I was walking along the street northwest of Wang Du when I fit in the cockpit of the old lady Old Lady.
It's not hover travel because there are sparse but people. Winding up sand and dust would cause complaints to the Merchant Guild.
On your way is the valley ahead. The purpose is the Warcraft Crusade.
A large bird-based warcraft sits at the top of Rock Mountain, attacking a merchant army through the street under his eyes, he said.
(Probably because of him)
I'm the one who figured it out while I'm walking.
Recently, there was a case of a small warcraft pushing over in a northwestern city close to Wang Du. I was soon defeated by the old lady Old Lady, but in the meantime, the sequel also appears.
(Is it also a nest?
Guess, me and the old lady Old Lady stretched their legs northwest in the direction where the little warcraft came from.
So what I saw was the appearance of a few medium-sized warcraft. He was walking around in the woods with our faces.
(Around here, it's the kind you don't see)
I've defeated someone a few times, but it's always more north to encounter. I think of it and the words in my head come to mind.
"Ethnic Movements"
Maybe, but something stronger appeared in the back.
The frightened medium-sized warcraft left the land and oppressed the small warcraft ahead of him. In the Tokoroten-style, a small warcraft must have started southbound.
Once he returned to the Merchant Alliance, the arrowhead who reported to that effect, this story of the great warcraft jumped in.
(Huh?)
It's time for a destination. With that in mind, about ten animals appeared across the street.
Heading this way, I'm running hard.
You must have warned the old lady Old Lady. When we break up second-hand along the way, we jump into the grass and woods by the street.
(... you're a pig, no matter how you look at it)
That pink coloring, it's not a pig. It wasn't dirty and it was beautiful, so I also feel like livestock.
If I thought about it and proceeded with caution, there was a sight as I had imagined.
(Were you attacked by the Warcraft?)
The center of the cobbled streets. A large luggage truck had been overturned, and two golem horses that would have towed, had fallen just fine.
The broken wooden fence is scattered, so they thought they were carrying pigs.
(... no one seems to be here)
Look up into the sky and look around you, but you don't look like a warcraft. We then quantify the golem carriage, but we found no body of a person.
If they hadn't taken him away like Sindbad, it would have meant he got away.
He was right to look out, and an old man and a boy showed up from the shadow of a big rock by the street. Seeing the Knight of the Merchant Guild, he's relieved.
"What happened?
One knee on the street and ask with external voice. My grandfather and grandson gave me details.
He was transporting pigs to the city to sell them, and said he was attacked by two warcraft.
He suffered a lateral hitting glide, and the carriage fell. The pigs thrown out on the street run around in chaos.
"And took two pigs to the sky."
The two back on the scene said they hooked up to their nails and flew north.
"If you'd come a little sooner, the pigs would have been safe."
The old man says, but he's not willing to blame me. Gently bow your head toward the old lady, the Old Lady.
"I used to go and sell myself, I could even think about it. Thanks to you, I know."
And one big sigh.
"It's selfish stupidity of an old man who lost a raised pig. Sorry about that."
Good thing he's a decent guy.
By the way, the boy stares at the old lady Old Lady with his eyes shining from the start.
"Please! Take the Bacon and the others."
I'm sure he gave the pigs a name. I'm not supposed to be talking about post-processing.
"Wait a minute, please"
Stand up the old lady "Old Lady" and wake up the overturned carriage and golem horse. When the old man confirms it, he says fortunately it moves.
"Ah! Minch"
Looking ahead of the screaming boy's gaze, the pig came out of the grass saying Buy Buy. He came back to his owner.
A few others, walking in with a bump. Wait a little after that, but that seemed like the end of it.
"I can't do this anymore, I'm going home"
An old man tells a reluctant boy, accompanied by an old lady, the Old Lady, to their village.
"I'm sure!
In parting, he promised the boy he would defeat the Warcraft. Then return to the point where the pig was exposed and take the street north again.
And finally, I found what the herbivore called a landmark.
(That rocky mountain, there's definitely something there)
This one also dives into the shadow of the big rock and hangs a telescope in the eyes of the old lady Old Lady.
When magic is poured in, the magic formation unfolds in front of one eye. I slowly started spinning.
(... a bird. And you're a parent and a child)
Two are sticking their heads in the belly of a pig falling at the top. Supposedly a warcraft that attacked a wagon.
One of the guards behind it is probably his parents. It's many times bigger than the two you're eating.
From the contrast with pigs, wouldn't it be bigger than a knight if you spread your wings?
(Wait until just before dark and stop with one blow)
With my skill, it's hard to shoot down a flying bird. If you're going for it, like right now, it's just stopping.
What I endure without shooting is thinking about other possibilities.
(Birds, though warcraft. So I'm sure we'll be back in the nest at night)
That's the nest, first of all for sure. I just want to give it a shot if I can.
(The bird system is coming for my eyes.)
Me holding my own eyes with one hand. It's horrible for me to imagine the old lady Old Lady and the pain in tune.
We can't even do anti-aircraft shooting by barrage, but we just want to avoid being attacked by the herd.
(Well)
The time is already close to evening and the sun will go down without waiting long.
Looking at the nest with that in mind, there was movement. Parents and young birds returned one at a time.
(Correct waiting)
I run my eyes into the sky, but I see no other shadow of a bird. Already the sun disappeared into the western ridge, and the surroundings were rapidly becoming darker.
The old lady "Old Lady" supports the big rock, sets up a wand "Rifle" and targets the nest.
(D-rank magic in its entirety, no convergence hangs on arrows of light (magic missiles))
Maximum power you can put on Old Lady now. He also has a proven track record of slaughtering an Imperial Class A knight in one blow.
But I don't squeeze like I did then. Select the one that thickens the diameter of the arrow of light (magic missile) even if it loses its power.
Multiple opponents. Expand the range and sweep it with one blow.
(People flying in the sky should have less defense)
With the same armor thickness as a tank and a plane, there is no standing in the tank. Big turtles and heavy horseback riding Heavy Lancers should be harder than bird systems.
(Then I can go far enough)
With the sound of Vung, the wand Rifle trembles. It sounds like when a circuit breaker is put in and a large current flows into a heavy electric machine.
Soon after, the deciduous leaves and broken twigs around the old lady Old Lady began to rise.
(Good aim)
Vaticulously thin lightning runs around the wand Rifle, but it hasn't been noticed yet.
(Fire!)
An arrow of light (a magic missile) is emitted from the tip of the wand Rifle, and a large amount of moving air winds up the surrounding deciduous leaves and so on.
The arrow of light (magic missile) thickened as it progressed, swallowing two parent birds and three young birds for each rock top.
But it doesn't stop, it flies away towards the starry sky.
(Ok!
As expected, bird-based warcraft was intolerable. The moment I hit him, what I saw was a view of beating an overripe persimmon to the ground.
There's nothing left on the rock right now, including pigs.
(Just in case, you wait here till morning. So if you don't show up, you're on a mission.)
Leave your body on your back and exhale loudly. In a little while, let's bake the bacon we just got in the village and make it dinner.
I was the one thinking about it and turning my neck and shoulders.
At the same time, a regional city in the north of the kingdom. The first thing I noticed was people walking down the street.
"You're a brilliant shooting star."
A bright white meteor from the south to the north passes as it pulls its tail long. People who noticed late opened the window and stepped out and looked at the sky.
Winter is over, but the winds at night in the North are cold. But people stare at shooting stars without even caring.
"... not ominous."
An old woman talks to herself as she looks up. Its voice, slightly louder because of its distant ears, reaches the ears of those around it.
But no one cares. This old woman was known to make negative remarks about something.
……
And further north of the city to the north. There was a presence in the snowfields that spread out there, seeing shooting stars in the same way.
Armored skeleton warrior riding a horse made of bones. "Winter General".
Though once defeated by the old lady The Old Lady, she is resurrected with the arrival of a full-fledged winter. He appeared again and sat down.
"Homecoming Luca"
As the Winter General turns north, he gently slaps the horse Avara with his heel. A large group of skeletons, family members, continued on the horse walking out slowly.
Heavy cold air also travels north with the skeletons. Thus the harsh winter, which lasted longer than usual, came to an end.
"That must have been an announcement to General Winter. It's time to go home."
The people of the city of the north later said so. The white shooting star, coming from the south, was remembered as a 'star announcing the arrival of spring'.
Of course, those who do not agree are not zero either. A young woman of long standing is one of them.
Though she is hooded, she is a beautiful woman with a neat face in the eye of a slice length and chestnut straight hair.
(Magic. Hey, definitely. Hey.)
I think I'm rubbing that with my hands from the top of my hood, the elongated eartip that's getting cold. She continues her journey with an elf, business.
(Who, what did you let go for? In the direction, it doesn't look like it's aimed at the Spirit Forest)
It would have consumed a lot of magic because it's so flashy. It's a waste of time to activate it for no reason.
(Is it like fireworks?
Has it been a pastime and a drunkenness and some rich guy launched it? If so, I would love to ask you.
Looking good and surplus in gold, Mitsuhito is an ideal guest for her.
(Let the inside know?
For a moment, I think, but soon I shake my head with a bitter look.
(Nothing. It doesn't seem like a big deal.)
I don't really want to get in touch with my hometown. The reason is because she made a huge mistake with her people.
He brainwashed Reaper and tried to get information, but instead he was subdued and opened the gates of Heaven (Heavensgate).
This is my first as an elf. It could be described as historical ugliness.
(Well, now I don't know what to sell)
Forcefully changing his mind, the Elf woman merchant thinks:
Items for elves that are difficult for people to handle. People who appreciate it and buy it for a high price.
She loved seeing it.
(Like an idiot. But the stupid thing about it is, it's really cute.
My broken heart feels healed, too.
(Come on)
Sitting on your podium, she looks back from the shooting star's vanished night sky and waves her reins. One standing golem horse steps out.
He pulled a luggage truck with a canopy and began to take the streets south at night.
The next morning I was camping in the shadow of a big rock, looking at the top of a shredded, smaller rocky mountain.
"Bird-based Big Warcraft, complete crusade."
Biscuits and boiled eggs, plus a brief breakfast of coffee whining.
Thanks to the abundance of magic, my camp is comfortable. You can defeat the back of the old lady's Old Lady cockpit and spend time hanging up the heating.
If it's about hot water, it can make coffee without going outside. It's about time I baked bacon and pissed outside.
(I can't take a bath, but it's not a big deal)
Just wash it at the nearby city whorehouse on your way home. Entering your first store on a business trip is one of the pleasures of your job.
But lately, something similar has been happening.
The more different the location, the more the Warcraft moves can be seen. I poured the chewed biscuits in with coffee, while touring my thoughts.
(Maybe the Spirit Forest is finally getting worse)
Imoske and Dangolo, my family. According to the two spiritual beasts, they are very difficult to live in.
Heavy horse riding Heavy Lancer left the forest and entered Kingdom territory, apparently because of the decrease in grass that serves as food.
(I guess those birds were the same)
I happened to have wings, so I could jump over the northern countries and come this far. Otherwise, they would have been blocked by mountains and rivers.
(Zaratan also said garden forest would be better)
Spirit Lake in the Spirit Forest. The giant spiritual beast Zalatan, who will be two hundred meters long, called its guardian.
That old turtle recently turned himself down and moved into our garden.
(Well, I suppose there's also a Wenden aim)
Vintage that becomes a garden forest. In response to my wish, the fruit trees that Imoske and Dangolo worked so hard to plant and grow.
Zarathan loves the fruit. Even yesterday morning, he looked up at a Vintage tree from a pond and was happily hitting the water with his tail.
I remember the sight.
"This year's harvest looks like autumn."
That's what Imoske said. Harvested before the summer, last year was apparently a force move by potion.
Zalatan nodded, but did not show disappointment. Did you really pass it on, I'm getting anxious.
"Well, I know."
When I saw Imosuke on the branch of Vintage, I nodded and flew a wave of thoughts.
"Konko, because it's amazing"
Go on. This magpie butterfly five-year-old larva-like spiritual beast bravely slaps a branch with his butt. The feeling that came through to me at that time was something like 'I'll show you the true season, expect it'.
It seems that the outcrops harvested during the proper season are not the same as the fostering cultivation. I am also very excited.
You can leave the garden forest and spiritual beasts to Imosuke.
Anyway, the family head. It will put together dangolows and zarathans and manage the garden forest well.
That's what I decided. I went back from the garden forest to the living room. And consciousness, too, goes back to now.
(From the Spirit Forest, warcraft and spiritual beasts overflow. whether to suggest that possibility)
Small, goblin-like old man and Santa Claus-like old man. I think of the guild chief and the deputy guild chief of the merchant guild, and I nod.
He is a brilliant and reliable boss. Tell him a word, and he'll do something about it later.
(All right, let's go home)
I don't have any drops, so I'm lightweight.
There are remains, but they are scattered on the ground after splashing in the air. I looked at it this morning and it came from beasts and warcraft during the night.
Give it up.
An acquaintance, a sinister adventurer old man, was making noise about it being 'Tosaka' or 'eggs before they were born'. I thought I'd give you money.
But there's nothing there.
(Departure!)
Stand up the old lady Old Lady and take the streets south often. A short while ago, I found a caravan consisting of several golem carriages.
(It's not a pig you're carrying.)
What I'm pulling is a carriage with a canopy. I'm not the type to put creatures on.
We're stopping in front of the crossroads, so we'll catch up soon. The person on your stand turned this way and then pulled in with his left hand, pointing to the east.
What is it?
Questionable, he turns to the face of the old lady, the Old Lady, on the streets extending from the east. What I saw in my eyes was a line of people taller than trees.
(Knight)
They come close together with each other. Not fragmented, but not as neat as the Knights of the Kingdom.
During an expedition of heavy horse riding "Heavy Lancer" interception, he was loudly pointed out even as his footsteps were on the move, remembering that he couldn't breathe.
(Mercenary Knights, I guess)
The caravan in front of me seems to be going to wait for a group of knights to pass by.
(I'll wait too)
Unlike the caravan who makes the rows, the old lady Old Lady is a solo rider. It is an instant to cross the street.
But I decided to line up behind the caravan.
The opponent is an armed group, more than half a dozen in grades B and C. The fact that I crossed the front offends my mood and doesn't necessarily mean I'm not involved.
(Most importantly, I'd like to see it)
Me likes to see knights. If you have the opportunity to worship the real thing in front of you, you have no way to miss it.
Now without waiting, the knight's line arrives at the crossroads. Keep going west.
The leading knight or some horseman on the way up one hand feels' bad '.
(These aren't bad, either)
Put your hands back up too. Looks like when you gave way to me while I was driving.
(Lily crest?)
On the knight's shoulder, matching marks embedded in white. Probably called the Lily Knights Lily Knights.
This world, roses and chrysanthemums, the Knights' crest has many figurative flowers. It is elegant.
(It tastes good)
Unlike the always freshly painted Knights of the Kingdom, tannins were felt, whether it was weathering or aging.
It feels like the weathering is working.
(Saw a good one)
Old lady Old Lady pushes past the merchants after a group passes by. But soon, I enter the lodging town along the street.
This is the relay point for regular golem carriages. It's the same place I stayed overnight when I left Landburn for Awok.
(They don't have a whorehouse or money or water, but they bathe here at the barbershop)
The perky booklet in the cockpit is' Let's Travel the Kingdom '. Cornell taught me and bought it.
Park on one knee in a place for a large golem carriage and take a rope ladder to the ground. It rotates over a wobbly, so it's no better than a wooden ladder.
Then magically lock the cockpit. Find a destination while opening a map page.
(There was)
Anyway, it's all a small town, a shop on both sides of the street.
"Gentlemen's and Ladies' Shop of Favors"
Go to the sign store where it says so and enter through the entrance for men. What greeted me was the women who came in thin blue uniforms.
Incidentally, the entrance of men and women is broken up, but they say there is no service like a whorehouse. I guess it means like money and water and a barber shop.
(Convenient)
I was thinking of replacing the whorehouse with a bath because I don't have to wash myself. You don't have to play anywhere else before Teaching Light Patrol teacher tonight.
I don't thread money, but I want to save ammunition.
(That's pretty wide)
There are about eight chairs on the tiled floor, and the guests have their hair cut off and their heads washed.
And in the back, a shallow tub and a simple bed of the type to fall asleep in. There are two of these sets.
There are rails running on the ceiling, so I guess I can compartmentalize them with curtains.
(Full body? Is this the bath replacement?)
Look at the price list stuck out on the wall and predict. To a large extent, it is a hair rectifier and a hair washer, but it was divided into a head and a whole body in each.
"Well, fix and wash your hair, both all over your body"
He's the most expensive. The price is five copper coins per silver coin.
A woman about my age entered with a smile. He is not beautiful, but he is also not beautiful, he is a very ordinary person.
"Then I'll cut your hair first, so please sit here"
In more than a dozen minutes, he ends up shaving. I haven't washed my hair yet.
"Then I'll fix your hair, so please move over"
to one of the four tubs that are troubled and nobody else. A woman pulls the curtain shruggedly and tells her to take off her clothes.
I got naked in a strip basket, and I went sideways to the tub as I was told.
(This past year, you've gotten used to it a lot)
In a space divided by one curtain, he exposes himself naked without hesitation, whether in front of a woman. Let's just say I'm growing fast.
(It's with Hot Springs. I can light it up at first, but I'm fine on the way)
When I thought about it, I used body soap to rinse it off gently.
After being wiped all over his body with a bath towel, he is similarly put to sleep on his back in a bed laid with a bath towel.
(What?)
Seeing it in the hands of a woman makes me feel a little light-hearted. It was the shaving brush I used to shave my beard, and it was something as big as the two surroundings.
Nico laughs and she stretches out to my chest with plenty of foam. And he started painting all over me.
"Uh-huh."
Very ticklish. But she doesn't hesitate to keep working on whether she's used to reacting like this.
I was also relieved when it was over. In the meantime, the next time I saw her removed knife, my whole body was stiff.
(Do you shave your body hair with that, and your whole body)
I wasn't afraid when they shaved my beard. It's my face, so I guess it's partly because I couldn't see it close.
But not now. I could see the blade coming closer with a smile on my face.
"Yes, you may keep your eyes closed. And please refrain from suddenly moving."
Gently told in the sales talk, I close my eyes and stiff myself.
How long would I have done that? Chest, belly, armpits, groin, of course, thighs, shins, zorizoli and blades go with hairs scraped.
"Please lie down depressed."
I'm totally out of line right now. Keep your eyes closed and flip over surprised.
(Ahhh! Ha!)
What a shaving brush it started to apply all the way between my buttocks. She pushes me left and right and goes with plenty of bubbles around the flowers.
(Ouch)
There would also be no choice but to have a voice leaking. Because the knife started shaving my ass.
Then a few minutes later, I was soaked in the tub again, and my whole body was washed.
Waste hair has already been treated and where necessary, the required quantity has been neatly prepared. Your taste as a gentleman is no longer perfect.
(You're in trouble for zero or too short, because they hurt each other)
Anyway, if it's not growing, it takes a lot of consideration if you shave it off.
(I see, I also know it's popular with women)
I recall and convince myself of the wording of the guidebook. This is how it is easier to ask for places that are difficult to take care of themselves.
The entrance for women is next door, but there are quite a few signs that they are in and out.
(attraction as a man, I wonder if that has risen)
A chilling peek into the mirror between the walls while wearing clothes. He nodded with his hand under his chin and left the store feeling refreshed all over his body.