Dungeon+Harem+Master

The anger of the Ethereal Dragon finally manifested itself. The legendary monster, once long barked, forced his folded wings to spread left and right.

Until then, it is a natural and powerless movement, as if it were deliberately disguised as helpless.

To do this, the soldiers who were roping also stepped on, rolling to the bottom of the valley without any corn or deflection, so that the little one could be blown away by a fierce wind. Only a few straggling crowds are stomping their souls from their muscles to avoid letting the fished fish escape.

This is the second tragedy. Blue Dragon Zumei sparkled the freezing fluctuations from his entire body as he shined his blue, clear eyes.

The soldiers, who had taken to the rope they had been spraying, were, by the way, struck by the cold air that had passed on and cut off cold without time to blink, as they were sprayed with liquid nitrogen.

In this attack, most of the hundreds of people who were turning behind became dressed to be stopped from moving.

Blue Dragon shuddered one after suddenly pulling a thousand strands of his frozen and brittle body, then advanced in a blunt motion.

Soon, the guard was destroyed and just distracted, the footsteps of the soldiers were disrupted.

As Fristford whipped into his chestnut hair, he pushed out to the front, withered his voice and ordered an assault.

- Is he laughing?

Blue dragon eyes. I look down on this one, as I despise it.

The collector almost flew out reflexively, sweating tightly on his forehead.

Sensen, kick the muddy snow-mixed soil all the way along and proceed. Behind it, Pordina, Dorothea, Karen, Liza and Loulou follow all the delays.

As for the ants swarming with lumps of sugar, the black soldiers are swinging their weapons at Zumei's feet. I grinned, but the blue dragon's aftermath opened.

"Get down."

I don't know who screamed. The collector, trying to press his body, held Pordina and Dorothea beside him, causing his body to bury into the snow.

It unleashed a brace of tremendous power that took the treasurer in one breath.

A storm of freezing cold air ravaged the area to the core of the body.

In an instant, my eyelashes froze and my thick fur hat turned bright white.

After the storm had passed, he looked up, and there were soldiers, who had become chunks of snow, scattered, like fallen featherworms.

"Are you okay, whoa. Hold on tight."

The collector woke up with the man by his side and strained his cheek. The man does not respond while still stretching like a moist, dripping palm. When I checked the wrist muscles, there was a pulse, and it seemed barely alive.

(Weak attack......?

The power of the braces received by the collector probably wasn't like this. I saw Dorothea pulling her sword out of her waist striking with a sudden momentum as she dared to carry out her intentions of attacking with moderation.

"Wrinkles are hard to think about! Whatever that means, it's not too late to think about it after you beat that dragon!!

Dorothea leaped sharply when she set up an ascaron. My leg injury is almost healed.

Rather, with plenty of rest, sharpness was a loving move that seemed to be growing more than before. Dorothea, who jumped up and looked defenseless, was blown a brace of cold air from the blue dragon.

"Flameball!"

Dorothea unleashed the magic of the fire attribute with her left hand in heaven.

A fireball the size of a hug flew straight out of its tail. Cold air and fireballs reacted by bumping into each other in the void, exploding violently. A whirlpool of white steam surrounds the area making noise. As we lost sight and watched Dorothea's vanishing direction, the kid and the hard metal sound struck.

"Meanwhile, what a hardness. Is this the dragon?!?

Taking, and gently descending to the ground, Dorothea backstepped sharply as she shook the ascaron in her hand to send a dragon blow. Blue dragon urchin. They're not such a nasty substitute to smash it so cheaply.

I saw a glimmer of wind rushing fast as the fog of white steam stood.

Pordina.

She goes straight to the dragon as she flushes her giant warhammer backwards.

"Ohhhhh!!

An anger reminiscent of the roar of a wolf rose from the mouth of a girl in maid clothes all cracked.

A giant hammer cracks open the atmosphere and rolls out.

The blunt sound of a big bell, oops, rang. Pordina slammed an extra-large blow into the side of the Blue Dragon. Slightly, the blue dragon's upper body braced to the right.

"Earth Dragon Tooth (Earth Javelin)!!"

"Wind King Bullet Streak (Windbret)!!"

Liza and Karen continued to unleash the magic of local and wind attributes.

Drawing the snow, a sharp, pointed rock spear pokes up the belly of a blue dragon. Later, a mass of air was ejected sharply, slamming the front of Zumei like a mighty shell all the time wondering if this was still the case.

"If so, silly"

A soldier standing next to him rattled the sword tuba, making a frightened voice.

The snow smoke disappears and the outline of the blue dragon is revealed in front of me again. There stood a monster without a scratch and without a trace.

(See you later. Again, those eyes)

The zodiac laid back gently on the other side of the white smoke and swallowed his spit and shook his dry throat, capturing in his own eyes a standing of ancient warlike dragons overlooking the battlefield.

From that dragon, I felt a deep intelligence that had not once been found in Vritra, the evil dragon king who fought. Once this monster made the abyss of death good, but somehow remained confronted again, the Zao never remembered deep hatred in his chest. Definitely a strong enemy. It cannot be taken lightly. At the same time, it was certain that he could not afford to look at the desk and lay it loosely on the upper level.

A collector, in time, while cruising for just a few seconds, released the magic of earthly attributes to the Blue Dragon while Liza, who had refrained from doing so in the rear, rhythmically carved the steps. Muddy (Black Bog), a primary magic trick that transforms a specified point into a sea of mud. As the foot of the blue dragon wandered, it dissolved in black mud. The collector was severely scratched inside his chest as the giant was tilting diagonally, but the fine dust also showed no agitation. I could quickly see Dorothea distant in the backstep from the circle-shaped muddy soil.

"Flame! Collect!!

Dorothea started the magic chant when she put Ascaron over her head.

The famous sword conceded from the warrior Icarus boasts a tremendous strength. Dorothea is a Magic Swordsman who aggregates the mana of the atmosphere into a sword and doubles its power to release it. To this, the just blue dragon also moaned, opening the huge aftermath and radiating the braces of cold air violently. Once put into the chant, slight physical stiffness is inevitable. Dorothea's expression caught my eye.

"Wind King's Spear (Aerojavelin)!"

It was Karen's sorcery that saved her life. A large spear made up of wind immediately offset the vortex of cold air that tried to swallow Dorothea. A constant amount of wind from the language continues to release from Karen's fingertips.

"Hurry up. Yikes! No more, no more!

I lose my temper as Karen looks at her complexion. Liza poked one knee as she continued to form a sea of mud. Elves are superior to other races in their magical aptitude, but at a life-threatening level if they consume so much magic in such a short amount of time.

"You kept me waiting. That's settled! Magic Sword - Flame King Kill (Flame Solidas)!!"

When Dorothea shouted with an awesome shape as the god shouted, he slammed the bright white Ascaron down obliquely from the upper section with the heat of the flame.

Momentary, the surrounding snow did not remain and turned into steam. The sea of mud solidifies and crushes and flies. The illusion of space breaking diagonally. A torn world is glued together again. Dorothea's slaughter rose as a heat wave and ran diagonally down the giant of Blue Dragons May.

Everybody beat Zumei. Yes, I'm sure. That's about it, Dorothea's blow was a beautifully completed attack.

But the reality was different.

Along with the white smoke, the revealing blue dragon leaves a thin white line, from neck to chest, with no loose dust.

The collector was blind to her aggressiveness that some damage would have been inflicted, even if he could not defeat it. The collector cannot use magic, nor can he imitate a sword judgment that has entered the hall with as minor a movement as Dorothea. In particular, the power of the Magic Sword, which was mounted with the magic of a highly penetrating fire attribute, was a proven certainty of a single blow to a warcraft named Cerberus.

Stop your feet with Liza's earthly sorcery, prevent ice braces with Karen's wind sorcery, and shoot Zumei with Dorothea's heat. (iii) The flowing combination of the elves was a completed collaboration that seemed to have taken place in a meeting.

In the eyes of the treasurer, I could see Dorothea's hindsight standing on a bar. I can't help it. The degree of amazement was sufficient to inhibit her reflex nerves and cement her movements.

I saw the blue dragon jump up. White sunlight lit up the blue, still urchin, sharply burning his sight. A thick, huge tail is struck down from the top toward Dorothea. Behind her brain, the image of her being crushed and the snowfields dyed bright red is vividly reflected.

Rushed.

The world, the time, every event, the moment, stopped.

Senses disappear from the body.

Um, during the critical, the power to come from nowhere abounded.

Kicking the ground, the Caveman did not even have a broken scaffold, but advanced to slip through the universe.

The crest of the chest glows. I held Dorothea in my arms as I flew forward, making sure my muscles moved to their limits.

It's a comma zero second difference.

I heard a swung tail blow deeply deciding the ground.

As he rolled, he pulled out the holy sword "Black Lion”.

Get up on your knees holding Dorothea with your left arm.

"Ah-ah?

I didn't understand the sight I saw. Indeed, until now, there should have been a giant dragon in the space in front of us.

But the footage that jumped through the retina was conveying to the brain, taking as fact that it was not the dragon that was there, it was just a human being.

Age would be about the early twenties. She was a white-skinned woman, idle. He wears something like a perfect, clear blue dress for his body. The collar of his chest was deep and the upper half of his plenty of breast blinded his eyes. My hair and eyes are as blue as the sky. It was as if it did not feel the raw odor of man and was highly inorganic as seeing a finished kind of craft.

"So, who is it? You are."

A collector spoke on behalf of all men on the spot.

Dorothea also keeps her mouth open with Pocan in such a way that she doesn't understand what happened in front of her. The collector attempted a sharp analysis by spinning his head in an attempt to capture the contours of things, unusual as this man. It is a simple addition or subtraction.

The blue dragon disappeared. The woman in front of me is the only one left.

"No, it's not. You must be Blue Dragon's May."

The woman with the beauty of her head slightly loosened her cheeks like white magnet and grinned with a tingle.

"Unlike other people, it's a step, it's a satire."

It is a moist ancient harp sounding voice. Dorothea recovered as soon as possible from the upset, glaring, said.

"I've heard of the handover of Toyoshi. The long-lived dragon breed is rich in robust reason and deep intelligence, manipulating every word and often using ancient magic that can only be used by dragons."

"Elf woman. Exactly. I'm Zumei. A descendant of a clan that has long inhabited this continent."

Zumei cut the words along the way. He kicked the dry mud from behind, and Pordina struck the hammer hard with one hand.

Warhammer, made of super metal called apoitacara, approached the back of Zumei's head with an unusual wind-cut noise.

I would have erased the signs for this moment.

It is a brilliant, if I may say so, blow to the synagogue.

- But.

"Hmm. Although it is a blockade of wonderful signs inside. I don't care, it's too dull."

"Nah -!?"

Without looking back, Zumei stopped the attack with one finger when he put his right hand behind him. I saw Pordina's ears stand upside down with fear. Zumei's body slowly, left and right loose as the collector rode forward.

Kiyun, and the screaming of a puppy screaming away in an instant. Pordina's body ran into a void and flew far rearward. It looked faint. Zumei punched Pordina in the stomach with his right arm.

The fierce treasurer, momentarily, lost his reason. Running over like a bullet, he tried to wave his long sword down head-on, stopping.

Zumei's right hand.

It is stretched out toward itself. I couldn't help but feel the pressure of a difference.

"I didn't kill him. Behold."

Turning his gaze to Zumei's voice, he saw Pordina rise in the distance.

"Nor is your Lord such a foolish man that you do not know the difference in power. Brave Klund."

"Then why?"

"I tried my powers. I wanted to figure out if I was a man enough for this level of discussion with me. Besides, it looks like my brother's been taken care of."

"Oh, my God."

"It's about Vritra."

It reminded me of a nightmarish battle with the evil dragon king Vritra and my spine froze. Without a doubt, Zumei in front of you is superior to that red dragon.

As the collector was stuck in words, Zumei put his arms together to sarcastically distract his thin lips. The reddish mouth like reddish is even seductive. Meanwhile, her shaped breasts are strangely distended with her arms. The collector reacted carelessly, with a spinal reflex, to that white round mound and coughed.

"I didn't expect that to happen in this situation. Exactly. That's a fantastic thing to be talking about."

"Tell Blue Dragon's May."

Fristford, who was in command at a remote location, rushed over blaming the chestnut hair.

Ringing a black armor, as he descended the horse, he sounded all the copper tongues he had worked out on the battlefield.

"I am First Army Marshal Fristford Robanov, who made me Knights of the Kingdom of Etria. Zumei, for whatever reason, I would like to ask you whether you will slaughter our army."

"O knight of the kingdom. I'm talking to this man right now. If you're going to put in an unwanted outlet, get it to fit your sore eyes a little"

"Then grab a knife, even if it's hard to"

"That's outrageous and stupid. I pitied you and saved your lives. I don't like wasted life. Behold, the soldiers of the king's army, if they give him an allowance now, are of such a shallow wound as to be helpful. Why can't we understand the dragon clan, even if the human race does everything in its power? I slaughtered you so much that I didn't want to. Don't make me do it any more. My chest hurts. Disappear. This is the only place to talk."

"I say push. I too came to the feast with great destiny from the king. If you don't at least ask why you kept us away from the world tree, you can't go back to life."

"He's a stubborn man. In such a killer landscape, we can't even talk calmly and slowly. All right, let's move the place."

Zumei immediately used a gap in the dimension as he twirled his index finger in space.

(Is this the same ability as Marika...)

Once, Marika, a high elf fought together by a collector, allowed for a leap in space by creating a rift in the dimension. Similar to that, in front of him, there was a rift in space to the extent that a person could pass. Zumei, by the way, walks and hands on the rift.

"Wait a minute! It was a trap ahead, how nasty!?

"You can be careful, but you don't have a choice. One thing, you listen to me and you're good at everything. Two, they cut off my patience without listening to me and kill me as a result. Which one do you want?

"It's Klund. Regrettably, Zumei is more powerful than the straw. I don't think there's any harm in listening here. Unlike the King's army, there is no reason why the scufflers should have to kill each other. You just have to get the branches of the world tree. Find a compromise."

"Oh, yeah."

Trying to follow Zumei, the women, including Dorothea, come by straw.

"Wait. Don't let the femininity talk you out of it. You guys, go away."

Shh, and Zumei stabbed the nail.

"Whatever."

"Tyranny. - Tyranny. You're a woman, too."

"Yes, it is. Give him more. By and large, who do you think I am? I didn't know. Then you won't let me. I'm the owner of a generous heart, so if you want to apologize honestly, I can't forgive you."

The three elves have not shut up about this either. Wow, then, like a hive, it just happened to be a fuss. In a metal booming storm, on Zumei's temples, a picky blue muscle floated.

(Ah, assholes or these guys. Hey, why are you suddenly on track? You're kidding me for spoiling too much? Meh, Karen, meh. Liza, meh. Oh, and whoa)

When the collector pinched Karen and Liza on both sides, no, he just threw them away.

"Ugh."

"I want to be here."

"Pordina, please finish the rest"

When this submissive slave nodded silently just knowing that he had accepted, he rode with his legs open to the two depressed hips. Muggle, I heard a strange voice, but I don't have time to care. Loulou, crouched behind his back, is diligently paying off the dust on the collector's coat. One, Dorothea, left behind, is turning her eyes bright red with a worried face. I was watching by your side, Marc advanced.

"Don't worry, Mr. Dorothea. I'll take care of him. Hey, it's Blue Dragon's May. I wouldn't be complaining if I were a man."

"There it is..."

"Do you understand? Depending on how things go, you can't go back out there alive."

"Marc."

"What, Klando. I mean, it's okay. I haven't been very active so far. Besides, I want to burn the dragon's souvenir in my eyes."

"You're a crazy one."

"Come on, follow me. I don't like to be out cold."

Blue Dragon's Mae throws up a pretty uncomfortable word and knocks through the door of the dimension.

It is an unmistakable step. Naturally, it is natural to follow. There's no such thing as alarm, I'm showing my back. I had eyes with the women dropping me off in line. He is anointing his eyes with anxiety, like a puppy with no place to go, stirring in a sudden rain.

- Not at all. In the first place, if you say no, you must die.

No wonder you lose. Now, Zumei and our own power are isolated. I feel like it's just a little early to put me up and make my life crude.

The men, silently speaking, were prepared.

Zumei's figure is sucked into the narrow space of the dimension.

The collector, Fristford, and Marc followed, and disappeared.

The destination was a quiet space.

White bedrock is embedded regularly on the ground, drawing a kind of geometric pattern. In the distance, the beautiful ancient castle, also assembled in white stone, was visible to the eyes. Strangely enough, I can't hear every sound. The surrounding area was a clear blue colour, and we felt ourselves standing up to a board floating in the sky.

There is a small Shi 'a (Azumaya) in a large space. Marc is cracking his nose. The smell of rich tea began to drift.

Seeing, Zumei, standing in front of the white table, greets the lady and has a classy hand in supporting the tea party.

With no one, walked out, and the natural host decided. Until recently, he said that he had repeatedly fought death, but as the intention to kill had been washed, he was feeling refreshed.

"What's up? If it gets cold, the scent will fade because of it."

Fristford revealed his vigilance and stared at Zumei with nervous eyes.

(This guy won't be poisoned. If you're going to kill us, we're going to have a twist anyway)

The collector included the contents in his mouth when he quickly held the cup in a comma zero second.

"Oh, come on."

Marc rounded his eyes and raised the colour of blame on his face for his unwary behavior.

The tea was mellow and bodily. Zumei faintly loosens her cheeks when she sees that the collector is purely happy. He continued, taking the baked sweets from the basin of blue magnetism by hand and throwing them into his mouth. Hearing a burst of noise, Zumei pays his own hair satisfactorily in his ear.

"Don't worry. As you can see, it's not poisoned or anything. So relieve yourself and taste it. How dare you, little men, compared to Klund?"

"Mmm."

"Hey, what? Nothing, I'm not freaking out. I hope you're careful."

"It would be the same. What, never mind. Humans are fragile and fragile creatures. Either that or the guy's too wild."

The cautious, reputedly the loser soul caught fire, Fristford takes the cup, stirring the contents in a breath, then goes on to pack the confectionery in his cheek bag, chewing it off with momentum.

"Even I...!

If Marc continued, the scene presented a breakfast tournament.

"I told him to taste it. A man is a very difficult creature."

"Well, you didn't call me here to talk tea and drink"

"Hmm."

Fristford and Marc stop hands.

"By the way, Zumei, that's fine. You said something strange earlier. I don't know what my brother's going to do, like this. In the first place, how do you know me?"

"There won't be any inconvenience. That's my brother, about the man who killed it (...) Look it up and know"

"I can't grasp the story. Klund, are you friends with Zumei's cousin?

"Old knowledge is also old knowledge. This Klund is the only man who killed my brother, Red Dragon Vritra."

"Give me the Red Dragon."

"I shot him, because...!?

Two men took their seats and colored themselves.

"Vritra is that legendary red dragon, known to that evil dragon king?

"That's what he said!? You're lying!!

Apparently, the notoriety of the Red Dragon was more famous to the nations than the collectors thought. If you look at the pattern of Zumei earlier, it will be impossible to imagine that you could kill him personally.

(But Zumei in front of me is probably much, much stronger than that Vritra!!

In terms of madness, the once fought red dragon was higher, but Zumei's fighting power made him feel thick and well-crafted, incomparable with it.

In the first place, if you move away and use the brace, it's hardness that can barely do damage from this side.

Zumei, with a clear face, rinses the contents of the cup he draws to hand.

If you try this, you only look like an elegant lady who has nothing to do with being armed.

Now, her arms and hips were sneaky, brittle with only her hands, something that was about to break.

"Revenge?

The first point I came up with was that. If they argued with my brother, it would be natural to resent him.

Now, if it was one of those procedures that mercilessly butchered myself that brought me to this strange place, I can only assume that I made a completely inadvertent choice.

- I'm a big fool to tell future generations. Not at all.

"I have a sister and two brothers."

"Oi, suddenly we talked."

"Shut the fuck up."

Immediately the marc mixes back and the fristfoll scratches in. These guys are pretty breathtaking to you on the enemy side. Zumei kept her eyes closed and wrinkled between her eyebrows. The collector coughed lightly and encouraged him to talk. It's called adult manners.

"My sister White Dragon Yulan, my older brother Black Dragon Yorum, and my younger brother Red Dragon Vritra, whom Klund discussed. We lived in this Dragon Emperor's Palace for a long time. It was long before humans flourished like this on earth."

"Mm, on the ground?

"Didn't you notice? Here, on the sky."

"Yeah?"

"Are you serious!?

Fristford quickly rushed out on the spot. The collector and Marc also follow after him late. We came all the way to the big sprawling gardens and finally realized where we were. And the earth stretcheth forth beneath the white clouds. I see a blue and white sea to the south of the continent. Exactly, this place is on the clouds. It was an ancient castle of the Dragon clan that was far from the sky.

"... you're stuck"

When the collector snapped, Marc broke his knee and sat down with Petan. The petty, fristfol also has a fine sweat on his forehead and can't hide his agitation.

I don't know what the principle is, but the earth with its ancient castle is drifting through the sky free from the gravity of the earth.

"Why is this floating?"

"I don't. Don't ask me..."

Zumei approached loosely with a satisfied look from Shi 'a (Azumaya).

Apparently, this lady may have a more brown personality than she looks.

"Well, that's about as surprising as it sounds, shall we continue the conversation?" O brave warriors of the human race. "