A Wish to Grab Happiness

A cold wind beats his cheek and dries up his throat. I regretted including another glass of water before I left the inn. She said she couldn't go back.

Try to jump over the shadows of the house and take the soldiers down the street. Much noise began to sprout from the surroundings, and the heart sped up the noise unknowingly.

Perhaps the soldiers all share the same feelings as me, but no one utters a word. Whatever I thought now, I just had to move on.

Anyway, a guy with a good chance is an instant. If you miss it once, you can easily disappear from sight and lose it. I guess a soldier-running person understands that from the bone marrow.

The operation of diving into their feet with the fire that Grandpa had set up seemed to have shown a one-off success. The streets, which should already be under the control of both warcraft, are now quiet. Everyone and he are forced to respond in some way.

Now, I can turn my back on the royal palace. It was a strange mood for a common man like me, once unacceptable to approach the royal palace, to finally step into the royal palace under demonic rule.

Only the footsteps of the crests and the soldiers of Gaza strike the perimeter. Binoculars moved beside him as he exhaled the air that had simmered into his lungs.

"... I think Karia would be very angry. It's like heavy rain already."

says Eldis. In other words, he had a frightened voice. It sounds like her, but I know exactly what you're trying to say.

In the minority march, you can see right behind you that you can't see all the silver and black appearances.

I'm just asking you to do something else along the way when it comes to fialerts. Not when it comes to Kalia. I have been forced to rest for a little while.

"You're forcing the seriously wounded in therapy to come out to the front. You gotta be kidding me."

I warp my cheeks and say it without raising my voice. I tried not to sound like soldiers.

In the first battle with the demon, Kalia can barely move through his hands and legs. So much so that if you were just a human being, you wouldn't be able to use your hands and feet per se forever. In fact, I wouldn't have eaten dinner alone if I hadn't helped.

There's no way you can put an opponent like that on the battlefield, when you say that, Erdis waves his teasing mouth at Bigeye outward for a moment.

"I guess. I'm still mad at you. It makes me angry and sad in the same position. I've had enough left for you."

Strange caged words of realism tangle around my chest. Binocular was sharp enough to pierce me and fly straight into the sky. Eldis was carrying the atmosphere that silence would not be tolerated, even though the bend was in the march.

I think it's the second time Eldis's been questioned about Kalia. Did they say something similar when they tried to leave Kalia back in Gaza? Funny, it seemed like a long time ago, and I even thought it was last night.

Open your mouth, remembering that at the edge of your thoughts. The great royal castle of nostalgia was already beginning to be clearly visible in sight.

"Credit, no trust, Eldis. I guess there's some behavior because I trust you, huh?

It's about Karia, who doesn't fit that fierce personality. They'll spot me lightly as to why I left her asleep and the intent of the action I took. That's how they should behave with it. That's how smart she is.

Oh, and that's it.

If all goes to waste and I die like just mud. Even if it just gave me dirt.

If she's alive, will you still do something about it? I had such pale thoughts. That's the thought I have for Fialert and for Eldis that way.

Anyway, he hasn't completely lost his mind about what used to be. They're a huge variety of emotions to me, but they're still a hero who's in a hurry.

I know I have to do everything. That's all I've done.

Still, just a little bit, would be forgiven enough to have such a dreamy vision.

Since Eldis replied, heh. I say with my lips pointed.

"Then I wonder how much you trust me. I'd love to hear it, Rugis."

Shoulder to shoulder, he responded with only eyes in alignment. Blinky eyes illuminate the morning sun and make its radiance certain.

"I'll tell you, I don't trust you as much as I can. - Erdis."

I called my name, moments. Stopping on your feet. I could see the light in my sight.

Next came the roar and the rain of light.

Magic arrows descend down the street from the building covering the left and right. At times, just like not letting a single one live. It was even as if that was a chunk of intent to kill as it was.

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I don't feel comfortable.

There was no exaggeration in saying that. Verg, a warcraft with a horse's lower body, slaps its tough lower body against a rock plate. He stared at the tranquil battlefield marks. The earthen smoke was blowing up, but the resistance was not as good as it was.

I still feel that way about human beings being brittle.

They cannot face the storm of sorcery and arrows. If the arm is pulled back, it almost stops its function. A lot of people can't move around.

His husband said humans were stronger, but Verg still couldn't figure out what that meant.

In his experience, the only time humans are horrified is when they form a herd. No organism is easier to hunt if viewed alone. Verg was so easily complacent to man that he could not be defeated, and in fact had so much power and wisdom.

Lightly raise your thick, muscular arms and send signals to your men who made you lurk in the upstairs part of the building. In the middle of it, something slightly closer to guilt ran to Verg's chest.

Naturally, it's not for the humans. Against your Lord.

- Deal with anything that tries to vandalize the city. I will not tolerate handouts to humans on their way to the royal palace.

His Lord's life is with him. If we were to obey that order, we should not have dealt with both humans who were now on the road to the royal palace on this occasion.

But how can it be human enough? I want to avoid imitations that annoy the Lord's hands. All the more so if they are refraining from fighting that gem. Verg honks his hooves like a hiss.

The existence of the Warcraft is not strong enough to embark on a struggle between the Warcraft and the Warcraft. Verg knows that if the controller and the jewel ate their flesh, they would not be able to do anything.

That's why I should do what I can. Things that should help the Lord. Even if they are analogous and contrary to life.

When the soil smoke that rose due to massive magic arrows subsided, he crawled his gaze to a spot where scattered bodies would have fallen. To see if there's a human in there.

A man who, abominably, aimed for the life of the Lord, and then managed to escape properly. A swordsman of the Ferocious Minister, wrapped in green clothes. If you're hostile to the Lord, it would be him.

The moment he made sure to peek into the soil and smoke, Verg realized. Big eyes open and move around.

There are no bodies. Blood, even pieces of meat that way. No sign of a person's death. No shards.

Upset and confusion rough around the brain. But without even allowing it to fit, I heard voices.

"- You have to complain a lot."

I don't know if I really heard it, a voice that might have been an illusion. It came from behind me with little or no sign. Remaining sound that disconnects the space. The sound of the blade slipping lightly out of the sky.

We must avoid it. Such an overly intense intuition punches Verg in the skull.

No, you can't. Inevitable. Can you take it just because?

Verg stirs his legs as he bites off the grit and agitation that wraps around the vortex. In the middle of it, a guy named Death Sense was eagling at Verg's heart.

Strike the earth with four legs, as Verg has decided. The giant jumped big and moved. Purple electricity follows and opens his jaw if he doesn't eat the meat.

A fierce splash of blood broke through the universe.