Desire

“Well, have a good day. ”

Azin bows his head toward Jeremiah, standing across the street. As he nodded his head, he spread his legs shoulder-width apart and looked at Ajin. It has been a week since I arrived at the Blue Volcano. Ever since he got here, he's been repeating his quest to perfect his body rather than hunting monsters and leveling up.

For the first time, it was the black snow scent that helped Azin perform. But there were limits to that, too. Even without using the inner air, the smell of raw snow was too strong for the pain. Performing and rubbing, he always gets hit unilaterally. Raw snow scent seemed to enjoy it strangely, but it only increased by how to fit less with a cuff band, and the only important attack was more growth.

It was Jeremiah who helped him carry it out. Many players were steadily approaching the final cliff to reach the Blue Volcano, but that was not always the case. Most of the players challenged Jeremiah, and after a miserable defeat, they stopped coming. I think I'd rather hunt Harpies or Grifons than challenge the impossible cliffs.

It was the Black Snow that drew Jeremiah in. She gives Basrodel a few words, drags Jeremiah and asks him to fight Against Azin. Jeremiah didn't say no, and Azin was better off fighting Jeremiah than getting hit by a black snow scent. Jeremiah was also a strong man who could not outrun the Black Snow scent, but it was also possible to fight to some extent more unilaterally than the Black Snow scent.

I feel sick first. The scent of Raw Snow settles in the shade of the tree and watches Azin and Jeremiah fight. Jeremiah uses her body instead of magic. With considerable reductions in power, the duel boils. Fighting while watching was also better for Jeremiah than the smell of Raw Snow.

‘Well, that went well. ’

The scent of Raw Snow quickly shifts to see the pain of an attack. At first, he was in danger of collapsing when he confined the internal air, but now he is quite adapted to his body. That's a pass line for judging quickly in combat and moving your body. They don't use internal air. They don't use no air. Just like the Lost Rocks fight with their fists, they fight with their bodies.

"Dodge, defense, attack. ’

Familiarity with evasion and defense was a great help to the Black Snow. When I dealt with Azin, there was no forgiveness for the smell of Raw Snow. If you see a gap, you stab the attacker directly and do not give him a break. If you fall, you continue to attack without waiting to get up. He dropped his stamina right before he died and put his hands on the ground to spread the energy drain. The magical distribution of this mountain was unmatched. It's the magical power of Basrodel.

‘Skills have grown...’

Thousands are excluded because they are not used. Instead, the psychological and energy drains that Ajin first selected in the tutorial grew in an elixir. Especially fast growth was the energy drain. The energy drain that melted into this mountain grew explosively, though it could not attract such ignorant magic as the magic cast by Basrodel. Even the inner air that could not be used because it was sealed against the Black Snow scent was more powerful than before. The vinacy that rolls it will soon reach the sobriety law.

‘That's the problem from then on. ’

Soma is one of the rising cardinal laws of the Church. The subordinate cardiac method reaches the end quickly, but the growth is very slow from sobriety. After all, since it is a ball learning in the form of an avatar skill, it is unlikely that you will need to realize how to penetrate the wall, but the higher the original level, the harder it is to raise it. It is the same with skills.

‘I need to teach you a little more. ’

He taught me how to use my body. I gave him a free pass, but he wasn't perfect. The smell of Raw Snow narrowed my eyes. You are using a skillless maneuver, but this world is not a game. Nature melts, and even without using it as a skill, the air is hidden in the body. How do you handle it? Raw snow scent was intended to focus on it. There was so much I could teach and use without using it as a skill. That was the case with the phonemes that Ajin had learned.

‘Let's start with blood transfusions. ’

There's nothing bad about it. I'll teach you how to build, and I'll teach you how to do other jobs. There is nothing to teach us about power, longevity, and unity. There is a shaman without a brother, but teaching a shaman who is tied to his brother is more important than retiring.

"Cancer technology would be fine. ’

While I was thinking of useful bastards, the scent of Raw Snow nodded its head. Ajin has no means of ranged attack. You can use the Forge to use the Forge, but if you only hold the Catcher's Blade, you'll have no choice but to use him to kill the Chicken.

"Let's see... useful cancer technology..."

Jeremiah staggers and retreats. Power seems to have been somewhat deteriorated by the swift attack. His adherent fist pounds Jeremiah's chest as he throws a controlled fist to the side.

‘A no-man 's-land secret would be fine. ’

The scent of Raw Snow rubs a pipe into your mouth and nods your head. Crafted from a mixture of martial arts and rock skills, the shaman will replace Azin's lack of ranged attack. What else could there be?

“What are you thinking? ”

A voice suddenly approaches. It is Basrodel. The black snow flashes and sees Basrodel sitting next to her, reaching out and grabbing her shoulder.

“You're just in time. I need a favor."

“Ugh, yeah? What is it?”

Basrodel blinks and asks. It was good to have more people on her turf, but she was still free. I was trying to make Rivera a warrior and everything, but the process didn't have much fun for her. It was boring to get Libera ready to go down the mountain and become a warrior. Sitting in the middle of a magical enchantment all day, watching Rivera siphoning her magic, and calming her whimpering to let her out while she was bored. Since Raw Snow and Azin are struggling outside the cave, Basrodel sucks his fingers every day.

“Give me some scales. ”

Such sorrow in Basrodel is not my concern. The black snow scent looks up at Basrodel's big eyes and says, "Basrodel blinks, panicking and pulling his head back."

“What, what? What the hell are you talking about? ”

“It's a lot, isn't it? And he never grows up again, does he? So give me a break. ”

The scent of Raw Snow reached out to Basrodel and said. The dragon's scale is light, sharp, and hard. But that's not all scales have. Dragon Scales are sensitive to magical powers and easily contain them. Internal air is the same. If you make a secret using the scale, it is a good idea to use the secret of being invincible.

“Why..? ”

“Because I need it.”

The black snow scent gives way. Basrodel's lips twitch with a careless throw. Basrodel hesitates, and the smell of black snow squirms and spits out.

“It's not worn out. What are you thinking about? You don't want to give me that? ”

“Oh, no, that's not...”

I can't believe this side is coming out of there forcefully. Basrodel raises his arm, weeping. Yeah, it doesn't wear off. Basrodel tugs his sleeve up, swallowing a gulp.

“.. how long? ”

“A lot.”

After hesitating, Bashrodel closes his eyes and cuts off his arm. Woohoo! Bones snap, flesh rips. It is a self-eviscerated arm, but it does not even spill blood. A new arm protrudes from the wound area while the torn arm is lowered. After a moment, the arm rests on the ground and is buried in a densely raised scale.

“... is this okay? ”

Basrodel touches his new arm and asks. The smell of Raw Snow gives you a smile and a nod. A hand of black snow sweeps over Basrodel's head.

“Thank you.”

A little greeting, that's all. But Bashrodel smiles brightly at that. As soon as Basrodel laughs, the smell of black snow hits her on the head and starts working. The scales are pulled out one by one and the red strength of the scales is smeared with a steady hand. The scale of the dragon did not change shape, even in strength.

“Harder than I thought. ”

It simply solved by raising the output of the internal air being poured. The coiling strength condenses and becomes darker in color. The hard scale changed its shape as soon as the black snow scent touched it. A scepter that can be thrown by the blade, not by the handle.

“... what are you doing? ”

Basrodel blinks and asks. She looks at the scales piling up in wonder.

“Don't you see? ”

Raw snow scent said in a loud voice. In the meantime, Azin and Jeremiah continue to fight. Jeremiah raises the strength a little, and the flow of battle is no longer attractive to him. Basrodel was slightly depressed by the words of Raw Snow, watching what Raw Snow was doing without saying anything, but now he opens his mouth and looks at Jeremiah and Azin.

“... not bad. Jeremiah's doing just fine.”

Basrodel's eyes sparkle. I've seen Jeremiah deal with more and more challengers recently, but I've never seen a man fight more like Jeremiah, like Azin.

“Of course. Whose disciple?”

The scent of Raw Snow murmured without stopping to make a scepter. Should I make some armor? At that moment, the smell of Raw Snow stopped. No, it's not. I thought it would be okay, but the smell of Raw Snow shook my head. A dragon's scaled armor will completely prevent a dizzy attack, but if you give it to him for no reason, he might become as dull as he was when he only trusted the inner space. There's nothing wrong with having good equipment, but I can't give you a gift that your habits have not yet been properly lifted.

“What are you doing? ”

How long have I been doing that? Argin approaches, when Basrodel, sitting next to him, ignores him for a long time and shoots him to be quiet. He breathes with sweat. The scent of Raw Snow lifts up the coming azine and gestures. Azin tilts his head and squats in front of the Black Snow scent.

“.. an apprentice? ”

Azin mutters, looking at the scaffolding accumulated in front of the Raw Snow. Even though you don't have a handle, the grip seems to be blurry. The length was quite short, about 10 centimeters, tapered to the tip, and the pointed tip is sharp as if it was pierced by the finger alone.

“Grab one. ”

At the words of Raw Snow, he reached out and grabbed the slasher. It's light. It's as light as the wind. Raw Snow's scent points to a tree next to it, tilting its chin toward Azin, which reflects sharp days in the sunlight.

“Throw it. ”

In response, he measured the distance and twisted his wrist. I see! The scepter is deep in the tree. I haven't learned cancer skills properly, but I am excellent for beginners thanks to my sensitive senses and fine power control.

“Pick it up again. ”

I felt like I was being trained to poop. Azin grunts and approaches the tree. While whimpering to draw the endless slash, the smell of Raw Snow made all the scales received from Basrodel into a slash.

“Mucous methods, sclerosis, and rock pores. ”

When Azin came back from the slaughter, the smell of Raw Snow opened his mouth.

“I will teach you more. You don't have to teach me anything else. Normal unmanned people know what blood is in my body and which blood to draw, but you're not a normal unmanned person, so you have to teach me this too. ”

Raw Snow's scent rises as she grunts.

“It's the quickest way to beat things. It's not hard to write, so I'll let you know. And, rock pores. Throwing a secret sword is something that anyone can do, but you have to learn it well to learn it. ”

The scent of Raw Snow rubs its fingers and raises a scepter. Her hands, which were lightly rubbing against her wrists, blur. I didn't even hear a sound, and the scaffolding in her hand was gone. Raw snow scent points to the tree in front of you with a finger raised.

“It is the secret of no-man 's-land. It's a quicker, more precise, stronger throw of a scepter. If the level increases, you can blow the internal air into the rain water and move as you wish. Recovery.

The scent of Raw Snow prickles my fingers. Tac! She has the protagonist back.

“Free. It's a winning sword, if you think about it. Shouldn't be too hard. The ingredients are good, and it doesn't just move with determination like a real winning sword. Your body is free to handle internal air, and if you are familiar with the recipe for no-man 's-land, you can use it to some extent. ”

The scent of Raw Snow approached Azin as he waved his finger's apparition.

“And, you fought well. I'll compliment you."

“.. why are you being so nice all of a sudden? ”

Azin tilts his head and asks. She seals herself in the air, saying, "Get used to what you have, rather than learning something new." And all of a sudden, you're gonna teach me how to bleed, how to walk, how to cancer? The smell of Raw Snow narrowed my eyes.

“I just thought I should start getting ready. ”

Placing my hands on Azin's head, I remembered the secret to the scent of raw snow. The green crease passes over to Ajin.

“It won't be long now. ”