Desire

Two weeks later. Escorted by the Lawrence Mercenaries, you made it through the Desert of Reynalds. A few times, they cross the vast desert without a milestone, just as they assured me that they were on escort duty in the Bulisar Desert. When they told me the oasis was coming, it really wasn't long before the oasis showed up.

‘Lucky me. ’

We didn't know if the price they paid was reasonable, but as a meeting with them, we had to admit that crossing the Desert of Missouri was more convenient and faster. Above all, what I liked about him was the story of Gratia, which they briefly told.

Gracia, magic and knights, a world of monsters and heretics. If Jinsun is the world of man and man, then Gratia is a world of 'fantasy’ that can often be imagined. It still contains identity and slavery, and lives among Elves, Dwarves, and other xenophiles.

Gracia was actually made up of four countries. The largest and strongest of them are the entire Gracian Empire. It occupies the island beyond the western sea. Residents of Gracia often refer to the Kingdom of Gallios as the Barbarians beyond the sea, who invade the territory and plunder near the western sea of Gracia without fail.

The Gracians tried to subdue them several times, but Gracias' navy had never invaded the Kingdom of Gallios because the Sea Dragon Serikrapa who ruled the western sea defended the Kingdom of Gallios. The descendants of Sericrapa were the descendants of the Gallios royal family, and the current Gallios royal family had a pale flow of Sericrapa blood. Of course, that does not excuse Sericrapa to defend the Kingdom of Gallios.

A pact. Sericrapa made a pact with his descendants. I will defend the Kingdom of Gallios as long as I live. It is about protection everywhere. If the Kingdom of Gallios is in peril, Serikrapa will have to defend the Kingdom of Gallios in accordance with its treaty. Thanks to this, the Gracian navy cannot cross the West Sea and enter the Kingdom of Gallios, no matter how many ships there are.

In addition to the Kingdom of Gallios, which is protected by sea dragons, there is a Kingdom of Nornia in the southern sea of Gracia. Nornia is almost half the size of Gracia, a continent that is practically not an island.

There is a metal called duck corn. Naturally enchanted, the metal absorbs its surrounding magic and encases itself. Nornia holds the world's only giant mine mined by Orcorns, and many blind Dwarves are working in the mines of Nornia to create powerful weapons. Based on him, Nornia has a powerful army armed with ducks. The armies of Nornia armed with ducks are powerful enough to be compared to the Knights or Magical Legions of Gracia.

But Nornia is now inside. The successors of the throne had a bone marrow cup. Nornia has been divided into nations and western countries, and has waged many wars to occupy the Oregon mines.

And the Republic of Hemonia. It is controlled by Duke Biggenhardt the swordsman, the Grand Duke of Gracia, entitled "Dragon Slayer." Dragon Slayer. It is said to have been earned by attacking territory, brutally devouring people, and killing the same dragon, Rusandrea. Though other dragons helped kill Lussandrea, killing dragons is the only thing in Gracia's history.

Moreover, Lawrence and the mercenaries told me many stories. Among them, Azin noticed the story of the ‘Black Forest'. A land where the undead live. Gracie's greatest monster, that even dragons hunt ridiculously. A land ruled by Balk Verdinger Selgernia. I wanted to hear about her, but surprisingly, nothing was known about the Queen of the Black Forest.

In a certain way, it was natural. A queen crouching in the deepest depths of the Black Forest. Who among you knows the queen in the deepest depths of the Black Forest? Instead, I heard stories of powerful undead in the Black Forest.

‘We have to do something about her. ’

I felt it as I listened to the story. The power of the black forest is overwhelming. Undead that doesn't die. The Queen of the Black Forest, who used to hunt dragons in ridicule. If they leap out of the forest and become the force of Jabesh, Gratia will be hit with devastation. That's it. The dungeon masters who were close to the pinnacle as wizards follow Harvest.

The Black Wizard, among them, is a tricky Necromancer. One Great Wizard can change the flow of war. The powerful broad-spectrum magic they pour has enough power to change the flow of war. But the Necromancer is different. They can start a war on their own. The war between death and death, the fallen corpses... all of them an army of Necromancers. Those Black Wizards are swarming. An army of undead escorts them to the Queen of the Black Forest. Azin felt the tingling of his head.

‘I've been on the line too long. ’

I neglected Gracie too much. Rivera and Basrodel are known as warriors and have gained the overwhelming support of the citizens of Gracia, and she has teamed up with the Black Forest to call her own organization. Of course, the time spent on the line was not meaningless. If Rivera became a warrior in Gracia, then Ajin became the hero of Safa. Horses are the heroes of Safa. It is no exaggeration to think that Safa is the master of progress when it comes to the destruction of Muslims from the war against Mahishmati. If Jabesh marches with the Black Wizard and forms an army of undead, Azin rallies Safa and makes an army of Safa Unsullied.

No, I'm pushing. Ajin concludes calmly. Son of a bitch eats a few meals in my house. In Gracia, azin stands too disadvantageous.

“How much longer? ”

Azin asks, "It's been 15 days since I met Lawrence Mercenaries and signed with them." You said you'd be there in 20 days if you couldn't, so you should be able to see the Hizen territory. However, no matter how far you look, the Hizen territory has yet to be seen. It's not urgent, but I can't help but get nervous thinking about Rivera and Harvest.

Lawrence, who was riding a horse in front of Azin's question, turns his head. “I think it's going to take another four days.” Lawrence said. Azin raises his head again and looks away.

“But I don't see it. ”

Azin mutters. “Do you want to go a little faster?” Lawrence asked. Azin nods slowly. I thought it would be easy to go up at the current speed. Lawrence shares his gaze with the rest of the mercenaries and grips.

“If I run, I can reduce it by two days. ”

“Then we can run. ”

Azin says, "Lawrence smiles bitterly and starts running ahead." Camels run surprisingly fast. It's nothing compared to a horse, of course. The camel starts running with a jolt. Lawrence and the mercenaries ride at the speed of the camels, and the dust works like clouds.

‘I wish it were up to you. ’

I crossed the sand dunes thinking like that. We can't run long in a desert where the ground is sinking. The camel's health is not infinite. It became night while resting midnight. I wanted to run at night because I felt like it, but Lawrence was against going at night. That's why desert nights are dangerous. How dangerous it can be. The words are always hovering around your throat, but he doesn't react. It was because the body of reality had to rest.

I put my avatar back into sleep mode and took a break from the capsule. Connect to the capsule after you have gone to sleep enough and move again. For two weeks it hardened like a habit. But I still can't see the walls of the Hizen territory. After this morning, at noon. I didn't stop running. Still no sign of the Hizen estate.

“Is it far yet? ”

“You'll see it in a minute. ”

Lawrence immediately replied. Of course you are. How many times have I asked you that already? I think you're being a little paranoid. Azin glances at the Raw Snow and Persian flavors. The two seemed a little discontented, but they were still on their way.

“Huh?"

The sound was of Raw Snow. A little later than her, something caught up with Azin's senses. Azin reflectively looks down. The sand floor grazed me.

The sand rises.

My body shakes violently. He springs up with the camel. A little late, I thought. The moment I thought about it, my body was already reacting. I fell from the body of the flying camel and balanced it. Get into position and look down. You see a large open hole. Sand pours into it. The edges were tightly embedded in white and sharp...

‘Teeth.'

I realized later. A monster. A gaping monster burst out from underneath. The sand that floats together falls down. In slow time, he looked up. Lawrence and the mercenaries from the front look back this way. I found the Raw Snow Scent and Persian. Both of them also floated in the air. I was embarrassed by his expression, but there was no fear. Of course I did.

“What the hell. ”

Azin mutters and twists. The repulsive scent has risen. Monster's jaws are full of rot. Sandworm. I remembered his name later. A monster that hides under the sand and swallows its entire mouth open when its prey passes above it.

“Bullshit.”

We're falling. I wonder if Lawrence and the mercenaries can handle it. No, what about Thatcher? It's already falling. Ajin kicks his tongue and moves his feet. There is no need to worry about Black Snow and Persian flavors. Land first. The moment I thought about it,

The flaws and senses warned me. Time is running out. Slug! The flying one touched Azin's collar. I saw where they were shooting at, and the brown head of the mercenaries was pointing the bow this way. Azin laughs in vain without even knowing it.

“Son of a bitch.”

I was insulted by the mixture of laughter. Now I see. You can run, but you can't see. Azin mumbles and moves his hand. The red force is in his hands. I took my hand down without hesitation. A tentacle falls into the open mouth of the sandworm. Kuaaang! The sand is raging.

“Ajin!"

Persian lands on the ground in a hurry to cry out for help. Ajin grimaces at the popping sand. He looks at Lawrence's mercenaries. They pause and point their bows at each other.

“What are you trying to do? ”

Once I asked, the answer never came back. I thought so, and Azin wipes the sand from his head with his bare hands. “Fuck you.” He mutters like that and reaches for Lawrence. “Wait..!” Persian chants again.

I'm flawed and my back is cold. Azin stops walking and quickly opens the ledge. The red gushing self-reinforcement wrapped around him. There's no attack. I just had a hunch. Tension settles on the face of the Raw Snow and Persian frowns.

“The Wizard!”

Persian warns. Azin stares at Lawrence with a stiff face. Lawrence and the mercenaries swallow their saliva and take a small step back. Every time they take a step back, the magical power I feel intensifies. It was dark and sticky magic.

The Black Robe rises like a ghost. Not one or two. Dozens of wizards surround the group. You're distracted by the sandworm. It's a trick. Azin frowns and looks around at the wizards.

“Dark star? ”

Azin asks, no answer. However, one walked forward. He's holding a dull brown staff. His hands are twisted with something hanging from the end.

“Do you know the name Bullseye? ”

He asked, Bullseye. Arc Meiji from the Noble Gate. Azin watches him take off his robe hat. Crooked grey beard, sharp yellow eyes. Maburiko. Azin knew that face.

A face in Bullseye's memory.

“Nimmy.”

The Dungeon Master of Bully Saal, Leg Nome.

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I only slept because I was sick yesterday...