An undeveloped district in the north of the Kingdom of Lykeberg. This is where the country designates itself as a no-invasion zone, without sneaking up on untouchable gods. The apparent reason for this is not to inspire powerful demons because of their dwellings.
But the truth is because it was the home of a wide variety of warcraft. Hundreds of years ago, boundaries were created by arrangements decided between the Warcraft and the King of Man.
That was the true undeveloped district.
But now pre-construction had become a reality there, truly turning into a demonic nest.
"In the last few years, I don't know if I'm going to have to keep moving the Knights."
In a rapidly built tent in front of an undeveloped district, the Knights Commander was leaning his back against the chair.
"Still no clue... it's been two years since he disappeared... maybe it's time to get ready"
Throwing his men's report to his desk, the Knights Commander went outside.
Camp surrounded by wooden fences. The knights are the only ones who come and go inside it. There is no appearance of ordinary people.
Their current position is in the creepy woods. Among them are the achievements of the Warcraft, but they tread.
"What's the situation?
Catching a knight who was nearby, the Knights Commander asked about the state of the forest.
"Ha! Nothing has changed. Based on the cycle of progress, this situation will probably continue for another couple of days."
"Right... but don't be alarmed. Always be ready."
"Ha!"
Beating the shoulder of the saluting knight, the knight captain stopped on his feet as he approached the woods for a few steps.
"Oh, boy. Maybe it's time for a senior who's drawn to the country to go out."
and Dikuld's father in a distant land - a knight captain who thinks I should use Graham's help. Things were about to set in motion for violent control over things that never fit.
It was two knights who showed up before him like that. The two men, who spanned the horse by both names and came to the land, jumped off the horse and stuffed it, when they saw the forest and found the Dusk Knight Commander.
"Master, what the hell are you going to do?
The name of the knight who questioned the idea of the Knights Commander from the first voice was Carambel. Next to it was Alice, who likewise questioned the idea of the Knights Commander.
Two faces that also show as if they were angry somewhere. The chief of the knights said a word, trying to speak inside, and led the two of them into his tent.
Settling back in the tent, the Knights Commander asked Carambel what he wanted to hear with his gaze.
"... the Knights Commander knew that we had been on the Dikrdo search for the past two years, didn't he?
"Oh, of course I know that. I mean, what you two want to know is why you didn't tell us about Dikuld's disappearance in the undeveloped district."
Alice nodded small at the words of the Knights Commander and told him about how she had gotten here.
"Yes, it is. The other day, a pedestrian told me that we had spoken to Dikuld and that he had gone to an undeveloped district and didn't come back. Why didn't you tell us that information? No way anymore..."
The interrupted word was based on predicting the worst end of death.
Though I thought it was my usual stray again, I hadn't heard one of the rumors for over two years, and the information I finally got was that I headed to an undeveloped neighborhood on my own where my strict precautions became drawn soon after Dikuld's disappearance, and I didn't end up coming back.
In Alice, the end of one hope and death was swirling.
Because he perceived the anxiety of that Alice, the Knights Commander did not try to line up many words and came to a conclusion.
"In conclusion, Dikuld's life and death are unknown. But he's also missing again. All I know is that Dikuld's blood, thoughts, traces of blood, and it led to a river flowing into an undeveloped area."
Alice was relieved by the unclear answer. At least, even thin to tears that you can still hope for.
Carambel, on the other hand, did not decide that the situation was any better. He doesn't know the truth about the undeveloped district, unlike the Knights Commander, but he does know the pre-construction that has become a reality. After thinking about it, after thinking that the sense of direction had prevented a devastating apprentice from leaving, I thought about the difficulty of staying alive there for only two years alone.
Dikuld's survival rate is unlimited to close to 0.
"Knights Leader, give us permission to enter the undeveloped district."
Carambel decided as soon as possible that he had to go to the land and advanced to the Knights Commander. But the Knights captain puts on arms and shakes his neck to the side.
"No."
"So why!
It was Alice who roughed up her voice. Next to it, Carambel glued, holding Alice up with one hand and putting her on the chair.
"Master, why? Is the situation in the undeveloped districts so bad by then?
"Bad.... but that should show a fit in the next few days"
"I see. You mean later?"
Carambel understood exactly what the Knights Commander said, and Alice spoke half the time. That was the most important thing for Alice, whether it was a difference in experience, or a difference in lack of calm, or in any case being able to step into an undeveloped district in a few days.
"Well, Carambel"
"Yes."
"You need to be on the front line. There will always be demonic progression within the past week. Stand by for it."
"Ha."
I don't have a hand in letting Carambelle play with her head showing up among the first-degree knights. The Commander of the Knights added him to his strength against the next progression, while giving Alice, still in second degree, the task of backward support.
"Let's talk about the information I'm getting about Dikuld before we leave. Now focus only on stopping the progress."
"" Your will. ""
As knights, they salute the order, while the two follow the tent.
After that, they were to be involved in a battle with a thousand demons that happened three days later.
Meanwhile, around that time.
Gone, Dikuld, but he was still alive.
In the depths of an undeveloped neighborhood, it still connected its life.
The middle of an undeveloped district with as much territory as a small country. Especially where powerful individuals wandered, unknowingly he kept fighting.
"Ha!"
In the dark woods even at noon. So a boy who emits light like a replacement for the sun.
A black-dyed sword with blood. The armor is also red and black stained with return blood. Blue hair, which had been cut into short pieces, was dusty with soil and blood and turned into long hair.
His sword, which cut the four neck snake into two pieces. The only hand that holds it is the right hand, not both hands like before.
From the branches of the tree bracketed on the elbow of my left hand, I can guess that one hand is unusable.
"Ha ha."
Roughening his breath and rolling around him with his sword protruding to the ground are a bunch of over 100 demonic stones. Subtly different shapes and colors. What is common to them is that they are huge?
"In the meantime, while..."
Having finished the battle with a group of demons encountered, Dikuld moves off the spot as soon as he breathes.
At his feet scaffolding the thick branches of the tree and traveling at high speeds, a demon hears the sound of the battle passing through the chills. He pushes through the woods, holding down his occasionally crippling left arm with his right hand.
And, at that time, from between the depressed trees, I saw the light plunged in.
"exit
And it came to pass, when he shouted, that the light had invited him out, and there was a ruin.
"What... ruins?
A ruin that leaves traces of intense vandalism. I don't know if that was from when this ruin was still in use, but it was a ruin that left with traces like something collided or a large collapse.
"It might be good for your bed today."
I wasn't interested in the ruins themselves, but in the sense that I could hide myself, it might have been optimal there. The question is, is it safe inside?
Dikuld stepped into the ruins as he descended from the tree branches onto the ground.
Inside the ruins was light inserted from a dark, crumbling outer wall, only some of which was illuminated. The material of the ruins themselves was made by piling up rocks, and the place, long abandoned, was infiltrated with moss, weeds, etc., and even thin and damp with rainwater.
Dikuld used his spatial skills and walked around in them for a while. Having thought nothing in particular, he went around only to see if there were any demons, exploring them for about an hour, and decided to rest there today.
"You're a little tired..."
Every day, every day, I have had no time to rest my mind, and I have fought against demons. Days of magically drilling holes in the ground and hiding yourself as if you were going into a grave, even when you slept.
The only meal is the meat of small animals you occasionally encounter, or the nuts. The drink is rainwater stored in a magically made container.
So we can secure just a few decent beds, and only a little peace of mind for him.
"I wonder how everyone is..."
When I calm down, I remember my days at the Knights School with Alice and Carambelle and the others. And days in peaceful villages spent with Ray and his family.
Thinking of the days in that memory, Dikuld falls into his dreams.
Also, believe me that day will come.
─ ─ Then a week later.
The sweep of demons that have been underway is over, and Carambel and Alice are back on the move to search for Dikuld.
The time given to both of them is approximately two weeks. I have no more food reserves, and I am concerned about encounters with large groups of demons.
The two of them set foot in an undeveloped neighborhood with battle fatigue completely unstoppable.
They had relied on maps of undeveloped districts to come to the river where the last traces of Dikuld's presence remained.
"Around here."
"Yes. According to the information, the blood trail continued downstream. I mean..."
You mean you went upstream of this river?
Alice and Carambel both nodded at the same time.
Why, even though there are still traces of going downstream, it is determined because the direction has been reversed along the way to go upstream the other way.
Besides, if you went downstream by some miracle, there have already been many search teams out there in that direction. That's why it's likely to end in vain from what we've been looking for.
In other words, if you believe in the survival of Dikuld, you should go upstream.
The two headed north along the river. Along the way, proceed with caution, keeping an eye out for any traces.
Then, a few hours walk away, I found a black burnt stone.
"Is this a burning trail?
"Or is that a trail of battle? After all, Dikuld was moving in this direction."
"Alice, where are you now?
Alice retrieves the map and confirms its current location. Follow the river with your fingers and estimate the approximate travel distance…
"The western part of the undeveloped district, its midpoint, I thought."
Alice placed her finger just around the middle of the left end of the spread map. Carambel also peered through the map from the top and slipped his two and fingers from where Alice had given it.
"The west and south disappeared. It's north or east to stay, but there's likely to be an idiot apprentice in the ruins east of here"
"What? Why?
Carambel was right to speculate. But Alice didn't know why.
"Because he's not stupid. If you live long enough here, you're likely to be building a base somewhere. That being the case, as far as the map goes, there's no place other than here where that seems likely."
Carambelle slapped a ton and a site of ruins and stated the basis for the speculation. Alice nodded deeply, feeling the real feeling of being close to Dikuld, and she lost the map.
So they left the river and stepped into the back of the woods.
An evening of tsar and rain. Dikuld waited jizzily among the ruins for the rain to stop, which would continue to fall for another four days.
There is also a small amount of food left on hand. There's plenty of room for drinking water thanks to the rain that keeps falling, but it's time to head out to secure food.
It's just dangerous to get wet in rainwater and cool your body in the winter. There are no cold pills here, but there are no blankets to warm your body. So we have to avoid getting wet in the rain as much as we can.
But water is entering through empty holes in the rainy ruins. Gradually it was spreading and there were fewer places for Dikuld to calm himself down.
So Dikuld decided to go to the back of this ruin. Behind the ruins, the rain may not have come in, and there was nothing to do but snooze the rain.
I used to even wave my sword at times like this, but now my left hand is broken, and there are other injuries left. In this state, I don't even feel like training is the truth. Instead, it's important to build up strength for when demons strike. When you run out of power, you encounter demons without an ex or a child.
Dikuld rises to support the sword, which has already spilled a blade into the rattle, and goes into the back of the ruins. I've been sleeping here the last few days, so I know where the road is going back.
So, without getting lost, we go down there and go to the back as we explore appropriately.
Thus, after wandering the ruins for about half a day, Dikuld was experiencing an unpleasant chill on his back.
Don't move on, remembering that feeling, but the desire to find out if it was dangerous kept his legs moving.
And then he reached the worn-out, weathered stone door. From beyond that door, which is not subtly closed, I feel the illusion that darkness is crawling out.
At that time, what came to mind in his head was the words of the head of the giant.
─ ─ "Curse"
That's what he called it. That felt like it was beyond where he stood now, and Dikuld hesitated to put his hand on the stone door.
"... freaking out what are you going to do, Dickold Belstead? If the curse is true, it's my job to do something about it."
But he reprimands himself for being scared and reaches out his right hand. And he put his palms on the door of the stone with a stick, and pressed.
Doors that open with noise in friction with the floor. Beyond that, there was a dungeon.
But the fact that it's not just a dungeon proves something stronger.
─ ─ Pocha......
The sound of droplets falling. It sounded like I was going to miss hearing it very small, but if it was deafening, it would be heard further from the back.
Dikuld relies on the sound and goes back down the dungeon. As he turned several branches and passed in front of a rusty iron lattice, the water was stained where he reached.
A droplet falling from the ceiling falls into the water buildup beneath it, playing a droplet sound. The place where the water reservoir is made feels like it was purposefully dug back on the ground of peeling. And as it proved to be a hole dug in a man's hand, there was an object placed there.
No, it was precisely the crystal of the Evil God that was placed there.
But Dikuld doesn't have the knowledge to spot it. However, from the unspeakable chills transmitted with the bin, I decided it was the cause of the curse and even touched it with my bare hands in a detour to remove it.
"Up......!
As soon as possible, what strikes me is a severe pain that pierces my entire body. Feels like something's coming in from your right hand and that's the raging, crazy pain in your body. That doesn't even swallow Dikuld's own consciousness.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhh"
Take your hands off the crystal and hold your head around Dikuld. Like a bug in his head, something fools him through his head.
─ ─... let
-Kill...
- Kill him.
- Kill him. Kill him.
- Kill him, kill him, kill him.
It gradually becomes a voice, and, louder.
Dark and dark, a harsh cry from the abyss.
Dikuld, with his remaining consciousness, then rolls around the spot trying to escape and slaps his head to the floor. But eventually his heart will be smeared black enough that he won't even be able to fight it.
"Ahhhhhhh"
An extinct cry for his spirit to fall completely.
The purifying action of a rampant spirit that rises at the same time. The shadow of the abyss rises trying to swallow everything black.
"Ha ha."
Breathe out, Dikuld crawling to the ground and squatting. Your face is sweaty, your eyes are out of focus, vain.
But even in that state he remained conscious because of the appearance of 'something' in the form of a person before him. There's also a "something" that emits similar signs to what I felt from the earlier crystals.
"You are......... who?
'Something' does not answer Dikuld's query, who managed to get up on his knees. Black body as it was born out of darkness. It's as if there's only a hole in the view there, black. For this reason, instead of being in the shape of a person, it was also uncertain whether there was a face.
But "Something" laughed, as he answered Dickird's question. There was a three-day moon-shaped hole in the surface of his face, and the view behind him entered his face.
Dikuld saw it and decided that the conversation was impossible, with a trembling hand, holding the pattern of the sword. And the moment you try to pull it out, 'Something' moves out.
He reached forward with a good hand, grabbed Dikuld's neck up and slammed him straight against the nearby wall.
"Gee ho!"
Gunyagnya and his arms bent like snakes do not let go of Gatchiri and Dikuld's neck. As the pressure hung on his neck grew, Dikuld opened only his left eye and saw what 'something' looked like.
Soon 'Something' has moved all the way to the front of Dikuld and his face is laughing.
Dikuld pulled the sword he was trying to pull out aggressively. It was now time to pull out the sword. And I cut 'something' 's body in two while it was pressed against the wall and suspended - it was supposed to be.
"Become...!
But all that remained in his hand after shaking it off was the pattern of the sword and only a few blades left.
Karan, Karan and what was attached to it make a sound of falling to the ground.
And, at that moment, Dikuld was attacked by the pain of piercing his belly.
The bones snap and the back wall crumbles away.
And Dikuld blew into the room behind it with the beaten momentum intact, rolling down the ground.
"Ghoo..."
'Something' slowly looms before he spits blood out of his mouth and stops moving. Even though my vision is no longer boisterous, for some reason, only its black shadowy appearance looks clear.
"Not yet..."
Forced to move his trembling legs, Dikuld stood up while flirting. Look at that, the shadow laughs again. That was creepy and I couldn't help it.
I wasn't afraid of it, but his leg power slipped softly, out of balance, and he fell backwards.
At that time, at the moment of his fall, something touched Dikuld's right arm.
"What...?
It was one beautiful sword that stopped in the eye of Dikuld, who accidentally ascertained what it was.
In contrast to the silly shadow in the darkness, that sword, which shines white in the darkness, was such a sword, beautiful and yet more present than any sword ever seen.
Dikuld reaches unconsciously for that white sword.
The shadow, on the other hand, reaches out its black hand to Dikuld as if in a hurry.
Fast was Dikuld's outstretched hand.
The tip of the white head. The moment the tattoo touched the dug pattern - the light could play.
A fierce polar light engulfed Dikuld, and the darkness vanished in an instant, without screaming the Terminator.
The flood of light does not remain just that, but penetrates the ruins and climbs heavenly high.
"Mr. Carambel, that!
"Let's go!
It also stopped in the eyes of the two men who were searching for Dikuld, not just that, but delivered its pillars of light, the Knights, the city, and, beyond the country.
That was a signal.
so that he can receive the news, sleeping on the other side of the distant sky.
"... the birth of a new brave man."
Awakening from permanent sleep.
That's one of two things.
It was a signal to encourage his awakening.