Hakai no Miko

Shemr wants the ambush to turn around.

To the words, Shemr looked dissatisfied.

"Whoever you ambush is up to the Great Fang,"

"Already, Mr. Gallam has an understanding."

The Ethereal Horse killed his emotions and ran out cold.

After last night's meeting, the Ethereal Horse retained Garam and Banukah both to discuss this.

And when Shemr was turned away for some reason, the Ethereal Horse told them this.

"Amidst the ambushes, I intend to include Mr. Shemr and Mr. Banukah"

Never before has the Ethereal Horse stuck his mouth in the formation of the warriors. Yet Garam kept a slight eye on why I would mention this only this time.

"... may I ask why?

Garam needed to know the intentions of the Ethereal Horse as to why he mentioned that. For even if Shemr, the Son of the God of the Beast, depending on his treatment and trends, he will never have a small impact on the Zoans.

The Ethereal Horse gives a small nod to the Gallum before answering.

"This next fight is really one or eight fights. No, to be honest, I hardly think we're going to win. It's natural for them to move as I read them, but even more alarming and overconfident. I'm amazingly lucky after all that stuff has piled up and I can finally win. That's the battle."

And after only a few words, I said the following:

"So I want to think about when I lost."

I know that's a natural procedure, but I don't see the connection between that and why we're turning Shemr and Banukah into ambushes. Gallum asked it frankly, and the Ethereal Horse replied:

"The safest thing to do is to ambush."

Garam wrinkles at the root of his eyebrows on this, and Banukah makes a much more surprising face.

"If we lose this battle, will we have to rely on the power of the [Families of Takeshi] to fight the Holmeer nation, which invades the plains afterwards?

To the point of the Ethereal Horse, Banukah nodded in disgrace.

If you lose this battle, the only thing that leaves you with the power to defend the plains is the "Families of Tenderness".

But that's because the Fang Clan and the Claw Clan keep the warriors warm and leave room for them, compared to the Fang Clan and Claw Clan that are driving out to the chief clan.

As a matter of fact, Banuka has on many occasions been sending out a user to his father, Menuin Gujatara Bararak, the chief of the "Takashi clan", for support. But instead of being a backup warrior, I haven't even heard back yet. Perhaps we are still having foolish discussions with the elders.

The attitude of his father, which seemed thoughtful when he was in the village, also seemed indecisive now that he had come to be at the forefront of the battle, as the rest of his clan put it.

Put your hand on its shoulder to comfort the nagging banukah, then Garam says.

"I see. For that matter, do you leave Vanuka"

We need someone to experience the strength of the Holmeer kingdom with it and to convey the threat to the warriors of the Families of Tenderness. The only one who can do that is Banukkah, the son of the chief of the "family of the predators".

"Yes, I will tell Mr. Banuka all measures I can think of right now. Maybe for a while, but I think we can protect the plains from the Holmeer country for a while."

"And are you leaving Shemr to be the flaghead?

To Garam's inquiry, the Ethereal Horse nods loudly.

"You must have Shemr, your son, to bring the rest of your family together."

Even if the clan is strong, that is not the only way other clans can follow. In order for all families to unite, the presence of a son who can still be the flag is essential.

Gallum, who had his eyes closed and his arms wrapped, leaked a long sigh after a while, as he indulged in the words of the Ethereal Horse.

"Soma. One last thing, okay?

"What is it?

"You said you would tell Banuka all the measures. - So, what are you gonna do?

Asked with such sharp eyes that he says he will not tolerate lies or deception, the Ethereal Horse is stuck in words for a moment. But I answered this with a pale grin, shattering if I touched it immediately.

"Of course, I'll be in position."

I can't apologize for being in a safe place when I've devised one or eight measures. By putting ourselves in danger, we need to support the hearts and minds of everyone who has to face the great army.

Besides, Gallum spills a lot of laughter.

"... you seem smart and stupid"

The Ethereal Horse had no choice but to return a bitter laugh.

That's what happened last night.

Upon finishing the whole story, the Ethereal Horse waited for her answer, staring into Shemr's eyes.

"... Also, you do something unsolicited to me in silence. Again, I'm gonna hit you."

"Still, it's something I have to do..."

I guess Shemr also understands that we have to do that. It's just a question of whether your emotions can convince you of that.

Like daring to thrust Shemr's feelings like that, the Ethereal Horse wields the rights of the "You Under the Umbrella" he never thought to use as a single time before.

"I command you as your" you under the umbilical cord. "

"Don't say it!

Shemr's sharp voice blocked the words of the Ethereal Horse.

As if staring at each other, the two stare into each other's eyes.

The north wind blew through between the two.

After a while, it was Shemr who turned a blind eye first.

"... I should just turn to the ambush, right?

In a blurry tone, Shemr said.

"... yeah"

Then between the two of them, the words were gone.

The two finished the rest of their lunch silently, but now I'm not even willing to continue picking up stones. Naturally, the two legs would be building a position, headed for everyone.

When the two of them returned, it had changed in a matter of hours.

Until this morning, it was just a hemline, and there was a position surrounded by fences and trenches.

When the Ethereal Horse stands at the bottom of the trench, the earthly height is all the way around his shoulder. On the earthwork, made of soil dug in trenches, only branches were dropped, and a fence was erected with trees combined vertically and horizontally, still with bark on them. And the inside of that fence was laid flat after removing disturbing rocks, stumps, etc., plus the ground was organized so that it could move quickly through the position by lifting rocks and dropping them over and over again to solidify them into bees.

Ethereal horses have the feeling of saying that the sight of such a position is like a school athletic field surrounded by fences.

As many Dwarves and Zoan and Dinosaurians still rushed to work, Garam and Zoog and Dvarin were still seen gesturing and discussing something.

"How's it going?

"No problem. I tried running one, but the scaffolding is tightly solidified, making it incredibly easy to run. So much so that I feel a little narrow."

When Garam answers Dvarin's question, Zoog, who was next door, also nods and gives his consent.

"That's all you have to put up with. We can't spread it any further than that."

He was a doverlin who made a troubled face with his face in his face, but when he found a pale horse who was outside the fence, he made a bragging grin under his beard and sent him inside.

The Ethereal Horse, bypassing the fence and entering the position, asks Doverlin first.

"Done?

"Oops. I managed to make it."

In response to Dvarin, the Ethereal Horse leaked a sigh of ho relief. Then we take a lookout at the position, and then...

"Nevertheless, I was surprised. I can't believe we can build such a splendid position in such a short time. Honestly, I didn't think that was it!

Against the Ethereal Horse, who praises at will, but Doverlin becomes a musty face.

"What a splendid place. If the folks in my hometown knew I'd built such a clueless position, I'd be the laugher of my life."

From the point of view of the Ethereal Horse, it looks like a robust enough position, but Doverlyn seemed unconvinced. Doverin explains his dissatisfaction with whether such thoughts appeared on the face of a pale horse.

"We're all short of trenches, depth, and earthen height. If I had the time, I would have liked to have assembled Yagura. Besides, the earthwork didn't just serve the dirt, either, but the 'deer horn'. And I wanted to get some lilies. And then..."

By "deer horn," Dvarin meant a defensive weapon that made a number of branched trees into materials, dropped their leaves, stripped the bark, and pierced the earthen and other things that pointed the tip of the branches. When you try to get over the dirt, the pointy branches stick into your body and get in the way.

It also bears this name because "lily" is one of the defensive weapons of the same position, similar to "lily" in the form of a single pile that stands at the center of a pit dug in a rind and pointed at the tip.

We all don't know what other things like "cattle chase sticks" or "tombstones," but the Ethereal Horse hastily blocked it, even though one word after another popped out of Dvarin's mouth that seemed to be a trap or weapon that wasn't approximate.

"Ko, that's enough!

"Really?

It was a doverlin that still appeared to be missing words.

Perhaps if we had asked Dvarin from the beginning to build a position, the Ethereal Horse would have been frightened that there would have been a robust position where even a million enemies could have retreated.

But I can't afford that amount of time right now, and I have trouble building too robust a position and hesitating (for) the opponent to attack.

Garam pinched his mouth there.

"According to the warriors we put out for reconnaissance, it's time for the Crusaders to show themselves. Before they come, let the ambushers go."

It was a confirmation of whether he had told Shemr to be an ambush in the dark.

"Okay. - I asked for it."

The second half of this pale horse's words were directed at Shemr, who was behind them. But Shemru doesn't even say good or bad, keeping his face that way.

Gallum sighed deeply at the troubled and bitter Ethereal Horse. And speak to the warrior who was nearby and make him bring something.

When Gallum took it, he threw it unconstitutionally toward Shemr.

"Banukah is already ready and waiting, too. If you're going, take this and go."

Shemru stopped holding him with his chest when he tied a few pieces of wood (shiba) with a rope.

Shemr held a bunch of small firewood in his chest, resentful and eyed Galam, but Galam took it softly and wouldn't even deal with him.

After a while, Shemr turned back his heel (bite) when he rang his nose small and ran away holding a bunch of wood.

"... ah"

The voice is about to leak out of the mouth of the Ethereal Horse behind Shemr.

"Leave him alone. It's just a mess."

Yes, Gallam abandoned him, but in the end Shemr left nothing to say to the Ethereal Horse, leaving the position behind with the Banukkas.

The Ethereal Horse, who was dropping off the rear of the Shemurs from inside the position, trembles in the blowing northerly wind.

I know I'm feminine myself, but without Shemr, who was always there, the wind felt kind of cold.

"Hey, Soma! Look at that!

Galam speaks to the pale horses who kept looking at you, even if they were blind to the Shemurs.

When Gallum looked at the one pointing at him, he saw something like a loess clay clay across the far horizon. And there's some kind of black shadow in it that's stupid.

The pale horse, staring at what it was, was astonished.

And it was the dust that seemed like unto him.

And the shadow in it is the figure of armed soldiers marching in formation.

"The enemy is here..."

Finally, the Ethereal Horse saw the figure of a crusader led by General Darius.

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Race Setting Published

Dwarf

A species born of worms by the power of the goddess of the earth, just like the Nordic mythology Dwerg (the corpse of Yumil = the fairy whose Uzi worm was born from the earth, given the figure and wisdom of man to the gods).

Like other fantasy works, both men and women have a short but difficult flesh, and men have a rich mustache (mustache).

The beard is a symbol of power and authority for men and it is considered disrespectful to touch the beard at will. Cutting off a beard is also thought to be tantamount to being slashed in the neck, and it is the punishment behind the death penalty among the Dwarves to be cut off.

Also, the oath "by the beard" is synonymous with risking your life for Dwarf.

Another well-known Dwarf oath is "Friends of Yale". This is about a friend who spinned and drank ale in one cup and vowed a lifelong friendship.

Because women don't grow mustaches, but they rarely come out in public, it is often mistaken by other races that Dwarf women also grow mustaches. Also, from a human point of view, Dwarf women look very adorable when they are girls, but as soon as they are over some age, they get even better in width.

The phrase "The dream I dream of my Dwarf daughter is short" left by one poet about this often tells the story. By the way, as for the Dwarf man, it is said, "It is difficult to see the Dwarf young man and his own hindsight". This is a word attributed to the fact that the appearance of a man who builds up a rich mustache from a young age is seen above his real age.

Dwarves often live in natural caves, pits they have dug, etc. Dwarf's physical trait, the eye, which is well visible even in its sloppy shape and slight lights, and its hard, stubborn body, seem to be the result of adapting to these environments.

The sloppy shape probably did so as a result of the combination of strong muscles to dig through the ground to a lower back length conducive to operating in narrow pits. Robust flesh seems to withstand fallout accidents, etc. It goes without saying that the night is brilliant, given the life underground.

Because they live exclusively with their peers in narrow spaces such as caves and pits, or have an exclusive attitude towards other races. Because of this, it tends to seem to be a stubborn and difficult character, but once you forgive your heart, you are serious about righteousness and do not betray trust. He is also a cheerful race who loves alcohol and food so much and is interested in singing and dancing.

Dwarves who dig holes and live have very good civil engineering skills. The fortifications and fortifications built by the Dwarves are widely known for their robustness and beauty, and all the fortifications said to be the three main fortifications of the Empire were built by the Dwarves.

He also has outstanding technology in the manufacture of crafts, martial arts, etc. Originally settled in caves and elsewhere, Dwarves had developed the art of shredding stones and trees for their comfort. Furthermore, the reason why it has reached such a point that it is beyond the reach of any other race is spoken of in a legend called "The Sin of Yale" (see later).

Dwarf society is a feminine society. The governor shall be succeeded by his eldest daughter, and the man shall enter into his lineage as son-in-law. That's the same for the ruling class, and Dwarf is taking a queen monarchy. A man who marries a queen is called a "king" rather than a "king" and is treated as a few steps lower than a queen.

Like other fantasy worlds, elves are among the enemies from the mythical age in this world.

The certainty with the elves, according to Dwarf's mythology, was due to his gratitude to the goddess of the earth for creating a beautiful statue of the golden goddess, but for shattering it by the elves and waging a centuries-old great war on it.

However, in the words of the elves, it is assumed that the Great War was caused by the fact that they had just felled the trees in their woods to make the statue of the goddess, or were even fired to the trees that the elves called holy trees and revered. However, there is also a discrepancy between the two arguments that Dwarf burned the Holy Tree in retaliation for the crushed statue of the Goddess.

Yale's Sin

For the Dwarves who serve the goddess of the earth, farming, which deliberately causes the earth to suck its power to grow plants, is something to remember strong resistance.

Such resistance fades with time, but at least the ancient Dwarves did not farm and were getting food by hunting and gathering. However, dead leaves and dead trees were brought into the cave, where mushroom cultivation was done exceptionally.

There's going to be a big case against those Dwarves. It was an encounter with "liquor" that fermented and made the cereal typical of ale.

Dwarves fascinated by ales and other liquors worried about how to get this drink. Farming is the only way to obtain large quantities of cereals, materials such as ales. But we cannot farm that takes away the power of the earth.

So the Dwarves thought about getting "booze" by doing business with humans.

Initially, mineral resources dug up were used as traded goods as they were. However, I learned that it is better to process it into a product than to keep the mineral resources intact.

This is where the manufacture of Dwarf crafts and weapons began.

It is still due to this that whenever the Dwarves drink alcohol, they cliche that "alcohol has misled our path".

Terror in fruit is the magic of liquor.