A Wish to Grab Happiness

Hill soldiers. The shadow shakes her figure. Not many places at first glance. Is it some sort of scourge or something? Isn't it a warcraft to see where the horse can be seen? They don't imitate like riding a horse.

A moment after that thought passed, after.

- Gi, n.

The sound of iron and iron meshing and joining together. The sound of horses hissing and hooves slamming hard on the ground. The shadows on the hill are rocking even louder. I felt even a slight scream in the wind from time to time. I accidentally opened my eyes wide.

Battlefield music. Flesh is torn and blood erupts, it can only be played in such a place. That special acoustic was poking me in the back of my ear.

In such a place, there is no reason for people to stick their fingernails out of each other. Except if you're so dumb. If so, it is the people and the Warcraft who are playing this.

The roar of the mortal is twirling heavily.

People and demons are peeling each other's teeth. No. Maybe it's more appropriate that people are being attacked?

treasure sword at the waist and tilt the white sword. I gripped the reins strongly. I could see Karia opening her mouth as she narrowed her eyes.

"Wait, you. Let the soldiers go. Or I'll go. Simulate how easy it is to move."

Guess you figured out what I was going to do now. Karia said it like she blamed you.

I don't know, loosen my cheeks. I did not expect such common sense words to emerge from those who would no longer be Kalia. I don't think he's the same person who confronted one big warcraft in the woods. Recklessness would be your monopoly.

I said with a grin, and that's how I tried to eat the edge of Karia's words.

"- I asked for the back. I have a shield. You don't have anything to fear, do you?

By the time the word ends or not, I pull out the treasure sword. It drew a line in the hollow with the beauty that purple electricity was no more than this.

Then he rings his words at the soldiers who follow him around. Long time ago, I felt my throat wide open. Yeah, I'm on the battlefield.

"Surrounded by a team, set up a weapon. We're going to storm the hills now."

A slight nervousness and agitation echoed the words and found the soldiers running over their heads. There is also power in the hands where the weapons are laid. Naturally. Even though it was death and snow, there was hardly any such thing as an act of combat to get here.

Are most of the Warcraft going under the Demon Man? Or something else. Are you avoiding stronger demonic reactions?

Continue your words as you look at the blackscarlet sword that Kalia has.

"Look, we didn't come here to take it. I'm here to save you. Good, then, talk grass to the last generation. The bard will look good and make poetry."

I hold up my cheeks and force myself to make a grin and say. It's humiliating. So I told you to die. That's what I'm arrogantly telling them. I am so commanded to brave them and to go to the dead.

Even more so now, you know the bottom. Self-loathing is like staying.

So I don't like being a commander. I know how unusual I am.

The emotions pushed into their chests open their mouths with care so that the shards do not leak out either. I said, showing my teeth.

"- So, shall we go? Warcraft to demons, demons. I came with the Great Devil at the end. Best than any hero, Tan."

Make the horse hiss and run. He was leaking a hot exhale out of his mouth. The treasure sword gives me a tremor as if it were in tune.

Long time no see. Did I finally say reunion? Um, about the worst trip ever and. Oh, I'm getting a feeling. I'm home. Back then.

Have I changed after all? Since that time when there was nothing, could we really get something? Only vague such questions had sprung up in my chest.

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Neymar-Gloria stirs up her soldiers as she squeaks her voice. Then I stretched the strings wide and let the arrows slide into the air.

That behavior, which has not yet been lost in this messy setting, will be the result of an unmistakable and relaxed workout. Here and now are the results of repeatedly tearing the bow and skin and continuing to seep blood into your fingertips.

As she responded, the wind-cut sound cut the sky and carried the arrow.

The arrow was at the end of Neymar's gaze, the demonic appearance of a deer. piercing deep between its frowns. Toxic colored blood erupted into the surrounding area.

Neymar had the feeling of scratching his life off the distance. The feeling of the cranium crushing and choosing the cerebral pulp. Neymar swallows spit unknowingly.

So in the next moment, my eyes were heavily distorted.

with his skull crushed and several pieces implanted in his body. The monster deer will not fall. Though the wounds that appear to be fatal are carved into its body in many ways.

It makes me look stupid. Not putting it on his voice, Neymar muttered quietly like that. I never thought the exchange of life would make me feel this barren.

Normal warcraft isn't that far. I'm not off track to this point. If you smash your skull, you die, and if you slit your throat, you naturally fall and lie down. Then what is this?

Demonization. Those words came to Neimar's mind.

The act of a warcraft tearing away the skin of a beast and trying to sublime it to a pure demon. Its presence always sticks out normality.

Something that holds an improbable amount of rigidity. Something that releases the temper that poisons your surroundings. That's how you get life force enough to be stupid. This is the devil deer.

Besides, I wish that was just the same. When the other species are combined - will there be dozens more?

breathing on his shoulders, Neymar says. Only for a moment, the soldiers succeeded in pushing the Warcraft forward.

"Reassemble the line! Hurry!"

The footsteps of soldiers responding to voices are powerless in some way. I don't care if you're out of hand, I guess all of it is. I don't know how. Originally it was just a scourge. He only took a leg because the dissident forces appeared near Wang Du, and the equipment and the number of soldiers were as if they were not enough.

Besides, morale won't be enough. Neymar squeaks so in his mouth.

Archet, the king's capital that we should protect, fell miserably. The King and the National Army have turned themselves over to the northwest, the cathedral's direct jurisdiction, and little movement has been communicated. Even so, we must risk our lives and wave our weapons against the Warcraft.

Neymar, and so are the soldiers. I no longer knew how to keep fighting here.

In the midst of a catastrophic demon frenzy, it may have decided his fate to be entrusted with the paramedics. Neymar was forced to push such thoughts into his chest.

"What will you do, my lieutenant? Do you want to form a defense team? This is where there are fifty left."

One of the senior soldiers opens his mouth like that. The tone is stiff, but somewhere calm would be due to his habit of repeated battles. What a thankful calm at a time like this.

Neymar says, shaking his head to the side.

"I'm gonna end up being pushed in. One last storm and exit to the right flank of the enemy. That's about it."

I wonder, a senior soldier nodded powerlessly and said.

The enemy does not fall as if it were a curse, and this one falls down with a single wave of the enemy's claws. Fools. There's no way I can do this. Then I'll have to run to feel sorry for you that it will be miserable already.

To be honest, there is very little hope that I can get out of it, just because I've just been forced to storm it. Ten of them would be better off if they survived. Demonized demonization is not so much a threat.

To the boulder, I guess it's over. Such words flew into Neymar's brain. What will the captain say? I was a little concerned about that.

That's how I tried to tell the soldiers to storm, the moment.

- The flank of the Warcraft group blew up. It's like a thunderbolt. With a roar.

Black stained scarlet was reflected in Neymar's eyes. At the same time, the appearance of a sword depicting purple electricity. The figure looked familiar.