Haroon

It took a full day to get to the lake where Batun lives, and it wasn't easy to cross two mountains because it included the elderly. It was possible because even the elderly were tapas with enormous physical abilities.

Harun's group quietly moves with them. It would be a long way to ride a Mino and Sunny, but you can't just do that to yourself. You told them to stay close by and stay with the Tapas.

Nicknamed the belly button of the goddess, Lake Tulam was huge. When I think about the gunther side of Asrai, even the small sea is not too much.

There were tremendous rafts floating around the lake, with dense wooden conditions attached to them.

"Aquarium."

It's probably the safest place to be from the horses. There won't be many horses that are close to water.

If it weren't for this, I would have looked at it with interest and curiosity. There were a lot of people living in the floating houses around the calm lake that was destroyed by silver, and in between, small boats carrying people around, carrying food, including fish and vegetables, exchanging water.

Many of the floating houses appeared recently, and there appeared to be a lot of lumbering on the other side of the lake.

Starting from where it was thought to be a dock, there were numerous tents set up in quite a wide area, and they were all out there preparing meals.

Since all the nearby mountain tribes were gathering, various shapes and diverse colors were gathering on the lakeside, and the rafts for residential use were completed and waiting for the order assigned to them.

Taras spoke to someone on the lake for a moment, then handed over a raft.

Thirty of them were already on a huge raft with two warriors that looked like a mule.

Harun's group climbs onto the raft with Taras' recommendation, and the two warriors row skillfully with the power of exploding muscles quickly make their way to the center of the lake.

"That's it."

At Taras' fingertips, there was a rectangular hut above the space made of about ten rafts. This is where the respected person lives, so it looks like it's made of wood instead of reed.

Harun's group moves onto a huge raft and waits for Taras to get inside. Soon after the door opened, about 10 people came out.

"Oh! Ashen Pommerkan!"

"Alkin the Great Warrior!"

The advisors, whether they are from Evergreen, quickly recognize the people inside and greet them with a friendly greeting. Ashen greeted several people and brought them to Harun.

"This is Captain Harun leading our squadron. Commander, these are the Tapas, and these are the Velos, the Ashram, and the Fomercans."

The people who were introduced to him were all those who did not pray. Before I met Harun, I was sprinkling the majesty and heaviness of those who looked like this to me.

"Haroon, commander of the gale mercenaries. It's an honor to meet you."

"I am Alkin, the Tapas Warrior."

"This is Turing, a Belo Pomeranian."

"I am Berang, son of Ashram."

First, the greeting was simple. However, their eyes were filled with curiosity as they looked at Harun to see if Taras had spoken to them. Though most people tilted their heads because they were too young to think.

"Let's get you inside. Batun is waiting."

Here, you guide Harun's group, who appear to be the oldest.

It was a little dark in the room. Although there were windows, the size of them was small, so the light was not very good. However, Harun could see a small old man sitting inside, staring at him in a chair.

Harun bows and greets the old man.

"This is Harun, the leader of the gale mercenaries. It's an honor to meet the great Bartoon."

"....."

Batun waves his hand to approach him without a word.

Harun, who was approaching Batun, noticed that he had no teeth in his mouth. A shaped vatun with a recessed mouth and leather on its bones could have suspected Mira had it not been for its childish eyes.

"A lonely man walking alone in the Maw."

"Yes?"

The Batun makes an unknown sound, and the eyes of those around him are drawn to him for a moment.

"Two worlds, one born with a half-life destiny, one blessed with the dark grace, one that will lead 10,000 years, but an immortal foreigner."

A vatun that still makes an ignorant sound. The eyes of those who saw the radiance flowing from his hollow eyes and his body standing upright, which wouldn't be weird if he died right now, twisted.

"Is that what you're telling me?"

Of course I will, because the moment Harun's gaze came in, it was fixed.

"It's worth a long life meeting the descendants of Balmon at a time like this."

Harun glances at the people's faces as they are mentioned from the mouth of the Batun to the name Balmon.

Harun's eyes widen.

"Growing up in two worlds is the right thing to do, but what does half-life's destiny mean? I don't know the dark grace any more, and they say that horses are immortal foreigners. Balmon is a god they believe in. '

A wise man who was respected more by the mountain tribes saw himself and said something profound.

But first, say hello.

"It's heartwarming to see a legendary hero. These are our mercenary advisers and executives.

"Aka Pomeranian and now Ashein, who is the advisor to the Storm Mercenaries Magic Corps. It's an honor to meet you in person."

"I am Al-Suit, an Ein Pomeranian and now a magical advisor to the Storm Mercenaries. It is an honor to meet you, Lord Mayor of Mahsudaran."

Following Harun's introduction, the crew introduced themselves with an expressive expression.

"Attractive! Good to see you all, you petty old man named Batun."

Batun smiles with a clear face and greets people.

Harun and his men also greeted the leaders of the Velos, Ashram and Tapas who were with Batun. The first crew members were greatly surprised that many of them were from other mountain tribe Great Warriors and Pomerkans.

The chieftains of the clan inherited knowledge and wisdom passed on through the generations, and they knew very little about what was going on beyond the mountains.

Because of that, I knew what mercenaries were and what they were treated like in the world.

However, I did not understand that the three tribes of great warriors and Fomercans who were proud and did not get along well with the world joined the mercenaries, but it was quiet for a moment after I sat down to say hello because I could not ask easily.

It was the wise Bartoon who broke the silence.

"Then how did the proud warriors and the Fomercans leave Evergreen and join the mercenaries?" "

Ashen politely explained his situation to me when asked by the sage Bartun. How he became related to Harun, what he did for the three tribes, and why he became a mercenary.

"Klael! The Akas, the Ains and the Burqas were very fortunate. They made proper connections with the nobles in difficult times."

While the rest of the tribes were greatly impressed by Harun's ability, in the meantime, many of them were severely injured by the demons and the Darkness, the three tribes were envious of Harun's well-being.

The Batun's eyes flash for a moment.

"Berang! Alkin!"

"Yes, please."

"Lower your voice."

On the Batun's call, the Tapas' alkyne warrior and another confined old man take a knee and clasp their heads in front of him.

"Ashram and the Tapas, the great warriors and the Pomeranians, join the gale mercenaries today!"

"Yes?"

Surprised by the unexpected words, Ilkan and Berang faced a noble adult who could not even meet their eyes.

"Commander Harun, who is closer to Balmon than any heir ever was to Balmon, although he did not inherit the blood of our mountain tribes, will free us from the chains of great mountains and ancestors.

"......"

Alkin and Berang forget to speak briefly, despite Batun's words of dizziness. Alkin notices something deep in his mind, and Veran reacts the same way, then carefully asks.

"Are you a god or a trust?"

"That's not it. It's a judgment I've made with my own eyes."

Verant's eyes falter at the words of the sage Batun. The eyes of Batun, who saw such a veran, were filled with Zaero.

"Before you were a great warrior. Now, why do you think it's so unfair for mountain tribes to live naked and poor lives to defend the precepts of their forefathers to prevent them from escaping the mountains for thousands of years, to live in a rich world beyond the Devil Mountains? Why do you think it's hard to live through generations without proper compensation or recognition from the humans of the outside world?"

"Yes, I am."

Having heard Bartun and Berang's conversation, it seems that there aren't many mountain tribes thinking like this. Harun would have thought so, though.

"Have you changed your mind yet?"

"Yes, it's still the same."

Berang nods with a stiff face. Maybe alkyno was thinking the same thing, but he had the same look as veran.

"Commander Harun may be a mercenary, but I believe he has considerable influence in the outside world. In addition, the three tribes, including the Aka, met him and already had the foundation to live a new life. Isn't that enough to entrust the future of Tapa and Ashram?"

"But…"

Alkin and Beren did not respond easily. Although they are in a position to represent their families, it is not an easy decision to make. How can I trust the first person I've seen today, even if it's from the clans and other mountain tribes?

But Batun did not wait for his answer. Batun's gaze was already on Harun.

"How many can you write?"

Harun quickly learns what the Batun's question means.

He felt his eyes flashing across his face, ears, neck and back with tattoos on them.

"Up to thirteen."

"Indeed!"

Batun's wrinkles are blue. Instead of being unable to recognize your face due to wrinkled wrinkles, you let Bartoon know that wrinkles are agitating.

"What do you mean?"

Alkin looks at them and asks carefully. Then, there was deep curiosity in the eyes of others.

"GelGelgel! The Tapas, who worshipped only their physical strength, have long since been lost, but the struggle that Balmon has left us with...

It's a number that Commander Harun can use. "

"Yes? Then?"

Alkin also notices what Batun and Harun are saying. The others were the same.

"Yes, there were no ancestors capable of wielding more than ten powers in at least a thousand years."

In Batun's words, the tribes of Alkin and Berang, as well as the mountain tribes in the intestine, looked at Harun with a glance, and it was filled with pure amazement. The great sage who prevented the gargantuan uprising must have spoken.

"If you'll excuse me, could you take off your clothes and show me the token?"

Harun takes off his armor and his memorial belt, thinking about the token for a moment. The eyes of Batun and the people saw the tattoos on Harun's body in his underwear.

The total number of tattoos engraved on Harun's body was twenty, and thirteen of them were so small that they could hardly recognize the pattern, but they were giving a subtle glow as if they were activated. The other seven were smaller than the first time, but they did not give any light.

Everyone here knew that they could not even get a tattoo in the first place without the ability to accept the power of a beast because they were in the position of a leader in their clan.

"I knew it! I knew it!"

The wise man who expressed his admiration several times closed his eyes for a moment and opened his mouth.

"As I pierce through the smoke, all the magic I have left after countless hours will come out. But I still can't calm my anxious heart, and I ask again that I dream that he is from a world like ours and resembles my likeness, that I cannot give you complete freedom because I am incomplete, but that if you complete him in the shadow of his existence that will come later, then your fatigue and sacrifice will be complete! He is my heir, but unlike me who was born in a woman's womb, he will be born in a machine! He will inherit the power of the heavens and the earth and possess even the power of darkness, and you will be at peace in his arms!"

After Bartoon's words with a strange euphemism, the people clasp their heads to the ground and spread their palms toward the sky.

Harun and some people, who were not from the mountain tribe, were looking at each other because they didn't know English, but others were repeating strange odd odds for a while.

"Sir, what are you talking about?"

Harun is unable to suppress his curiosity and asks Batun.

"Khh! Khh! It's about you, the last words Balmon left behind before he went to the Abyssal Land, sealed the Demon King, but wounded to the brink of death, passed a little differently from tribe to tribe, but what we have in common is that the next generation will see a successor of his own to change the harsh fate of our mountain tribes who have to fight the beast and live like a god."

Harun listens to Batun, but he can't figure out why it points to him. I've heard similar things from Latika Khan before, but I didn't understand that Balmon was the one who predicted that he could use a lot of power in his short tattoos.

"But I can't believe it's me."

"Days! Don't doubt it. You'll learn about yourself in time, even if you think you're not." By the way, I'm relieved to see you in such a desperate situation. Please continue to do well. The Ashram and the Tapas will follow you with all their heart. Please take good care of them like the other three tribes. Especially since the Tapas were overwhelmed with their ability to deal with natural physical abilities and sores, they became ineligible to use tattoos from day one, so they were the most victims when they left their hometown. "

Batun even asked as if everything had been taken care of, even though Alkin and Berang didn't answer.

Harun was unable to say anything. It's because I didn't know what was going on. He seems to be telling the mountain tribes to follow his predictions, but he was hard to admit even when he heard the story.

"I feel embarrassed because I never thought I was that great. I dare say, I don't want power. I just hope that the three tribes that are related to me can get away from the stubborn, naked life that they have lived before and live a more humane life."

"That's why I asked you to recruit the Ashram, the Tapas, and the Pomeranians. If you were going to use our mountain tribes to achieve something, or if you were going to seize power, I would have stopped you. But you have that trait of wanting to stand by it rather than sit on the throne of the owner of a free spirit. I think you would not know the world, but you would tolerate the progress of two ignorant worlds."

"Even if you can use the power left by Balmon, it is too much for me to be an outsider. Please take away what the wise man wants. It can happen naturally if you know each other."

"Haha! You're still not fully aware of your abilities or your position, but that's a more reliable element."

A vatun that sounds more clueless.

Harun was embarrassed because he couldn't figure out what else to say to get out of this awkward situation. The wrinkled face of Bartoon, who saw Harun like that, twitched.

"I need a word alone with my Commander Harun, so please step aside!"

People leave without saying a word.

The crew of Tino stares at Harun.

Nod!

The crew leaves without saying a word, along with the rest of the tribe.

"Did you get the Relic of the Hidden Zone?"

"Yes."

Batun nods. Maybe he guessed it when he saw the memory belt.

Harun asked what was in his heart the whole time because he seemed to know the Bidozone well.

"Are you familiar with the relics left behind by the non-Dozens?"

"I know. I don't know when the Memory Belt and the Six Sacks of Reservoirs were made, but they say the dwarves made them for Valmon, the savior of life."

Dwarves made the rainbows. How could the metal keep its prototype intact for thousands of years or more? Harun could not believe it easily, but it did not make sense to keep the prototype even if it was made a thousand years before the non-Dozens existed.

"Even now, dwarves are great craftsmen who can't keep up with the metal, like Refining metal or making alloys, but the high dwarves were excellent craftsmen enough to create countless weapons with Ego."

Despite Batun's repeated descriptions, Harun admitted to being hard to believe, but that dwarves made him anyway. If they weren't, they wouldn't have been able to maintain this prototype for at least a thousand years.

By the way, if there are six pieces of the Bidozi Zone, we still need two. It has faded a lot now, but Harun used to focus on the Bidozi Zone artifacts in the early days.

"Do you know about each of them?"

"How many did you get?"

"There are four of them."

Harun pulls the guards out of the memorial belt and shows them to Batun himself. He strokes the guards with a heavy glance. It was a warm and gentle gesture like taking care of young children.

"Did you know that all of these contain spirits?"

"Yes? It contains a spirit?"

Harun's eyes widen in stories he couldn't even imagine. Harun, a decorated spirit, wouldn't know if it was possessed by a spirit? He had never felt the scent of a spirit from these masters.

"Ah! In fact, it's anti-spirit."

Antispirit

I've heard it from Hersh before. It was not a spirit that existed in the spirit system, but a spirit that naturally originated in the material system, similar to Fel.

"You've heard of the anti-spirit."

"I've heard that in places with certain energies, Mana naturally builds up over time and evolves into something born out of vaporization. It's also called an Essential Spirit."

"It's thin and wrong. Unlike spirits in spiritual systems, anti-spirits are born in places where Mana can easily gather at high density, but some are born from materials that have been around for a long time. Essential spirits say that the purest of the anti-spirits can evolve through Awakening and eventually evolve to the ranks of the Spirit King."

Harun can finally tell the difference between an essential spirit and a rebellious spirit.

"What about these masters?"

"Yes, the antispirits contained in these monks are not later possessed by this monk, but are born in the material that became the prototype of that monk. In the case of this monk, it contains an iron ore that is often exposed to brain warfare, so it has the power of epilepsy and the power of iron."

The Batun knows the Blitz Dagger just by touching it.

"What about these masters?"

"Yes, the antispirits contained in these monks are not later possessed by this monk, but are born in the material that became the prototype of that monk. In the case of this monk, it contains an iron ore that is often exposed to brain warfare, so it has the power of epilepsy and the power of iron."

The Batun knows the Blitz Dagger just by touching it.

"But I couldn't smell the spirit's scent..."

"I don't know if I'm a spirit because I'm not one, but just because I can't smell it doesn't mean I'm not one."

I don't know about that. I don't think I've smelled the spirit since I first met Fel. Maybe only the Spirit of Spirit smells good.

"Do you know the names, appearance or characteristics of the other two masters?"

Harun was deceived by his passion for the slander he had forgotten for a while.

"I know. One is a jewel master called the Spirit of the Ultimate River, and the other is an earth-colored master called the Breath of the Earth."

"The spirit of the river?"

"Word on the street is that it's made of the strongest jewel that no metal can hurt. The breath of the earth seems to be made of clay, but it has the power to heal and to purify evil." "

"Do you know anything about that material?"

The Batun seems to know something. He was relatively familiar with the two secret comparisons that he did not have.

"The thread of wisdom sent to the Tapas and Ashram says that the Dwarves and the Gooes were in danger of extinction to the creatures of the mystical past, including the Demon King, and that the Dwarves and the Gooes joined forces to repay the grace of Balmons. They traveled around the world for hundreds of years to find pure materials possessed by the Antichrist, and used all their power to create the mastery of the six sacks. The two comparisons that you do not have are said that two warriors left with them to kill the monsters that were harmful to the world when our mountain tribes still lived in the tar basin."

The word "monster" comes to mind.

"Yes!"

The masters of your sacks were found in the bodies of monsters who could do harm to the world.

"Legend has it that the slanderers possess a spirit of self-esteem and are built to deal with a vicious, monstrous beast or beast unlikely to be able to withstand man's power. Legend has it that if you gather all six masters of the mission and awaken the spirits inside, you can visit Valmon's Temple, located in the Maw of the Earth."

"The Temple of Balmon?"

"Yes, it is not just the Temple, but also the Goddess of the Earth, Miyos and the last place of refuge. Anyone who enters it can receive the full power left by Balmon and his wives, and its power is comparable to that of a Demon King or a Celestial God."

"I see."

It's just a legend, but Harun was very interested.

Even though I couldn't trust Valmont's temple, I was confident that there were anti-spiritual beings in the secret code. Perhaps changing the game pattern to game mode will float the Hidden Quest window.

"But I'm curious about what you said after you first saw me."

"Khh! Khh! I've been pretending to be mysterious, and that's what I've been wondering. I don't know what that means. I'm just quoting a legend about Balmon's successor."

"Yes?"

"The words of Balmon have been passed on to our mountain tribes. Among them, there is a prophecy about his successor who will appear in the chaos of the world, and that is what I said. In fact, I'm not sure about that either."

"I see."

Harun, who couldn't solve the curiosity, wanted to know what he had always wondered about while meeting the Wise Man. One of them was the kind of power the Rumps had given me all along. I wondered what it was.

"I want to get some answers."

"What?"

"Actually…"

Harun observes his involvement with the Rumps and their rituals that he misunderstood as an Orc, and tells them in detail the mysterious power he absorbed and the changes he made afterwards.

"Well, Balmon's right, then, but he doesn't seem to have horns now."

Harun takes off his helmet, focuses for a moment, and raises his will. Then the big horns rose above his head and Harun's shape turned into a real Demon King.

"Oh! Indeed! Can you control it?"

"Yes, it wasn't easy, but I can control it now. But there's one more strange phenomenon."

Harun returned to his appearance, put on his helmet again, and explained the hemostasis.

"Hmm. Red fog rising from the body of the person you killed and absorbing it from you?"

"Yes, I couldn't control it before, but I can barely control it now. I'm very curious as to why that happens."

Rather than answering directly, Batun searches his memory for a moment. Then I lit up my eyes to see if I finally remembered.

"Perhaps what you absorbed was the Blood Essence that Balmon left behind."

"What about Blood Essence?"

"In the days of the superhumans long ago, it was possible to forge a form of power that lasted a lifetime and leave it to future generations. Of course, Balmons did too. I know the Rumps gathered Balmons until the end, unlike the rest of us who settled in the Devel Mountains. The Rump Queen was one of Balmons' wives, so they bled part of Balmons and inherited part of Balmons' form. The horns on her head are proof of that."

"Ah!"

"The horn, in fact, is a vessel of special powers, like our mountain tribe's tattoos. Of course, they have forgotten how to express their power over time, as we have, but they are a beloved species of Balmons, so it is likely they have inherited another power as well."

I'm surprised that an angry horn contains the power of a variety from Balmon.

"Legend has it that Balmon didn't tire easily by absorbing the blood of his dead opponent in battle."

"Semen?"

"According to legend, Balmon rarely gets tired of fighting the Demon King and absorbing the venom of the things he killed."

If so, there was no reason to be nervous. I thought it was a good idea to ask.

'You look like a messenger skill.'

There's no difference between a messenger skill that keeps moving and absorbs Mana from the ground, or a Blood Essence that draws blood from its kill to replenish its power.

"From what you've told me, it seems Balmon's Blood Essence, who descended on the Rumps, has chosen you. I don't know, but Blood Essence has a little ego, so it chooses the best target."

If that's the case, that's enough talk. I still don't know why I chose myself.

"Beyond that, there are many talents in the Blood Essence, one of which is to allow you to use your former master's abilities. Of course, you have to melt the Blood Essence with your own strength with enough Awakening."

Awakening?

I've never cared about Blood Essence before. He was sitting on his body like a tattoo, and now his whole body has grown in size, but he doesn't seem to be particularly conscious or have used his powers.

'The Demon King's Eye as well.'

The Demon King's Eye from the Flame Zone has absorbed it, but it hasn't found anything yet.

Of course, I never intended to find out.

"Lead our mountain tribe well, though, now that you're more certain that the Valmons have been kept." "

"That's....."

Watun looks into Harun's eyes, filled with pressure, and smiles graciously.

"The two tribes will follow my decision eventually, which may seem far-fetched to them, but soon you will realize that the situation is far worse than they think, and you will realize that you are the only answer."

"Overrated, I don't know what to do. Anyway, I'll do my best to help."

"We should. If Valmont's heir turns his back on us, our mountain tribe's future is nowhere to be found."

The Batun takes something out of his chest, listening to Harun's reply with a proud face. It was a very old leather pouch, and he turned around and poured contents into the palm of his hand.

The one on the palm of my hand was four dark blue stones and a bead that was almost transparent. It was about the size of a cat's eye.

Batun reaches out his palm, gazing at Harun.

"What the hell are these?"

"These dark blues are the cornerstones of the finest barons, you know, but in order to wield the power of a baron properly, you have to paint them with the finest of the barons, of course, the higher the grade of the baron, the more efficient they are. These are the things that the tribes I personally know from generations have passed on for generations to come."

"Why are you giving me..."

"Unfortunately, there are no more warriors in the mountain tribe with the ability to use the finest horseshoe. They must be physically and mentally qualified to absorb the finest of sorcerers, but unfortunately, they did not."

I don't know why I thought I deserved it, but I didn't feel bad.

"The forces you activated are the power of the lower to middle horsemen, and the remaining seven are the power of the higher and higher horsemen, and the reason they are not yet qualified may be because they have not absorbed the mana of the necessary stanchions. Test them when you feel ready enough."

"I don't know if I should accept such a precious item."

Harun's words make Batun's eyes smile.

"Like our ancestors, I have waited a long time for those who live in two worlds. I was so glad to hear that the foreigners had come. But the foreigners were so weak that they did not draw out the power of the lower stallions, nor did they absorb the mana. But you are different. You are not a warrior of our mountain tribe, but you have deep relationships and have not spared the power for us. You are worthy."

The eyes of Batun, looking at Harun, shine with desperate light.

"Then I thank you very much."

"Please demonstrate those forces properly to condemn those who threaten the mountain tribes and lead the savage mountain tribes well."

"Very well."

Harun takes the cobblestones handed to him with a determined face.

"But what about this?"

Harun gazes at the stone that is close to transparency, not at the four cornerstones of things that have been handed to him.

At first, I thought it was more like transparency, but when I looked closely, the strange symbols inside were moving as if they were alive.

"Amazing!"

I didn't know it was in Batun's hands, but the invisible stone in his hand felt so vivid that I could barely quantify it as if it were alive.

"In the days of dragons, long ago, a great warrior was chosen by the hidden Gail clan."

Another legend? '

Every time I heard about it because I had a long history, it was a legend and myth.

"There was a wounded dragon in the middle of the Civil War. It was the land of chaos where the Black Dragon had been so badly wounded that it was near extinction that the Sealed Magical Gate was placed. While he was sleeping, the Black Dragon Galecrok invaded and drenched Mars. While he was playing as a wizard, he was fascinated by the Black Magic and built the Dark Gate Horse Tower. At the end of the stream, he was completely unsettled. He tried to reopen the Sealed Magic System to destroy the world where there were no dragons left."

Bartun was singing a legend, as if talking to a strange rhyme with his toothless mouth.

"Through a trust from the new world, all the Demihumans of the world, who learned of this fact, gathered together the best of each species, and decided to confront the Gale Creek and its clans. At that time, our mountain tribes sent a tribe of Demihumans as leaders of many warriors and their Khans. The 12 warriors representing each species led countless armies to the land of chaos. Through the poisonous climate, changing time and harsh terrain, the Demihuman Alliance marched beyond the Devil Mountains to the land of Chaos, and when they reached the gates of Mahjong, only a few hundred survived."

I want to be a legend. I could barely feel the reality.

"There were only a few hundred of them left in the final battle, but after a miserable battle, the Allied forces were able to deal with all of Galec's followers, the warlords and the undead. But when Galecrok, who were crazy enough to open the gates of the castle, ran off, all but 12 of them, died. Twelve of them fought Galecrok with all of their dying powers, and, fortunately, they were able to kill him. However, he managed to open some of the Magic Gate, and through that gap came Margaery. The High Elves put the Pure Stone they had kept in the system. The Pure Stone purged Margaery and turned it into Pure Mana, so it didn't flow for a while. After a long time, the world enjoyed peace. But when the Pure Stone became contaminated and its purification became worse, Margaery came out again, and the world was again in conflict. Demihumans argued over each other, and humans became the final winners."

It's a very interesting legend, but there's something missing. That's what the Batun said.

"In the last battle against Galecro, the great warrior of the Gaiels threw his arm and leg to save the spirit warrior Hielf. The High Elf gave the warrior a fragment of pure stone in return, and this is it."

"Are you sure this is the Pure Stone?"

"According to legend, this fragment of pure stone, made of pure Mana, concentrated in high density, has the excellent effect of purifying and absorbing evil energy, including Margie. But only that. None of our forefathers used this pure Mana in any other way."

"Why do I have such a huge treasure?"

"This fragment of the Pure Stone has been calling for you. Since the moment you came in, it has sent me a signal to come towards you."

How did that happen? '

It's an unbelievable story, but Batun's eyes are clear and clear. I didn't feel a single lie.

"The wisdom passed down from your ancestors that this fragment of pure stone is absolutely necessary for you."

"Thank you!"

Harun received a piece of pure stone with a heavy heart. I felt burdened, but it was something I needed.

Make yourself at home! '

Since you have given them this precious item unconditionally, you are willing to do the same for them.

"If you are so burdened, please take care of the rest of the mountain tribes, not just the three. It's been a long time since I've wished for them, but the mountain tribes are like one brother. I hope you can clear the way for me because I have not lived a proper life to protect the teachings of my ancestors."

There was nothing difficult if they really wanted to. That's what I've been doing. Even though there are more people to take care of, doing so makes you stronger, so you don't have to recommend it.

"I'll do that."

"Haha! I used to worry that the power of the tribes who had lost their vision in their inexperienced old circumstances and failed to raise their heirs was weaker than ever before, but now I can rest assured. When all the tribes who have responded to my call are gathered, I will summon you again."

"I'll wait."

Harun's answer brightens Batun's face.

Once the people are back in, Batun opens his mouth.

"As you know, I am old. I can only gather you in my name."

"That's not true."

Some responded immediately to what Batun had to say, but most admitted it. The Batun saw with his own eyes that his behavior had grown too frail.

"A new drink must be poured into a new unit! In this age, Commander Harun will be my role. I cannot make him leader of the Union because of my self-examination and determination, but Commander Harun is a descendant of Balmon. He will be very helpful in the battle against the wicked. As it appears in the Amazon, our mountain tribes have been scattered far too long since they escaped the tar basin, so we cannot easily unite our minds. However, Captain Harun can use the thirteen forces left by Balmon to become the source of all the mountain tribes."

"......"

That said, the throne was quiet.

I saw it with my own eyes and was recognized by the renowned Bartoon as a wise man. During the two Salmai regiments, I was able to admit Harun to some extent because I heard the stories of the three tribes of great warriors and the Pomeranians. Fortunately, I liked it even more because I talked about the leader of the coalition I was going to be born in.

"I want Captain Harun to take the lead and gather the strength of our warriors and the Khans to wipe out our enemies, but that's my opinion. Let's discuss when the rest of the tribes gather." There's going to be a great Tribal Conference here in a month, so I hope you'll think about it. "

"Yes, sir."

The alliance of the mountain tribes is essential anyway.

The chiefs of each tribe cast a deep glance at Harun. It is true that the wise man from the outside world is wondering if he has the ability to escape this great crisis of his own.