A Wish to Grab Happiness

Around the edge of the street lining up with Volvato soldiers, the soldier's barbaric voice strikes his ear. The howl of the beast in its voice color, which is no longer likely to be taken as a scream.

I don't see it clearly in my sight. But I can easily imagine what's going on just hearing that.

Battlefield. The battlefield, which should be over, is still breathing and pulsating in Galuamaria. This battlefield music is proof of that.

"Come on, the Volvato army stopped for me. So you didn't? Or can't you stop?"

"... incompetently, it seems to be the latter, Commander Rugis. Let's make an apology. Everywhere in the army, there is a man who is not bound by discipline.

Saying as he lined up his horses and ran down the street, Vice General of the Volvato Army beside him, Heind returned his words without even trying to hide his grumpy side. I don't see the intention to hide my emotions in that expression, whether it should be military or magicians. The peeling emotions dwelt in Hynd's eyes.

To hear how the words were going, apparently this was unexpected for him as well.

Then it's a terrible thing, but not the worst. If the Volvato army had betrayed us from the ground up, there was nothing more we could do about it.

If the lieutenants are just honking their fangs selflessly, I don't care. The hits between the eyebrows were hot and the teeth were meshing tightly.

"You two, please wait!

As he let his horse run with a strong grip on the reins, Volvato's soldiers, who were leading him, raise their hands wide and scream. I can't see that look clearly with my helmet, but the tone had a look of impatience.

He tells me that something has happened.

Tasty. I don't suppose you've already got information about Gallu Amalia falling or something. As long as Kalia is around, I don't think that's gonna happen.

The Volvato soldiers don't even have time to breathe and say with a slight loosening of the rhythm.

"There's a demon clan out on the street! We're responding right now. I'll be waiting for you."

The words unwittingly distort the expression and wrinkle between the eyebrows.

Regardless, this is a time of death and snow. It's not strange where the Warcraft Demons came from. It would rather be rare for humans to leave.

Nevertheless, I would like you to choose a few more times and cases. The voice was heard as he struck his tongue in his mouth out of haste.

A much missed voice I've heard.

"- No, no, no. Who is the Demon Clan, who is. I am and always have been a proud warcraft. I don't want you with those creepy people."

Bright voice on the bottom. At the same time again, the body of a soldier blowing away with groans. Both made noises and bounced to the snow. It was a shocking sight inside.

Soldiers will live to see where they speak, but still their bones will be broken. No, maybe I should rather say I'm lucky to be suppressed with that.

If he really wanted to do it, it would have been possible to kill him on the spot.

He walks slowly from the end of his sight and turns this way. And I said with my shoulders flaunted.

"What is it, Rugis? Did you call me to kill me in secret? Humans are a long way from doing things."

A wide open demon eye. An unsuitable two-way winding angle for a neat boy's appearance. You can't even look at it wrong.

Prison Warcraft Doha Sura. The Warcraft of Altia, who kept his body tied to the burial prison Bella.

I wave my wrist and open my mouth so as to stop the soldiers around me.

"No way. If you really want to kill me, I did it a long time ago. You're way behind that. I thought you weren't coming anymore."

Doha Sura opens its demonic eyes and returns the words in a bewildered manner. How odd it was for the young appearance to give an adult look.

It was only natural for me to call him in. Before leaving the city of Philos, Ann asked me to prepare for it.

Whatever it takes to get to this war, we're no match for Volvato in numbers and quality. Exactly, even the hand of the Warcraft wanted to borrow it. If Doha Sura is going to join us, that will be enough power for us.

Nevertheless, I did not make it to the start of the war at all.

This probably wasn't Ann's bad hands, and Doha Sura herself didn't look so ridden.

"I didn't even want to come. Not without her orders."

She whom Doha Sura obeys. There is only one such thing in this world, namely Altia. That's how Altia ordered him.

- Protect the prison until the hero arrives, and later follow the hero with the ring.

Now one crack in the ring is held by Eldis and the other crack is in me. Halfway through, but I guess Doha Sura can't keep my words down any more than she's loyal to Altia.

Nevertheless, I wouldn't imitate it to defy Altia head-on, and I was even thinking about the possibility that maybe she wouldn't come out here.

"Commander Rugis. He..."

Heind turned to me to ask what was going on. Nodding small, I say.

"It's a warcraft, for sure. I'm not an enemy now. Doha Sura, quick and bad, but I want to ask for one thing. As soon as possible."

Doha Sura clasped her shoulders with an unpleasant voice from the bottom of her heart, but did not say no. Only when it comes to warcraft, in terms of its habit - the high level of loyalty to the length, I guess he's the same.

That could strangle me one day. That's it.

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The loud noise of man and the roar of the beast. Looking up close at the battlefields where they met, Doha Sura was not afraid or stunned, she just felt like a homesick thing.

Back in the day when I was traveling the continent with Altia and Ouffle, and that's how the rest of us, this sight was just everyday tea rice.

I wonder if Altia has ever settled down and engaged in anything other than battle.

Not so long ago, the human situation was spectacular. There were only days of freedom, dignity and nothing.

I guess that's why she kept fighting. Fight, fight, fight. Justice was done and the human world was broken up.

If the result is this battle between humans, what was her justice? Doha Sura thought of that blurry in front of the battlefield.

So I sighed aloud. Because I immediately understood that there was no choice. How distressing, this world is all in Altier's hands. Then it seems stupid to just think about it.

A man named Rugis seems to keep fighting, but I didn't really think Doha Sura could surpass Altia.

Rugis is opposite Altia, but his own soul is human everywhere. It is fated to be nothing more than that. Whatever is in Altia's soul, it does not extend.

Only now, then, I don't mind following that life. Because this is what Altia thinks it is, anyway.

After a single breath, Doha Sura opens her eyes to the demon. What you see is all the battlefields mixed with soldiers and beasts.

Southern Devil's Eye, the creator of the desert. Its distorted demonic eyes, once abhorred even by their fellow countrymen, are no longer even tied to prison. It's just bracketed in his soul with a ring, and it's no longer something that suppresses power.

So this is the power of Doha Sura's, the demon that once transformed the South itself into a desert.

"Let's go. To an endless journey. This is the culmination of what was once a warcraft."

Dead snow at your feet, melting down. Tropical temperatures flow down and sand strikes the hollow.

No, you're not. As the snow melts and the grasshoppers at your feet wither away, it weathers and turns into sand. Around Doha Sura, the surroundings wither into the sand.

- Devil's eye opens. The earth, the earth, wither away.

Warcraft. One of its vertices opened its jaw here and now.