Hakai no Miko

When the sun says to plug into Jomtien.

Out of the only tent in the place where the bandits were camped came the sleigh of a big man with his head up.

This evil man is the head of these bandits.

The head of one big stretched bandit commands the seen men to bring food. The only thing my men had brought with them in time was salt on the porridge (itching) where the coarsely ground barley was simmered with goat's milk.

When his men grinned with humility at the head of the bandit, who was using the accompanying wooden spoon (tsp), he said to him, bewildered.

"You're in a good mood, head"

Even though it was porridge that didn't even work, there was always a grin on the face of the bandit's head, as my men put it.

"If I'm in a good mood, isn't it convenient?

The head of the bandit, which was clear about the thoughts of his subordinates who wanted to rub sesame seeds and give them to the spill, makes a sinister surface and makes it look amazing. Then his men blued their faces and walked away to escape.

It was the head of a bandit who was laughing at his gutless men with his nose, but soon again there was a nitanita grin on his face.

But that's not impossible either.

This was the first time they had caught an elf, long after they had moved the Negijo around here and started preying on fugitive slaves, who were only assholes targeting travelers' pockets (two places) in the streets.

Even though it's just a small number of elf slaves in the West End. Take him back to his owner, sell him off, he'll make a lot of money, I'm sure.

But more than that, I'm in the mood for the head of a burglar because I've had plenty of indulgence in the elves' bodies over the past few days.

Until now, I have heard that the taste of the Elf woman is superb, but the head of the bandit was satisfied with the rumor that she was in a good condition.

I caught three of them, so it's not a bad idea to sell them off to two people and put one on your license.

That was the head of the robber who thought of it, but I immediately change that thought.

If one of us has a monopoly, it will always cause the objections of our men. If I even let them deal with a dozen of my men, they'll use it quickly. What a shame, but it's better to throw away the whole untrained thing and sell it off.

One of my men rushed over to the head of a bandit thinking that.

"Your head. He just got thrown in."

That being said, what my men offered me was a fist-great stone with a cloth cut tied up. When the head of the bandit takes the stone, he unties the cloth that was bound. Then, as you can see, the cloth had letters written on it.

"Hey, fox. Read this guy!

"Heh, heh! Head."

A man as thin as a fox receives a cloth as he lowers his head to heel.

The man known as the fox was originally a businessman, but he had a background of crushing his body with booze and beating and falling for a burglar. I don't like rough things, but I treasure them when this happens because I can read, write and calculate some.

"Eh... 'Show your people. If I can make sure you're safe, I'll be here tonight."

"Hmm...... He's a superimposed guy."

The head of the bandit laughs. The message to the missed elf was something I had left feeling about making money if you came out as I said. Because there was no tone out until today, which is the deadline, I gave up on abandoning the people who were caught and fleeing, but it seems to have been more of a fellowship than I thought.

"All right, bastards! Tonight, let's welcome plenty of fellow ladies!

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When Aerika, who threw a letter into the camp of the bandits, returned, Xa and the girls were just about to play.

"Foffo Foffo. Warewaleja, Alien Da"

Kisa, surrounded by three girls, put a leather cylinder on her mouth and said something unintelligible, plus the girls were laughing.

"What, that? It's weird."

"Hey, hey. What's a wussy gin?

"Kisa, that's funny."

Erica was surprised at the way the girls, who hated humans so much and were frightened, smiled and squirted at each other.

When did we get to know each other so well?

Sure, Kisa is such a fool to be frightened and dumb that she's harmless to humans and animals. That's all, some things I don't rely on, and this one worries me more about Xa. So, while I was baking and helping, I noticed that I was getting into the depths of this pocket. That's what he is.

Moreover, it is troublesome because I do not dislike it for some reason.

I felt like I heard a grand sneeze from somewhere far away in Erica's ear thinking that it would be a great struggle for anyone close to him with this.

Aerica was smiling and watching Kisa and the girls for a while, but I was kind of getting angry. For that reason, I will deliberately rough up my footsteps and approach you.

"Erica, my sister's back, so let's go!

"Do you want me to come pull out the weed?

"Let's all go!

For some reason, the girls, feeling in danger for Aerika, seemed grumpy, just left Xa and fled. One of the leftovers, I don't know why, but he wrinkles between his eyebrows and sprinkles a cold sweat on Erica.

"... uh, how'd it go?

"I've thrown in the letter properly. - And I've seen the banks of the river that picked you up, but nothing unusual happened."

"Right..."

Besides, Xa leaked a discouraged sigh.

I was expecting people to come searching for me, but I still didn't seem to make it. I've got a plan to get rid of the bandits, but it's still no different than crossing a dangerous bridge. If I could, I wanted to help those who came searching for me.

But I can't help anything that doesn't make it. Xa turned her belly.

"Okay. As planned, let's do it. - So, it's gonna rain at night, right?

Erica lifted her hair and exposed her elf-specific long ears.

"Oh. The air is damp. Maybe the sky's going to snap in the evening."

As Erica put it, a raw, warm wind was about to bring in black clouds from the western sky.

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The head of the bandit, who laid down his back on a pile struck in the middle of the camp, took a bad turn without even trying to hide his grump.

"Damn it! The elf kids, they don't know what to do!

In the pile where the head of the evil bandit lays on his ass, a thick rope is tied, and three elf women are connected to the pile, who said that their breath was constant because they were teasing.

"Did you get scared when you were in the ground?

Already the yang sank across the mountains to the west, and a little further from the camp where the bonfires (calluses) burned, it was covered in plenty of darkness. Besides, if you look up at the sky, more and more clouds will drip and it's going to rain now.

The head of the bandit leaks his tongue when he tells me he's waiting for me. As he ordained which elf woman to hit this frustration with, his men, who had made him stand guard, raised their voice.

"Head! I can see the lights over there!

His men were right, and I saw one lamp from the foot that looked like a pine light, climbing toward this one.

"Fuck you for waiting! This guy needs a little punishment."

When the head of a bandit says, including a humble (scowling) laugh, there is a similar grin on the faces of his men.

It was the head of a burglar who waited with a tongue of anticipation and excitement about what to do with the coming elves, but the elves could hardly get there.

In time, light rain began to fall apart from the sky. The head of the burglar, who was tired of waiting, cuts the numbness.

"What would I do if I did? - Hey, somebody pick him up!

In response to that word, several men picked him up.

When the men returned some time later, three young elf girls were held beside them like luggage.

"When I thought they smelled, they were these kids."

The head of the bandit, overlooking the girls thrown to the ground, frowned. Because the other day, when I surrounded these elves, I remembered there was another one.

"Here, kid! You still had one, didn't you? What happened to him?

The head of the bandit creates a strong surface and asks questions.

Besides, of the three girls, the weakest looking girl said in a trembling voice.

"I escaped..."

"What happened?

When questioned with threats and Doss's resourceful voice, the distracted girl answered forward to cover the other two.

"I ran away by myself because I don't like being caught by humans anymore!

This guy's a liar, the head of the bandit thought. Perhaps it's an arithmetic to keep an eye on these girls and the guy in hiding makes an ambush.

That's right, the inquisitor is wholesale, and the burglar's head laughs niggly.

"Oops, hidden elves! These guys' necks are tied to the pile with this twisted rope! You're not gonna get away with this! If you're one of my men, try to kill him! You'll see the blood of these kids before you do!

The brutality of the bandit's head persists in the mountains of the night.

But wait a while and there's no response.

I was wondering if he was going to come in and give up and come out completely self-destructive, but maybe the girls were right and he really got away.

When I said I stood up good at discerning the cowardly business of elves, I embarrassed myself well in front of my men. The burglar's head hits the girls with its frustration.

"Heh! Poor kids. My people will abandon me!

The surrounding men followed their heads and laughed.

Besides, the girl, who seems to be concerned, resents the red tide on her cheeks.

"Out of the way! I'm sure the Wooden Spirit will punish you!

To the girl's cry, after a beat of silence, the burglar's head blew out.

"This guy makes me laugh, it's your little girl. Yeah, we're a bunch of punitive people. But hey. He's been punished once before. Why? - Hey guys?!"

Take the word of the head of the bandit, and your men will agree at best.

"Then from now on we will ask the tree spirits to punish us!

To put it that way, the elf girls began to utter words like prayer in a language that the bandits could not understand - perhaps elf.

"Look, ladies. If you don't hurry up, you'll be punished by your scared uncles."

When the head of the bandit made fun of him, his men stood on it.

"Our groin punishment will fall on the ladies before the Spirit's punishment falls!

"Ha! If you're poor, you're just right for the ladies!

"Well, no!

The lowly laughter of the bandits winds up.

But no matter how much they stood, the girls just kept praying desperately. It's not funny if you don't have a reaction to teasing me. And the rain legs are getting stronger, so the head of the bandit thought it was time to put an end to it.

It is then.

All of a sudden, boffy, it sounded like air had been drained all at once from the inflated leather bag. Furthermore, twice and three times, the same sound keeps happening.

"Oh, hey! Smoke's weird, man!

One of the robbers yelled as he pointed at the nearby bonfire. What a mow and red smoke was rising from the bonfire, which was oiled and not extinguished even in the rain.

"Hey, what?! Did someone burn anything weird?!"

That being said, no one has ever heard of anything that produces red smoke when burned in this way. The bandits are upset by a phenomenon they have never experienced before.

"After all, you screwed up another one!

But only the head of the burglar determined that this was the work of the elf who said he had escaped.

"Don't freak out, you bastards! The smoke just came in color. Big things, hey! I've decided to hide somewhere and throw something funny into the fire!

This bandit's head soothed his men. The burglar's head shouted aloud at the elves, who would be hiding themselves somewhere when he had his men take swords and bows to prepare him for the raid.

"I'm looking forward to seeing your plans! Give it up, you bastard!

However, as earlier, no response has returned.

All that or the elf girls, who should have been seen through the plot, fell on their knees there, not tired (or disgusted) of the puddles that the rain would make as they screamed.

"It's the Spirit! It's the wrath of the tree spirits!

The burglars were surprised by the madness of these elf girls.

"What the hell, you kids...?

The head of a bandit who eats iron fists relentlessly that if he doesn't get what he wants, he was just amazed at this and couldn't help it. If you're wondering what's wrong, you get a gentle slap on the shoulder.

"Ka, head..."

That was a skinny (or) man who always used his babies on himself. He is a man who has no courage or guts, but who kept him close because some evil wisdom works.

"Why? What kind of voice has a soul falling out of its mouth?!"

Usually if I let even one of my anger bathe, a man snarling at himself with a humble grin, things were all different at this time. He is trembling all over his body with his gaze stretched toward the tent.

"Head, ah, ah, that...!

He's trembling hard and doesn't even know where he's pointing, but apparently he's showing behind himself. The head of the bandit, exasperated by what the hell, looks back.

And then he opened his mouth gently and solidified.

The head of the bandit couldn't understand the sight he was seeing right now.

A circle of blurry and bright light is formed on the cloth of the tent where I am sleeping.

And in that light, there was a single tree floating.

A branch stretched out into heaven, letting the dark green leaves shine. Contrary to that, spreading down are sharp, thin roots like needles.

Above all, however, what caught my attention were two suspended eyes and an open mouth that ripped open, red as dripping blood, floating on a white, thick trunk.

"I will be the Spirit of the Great Tree!

To his shady, sounding voice, the bandits, who were suddenly self-defeated, shook their bodies and screamed as if struck.

"Bubba, it's a monster!

"It's a tree monster!!"

"Wooden Spirit!!"

The burglar's head was also so surprised that he was likely to lose his hips, but he stepped on his feet that the numerous life-threatening places he had stepped on so far were likely to escape.

"And don't freak out! Arrows! Let them eat!

My tongue doesn't turn well to fear, but still the head of the bandit shook his voice and commanded.

Then several burglars fire the bow and arrow in their hands as they raise their anger. But it's only an outrage that turns against fear and pulls a blue-blooded face. In such a powerless hyorous arrow, most stall before reaching the tree spirits and fall to the ground in front of them. Still, some hit a monster named the tree spirits.

He made a sound breaking through the bumps and the cloth of the tent, and the arrow also wore a black hole in the body of the spirit of the tree.

Those were the bandits who cheered for it, but before that, the laughter of the tree spirits echoes.

"Ha ha ha! There are no arrows in the tree spirits!

The tree spirits flutter left and right over the tent with a laugh that says a hole has been holed up in his body but doesn't make him feel itchy (like) at all. The bandits are even more afraid of unusual movements that don't make them feel their gravity.

"Stupid people! And he who hath abused my people shall have his reward! Eat my death curse!

One of the burglars, along with his voice, suddenly fell with a low groan.

This sudden event makes the burglars stand still surrounded by surprised less fallen companions.

The bandits screamed and jumped out loud when they realised their people were really dead, even though they remained stuck in the puddle and did not move with Pickle for long.

"And he's dead, huh?!"

"It's a curse! Curse killed me!!"

"It's a wooden spirit curse!!"

A scream of fear rises from the bandits who have cursed and killed their companions in front of them.

"He's dead! It's the death curse of the tree spirits!

"We should all be killed. It's the death curse of the tree spirits!

"Run or they'll kill us all!

More elf girls' voices stir the fear of the bandits.

"Ha ha ha! You're next!

Yes, when the tree spirits scream, another wildling robber falls.

"Come on, who's next?! My, who wants to be cursed of death, huh?!"

At last the fear of the bandits reached their limit in the words of the Spirit of the tree who searches for his next prey.

"Run! Run or you'll die!

Who screamed, and how the bandits screamed and fled in the wake of that voice. Fellowship no longer exists there. Everyone, he pushes others and tries to help himself alone.

"Oh, my God! Put me down and don't run!

The head of the bandit also looks back to try to escape. But when I stepped out of my right foot, I stumbled upon a stone that was letting my face peek from the ground. The back of the shoe, which was stretched with mud containing plenty of water, slips cheaply, and the head of the bandit collapses.

It is that moment.

With the shock of saying more and more, a severe pain ran on my right shoulder.

This intense pain is accompanied by feet stepping out to regain position, and the head of the bandit jumps up the muddy water and falls into abundance.

But none of the men tried to wake up your fallen head. Instead, I thought they were dead to your head, speeding up your escape so that you could rush to more fear.

"Ouch! Ouch! What the fuck?!"

One left behind burglar's head was surprised to put his hand around the base of his right shoulder complaining of severe pain as he rolled around in the puddle. At his fingertips, he felt something stiff, along with the warm, muddy feeling of bloodshed.

I twisted my neck and looked, and in the overflowing blood, a stick as thick as my index finger painted black with coal or coal had my head about the length of the second joint of my finger.

"This...!

There are no feathers, an unusually short axis that says that no matter how deeply you pierce it, the area that is out of your body is only ahead of your finger, but this is obviously an arrow.

Anyway, this is not the curse of the tree spirits. The burglar's head, realizing it was a sniper by someone, looked for the sniper as he rolled through the puddle.

At that time, a single piece of firewood burned down from a bonfire that raised red smoke. Was it also just stone where it fell, firewood jumps big. Then, when the part that had become a bamboo scattered through the universe, the part that touched the fresh air burned brightly and illuminated the surrounding area.

…… Tree moved?! "

What was illuminated was not the shaking, but the apparent appearance of a tree that changed shape and moved.

Really, was this the curse of the tree spirits? Or was it the elves who cheated on it?

So a black painted arrow pierced between the eyebrows of the confused bandit's head.