Desire

“Enough.”

Thousand horses opened their mouths. The small voice stops the merciless slaughter. The survivors were small enough to be counted by hand. The Thousand Horses smile as they drop their swords and shake their heads.

“Were you not prepared? ”

Thousands ask. The survivors do not answer. The Emperor smiled again as he saw them shivering. He shakes his head slowly, and every time, his gray hair flutters.

“I gave him time. There were also 15 mathematical twelve. And yet, here you are. ”

The thousand horses were smiling, but his voice contained deep sadness and grief. He stuttered his gaze and looked for the Hannam crest, which he had killed. It was a little hard to find because there were so many bodies.

“I thought the Haenammas were part of the old file room. ”

Such a Hannam tribe collapsed. Fifteen martial artists. The thousand horses kicked their tongues with a small sound. He looks at the survivors and says,

“I wouldn't have been prepared. There must have been some confusion. You didn't think of him. If you knew this, you should have prepared for this. I would have enjoyed it a little more if I had given it a day or so. ”

The thousand horses sag, and every time his words flow, the survivors tremble. I thought it was impossible. The Hannam clan would have fallen as long as more time had been given per day. Everyone thought so. Those 15 were strong and fearful as if they were not in this world. The scariest of them all was not the ones soaked in blood, but the thousand horses smiling in a clean appearance.

“I thought of extermination. ”

CheonMa said.

“But I don't think we should. If we kill everyone here, who will tell of our existence? Will the dead here become ghosts? That's something to look forward to, but it's better to keep the messenger alive. So I'm not gonna kill you. ”

The thousand horses laughed in a low voice. He laughed as he looked around the Hannam building.

“What a waste for you. The name of the old file room is a waste, and everything is a waste. It is said to contain the Black Sea of the Hannam tribe. Not your black sea, not the stream you saw here. Not even when you threw a stone at the Dead Man's Well. Have you poured out the sea for a hundred years? ”

No one answered. Thousands smiled again.

“You have no wit, no pride. Don't you even know how to be insulted? The dead Hannam crest is better than you. That would make it a doorbell. Well, good. I don't want to call those who don't have the heart to pick up the sword unmanned, and I don't think I'll enjoy killing you. Deliver the message alive. ”

He raises his hand, forcing those who sat on it to stand up.

“Anywhere is fine. Go and tell them that the Bridge has been resurrected and that the Emperor is here. To the sperm, to the safa, to the murim. Let every human being on this earth know. ”

They are terrified and immobilized. A lesser loyal shouts.

“What are you doing?! Get the fuck out of here! ”

The shout made them flee. You can't scream, and you move your legs to leave the doorway. All that was left was a warm corpse, fourteen soaked in blood, and a thousand horses smiling peacefully. He looked up at the sky. The clouds. The moon is reappearing.

“Maybe a week. ”

Thousands of horses starve. “... What do you mean?” The faithful have spoken. The thousand horses who were looking up at the moon answered.

“Preparing for the rainforest. ”

The faithful swallowed it. It's not right. The power of the Moorish cannot be measured. If the martyrdom erupts again, the Eunuchs buried in Chalong will rise up all together. The notorious sectarian blind will regain their power and the Safaris will show their movement.

It is said to be elite, but Bridge is only three thousand people. Can we take on 3,000 of them? The fillings were a little skeptical. The Bible says that the ten masters have the power to surpass the master of teenagers, and that the thousand horses have a wondrous manpower that can be called the golden man. The power of the Moorish is not to be trifled with.

“.. waiting for them to prepare...”

“It's no fun. ”

CheonMa said.

“All you can get by killing unprepared people is sadistic pleasure. That's the only reason why the martyrs bent over for a hundred years. ”

The thousand horses shook their heads.

“No, what Bridge wants is their complete defeat. The perfect defeat, ready to go. It was a hundred years of silence for it. Those who first arrived on the island and dreamed of revenge, punishment and reign, all that remained were their sons and sons. Or a daughter and a daughter. ”

He chuckles. He said with a thin smile.

“You must be rewarded for a hundred years. ”

The filling is silent, without any further rebuttal. If Thousand Horses decided, that's all. There is no rebuttal against his words. Thousand Horses turned and walked.

“Long time on a boat. Don't you need a break? Tell them to come up and rest. You can sleep for a day or so. ”

Tu. The thousand horses lightly kicked the corpse caught in their feet.

“Send them to the sea. The sea they couldn't hold in their swords. I'll feel the sea even if I die. It's such a satisfying place. ”

“Respect!”

Fourteen bloody men bowed their heads and cried out.

*

A magic circle has been set up behind the North Sea ice palace. There was already a magic group for long-distance warp magic in the dungeons of the bloodline, and the magic group installed in the North Sea Ice Palace was linked to the magic group and coordinates of the bloodline. Persian sighs and wakes up. She squeezes her pretty neck and mutters.

“I know I'm an Archmage, but it's hard to do it alone. ”

“What can I do? I don't think a wizard should be helping me. ”

Ajin approaches Persik and says. He wipes the snow from Persian's head with his bare hands. Persian snorts excitedly.

“All I can think about is bragging. ”

“Only Persian can do this. ”

Ajin smiled bitterly and said. There was a wizard on the move, but it was mostly low-level. It's better to do it alone than with their help. It was Persian who said that. You said it's a lot harder to explain and teach when things you don't understand. Persian gazes at the large magic stone at the center of the enchanted circle.

“Still, I'm glad you have the magic stone. Manat melted in the atmosphere and the trenches would have been hard to handle. ”

It was thanks to the salt's help that I was able to get the magic stone. There are many merchants who go back and forth between Gracia and the Bullysal Desert. Thanks to their cooperation, the Gold Coin Merchant Guild has grown larger than ever before and has been able to obtain magic stones of that size with their help. It cost a lot of money, but it would be cheaper to connect snowflakes and bloodlines, the most advanced northern tip.

Magic stones work in conjunction with the sorcerers to suck out the atmosphere and the mana of the veins. It can be used once a week, but you can travel a few months in a row on horseback. Azin smiles thinly as he looks down at the Magic Cube.

“Good work. No more...”

Oops. A snowball flew in Azin's back head. He lowers his head slightly, raising his hand to wipe out the eyes on the back of his head. He sighs and turns and looks at the black snowflake looking at him with a fat face.

“What's the matter? ”

When Azin asked, he leaned over without answering. She folds her eyes again and throws it to Ajin. Phew! It was fast enough to avoid, but he didn't avoid it. A flying snowball smashes into the face of pain. He closes his eyes and wipes the eyes off his face again.

“... Master. What are you complaining about?

“No complaints! ”

When Azin asked, the smell of Raw Snow was loud. She frowns and puts her hands on her waist to stare at the pain. Persian laughs alongside you. The smile gives me a black snowy glare. She starts squeezing her eyes again.

“... Master. Speak up. What's wrong with you?”

“Offensive? Offensive? You've said a very good thing. ”

The scent of Raw Snow frowns and throws its eyes. Oops! A snowball that flew stronger than before struck his chest.

“Come to a place where it snows so much, what have you done? ”

“I've done a lot of things. Convinced Archers to join the bloodline and talk about the future. Set up the Wizards for seamless mobility.

“Yes, you are. Hanging out with that fox-like palace anniversary, messing with my sheep! ”

“Wait. Miss Coco? Are you talking about me? ”

Persian spits out a nonsense in his face. The black snow scent was bright and smiling. “That's a good look for Miss Cocoa. He's cuter than Fleshlumpeater.” Persian body trembles with the smell of black snow.

“Like Cyclops...! ”

“Cyclops? What is that? ”

The stench of Raw Snow tilts your head in Persian words. In Azin's head, he remembers the giant, the muscle quality of the Cyclops. He pressed and swallowed a smile that he didn't even know was going to explode.

“Yes. A one-eyed, ignorant monster. ”

Persian flesh trembles with the smell of black snow. Here we go again. Ajin swallows a sigh. Sometimes they argued about things that were strange because they had a good relationship. Of course, we're not really fighting each other, but it's a rural homicide. The user slashes the target with a sharp tongue, then both of them puke for a while. In the end, what's embarrassing is the azine between the two. We have to intervene at this point.

“I see. I was busy with work and couldn't care less about Master. You came all the way here with me.”

The smell of Raw Snow stopped. She clears her throat low and turns her gaze.

“Ah, I knew it. ”

The black snow murmurs, and Persian sticks out his tongue. Azin, who had furrowed his eyes on his body, suddenly had an idea as he looked at the eyes on his feet.

“.. snowman. Have you ever created one? ”

Azin asks. With that question, the smell of Raw Snow turns back and looks back at him. “... snowman?” Raw snow has tilted my head. Ajin smiles bitterly.

“Yes.”

“.. what's with the eyes all of a sudden? ”

“Come to think of it, it's been a long time since I made a snowman. ”

I think I made it straight when I was a kid. It didn't snow much in this reality, but when I was a kid, I used to get snowy snow that was only for a few decades. Not anymore, I took my father's hand and went out and made a snowman. My hands were cold, and I got a runny nose. It wasn't much fun... but after I made both my father and the snowman, When I untied the scarf that had been wrapped around my father's recommendation and wrapped it around the neck of the snowman, I felt quite pleasant.

The next day, every time I went to school, I saw the snowman I made, and I felt joyful. And when I went down. His eyes were smashed and his scarf was rolling on the floor. I haven't made a snowman since. It eventually breaks down, melts and breaks, gets crushed in the foot.

“.. Well... it shouldn't be too bad to try. ”

The black snow murmurs. Persian rolls his eyes already. Azin leans down, smiling heavily and folds his eyes together. When I was a kid, my hands were cold with gloves on.

My hands aren't sore right now.