal stone about a cm in diameter he had in his hand.

"It was an earlier battle. There are four Zacharias, three Lydianes, and two Jakes and Sharon."

"I haven't stabbed a stop, have I? Aren't we supposed to discuss the enemies we defeated together?

Byron breaks his face big and doesn't fit in with "not a handle, such as most of the harpies that fell to the ground," he said.

In the end, he defeated thirteen harpies, of which the four of us defeated eleven so that the mercenaries could hear the colour of respect in their eyes.

By the way, he said Liddy was magically shooting down two of them and one of them with a bow where I wasn't looking.

"Nevertheless, this is the first time I have repelled nearly twenty Harpy opponents without letting one injured person out. And this is the first time I've defeated more than five of them… for us, they're so incompatible demons…"

The merchant corps escort is structured in a balanced manner to accommodate swordsmen, magicians, archers, etc., from close range to distance in order to accommodate different situations.

However, for this reason, there are few effective countermeasures against demons coming from the sky. With well-armed archers and magicians, you can do some damage, but basically a melee swordsman or something like that can only defeat a nearby demon.

That's why increasing the number of archers puts them at a disadvantage against hardened demons of defense attacking them from the ground. It is rare for a merchant squad to be wiped out by demons that strike from the air, but in the case of demons on earth, they may even be wiped out if they cannot be repelled. With more magicians, the problem is few, but the small number of magicians themselves makes them seldom in small escorts.

If you defend a wide range like a merchant's escort, they say increasing the number of archers is less effective, so it's an effective countermeasure to place it in balance and keep it from leaning in with swords and spears.

After an hour's break, the merchants left.

I thought I was going to speed up because I'm going downhill ahead.

But it was actually about the same speed as the climb.

This became so different from the merchant corps to the south that it was necessary to make way concessions, and the carriage of carriages required prudence even downhill, which could be left to momentum.

(With all this bad road, a carriage without brakes is dangerous. If the speed is too high, there is no way to contain it. If they get de-wheeled or something, it can affect the back as well... it's harder to control my horse than that. I should have learned some more equestrianism......)

Around 2pm, I finally got out of Karsh.

The rest is fifteen km. From here on out, the road got better, and there were no carriages coming from the front, so it meant that the speed could be increased.

Take the street north with the forest looming on your right.

Whether the streets are coming down slowly or the horses pulling the wagon seem light too.

6pm.

We arrived safely in the city of Thornbrough surrounded by splendid walls.

By the way, as a result of asking Sharon how to control the magic swordfish,

"The swordfish fly in search of food, so teach them to make sure the food is near the enemy's neck."

In other words, Sharon was using the “lock-on” and “automatic tracking” functions.

(I felt the same as the Radiocon, but Sharon has better taste. Again, Sharon could be a genius......)

Sharon then taught me how to image it, and the magic of my swallow wing blade (swallow cutter) also evolved into an autonomous type of tracking magic.