It was such a sight that it should not be done except as a ravage.

Screams and yells, and crushing sounds. I swallow and cry even though it's a battlefield, and sometimes even scream for help to split heaven.

The army of Arxia who butcher the Lindar soldiers who were camped, indiscriminately, neither armed nor otherwise. Needless to say, the leaders are the knights of Yugfena.

The king's army, which follows as well as noon, steps all that remains. It's like opening a field or something.

Nevertheless, this one is no different from the riverbank. Explosions using Mefri's abilities have led him to board a large ship with a large hole in the bottom of the ship, vandalizing and destroying the ship all he wants. If you miss the escape, you can capture it, throw it in the river, or you can kill it. If the ship breaks to the point where it can no longer float completely in the water, escape and proceed to the next ship.

Once that's done destroying all six ships, get out of the river and go up the river.

"All right, pour it in"

"Ha!"

Apparently, Weegraff's massive behavior was still going on, pouring the contents of the barrel he had prepared into the river. That liquid, lighter than water, runs with a membrane stretched over the water. I don't think it's the earliest story, but it's oil.

The barrel itself, which was all oiled with no push, was also quickly dismantled and flushed into the river, and the bottom preparation is complete.

"You're done, huh? Then back off. Fire! Fire! Fire!

Soldiers fire arrows on barrel fragments. It's difficult for the Cardians to train their bows on a daily basis to hit a flowing goal, but still, the guys who are good at bows made me hit quite a bit.

On the day when it was burning, it would move to an oil-stained barrel, and the fire would ignite the oil stretched out on the surface of the river.

If that happens, the later is early. With the soldiers the rare sight of fire spreading like licking over water, even during the match, "Ooh!" "Wow!" and so on whispered and watched.

... So much so that this night's war was one-sided.

The ship, which was almost rubble, burned, and the survivors of Lindar's soldiers, who had lost their way out, threw their weapons one after the other and began to fly the white flag.

It's a complete loss of will. Neither did the badly given up Lindar army seem to even think about soaking up a formation of leftovers on a burning river in this devastating situation of boulders.

"God be with us!" said Arxia. "I hear a kai song.

Wow, the soldiers cheered.

"We won! This is the end of this war! Again, my hall lady picks up 'Win'!

Azir, who was right next door, also shouted in a momentum as if there had been no day and night marches or battle fatigue.

... I don't think I have much to do with winning or losing this match or the war itself. Though I will not put this in my mouth because it is too uncharacteristic to say it now, immersed in the joy of victory.

For the match, all the maneuvers were made by Weegraf, and everything he needed was prepared. I think I succeeded in the operation without deficiencies, but I only ordered this, and it was the soldiers who worked.

The war itself sold its name quite a bit, but it should not affect victory or defeat itself. It would be to the extent that there were more pawns and more range of tactics.

Even if I wasn't there, the fear and pressure placed on enemy soldiers would not have changed so much more than Elgnard, the Knight of Yugfena, the Knight of the Laurenzorel family, etc. feared more than I did before.

... Well, as far as I'm concerned, I felt good.

I am well aware that some parts have been overdone. I'm going to stay here until I die, too, scattering things I wonder about humanely.

But I still feel refreshed when I think of my original first line, which has been turned into "nothing", to have broken the thought of the war of the Denzels.

I know it's close to eight.

"Shall we raise ourselves to Di Roe Das, Master Hall?"

Calvin, who was standing by the riverbank and leading the troops who were protecting the oil barrels, speaks softly.

Oh right, I nod and stroke Vedvoca's neck, which until then had put up with the soldiers surrounding me still, and sometimes I get off its back wondering if I would walk home with the soldiers.

I was going to, was.

But all of a sudden, the tilted body was pulled back to its silver snake-like tail, and the world swayed greatly at the next moment. Vedowoka jumped off the scene.

"─ Huh,"

Too abrupt a werewolf dragon move, I didn't know what happened for a moment.

Mefri, who was aboard, screams and clings to Vedvoca's neck.

What flew in a straight line from the sky to where I and Vedowoka were just before shows up in the field of vision.

Oh, you avoided that... first recognize it with a shaky shock and a dull, painful head.

"─ Huh Azir, Calvin!!

That's how I finally notice those two people standing at my side, lying on the ground at the foot of 'It'.

Kurrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr, and 'it' sound so softly and gracefully out of place.

Beautiful by the mysterious, golden giant bird - a word my confused head managed to twist out to describe what had suddenly flown to the occasion.