Hakai no Miko

It's a pretty good yang in the courtyard of the royal palace. It was Jaharn Gill who was taking a nap finding a street, but I was worried about the noise I heard where I was getting tired of it, and this is how it came.

If you find him like that, one of the "Black Wall" officers will raise his voice.

"Yay! Aren't you the Dinosaurian who rammed me on the bridge of the Conte River"

One of my colleagues nodded at the words.

"Sure! This guy's got a bunch of my buddies cracking their heads open. They take vengeance on me!

That's what I said, wrapped my arms around him and walked over to Jaharngil.

But even though it takes vengeance, it is a feast seat there. Naturally, the blade wound is not shabby. When the man found the appropriate wooden stick, he stuck it all the way to Jahangil.

"Come on! It's a battle with me!

It is a bar pull.

It is a play compared to the power of winning if you grab both ends of one thick stick from each other, push, pull, and twist to take the stick away from the other's hand.

The officer, as a human, could have been said to be the bearer of rigidity. But the opponent is Dinosaurian. I can't deal with him at all. Not only did Jahangil snatch the stick just by twisting it with one hand, but he rolled it to the ground so that the momentum stood still.

All the Dwarves and Zoan in that figure, and the laughter from among my fellow colleagues.

"Oh, my God, pity. I'll deal with him!

The man who came out saying so also rolled gobbly with just a twist of Jaharn Gill's hard hand. As everyone laughs, the man steps on the estate and regrets it.

"Yes! Damn it! I can't do this alone. Give me your hands, too!

To that call, then me and the two men get up.

Now it was a three-on-one showdown.

If the servant Jahangil also dealt with three inflexible men at the same time, he would have thought that one hand alone would be bad minutes. Now grip the stick firmly with both hands and twist the stick.

A man threw three together and rolled in a gobble.

To that appearance, once again, there is a laugh.

"Then you should try!

A rolled man just poked his finger at Zoog, who was laughing with a big mouth in front of him, and said so.

"Ouch! Let me show you how amazing we are!

Zoog chooses two men from his own family, especially those known for their pride of power, and when he grips the stick firmly with them, he strips his fangs and laughs.

"Come on! Now it's your turn to roll!

To Zoog's provocation, Jahangil twists the stick a lot.

The Zooks rolled.

But that's Zoog, one of the warriors representing the Sorbiant Plains. Only for a moment, but I was resisting Jaharn Gill's power.

But it is unlucky that it has instead made Jahangil mean it. Zoog gets rolled in more momentum because he twisted the stick with more force than ever before. Zoog's body was pinned with a ball of bowling and knocked him out of his head as he slammed into an empty barrel of liquor that had been piled up nearby.

"What the hell is going on?!"

There, Garam, who was just passing nearby, rushed to hear the fierce noise.

And the gallam flashes.

The room is loaded with mountains of wooden liquor barrels that I believe have been drank, and in the meantime, there are strange and intoxicating humans such as dead bodies, Dwarves and Zoan. In the center of that room, Gallum of other races looked good enough to tell it, and his nose was rough Jaharngil. And Zoan, a redhead who somehow sticks his head out of a pile of liquor barrels and points his ass at this one, is a zoog, no matter how he sees it.

While seemingly perplexed only by this madness, for now Garam helped Zug up.

Zug, who pulled his head out of a pile of liquor barrels with the help of Garam, shook his head as he shrugged. Then the liquor left in the barrel, which I wore out of my head when I stuck it in the barrel, splashed around.

Then I finally gaze at Gallum, who helped me up.

"Whoa, isn't it the Great Sheikh!

In that liquor-smelling breath, a fixed eye. Obviously drunk. He has no choice, Gallum leaks one sigh.

"Keep up the noise."

That was the gallam I left behind and tried to walk away from, but Zug grabs that shoulder mumbling. That's just too much power for me to grab my shoulder, too. Honestly, it hurts.

Zoog strips his fangs and laughs, as if to control Gallum's temper to complain.

"Hey, why don't you join the Great Sheikh?"

Pushed by Zoog's temper, Gallum also reluctantly joined the bar pull.

Now in addition to the three earlier people who put Zoog in, it is Gallum, known as the most powerful brave man in the Sorbiant Plains.

Neither is the servant Jaharn Gill, as he has always been. One and four bars were often glued together.

But it's still Jaharngil, the strongest warrior in the army of Ethereal Horses.

When I wondered if those sharp fangs barked with their grown mouths wide open, I twisted the stick at once with that power. There was no such thing as gallums or clumps in this. I get rolled over with a gobble.

Jaharngill snorted muffled as he proudly put up his snatched stick.

In front of such a jahan gill, sigh and the gallam rises.

Totally, crap.

Gallum blurred so heartily.

Gallum, who, through his battle with the Romanian general Darios, deplored his immaturity, was now precisely in the midst of self-drilling.

As before, we must not just defeat the enemy in front of us. Even if you can't fight, you have to command many warriors, including other races, to win the whole thing.

To that end, I teach human Marcronis and others how to fight in groups, begging my sister Shemru, - though I am so angry with my sister's good face at that time! - I am learning the letters.

Anyway, there's no limit to what you have to do. Yet time is finite. Anyway, it's a waste of time.

And yet, I wasted my time.

Behind Garam, who tried to leave the room with that in mind, Jahangil barked, concerned about the surrounding praise.

"Me, bampoo!

Gallum's leg stops perfectly.

Without realizing it, Jahangil says even better.

"I'm strong! No enemies for me! Me, the strongest!

Blew, Gallam's whole body hair turned upside down.

Then take a slow, deep breath on the spot, as if to dampen the emotions that gush, and then Gallum looks back.

"Hey, humans"

It was just a call.

But to the unscrupulous signs contained in that voice, he stretched his spine properly, even to the "black-walled" officers who should have been drunk.

For such humans, Gallam says bluffing.

"Get two delegates out of you. This one comes out with me. Doverlyn, you too."

Zoog, called out for this, tried to complain, but swallowed the words into the glow of Gallam's eyes.

Thus, to Garam, Zoog and Dvarin, a man chosen from the officers of the "Black Wall" began a bar pull between the two totals of five and Jaharngil.

Dinosaurian, known as the most powerful of the seven races living in the Continent of Cerdeas. Moreover, Jahangil, with overwhelming power among them, is just the strongest of the strongest.

But the five Gallums who challenge it are also the mighty ones who represent each race.

The rod pull was antagonized.

If Jaharngill twists the stick with force to the tip of his tail, Gallum and Zoog reverse their hair and Dvarin and the human face bright red to resist.

It wasn't the Gallums or Jaharn Gill who finally made the sound as everyone watched which one of them would win.

It is the stick of a tree that both sides were taking away from each other.

It was a stick as thick as a man's arm. However, unable to withstand the power of both sides at last, and wondering if there had been a missy noise, the next moment he made a loud noise and crushed it with momentum as if a stick of wood were to burst.

I can't wait for Jaharn Gill and the Gallums to do this. All of a sudden, the bars that were weighing each other and snatching at each other with all their strength were crushed. Everyone who was pulling the stick rolled the crap out of me.

At this unexpected end, the room often quietly returns.

In it, shards of wood stick waited universally high on the crushed clap, arguing as they spinned in circles, pounding down on Jahangil's head with his buttocks on it.

How can I laugh at the next moment?

"Damn! That's just so strong, you! That guy should have been killed easily by reason!

That's what I said as the first man to challenge Jaharn Gill offered him a drink all the time. When Jahangil grabs it, he pours the liquor into his pacified open mouth.

"Ooh! This guy doesn't just look powerful, he looks strong in booze too! What is Dinosaurian, everyone as strong as you?!"

Besides, Jahangil blew his boozy breath out of his nose and said:

"Me, bampoo!

And the "Black Wall" officers said, "Ooh!," he exclaims. I'm not sure what the word means, but it looks kind of amazing.

That's how beside Jaharn Gill being surrounded, the man rolled together in the last bar pull spills stupidity on Zoog.

"You three would have managed that Dinosaurian back then."

And Zoog shakes his head to the side.

"Stop it. That one has three sons. If I see him on the battlefield, I'll run first."

"Huh. The only way you're going to get stupidly into this is if Zoan runs away?

To date, he storms directly from the front into the dense formation of the heavy-duty spear infantry, and has been plagued with a lot of pain, Zoog says with his face up.

Now we're gonna get him in the lead.

With him, of course, I mean Jaharn Gill. Besides, the "black-walled" officer looks like he stuck a dry bread in his throat. Then when I made a pitiful face, I bowed my head.

"Give me a break about that."

And with no one around me, I laughed.

In it, Gallum picks up the liquor cup that was rolling nearby. The liquor was picked up in the cup and then raised high with his right hand.

"To my comrades who are not here now and to my mighty enemies who are here now"

Besides, everyone on the spot, regardless of race, raised the glass higher.

The feast was continued until late that night.