Hakai no Miko

The pine lights dropped from the cliff fell to the ground as they drew a red line.

Fire spreads all around you at once from the pine lights that jumped and rolled several times over the ground. It ignited the oil that had been scattered on the ground beforehand. Fire spreads as it runs on the ground, burning toward firewood (shingles) and dead grass piled up beside fences and buildings.

An explosively burning fire instantly became the flame of the Red Lotus and encircled the camp.

"Hi-ha!!"

"Fire, fire! You're going to burn!"

"Yay, help me!

No organism is afraid of fire, he said.

Human beings who have remembered to handle fire, used it as a tool and have controlled nature are no exception to that.

Will there be people who are not afraid of the fire that suddenly burns in front of them?

Is there a human being who can stay calm as the smell of things burning snorts as he feels a burning fever on his skin?

Not to mention, will I be the only one who can remain calm as my neighbors flee and scream in fear of fire?

"Geez!

"I don't want to die. No!

"Hot, hot! Help me -!!"

The man in the camp is no longer a soldier.

Trying to escape the fire first, it was just a beast.

"Yikes! The stones are coming down!

Furthermore, towards them like that, the Zoans, who were on the cliff, began to throw stones.

That's not something to look at sweetly just throwing stones at. Stones weighing several kilograms are dropped from a height of about 20 meters. If I hit it, I'm not just sorry.

If this were an arrow, I would have paid with a sword or taken with a shield. But falling stones are not something you can pay for with a sword. Also, even if you try to take it by shield, some of the stones that are dropped have a huge hug. Every shield I take is crushed.

To throw stones, he cracks his head, smashes his chest, and many soldiers fall to the ground.

"Clear the way, you guys! Can't open it!!"

Lugniatos battalion captain screams desperately, but no one can hear anything like that.

A wave of soldiers, all of them in a state of panic, pushed the horse to be ridden by the Commander of the Lugniatos Battalion from the side. He tried to control the horse by pulling his reins, but the original horse is a cowardly creature. Scared by the screaming and running soldier and the flames, he suddenly jumped his forefoot on the spot.

The body of the Commander of the Battalion of Lugniatos is thrown from the back of the horse and beaten to the ground from the back. Even more misfortune strikes the agonized Lugniatos battalion captain as he breathes in the shock. One of the fleeing soldiers stepped on his right knee as much as he could. Along with the sound you must have heard, the severe pain rushes up from your right leg.

Lugniatos Battalion captain, who wandered around the ground without being able to scream, noticed a shadow falling over him. Looking up in agony, it was the shadow of a stone dropped by a little Zoan child who was on a cliff.

In the sight of the Commander of the Battalion of Lugniatos, the stone falls towards us, as if drawn.

Surface of rough stone.

That was the last sight the Commander of the Lugniatos Battalion saw in the world.

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It was a young Zoan named Faggul Grashata Shahata who was shooting fire arrows on the cliff.

Shahata was a hunter, but not a warrior. That is because Shahatha could not run because of the wounds she suffered at an early age.

Zoan becomes known as a hunter when he is able to capture his prey by his own power.

In addition, at the age known as adulthood, they take one mountain knife and go hunting for an animal that looks a lot like a long hairy noo on the plain. Find, track, and defeat a flock of prey within a wide plain. Then, when he finds a chance, he rushes all at once with four legs, jumps on the back of his prey, and scratches his throat with a mountain knife to finish it off.

This is Zoan's hunt.

Bringing back this defeated prey will allow you to name a warrior after sunshine.

But Shahata, who could not run, had no choice but to use a bow that had been offered as a weapon of cowardice in Zoan. Of course, no Zoan can handle bows and arrows. We'll see humans and elf hunters use it. I just had to remember it in appearance.

My compatriots turned to me in contempt, but that was all Shahata had. I practice desperately and now I am proud to say that I have become quite an arm. In the hunt he was also able to win an unbeatable number of preys by other compatriots.

But even so, Shahata could not be a warrior. Because you cannot be a warrior unless you run the earth with your own feet and prey with a mountain sword.

Even though many warriors went to battle in a glorious way, Shahata could always remain in the village and only see them off. I kept feeling depressed about myself like that.

But that is how that human child came to him.

"Shemr told me. You're the best bowman here, aren't you?

Even when it comes to being the best bowman in the village of Zoan, that's not a compliment.

Without suppressing his frustrating feelings, Ethereal Horse said with a serious look to Shahata, who only answered "yes" unfathomably.

"Give me your help"

At first, Shahata wondered what the joke was. I've never been told before that I want you to lend your strength in battle, not even as a warrior. That's all, or wishing out of me could never come true.

To Shahata, who said it was incredible, the Ethereal Horse explained with all his words.

Listening to it, Shahata felt a flurry of mundane and hot things gushing up from inside her chest.

I don't know what that is. But I couldn't stay or not, and such an urge pounded and moved Shahata, like I wanted to shout and scream on the spot.

First, as Ethereal Horse told me, teach the warriors how to handle bows and arrows. Fortunately, there were a large number of bows and arrows available in the human camp, so there was no trouble with the tools.

Of course, the warriors made me look nasty, but that wasn't a big deal for Shahata right now.

"Mr. Shahata, the success or failure of this measure rests on your arm. Best regards,"

And yes, Shahata, who stood on the cliff after being asked by the Ethereal Horse, squeezed his tense, trembling hand. At the foot, there is a fire arrow wrapped with a cloth smudged with oil at the tip of the arrow.

When you take one of them, you stand next to the chief who is raising the roar of the signal, making a noise and squeezing the bow.

He asked himself, who was depressed and living a rotten day in the village of Zoan, to bow his head and help him.

Here, if I can't live up to his expectations, I'm not going to be proud of Zoan. It's just rotten garbage! It's just gonna be rubbish!

Shahata, who scolded herself yes, unleashed an arrow from a bow that squeezed to its limits at the same time as the chief's roar ended.

The target was a building near the centre of the camp. The building near the centre of the camp must be set on fire directly because too much oil may cause humans to notice it.

The fire arrows unleashed by Shahata stood one after the other on the roof of the building. Several of them came off, but they succeeded in sticking a few fire arrows on the roofs of all the buildings. Fire turns from the fire arrow to the wood and dead grass that were on the roof, burning up all at once. On the roof there was a leather bag with oil hanging by a thin string. As the string burned out, the leather bag sprinkled with oil as it rolled off the roof. It ignites that oil and the building burns up all at once.

Galam, the chief who was stone-throwing next door, spoke to Shahata, who looked down at the sight of all the buildings burning and was relieved that they had met the expectations of the Ethereal Horse.

"Surprised. It's a lot to guess from here..."

That was just the word.

But Shahata stuffs her chest with the emotions that creep up.

I was praised by the chief for not being a warrior.

That was enough to blow up some depressing thoughts until then.

Shahata takes the next arrow as she brutally muddles the overflowing tears with her arms.

"Not yet! The battle, not yet!

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The flames raised in the camp also noticed the subsequent troops who were on the mountain road.

The camp, where our own commanders are, burns, but the twist rises.

But soon it turned into a scream.

Fire rose not only from the camp, but also from both sides of the mountain path on which they stood. Bunches of wood and dead grass that were hidden under the fallen leaves began to burn up one after the other, not only in the forest on the left hand side, but also on the slope on the right hand side.

On the slope of his right hand appeared the Zoans at best.

They light one big ball after another made of dead branches and dead grass. When the balls, which had already been stained with oil, burned up instantly, the Zoans began to roll it one after the other down the mountain road under their eyes.

The soldiers were in a state of panic in a fireball rolling down the slope.

If I calmed down a little, I would have kicked him in, and thrown him away somewhere before I grabbed him with those leather gloves on and burned him. But in a dense queue, when you try to jump back in surprise at the fireball, you run into your neighbor's buddy and he pushes you back the other way. Those things happened here and there, and they snapped into each other as if they were naughty manju, and everyone tried to escape the fire at all, and there was a great deal of confusion.

In addition, Zoan and the others started throwing stones there.

Some of them resolutely tried to fight back with bows and arrows, even though one of their companions was defeated by stone throwing. But my fellow panicked men are caught pushing each other to escape, unable to bow or set up properly. Neither do the Zoans, when they find such soldiers, concentrate on raining stone-throwing and not allowing them to fight back.

In time, the dragon, frightened by the soldiers' panic and burning fire, roared and ran out the mountain path. Even if the movement is dull, Hakuryu can also run at that speed if his life is at stake. It was a loaded dragon who kicked the soldiers in front of him, stomped him with his feet and stormed off, but he was dragged by the luggage truck he rode up on the body of the fallen soldier leaning heavily, and falls straight into the woods on his left. The dragon, pushed into the cradle of a fallen luggage truck and no longer able to get up, is caught in the fire and begins to ring in a sad voice, but no one can help.

Zoan's stone-throwing increases in intensity, but the flames burn up on the left and right, blocked by fire balls with his companions before and after, and there is no escape for the soldiers.

In that, one of the soldiers who knew the terrain around here shouted.

"It's a river! Beyond the woods to the left is a river!

For soldiers about to be caught in flames, the word river sounded like a revelation.

But we have to break through the burning forest to get to that river. While everyone hesitated, one soldier finally became ready and jumped into the burning woods.

With that in mind, many soldiers follow in their quest for river water.

In the burning woods, there was a situation where heat and smoke prevented him from breathing properly. The exposed face is burnt air, tingling and painful. But with patience, he rushes through desperately with the hope that if he goes out to the river plains, he will be helped.

The soldier, who jumped in first than anyone else, when he came as far as the woods, his front leg suddenly broke down on the ground and fell down in abundance. The soldier, who rolled to the ground without even being able to take the reception, hits his body hard and groans, but finds out what caused him to fall and is stunned.

That was a hole dug into the ground. The depth is only around the tibia, and it is a small hole enough for one foot to enter. The hole took my leg and I fell. If you look closely, it was dug everywhere in the woods.

This, little hole that just caught my leg and made me fall, all this time turned into a vicious trap.

The soldiers who jumped into the woods after him ran toward us in tremendous shapes. Two or three of the soldiers at the head of it noticed the fallen soldier and managed to do him, but the soldiers that followed were late in noticing it and rushed through to step on the body of the fallen soldier shortly after the dodge. Yet from the next to the next, the companions step on the soldier's body. My companions stomped me down, smashing the bones that say bones in my body, bursting my guts, and what was one soldier was instantly turned into a mass of mud mixed with blood and flesh.

Such sights were happening all over the burning forest.

It was also in the meantime that the soldiers, who were finally made their way through the burning woods and out to the river plains where there was nothing to burn, were relieved that this would help.

What a bunch of Zoans were waiting for us on the river plain opposite the river.

"Let go!

With that hanging voice, the Zoans unleash an arrow at all costs. The soldiers who were first out on the river plain are defeated one after the other, with their arrows.

"Wow! It's Zoan, there's Zoan!

"Go back, go back! They're gonna kill us!

"I'm telling you to go back! It's Zoan's ambush!

Those who try to return from the river plains that have just come out, and those who try to get out of the woods into the river plains, collide and become fierce pushers. Inside they go out to those who are pushed down to the ground, or even those who are dropped from the river plains into the rapids.

Sandwiched in fire with Zoan, the soldiers no longer knew what to do.

Some waved their swords with an odd voice, while others sat down weeping, and yet others threw themselves into the rapids.

And the rain of the arrows of Zoan falls upon them, without distinction.

No longer was it a slaughterhouse of madness rather than a battlefield.

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It was the Zoan warriors led by Gurkaka who were ambushing the human soldiers in the river plains. Those who, during the past few days, managed to raise their arms to the point where they could shoot arrows in the front under Shahata's guidance.

They had been instructed to shoot it with arrows, as the human soldiers fled from the Ethereal Horse.

But they, the warriors of Zoan, despised the bow and arrow as a weapon of the cowardly. To them, battle is the use of a mountain knife to defeat an enemy.

Besides, the human soldiers were supposed to climb mountain roads, but I couldn't believe that they were coming all the way to river plains like this.

Sometimes he insulted the dissatisfaction with being used such bows and arrows and what the Ethereal Horse said, and Zoan's morale there was extremely low. Even Gurkaka, who should have righted it, is enough to see and pretend not to see the attitude of his compatriots.

But one firehand after another, and as the human soldiers jumped out of the woods, such a relaxed feeling blew away somewhere.

If that was the soldier who burned the fighting spirit and roared, the Zoans would not have been afraid either. What came, however, were hundreds of human beings who were chased by fire and opened their eyes to their limits by fear and ran in desperate shapes crying out.

Those Zoan warriors were also terrified by the unusual sight.

People say they learn to fear things beyond their understanding. Maybe the human fears were contagious.

Either way, Zoan and his whole body trembled upside down, hoping those inept humans would push over here.

As a matter of fact, there were quite a few Zoan warriors who, if indeed the human soldiers were to come, would have thought to throw down their bows and arrows and fight with a mountain sword. However, such an idea had completely disappeared from my head.

Everyone desperately sets up a bow that can't be, and connects arrows.

"Let go!

Along with Gurkaka's voice, he releases an arrow.

Later, however, each continued to fire arrows at will. Everyone shoots an arrow without even targeting those humans if they don't come any closer.

In fact, I didn't even need to aim. People trying to get out of the river plains and people trying to escape from Zoan are pushing each other and consolidating. Anyway, if you shoot an arrow, you hit someone. I was in that condition.

I don't even remember the glucacas themselves shooting arrows for how long.

For the first time the Gurkakas returned to me after my head turned white and even kept firing arrows, and I ran out of all the arrows I had prepared to shoot.

Because of the use of a bow and arrow that could not be, the skin of both hands peeled over the velvet, and the blood was dripping.

But that's not a big deal.

To the sight in front of us, the Gurkakas. Zoan's warriors stood up speechless.

As far as the opposite shore could see, it was filled with human wounded and corpses. I couldn't believe what this was all about, and I kept staring at the sight in vain.

The wounded and the dead who filled the river plain at this time were unknown, and the blood flowing from it dyed the river red, and after more than three days it never disappeared, he said.

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After the war, it is said that it often rains.

That's because on the rising airflow generated by the war, the air carried high above becomes a rain cloud, and the roaring and blade-meeting sounds tremble the atmosphere and rain from the rain clouds, he said.

I don't know if that's true.

But it was also at this time that the rain clouds covered the heavens, and after a while it began to rain heavily, unusual in this season's Sorbiant plains. The torrential rain, which continued until this morning, quenched the fire without further burning.

At this time, the Ethereal Horse had lost sight of the measures to extend the burning because he had only thought about wrapping his enemies in fire. Had it not been for this rain, it would have caused a great fire in jeopardy, but the Ethereal Horse would not have realized its good fortune until the end.

Thus, the "Battle of the Hognalea Hills", called the first battle of the Son of Destruction Soma Kisaki, which was blessed neither by the Ethereal Horse himself nor by his unnoticed fortune, put the curtain down.