Maouyome

Take a squadron-sized horse riding squad through the loose hills about 10 km south of Dalmark.

The first report came up three days ago.

Heavy explosions and traces of destruction by someone.

I wondered if he even showed up in the dragon nearby, but without knowing what the cause was, only traces of destruction come up next to the next report.

Something is happening that I don't know how to handle.

Besides, even though it is approaching Dalmark from the east to draw an arc, there is no reason to overlook it in silence.

Four days ago, the southern side of Gahak's army was at the gates of the Holy City and has also received reports of a terrible defeat to Alistair.

Alistair tried brilliantly to defeat the 100,000 Gahac with just 20,000 troops.... Sure, it's easy to take a gahack of a swine rushing assault fool in your hand. But honestly, I was surprised that Alistair, who lacked both the Virgin and the Brave, could have made it.

With regard to the contents of the battle, we can only hold back the consequences, and one detail will be conveyed to us now.

A large group of giants appeared on the battlefield, but a storm of flames broke out. … It seems certain that they were cast into a phantom, but the information is so absurd that it is extremely difficult to verify its authenticity.

What the hell did Lawyer Mirialdo do to me?

That's this thin, creepy report from coming in there.

I didn't even think it had anything to do with what happened in front of the Holy City Gate. He's coming this way next to the south. … which is also well thought out.

"Dear Voldo. It's about time."

As he ran his horse thinking, his deputy, Wines, lined up his horse's head and called out.

One, nod back loudly.

Tensions also increase between groups that follow the trail of destruction from the reports received and head ahead on the expected path.

It's not a dragon. But it's slowly approaching, leaving traces of destruction comparable to dragons.

Something you can't handle.

What's that, so scary?

I want to meditate my eyes and block my ears if I can, and figure out a way to go deeper into my friendship with Yuriferna.

I don't want to do anything dangerous. I hate pain, too.

Even though I love Haz better when it's fun and pleasant.

... Damn, I want to go home honestly.

Unsullied at the loss.

Running up to a small high hill, overlooking the area.

In the plains beneath the eyes, there was a sparse expanse of tall forests.

Still...?

The moment I relaxed that I wouldn't even encounter it so easily, looking down at its serene sight. Suddenly, red and black columns rose in the distance.

"... then what the hell!?

Even though there was still a considerable distance, its columns were high everywhere, thick enough to confirm clearly that it was spiralling red and black flames.

Sounds that sound like farthunder reach your ears late, and the atmosphere deepens the color of tension. The earth conveys a slight tremor as one bird after another from the forest beneath his eyes forms a flock and narrows his vision.

When the first one rises, the red and black columns continue to follow the second and third.

"Master Voldo."

"... Shit. Serha and Moz lead a squad to each of them and pinch them from left to right! The rest of you stay on your way to Arre at the shortest possible distance! Look, don't take it personally yet!

Divide the horseback riding squad into three parts and run down the slopes and into the woods. Fortunately, the forest is neither thin nor as deep as trees. I can walk sick enough while riding.

The sound of the explosion is furthermore wooden, and the horse's head is turned toward the person making the sound and the reins are gripped strongly.

I get more creeps in my chest.

It didn't feel like there was some giant creature. Sure, I'm not a dragon. I feel the presence of something more disastrous and distorted than a dragon or something.

Something you can't handle.

The ominous hunch I feel unknowingly showed that sweat seeps out of my whole body.

Shouldn't we really get closer?

Don't you regret touching me?

An instinctive part of being an organism sounds an alarm to himself to turn back here.

I bend myself over with reason and hold onto the reins strongly that I'm likely to follow right now.

"... I guess that's why we have to make sure it's what it is. I'm frightened because I don't know anything, and I can forgive you for that!

In my own words, I tell myself strongly.

These solitaires also become habits just because they have a sense of being more timid and lazy than anyone else.

The branches of the trees broke off and went out to the open place.

An even louder explosion broke out, and immediately at the end of his eyes and nose a red and black fire column stood relentlessly, making sure the impact rippled and crawled through the meadow.

Deeply pay attention to the state of its firepillar, while desperately forgiving the horse to avoid rumbling at the murmuring and fierce sounds of his ears.

"What the hell. What the hell is going on..."

I feel the magic of enormous density from its firepillars. To the scourge and poisonousness contained therein, the groin strawberries make a noise and shrink.

"Master Voldo! Get that one up there!

Wines screamed when he found something over the sky.

Far above looking up, he saw something clearly like a shadow, dispersed in the remains of trees and lumps of dirt that had been bounced off its pillars of fire.

Close your eyes and observe the figure carefully.

It does look like a person, too.

Slowly, the shadows bouncing over the far sky are falling, drawing parabolas.

Feeling the atmosphere I saw there, my thoughts and convictions as a mercenary moved my body unconsciously.

"Dear Voldo!? Where is it?

"Take that one!

"It's impotent!

Pull the reins hard and rush out in response to the screaming Wines backwards.

I know a hundred things that are unscrupulous. But I'm sure it's him who snorts over there.

I couldn't tell from a distance.

Maybe it just looks like a shadow, and the truth is that the roots of a crushed tree are just flying.

... but maybe not.

More red and black columns burst just beside the diseased horse body.

He manages to maintain his balance as he is about to be blown away by a blast, approaching the falling figure.

The fire pillar was clearly aimed at the shadow.

"Holy crap... fuck you!

Flirting by a series of fire columns, he thrusts uncontrollably over the fiercely rocking meadow, staring at it as if it were a leaf of a tree in a storm.

The distance gradually narrowed, and the falling shadow could be discerned as a person indeed. The more unpleasant a hunch you get, the more convinced you are that it is definitely in a country you know so well.

Mood the horse's feet and push further forward.

I don't think he'll be safe, no matter how much he falls from that height. I finally found it. To die in a place like this,... you don't want to.

But there's too much distance.

Keep it up,... we'll make it!

"Get out of the way, yeah, yeah, yeah!

Its body, powerless and immobile, is gaining momentum and falling to the surface. If I stay like this, I'll be slammed hard to the ground in time.

One more leg. A few more inches short.

... don't make it!

Stirred by the rocking earth and blast, he runs his horse diligently, and as he approaches its, expected point of fall, he is deeply brainy and pulmonary dictated by agitation and agitation.

I can't make it in a few moments, in front of you from far above to the ground,... I can beat you.

The moment I crashed into the ground and hallucinated that my body would be crushed. A lump of wind suddenly blew and disturbed, gently enveloping and lifting the body that had fallen in a place of ground shavings.

And there, we can clearly see who that falling figure was.

"Eusis!

Without slowing down the speed of horseback riding, lean your body out of your horse's body to a large extent, reaching out to the brave man who is hovering.

Again, the red and black columns burst up close.

"Damn it!

Stirred by a blast where it was still likely to arrive, the distance leaves much. He stepped hard on the horse belly and quickly regained his position.

Eusis escapes the blast as if protected by the wind, keeping his horse just tall and flying on.

Then line up next to Eusis, who is being carried by the wind, increasing his speed while avoiding the impending fire pillars. My whole body was worn out at a glance, and I was just dying of full creativity.

"Eusis! It's me! Hang on!

I don't even have a response to my voice calling me to yell.

Are you unconscious or have no room to just react?

Reaching out to attract you to the horse, but it's hard just to keep going side by side in the obstruction-rich woods.

Several attempts fail, and I don't know, tongue punching comes out.

In the meantime, the red and black firepillars rise again and again, aiming at Eusis. Every time I get blown away, the distance goes away, and there's just a pile of frustration and haste at the status quo that I don't think it is.

The tree abruptly broke.

Out of sight ahead, ahead continues into the sky.

Ahead, it was a chopped cliff.

"... you're lying, damn it"

My ears picked up slightly another sound that I could hear between the rough atmosphere and the shock of a hoof banging in the aftermath of the explosion as I almost gave up pursuit with my teeth biting.

From the other side of the cliff.

With a slight anticipation of the sound, push the patrol in and squeeze the reins hard. I don't care if it's a tick or a bee. You have to bet when you bet. A man scraps.

Accelerate a short escape distance through your eyes.

He followed Eusis as he jumped from the tip of the cliff, jumping his horse up high and as far away as he could.

The ground loses sight and is engulfed by an indescribable sense of flotation.

"Shh, shh, shh!

Shout out loud from the bottom of your belly and shake off your fears.

The cut rock walls had other heights of thought.

……

……

Yabe.

The regret of the moment overtakes my head.

When I left it to momentum and my stupidity began to chill my thoughts and liver balls, the sound I heard just now pounded up close and loud.

The sound of waterfalls with massive amounts of water running down.

A large amount of groundwater flooded from the middle belly of the rock wall became a waterfall and was poured into a large waterfall pot that spread beneath his eyes.

"Ahhhhh!

He regained his mind and reached out in the air, and still couldn't reach it, so he put his foot further in the saddle and jumped toward Eusis floating in the air.

Hold that waist firmly in your arms.

At that moment when it was attached to Eusis' body, the wind force that was covering his body scattered, jumping upside down into the waterfall pot as it jumped momentum.

Zapper and the freezing cold waters of the early winter raised the water column and swallowed the two old men jumping in from the cliff deep into its cold nostalgia.

The hands and feet sink deeper and deeper into the cold water where the exposed skin hurts until the momentum leaps away.

Holding Eusis tightly as he builds air into his mouth, he swims on for a desperately glowing surface with his frozen hands and feet bumped.

The forthcoming armor was saved with waxed leather armor.

It seems that the emphasis on ease of movement played a role because it was aimed at repulsion by horseback riding. This makes it relatively easy to move in the water.

"Uh-huh!

Face vigorously out of the cold water and breathe fresh air into your eyes.

"Eusis,... damn"

Eusis, who floated in his arms, was holding his breath. But even in cold water, the body has not yet lost its warmth. Did the jumping impact temporarily stop you breathing?

I may have been fortunate not to get my lungs invaded by the water, but this also means that I can't afford any more.

"Wait! Immediately...... eh!?

As he tried to swim towards the water, the water around him gathered with obvious willingness, enveloping two bodies for each Eusis he held.

The collected water had created a stream as it was, which promptly pushed my body toward the shore shortly after swimming.

"Holy crap,... the hell"

Two, I think of the sight of Eusis continuing to fly in the wind. That one did also look like the wind was gathering to carry Eusis' body. Next in the wind,... water?

It was even delivered to the waterfront of the waterfall pot, as if it had been turned into a strange force.

"Whoa, whoa!

It contains water to lift the heavier body out of the water and pulls Eusis' body up onto the rock with momentum and temper.

"Ha, ha, ha, it's a total disaster. Damn."

He also turns his complexion to earthy while he sees it. He slaps Eusis on the cheek and sees the reaction, but there is no sign of waking up.

Exactly, why don't we just keep screwing around.

Gently tongue and unlock the pouch at the waist, removing the vitreous vial from the inside. I hesitate a little, but I can't replace my belly on my back. Momentum breaks the seal, opens the cork plug, and pours Soytz into Eusis's mouth, where his breathing remains stopped.

"It's a secret extra potion. I'll pay for this later."

How many days can I drink this in a tavern with a beautiful place?

I swear strongly to my heart that when things are done, I will make sure that the money is coloured and returned to me, and I will make you drink it with tears.

The sensation of swallowing was conveyed, and even during a breath, redness was found to increase in the complexion.

Eusis breathes deeply and calmly back.

"It's good to know.... This will help"

I remember a little relief from an old friend blowing his breath, breathing with a hateful look at his muddy, painful face.

That, was the next moment.

The body was tense due to an uncomfortable killing, and soon after turning around, the water column rose up with a loud volume behind it.

Turn around while the droplets pour like heavy rain, maximizing alertness.

There was a figure standing on the water as if nothing was going on in the center of a waterfall pot with rough, raging waters like that stormy sea.

I was impressed with the golden rich hair shaking as the water splash defied the sun with fine scattering.

A right-faced blonde young man dressed in temple knight armor. It is also like a hero who came out of some pictorial tale, if only to say so by its appearance.

Unless the expression is even ugly and distorted.

The intimidation I feel is unusual.

Above all, it tells the story that Soytz is not what it looks like.

"Do you still have breath? I think it's a good idea."

Soitz slowly opened his mouth as he stepped up his vigilance.

The sound of the voice was too calm and tender to convey the disgusting feeling of not being good at it.

"... who are you? Why do you attack him?"

The joy surfaced in an ugly expression in response to a response that was low and could only be given like roaring. The nasty grin exasperates discomfort.

"What do you do when you hear that? I can't do it."

Soytz's right hand spreads his palm flat and is slowly offered forward.

Just give me your hand forward. Despite the fact that that was all the operation, it was felt that the magic power was refined to such an extent that it was not normal, and the density was deepened and increased.

Intuition leads questions to answers.

It's him.

He said it was something he didn't know how to handle.

I don't know who I am, who I am to destroy.

Faster than trying to get fit, I can squeeze it all at once so that my spread palm takes something away.

And the red and black columns covered everything in sight.