Count Scribe's Tutor

“My king.”

Heron, who has just joined us, stands in the way.

“If you get too close, it's dangerous. ”

Is it because he's obsessed with dealing with living armor?

In reality, he was taking a step towards the battlefield. Of course, three ghosts were in charge of escorting them, but I couldn't help but worry. Heron speaks politely instead of Ferda.

“With safety in mind, step back a little bit. ”

“Don't instruct me. ”

I squeezed my lips and poured out calmly.

Different reaction than usual. Heron finds himself in a bewilderment. After that, the reality crosses the Heron and attempts to return to the battlefield. But I couldn't.

“Heron's right. ”

It was because he had teeth to stop him.

It was Ferda who was watching the situation.

“Stand back, Silvan. ”

“ · · · · · ·. ”

The headband looks at Ferda with a dry face. Ferda, on the other hand, also looked at him without bowing.

“· · · · · · · Okay. ”

In fact, I quickly grew up.

Unlike when Heron stood in the way, he simply retreated. However, the glabella is slightly crumpled, so it seems not entirely convincing. There was a light of concern in Ferda's eyes when she saw it.

‘Still incomplete, I see. ’

A different attitude than usual.

The reason was simple: the reality was not fully addressing the mythological uproar.

It was natural to think about it. As soon as I got the myth, I sealed it with the moon's eyes.

Therefore, rather than saying that we are dealing with violence now, it would be right to say that we are swayed by violence.

‘But one good thing. ’

Not out of control at all. It was proof that Ferda had taken her advice and stepped back. Ferda is relieved to hear this.

About ten minutes from it.

Qajik!

The last skeleton turned to dust. At the end of it, the blue glare was no longer found on the battlefield. After the battle, the forces of the Borat Eyelight began to gather again in the square.

“That's roughly 2,000 down. ”

Heron mutters as he approaches. Like he said, this battle actually lost about 2,000 servants.

However, since we got rid of more than 5,000 enemies, it would be a great victory.

At that time, the realm that was still shaking its head.

“No, you're wrong. ”

“Yes?”

“I didn't give it up. ”

With a dry answer, he reaches out his hand. A battlefield full of enemy debris. Pointing to this, the magical power of the negative dimension crawls out of the body.

After a while, the reality muttered.

“Get up quickly, without delay. ”

At the end of the sentence, the dark dimension's magical power overwhelms them.

And then something amazing happened.

Woohoo! Woohoo!

The broken bones are reunited. I started gathering the mangled flesh into one. Even the things that were completely reduced to dust were absorbed by the other undead and Orloth was given a role.

Thousands of undead in perfect death.

Their revived eyes turn purple.

“· · · · · · Holy crap. ”

Heron trembles.

In fact, it was not the first time I had seen it. But I've never seen so many undead revived before. Not even all deaths in one corner will be possible.

[Rather, it looks like there's more.]

You mutter as if your legs are confused.

Afterwards, the recruitment immediately turned to Ferda.

“Isn't that right?"

“Well done. Very good. ”

Ferda grins and claps her back.

At that moment, a light smile appeared on the mouth of reality. But even momentarily, he once again gathered new servants to the square with an expressionless face.

“Mission accomplished. I'm back.”

Then another colleague who had been scattered returns.

A Steel Giant close to three meters. Rodenhark.

Kneeling before Ferda, he speaks mechanically with manners.

“Dispatch, you have eliminated 1,137 hostiles in total. ”

He could have done it.

It's a legendary, ruthless killing machine. As Ferda nods, the silent Heron mutters.

“That's enough food for now. Not as much as me, of course. ”

“Countermeasures. That undead wiped out 519 hostiles. It's my victory.”

Rodenhark, the instant revolt.

Then Heron frowned as well.

“I'm not better than you? Isn't that the wrong number? ”

“Positive. The tally is not wrong. Embrace reality."

“This chunk of scrap. ”

Heron frowns.

Ferda, who was less than childish, intervenes between the two.

“Well done, both of you. Is there anything more special? ”

“Question. Something bothers me. ”

“What?”

“Answer. I didn't find any strands of death. ”

With that, Ferda narrows her eyes.

Now that I think about it, it's a little strange. Mueller's enemies have been breached, but there is no such thing as tyranny.

At that time, he looked at the silent answer of Hertemperature.

“This way, too. I looked around, just in case, but no one was angry. ”

Even Herons are good at exploring.

I definitely felt suspicious when I heard the common opinion. So where do all those families go and do what? While I was obsessed with the question, Rodenhag spoke again.

“Add. I have one more report. ”

“Tell me.”

“The Bone Dragon went underground about 17 minutes ago. ”

I didn't have to ask what the Bone Dragon meant. You mean the creature that flew through the sky and smashed the North Gate. Ferda noticed something else.

“Underground?”

“Positive, presumed to reclaim the head. ”

No, it can't be.

I put my head back in my inventory just in case.

Then something suddenly touched my mind.

‘I see · · · · · · · · · ·. ’

The 4th original. There was a moment when reinforcements dispatched from the Holy Land drove every death to its grave. At that time, all death suddenly turned and headed toward the catacombs of the White Paper.

‘Then I regained my strength. ’

All deaths at that time were in complete control of the body.

Of course, I wasn't headed underground to get my head.

Does that mean there's something underground? ’

Ferda's eyes narrow. It was because the bear thought about it, but it didn't come to mind.

Then you hear Heron's voice.

“Can we go to the basement now? ”

I went to the basement to be considered an enemy.

Then it would be right to pursue him. That's what Heron thought.

But Ferda didn't think so.

“No, we're going to the west gate. ”

“Seo Mun?”

“Doubtful. Never there. ”

Heron and Rodenhark's eyes give a strange look.

He too is at the west gate because the Sernerks, the Third Prince Robert, and Mullen refugees were the only ones left.

“I know. ”

I can't help it. He told me to lead the refugees west, not anyone else. At that moment, Rodenhark flashes as if he had remembered something.

“Guess. Are you planning to use refugees as shields?" ”

“· · · · · · It can't be. What the hell do you think of me? ”

Ferda makes a horrible guess and asks with a frantic tone.

Immediately, the two answers came back.

“Answer: I think it's cold-blooded, tearless. ”

“A madman who would do anything for a purpose. ”

I couldn't help but sigh.

Meanwhile, Heron frowns slightly as he misses his choice to shield the refugees.

“Then why are we heading to the west gate? For what?”

“To spread the action, of course. ”

“The king's role? ”

“Yes. And I can screw the Archdute. ”

It was a distant practice to react to the words that followed. He looks back at Heron and talks.

“Heron. Do as Ferda says. ”

“Yes, gladly, if the king wishes. ”

In fact, the Dissidents disappeared.

Heron glares as if to rush to the west gate, and Rodenhark doesn't disagree much. Ferda smiles and turns away straight away.

“Come on, let's go. Before he comes out of the basement. ”

One last thing.

The voracious waves continue west.

* * *

Kuang! Curr!

With a loud rumbling sound, the ground sank down.

But all death, Erc, was not satisfied. As he gestures, the Bone Dragon breaks the ground even harder.

Arriving soon is the dark waterway.

It used to be a closed underground canal, a residence between Ferda and reality. Erc strides relentlessly, flashing a blue glare. After a long walk, I reached a dead end. But nothing seemed to be a problem.

Qarrr!

A breach appears as the wall collapses. Immediately, what appeared to Herc's eyelight was a strange hole in the air. Herc mutters as he puts his hand in there.

To the Blood of the Great Dragon.]

Burning blue eyes.

From Erc, a little of his rage flows out.

[Wake up from a long sleep and answer the call.]

Whoo-hoo!

Suddenly, I felt a tremor.

Seeing the reaction, I thought I found the right one. He had a light smile on his mouth. Erc puts the name of the existence beyond his mouth.

[My progeny, Arcane.]

The last family left by the last dragon.

A unlucky creature who was unable to live with dragons because he was not scolded by dragons. Nevertheless, the legendary descendants of the proud dragons.

Erc recalls him and orders him to do so.

[Come to me.]

The words pulse thinly through the air.

Swallowing the power and agility of Arcane will make him stronger. You have a deep smile on Herc's mouth.

Knuckles!

But nothing happened.

The shivering air stops, but the arcane does not respond to the call. Erc frowns. I spoke again, but nothing has changed.

[What?]

Erc, who frowned, grips the air.

He shreds the air, forcibly opening the entrance.

Jubbuck

Erc went in through the entrance.

Immediately, his body hardened in the visible landscape.

[· · · · · ·!]

The inside was clean. It was a place that shouldn't be clean, so there was nothing there. It's just a bunch of raging mud swamps. Erc wanders around in a wilderness.

And then I realized.

[Who dares to take the Dragon's Nest?]

Someone's trespassing here.

My body trembles in anger. But it's still early to get angry. Now it was more important who invaded this place and for what purpose. So Erc raises the power of a purely sonic dimension.

It was for the purposes of the command.

[Delighted. Listen to my voice. Spirits of the soul. Bring it to me.]

If it had not been long gone, I would have been stunned.

Or just scraps of the soul. If there was even a single speck of dust, it was possible to find out what had happened.

Sassa

Fortunately, the arcane's mind remains intact. Erc put all the remaining charms together in this room and swallowed them.

Suddenly, Arcane's memory began to regenerate at a rapid rate.

The moment he ruled the swamp since the birth of Arcane.

After a time of great tyranny and reign, Erc choked his tongue at the defeat of Lucian Archdut.

[For a bug like that · · · · · · · · ·.]

The name of the descendant of the Dragon Clan is a shame. Erc's eyes glow with contempt.

However, Lucian Archdut seems to be lacking in temperament. That was why they did not completely destroy it, but simply sealed it.

Hundreds of years later.

By the time the Seal of the Arcane was broken, someone had found this place.

It was a Human again, but I felt a little familiar.

[That's...]]

Erc narrows his eyes.

The next thing you see is a man with a blue head. He dismantled all the monsters with his incredible swordsmanship, and eventually destroyed the Arcane.

And at that moment, when I was face-to-face with humans,

Erc's face crumples.

[Him! The rat that grabbed me!]

It was an unforgettable face. He was the thief who stole Herc's head and fled. He didn't have enough to wipe out all the family he sent to the Serenek Forest.

What was even more exhilarating was the fact that he had defeated the Arcane and had so valiantly devoured the heart of the Arcane. Bondi, the heart he tried to take!

At the end of this scene, Erc's eyes turn upside down.

[Dare! How dare you!]

Curr!

In response to Erc's fury, the atmosphere vibrates violently.

Slowly cracking space. Soon after, the Arkane Nest began to crumble in vain.

Not only that, the ceiling of the Underground Water sinks, and the ground splits apart like an earthquake.

[I won't let you. Never!]

Every death that springs to the ground.

A hateful blue glare flickers west.

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