It's Munchkin Healer

“Little fella, you okay? The waves are dangerous. We cannot win. ”

“You're right. Dragon was bad. Little friend might die. ”

“It was bad.”

“I let them die knowing. ”

The surrounding spies mutter.

But there was no dragon's answer.

I focused on what I was going to do, spurting a blaze of red gunfire.

Guaguava!!!

The red beast swallows the anvil.

After a long time, the spear did not melt. Rather, it melted the iron plate around it and smoked a dizzy porcupine.

“Phew!!! ”

Guaguava!!!

The dragon breathed and vomited flames again.

The broken end of the spear leaks yellow iron, and without missing it, it changes into a dwarf shape and swings a hammer.

Kick!

The dragon strikes the hammer with the dwarf's forearm.

A flame splashes through the heated section and bends slowly along his hand.

Kick!

The hammer touched me with a red cross section.

Kick!

Every single blow, the metal gets thinner.

“Hehe!”

Kick!

When the shape of the cyclops changes, the thinner sections clump together.

It was a moment when the broken spear came back together.

“Hrrrgh!!! ”

Guaguava!!!

The dragon vomited fire once more.

Even the Cyclops could not speak in this manner.

At first, I thought I sent you here to kill Sid, but this isn't for the dead.

“Is it level? It doesn't look right to me. ”

“Temperature control. Material spoils.”

“If it's hot, it's no use. Control the fire."

“Careful what you hammer. It's not just about strength. ”

“Oh, that's not how you do it. ”

“Knock harder. What have you done for a thousand years, 용용이. ”

The Cyclops who soaked their feet in iron water taught me.

The area of iron was widened by dragon heat, but this much heat was not a problem for the Cyclops who could withstand lava.

“Cough, cough! Shut up, you guys! Who told you to teach body work? You want to die? ”

The fire-breathing dragon screams.

It was a big deal for him to let out this amount of blindness.

The Cyclops stared at this figure with their eyes wide open.

“Hmmm. Dragon. Is he okay, by the way? ”

At that moment, the blue arm, which was slightly apart, bites.

The dwarf can't get close to the heat of melting steel.

“You've been quiet all this time. He won't care about killing the Mother Earth. Did you like him? Is that why you're fixing the spear? ”

A dwarf frowns at the heat.

The dragon changed its appearance and sat in the anvil.

Smoke rose from the burning anvil, but it was no problem for the original dragon.

“Phew, aren't you the one who liked it? You taught me how to fix the spear. You sent it to me. ”

“Knng. I like that. I liked his spear. I don't like the first guy I've seen today. I've seen enough. ”

The dwarf grunts with his arms crossed.

This is what the Cyclops looked like.

“Blue arms are shy. I liked my little friend. ”

“Did you see me tell you not to go? It was almost tearful.”

“We liked it too. Nothing to be ashamed of. ”

“It stings, dwarf. ”

“Poetry, shut up! Who's shy, you one-eyed naysayers! ”

The dwarves have spoken from the Cyclops.

But this was true.

For a dwarf who reads the memory of the window, Sid's past is seen as a drama.

“You must have seen it, too. The memory of the window.”

The dragon took a breath for a moment.

The dwarf frowns and puckers his lips.

“You saw it, too. Apparently.”

“Then I see. The way he came. The way he's been. I've seen it, and I can't just stand by and do nothing. ”

“And yet it's mine? To the monster?”

“I'm not dying. I'm fixing it because I'm not dead. ”

Huff!

The short answer came back to the shape of the dragon.

Then a red flame gushed out and swallowed the anvil.

Thump! Thump!

The dragon has been focused on repairing the spear for some time.

There were no Dwarves or Cyclops involved in the serious scene, and the blacksmith carefully observed the work of the dragon.

“Phew!”

Cheers!

The dragon cools its red spear by gushing cold air.

There are still ugly seams on both ends, but you slowly regain your appearance as the hammer hits.

“I don't like sacraments. Aren't you?”

The flaming dragon bites.

The scavengers nod one by one.

“A sacred factory product. Crazy artisan.”

“Yong Yong says the same thing as a blacksmith. ”

“A thousand years of academy dragon poetry. We Yong grew up. ”

“Dismissed. I'm happy for you, Quiclopes. ”

“By the way, with the nagging. Knng.”

The dragon snorts and laughs.

It was a small breath, but a red flame! Rise and fall.

“Now I can see the song you're talking about. It's been a thousand years since I tapped iron. I think I just opened my eyes. ”

The dragon looks down at the red burning window.

What the Blue Armed Dwarf said was "memory."

The blacksmiths here were traces of what they called a "song."

“Now you're telling me the same thing. Every time, he criticizes his work for a hobby. ”

The dwarf with his arms around his mouth twitches.

The dragon gazes at the spear above the anvil.

The eyes that watch the flames glow red and gold.

“The memory of armor singing. When you're with an owner, it's a myth, and you train yourself to be something better. That's it. This window. ”

“That spear was never his thing. There was a real connection, but it was just a relationship. ”

“But we had many moments together. I didn't tell him, but he opened up slowly. I will serve him as my master. As he grows, so will he. ”

The dragon and dwarf said.

The dragon cooled the spear with cold air and iron.

When cooled by cold, I quickly tapped the spear to help it become hard, and when cooled by iron, I helped it to show off its potential by straightening its bent surface.

This was the soul of the blacksmith.

To lift the souls of iron and awaken the memories of equipment.

The blacksmiths used to call the memories‘ songs’, and even the dragons that started as hobbies could now hear them.

Kick!

“The spear sings. His master will return. ”

Kick!

“I'm happy to endure it. The song of fire and hammer. ”

Kick!

“When the master returns, he says he will serve you wholly. ”

Kick!

“This is the joy of a blacksmith. 용용이 is smiling. ”

The Cyclops say with the sound of a hammer.

The dragon sings a nostril and swings a hammer.

It sounded like a harmony.

The blacksmiths sing, the hammers talk.

It was a blacksmith technique that began as a hobby, but now it was a song of a hammer that can be enjoyed as a single blacksmith.

* * *

“Come on, everybody in! The sun will set soon! Good work again today!”

“Well done!”

“Well done!”

“Let's eat, Bob! ”

A number of dwarves entered through a semi-open iron gate.

The Dwarf captain who met Sid was leading them. ’

The dwarves who finished their duties under the captain's command return and mutter amongst themselves, reminiscing about what happened this morning.

“Huh?"

On the contrary, there was a figure who was leaving the city.

It was Sid who broke through the gate this morning.

“What? Where are you going? At this hour.”

The supervisor who blocked the road asked.

Sid looks at his face and smiles brightly.

It was so intense that I couldn't forget it.

“We're done talking to the dragon inside. I'm going out.”

“What? The dragon didn't tell you? What happens at night? ”

“I know. I know. I know. I'm out. Let's go, let's go. ”

Sid gestures annoyingly and urges the captain.

The captain tries to shoot Sid in the face.

I neglected Sid as the dragon and craftsman intended, but I was not pleased with the outsiders who acted on their own terms.

“If you leave now, it won't open until sunrise. Did you make a bet with the dragon? You said you'd do something for me if I stayed the night? ”

“Hang in there. We're going to kill the Mother Earth. ”

“The Goddess of Earth...! ”

The captain is surprised at what Sid says.

The captain wasn't the only one who heard this, but he left in a hurry, as if they hadn't.

“Well, good. There's no reason to stop him from dying out loud. Anyway, even if you come back, the door won't open. But don't blame us. ”

“Oh, that's not going to happen. Don't be alarmed in the morning. The monster that was tormenting you is gone. ”

“Hmph. All you had to do was talk. Go.”

“Yes.”

Sid is frustrated and out of the iron gate.

The captain watches Sid drift away.

Seeds that hang away from the hood look like stars in the dark.

“Captain! All crew members are back! Close the gates!”

The return of all dwarves is over soon.

The captain looks outside and raises his pickaxe.

“All right, everybody, good job! Closed!”

“Closed!”

Queek! Ku-kunk... Ku-kunk...

Following the captain's words, the huge iron gate closes.

As the half-opened door closed, only the previous small passageway remained, and the last remaining dwarves entered along the passageway.

“Is Gaian going to be okay? I think I'm gonna die. ”

“You brought this on yourself. Go inside.”

“Yep.”

After speaking, the dwarf enters the passageway.

The captain hasn't left the darkness for a while.

All four Dwarves killed by the waves today.

It was one of the daily routines since coming here, but the sadness of losing colleagues was not readily adapted.

‘If you really kill that monster.... ’

Tongue!

The captain slams the locked door.

Every time a dwarf enters, he repeats that the passageway is closed and opened. Everyone is wary of the dwarves trying to prevent the wave from entering.

Slow down...

“Huh?"

At that moment, a terrifying liquid touched his neck.

Scared of realizing the defect, the liquid wrapped around the captain's nose and mouth, wrapping around his arms and legs and preventing him from resisting.

‘How...! ’

Suddenly, I felt embarrassed by the captain's eyes.

And the location of the mucus caught his eye.

Top of the ceiling connected to the iron door.

There was mucus waiting for all the lights to go out and the vigilant men to disappear, and at the same time the captain was left alone, his attack began.

‘No... Don't open it! ’

The leader resists in horror.

But my body wouldn't budge.

This hasn't happened in a while.

I couldn't understand how they set this trap.

Soon, a small passageway opened up, following the captain's signal.

The mucus was about to pass through the passageway with the captain wrapped around it.

‘Hnng……! ’

“…… oh, no! Seal the corridor! ”

The captain, who pulled out the mucus, shouts.

I swallowed some mucus to open my mouth, but I couldn't afford to worry about it.

“Bars, captain? ”

“Ugh…! ”

“The waves! The waves have passed! ”

Slow down...

The mucus that had passed through the passageway was revealed.

Some of the mucus was cut off by a late-closed passageway, but the mucus only entered the city.

The black and round look resembled the undead slime I saw in Jefetto's lab.

“Ugh...! Seal the firewalls! We need to minimize the damage! Come on!"

“Shhh!”

The chain is cut with the captain's horse.

Queek, queek!

At the same time, a huge wall of iron blocked the city.

It appears to be the last line of defense for when the iron gate is breached, and the dwarves trapped in the line grip the pickaxe with their whitened faces.

“Cough, cough! Damn it…. You horrible monster! Swallow us! Swallow us and mourn the brothers inside! Someday the true death will come to you. Even if it's not today, someday you'll be happy.... ”

Slow down...

“Captain!"

The captain is absorbed into the mucus without leaving a last word.

Then there was the slime attack.

Mucus squirts out tentacles like an octopus and grabs the runaway dwarves. It starts pounding on solid iron walls.

Bang, bang!

“Heeeeek!”

“Hehehehe!”

The dwarves on the inside shudder with heavy shock.

Bang! Hood...

However, the firewall was not complete.

The gap between iron and rock begins to open.

“Oh, no! ”

“Oh, my God! Everyone run! Run inside!”

“Grrrgh!!! ”

Tons of Dwarves have escaped.

“ ……. ”

“Huh?"

“It's quiet.”

The sound of banging on the iron door seemed to resonate for a while.

Kugu... Kuaak!

“Rrrrgh! Firewall breached! ”

“Run!”

“Hehe!”

The raid has begun in a few gaps.

It was at the beginning of a terrible invasion in a city that had not been invaded for centuries.

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