Count Scribe's Tutor

Never cross the desert on a sandstorm day.

Anyone who was born in the desert would have heard it once. This was simply due to the storm being dangerous, but also due to the variety of monsters that rise from where the storm passed.

But now, there are a series of hordes crossing the desert.

More than a dozen men dressed as unique to the desert tribe. But their appearance was a little strange. The look of the handwriting, the pale look on his face, and the strength of his footsteps.

It was like he was running away from something.

“Huff, huff! ”

At that moment, the man in the back breathes a short breath. Men in their late 20s with gray curly hair. He bites his lip tightly, giving it a trembling position.

The man's name is Shantam.

He was tasked with detecting the path of monsters due to the sandstorm. It was a mission related to the safety of the clan, but it wasn't serious enough to say. It was a routine mission every time there was a sandstorm.

That's why I went on a mission with my colleagues today.

So far it has been as usual. But when he encountered the hordes of monsters, he realized something was wrong. It was because there was something that shouldn't have been among the monsters.

“Damn it! Genjaen! ”

I squeezed my dry lips and an elongated insult popped out. It was because I felt like my head would turn white with fear and fear if I didn't use profanity like this.

Shantam screams with a pale bitten face.

“Why, why is Acacia mixed up?! ”

Akasha. It was an unidentified monster that appeared one day. It looks like a walking tree. It hunts desert tribes with much more power and speed than a warrior.

But if that were all, it would be no different than any other monster.

There was a reason for Akasha's fear. As soon as Shantam tried to think of this, the man in charge suddenly stopped walking. He opens his mouth with a stiff face.

“· · · · · · · · There is Akasha ahead. ”

“What?"

The warriors behind you look dazed.

I've been running from Akasha all this time. What are you talking about? However, the man in the lead spoke as loudly as his face.

“I think we're surrounded. ”

Scary to be finished with a man.

“What are you talking about?! ”

“They were a long way behind us! But how? ”

There was rebuttal everywhere. Then some warriors' eyes flutter violently. It was because I felt the cornerstone of something starting to get closer.

“W, really · · · · · · · ·? ”

Someone's voice trembles with fear.

On the signal, all the warriors felt a sense of intelligence. They come together against each other's backs. Then, with your weapons and shields in front of you, you are vigilant with a stiff face.

It was then.

Rectangle

You hear a scratching of sand. It was the sound of a multiethnic bug crawling on the sand. The moment a thick drop of sweat passed through his stiff face and fell to the ground.

There are those who were so afraid of the warriors.

A monster with crude bark all over its body. The four arms looked like branches of thorns, and where the legs should be, they were filled with numerous roots.

It was literally a walking tree.

“Ah, Akasha! ”

An atlanted warrior shouts, trembling.

Meanwhile, Akasha surrounds the area with shovels, closing the gap slightly.

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Shantam grips his axe as he hears a peculiar cry. With the idea that maybe his end was here. But then, the leader of the group, the warrior at the front, opened his mouth.

“I'll buy us some time through the siege. ”

A voice full of deep emotions.

Then the eyes of Rabb Sweat reached Shantam.

“Get out of that gap and evacuate the clan. ”

“· · · · · · · What? ”

The unexpected words make Shantam look dazed.

After a while, he cries out with a crooked face.

“Captain, are you out of your mind? This is suicide, we're all gonna die! ”

“I wish I could save my clan with this life. ”

But coming back is a stubborn answer.

Shantam still cries with a crooked face.

“Shit, then why me? I'd rather the blacksmith go. ”

“Sometimes one bookkeeper is better than ten warriors. ”

Rabb sweat mutters as he stops speaking.

Then, he stared at Shantam with his solemn eyes.

“You were the first to discover what Akasha is among us, and their strength and abilities. ”

“But that's for everyone! ”

“Not just anyone can do it. It was the only thing you could do. ”

Rabb Sweat hung up on Shantam again.

Suddenly, I lowered my head deeply.

“I'm sorry. I always leave you with a heavy burden. ”

With a sincere voice, static came to the intestine. No one could open their mouth easily. As the Akasha horde approaches, Shantam bites his lips and raises his head.

A moment later, he pulls something out of his bag with a resolved face.

“Take one. ”

A stone imprinted with a rune of magic. The pattern of the flame painted in red dye revealed its purpose at once.

“Is this a tool that can defend a warrior's honor? ”

“Yes, it's too late to use it just before you die. As soon as you get hurt, write it down. ”

In the following words, the faces of the warriors quickly changed.

“I understand. I appreciate it. ”

Rabbit sweat nods with a solemn face.

When all the decisions were made, the warriors fixed each weapon. His eyes trembled with fear. Unlike in the beginning, no one was bored of fear anymore.

Everyone here is a warrior who is prepared to die.

“We only have one chance. ”

His eyes gleam brightly with a tightly gripped rabbit sweat.

The voice continued to be small enough that only Shantam could hear.

“When you send a signal, don't look back and run. ”

“· · · · · · · Okay. ”

Shantam's face is tense.

Shortly after, when the Akasha horde approached.

Pa 'at

The Rabbit Sweat's feet hit the ground. A yellow Mana subsequently blows Akasha's head clean off.

“Now!"

Signal a resounding shout.

Shantam literally ran without looking back. This was an opportunity that cost the brothers their lives. We couldn't waste a second.

When I thought about it, I ran.

Hueung

Suddenly, a huge shadow falls over your head.

A loud crash coming straight from behind my back.

Kuaaaaaaang!

The earth shakes violently with a thud. Like an earthquake. Shantam turns to reflexively look at the sudden defect. Then I opened my eyes wide.

“Well, that's... ”

What appeared to me was a six-meter-long monster. Presence with thick claws and fearsome poisonous needles. Desert monsters can only be defeated by dozens of warriors.

It was the Giant Scorpion.

Quadruck!

Scorpion protrudes from somewhere and tore Akasha in half with a crowbar claw. Moreover, you crushed the surrounding acacians, moving a huge torso, just to make sure it didn't kick in the castle itself.

It was not only surprising.

Bang, bang!

Since the start of Giant Scorpion, other monsters have joined the battle. Shantam shouted in a bewildered look.

“Sandworm? Bar, basilisk?! ”

All the second biggest monsters in the desert.

They tore them apart mercilessly, as if Akasha were some kind of arch-enemy. Shantam's face quickly became dazed with this absurd look.

“Why do monsters want to kill Acacia? ”

Monsters used to run from Akasha. Shantam guessed that the reason was probably due to Akasha's unique instinct. So why is he acting like that now?

At the time of confusion, Shantam's eyes suddenly turned round.

It was because I noticed something foreign in my vision later.

“Hold on. Now that I think about it... ”

Giant Scorpion has green eyes. Sand worms had sand-like eyes, and Basilisks had transparent pupils.

But the monsters that appeared were different.

“Why are all the eyes the same color? ”

Like the murmur of the Shantam, all the monsters hunting Akasha had the same eyes.

They were golden eyes as bright as the sun.

* * *

The time.

Ferda's group makes their way through the storm and into the dunes. Korut, the warrior of the Desert Tribe who accompanied them, has been chatting about the dangers of Akasha ever since Tervand mentioned Akasha.

“Don't ever get hurt. If you get hurt, you die. ”

“Are you poisoned and dying? ”

Isha glanced at me curiously and asked.

Korut shakes his head.

“Poison is nothing. Scarier than that.”

It's not poison. If you get hurt, you die. So, what's a sign? Isha tilts her head with a faint expression.

“There is no medicine. No casualties. ”

A corruge warning with a stiff face.

There was only one person here who understood his warning correctly.

It was Ferda, who quietly took a step. He recalls the current topic of conversation, Akasha. The Korut and the Desert Tribes called them Akasha, but they were not named in the original.

‘Fragments of disaster. ’

This is the name given by the author in the second round.

At first glance, why do they have such a great name that they are merely plant monsters, the fragments of disaster? It was because of their special abilities.

‘Their coverings contain countless microscopic spores. ’

Like a plant, the shells of debris were filled with invisible spores. These spores usually stand still and run like crazy just by the sight of blood. It then immediately initiates reproductive activity.

This means that if a fragment wounds the spore, it will be transported.

‘That's when the real disaster begins. ’

According to the original article, the bud grows after 5 minutes after the wound. At first, it only grows in the area of the wound, but over time, it sprouts from the hole of the entire body.

Skin begins to die, and vitality disappears rapidly. Finally, the necrotic skin is covered with the bark of a tree, and eventually it will change just like the wounded intestine.

When injured, it becomes infected and becomes debris.

This was roughly the same as the setting of the once trending zombie movie on Earth.

‘What's different about it? ’

Zombies in movies are incapable of combat when they blow their heads off or crush their torso. However, in order to completely eliminate debris, we have no choice but to burn it without leaving any residue. Maybe this is the only difference.

“Then we should fight as far away as possible for your safety. ”

Isha, who chewed on Korut's warning, mutters with a stiff face.

Like she said, it's best to keep your distance when fighting debris. Ferda nods, agreeing. The group suddenly reaches the end of the hill.

Subsequently, you see a landscape surrounded by a group of desert tribes. And Korut, who found someone, cried out with a contemplative face.

“Ah, Akasha! It really is Akashada!”

It's scary to confirm the existence of enemies.

The realm turned its gaze to the side. Earlier today, the Desert Monsters defeated by Tervand stood dumbstruck.

“Boys.”

To be precise, they were undead monsters who were actually brought back to life.

The evidence shows that the monsters flashed their eyes as if they were responding to the voices of reality. At the same time, the realm reached out to the fragments of the disaster that surrounded the desert tribes.

“Tear those trees apart. ”

As the command falls, the monsters strike the ground together.

Ferda's face darkens as she looks at them grinding. As I mentioned earlier, there is no way to remove debris except to burn it. It was said that tearing it won't solve anything.

‘But you'd better get this straight. ’

Characteristics and abilities of fragments, and fear.

That's why I didn't stop him. In the meantime, the monsters arriving suddenly break apart the fragments and start tearing them apart.

Then the group turns around and says,

“Then let's go, too. ”

The battle begins with a signal.

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