Ashes and Kingdoms

Chapter Four

In the meantime across the forest to the village, Finn was finding himself a burglar in the eyes of a dragon.

A group of hungry and rough fish, led by one large, fierce and ugly one and his equivalents. It has a cloudy color of desire that is not comparable to the ones left in the twist. At the same time Finn got a head start, Lena talked to me.

"Hey Finn, can't you help me too?

"What!? No, it's not safe."

Finn raised his insane voice and then immediately dismissed it. It's out of the question in the girl's appearance, but even if it is what it is, not all the rogues will escape in awe. It can be enough to be panicked, thrown away and stormed, or thrown weapons into the dark clouds.

It was intolerable to Finn, such as involving Lena in a foolish human commotion and causing her to suffer even from a scratch. It's blasphemy against dragons, and most importantly, she's an important companion.

The thought was also conveyed to Lena, and the light shook like it tickled in the fin.

"Thank you. But Finn, isn't it hard to keep all those people from getting away by themselves? 'Cause if you get rid of it too much, you're gonna go all the way to Mr. Valt's, aren't you?

"That's... yes"

Finn became tannic. Once, when I dismantled a bunch of bandits around here by myself, I didn't need to pay attention until the people who were running away, but not this time. That's why it's dangerous to have Lena's giant block the way out.

I told Finn reluctantly to reply, in a voice that Lena seemed to enjoy.

"Try not to let them get away with it, why don't you put it together in one piece? Then maybe I can do it, too. Before this, Finn and I would have gone a little south to see how the fields and ranches were doing, and that's when the ranchers were collecting sheep with the dogs. You know, you could do it that way, right?

"What..."

Finn unwittingly blows up in grandeur and slams into the white fur. It's hard to lose your mind. No, no, wait, wait, wait. Finn enjoyed the odd imagination as he told himself it wasn't funny.

"Yeah, right. But they're not as big as sheep, so why don't you wait till you get rid of me? If it's after the rest is completely discouraged, it's certainly going to be quick for you to collect it."

"Okay. Ugh, I'm glad you can help Finn!

Lena said innocently, then lowered her voice a little and whispered.

"Finn worries me not to get hurt, but I, too, am afraid Finn will get hurt. So... be careful."

"Oh, I'll be careful."

Finn replied gently, slamming the pong and white wool. At that time, the end of the forest was nearing beneath his eyes. With the dragon's vision, I can see several small fish being chased by a flock of wild fish fleeing towards the rocks. Perhaps the villagers who were out in the fields are fleeing back to the village, aware of the raid by the bandits.

(about time)

Finn weakens his consciousness and approaches his normal vision. As expected, I could see as many humans running through fields and pastures as bean grains.

"Okay. Then, Lena, if you turn me down, just disappear. If you signal, yeah - it's pasture around there, so you won't have to crush the wheat"

Finn sees the green carpet that spreads next to the field and shows it to Lena with his heart.

"Come out around there and surround the people who are about to escape into the woods. I'll try to drive you there, too."

"Okay. I hope it works out."

Lena answered with a rare, tight voice to the tension, winged loudly.

The farmer looked back over and over again as he raised his chin and took a rough breath.

When he found the first bandit to emerge from the woods, he bravely tried to set him up. but, besides, he blued once and for all, turning himself over and fleeing, seeing it springing up continuously.

Very invincible. My wife, who was working wild with me nearby, was faster than him and headed for the village.

"Run...... ugh! Quick, hide!! Home!!

I have screamed in gold cuts many times. There are children in the village, playing outside with duck turns.

The farmer gasped and looked back behind him again.

The wildlings follow the acres that they have plowed over the days. That's where I just sowed the beans. Tears seeped in remorse, but life matters now. We just have to run.

My throat makes a hum nasty noise and my flank hurts. Move your feet desperately to reach and overcome the low fence on the border of the village.

"A bandit, everyone...! Home!!

He yelled at the dark clouds, unable to think of any other action to take. I have to stand on the door with a stick and wait for the rough guys to give up and leave.

By that time, the adults who noticed the noise had rushed to let their children into the house. Several men, on the other hand, come out with sickles and the like in their hands.

"No, there's a lot of them!

Those who come running scream, and run to the house to hide themselves too. The group of bandits was close to that point.

What the bandits have in their hands is a menace to peasants who have never been in battle, although it is crude to the extent of a bamboo, stick or dagger.

But there was one such villager, a veteran still in possession. Even though he was already far from the battle for a long time, he grabbed a sturdy stick instead of a spear and ran towards the fence himself to help the villagers fleeing back.

"Oh hey, big pigs are out! Get rid of that one first!!

The head of the bandit orders with a mockery. All five following thieves roared in the momentum of numbers, and the face of the intercepting man was stifled. If you had an army sword and shield, you wouldn't have to know, and you can't beat multiple rogues with one stick.

It's obvious you're just going to buy time, which is why wild theft also insulted the man. He says it's not an obstacle, it's a prey that you can enjoy by crushing it.

The weapon his head wielded was a sword. What was once paid for in the Legion. The man standing up puts up a stick knowing he can't take it.

"I should have gotten away with tail-wrapping adults, you idiot!!

A furious outburst of anger emanates from the scorn, and the head shouts his sword - that, just before.

Suddenly the white light flashed sharply when I thought it was overhead. Doh, and the heavy noise drops.

When the shadow disappeared and the vision was brightened, the head body was missing from the neck to the top.

The motion I tried to wave down my sword stayed put, tilted diagonally, falling as I erupted blood.

In front of a villager who was freezing over too much, one young man who emerged from somewhere quickly waved his sword and flew his two necks as he continued to stand.

"Yikes!! Hey, what the heck?!

"Don't come, monster!!

He falls back with his hips whilst the remaining bandits scream and try to get rid of him sissy with a poor minister's weapon. As the youth stepped big into you, they turned their backs and ran away like they had been bounced.

"Nah..., uh... eh?

With the blood on his head, the resolute man shudders. Looking back at it, the youth - Finn - told him calmly.

"I'll take down the main force. If the rest of them try to escape, catch them or drive them to the pasture over there."

Say, he shows the green land off the village at the end of the sword. The blade shines white, as if it had just been forged, without a drop of blood on it.

Finn looked a little troubled at the man who stood still. Apparently, I stepped on it as a veteran and asked for help, but no way, it was too exciting. Finn wished the man that his old habits remained, and gave a short order to the regimental ceremony.

"Repeat instructions!

"Ha!"

The man stretches his spine reflexively, and so he finally turns back to me, making his eyes squeeze.

"We will capture our enemies who have lost their will and drive them to the pasture area!

"Please"

Finn took no more time and nodded at the sign of confirmation before turning himself over.

Other bandits are already attached to livestock huts and to the doorways of closed homes. A few of my buddies who screamed and ran away noticed this one suspiciously, but didn't get to understand the situation.

When Finn looked around and grasped the location of the thief, he collected his sword and ran out toward the private house.

"Come out, Olah! I knew you had a daughter!!

"It's not a waste of time!

Guerraggera A bunch of people who try to shake the door, kick, stick their axes up and smash it with laughter. One of those outermost people suddenly danced through the universe.

Eh, I think I'll be knocked to the ground shortly, and kicked and rolled shortly after I get back on my feet. A white spark scattered in front of the bandits who turned around to see what was going on.

"Ahhh!?

"Stay!!

It shouldn't be just light and lethal, but the bandits shot by the flash scream and cover their eyes. In that gap Finn captures one thief after the other, removes his shoulder, kicks it, throws it down.

But faster than cleaning everyone up, the man in the deepest part recovered his eyesight and shook up his axe and attacked him. The man, who approached him with a curse scattered, but fell sideways with a kick in his belly.

Gubble, leaking a damp voice, bored as he rounded his back and vomited. Looking down at all of that, Finn pulled out his sword with cold eyes.

A man looks up tightly and opens his eyes to fear.

"Hit, hit, help..."

Without waiting until the end of his life begging words, Finn snapped his dirty neck so that he could mow even the grass.

The already crawling miscellaneous fishes scream and incontinence at their nearby rolling necks. Finn ignored it and changed his target to another population.

"Later, that's it."

Confirming with no emotion in his mouth, he ran out without a glance at the guys who were slipping his hips.

Some time later, a group of bandits had completely lost their will and cohesion, and had fled ahead of us. A villager who escapes difficulty follows the instructions of a retired soldier and captures or begins to drive away a burglar sobbing in pain and fear.

All right, it's time. Lena, please.

Ha ha!

Put your sword away and Finn says, a bright voice totally disproportionate to the tragedy surrounding you returned, and a warm glow spread its wings on the green pasture.

And...

"Wow!?

"Yikes!! Help me!!

A hell of a picture of a snort shout if you only heard screams, but to say otherwise, a pretty, funny situation emerged.

Villagers looking up at the white giant from a distance and stood up in disdain. At the end of that gaze, Lena starts to roll together fleeing bandits, using soft tails, limbs, and sometimes even the tip of her nose, intrigued by unfamiliarity and in such a way as trial and error.

"This way, this way. Oh, don't go that way!

I can't even say it's a soothing sight to watch from a remote place, but for a human being chased and poked and rolled by a giant creature who suddenly appears, nothing but fear.

Finn watched Lena's first job with what a complicated face until she finally stopped hearing her soul-shaking screams. If I get caught up in trying to help with the detours or something, it won't even be a laugh. From its side, the cold to the precursor disappears like a snowmelt.

Slightly, Lena carefully looked everywhere at the mountains of those gathered at her feet to detect,

"Is that enough, are you okay now?... I like it, Finn, look, look! You did it right!

Praise and praise, and he just happily reported. At that time, a group of rubbish, bloody dirt, grass juice, and facial indistinguishability were all over the place.