Lord of the Skill

The dawn of war

Bang!!!

At the sound of the door opening, Artis Karesh looks down in surprise.

“ ……!!! ”

Then, with a trembling voice, he welcomed a guest who had waited with a hesitant mind.

“No, Master. ”

Kneeling with a solemn expression, the feeble figure takes off the snow-covered cloak.

“The seven elders have all been destroyed. ”

Heatless showed Artis Karesh the staff recovered from the body and the dagger Kalnere used.

“This is the proof. ”

The Great Sword in front of you.

It was a stranger I could never know.

It was used by the teachers who taught themselves before the Sunrise Festival.

“You can use this if you need to. ”

“Really?"

“Of course.”

“No…… the seven elders were annihilated. ”

Artis Karesh didn't feel real despite his feverish words.

The monsters who acknowledged and thought that Darhorn was sealed and that there was no one left to oppose.

[I guarantee it.]

At that moment, the room darkens and I feel powerful magic.

“ ……!! ”

Artis Karesh turns his head in a hurry.

Rich looks like he's wearing an old robe that doesn't fit at all with the Holy Sunrise Festival, and he picks up the sword he left on the table without even knowing it.

“Calm down and take a good look. ”

“…… Yes? ”

[Are you pointing a sword at your teacher?]

“Stop, no way. ”

Then Artis Karesh slowly appeared with a foggy face above the skeleton-like face.

“Weh... well Bahar. ”

His teacher, who he thought had died a long time ago, now appeared in front of him. That's because it became rich.

[Short speech. I asked you to hold the Sunrise Festival to prevent me, Darhorn, from going crazy, but I couldn't do it properly.]

“I'm sorry. ”

“So are you. Behave like a contracted summoner. You are no longer a member of the Senate or a person. Don't talk about human matters. ”

[Hmmm... You speak well.]

Well-Bahar disappears into the darkness with the smoke in his feeble words.

“This...... is what happened? ”

“Long story. You need to do more than that from now on. ”

“What is it? ”

“Summon the best magical combat wizards in Sunrise. And find traces of Elves all over the continent. ”

“Elves? They're long gone, aren't they? ”

Artis Karesh looks a little surprised at the unexpected name.

“It won't be easy. Moreover, if you encounter one, tell them not to fight, but only to report their location. ”

“Mmm-hmm, got it. ”

“And one more thing. I want to leave this child to you. ”

“Yes?”

A little boy standing next to a fever.

There were so many surprises that Artis Karesh could finally give her eyes.

“This child spent the pure gold he received from me. ”

“What do you mean? It can only be done once. I can't make any more... ”

Artis Karesh shouted as if he could not keep his mouth shut.

“That's why I'm leaving Jiang Choo to you. Teach that kid alchemy. And make new pure gold. Maybe they make something a lot bigger than your golden heart. ”

“…… Hurrah. ”

Artis Karesh stares at the little boy standing in front of him.

He was unbelievable to think that a child who looked at most 15 years old could excel himself.

“Jiang Shu, show him the Cube. ”

Tak.

A small box from your chest.

“A magical control device made by that child using pure gold. Self-advised to make something similar to your golden heart, but unlike the golden heart, it is made purely of alchemy and engineering. ”

“This is……. ”

Artis Karesh couldn't hide his surprise while looking at the box made by Jion Choo.

“I'm not just teaching you alchemy. With Artie and Jiong Shu, we will be able to improve Guanghui soldiers even more than we are now. ”

Pension, Wear and Engineering.

Infinity wanted to combine these three to create a completely new soldier that had never been seen before.

“Can you do that? ”

“…… You mean he really made this? I can't help but look at this. ”

Artis Karesh looked at the Cube made by Jion Shu and felt an unprecedented amount of enthusiasm.

“Jiang Shu, take good care of me. Everything you've built will be of great help in the future. Just like you saved my life. ”

“Yes, sir. ”

Looking at the child nodding his head, he smiled lightly and stroked his head once.

“And…. ”

Heatless looks at Artis Karesh for a moment and thinks:

The Magma Agma I met in the Great Blood Cave.

The Eight Demon Generals who fought in the vines that were created on Trammel, Azazel.

And last but not least, to Wignarr, the guardian of Elvenheim, who was encountered by the Gray Principal.

The people you were supposed to meet in the War of the Races were already on the move at Seven Thorns.

Apart from the regression, he thought it was clear that there was a hidden history of continents he did not know.

He also thought the secret clue would be in here.

“Among the books stored in the ivory tower, there will be a book called 'The Book of Roan.’ Give it to me. ”

* * *

[I feel like I'm doing my homework.]

“You sow a lot, you reap it. ”

[I mean, I'm in a rush. I'm fine.]

At Kungen's words, feverish smiles.

“Now you know how to joke. ”

[Hmmm...... I'm just saying I'm afraid you're going to lose your job. 'Cause if you don't get the animosity, that's bullshit.]

“Don't worry. That's not gonna happen. Most of all, it's the power I need. ”

Even though it was bitter, the feeble mind has been in a hurry ever since I met Wignarr.

[Advice from my experience. I moved fast, too, and I failed.]

“I'll keep that in mind.”

uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu

Tsuzuz…….

You dip your hand in the fountain of vision, and a white smoke rises up like mist.

As I stir my hands into the boiling spring, I slowly start to think of the ice claws that were sleeping under the surface.

“It would have been better for us if Well-Bahar hadn't died as Rich. Without him, I would never have seen this sword again to control the magic of the spring of vision. ”

[Hmph, silly woman was beaten by a human. I just hate it when I have to see my ugly face again.]

One of the four great spiritual kings.

An Eternal Sea Queen sealed in ice claws.

Kungen reminds himself of her who sealed herself on the rocks beneath him.

Knng.

Heatless grabs the handle of the ice claw.

Ironically, at the time of the death of all seven members of the Senate, the contract of infinity and well Bahar was the trigger to discover the magic of the unknown Senate.

‘You're right. The Gray Principal modeled after the Elves' building in Albenheim. The same is true of the Spring of Vision. ’

After Wignarr's disappearance, the gray principal was able to hear their message from Wells Bahar.

‘It's dangerous enough to blow up the continent if you touch it wrong, but as far as Elf magic is concerned, there's nothing safer. It is surprisingly simple to stabilize the magic of the Spring of Vision. Someone has to take over what Aln Javius has done so far. ’

Heatless slowly closed his eyes and said.

“We're ready. ”

[Yes.]

A voice in the dark.

Aln Jabius himself was sacrificed to stabilize the fountain of vision.

And now there was someone who could do it forever.

It was, well Bahar.

[Hey, you. I told you not to get involved with Humans. Now you know it's human work after all, right?]

“You reap what you sow. Don't let the humans get away with what you fought for. ”

[Khl...... You don't speak softly once. I can't believe I'm supposed to be the owner of something like that.]

He smiles with a scraping iron voice, but somehow he doesn't seem to be averse to this feeble attitude.

“You must be lonely.”

Heatless looked around for a moment.

[Hmph, loneliness to me is just clothes. I've spent my whole life working magic, but there's no better place than here.]

Wells Bahar slowly walks over the surface.

The magic of the infiltrating water began to envelop his body.

[Let's see how far you can go, Ganggang-ryeol.]

Woohoo...

The moment Sam's sacrifice is exchanged.

The day shivers as if the ice claws in the water were happy to find freedom.

He looks at the blue sword and says in a blazing voice.

“You'd need an animisty to break the seal, too. We won't be needing it yet. ”

[Knng, are you really going to let her go?]

“Of course.”

[…….]

“Phew.”

Heatless felt more curious as he was called the Thunder Monarch of the underworld.

[Are you going back now? Maybe we can get to Trammel before his men do.]

“No, I have one more stop to make. ”

[…… hmm?]

“I have a gift for you to take to Trammel. ”

[Grrrrrrr...!!!]]

Heatless ice claws fill the waist horizontally and jump lightly over the head of the flame surge.

“I'm going to the Moran Meadow. ”

* * *

Shhhhh!!!

The sound of a wave blasting through sharp air erupts.

Unlike the thunder, the flying arrow pierces the monster's neck without a sound.

“Queek……! ”

Shaveliger, a class A monster called the Great Plains Beacon, collapses without even screaming properly.

Immediate death.

Despite the fact that he was not at speed among the four-legged monsters, the flying arrow did not give him a chance to flee.

Mate, mate, mate.

“ ……!!! ”

The man who thought he was alone by the sudden sound of applause looked back in anger.

“The archery of the Archers is indeed excellent. ”

And that surprise turned into gladness.

A dazzling red bow reminiscent of the fangs of a beast.

The protest, which was made out of the fur of the White Lorbrook, never seems to break.

“Heatless. ”

“You completed the quest as expected. How's that for a half bow? ”

“Thanks. Long time no see. ”

Continental Three Bows.

Kang Gun-woo bowed his head when he saw the heat.

“I thought you'd come some day because of the bargaining. Did everything go well in the Frost Plateau? ”

He had already anticipated what causes fever to come to the savanna.

“You don't need another explanation. ”

Heatless nods.

“Kang Gun-woo.”

“Yes.”

He waits for a feeble word.

“Help me. An alliance with the Archer has been formed. ”

It took me a while.

Kang Gun-woo reminded me of the time when he hunted Lorbrook in the Frostplateau.

Because for the first time in his life, he found someone at Seven Thorns who wanted to surrender himself again.

Prepare for war on the throne.

The five Southern families.

The Seven Kingdoms in the North.

Sunrise Festival and Immortality.

And the last of them.

He said as if he was waiting for the fever to settle, holding out his hand.

“I'll follow.”

Slowly sunset prairies.

The red sky reminds me of the blood of the battlefield.