Frontier Lord Starts Out With a Population of 0

- - Erie, lord's mansion in Melangal, a city in western Marhati territory.

When the Flame Dragon arrives in Mair Badal territory, the instruction immediately flies from Eldan.

The organization and immediate departure of reinforcements around Camarotts, the establishment of a rapid information transmission network by the pigeon tribes around Guerlant…, etc.

In such a situation, Ellie watches quietly as she manages to forgive the dogs who panic that they need to return to the village of Ill.

(Reinforcements would, well, help with transporting materials and stuff, and I appreciate the information coming in quickly.

... I'm also in a position of being an outsider, and it's not like I'm going out of my way to talk)

And when Ellie, who made such an assessment of Eldan's judgment, spends his time relaxing as everything around him moves around hastily and busily… After a considerable amount of time passes, the first report is delivered from the Pigeon Nation's transmission network.

The transmission network, using the newly established berth there, of the road that mobilizes several pigeon tribes and stretches to Mair Badal territory, seems to convey information in the form of the first pigeon tribe gathering information at the scene, flying at all costs to pass it on to the second, the second to the third, and the third to pass it on to the fourth… Sometimes it is flying, or it seems to be successfully conveying it at considerable speed.

Erdan, who received the first report from the pigeon tribe, who stood in the center of the garden with a rind and stopped over his curved arms, tells and records the details to a civilian with a bunch of paper and a pen who hastily rushed over, and on top of that also tells Ellie the information.

"Apparently, Lord Diaz did not decide to intercept the Flame Dragon alone, but with all his strength.

Of course I can get into things at the Ill Village Exit... I also spoke to Lord Arner's clan...

After a large number of bow cavalry members believed to be from Lord Arner's clan rendezvous, they struck out to the northeast where the Flame Dragon was located in order not to cause damage to the village of Ill.

... Lord Ellie, I hear that Lord Diaz has been relative to the Dragon almost on his own so far... but how did you make the decision to use all your strength only this time?

Because he's a tough opponent, even Lord Diaz, because he's a tough opponent... and that's what this is about?

There's no way Ellie would know the answer to that question.

Knowing that there can't be... Still, if it's Ellie, who's inside, Ellie nodded back at the inquiry expecting to be able to guess the intent of the decision.

"Perhaps, but... your father is trying to mimic the old dragon killer hero Tan.

That story across the Black Divine Horse, spearheaded by the Dragon Killer, led by the Brave Knights to crusade the Red Scale Dragon...... you know Master Eldan too?

Anyone who lives in the kingdom will hear and familiarize themselves with it as a child. The story is a common form of hero, Tan, so royal if badly said, that it is too royal...... naturally Eldan, who knows well, nods back, "Of course it is".

"Your father loves that story... so much that we tell it as a bedtime story over and over again as kids...

… I'm sure that story for your father is a nightly sleep story that your parents have told you so many times "

The Knights, led by that hero, are made up of personalized faces mixed with young and old, and Diaz's childhood heart, who would have admired the way it would have been, accepting who it would have been if it was something aspiring, may be at the root of Diaz today.

I guess that story also influences Diaz's still not treating earth dragons and wind dragons as' dragons'...... and Ellie continues her words with a small smile thinking about it.

"... Well, it's just a thought because it's about your father, but still, your fathers are fine.

If your fathers joined forces, you can't be looking anywhere in the world for someone you can't beat. "

In the wake of that firm, confident-filled word… Eldan, silent for a moment, looks up at the western sky.

"Even if the bow cavalry meets, the number is small, and there is clearly a lack of power to deal with the Flame Dragon.

… except that if it were Lord Diaz, he might crusade even the Flame Dragon in a hell of a way. "

Looking up at the sky, Eldan muttered so eagerly awaiting the arrival of the pigeons, where the anxiety he had until earlier had gone, boiling his mind like a child enjoying the bedtime story about what the next report would not arrive quickly.

- - Flame Dragon while flying through the sky dominated by cold air

(Abominable evil gods, how many times do I have to interrupt our southward march?)

Whimpering internally about such a thing, it was dancing and flying through the sky by winging wings that annoyed me.

The legs have two sharp razor claws, and instead of the arms they grow large wings, and the wingspans grow like pointy razor claws by the time they are vicious.

Covering his entire body with red scales, the scales on his back were more red and black and shaped so sharply that he thought they were horns or thorns than red... there were many horns around his face, eyes with predator-specific sharpness, jaws unusually large, and countless numbers of fangs all growing... there was exactly what he deserved to call a dragon.

It was polluted by Qi and lost its original reason, but sprouted a unique intelligence influenced by Qi. This time it will succeed in southward march, this time it will fill the land with Qi, intentionally sounding the roar of the ground to the surrounding...... continue the words with even more heart.

(What the hell happened to the others in the first place?

Even if he was hit by evil gods, as usual, why can't he return and why can't he report it?

You're telling me they've already been hit by the guys who started to give you width in the border mountains?

... No, dull turtles could do that, but it's strange that those bugs who can fly in the sky don't return.

... Evil Gods, what the hell did you do to me, what the hell are you up to, oh not at all abominable...)

And that's when I whined inside about that - beneath my eyes, as if the snow that was accumulating on the earth ahead had suddenly been kicked by something.

There's nothing there, I just have a white world to stare at, and there's no sign of any creature... but the snow still rises in a straight line, as if something is rushing this way, and that's on a scale that I think is a ground blizzard.

And that snowstorm comes to a good place in front of it... and suddenly it breaks up with two hands, and it... starts drawing lines in a way that pinches the flame dragon that dances and flies through the sky.

"Ahhh!"

Dirty voices that can be heard from somewhere at the same time.

Obviously things are not right, something is definitely happening.

That voice sounded like a beast or something, something completely different from that of the Evil God... but still different, how creepy, confused that the Flame Dragon dancing in the sky is about what the hell is going on and how to deal with it...,

"Thh!!

and his voice plays as if it were a signal or something, and at the same time countless arrows emerge from the ground blizzard, flying straight as he hangs on to the flame dragon and emits a wind-cut sound.

'It's what you licked me!!

The Flame Dragon cries out in their language.

So much so that I thought he was disappearing, until I showed him lurking well in the snow by the time he was busy... what am I going to do with all these twigs?

Flame Dragon mocks that this scale of himself, stronger than anyone else, would have no way to penetrate such a twig... the twigs begin to hit its body, but it is immediately bounced into the scale and falls into the snow with a tall sound.

"Naturally! My scales are on such twigs, etc. - '

Yes, it was then that the Flame Dragon tried to mock something lurking in the snow.

Zakri and the sounds I've never heard before echo through scales and bones, and severe pain runs all over the wings and their roots.

"Ahhh!"

Shortly afterwards, that voice sounds again. That abominable voice seems to be a signal to launch the attack at the same time.

The Flame Dragon adds energy and energy to the bottom of the belly.

I don't know what they did, but I don't know what the hell pierced the bragging scale, but I'm tempered to let them do it any more... while doing so, I spit out the flame with all my might and scatter it all around me.

But still, the signal's voice never stops, and the ground blizzard keeps rising in a way that avoids the flames that have been unleashed.

I guess the second-hand breakup before the attack was to disperse the aim of the Flame Dragon... in fact, the Flame Dragon cannot be firmly targeted and can only spit flames all over it, aptly with no aim or anything.

"Tah!!

That voice again.

With that in mind, the dragon now wields its wings with all the momentum of a thousand cuts, not with the bottom of his belly, but with all the energy and strength in his wings.

That's how we wind, or try to snap off the twigs with the wings themselves… The countless twigs flying from left to right take it and lose momentum, falling to the ground without reaching the body of the dragon.

'Ha ha!

It's a beast move! If you can't hit me by surprise, it's this much!!

I finally laughed, I finally proved my nobility.

With that in mind the dragon keeps laughing...... for some reason from the rear, wind cut sounds coming from behind the dragon, not from the left or right where the snowstorm is rising.

The wind that hastily wields its wings, but caused by it, does not reach behind its back... lethal sounds and pain echo from the very roots of its wings to the entire body of the dragon.

That's how the dragon, which had its wing tendon cut off by the twig, fell to the snow in an unusual way.

- - Diaz peeking into the binoculars.

"The positive movement of the ghost tribes led by Mr. Zorg and the surprise attack from behind by Dear Arner, Senay and Aihan seems to have been a success.

... I knew the cover-up magic was amazing. "

In a confusing form in the snow, Klaus, covered with a white mair cloth, raises his voice as he peeks into the binoculars.

Then the dogs waiting behind them said in a small but powerful voice, "Whoops! I make a chirp and start swinging my tail around.

"I thought if I had wings, it would be like that turtle... faster than I thought, or you're rampaging on the snow.

... Zorg and the others are going to be safe, so it seems to be the best... the boulder is a dragon, not like any other monster. "

Staring across the binoculars... when I groan so much remembering a certain emotion in its power, I sigh out why Klaus is... the Narbant lurking next to Klaus comes up.

"So, if so, it's Ola's turn.

Even though the arrows made of ground dragon material weren't bad, if it was still a dragon exorcism, the destructive power would say things.

of the Maire Mark -, you were right to make it. "

Narbant, who said so in a hard to hear whisper, and Sanat, who lurked further next to him, would someday have something to use, and when he found time, he touched the sole he was making... and began to prepare for an attack to stab the rampage at that dragon.