Almark – Northern Sword, Southern Wand

Not to mention the sandy beach.As soon as the three of them ran out of their minds, they began to wave.

"This way."

Almark ran over the waves in the direction that the ship was approaching, as he saw on the high ground earlier.

Occasionally, big waves wet my feet, but now I don't care about them.Rather, feeling the waves in the fog is a valuable clue for them to run in the right direction.

Wendy's wildfire followed the three running heads without delay.

Almost there, indeed.

Almark, who was about to say so, stopped by surprise.Without stopping suddenly, Wendy pulled her hand tightly.

Something flashed the space in front of it.Reflecting on the lights of the wildfire, it was a rusty metal blade that sparkled for a moment.

"Sword"

Morgan raised his voice.Wendy would have been slashed if I hadn't stopped.

Slowly emerged from the fog was the skeleton holding the sword.I'm sorry about the bumpy, once armored thing that was stuck to my body.

"Out, monster!"

Morgan screams.

Looking at the armor and sword, Almark frowned slightly.

Because I've seen such skeletons many times before.

The North Land.

As a member of the Black Wolf Cavalry, or on a journey to the south, there have been many streets.

Where the battle was once fought.

It's not just the old battlefield.A few years ago. A few months ago.And there they were, as proof that the battle was fought.

Rusty sword. Decayed armor.The bodies of the warriors sleeping instead of the tombstones.

Abandoned, it was once the future of Almark.

Why are the remains of that warrior in the north on such a southern island?

Even if it was a dark trap, Almark felt terribly out of place.

The Warrior of the Skeletons smashed his cervical bones to confirm the presence of Almark and then slowly disappeared again into the fog.

Wendy, Morgan.

Almark pulled his companion's shoulders and grabbed Mars' wand.

Stay with me. I'm still here.

That's why I shook Mars's wand with magic.With the dull sound of gushing, sparks scatter.

Another skeleton warrior shook his sword from the fog. The armor is different.

Let go of my hand.

Wendy took a sharp breath and raised her hands.

The art of strong winds.

Though mostly absorbed by the fog, strong winds instantly clarified the vision around Al Marks.

Almark ran his eyes.One, two, three.

There were at least three skeleton warriors within sight of Al Mark and the others.

Soon the fog covered Almark's sights as if they were being ordered to do so.

"While I can see."

Before Almark could finish, Morgan waved.

A sparkling net of light emerges from the ground and tangles with skeletal warriors.

Almark was swinging Mars' wand almost simultaneously.

Flame surgery.

Without time to wander in the net of light, the skeleton warriors were wrapped in flames.

"Okay."

Morgan exhales.

"Not yet."

Wendy raised her voice sharply.

Eh?

Morgan opens his eyes.

Wrapped in flames, the Skeleton Warriors' movements continued unabated.

In the net of light, he waves his sword and tries to escape.

Can't it be a flame?

Almark continued to shake Mars' wand.

A wind-cutting technique. After practicing with Nelson, the skeleton warrior was blown to pieces.

Cut the remaining two pieces into pieces.

I did it.

Morgan erased the net of light.

If this is it.

And the fog shrouds the sight.

At the edge of his narrower vision, Almark saw the first skeleton warrior standing up as if nothing had happened.

"No, I'm coming back."

"Oh, no."

"Calm down."

Wendy's voice resounded.

"I'll wind up and open my eyes."

Put your hands in the air.

"Look closely at your enemies."

The beauty of Wendy's expression staring at his enemies stripped Almark of his eyes for a moment.Wendy nods forcefully to the two boys she trusts.

"I'm sure we'll find something.In the eyes of both of us. "

The words were full of confidence.

"Yes, the magician."

"You were looking at it as it is."

Morgan nods after Almark's words.

Let's go.

Wendy's strong wind shakes the fog.

The sight opens and the skeleton warriors reveal themselves again.After all, all three of the warriors who were supposed to burn down stood up as if nothing had happened.

Almark and Morgan keep an eye on them.

The warriors slowly headed straight for the three.

"Okay."

"I see."

Almark and Morgan shouted at the same time.

There was a black starch like a grip, like a warrior's bones.Each place is different, but each of the three is different.

Darkness.

Almark told Wendy.

I'm sure that's the one who's moving the wreckage.

Before I finish, the net of light wraps up the three skeletal warriors again.

"I can hold it."

Morgan said.

"Do something about the darkness."

"It's peeling."

Wendy pointed at the warrior's chest.And the starch therein rises with a portion of the sternum. Floating tricks.

"Almark"

"Yeah."

Almark poked Mars' wand at it in the air.

Air Bullet Magic.

Under the magic of Greeless, the guardian of the staff, the sternum was shattered and scattered.

The remaining starch sways and falls like lost money.

"Dirty."

Wendy throws a starch across the ocean using levitation as it is.

The starch quickly disappeared beyond the fog, while the warrior returned to its original remains and fell to the ground.

"All right, hold on."

Morgan makes a bright voice.

Let's keep going!

"Yeah."

Wendy rips off the second starch and Almark crushes it.

It was when Morgan cheered when he saw a warrior fall with a loss of power.

"Watch out!"

Almark quickly attracted Wendy.Use Mars' wand to catch a blade coming from a completely different direction.

Almark pushed back his sword and hit the new skeleton warrior with his stick.

Bones shatter with dull sensation and Skeleton Warriors fall.But soon he stood up as if nothing had happened.

Looks like we're surrounded.

Wendy starts the wind again in Almark's words.

As soon as he opened his eyes, Al Mark continued to struggle with the air blast technique.

Three new skeletons fell to the ground.But it's just a matter of time.

"Probably still a few."

Almark said.

"I couldn't have knocked you down.Let's pave the way first. "

Almark waves Mars' wand to raise his own wind and open his sight.

"Let's stay close. Both of you grab my hem."

"Yeah."

"Okay."

After seeing the two hands grip their hems, Almark re-grips Mars' wand.

"It's okay. We'll make our way."

Almark said so that he could tell himself.

"The three of us."