It's all one flower.

Farkil, with his bloody face, looked out for Lanterna Island lying on the southern edge of the North Vieetfi Bridge.

... going to Lanterna Island?

Maybe we can get this far and get him back to Artel territory.

He took all his possessions and crossed to the island of Nenia with his life at stake. A city exposed to a unilateral attack by the Artel army… an effort by the Artel government to convey the truth, all of which is about to become blisters of water.

My whole body was about to lose its strength. He manages to support his body with his clammy, trembling knee.

"I'm sure you'll come back, soldiers. Even if it takes a few days to work, there will be about a week's worth of food, and if it turns out to be Isa, one by one, it will be sturdy bread..."

Pinatifida, the bakery's daughter, does everything in her power to encourage me. The voice that spoke quickly was trembling. I guess he's telling himself, too.

Not only this girl, but everyone else, believes the lie that Farkil said, "It is a powerless people of the Lacrimalis caught up in the war by chance in an acquaintance house in Nemoralis territory".

Everyone's eyes look at the "unlucky boy" Farkill with sorrow.

Everything I can say, Pinatifida has said. He closes his mouth with something to say and turns away, scratching his head and staring at the broken iron door.

Farkill turned on the tablet terminal.

It's big news to say that a group of demons broke out and the border strongholds guarded by the army were destroyed, etc. Soldiers may be communicating information to other bases and calling on peripheral residents and tourists to reinforce evacuation and protection.

If that were the case, it would be on news sites such as the Hunan Economic Newspaper.

An error message appeared in the activated browser, in a large font.

No servers found.

... Huh? Why?

I ran my eyes at the continuation of the error message.

Make sure your address is correct.

If you are unable to view other sites, check your device's network connection.

If your network is protected by a firewall or proxy, make sure that you are granted WEB access.

Check the corners of the screen. There was not a single display of the antenna.

The hair on the spine stands in unison. When I accidentally raised my face off the screen, I bumped into Medvege's carefree gaze.

"What's up? Is something wrong?

"I don't..."

"What?

"Antenna...... uh, can't receive radio waves"

"Is that what broke down?

Captain Solgnac, manager Leno, and employee Cruillo surround Farkill in no time.

Farkill shook his neck sideways and showed his tablet terminal. Captain Solgnac translates the error message displayed in the common language into Hunan.

"Uh... So, is that you? It's like a radio tower that was at the base that broke in battle, Cotto?

The wizard Cruillo heard it in a voice that seemed unsure. Furkill snorts as he is heartily surprised by his comprehension of not knowing the Internet at all.

"I was wondering if I could request a rescue through gathering information and... tourists..."

Manager Leno says in a bright voice to Furkill, who will be dropped.

"You said yesterday that the tree had been knocked down at the split road, right?

When Farkill nodded silently, the driver Medvege joined the conversation.

"Oh, right next to the road, there were all these crushed trees scattered around."

A giant warcraft must have trampled upon it.

The driver tilts his neck gently, looks out for Negna Island, and handles his memory.

"Well, there's not a single grass growing in the vicinity of the new road, but it's going straight north of the woods."

I don't know if that was really prevalent on the side roads or if it was the work of the Warcraft.

Medvege tells the story of the Warcraft.

"So, there's a green guy sitting in the middle of the road, and the black one is, there's no grass... well, were you even fighting over territory?

No one can answer that.

Yesterday, Farkill was shooting those warcraft from the passenger seat. Open the image folder and zoom in on the Warcraft photo.

"I was trying to get a soldier to look at me, and I was taking pictures, and I was so snoring..."

"This......!

Manager Leno took a breath.

"You know what?

"I mean, you know, this black guy, he's got a knack I saw at the burn in Zerneau City. But I'm sorry. I don't know what he eats or what he's capable of."

I can't believe he's here... and fades.

Cruillo called Awellana of the long-lived race and gave way to the place. The pharmacist (dull) of the lake people who saw the screen clouds his expression.

"I, too, saw it in the ruins of a broadcaster. I don't even know what kind of warcraft it is. The green one is a warcraft called the bull of fire."

Sure, the green warcraft looks like a bull.

The size is much larger than this four-ton truck, completely blocking a four-lane road. The hoof is about the size of a truck tire. If they stepped on me with this stuff, there wouldn't be a single passenger car.

"It looks like a cow, but it's a carnivore. That's what they call it because they build up magic between the corners and fly fireballs. This corner is a material for your medicine to cure cirrhosis..."

A sigh leaked from nowhere in Awellana's explanation.

Yesterday's explosion sounded like it was this guy's fault.

Demons and warcraft grow indefinitely as long as they eat the creatures of the world and what is magical. There's no limit to life like a normal organism.

This warcraft is an equivalent, eaten individual.

I know who one of the warcraft was on the road, but that doesn't make sense. I thought the bottom of my belly would be cold on "carnivorous" information, but I encourage myself by looking at the iron door.

"But you're not here now, are you?

Farkill checked with the two of them who went to see what was going on.

"What are you gonna do?

"I'll take a picture. Worst case scenario, if we get near Lanterna Island, we'll be able to get that radio wave, so we can request a rescue over the internet..."

Captain Solniak accompanied me.

Approach the Iron Door somewhat before taking a panoramic view of the North Vieetofi Bridge. Get a little closer and the whole door is destroyed. From the gap between the distorted doors, the destroyed bridgehead and the township were taken.

The debris burns everywhere, presenting a look not so different from the burning marks of the air raid. Focus on the trail of a giant hoof. Some feathers were also falling from Farkill's arm.

Copy the tragedy in as much detail as possible and return to everyone.

... if the troops here were wiped out... eaten and the handheld warcraft was back in the woods...?

The next passenger is in danger. Except for organisms, they can be transported in [endless bags (mulberries)], so it must be live livestock that carries them in a truck.

From what I've seen so far from the city of Morniya, the private car ownership rate is low, but it won't go through at all.

Associations from misery make my thoughts more and more pessimistic.

... I'm not sure yet that the Lacrimalis aren't coming to see how things are going.

I have eyes for my daughter in the bakery who stands in front of the truck. Pinatifida gave me the same gentle smile that she had when she encouraged me and welcomed me to Farkill.