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I admire the dragon-like just regenerative power...... I waved a battle axe that I couldn't even just admire and put a blow in my belly that I just regenerated,

"Klaus, the dogs, please!

And, raise your voice and then wave the battle axe up again.

The dogs disconnected from the soli were asking for an opportunity to bite the dragon with a threatening bark around the flame dragon...... considering this regenerative power, biting it would be ineffective.

In a suspicious place where he might bite safely to see the dragon rampage... one of those words that he thought would get Klaus to lead before they took action, though briefly, safely passed on to Klaus... Klaus rushes out to call out the names of the dogs and once he leaves the dragon's side.

Narbant and Sanat, who were plunged by the dragon and were about to make another assault, also went away in a way that followed whether there was anything to think of… where I was alone, relative to the dragon, one arrow after another, unleashed from somewhere.

They aimed at the back, wings and tails of the dragon to keep it from hitting me. Although most of those arrows have been played, some of them seem to pierce the body of the dragon securely...... there are often screaming voices with mixed emotions of anger from the mouth of the dragon.

That's how the dragon keeps waving his battle axe. After glancing at me, he makes his gaze around him... trying to find the ghosts lurking in cover-up magic somehow, but I guess I can't find them, my big eyes keep moving busily.

Gahhhhhh!!

Why can't I find it, the dragon scattered a roar all around me full of frustrating and angry emotions... he comes back to look at me and waves his wings at me to leave it to me to say not to hit me eight times, and he tries to beat me off.

Should I avoid it or should I take it...... only a few moments bothered me, waving the battle axe at all costs to cut off the impending wings with tremendous momentum.

Then the dragon waves its wings to beat me over and over again, and I intercept with a battle axe whenever my wings are swayed... that's how I respond to all the dragon attacks that will be unleashed, whether on my jaw or on my legs... and while I do that, I look at the gap and I beat the battle axe into my belly if it's not prevented only from being thrown out of flames.

Stand back on your big crotch on the ground where the dragon has been torn apart, and keep waving the battle axe with all your strength as long as you hold your breath... and whilst you do so, you won't stop talking about the wounds engraved on the body of the dragon that will heal.

It should hurt, even though it's good for regeneration, blood and strength shouldn't be infinite.

One day I will continue to wave my battle axe, believing that my regeneration should also be falling... but my regeneration will not... while doing so, I will be closer to the limit first and my chest will complain with pain that it is time to breathe.

If I breathe now, I will really slow down the attack. It weakens the ability to get in.

What's the matter...... and waving the battle axe while withstanding the pain, you felt my movement dull, the dragon waving its wings with more momentum than ever.

Take that. I manage to cut off the right wing, but I can't make it to the left wing... trying to avoid it in the form of rolling the ground with no choice.

That's how I managed to dodge the looming wings, exhaling the breath I was already hoarding that it was the limit, breathing fresh air all over my chest... in the irresistible position of having my knees poked on the ground, creating a huge gap that I couldn't help.

It takes quite a while to get up, to wave the battle axe, to roll again... a sharp voice echoes from the left and right of the dragon as he prepares to apparently have to take the next attack.

"How ugly of a dragon that fell to the ground!

"Here I am! Lizard!!

Arner from the right, Zorg's voice sounded from the left and two arrows flew in... the eyes of the dragon that played with those arrows on a scale moved slightly, his right eye looked to the right, and his left eye looked to the left... I guess I'm extra happy that they found their prey that way, their spine-covered cheeks twist and distort as if they were smiling.

Seeing that, I assume Arner and Zorg have dared to show themselves to the dragon for me... hurry up and jump back wide to get a distance once.

Then breathe, rebuild the battle axe... look at the dragon.

Still the dragon seems worried about that, looking left and right with a grin, striking from the right prey or from the left prey... as if to blame that gap, two wind-cut sounds coming from behind me, two arrows piercing both eyes of the dragon at about the same time.

Gahhhhhhh!?

A tremendous scream opens its big mouth... and countless wind-cut sounds are emitted from behind me one after another.

Whenever they were moving behind me, the arrows unleashed by the ghosts jump through the dragon's mouth, piercing one after the other there unprotected by scales and crusts.

As the dragon gets bored with its pain, two more arrows fly in the form of piercing through its wings from behind the dragon... and they stick a ston at my feet.

Not for any particular reason, but somehow I assumed that was the arrow unleashed by Senai and Aihan... I laughed small and regained my temper that Senai and Aihan would not take a good place as they were... and try to rush toward the dragon to launch another attack.

- And that's when there's a loud, fat sound coming from somewhere.

"You did the same thing earlier. Ooh!!

"You can still eat this!!

That was the voice of Narbant and Sanat.

If you look at the voices, there is a Maire Wagon slipping on the snow... it seems that Narbant and Sanat are on board, and Klaus and the dogs are pulling and pushing as hard as they can.

I didn't know we had until the third one... and as I was surprised, the rope connecting the dogs to the wagon was cut off... and the wagon hits the flank of the dragon with that momentum.

Whether it was poorly made or the momentum was tremendous, the shock smashes the wagon, and Narbant and Sanat pop out of it and hit the dragon as it was... even Klaus, who was pushing the wagon further, hits the dragon.

Seeing the direct hit of the wagon and the unbalanced dragon collapse beside it after three relentless attacks... I rush out like right away.

Now I can turn down the dragon's neck, if I turn down the neck, there shouldn't be any regeneration or anything.

Rushing out, taking the battle axe on your shoulders, with all your strength, swinging it as it moves, you're aiming at your neck... and a flame is thrown out of the mouth of a dragon that stays down and down on the ground.

The flames that were spit out with no aim or anything were scattered all around me with great momentum... and I ran away without a problem.

Some burns are ready, and I push on to see if I can miss this good opportunity... and that's how I slap the Battle Axe blade on the neck of a dragon in flames.

I couldn't say no at once.

Then beat him twice and three times, aim for the same spot and beat him again and again... a tremendous scream from his neck... breaking the Flame Dragon's neck in a crisp and definitive response as the Terminator and tremendous fever are emitted.

The neck rolled around doesn't move with an awesome look on its face, and although the body is also slightly cramped, it doesn't show any further movement.

I could win...... and as I exhaled, Narbant and Sanat, who stood on the fallen dragon, thrust towards me for why...... they held me up and ran out, distancing themselves from the dragon and the flames that dull around them...... stick me in the snow.

That's how the two of you gather the snow around you and judge me on my legs.

After that, I finally realized that the Narbants were doing that for me... for my legs, which were burning with dragon flames, and I hurried up my torso to check my condition.

No fever, no pain.

I'll get rid of the snow on my legs and the worn fur and check the condition of my legs... but there doesn't seem to be any abnormalities.

"... man. Totally.

It would have been nice to have left the water stained in the fur and rolled it in the mud soaked with melted snow, but it would have blocked the heat somewhat.

… if this is the case, you will not be seriously ill "

In the wake of that word I am about to be relieved... but the last word catches on and leans my neck.

Then Narbant laughs niggardly and continues his words as he strokes his beard.

"It looks beautiful beside me, but it feels like this skin... because I have a good burn.

It's going to swell later, and it's going to hurt a lot... but I can do the dragon with this kind of burn, so accept it because I think it's cheap. "

In the wake of those words, I feel... twitchy and painful.

I drooped out a big sigh, and I... well, I accepted that pain, and I said to everyone running toward me, "I'm safe!" He waved as he raised his voice.