It's all one flower.

Shoulder shaken, boy soldier Morph opened his eyes. Under the blurred light of [Light], Medvege puts his index finger on his lip.

Morph pulled his jaw small and woke himself up from the bench.

Everyone else is still in their dreams.

Sneaking the footsteps, the three men, Morph, Medvege and Aviace, stepped off the carrier of a mobile broadcaster Praether Missa's truck.

Footsteps descending into the dirt of the school yard tremble the air of dawn, hissing and turning.

Everyone who sleeps on the carrier doesn't move.

The three carefully killed their footsteps and headed to the village chief's house.

The village chief's wife gave up and prepared a light breakfast for me with her face.

At yesterday's operation meeting, I heard that the four-eyed wolf (Shiroku) is a group of more than ten.

Even one of them is a pain in the ass.

Everyone had a small mouth count and finished with a belly chin that didn't know what it tasted like.

Receive the magical sword that Medvege deposited with the village chief.

The [magic crystal] embedded in the pattern (s) glowed lightly.

Boy soldier Morph also receives a rifle he just serviced yesterday from the village chief's son. The village chief's wife wrapped her belt around me through the case of bullets.

The sky is completely brighter, and the groups of sparrows roar vibrantly.

At the village gate were already gathered men with farm tools.

"Regards, vigilantes. I hope you don't have to. [Jump] when you're in danger."

"If you live, you'll have the next chance."

Good luck.

With the short encouragement of the village chief and his wife, he [jumped] into fallow land adjacent to the forest.

There's already a vigilante from the village next to the east, and he's in the process of preparing for it at the behest of the hunters.

Another vigilante from the village next to the east was still invisible.

A hiding place made of luggage and straw is the sniping spot set aside for the boy soldier morph.

The vigilante mows the growing summer grass with a large sickle and gathers it in a large fork for pasture to make it a mountain. Sickles and forks glow faintly into a different light from the morning light.

The fisherman's grandfather, Aviace, told me it was a [exorcism] technique.

The remaining half cultivated the lawn mowing trail with [exorcisms] hung on it, and the thoughtfully armed vigilante slowly progresses through the fallow in pairs.

A hunter plants a red-stained borough cloth in a pile of grass. It stained the blood of strangled chickens this morning.

Previously, whenever they were attacked during real farming, they were dispatched in spot processing, but not this time.

Attract a group of warcraft and beat them here.

When Morph arrived at the placement, the fisherman's grandfather Aviace took the spell out of his pocket and cast a spell as he looked at the note.

I can't see anything in the eyes of the boy soldier, but the surgeon tells me that the magic flow shows the extent to which the [wall of true water] was built.

Grandpa drew a line to the ground with a stick and took out the next curse.

It was taught to enclose straw loaded luggage cars in triangles and leave a slight gap, only in the front of the morph. As explained, the guideline drawn by the old fisherman Aviace opens about half the adult's shoulder width in front of the morph.

The fisherman's grandfather laid down his body and went inside an invisible wall.

"When something hits, it turns blue. If you can't absorb the shock, it breaks, so when the color gets darker, be prepared to run away."

"Whoa!"

Grandpa grips the [endless bottle] and crouches in the shade of the luggage car.

Yesterday, the pharmacist (dull), taught his brother, the old fisherman, how to fight what he said he saw in a civic hospital.

"I saw you all the time during the civil unrest."

The fisherman's grandfather, who listened and whined, seemed lonely.

Two vigilantes from the village next to East also arrived.

About 80% of them line the national highway in front of fallow land with the same objects as the fisherman's grandfather, while the rest dive into the shadows of the bushes scattered dotted over fallow land.

Hunters with bows and silver arrows also turned behind a bunch of overlaid straw, and Medvege stood outside an invisible wall, close to the woods.

Two of the powerless people were given a [heat-resistant] ribbon and a [magical crystal], which is cool now. In the distance, it would look like you've tightened a matching red bowl roll.

I didn't want to use magic tools, etc., and I wasn't in a situation where I could say anything to sleep.

And the plower and the mower, and the gatherer, shall change their work in thirty minutes at a time.

The mowed grass roots are dug up and the smell of blue odor and soil reaches in the wind.

A four-eyed wolf with a good nose would have also smelled of chicken blood and a large number of humans.

The sweat, not the heat, dampened his palms, and Morph waited as he wiped his hands with his pants.

The shadows become shorter, and the black soil that has been cultivated spreads.

... only when you're waiting. How dare you not come?

A little before noon, the voice of the cicada mixed with the sound of a slight bell.

When Morph sees the national highway, the vigilantes in the two eastern neighboring villages crawl massive amounts of water into the driveway and see those who are not all there.

... Coming!

Tensions run to the vigilante on fallow land, his face turning to the woods simultaneously.

It's a [alarm] technique put up by the hunter.

To prevent the four-eyed wolf from escaping, he said the hook was on the edge of the forest and the alarm sounded divided into national highways.

Four eyes appear golden from the underwood darkness, and the sound of stepping on the falling branches rides the wind.

Juvenile soldier Morph removed his rifle safety device.

Four golden lights blind between the trees.

I don't really try to come out of the woods to see if Warcraft also has the wisdom to suspect things are different than usual.

A hunter squeezed his bow behind a bunch of straw.