Large uro at the deepest root of the world tree.
At its center, a magic formation floats about knee high, spinning with white light emitting. The size would be enough for a person to have stretched out both arms.
Now there were a dozen old men surrounding them.
"It will be enough. This should turn the second magic team."
The high elves on the shoulders speak and those around them agree.
Acting Speaker, he took a step and stuck his arms out to the universe.
"Now, ladies and gentlemen, send me some magic."
What we're trying to do is activate the Second Magic Formation.
The power for this is supplied by the First Magic Regiment, but it takes magic to perform the operation.
"Here we go."
When the Acting Speaker snaps something in his mouth, a small white dot of light appears slightly higher than his height. Bouncing around at high speeds, drawing big magic formations and going.
This is the second magic formation. The diameter would be twice that of the First Magic Formation.
Horizontal discs made of lines of white light have not yet been rotated.
"Slowly, carefully. If you rush too fast, the First Magic Team stops"
A thick brow high elf that stares and mouths to eat.
Using Spirit Cannon, The Spirit Forest War preceded the bloodless revolution. As a result, the experience has not been conveyed.
The heavy pressure felt by the high elves on the shoulders while entrusted with the operation would be considerable.
"All right, we're moving out"
Eyebrow too who rides himself out and squeezes his fist.
The second magic formation above the head begins to twist, but vice versa, the first magic formation below the knee, rotates extremely.
"It's slower! Slower!"
An old woman, separate from a medic in the hospital, holds her mouth with both hands and screams in a voice resembling a scream.
Personal advice, going up everywhere. Still, the Acting Speaker maintained focus and accomplished heavy and delicate work.
Now the rotational speed of the First Magic Regiment is back to normal, and the Second Magic Regiment is turning loose but steady.
"It went well. So let's discuss the last challenge, the scope and power of the Spirit Cannon."
Acting Speaker wiping sweat on his forehead with his hands and looking back in relief.
Ringing his fingers, a tapestry of the map appears on Uro's inner wall. The northern city expands as if approaching the surface from a far height.
"Neither consultation nor anything, but the city of the north."
"No, it's outside the walls where the knights are garrisoned. If we don't include that one."
"There's also that damn checkpoint."
To one doubt, another returns. Whenever opinions were expressed, the size of the red circle on the map changed.
Those who fear the breadth of Griffon's scope of action and widen the circle. If you spread it, you lose your power, the squeezer.
Ultimately all that remained was a circle to fit from the north city to the checkpoint. Among the proposals put forward, they will be bigger.
"Gentlemen, is it time?"
In anticipation of the opinion being exhausted, the Acting Speaker asks.
He confirmed that more than half of his hands had gone up in the vote and went on to say the words.
"Agree with the majority. Range shall be as shown on the map."
If the second magic formation is full of light, turn the third magic formation. If you get that far, all you have to do is activate the Spirit Cannon.
It was a high elf on the shoulder, exhaling relief that things had gone so well so far.
Awok, a regional city two days away by regular golem carriage, west of Wangdu.
There was a team of caravans on the streets that now stretched north of this city.
Bring five golem carriages, filled with cereals, smoked meat, and barrels of distilled liquor. Heading north.
"Sir, it smells good. Occasionally."
An old man with a beard holding his reins at the leading table mourns his nose at the scent of liquor seeping out of the barrel. He's a carrier, owner of a golem carriage.
A fat 'husband' sitting next to him is the merchant of the cargo owner.
"Please, don't tell me the golem horse drank you on the way."
A golem horse with a beard in the shape of a person, laughing niggardly. "Work is credit first. It's okay, come on ', but my husband looks in trouble.
The darkness of my skin, unlike sunburn, was due to how much I seemed to like alcohol. By the way, golem horses don't eat and drink.
As the mustache old man teased, he continued, "Smoked meat is great, too, knobs are great," etc.
"Dad! Something's coming. The West Forest. Ah."
At that time, a sharp warning arrives from the carriage in the rear.
Two to the left with the tension. A flock of birds flew in the back of the woods, and even as I sat on your stand, I could feel the sway of the ground.
"Put up the spear! Send out a distress signal! Golem, full speed!
A bearded father transformed into someone else instructed his men. Immediately the scroll of the magic formation's painted scroll is used and the lump of light launches vertically.
And like fireworks, he painted the merchant guild crest, The Goddess on the Balance.
"Big lizard! One of those heads!
Reports of subordinates continue.
It was the dark green reptiles who broke the thin trees and appeared out of the undergrowth. The size exceeds four tonne trucks and is classified as a medium-sized warcraft.
"Damn, you got short legs. Faster."
My husband looks back from his heavily wobbling platform to a voice he heard from the rear. In the rear carriage stands the men, waving their spears desperately to restrain them.
But I'm not going to get away with it.
"Husband. Big lizards stop if you eat. Prepare one, or two, behind you for sacrifice."
Drink your breath on the beard that tells you in a low voice. Sacrifice doesn't necessarily mean you just have to pack. Perhaps his men, too.
"Huh?"
I was struck by a severe shock of side-beating that far in my mind, and thrown to the ground.
As the pain stopped breathing, I managed to open my eyes and there was another big lizard in front of me.
(You weren't alone)
With the leading golem carriage blocking the sideways, the second crashed and the third suddenly stopped.
As a result, all five units are sandwiched in two large lizards.
(This is the main street. It's not the border.)
I think so, but the reality remains the same.
In front of her husband, who cannot move one in despair, the great lizard opens his mouth wide.
At the next moment, the head of the great lizard blew apart from the mandible.
(Huh?)
I don't know what happened.
The head of the big lizard started to sound. But other than that, there should have been no sound or vibration.
Also, the same bursting sound sounds from the rear. If I turned my face, there was also a big lizard figure there who lost his head.
"What?
My husband, with his hips still falling out, makes that noise out of his mouth.
Meanwhile, his mustache father, who recovered from the confusion as soon as possible, instructed him to check his surroundings and take care of the injured.
"Father, there's nothing within sight, no one"
A bearded face with arms that remain royal on the ground and does not break the rugged look. Looking down next door, he calls out to the fat middle-aged man sitting down.
"Sir, it is easy to repair the golem carriage on this occasion and reload it. The first and second cars are badly damaged, so it's easy to leave any load you can't carry here, okay?
He was a husband who shook his head vertically many times silently.
And about thirty minutes later. By the time the tail of a large lizard without a head finally stops moving, a ground-shaking presence approaches from the south.
That's a one-horse B class belonging to the Knights of the Kingdom. He saw the distress call and rushed in from Awok.
"Tell me what's going on."
Asked by external voice, the fat merchant answers. Wanting to hear more about it, Grade B fell on one knee and opened his chest armor.
It was the boy's pilot, no matter what he looked like. But attitudes and things are calm and give me peace of mind.
(I bet you can have this.)
My husband thinks. On a positive face, neutral atmosphere. Standing and behaving also made me feel good about growing up.
In fact, the woman in the caravan whistled so small.
"Really? Suddenly, the head of the big lizard burst. Two more heads, too."
Finished listening, the boy pilot puts his hand on his chin and thinks. And after seeing the west stretching with the blood of the great lizard, he turned his attention to the mountainous area on the other side.
Those around them look to the east the same way, but they see nothing but the mountains and the blue skies, and the clouds.
'Till I can move, I'll put on a C grade. Then I'll do it.'
Leaving the venue to the late arrival of the Knights of the Kingdom, Class C, the aristocratic child turns to board Class B and return to Awok.
And as he walked the knight, he exhaled with a sinking face.
(Big lizard? It's our crusade.)
Yesterday, class B C combined for seven horsemen, heading west from Awok. They repelled a flock of warcraft that had broken through the border.
(Probably a tip-off then. You mean some of them were pulled out?)
I guess I overlooked it because many of the immatures were in it.
Regarding the mystery told by the merchant, he decided not to put it on hold.
The nobleman's son, who arrived at Awok, took his men east to return to the king's capital. On the way, a C-level walking behind me says something that concerns me with external voice.
"What the hell, is he still here?"
The spoken neighbor, level C, turns the knight's eyes north and returns them by external audio.
'Merchant guild is fine. You just have to sit there.
If the aristocratic son saw it, he could see a beige knight sitting at the top of a distant rocky mountain. Definitely in the old lady Old Lady.
'Can you tell me what you're talking about?
The young pilot answers nervously, being spoken to by the noble child who goes before him.
Even below myself, my age is beautiful on my arms. There were a few young people who were intoxicated by the fact that they were of noble origin.
According to that, he's been in the same place since yesterday, sitting there doing nothing.
'It's definitely retreating. Why don't you tell the Merchant Alliance from us?
Ignoring the breathtaking youth, the aristocratic child turns his mind around.
(Take that position. Mr. Tauro can target the west and south streets)
Let people listen, but there will be no one to believe. But from the time I fought the self-proclaimed wise man at the Count of the East, I am so sure.
And yesterday's time. On the boy's head, a figure emerged of Cornell, his boss.
(... you were asking me to follow you)
An undefeated warcraft enters the kingdom. In view of that possibility, it must have been arranged.
Regrettably, considering the caravan earlier, I can see that it was not a concern.
(What's immature. Even I'm powerless)
Reflect and be ashamed. My boss has to tell me a lot more.
The thought makes the gate behind the boy nod hot and sweet.
I managed to get my roughened breath done and watched Old Lady of Rock Mountain again.
(I'd like to thank you, but you won't like it)
An older classmate who was cut off from the road and had to leave the pilots' school. You shouldn't have a good impression on the Knights of the Kingdom.
This time, too, I guess I took it because it was a favor of my boss, a friend.
(thanks)
So the aristocratic child set aside to greet him with one hand up. They were watching over there, raising one hand in the same way.
The Class C guys are making a scene behind it, probably because they're looking down at the Alliance Knight. The external voice, "You don't have to do that," reaches your ear.
(Consciousness reform is not going to work)
He sighed heavily at the stress of having to tell his older men.
Old lady Old Lady lined up at the top of Rock Mountain northeast of Awok and staring south.
At the end of the line of sight, a one-horse Grade B raises one hand this way.
He's a nobleman.
I was at the West Caravan, a familiar cavalry. He would have noticed what I did with the big lizard.
At the Pilot's School, the only classmate who reasonably appreciated my prowess. If you do it at a distance, you say it's strong and extremely vulnerable to close range.
(Be careful and go home)
With nostalgia, I raise my old lady's "Old Lady" hand back. 'Take care' of all those powerful people, too, but okay.
Round the knight's head, make sure there is no warcraft in the street, and scratch his head in the cockpit.
(But at this distance, the little warcraft is tough)
Nor was the big lizard earlier able to shoot until the movement stopped. It's what runs sticking to the carriage like an incitement to drive, so if you deviate at all, the caravan blows up.
As a knight of the Merchant Alliance, that's not all I can do.
Exhale, turn your neck loud and make a noise.
(Wait till evening, if the Warcraft doesn't come out, you're done)
The Knights of the Kingdom have moved fewer knights to turn down the original. Even if it is a private request from Cornell, I and the Alliance Leader are most welcome.
Day trips every day, today we head to Wangdu at full speed and throw all we can at the private sector.
We're not gonna lose tonight.
Reminds me of my first brush match with Teaching Light Patrol Sensei.
It was at first that she was making herself twisted in my brushstroke. But along the way he turned to fight back, and later this one was in tear-eyed hitting around.
At the end of the day, the roots are gripped hard and even 'poisoned' by scorch play.
(Teaching Professor Kazuo also has a demon eye)
It's a different name, but something similar.
(What if I lose again)
I shook my body with a burrito in a sweet battle that paralyzed my spine.
At the same time, the Guild Leader's Office on the third floor of the Kingdom Merchant's Guild. Three coffees are placed at the table of the reception set, surrounded by the same number of figures.
A fine old man, similar in width to Santa Claus, opened his mouth with a white beard.
"What was the Prime Minister's story like?
The person I asked was a small old man who resembled a goblin. It is the guild leader.
I just got back from the royal castle.
"Would you like to buy a knight? I came to say that. Now that we have class B, it looks like we've got an extra class C."
When I finish, I reach for coffee with a quiet expression and also recommend it to the Santa Claus deputy guild chief and strong face chief.
Santa Claus tilted her neck with an unconvincing look, even as she took the cup.
"Class C is useful. Didn't the Knight Commander say so?
Alliance leader answering while hiding his mouth in a cup.
"I'm not letting it all go. It's just a surplus."
According to the explanations that follow, it was the three major guilds that spoke up. Apparently it's just merchants, adventurers, and blacksmiths.
To the little old man seeking his opinion, Santa Claus closed his eyes and silenced. The strong chief reluctantly raised his hand.
"Recently, more warcraft have appeared in the streets. Old lady, I thought Old Lady was a little harsh."
I'll leave it up to the C-level to deal with it, and the old lady, Old Lady, will head to a case that she can't handle without.
With regard to maintenance costs, it doesn't take much for a C class.
"That's it."
The stated strong chief sends a gaze like a grade-waiting student to Old Goblin.
"I think so, too. Honestly, I rely too much on you, Tauro. If you're gone, you're not going back to the old days."
I remember the dark times of my former pilot, especially when the deputy guild chief distorted his expression.
And he coughs and opens his mouth.
"I agree, too. The problem is the pilot, right? Lack of manpower is the same everywhere. The Knights of the Kingdom are the opponents, and honestly there is no winning."
Hire a wanderer, pull him out of the others, or we'll just have to find him from a student at the Pilot's School.
But if there's also talk from the Knights of the Kingdom, most of them will choose you. The brand power is very different.
"Now look for the pilot first and buy a knight when you have a purpose. Are you sure in that direction?"
A strong chief confirms the schedule as it comes to mind.
Santa Claus shook her long white beard left and right after a little thought.
"The knight wants to buy it. Because they want to sell it."
It is also advantageous when speaking to the pilot. If you invite him to the hangar and show him The Knight for Himself, his heart may lean.
To Santa Claus, who went on to do so, the guild leader nodded loudly.
"That's right. Let's get back to the Chancellor. We have to find the pilot."
Thereafter, the three of them will have an exchange of views on their perceptions and connections. Among them was a proposal to ask Tauro for his opinion.
Somewhere put together, the deputy guild leader frowns at the root and messes with the white beard.
"My predecessor's pilot. It might put a lot of pressure on you to re-employ it."
What comes to everyone's mind is the person who sat in the cockpit of the old lady Old Lady in front of Tauro. The common assessment is that it is harmful and not beneficial.
Arm together, the strong chief clouds his expression and makes a voice.
"I'm on a knight, I don't hear such rumors. Definitely, I think it's flashing in my seat."
After frowning and agreeing, Santa Claus turned his sharp gaze to guild length.
"Pilot's school seniors are sweet for juniors. If you hear more knights, you might come screwed."
The former pilot is a follower of the idea known as the 'true pilot'. Knights OB and some of the leading players still have their values in color.
"Let's take care of the junior in need"
If you cry, it's not strange to have seniors to serve and move out.
"Don't worry, I'll never let that happen. There are limits to my patience."
Turn off your expression, the guild leader assures you.
"Crush the man who told you."
All I could go on was one word. But too compelling, the strong chief couldn't stop shrinking.
By the way, it's a different story.
Grandpa Goblin softens the atmosphere and expression, as if that was an illusion now.
He took the brush out of his nose and started talking about Tauro at the Imperial House.