Living in different worlds (no chanter) - The Yufuwa Talent Dispatch Life of the Regenerating Wizard

It's been awhile since we ended our deal in Taravah and started following our way back to Turkiiba.

The earth, which was thin and snowy and bright white when it came, is also exposed to lean and reddish skin on this return journey.

The wheels of the carriage treading the stones of the ground rang giggly, and your man looked back worried.

I'm just a little nervous too because I never heard this sound on the go.

Whatever it is, they told me to buy it if there was anything unusual, so the carriage is stuffed with unusual items bought over there.

I also have a spare wheel loaded, but maybe I should have kept the buying a little less modest.

With the Gigi wheels ringing, we followed the tracks to the far horizon, and we were on the road to our homeland (Turkiiba) as we slipped and overtook other merchants and adventurers.

"Hey Pickles, how long till the next city?"

Mr. Gillen, representing the trading squad, asked as he peered into the binoculars on the roof of the carriage.

"My people, to be exact. Whatever Centaur's legs are like mine, if they're packed in a carriage, it'll take about three days."

"Nojuku again today, I miss the bath at Schenker headquarters."

With that said, Mr. Gillen smelled by pulling the chest of clothes that were somewhat different in colour than before he left.

"I can't help it, it stinks and it's the flavor of the journey."

"Oh, if I could catch a train, it would be a city to city, and I guess I wouldn't have to think about it like this."

"Well, yes, folks..."

"I... I... I..."

On my back, Bongo the Birdman who was up in the sky on reconnaissance stopped fluttering.

The stones on the tracks on the other side of the fence built on the road tremble with vibration, and out of nowhere we hear the sounds of Hyun, Hyun.

"Stop the carriage! There's a train coming!

"There's a train coming -!

"Gear up -!

I wondered if anything like red bean grains could have been seen farther away on the track, and that would quickly get bigger.

The bright red locomotive with the gold crest on its forehead approached with tremendous momentum and flew away to plunder beside us.

The sand mixed with the wind that rolled up hits my body tingly and hurts.

Trains are powerful to roll over and over again.

Fast and strong, long as an idiot.

You're supposed to be going at a speed like a flying dragon, but there's always an uninterrupted line of freight cars that follow the locomotive.

Where the hell are you carrying on a train long enough to be able to wind up such a city?

"It's amazing how many times I've seen it, this red train was built by Sawadi, wasn't it?

"No, what your husband was making was a smaller, more normative one, Pei."

"Yikes... ku... dude..."

"Yeah, please, Bongo."

Bongo, who took the throwing spear out of the mess and the carriage, stepped up into the sky with a couple of steps of help

After the train goes by, there's gonna be a warcraft caught in the sound, so we're all gonna intercept it, and Bongo's keeping an eye out of the sky to see if there's a big one coming.

"Walking bird to the east! Two!

"Noodle monkey from the west! Three!

I can almost raise my voice, but I don't even have to move if it's about a trinket anymore in this trading team.

As they slowly string on the big bow, the pushing warcraft are taken over one after the other.

After a long journey from Turkiiba to Tarababara, our minds and bodies were grinding up like military servants' sabels.

I was wondering if the big men would come this time by the warcraft that were being gently taken over. At that time, the alarm sound of Bongo, a puy, tall man, rose from the sky.

Shortly after that, a ringing noise indicating Hyoluuuuuuuuuu and West.

Turning west as I pulled three arrows out of my back, there was a giant wet weasel chasing a herd of centaurs there.

A wet weasel is the third most common giant beast around here, whose back hair is sharp and shiny like a needle, and it's called by that name because it looks like it's wet.

"One wet weasel! Pull over here!

"Oops!

"Gather from the free hand -!

Squeeze and shoot the first arrow.

The arrows that flew like crawling on the ground pierced the flank of a distant wet weasel, mixed in red with white fur.

Jizzy all over the plain!! and the low, loud squeal of the wet weasel echoes, its thick nose tip pointing this way.

The second shot pierced the base of the right forefoot.

But I couldn't stop worrying about such a small arrow, and the wet weasel rushes this way with fierce momentum.

The third shot dived into the back of his left eye.

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"Stand by!!

"Oops!

"Come on. Hey!

In about three more steps they would eat at me, and my companions in front of me made them all together.

There are only ten of them, if you avoid them a little bit.

Just a little gap to tread on.

In that gap, my spear, which I was switching from the big bow, pierced me.

A wet weasel with a spear stuck in its forehead eyeball, zip! and raised his voice, almost simultaneously, to one remaining right eyeball, Bongo's spear, which had plunged down.

Slipping his cheat leg. The guy rolled a few times as the momentum he had been running and was speared from all directions and quickly stopped moving.

"Yikes!

"Immediately out of demon crystals -! We're leaving before the blood-smelling guys get here. - Whoa!

"We'll eat walking birds later."

"Drain your blood and put it on the carriage."

As we were all doing some tequila and demolition work, we saw a bunch of Centaurs coming this way who had just fled.

Skinny herd.

A primitive bow and arrow in a primitive piercing coat.

The centaurs where I was born were dressed like that.

"That was helpful earlier! It's like the legendary Neuron, that strong bow that easily takes out that wet weasel!

"The sky of the journey is a help to each other, nothing. Yeah."

"We're nomadic and living things. I'm Larbaiter of Cairones."

"I'm Turkiiba's Pickle"

"You were attacked by a wet weasel pulled by a ground dragon where you didn't have the right number of heads, it was a real danger. Thank you for the overlap."

"Yeah, I'm fine. We'll be out of here soon."

"Which way are we headed? If I can catch up, I'll give you a heartfelt thank you at night."

"South. Be."

"All right, all right! Bye, Turkiiba pickles! Brave lady warrior, I'll see you again."

Larbaiter of Cairones waved away.

I was thinking as I watched them disappear across the hill that all these centaurs had blue hair.