A Wish to Grab Happiness

Catastrophe.

I'm not sure by now who the first person to start calling that name was. By the time I realized it, everyone was calling it that, with a lot of fear and overflowing hatred.

At first I hear it just seemed like an increase in the number of Warcraft.

The warcraft, which was not supposed to be a flock, became a flock, and the species, which was not supposed to be compatible, bundled up and put their nails up at Fort Suziv, northwest of the Kingdom of Garrist.

That's all at first.

Most humans didn't notice, and they didn't care. Originally northwest of the Garrist kingdom is a place exposed to the threat of warcraft.

Then we all thought that sometimes that would happen. The same was true of humans in the Garrist kingdom, as well as humans in other countries. For a while, apparently, only that degree of recognition was available to the majority of humans.

Humanity's perception was finally anointed after Yingjie, guarding the robust Fort Sziv, withered his life by the hands of the demon during the convenient thirteenth defensive battle.

That's it. Once upon a time, the demon had his first opportunity on the surface stage. Prelude to the catastrophe.

Of course, it's something I can hear, so there's a great chance it's slipping away from the original history. Whatever, a telling story is a big change of appearance if one passes through one person.

Of course, I don't like to be late for my thoughts. After the fall of Fort Sziv, the warcraft both began to walk the earth wide with our faces and invade the human survival zone.

The Warcraft should have lived in the narrows of the human world, but this time man was to live in the narrows of the Warcraft world.

That is the primitive age, as if we had reverted back to the mythical age. From then on, man was no longer the champion of the earth.

Naturally, I didn't do anything with humans. Soldiers from all countries took spears and chopped the throats of the warcraft, and the magic ran through the sky and crushed the skulls of the enemies around.

Many heroes ran through the battlefield, and several brave men were born. Sometimes it was not a war between the state and the devil, but a battle between mankind and the devil that hung each other's right to life.

Humanity joined hands with an otherwise incompatible elf and also blew away centuries-old hatred to shoulder with its neighbors. You could say that you've done everything possible to kill yourself.

But - still, mankind couldn't.

The Warcraft caused their appearance to be blown up not only from the kingdom of Garrist, but from all nations, and they stood their fangs on the earth like eroding mud.

If man sprouts the earth even slightly, the devil will prune its roots. At the end of the day, even the existence of mythology became the enemy of mankind.

Heroes are killed by the jaws of demons, and brave men sink into battlefields. Those days lasted for years.

Sometimes, everyone stopped calling this war or battle. Because war means that those who possess power over each other attach spears to each other. For the first time, there are things that can rival each other.

But that wasn't the same anymore. There was just the side to be preyed on and the side to be preyed on. Humanity became merely a being preyed upon by warcraft.

So we refer to that series of warcraft invasions, and we call them - catastrophes and.

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"... Ann. Will you ask for a proxy? The writing I write is dirty, it's not something I could give people."

Well, in this dying body, the letter would be distorted even if I wanted to write it in earnest.

Outside the window, he said so unexpectedly, doing his gaze at the blizzard of death and snow. Thoughts, etc. are not wrapped up in the skull, and I don't know what to tell you where I wrote the letter.

But the eyes were wide open enough to tell for themselves.

When Ann nodded as upset by the words, she asked me in a strange way whether it was Master Mattia.

Well, who else is there? Oh, no, I've certainly never replied to Mattia before. Isn't it good once in a while?

Shake your lips as you force your words into your head. Every time my mouth stopped, strangely, the words themselves licked the air extremely smoothly.

"Later, ask Gaza for one if you can. Thank you, princess, for staying asleep."

That's how he abusively spells words and buries them in parchment. Whatever, there's been some disrespect, Anne will sum it up well. That's how I trust her.

But what a strange comfort. I wonder why I'm scratching to move my fingertips in the face of a catastrophe.

Isn't that what they call a catastrophe because there was nothing humans could do about it? Isn't it a nightmare where numerous brave Yingjie stood up and collapsed?

Now I'm on my way to a nightmare where I can say I'm miserable, and there's no way I can grab anything with this hand. It's natural. That's why I kept going out of sight. Strong back teeth, bite. A once scorched hero figure behind his sight was visible.

Where the letter is one paragraph away, he squeals his fingertips as he leaks his exhale. Again, bite your back teeth. Then, ignoring the pain of poking up vividly, he raised his upper body with one breath.

The body simply moves the muscles as shards, making them feel painful enough to bite the whole body. They're suing me with the whole spirit that I shouldn't move now, that I should rest.

Thank God. No matter how impotent you are, only my life labors my body. Unfortunately, my spirituality seems to have been foolish everywhere. Advice doesn't make sense.

Engage unmeshed joints and launch a barking spine. What, although I don't know the reason, no, it's this body that's gotten tough. Let's get a little more impotent.

I get out of bed and pour my pillow liquor directly down my throat with a hot whimper. What a lukewarm drink it was because of the warm room. Even though alcohol is the most exciting time to get cold in a time of death and snow.

"Hey... what are you doing, you! I still have wound holes in my body. You want to go to the graveyard from yourself?

Phyllos-Trait screams, as he was taken aback, wondering if he is not an idiot. It was a voice that sounded kinky in my ear. I want you to stop. An extra dull pain is coming out of my bones because of my voice.

Open your mouth while distorting your lips.

"That's not how it works. They don't forgive anyone for taking it easy and quiet anymore."

I suppose so. It is the privilege of the mortal to live his days in peace and entrusting everything to others. The difficulty is the prey of heroic braves, and ordinary people can only sit and pray that it all ends.

I'm not talking about that being good, bad. I'm just saying that's what it is. The living have a role to play.

That's how I slaughtered my hero - my resting Hert-Stanley with this hand.

Then there can be no more excuses. Can you hide beneath the curtain with a strange face on everything now?

I thought I made up my mind. Before me, I just wonder if this is still the case. All the trouble is rolling.

There is no telling how you paid off the evil spirits that nest in Arueno's body, how you kick the catastrophe away, or how you count the little ones.

But I'll eat each of them carefully, one by one. I suppose so. No matter how powerful Altius is, the catastrophe is the threat itself. I won't be a reason to turn away.

- The cowardice that turns pale in the face should be fed to the dove rat. Do not let it dwell in the heart of a hero.

Purple electric treasure sword at the waist. That's how I say it, with two waves of unnamed white blades.

"Philose-Trait. Just fine. I need your help, too. There are mountains to do something about."

I broke my cheek, I said. Behind the thought is a dim whisper. It's been a long time since I've felt it. In his skull, he remembered the words of my master, Richard.

- You have talent. Like me, you're a bad guy.