- Tak-tak-tak-tak-tak!!
A chase is unfolding in the middle of the lush jungle.
Me and Copson ran tenaciously while keeping pace. Whatever it is, if you don't stop the Dryers from chasing you, something damn unpleasant will happen.
- Sissit.
- Sissy.
- Sitsitsitsitsits.
"Those dark bitches!"
"God damn it!"
These dry-clad seefalums have been chasing us with endless laughter.
No, the expression 'chase' is not correct. They are just running moderately, keeping pace with our movements in a state of siege.
- Sissit.
I don't know anything else, but that fucking laugh drove people crazy. The ability of mad painters ( ) to scratch their insides when they only lived in the jungle was unmatched.
"Damn it! Which way do we go!"
Copson, who was running all the time, shouted.
In fact, it will be the same wherever you go.
It's a jungle with the same landscape everywhere.
But there is no way but to run.
I can't stand by and be completely besieged. Abandoning the manoeuvre is the same as abandoning the battle. We had no choice but to run already.
- Sisit.
Dryers have been humiliated by our slowing down, speeding up again, and being openly or openly visible when we go to places with little cover.
Suddenly turning to slash a few, I couldn't do anything other than marathon in a barrel that was running very fast.
Even if they try to cut through and break through with their will because they are too quick.
And... these bastards.
Increasingly.
I think I keep calling my friends from somewhere.
"Argh...!"
Even though he was adjusting the speed enough, Copson's speed is slowing down. I'm still fine, but he's at a slight limit.
"Hey, let's run slower."
"It's fucking hard...!"
- Haah!
I breathe roughly. I slow down gradually to run with him.
"Uh-huh, you bastard, I thought you'd be wrinkled. You neglected gymnastics, yes."
He smiled and showed relaxation. If a pup starts to collapse here, Panic's interactions can really screw him up.
"Holy shit. If I go back alive, I'm going to cut off my fucking gambling and get bored with my training!"
"Yes, to do that, you have to sprout alive. Let's take it slow."
"Phew. Got it. Looks like they're chasing us at our own pace."
- Heel.
Copson looked up his left and right and adjusted his face. I don't know, but the occasional Naughty Woman would give him strength.
The tiresome chase followed indefinitely.
The jungle was endless, and we didn't even know where we were running. I just admired the laughter as I crossed the same landscape.
- Sissith!
- Sissitsitsitsits!
- Sissit!
"..."
I lowered the running speed to the alarm level for a test run, and the driers who responded immediately sounded a loud cry and drastically narrowed the siege.
You bastards... no way.
I've been pressuring you to keep running speed above the right line. I thought we were going to pull out all our stamina.
Terrible.
They're playing by their will.
Aren't these bastards tired?
Were you a bunch of stay-at-home monster bastards? Humanity, the warrant of Bondi, is the pinnacle of endurance, but it was not thought that there would be such power in the poor bodies of these painter bitches.
This is the world, so let's move on.
"Khh..."
I'm tired too. No matter how powerful Kim Kat is, this place is not Jungwon Land, so the power is not infinite... Damn it!
- Caracas!
Copson was already halfway through his sweat. The shiny hair that was glowing in the midst of hardship has now turned into something similar to the golden seaweed.
I immediately patched him up.
"Go first, Barbarian!"
"That's far-fetched bullshit."
Copson, who vomited his breath, suddenly began to stutter with nonsense.
"Hahaha, if we stay like this, we'll both die. I'm from a savage, so I like my health..! Ha, ha.. I wish I was born a barbarian."
"Fuck you, Bear Bread. Don't rob me. Let's just breathe."
"Khh... Who says Bear Vogue!"
After a brief pause, the roaring dryers have been urging me to run again.
- Saa!
- Shaaaaaaah!!!
"Shut up, you fucking bastards."
They were almost naked and beautiful, but they were just monsters who showed their fangs and roared. No matter how much you suck, you're nothing but a monster who has to whisper in secret.
I'm terrified.
I've been avoiding stories of monsters who have seen a man since I was a child. Why would a monster take the shape of a human being? It was done to make people more comfortable. Typically a delusional grandfather.
"We search, we die together, we live together."
A thousand horses never abandon a friend.
"Uh-huh. Thank you. I was wrong to say that barbarians value friendship."
"Where the hell are you picking up all that gossip? Anyway, let's go."
It stopped, so I started the marathon again because the dryer, who was close to a dozen, showed a rush at once.
What the hell is their purpose?
Are you simply aiming for a depletion of health?
Or a lure...?
Unknown.
- Table tennis.
It was then that I fell into a state of infancy and just ran in a rush.
- Hua!
At that moment, I arrived in a large, open space.
It's literally a plain in the middle of the jungle, not a densely packed place with big trees and plants.
"This is...?"
"What about here?"
It's like a space separated from the jungle.
A treetop and jungle. A tree grows like a wall along its boundary.
This place seems to be artificially created... Is there a place like this? The grass on the ground was short enough to grow beneath the calves, and there were all sorts of colorful flowers and mystical vines around it.
It's not a cruel jungle, it's a paradise for something.
"Where's Dryer?"
Dryer, who was chasing us, was also scattered somewhere and disappeared. Of course, their nasty laughter didn't even come from scratching the bushes.
"... are you not coming after me anymore? Let's just take a breath."
"Good."
Ha-ha! Ha! Ha!
We calmed the bursting heart while breathing optically to supply depleted oxygen. and swallowed the water in the barrel while simultaneously chewing the hemp for energy recovery.
The series of processes took approximately five minutes, but the dryers did not appear either.
"Hmm, that's... weird. Of course it's a good thing, but the guys who chased me like that aren't coming after me anymore?"
"Like that? Are you sure you can't come in?"
"It could be a turbulent space for them... I don't think it would be strange to have such a culture, given their intellect."
Turbula.
Such a beautiful landscape.
Dryers, a natural monster, liked it when they liked it, but didn't think they'd like it. Because of the beautiful flowers blooming all over the heavens and earth, it was hard to mistake this place for some nobleman's garden.
In the centre of the garden, covered with mysterious and strange leaf-there was a very thick vine column, about 4 m in size.
A green vine gathers and forms an altar-like shape... something suspicious. A structure in the middle of a garden in a place like this?
I felt kind of ominous.
"Hey, Barbarian. That's..."
"Uh... I'm watching, too."
Should I just splash it like this?
However, I felt that if I left here, the pursuit of Dryder would begin again.
"I don't think it's a good idea to get too close."
"I agree, damn it."
You should never go near anything suspicious like that. Honestly, I want to get out of this reluctant garden right away... but let's see a little compromise.
Me and Copson slowly recovered from the stamina of sitting on the ground, mostly on grass, with no flowers looking dangerous to relax.
"Phew, I think I'll live on vacation... I'm glad it's still daylight. If it were night, there would be no answer."
"Yes. I'll do whatever it takes before nightfall..."
In the worst case, you may have to use the burner and oil that is always in the pouch to set the fire and pierce the runway.
Of course, if that were the case, we would also be extremely dangerous. If this forest fires, the damage will never catch you.
Firing forest fires is the last resort.
Maybe you can blackmail me with this fire.
If the Dryers understand about the fire.
That's why I took a break enjoying a death joke with Copson. Once I said I'd rest for a while, my mind and body were perfectly stable.
What's going to happen to the already fucked up yard?
The Dryers, too, would be unwary if they had a head.
Of course, if we were really drawn, we'd be a vent, too.
"Uh-huh, so I gave them all away."
"Are they that weak?"
"I'm strong, you son of a bitch."
"I thought Mutu would join the guild... but when I heard the story of the Babarians, it just disappeared. Cluckle."
If there had been any liquor here, there would have been a good smell. Copson also went a long way to unravel the sled he had worked on, and he raised his morale by using a dialect that adds lessons to it.
It reminds me of my past experience, and it's a self-buff of confidence. Having said a pleasant story, I also changed my dark thoughts to positive ones.
It was that time.
- Glug.
"Hmm? The sound..."
- Sarak.
In response to the sudden sound, we got up and formed a dustbin against our backs. "What are you talking about?" Wait. "" I look everywhere as I speak.
The identity of the sound was a huge vine right in the middle of the garden.
The large leaves that surrounded the vine began to open slowly and sounded.
"The leaves... move alone?"
"Bavarian. Won't you run away first? I'm so anxious."
Thinking about whether or not to turn, the leaf opens completely and reveals a secret inside. Altar. For the first time, it was an altar of something.
- Sarah.
Inside, something that looks like a human walks out.
"Uh-huh?"
"... beauty?"
Slowly from the inside of it. Stretching out a long leg, stepping down the steps of a born vine... it was a beauty, as Copson said.
Dried?
... No.
First of all, the skin color was not green, it was the same as human skin color... Are you a person? Maybe a witch in the woods?
The red hair, which seemed to have melted the roses, was long and gorgeous enough to attract them to the ground, and the rich breasts of Winia were not far from it, but they were all revealed except the nipples because of poor vegetable clothing.
- Tall.
I think it's about 180 centimetres bigger than I am. It was an accessory that looked close to two medals, even though it was a bit small... It finally stepped on the floor of the garden.
- Glug.
Then the flowers bloom on the ground.
Are you a deer god?
-...?
As she walked slowly, she found us and stopped walking.
Claudie wasn't crazy, but she was a deadly beauty.
It felt colourful, with long boots in green and long gloves, probably made of plants.
And the lower half is clearly revealed.
The nipples are covered in... no panties? Long boots and long gloves in there? I wasn't 100% human with a manic look.
"... the Barbarians. There's a story floating in the harbor. Will you listen to it?"
As if drunk, Copson looked at him. I was going to smash my back because I wanted to see this son of a bitch again, but I decided not to do it because I haven't smelled the flowers yet.
"Is that important?"
"Fuck, there's no more important story in the world than this."
- Less.
No, I'm not.
He was trembling.
I was not seduced, I was frightened.
"Somewhere in the deep forest... there is a monster called the Queen of Flowers."
"..."
"The monster takes the shape of a beautiful woman with a deadly beauty that doesn't seem to belong to this world. To briefly describe it, he said that he had a long and tall head... with a body that would captivate a man's mind."
It's a cheap bard or a cheap story to tell.
"Her name is Alraune."
"Al... Raouane?"
"I think--"
It was time for Copson to add an explanation.
- Human children.
- Come closer.
I heard a warm voice like the spring wind.
It was Alane's voice.