The water from the lake overflowed by the fall of the great branches of the world tree became high waves in all directions, reaching high altitudes. Thereafter, he is pulled by gravity, and with all that he swallowed, he is pulled to the lake.
Many people would have had to be injured if the house had been flushed, probably because of the magical defense by the individual.
"What happened!
Those in the elves who crawl out of the mud and look up at the lightless world tree and ask questions. But no one can answer.
Mostly because they flushed every house while I was asleep.
"Let's go ask. And we need help."
After applying low-level therapeutic magic to himself or his surroundings, he nods and walks out. Across the street is the High Elf Hall, built on the trunk of the World Tree.
Proceeding painstakingly through the ground full of mud and debris with a sphere of light floating over his head, he calls out in silence.
"Show yourself, Master High Elf! Explain and rescue us!
Look up from the ground and repeat to the high hall. But the guards just show their faces, and the high elves don't show up.
For one reason. There was a big incident where I felt like I was in danger, and it wasn't about time.
"Killed? All of them?"
Change the blood phase and run down the stairs to Uro, acting chairman of the shoulder. If you step in with the guards, what's there is a body for six people who only lost their heads.
Subsequent high elves breathe uniformly and make their expressions more rude.
"Who did it!
Ask the Retrospective Guard, they just shake their heads left and right. He said he discovered it in his routine business of delivering snacks.
(... No way. Was the attack on the world tree a positive move?
Attract our attention to the lake knights, and in the meantime invade and kill Uro, the deepest part of the world tree. And somehow activated that self-destructive magic.
The Acting Speaker, who creates a deep vertical wrinkle in his forehead, examines his thoughts and goes.
(The Knight of the Lake attack has not reached the World Tree)
The Magic Wall of the World Tree survived to the end. Then the cause of the ice mass was inside.
(You underestimated your knowledge of the royal Great Charter (Magi Karta).)
I have to admit. We don't know about that self-destructive magic.
One of the great branches has already fallen due to a growing mass of ice. So far the progress has stopped, but it is hard to think that this is the end.
Because the survival of the royal family is leaving Uro without anyone being blamed.
(Purpose accomplished. I guess that's what this is all about)
I mean, no more world trees. You can't even shoot a spiritual cannon.
(... you're done)
Out of my mind and body, I lose my strength all at once. He was smart enough to see ahead of people.
The high elves crammed their voices into the deserted guards, approaching the chancellor's deputies, who dropped their backs on the wall and fell back to the floor.
"Who's in charge of security! Don't think you can escape this responsibility."
"Find the killer! Get him now!
With the footsteps of the guards running up the stairs and only the high elves, colleagues begin to talk about restarting the Spirit Cannon.
Listening to that voice far away, I think the Acting Speaker is blurry.
(It's no use. No more wins)
There is only one option you can take. There is no salvation for us High Elves, but if we think about the Elves, that's all we have.
To his ear, who closed his eyes with a renunciation, the very answer he had in mind jumped in as a word.
"To the survival of the royal family, we have no choice but to descend"
When I opened my eyes with surprise, my colleagues were looking back at the entrance.
It was the Speaker, not the Acting Speaker, who stood trying to lean against the wall. It was a high elf who was spitting blood and healing with hard work.
I have a large grain of sweat on my forehead and my breathing is rough. I guess I whipped my weak body and managed to get down here.
"We're enemies now, but the same elves. If we sin, the people inside will be saved."
If we are to defend the status of the Elves, we must not lose the best magic resources in the world. Then my hands are limited.
Shoulders staring at the chancellor as he sat down on the floor, having reached the same view as himself. My colleagues' questions poured into my ears, which I anticipated.
"What happens to us when we're sinned?
Added to the bitter look, the chancellor opens his mouth.
"They'll burn your ears down and bury you in the ground alive,"
Big noise and the cry 'I absolutely don't like it'. The high elf on his shoulder exhales from the bottom of his lungs.
I just knew how to react, but I couldn't get it out of my mouth.
"It's for the Elves. Do your duty as a high elf."
Speaker who increases sharpness in his eyes and words and informs everyone. The High Elves show a strong willingness to reject, but this place is now being pushed by the temper of the Speaker.
Saviors emerged from behind the Speaker to them asking for help.
"... well. You must have been the traitor."
That's a skinny old man like a dead tree. He is lifting his eyes to hatred and pressing a short wand (wand) against the chairman's back.
What I can imagine from what I have just said is that I believe it was the chancellor who guided and drew in. Maybe he even suspects he dyed his hands to kill him.
"No. Listen to me first"
Speaking out, I couldn't look back. Because earlier the white light of the arrow of light (magic missile) shot through the chancellor's chest and emptied a great hole.
Blowing up to the high ceiling, placing a beat and dripping down to the floor, the red too red blood tide.
……
The sudden murder fills the Uro with silence. The old man, lean as a dead tree who looked around at his colleagues, asks everyone in a quiet tone.
"What's up? Have you been confused by what this filthy traitor has said?
Backward, high elves shaking their heads left and right. Look at that. The leader of the Elf Knights bends the edge of his mouth up.
"If you kill, you win, if you die, you lose. It's easy. The battle is not over."
Walking forward, he holds the body of an old lady of a drugger who has lost her head like a princess and leaves straight outside Uro.
High Elves as long as a line of funerals after a long silence. I guess he decided that the only way to avoid burying him alive was to follow the Knights Commander.
All that remained in Uro were the Speaker's other bodies and the Acting Speaker sitting down.
Summer sun falls, the King's Capital at noon.
I didn't see a herbivore the other day, and I'm headed to the knight hangar today.
(World Tree hey)
Zalatan told me last night that the herbal tree in the garden had emerged to the World Tree. I was very surprised and worried about what was to come, but the answer that came out was' No Impact '.
"Deliver the potion, ride the Alliance Knight, and go to the whorehouse with the money you earn"
Nowhere in this life cycle do the world trees come in.
(Well, it looks like it's not just going to be one bottle, and will you work hard on the guy who grew up outside of our garden)
That helped me tremendously. He says he lives easy because of it, but he doesn't give a shit about one in the world.
We just arrived, so we just went to the herbivore mechanic. The young man with the thin line was glittering with a wand (rifle) that was ten meters long, placed on the floor.
"Hi Mr. Tauro. He said it went well, most importantly."
When you notice me, you smile.
I figured the question would continue after that, but I'm not coming. It is a reaction similar to that of Grandpa Goblin.
(It's okay not to be asked what's hard to answer.)
Behavior that I dare not touch makes me feel like a 'patient who is not informed that she is seriously ill'.
But I'm not going to dig a grave here, so I decided to change my mind.
"I hurt my wand (rifle). I'm sorry."
Make an apology for being here to see you, bending your hips at right angles. Raising his head, the herbivore mechanic scratches his head after shrugging his shoulders.
"No, 'cause I'm used to it"
Fortunately, they say there's no damage to the core area. This wand (rifle) is old and too simple to repair.
This is my favorite weapon I'm used to using, so my breath of relief leaks unexpectedly. Look at me like that, the herbivore mechanic makes one suggestion.
"Because of this, why don't you turn it into a weapon of today?
By now, I mean something full of auxiliary magic formations. Some of them can change their attacking magic attributes.
Shake your hands and head down, left or right, to me to say no, and carry on the words with a voice similar to a sigh.
"I'd rather not have anything extra,"
Improve your magic efficiency a little bit. Let's make it easier to use. The crystal of the efforts of the engineers who aimed for it is the auxiliary magic formation.
Some will stab you in the heart if you treat it as' extra ', which is also where your arms swing.
You felt awkward at some silence, the herbivore mechanic came swinging a different topic.
"I went to the whorehouse last night, right? You've been invited to Thanksgiving."
If you ask me anything, it's a regular meeting held jointly by a junior whorehouse. It's usually a whisper that doesn't even go up in people's mouths, but this time it seems different.
"He said it came with a big mouth sponsor. Sounds like the purpose of advertising the toys we manufacture and sell."
Giving money is' Wind Clouds in the Industry '. And a toy is a short wand (wand) with arrows of light and a vibrating thumbstick.
I played at a whorehouse a few times at the end of the century too, but it's good to have a thrill.
"Sounds interesting."
When he sounds envious, the herbivore mechanic returns the words with a grin.
"There's a familiar store, isn't there? Something about that uniform. I'm sure you have a voice."
"Uniform store. I'll have all my uniforms. Come on, you too, now, uniform, conquer! 'I guess so. That's not unlikely.
Black tights junior on ponytail, pretty well through.
"Right. I'm going to go."
Originally, I was thinking of going for a peek at the ponytail schedule.
At goodbye, present an overbought emergency meal in the cockpit. As I thank you, I have a bitter smile on my mouth.
"I'm not staying up all night."
I guess that means you don't need a night meal.
The reddish complexion appeared in the neighborhood under my eyes that I had recently lost sight of. far healthier than before.
You've become familiar and concerned, no mustaches or letting him sleep.
(If it changes, it changes.)
Me and the guild chiefs kept working hard, no matter how much I encouraged them. I didn't know that would change this far.
(The power of women is truly great)
I realized that I was going to make it.
When I left the knight hangar near the east gate, I proceeded west on the boulevard lined with shops and crossed Central Square. Enter the back of the pleasure zone.
He then set foot in the ambitious building where he was looking for a flashy sign.
"I've been waiting for you"
As soon as he shows up in the lobby, he gets a greeting from an older concierge. Besides, the word isn't 'Welcome', it's 'I've been waiting for you'.
(This is still an invitation to Thanksgiving)
With my cheeks loose, I sit back on the fabric sofa in the lobby corner as recommended.
But what the concierge sitting in the front said was, 'I want you to help me as a prize for the event'.
Seeking a more detailed explanation, he said, 'I want to thank the winner for the woman who raised her to the brink of an explosion with a massage'.
"I don't mind that, but can't you compete as an athlete?
When I ask him, he bows his head deeply with his sorry face. The name of Doctor Slime is too heavy for anything, and the other participants will consign it.
"To the grass race, the riders of the World Championships are in the game for real"
It looks like it's going to be like that.
(Me, I'm not strong enough)
Unlike when we rode the old lady, we all had the same range. And I can't manoeuvre with a hover.
At the end of the century, when it comes to my performance in a whorehouse, I'm a crowd. Strangely strong is Santa Claus' deputy guild length.
But before the name value and the dyed image, I guess some facts and so on will be undone.
"If that's the case, you can't help it."
Me dropping my shoulders and accepting as I exhaled loudly.
Let's hope for "watching games in special seats" and "special consideration for me from participating stores".
Especially "Special consideration for me from participating stores" is very comforting because they say they will be on their side when something happens in the future.
(Because of this, I guess I'll wear a golden mask too)
This time, it's a sight to behold as a doctor slime.
If you are too notorious to participate as an athlete, on the contrary, it would be more exciting to stand out with a flashy presence.
Finished the conversation, I headed to the counter and made a note of Ponytail's available date for work. Just then I discovered a black tight junior coming down the stairs after playing.
"I'd like her today, please"
By making an immediate nomination, I won't let you go back to the barn or sit on the chick stand.
"Lord Instructor. Could you give me a break?"
When you hold a luxurious hand in front of the counter, you can see that your temperature has not yet dropped. His breath was rough, and his knees were shaking slightly.
I'm sure you've been fighting a pretty strong opponent.
"Fool! This is where the enemy is going to get tired. You must know the horrors of a corrugated attack."
Poor-bodied girl with a big head who holds a strong light in her eyes and opens her mouth with a serious expression in my words.
On the other side of the counter, the older concierge laughs at Nico.
"Okay! Please mentor me."
Same sports club system, really fine. Pull your hand off the mellow black tights and go up the stairs to the second floor.
And soon, a mock battle began that turned the bed into a battlefield.
"What do you say? How many times have you been killed before?
"... three times. Lord Instructor."
You've decided to push me out of my lower section, black tights that violently ripple my body in uniform. Even in that state, the answer to my question would be just the guts.
"How many rides did you defeat?"
"Zero."
Answer the mouth saliva with your sleeves as you lay on your back. The finish of the previous customer is indelible. She opens up immediately after the start.
"Don't think you can finish without defeating a single horse."
"Ha, ha!
Me, who keeps blaming you with caution so that your black tights consciousness doesn't fly.
The ratio of shot down to shot down (Kirlesio) on this day is five to one. The second time I let go of her trembling, I ended my training.