Dream Life

Tria Calendar October 10, 2017 at 6 a.m.

We, Zachsextedt Six, were headed for Lake Seelin, a lake northeast of the village, under the guidance of our squire Guy Jakes and hunter Joan, who spotted traces of the oaks yesterday.

The Guys are supposed to scout near the foothills of Mount Shekharion - a small mountain north of the village of Rasmore - and return to the village after leading us to the location of the footprints they found yesterday.

The weather has been beautiful over the past few days and it is so refreshing autumn sunshine that I would like to go on a picnic if not in this situation today.

Our gear will also look a few days over, not heavy gear like tracking down enemies, but just carrying our own weapons and smaller backpacks, which, by the side, will only look like we're going hunting. Of course, I have all the food, camping tools, etc. stored in my storage magic (inventory), so I'm ready.

It is about 5 km from the village to Lake Seelin, but bypassing the lake while following in the footsteps adds an even closer distance of 10 km.

I was in the woods near the village many times until I entered the college, but I never crossed the Seelin River and don't have much land prospecting. So I asked the Guys to guide me through the route used by the hunters and decided to go the shortest distance.

As far as Lake Seelin went along a small river called the Arn River, which flows north of the village, it was relatively easy to walk and in about an hour and a half the lake was reached.

The lake is transparent and very beautiful all year round, mainly because of the groundwater in the Aquila Mountains as a source of water. This time of year is somewhat early for red leaves, but the trees that have begun to colour appear on the lake, like the lake regions of England or the beautiful forests of northern Europe.

Such a beautiful landscape, but little in my eyes.

A river runs out west of the lake, but this becomes the tributary of the Fatas River, the Seelin River. They say the lake is at a higher altitude than near Kilnarek downstream and continues to have steep gorges until it joins the Fatas River. Especially near the source, it's almost more like a waterfall than a gorge, and I had no idea there was a place I could cross.

"There is a waterfall about 100m from here. Marutai is given there, so a small number of people can go through..."

As we continue along the valley listening to Guy explain, the valley gradually deepens. The trees around him stretched out into the river, into a valley so deep that it didn't seem like it was right off the lake. Guy is right, about a hundred meters went, there was a waterfall about five meters down, and a fallen tree about a meter in diameter built a natural marutai bridge.

"If you don't know, I don't think you have a place to cross."

The place was quite narrow with a river width of about 10 m, and a single rope had been given whether it had been installed by the hunters or not. The whole thing has amazing green moss, but our athletic abilities will allow us to cross without bitterness.

"As you can see, moss is growing, so please be careful not to get your feet taken. I'll go ahead and check the ropes."

Guy crosses the Marutai Bridge without grabbing the rope in a way he's used to. And you made sure the rope condition was fine, waved loudly and sent a signal.

Even Sharon, who has the least athletic ability, crosses without problems and immediately resumes northbound.

Proceeding about 3 km through the woods, Guy leading the way raised his hand and sent a stop signal. Then point to your feet and "Here it is," indicating traces of the grass being trampled down.

"It's hard to see, but there's no trace of you wearing shoes. foot size, from shape to oak. Definitely"

Guy's fingered footprints are moving southeast to northwest, and the grass is browned and discolored, which can be seen about two days later.

"Then we return from here to the village. Don't push it."

That's what I say and try to walk away, but I stopped at Dan, my son, and he was whispering something. When I asked Dan later, he said, "Be sure to protect Master Zach with your life". Guy also seems to think this pursuit isn't just about reconnaissance, it's about getting involved in my mission.

I broke up with the Guys, but it's only been about three hours since I left, and the sun hasn't gone up.

"Let's get to where we can go. The lead is Dan. I'm sorry, but I need you to be about 30 meters ahead of me. Me, Mel, Sharon, Liddy, Beatrice..."

I put Dan ahead because I don't know where the enemy is, and I thought that he, who excels as a scout, could prevent ambushes and other things by making our footsteps and other noises disappear.

The day had gone well and had progressed twenty-two, three km and about thirty km from the village since we began to follow in the footsteps. Normal forests make it difficult to go at such speeds, but in addition to not having to think of a route this time just following in the footsteps of the oaks, we are able to travel at such speeds by following an impromptu beast path made of more than two hundred oaks on foot.

By following the enemy, I've found out a little bit about them.

First of all, I'm starting to see strays in the orcs' footprints.

It felt like a few km beyond the Seelin River towards its destination without hesitation, but as we enter the rugged mountainous area north of Kilnarek, we begin to explore the road and the march is slowing down at once.

This suggests that the enemy does not have winged demons who can fly in the sky, and furthermore does not have a complete grasp of the information around here.

(Probably has a map. But you don't seem to have winged demons who can fly. Or did the Winged Demons start acting differently... in any case, it bodes well that the enemy's marching speed has slowed down. Hopefully, I'll chase him the day after tomorrow or so...)

The following day, on October 11th, tracking continued smoothly.

It was the action of the Orcs, who were concerned, but did not make their way to the village of Rasmore, nor did they have the appearance of flying demons such as the Wingman. That evening it was over Kalsh 'i, the biggest difficulty on Als Street.

We were attacked several times by demons just as close to the dangerous ones, but there are not enough dangerous demons to be our six enemies and we have barely lost time.

Pretty out-of-the-box predictions, but they should be shrinking from the Oaks to about a half-day late.

Early morning of the following October 12th.

The crows are noisy in the morning.

A flock of crows, sprinkled with black dots, under the blue sky as it exited, was flying north of Karsh, and their number was gracefully over a hundred. Many of them were the Great Black Ravens (Black Ravens), monsters.

Beatrice groans, "I think there's a lot of dead people out there somewhere."

(No way... some village was attacked?

I had a bad feeling about it, but I said, "Do you know where you're headed?" and check with Liddy, who has the best eye. Liddy narrows her eyes and stares at the destination of the crows' flock.

"Right...... somehow I get it. I just went straight north from here. I don't know the distance... I wonder if you can see it there. Where the forest is out......"

I also used a small telescope, and when I was desperate to stare, I somehow figured out where Liddy was talking.

"Locally, it's the village of Thysek... about seven or eight km in a straight line. Hurry up, it's about two hours away."

By the way, this telescope came to mind when I made the glass, and I made the lens and made it myself. Doctus has glasses, but strangely I never saw a telescope.

I was afraid this telescope would be used militarily.

I don't think there's such a big change as a military revolution because of the aerial power of the Flying Dragon Squad, or because this technology won't trigger war, but I don't want to spread the knowledge and technology that heterogeneous molecules like me possess as much as possible.

Someone will invent it one day, but until then, I'm going to keep it as secret as I can. However, there are a number of copies in the village, and there is a great deal of inconsistency between words and deeds, but I ask that they be kept as discreet as possible.

As soon as we check the location, we leave.

The area near Karsh is a wasteland, but with no big trees growing, the outlook is good. Though the wasteland with its big stones rolling around is hard to walk, it is able to mark the crows swirling because of its good prospects, without obstacles such as large rivers and cliffs, and straight to their destination.

As we descend, it becomes a grove-like forest, but the view above is open, so we can go north without getting lost. In about an hour and a half, he descends and enters the deep woods.

This forest, like the one near the village of Rasmore, was a primitive forest with large trees such as bamboo and oak, with no sign of human hands.

As we proceeded through the woods, we found traces of the orcs passing through.

There are many places where moss growing on fallen trees and rocks is peeling off, and it feels more like I was resting than I was walking.

Once, after taking a small pause, following in the footsteps again, I began to hear a loud squeal, saying the crows' gargers.

"What are you gonna do? That's the number, though, of the Great Black Raven. Don't be sorry if you get the episode" Taka "."

That's what Beatrice said, and I've been warning you.

The Great Black Raven (Black Raven) is a giant crow over two meters wide when it spreads its wings, and its sharp beak and crow-like cunning are the demons of the weapon. It is a weak demon equivalent to Grade VIII on its own, but usually has a flock of about dozens, and is highly hated by rear guards, such as archers and healers, because it focuses on a seemingly defenseless opponent and even follows weaknesses such as eyes.

Beatrice, a veteran, has drawn attention to the fact that there are more than a hundred of those big black ravens.

"Close carefully so that you don't find it, and wipe it out once and for all with magic. If they were magically attacked, they wouldn't be attacking any more."

I'll take Dan's place and I'll take the lead. Mel was my escort, Beatrice and Dan proceeded cautiously, also paying attention to the sky, as a formation protecting Liddy and Sharon.

Beatrice has told us in a sharp voice that "it smells like blood" when we start to see the crows directly above ourselves as well.

"Looks like you're still swarming with corpses. If so, you can assume the orcs are not here. Well, there may be wild dogs."

We were going low, but the crows finally found us. He threatens our heads with repeated sudden descents and surges, whirring loudly with gaggers.

"Once we get together to some extent, knock it off all at once. Let's go with a tornado of blades."

Change the formation and change Liddy and Sharon into a form that protects the four of us.

Moving on, I saw a private house ahead. Is it a poor village or lots of houses like thatched roof huts, giving the impression of dullness to the whole thing.

Going that far, the crows' intimidation grew more intense and began to come down to the overhead sleigh to target the gap.

"We're going to start chanting spells. There are many winds and wind gods (Wentus). Give me a rough tornado, a raging blade. I give you the power of my life..."

When I start chanting, Liddy and Sharon follow suit.

The power of the Spirit of the Wind comes together at once. I guess the crows noticed that too. One after the other, he rises up in the sky, letting the alarming ringing woodspring. Going up to a height of about thirty meters, he kept swirling to draw a circle of fifty meters in diameter, without ever leaving us any further.

The power of the Spirit reached criticality.

Breathe together and activate the magic of the three at the same time.

"" Tear my enemy apart! Blade Tornado Slash! ""

Three tornadoes appear to draw a square triangle about twenty meters high. The crows panic into a tornado that suddenly appeared and start running in the direction of the city with gagging.

There was no escape for the crows.

I let the tornado appear on the crow's swivel route, so I'm in the tornado's sphere of influence no matter how I try to escape. The crows cannot resist the strong suction of the tornado and are drawn in one after the other.

It's not like the crows misjudged.

If the normal archer is the opponent, if he rises thirty meters, he's almost safe. Launching kills the momentum of the arrows, and hitting birds flying at first and fast speeds is a daunting business. Of course, even if this is a magician, the situation remains very unchanged. Whatever inductive magic you can use like us, it's even hard for a regular magician to guess.

The crows behaved reasonably well. If we weren't opponents, that would be a condition.

The crows sucked into the tornado are chopped into vacuum blades and scattered with black feathers.

When the three tornadoes disappeared, nearly a hundred chopped large black ravens fell. Most of them were unbroken and mutilated, falling to pierce the ground with the sound of a dosadosa.

When the carcasses of the crows fall, instead, only the black feathers slowly descend. That sounds like black snow, but the smell of blood and the undying crow's interrupter sounds, and there is no emotion at all.

The crows who are lucky enough to survive are swirling in a big circle without ever approaching us. It would be to eat the dead compatriots.

"This will be fine. I care more about that village than that."

That's what I said to the dans who cared about the sky and headed to the village.

Carefully entering the village, there was a tragic sight there that should be called a hell of a painting.

Dozens of villagers were dead, most of whose bodies had been devoured by crows and wild dogs.

Smells like iron emitted by a lot of blood and nausea coming out of your gut.

A mutilated corpse pulled out of his gut.

The wild dogs snatch each other's bodies and run around with their pulled intestines, "Ragged." Crows flock to the corpse like they poke that gap.

I had no choice but to turn away from the sight and it took a lot of effort to contain the stomach fluids trying to come up.

Looking up, the high blue sky spreads through October, and the black crows look out of place. The gap between the blue sky and the tragic earthly sight is so great that it loses its sense of reality.

We'll go inside the village, but the wild dogs won't try to leave with their faces stuck in the bodies even if they admit we are.

The temperamental Mel also had no words just to say "terrible......" to this tragedy, occasionally, leaking whimpers. Sharon didn't talk about anything and endured it with a bright blue face. Dan and Liddy look pale, and I guess I look the same.

He remembered his unparalleled anger at a wild dog who continued to devour his body and unleashed the magic of a whirlwind blade (windblade). Chopping up a few wild dogs, the wild dogs finally fled outside the village. But it's untouched by the boundaries of the village, and I'm looking at this one.

Only Beatrice in that was calmly examining the body.

"You're about half killed with a sword. It's also bastard from behind. You feel like you've been hit where you tried to escape... but your arms are no big deal. I feel like I've beaten you to death..."

Beatrice had a long experience as an adventurer, because he had seen many pioneering villages wiped out, but I wouldn't have been able to calmly examine the bodies.

The number of bodies in sight ranges from thirty to forty. He had been slaughtered from an old man to a young boy under five years of age, the Little Ones, who had killed them all (Genocide).

I asked Beatrice with a squeezing voice, suppressing nausea and anger.

"I think when"

"Right. Isn't it last night? I don't think it's been that long since the wild dogs started eating."

I was somewhat uncomfortable agreeing that once I did, too. And I realize there is.

"No, it's not night."

Liddy said in my words, "Why?" He asks.

"I would have stayed in the house at night. No matter how many attempts you make to escape, it's unnatural for a body to be in so many places. Plus, a farm tool is falling near the body. Probably attacked in the middle of farming."

Looking around the village, it looks like he was attacked from the south of the village and has been slaughtered from behind trying to escape north except for a few men who seem to have resisted. Further, the footprints of the orcs continue north, so some villagers seem to have been lucky enough to escape.

"There might be someone hiding in the house. Let's find it."

Everyone nods at Liddy's suggestion.

Leaving Dan and Sharon on alert, if there were survivors, they would inspect the house with a combination of me, Mel, Liddy and Beatrice so that healing magic could be used immediately.

I look around at a few houses, but every entrance to the house was open or broken, and there was no sign of people inside.

And the tragedy didn't change in the house either.

A mother stabbed to death together while sheltering my child.

A 10-year-old girl who was being dragged out from under a hidden table or killed beside a flipped table.

Every house was turned upside down and even stubbornly opened a crate for storage, with no place to hide oneself. Neither Mel nor I thought there were survivors, so we silently checked the house.

We're getting closer to the last house in charge.

Outside the house a large man, like a hunter in a fur vest, had fallen, and beside him a brown-haired woman, supposedly his wife, had been killed. They were both devoured by wild dogs and crows, their clothes were ripped off, their guts were sticking out halfway, and their vain orbits without eyeballs looked up into the sky.

A broken bow had fallen nearby, resisting the oak resolutely, and seemed to have been killed.

Once inside the house, there is a deer-like animal skin on the table that is being treated, and I feel a strong smell of smooth skin, unlike the smell of blood outside.

This house, like all other houses, had all the crates opened and clothes, blankets, etc. scattered.

"What were you looking for?

Mel squeaks like that.

"I don't know, but it doesn't look like it's something. Boxes and shelves that people are unlikely to put in have not been inspected. He was probably checking to see if anyone survived."

(I don't know what the purpose is... were you looking for a specific person, or to kill them all... they are also killing those who are begging for their lives, so maybe the purpose is to kill them all, but why such a small village...)

At that time, I felt a slight noise.

"Mel. Did you hear anything now?

She says "I don't know" and shakes her head "Wearing" small, but immediately tightens her expression and hangs her hand on the sword on her hips.

"Is it an enemy? Better call everyone..."

"No, maybe it's my fault..."

At that time, I heard a slight noise from the back of the house, from under the table, and a cone with floorboards moving.

There are few floorboards in this house, and the floors are earth-like tread solidified soil. There are no wooden planks around the area where the noise was heard. I didn't care until then, but there was a thin cloth laying under the table to see if it was a carpet replacement.

I lurked my voice,

"Looks like someone's here. Mel, stay back."

Without hearing Mel's reply, I pull out my sword and slowly shift the table with it in my left hand. And I took away the cloth that was laid underneath.

Under the cloth was a wooden plate about 1 m wide and 1 and 5 m long, and whether it was underground storage or a string instead of a handle was attached.

"Mel. Get me Liddy and Beatrice. I'll check inside where the two of you came from."

Mel said, "Yes!," he replied, rushing out of the house.

I was watching until Liddy and the others arrived, but besides the tiny noise of things, I could hear him whimpering.

"There's someone here."

Beatrice came into the house saying so in a mild tone. However, there is no alarm in that expression, and I stand ready to use the spear at any time.

Liddy, who was inspecting the house with her, also had a slightly nervous face, "What are you going to do?," he asked.

"Maybe it's not dangerous. I think it's the kid inside...... I'll open it so Beatrice and Mel can move no matter what. Liddy needs help with the bow from the entrance to the house. I think it's excessive, but in this situation, I want to make sure it's complete."

The three of them nodded, making sure they were on each arrangement, and I slowly pulled the crude string handle.

A little murmur called Giggy sounds like a quiet house.

You smell stronger than your circumference. The smell of mesh skin makes you nose. There are many pieces of fur laid under the door and people are invisible.

The fur suddenly lifted.

Everyone there took a breath. Beatrice and Mel on the side squeeze each weapon hard and peek inside. I squeeze my sword, too, and I will not fail to be vigilant.

Hold the ends of the fur and peel them off at once.

At that moment, he said, "Hey!" The child's tall scream echoed.

And I met my destiny.