Morgan throws a stone at Almark.
Morgan, who is not good at exercising, works hard to throw his face red and sweaty.
I'm throwing it all away, but for Almark, it's not as fast as it should be.
When you look at the battlefield, it's just as fast as you can see.
The size of the stone is mixed.
Some of them are small stones like shards.
A net to catch all of this.
Fine, precise mesh.
At first, I tried to make a net with the image of catching the stone itself.
I tried several times, but it didn't work out very well.
The reason for this was discovered when I took the stone flying into my face with my hands after several capture failures.
I see.
I can handle this stone with my hands.
Almark caught Morgan's next stone with a net of light and thought.
You can do it without suffering.
After all, I don't feel threatened by this stone.
I'm sorry for throwing you so hard, Morgan, but I won't hit this stone.
I can even keep my eyes closed, relying on the sound of the wind.
That's why you can't just leave it stone.
Like Morgan taught me, I need to create an image that suits me.
So, what's the image?
Because I thought it was a mess.
I caught the next stone in a net.
Also, Almark slightly tilted his neck to dodge the stone that flew toward his face, and realized that the motion was the trigger.
Arrows.
Almark's eyes were lit by a flame of darkness for a moment.
The battlefield in the north.
Almark remembers.
A detachment led by Morgard, a Black Wolf Cavalry cavalry executive, was about to bypass the main battlefield and hit the enemy side.
As part of that, Almarke and the others who kept running on foot were just before they reached the main battlefield.
Suddenly, countless archers appeared in front of him.
The cleverness of the bow was only within the bounds of personal courage. In an era when the concept of collective operation was thin, it was the famous “bow general”, Sir Lufradio, who invented a method of warfare in which a large number of archers, regardless of the arm of the bow, could shoot large numbers of arrows like rain at the enemy, but there were mercenaries who not only adopted it but also specialized in that method of warfare.
This is exactly the mercenary regiment that is now marked by a scarlet scarf that has deployed troops in front of Al Mark and the others.
"Lego Gunnery Corps. Here we are."
Morgard's abominable voice still remains in my ears.
The next moment, countless arrows were fired at once.
For a moment, the rain of the arrows that had just covered the sky was pouring down on Al Mark and the others, as if the sun had fallen.
Almark closed his eyes, played down one that would take his life, twisted his body, and dodged the other.
Dodge the last one by twisting your neck.
Come on, come on, come on.
Normally, a calm Morgard shouted.
To take on an archer, we need to crush that distance as soon as possible.
But there were already many mercenaries crouching in the shower.
Until just now, Juen, who was shy of words while running, was groaning with arrows on her chest and feet.
But I couldn't afford to speak to him.
Before the next shooting.
The moment when life and death stagger.
If the sword is delivered, it will live or die.
The immobile mercenaries left behind.
With Morgard at the forefront, Almark and the others ran.
It was on its way south.
Almark remembers.
The magician, who temporarily accompanied him, was silent and indifferent, but did not treat the child Almark in an evil way.
Inside, the robe, tightly woven with the fur of the beast to protect against the cold, certainly proved that he was a sorcerer, but he rarely used magic.
I looked afraid of exposing my hands to others.
And Almark thought that was a natural precaution.
Everyone is hiding their true power and purpose.
If the other person despises me as a child, Almark would never have gone any further.From myself, I can't explain how far I've come and how far I've come.
In this land, people who stupidly and honestly expose their hands take their lives out of order.
Almark didn't trust the other traveling swordsman he was with from the beginning.
My arm was excellent.
But the back of my eyes seemed cloudy.
Someone you don't want to get close to, if possible.
However, it was impossible to accomplish a steep mountain crossing with the help of one child.
The three of us worked together, spent a few days, managed to cross the mountain that night.
The next town was just around the corner.
A swordsman who no longer needed his companions revealed his nature and tore off his teeth.
The purpose was a small box that the sorcerer had hidden.
The ring in it looked terribly expensive in Almark's eyes.
When the swordsman's sword approached his throat, the magician unleashed his magical powers.
The magician and Almark ran away as the swordsman threw out the curse and rolled around his ass into the flames that sprayed from under his feet.
Seeing the swordsman hold a bow, Almark soon tried to call the magician's name.
But I realize that I didn't know the name of the magician who lived and died until today.
Arrows.
Almark screamed.
But that instant patrol took away the magician's life.
Almark's desperately shaken dagger did not arrive.
The swordsman threw an arrow deep into the sorcerer's back.
Even with a skilled swordsman, Almark's chances of winning were limitless.
The magician's last words arrived slightly in Almark's ear as he ran away without stopping.
Was it his lover's name that was murmured?Or was it my daughter's name?
Um, countless arrows.
The swordsman's arrow at that time.
If only I could prevent it.
Deploy an invisible shield to prevent arrows from flying to you.
But I can't protect the others.
If only we could prevent those countless arrows with a bigger net.
If only I could prevent that sharp shot with a thicker mesh with a more precise mesh.
Almark's image hardens.
I see the stone Morgan throws in the tree that day.
Prevent it.
Shake the net of light.
Get him.
Shake the net of light.
Lost lives will never come back.
But I won't stop walking.
Almark shakes the net of light.
Believe it will lead to saving the lives of our people from now on.