Makai Hongi

The red rat incident that happened in this village before.

Rats carrying infectious diseases were spreading through the village.

It was the Lamians who listened to me and noticed it as soon as possible.

The red rat is an abominable germ that inspired the Lamian tribe to wander.

With all the research I've been doing, that knowledge was all I had.

I got rid of the rats and didn't have to do a lot of damage.

If I don't think there was a Lamian tribe, I'm freaked out.

Residents of the demonic world are all resistant to disease.

So I guess, I feel like a lot of germs are powerful too.

The same goes for red rats.

Other than that, I hear stories from pedestrians about disappearing from village to village due to an unexplained disease.

Most people have no professional knowledge of the disease.

I can't tell the difference between the severity and mildness of the disease.

Sometimes it can be aggravated by thinking cheaply that if you sleep, it will heal, and if it is highly infectious, it spreads right across the village.

The Lamian tribe was accepted in the village at the foot because of the merit that prevented it.

I haven't seen a Lamian like that in a long time.

I went up a gentle hill to the wetlands on the high ground.

"Everybody... in the cave, I guess"

The wetlands are full of aquatic plants and cannot be seen far.

Into the wetlands, it's like a swamp from the middle of nowhere, sinking from underfoot.

And near the middle of the wetlands, it's a complete pond.

It's connected in the water with the water source in the cave.

I went into a cave.

Before proceeding to the deepest point, we found signs of the Lamia tribe.

"Hey, long time no see..."

"Kisher"

When I tried to say hello, I was doomed and alerted.

He's still a young Lamian.

Stick your hands forward and I'll show you my nails.

Why am I being threatened? In the meantime, we have to solve the misunderstanding.

"Wait a minute! I'm Goran. You remember that, right?

My voice clings to the cave.

The Lamian tribe in front of me tilted his neck and after a while he finally lifted his guard.

Nothing, he didn't know because I evolved and changed my appearance.

From the Lamian tribe, suddenly came a battle race that held massive amounts of magic vegetables in its cave.

He just came to attack me, and he's on alert.

How dare one of us threaten and the rest of us go back to get our people.

I almost got into a fight.

If you think about it, the Lamia are not connected to me.

The Lamia, who have fled other countries, are not yet subordinated to this country.

A group of so-called rootless grasses.

If you're an Auga from a village at the foot, for example, you'll know who I am even if I evolve.

Look at me and say, "Who is it? Even if I thought," If you look closely, it's connected by the orb of dominion, so I can analogize from whom.

In the case of the Lamia, I'm not a resident of this country, so it would be me, but I don't know who but I can't judge.

If the appearance changes, that alone will make it impossible to discern.

"It was helpful when I was a red rat before. You recently started a deal with the village?

"Yes. Weapons, necessary. And protective equipment."

The one who's dealing with me is the Lamian Dharmia. It's not the same as before.

Previously, other Lamians treated me the same way, but my evolution brought the relationship back to normal.

Dalmia was in charge of me from the beginning, so maybe she was pushed again this time.

Whatever, you'll be right back because you just don't understand me temporarily because of evolution.

"Is that weapon also what you got in the deal?

"Yes... beast, well hunted"

What Dalmia has is a long spear.

All in all, the Lamia look small because of their large bodies, but this is long enough not to swing around in the cave.

The Lamia thought they would fight with claws, fangs, and tightening, but if they were to hunt wildlife, weapons would be more treasured.

"Good spear."

Sometimes when you become a superior race, an iron weapon can't do damage.

This would only be a weapon for hunting.

But don't make a good weapon out of that village. I didn't know that.

The Auga rarely use weapons in the first place, so they didn't realize it.

I also have the skill to wave a weapon. As a result, many say that the Auga are "quicker to beat".

But if this is the only good weapon you can make, maybe you can create a long-spear unit just for your men.

I was thinking about that, and I could see Dalmia staring over at me.

"What's up? Something bothered you?"

"When? Evolution."

"Evolution? Oh... naturally while we're fighting on the battlefield. The Auga are easy to evolve."

For that matter, it's easy to die.

"Wait."

"Hmm?"

"Back... Called"

That's what I left out, and Dalmia went behind the cave.

"Called? To whom?"

At the break up, Dalmia had her hands on her ears.

I didn't hear anything.

Probably something high frequency.

I can't talk when I work underwater, so maybe I'm flying a sonic wave and doing a confirmation of will.

After a while, Dalmia came back.

"Discussion, over. race, will be subordinated"

"You mean the Lamia will be under my command?

"Yes."

It seems that Dalmia was called back to tell the story.

"Why all of a sudden?

"For the Race"

It is difficult to communicate with Dalmia because of the long underwater life.

I heard with guts that the Lamia were going to bury their bones in this country.

Based on his experience of being persecuted and fleeing other countries, he had carefully chosen the person to submit to.

Speaking of which, even when I first met him, he said he wanted to live quietly here.

Without being subordinate, just living there. I was asking for that permission.

I admitted it was okay, but the Lamia seemed to be trying to figure out if I or a nearby village was a trustworthy opponent during that time.

"So you made up your mind."

"Yes."

It also seems significant that it was accepted by the village at the foot through the red rat incident.

And today, when he saw me evolve, he said that his decision to go into asylum had hardened.

In retrospect, until then, I was the one meeting with the Lamia, who looked like an Auga.

Exactly. Don't you think we should join the clan under the Auga clan?

"Okay. You're welcome."

"Good."

Thus I was to be connected by an orb of dominion with all the Lamias.

"I also want to call my people in other countries"

"I don't mind."

It seems that some Lamians live lurking in the mountains, without crossing the border.

I want to call them in. I see.

And the Dalklamians.

"The Dalklamia?

That's the first race name I've heard.

"Body, big, black"

"It's also..."

Sounds like a black Lamian.

They say the torso part is long.

When living conditions change, their own species are born.

Warcraft species exist in every living environment. It would be the same as that.

"I don't care if it's the Dalklamia or whatever. If you want to live here, you can take me."

"Thanks"

From what I've heard, the Dalklamia are often persecuted everywhere, too?

The Dalklamia say 'horse swallowing' and they swallow whole horses kept in the village.

You shouldn't do that.

They can't actually swallow the whole thing, but that's how much they eat.

"I don't mind coming. If things go wrong, like the others, I won't forgive them."

If you want to play too much yancha, you can play dumb brothers and sisters.

That would make me correct the good.

Finishing my conversation with Dalmia, I spent half a day trading contracts with all the Lamian tribes by the Orb of Dominance.

In all, there were more than three hundred Ramiahs under contract.

Not more than before?

Could it have come from somewhere else?

Or were you declaring the actual number less? I don't know.

I don't pursue anything around it, but now I also have the power to fight by the Lamia.

I don't plan on going to war with anywhere, but when something happens, I'm sure it'll help.

Unless the Dalklamia cause problems......

"Call me through the village at the foot when you see someone you want later."

That's what I left behind, the Lamian village.

That's how I ended my village patrol and came home.