Hakai no Miko

The Zoans, who continued to run the dark night for a moment or so, reached a large rock, like an isolated island, that protruded into the plains, the sea plains. They squeal their noses and take away the smell around them, making sure there are no suspicious or tracking people before finally getting up on two legs.

"I'm off here tonight. To the village, tomorrow morning."

The roots of the large rock, which stood so close as to look up, were connected by long hair-legged animals, very similar to a few nuns, to be hidden in the shade of the shrub.

When Zoan and the others built a simple kamado by piling stones near it, they instantly started a fire, using the dead trees and grass they had picked up.

"Buttered," The Elegant Fang "?

Shemru wrinkles her nose in a grumpy manner as she roughly raised and lowered her shoulders and bared her breath at the teasing words of "Fierce Fangs". And make sure you want to fall in, chest up.

"A profound thank you to my brothers and sisters for the Fierce Fangs." Elegant Fangs will never forget this grace. "

"Hmm. No thanks. You are the Son of God the Great Beast. Zoan's family must be brought together to fight the humans. I need you to be the flag for that."

A bitter laugh leaks from my fellow countrymen who were listening to it in the words of "Fierce Fangs". Because everyone knew he cared most about Shemr's cheapness. It was a "fierce fang" that threatened my countrymen with fangs out of embarrassment, but I remembered the existence of its back, even though I tried to lower the human child that the approaching Shemr was carrying.

"High fangs, what the hell is this guy?

As if dealing with a broken object, The Raging Fang hit the question on Shemr, who gently held the human child down to the ground. Neither do my compatriots around me speak, but I am suspicious and doubtful that I have brought in a hateful human child.

"I don't know..."

"Don't know?

"That's right. I don't know, I brought this guy."

Everyone looked at Shemr's answer, which gave no guidelines.

"More than that, give me water and food"

When my compatriots handed me a water bag and dried meat, I watered them first. To the dry body, the water seemed sweet and stained all over the body. I put up with wanting to drink more, and when I let the cloth contain water, so I let the cracked Ethereal Horse lips drink a little water. To the water coming from his lips, he confirms that the pharynx of the Ethereal Horse has moved, and Shemr hoes.

That's how he drinks the water, and when Shemr puts the dried meat in his mouth, he chews it up again and again. I endured the urge to accidentally swallow the good meat I had not tasted in a long time, chewing it up until it was like soup, and then giving it to the pale horse with a mouth shift.

The moment I had a mouth transfer, my countrymen were making noise behind me but silently killed me, and now I mouth dried meat for myself to eat.

My countrymen were astonished, including The Fierce Fang. Originally Zoan makes less distinctions between men and women, and in everyday life women also follow their prey as hunters, and if it is a war, they become warriors and fight shoulder to shoulder with men. And even in it, Shemr was a good daughter to say he was a man. Wouldn't such a girlfriend strike the earth goddess in surprise and turn around and cause an earthquake, such as taking care of someone so worthwhile?

My compatriots try to ask for help and see The Fang, but it was the Fang Fang who wanted help.

As far as he could tell, I didn't think Shemr was worth that much to the human child he brought in. My arms and legs are thin, and I can only say that I am fragile when I look at the way my body muscles. I thought he was the son of a pioneering peasant, not a soldier, but his palms seemed soft, and he never even farmed with a shovel or a shovel. When that happened, I thought it was the next child of the nobles, but that doesn't explain the fact that he was put in a cell with Shemr.

I have no idea.

But now that he had broken off that priority must be given to reaching the village safely, "Fierce Fangs" let him take turns and stand guard, he also decided to scratch the wool textile to sleep.

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The next morning, as the sun peeked into his face at the end of the east, the Zoans began moving north as they spanned animals similar to Nu. Zoan showed horses an unbeatable run for a short time, but it's easier to use these animals over long distances.

The Ethereal Horse was also swayed on the back of the animal so that it could be held by Shemr. Ever since then his consciousness has never returned. My body drinks it down reflexively if I give it water or a drink, but somehow only consciousness returns. All that, Shemr's reckoning was sensitive to his increasingly debilitating body.

Then after a whole day through the plains, the surrounding landscape became a sloping uphill and the trees began to stand out. Already the leaves fell from the branches of the trees, and the sound of the cold northerly winds cut down from the mountains by branches like the hands that had become only bones was ringing with a puffiness.

Shemr said as he went along a cliffy steep slope that chopped down the mountain on his right hand side and a mountain path that was wide enough for about three horses to walk side by side, hoping for a forest with trees on the slopes that snugly descend on his left.

"You're a lot better on the road. Did you widen your path while I was gone?

"... not us. Don't be more alert than that."

Shemr tilted his neck to "Fierce Fangs," which he said in a grumpy manner.

A little further, and it is already a village of our own family. I feel a lot nostalgic when I say that the water sounds of the rapids flowing across the forest on my left hand side were just less than a month apart.

"All right, stop. We're going down the mountain from here."

But when "Fierce Fangs" stopped the line, he pointed to the mountain of his right hand. If we do want to go the mountain on our right hand side, we have to climb up somewhere around here where the slopes are slightly sloppy. But even if you don't bother to go on like that, if you keep going straight down the mountain road, you should get to the village soon.

To Shemr, who said so, "Fierce Fangs" was short, only saying, "If you go, you'll see," he descended from the back of the animal, pulled the reins and began to climb the slopes. Neither did the brethren complain, but began to climb the slopes in the same way, so Shemr also began to climb the slopes, taking care not to let the Ethereal Horse fall again.

After the rear-tailed compatriots had made sure that they had ground with the branches they had picked up and had fallen leaves on them to erase their own footprints, a line proceeded to the back of the mountain.

Shemr was uncomfortable.

To say that this area is already Zoan's zone of power, but that it is strange to go all the way through these mountains in and of itself, makes my countrymen even more nervous and wary.

What the hell happened while I was gone?

"Here, wait a minute!

Moving through the mountains for a while, "Fierce Fangs" said so.

"It's an exalted fang. Just follow me."

That said, only one of them started walking towards his left hand.

I could feel it leaving the Ethereal Horse behind, but pressed just in case to say "please" to my compatriots who were nearby, then I would follow the Fierce Fang.

"Don't make too much noise"

"What the hell is wrong with you?

"That's what I'm going to tell you. Shut up and follow me."

So I pulled out the mountain knife on my hips and walked out on my back. I didn't know why, but Shemr continued later.

In Shemr's view, we are now around the cliff behind the village. Soon the account will open in front of the Shemurs and go out to the cliff.

"Don't give me too much head. Slowly, look down."

Shemr glanced under the cliff, much more surprised, as "Fierce Fangs" put it.

Under a cliff about twenty meters high, there should have been their own village. There should have been a number of tents made of fur textiles lining the pillars where the ancestral spirits were fed, and the hunters who had captured their prey and the children who had caught fish in the nearby rivers.

But what's there now is a tent that burns unbroken and piles up as garbage. The pillars of the overthrown ancestral spirit. Still, a building made of wooden planks that just got done. Large flag, in the northerly wind. A sturdy fence built to surround the village. And they were armed human soldiers.

"Not long after you were captured by the fort, humans attacked the village. They used fire to burn down our tents and tried relentlessly to kill our girls and children."

Suddenly, "Fierce Fangs" told Shemr overlooking what was once a village.

"I realized the smoke rising from the village was still on my way back from the battle of the fort. Because he had many injured, the chief led only those who could fight and hurried to the village, but the village was already a sea of fire. The chief and we gathered our survivors and fled to the back of the mountain, fighting the soldiers who were there."

Hearing "Fierce Fangs" speak, Shemr's eyes, along with the wreckage of the tent, were nailed to the bodies of his fellow countrymen piled to fold. The bodies of still young children and old men were dumped as if - no, exactly as garbage.

"I gathered the other fleeing compatriots and fled to the lair that was ready behind the mountain. But it's not safe there either. The humans are willing to eradicate us. We're going to build a base where it was our village and hunt us out alone."

"There you go... what about the chief? Where's Elder Garguz?

"You're dead. Fight to get us out of here."

"Fierce Fangs" turned his back on Shemr and told him to throw up as he returned to the path he had come.

"Now I'm the chief."