Easwind, the great power that marks the time of 733.
How much misery has struck this country since its founding? The people who pioneered the land and lived hard, I wonder how much hardship, in one way or another, has gone through.
The history books housed in the Royal Library teach us the steps of turbulence. War, famine, depletion of magic vegetables. In the 'breeding season' on a record scale, the emergence of a mighty demon. More gloomy incidents than glorious glory stood out in the history of Easwind, which is still to be carved out.
Still, people kept walking because that was their country.
Born in one country, love this, die here. Sage said it was a good nation that the people seemed to be. Many realized that if it was hard, painful, and wanted to throw out, but at the end of the day passed away peacefully, that would be fine.
Leaving is our beloved land, our motherland to protect. Even if disaster strikes, it never changes. Everyone thought that the hometown (Sioux) named Easwind had been and would continue to be.
But...
"Shit..."
It was one young adventurer who first noticed the anomaly.
Known by the alias of the red-haired alty, the neck hunting alty, she tongued in the midst of a level increase, directed at an obvious killer.
"If you want to fight and sell, you can't hide."
Earlier, he threw down the neck of the great ghost (Auga) he had just hunted, and Alti sharply scolded the giant trees in the woods. The vapors rising from the brown skin shake, and ruby-like eyes carry swordswallowing light.
Level 155 Light Striker. No one tries to challenge her with a wind thunderstorm or a blow. If she is, an unreasonable beast, or a fierce one, who surpasses her...
"G, ooh......"
"... you scumbag"
What emerged from behind the deep woods, beyond the giant trees, was a monolithic black orga.
"Oooooo......!
The power to crush the trunk of a giant tree with his hands and leave a deep scar. The cloudy eyes and the loose-grown fangs. The name of the demon who shows up in a quiet move and turns to Alti to kill is Fawlin Auga. It is the end of those who plotted cheap leveling and got their hands on the magic buildup.
The expression of Alti's contempt does not stop either. The pitch-black devil who tries to outrun people and ends up being a demon, avenging the world, was the most abominable being in the world.
"I don't know where I am... but don't think I'll make it home alive."
Put up a knife and see the devil, Alty.
A supple body reminiscent of a leopard seems to be nothing but a treat for the devil. Alty immediately tried to cut off the ugly demon that had begun to drool.
"[Neck hunting]......!
Alty, who kicked the earth, ran into a breeze. The devil is delayed for a moment and waves up his arms. But I can't make it. His movements are too dull in front of the Light Striker -.
"I got it!
A thick, thick devil's neck, Alti's knife cleaves it with a 'sleigh'.
- That moment.
"Huh!?
A rock that flew in with a sound played Alti's knife and plunged it into the ground. The fist of the demon, which is then waved down, made a great hole in the ground, winding up the dust and dead leaves.
Avoid them all in skillful steps, Alti leaps big and grabs the branches of the tree. Looking around without alarm, she pulled up her body...
(Three... No, five!
The Light Striker combines the lightness and ability of the scouts while being a warrior. In Alty's eyes, which activated that exploratory skill [Scan View], there was a clear picture of an imminent threat.
"Ohhhhhhhh!
"Gaaaaaaaaaa!!
Fallyn Auga approaches from east, west, north and south, including rock-throwing individuals. The demons, approaching as if to lay a siege net, pull out trees, lift rocks, raise their voices and intimidate Alti.
Their level is 160. I could have dealt with it sparingly if it was just the whole thing, but with so many, the danger jumps. Cold sweating at the demons who were rallying in a roar, Alti whistled high and then flew from branch to branch.
"Aaaaaaaaaaaa!!
"Gowwwwwwwwwwwww!!
Fawlin Auga and the others wield trees, throw rocks and try to knock Alti off somehow. Evil ghosts who have lost their reason and enlarged their instincts have no fine dust, such as consideration for their surroundings. The devil chases Alti as he roughs the woods and sometimes hits his side -.
"Damn, it's a hell of a day!
There are dangers attached to raising the level, everyday tea meals such as encountering demonic surprises - but this is somewhere strange. Unique monsters appear so much at once, etc.
(It's breeding season...!
It was impossible for Alty to think so.
"Gaaaaaa!"
"Huh! Shit!
Eventually, Fawlin Auga got used to Alti's quickness, too, and the accuracy of the attack gradually increased. Although there are no direct hits, Alti jumps out loud on the tree, tongue-in-cheek at the trees and stones he jackets. Then the tree on which I had put my leg until earlier is broken and sticks out like a spear immediately.
- That's a good time.
The scum of motion is grabbed and drawn down to the ground one day, before that. Alti also took advantage of the twig and made a huge jump.
"Ooooooo!!
Was it, then, a voice of joy?
A huge, unadjustable jump, not a small carved move. Fatal lag with predictions available and time to target. All this time here, the demons put their strength into their hands and threw what they were gripping at as much as they could. They go by cutting the wind, losing momentum, to fluttering alties -.
"Gi!?
The demons, who did not doubt their own victory, and believed in the success of the hunt, raised their dismay in time.
The prey disappeared in the air - no, no. Someone took me. Something flew from the sidelines grabbed Alti and took him away to the sky!
"My lady! Oh, my God!
"I don't know. I don't know."
Ahead of Fawlin Auga and the others looking up was a winged flying dragon and a man manipulating the reins across it, as well as the figure of Alti.
"Anyway, it's an anomaly. Go home and I'll let my dad know."
"Ugh!"
Leaving the demons staring up at the sky, the Fei Long flew to the northern sky. Fawlin Auga, who boasts high physical abilities, stood on the spot with his pompous mouth open, besides dropping off all this,
'... Ga?
Dosari, the one that made a noise with Dosari and fell. Picking up a number of small barrels without any concern - shortly afterwards they disappeared into the blast flames.
- Thus, the outpost came to an end.
The battle that we fought without realizing it, without being seen by anyone, brought the curtain down secretly.
But this is the beginning. This battle begins with the trial that the woman said.
Soon, everyone will know it in response.
The ominous events so far augured well for the upcoming trials.
Bartoloa is a solid nation.
It has lightly accumulated a history that rivals Easwind. The Baltic, who spread out the poor land, the mountains full of demons, with their enduring hearts, are made of iron, both mind and body.
It's like a working ant or a golem. The Bartoloan's temperament of patience, rationality and efficiency was often not understood by foreigners.
But they are proud. Ancestors who raised the Bartoloan Empire to be a great power. ourselves that are sustaining it and developing steadily. I don't care who else thinks this is the right path - they all (all) believed.
"That's right..."
Three days after the anomaly began. Dorothea appeared in Leechka, which separates Easwind from Bartolore.
"Why are you imitating this?"
Until I saw it with this eye, she couldn't believe it. No way. A soldier in his own country. No way. Whoever leads them will invade Eastwind territory without hesitation, etc.
Exactly outrageous. Dorothea wasn't going to talk politics in a beautiful way, but she's crossed the line no matter what she thinks about this one.
More importantly, such as invading 'a nation where demons are occurring' - the way we put them into weakness creates resentment and leaves a source of evil. Even if we break taboos between nations as a result, Bartolore's credibility will be lost.
Do you intend to inscribe on the state a stigma that lasts a hundred years in order to benefit the immediate future? As he lined up and stared at the legions approaching from the plains, Dorothea chirped his chewed teeth.
"Princess. Definitely. That's the third army in our country."
"You'll see. I can't go wrong..."
"Princess......"
Eleonora, the girl who serves as a sidekick, sees Dorothea with a painful face. The princess, with her tight eyes closed, listened to the rhythm of the military shoes that arrived in the wind, to bite...
"Leonhardt. [Cole] Any response?
"... there isn't. Everyone is closing the line and marching."
"What about the country?
"He said it was unforeseen. Apparently, it's the arbitrary prerogative of the third army. Now the Second Army is moving to stop them."
"That's the only salvation..."
Exhaling like a relieved breath, like a sigh, without either side, Dorothea looked back. There were about ten knights and squires, each refraining from doing so. Dorothea tells coldly as she looks around their faces.
"We don't have time to see how this happened and what the Third Army is thinking. I don't even want to tear them apart the effort to find out what's going on. They have no choice but to be crusaded by the sleigh of a national bandit."
Erasing his pity from his thin blue eyes, Dorothea spoke of a third army far behind him. With an icy cold, I told my men to eliminate my countrymen. But it's not for Easwind, it's for my country -.
"I do not deny war. I do not deny cutting off the territory of another country or crossing blades. But that's not now. This march has no cause, no need, no profit"
Dorothea speaks of war only rationally and efficiently.
- Yes, this is Bartolore. It is an iron country that moves with discipline and norms. The third princess in front of us is the one who best speaks of it!
Knights and squires were believed. I could be sure of what was right and which was the righteousness. They stared at their own master, just waiting for that hand to go down.
"Stop the Third Army. Don't let him step on Eastwind's land."
An estimated 10,000 large armies and a small group of one or dozen. If we hit him properly, he'll kick his ass without even being able to meet.
But they had trump cards. Siegmundt-von Kaufman, a man of steel with the title of mightiest knight, stood with his spear dedicated.
"Kaufman"
"Ha!"
"Not for Easwind, but for our fatherland... go"
"- Yes!"
How will the people of the later world describe this battle?
"Defense Battle of Leechka". Would you point or finger a knight who stood up to 10,000 legions?
But there is no defeat for the mightiest knight. If my lord commands, I will not let a single slice pass to Eastwind.
"Call me."
With a long spear over his height, Kaufman gave him a fierce grin.
"I won't be left alone, I'll slap you back on the sexual roots"
Bartoloan soldiers who have arrived on mountain roads and are imminent to cross. They flocked to Kaufman like ants.
Great Occurrence Demons.
Third Army of the Bartoloan Empire imminent to cross the border.
A woman tells the beginning, and within three days things are fluctuating dramatically.
But it's not over yet. It's just the beginning.
The last trial comes down to his youth -.