It's all one flower.

Growing branched leaf ceilings hide the morning sky.

Like the last time, demon soldier Rubel had solidified himself in gear disguised as a civilian contractor and was on a demon asthma cannon capture mission.

He walks through the Tuman Forest with Senior Ashoug, carrying a cage for capture and a knight's sword from the days of the old kingdom, as well as antidotes and spells.

Rubel is a [Flying Bee Horned Eagle (Bee Bear)] school with a defensive system at heart, and Senior Aschug is a [Singing] school that takes time to chant. What an unforgiving combination, but nothing more than obeying orders.

...... slow decision...... too late! Why didn't you tell me sooner?

Rubel, the demon soldier, was sighing (sighs) inside as he turned a vigilant eye to the surrounding young trees.

We should have deactivated Rubel's waiting list before the coup broke out and we lost contact with the government hub.

If I captured it before the Lacrimaris government exposed reports and dumped it in the Lake West region, I could push it through without knowing it.

Civilian control and doing it, and the judgment of one general alone cannot give important orders.

... I said I'd caught him by now, even though it's too late.

No more damage, but that's it.

I tried to reconsider that it would be better if I just couldn't forget, but at that time, if I was caught, my stomach ached and at the same time I remembered Mulak's face, and my throat was cramped like a stone's throw.

International criticism of the Nemoralis government is inevitable, whether it is collected by the Nemoralis army or by the Lacrimaris army.

With that press release on the border, the refugees fleeing Amitostigma will be in a worse position. To get home, Nemoralis' country can't read the future situation with a coup.

I had no idea what would happen to people who had lost their place anywhere, to Rubel, who was only a soldier.

I notice a brown, dead shrub and stop my legs.

There were worm carcasses scattered over the dead grass.

A little further away, the birds are also falling.

Along the small crawling trail, the burial of the trees continued.

Early on, the area was poisoned by wind trees. Joki had also lost quite a few leaves and had become blurred as her teeth had fallen out.

Morning light poured from among the leaves left to the extent of my apologies, and there were no miscellaneous demons around.

If you leave the carcass alone, demons will flood the nursery floor, but if you burn it normally, the poison will spread.

The only carcasses I have are insects and small animals, probably because demons have already fleshed out of this place from relatively large carcasses such as foxes.

Eating a carcass intoxicated by the poison of a wind tree is out of the question, but to the extent that it touches it a little, it's fine.

In the past, they processed poisoned trees into poison arrows and used them to exterminate warcraft. General Al Jadi taught me at the end of the order, but Rubel didn't feel like an old man.

"Our aim is to capture the array. Let the Royal Army take care of the wind trees."

"Yes."

Senior Aschug urges me to kill my footsteps and head to the target point.

Earlier [Sovereign], the demon asthma cannon was surrounded by a group of four-eyed wolves. It's bigger than a normal wolf, but it doesn't get physically swallowed whole in a demon asthma cannon today.

That gnawed body had no material to eat with or without a thousand Warcraft fangs. Will one bite eat magic, or will it fall out of the wound?

Unleash the magic stored in you and you will be a force of destruction, but you will not throw up on your own will because it is not something that was originally made as a weapon.

The command of the LORD, who made the covenant of the devil, or ate too much. There are only two reasons to throw up.

The roar of the beast arrived slightly on the wind.

The two kill their breath and ascertain the [cage of submissive demons] of West Porch. The brown vial reminded me of the iron plaid, with the spell written like a vertical stripe.

Confirm the direction of the wind and say [Enemy] again.

Rubel's gaze slips through the withered trees, through the vibrant plants ahead, and stretches into the back of the woods. Over the bushes that grew, he captured a group of four-eyed wolves and demon asthma cannons that he had seen earlier across the rocks and fallen trees.

Growing up one turn larger than the coyotes, the Warcraft shine four eyes in gold and surround the Devil's Asthma Cannon. He was roaring low and far-flung darkness the size of a large trailer.

Demon asthma cannons tremble in small pieces a dark body whose shape is uncertain whether it is frightened by a group of warcraft or swayed by the wind.

Demon soldier Rubel reported in a whisper.

"We are surrounded by a group of four-eyed wolves. The attack has not yet begun."

"How many?

"About twenty, sir."

"That's tough for both of us. Let's put up [Meteor Formation]"

Senior Aschug removed the thread roll from his chest pocket and put a piece of silver thread around his trunk.

The small size of the yarn roll handed in silence is meticulous.

Rubel saluted and threaded his footsteps sneaking out so that the Warcraft wouldn't notice him. Make it literally "far-winded" around where the demon asthma cannon is.

Senior Aschug began to cast a spell with a low voice, pressing his hand against the trunk with the silver thread tied.

If there was another person, he would have surrounded himself from the opposite direction with two yarn rolls and would have done so in half an hour. If we were more, for that matter, we would have more magic to let the silver thread go, and we wouldn't have to be forced to break through by a bunch of warcraft and demon asthma cannons.

Will the completion of the junction be in time?

Can you lock that one up?

The demon soldier Mulak was killed on his last assignment, and the health soldier Secarch was turned to the rear support of the security forces.

Inside, Rubel rolls out a silver thread and walks, twisting his neck about not distributing personnel to an important operation where the fate of the nation hangs. The yarn groping in the forest wind looked unreliable like a spider's yarn.

[Meteor Formation] is a type of junction that forbids entry and exit inside and outside surrounded by silver thread.

The phase of the existence of that person - whether it be the creatures of the world belonging to the material world, warcraft, corpses, demons belonging to the phantom world, or miscellaneous demons, wandering souls, souls belonging to the underworld, or demons, they are confined.

Regardless, something stronger than an operator can force you to break through the junction, but Senior Aschug is far more magical than Rubel. I don't know the strength of the demon asthma cannon right now, but the demon-mounted soldier Rubel threaded out believing that seniors would be trapped.

There is no movement ahead to watch in [Sovereignty]. I was in a completely glued state.

The wind changed direction, but two or three four-eyed wolves just let their noses snap, not diverting four eyes from the demon asthma cannon.

Once the procedure is complete, unless the silver thread is cut, we can stop the demon asthma cannon. If you decide on the scope of the chase, whatever it is, this time you'll be caught.

Sensing the magic of Senior Aschug, who can be caged in silver thread, Demon Soldier Rubel wished him success in his mission.