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Rekan, reflexively, drew the Comet Slash to defend himself.
The blue fireball exploded as it hit the magic blade of the "Comet Slash", getting started and re-orbiting, flying to the right rear of Lecan.
Even though it wasn't a direct hit, Lekan remembered the feeling of being glanced at.
If you hit it right, it's an instant death attack.
Rekan jumped back.
The White Flaming Wolf made a breathtaking gesture, then opened his mouth.
In my mouth, the blue and white flames are fluttering.
(Probably a blue and white fireball throwing up from his mouth is a good offense for this guy)
(You're gonna stab me with your favorite magic)
A white flaming wolf threw up a blue fireball, showing her a heartbreaking slack.
Recan took it from the front.
In Comet Slash.
And I struck straight back.
The blue fireball exploded in collision with the "Comet Slash" and was started back and hit directly in the face of the White Flaming Wolf.
Gawn!
It's a white flaming wolf scream. I've heard it before, but this time the scream is huge. I guess that worked.
White flame wolves don't move. Smoke is rising from my face when I blurt. His face is burnt black, and his golden eyes shine a different light.
And the white flaming wolf distorted his mouth.
I laughed.
I didn't know wolves were funny until this moment.
It's a brutal, fierce laugh.
The White Flame Wolf disappeared as it was.
The night forest restored tranquility, and the pressure that left Lecan alone disappeared.
Lekan broke herself and took a rough breath as she saw that she was about to collapse.
No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.
My hands are snug with cold sweat.
When I took out the water bottle from "Storage" and drank the water, sweat erupted from my forehead and body.
As her breathing settled after a while, Lekan was remembering a conversation she had once had with Sheila.
"Oh boy. Well, you have no choice. You're so busy. You're gonna be seared by the fire."
"What, what's that?
"It's an old story. A traveler runs into a firewolf (banger), or a wolf (jer) wearing a flame (banger) in the woods, and burns and eats a firewolf with the fire he made the firewolf light."
"Is there a warcraft called the Flaming Wolf?"
"That way. It's not a warcraft. Divine beast. Correctly, it's not a flaming wolf, it's a white flaming wolf (Sulvanje). No one has actually seen it. That's just the legend."
It's a legend, Sheila said, but it's probably based on what actually happened.
There were once adventurers who fought the White Flame Wolf and retreated. I don't know how, but strike back at the White Flame Wolf's own attack.
But then did the adventurer defeat the White Flame Wolf and eat its flesh?
(by analogy of what I ate)
(Maybe that means I ate strength)
(I'll eat him someday too)
(But the White Flame Wolf)
(How did you know where I was?
How can the Lord of the Labyrinth appear on earth in the first place?
I've never even heard of that.
But the old story of a traveler meeting a white flame wolf also seems to represent the appearance of a white flame wolf on the ground as well.
(And now what?)
(Is that a different individual from the one we met in the labyrinth?
Then it fits the reason for once.
But Lecan's intuition doesn't believe that logic.
That's that white flaming wolf we met at the Palsimo Labyrinth.
But didn't that individual defeat you?
Then even if it reappears, it's already another individual, and there's no way he has the memory of the previous individual.
In any case, the White Flame Wolf came suddenly under Lecan, who defeated the White Flame Wolf in the Palsimo Labyrinth. There is no way this is a coincidence. Anyway, the White Flame Wolf is so rare now that no one has actually seen it.
Wait.
Recan remembered that there was white flame wolf fur in his "storage".
(Is that it?
(Is that the fur?
Didn't the white flame wolf show up earlier, marking that fur? That's what I came up with. I have no particular basis, but the more I think about it, the more I feel it's right.
My aunt gave her fur to Lecan too easily.
At that time, the fur was full of desire, so I couldn't think that far, but I thought a lot about it later.
The White Flame Wolf is a special god beast for an aunt who lives in Palsimo. He is the patron saint of the Palsimo Labyrinth. Even if not, it should have been the most attractive material for my aunt, the researcher. The fur, oh, gave me a light recan.
In the first place, my aunt was surprised when the White Flaming Wolf appeared, but later she accepted the fact. He even asked Arios for his opinion as to whether there were any conditions for the Lord of the Labyrinth turning into a white flaming wolf.
Perhaps the Morpheus family had some form of legend of the White Flame Wolf. And when I had the fur I got, it was telling me that something bad was going to happen. Something bad, for example, about being targeted by a resurrected white flame wolf. So fortunately for this, didn't you entrust the fur to Lecan?
I knew she was an old woman who wasn't going to be a glimmer, but maybe she got stuck.
Next time you go to Palsimo, you have to ask.
And I have someone in voca who needs to ask you the same thing.