"The Endless Paladin, Chapter Two: Archer of the Beast Forest."
- Fortunately, we have friends.
- Cup and shoulder.
- Let's talk about it tonight.
- Fists and fights.
- Troubleshooting, tears.
- It's a long and short road, Yuki.
- I don't share the pain.
- Fortunately, we have friends.
- Fortunately, we have friends.
"The Playing Song of the Wind God Worl"
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"Ugh...... cold"
The thin cloudy sun was in the western sky, but I don't feel the warmth when I look up.
Although not as cold as worrying about frostbite on the boulder, the twitchy stained cold was plain spicy.
As I've known since I was in the temple, the climate around here rarely snows, even in cold weather, to such an extent that it accumulates lightly.
It is still only cold and there are no signs of snow.
Pull over the cloak and even walk on the dirt along the cobbled streets.
Cobblestones are already age-degraded and convex. If you walk poorly on the road, they're going to take your legs off and it's dangerous the other way around.
"Ha..."
The exhaling breath is fluffy and white.
Again, from a common sense point of view, I wonder if departure would have been a failure in the winter.
... I left the temple less than a month after the battle with the Immortals, or Winter Solstice Day.
In other words, it is still winter.
It could be a stupid thing.
No, let's not deceive.
I think myself that it could be, or it's obviously a stupid thing to do.
But build Marie and Brad's tomb and finish the funeral.
After that, if you continue to stay in that cozy temple with Gus without doing anything...
Maybe I want to stay there. [M]
I had such concerns.
Protect Marie and Brad's grave.
I persuade Gus to live as the guardian of the Seal of the Upper King all the time.
It was a fascinating idea for me to know I shouldn't.
… but the act of pulling under the gentle tolerance of the family is the same as in previous life.
Don't act on anything.
Hold your legs.
Before this idea swells, let's move.
I thought so and forced him to leave in the middle of the winter.
………………
Nevertheless, due care is taken to avoid being hit by the climate and just drooling over it by boulders.
At worst, once we turn back to the temple, we also take into account.
He may laugh at Gus because he came out dressed up, but if he were to turn back, he wouldn't be depressed.
You just have to think it was a preliminary investigation.
All you have to do is make sure of the state of the road and where it can be used for camping and leave again in the spring.
Instead of being stuck and doing nothing, we should overlap our actions to get outside.
So now I'm a child of patience.
Walk anyway as you catch the cold.
...... Another one crossed Ichirizuka along the street.
A mile in this world is roughly 2,000 steps, he said.
The stride of an adult male step should have been between 70 and 80 centimeters, so a kilometer conversion would probably be about 1.5 kilometers.
Similarly, when adult men travel on foot, roughly 30 kilometers a day is a guide, he said.
I mean, say it here, 20 miles.
It's 2,000 steps a mile, so it would be Norma walking roughly 40,000 steps a day.
It may be easy to imagine that in a previous life there was a health method of walking 10,000 steps every day using a megameter or something, but you can walk four times that.
If you walk that far with all this luggage, it's so hard before you get used to it.
The trick is to pause properly and regularly, unload loads, etc. and improve blood flow.
... More or less every five or ten miles, there are various ruins, large and small.
A lodging town along the street or something. It would be a resting place trail.
It's made of stone. Many are decaying and crumbling, and many are burned or broken in old warfare.
Still, some things remain quite original in some places, which saves me some trouble with the camp, although I need strength checks.
To see where this stuff was developed, Marie, Gus, and Brad's lifetime society still seemed highly civilized.
Around the ancient Roman Empire comes to mind.
"So now, the collapse of the ancient Roman Empire…… and then?
It wasn't the barbarians who broke in, it was the devil... "
Then I snapped to myself that I was unlikely to be in a very pleasant situation to think of historical knowledge from my previous life.
Rome is civilized, the Middle Ages are dark times, though I also liked history and such in my previous life to the extent that I wouldn't pepper words like that just like that.
"... Still, maybe after 200 years in this situation, it's not a good idea that the human area hasn't come back this far,"
I can't walk too long on my own because I'm bored.
I've even walked around singing songs from my previous life and this world to boredom, but it's time for that to run out of stories too.
I'm probably tired of seeing the landscape, but I'll look around again.
If you look on the right hand side, there is a quite splendid river, a few hundred meters wide, quite a distance from the street.
The surrounding area is just a meadow with sparse shrubs.
When it gets warmer, the length is longer and the outlook is going to get a lot worse.
The lack of large trees along the river probably prevents them from continuing to grow because they get hit when the river gets more water.
If you look beyond that, it's the other side of the forest.
The trees are covering the area.
Same on the left hand side, mostly trees.
The forest, which is completely out of the hands of man, is dark and quiet, somehow full of some majesty and accessibility.
When you step in, your legs are taken and you walk slowly, and if you get lost inside and lose your sense of direction, you can't take it back anymore.
So at present, when I was camping, I kept going into the shallow area in search of firewood.
Because of this, there is a path along the water, nothing bothers you to choose to deploy hard, you just have to follow the path.
Keep walking.
The streets lead to the hills, and more than that, the situation beyond is uncertain.
Go up silently.
… and I was breathtaking at the sight I finally saw.
"Ugh, wow……………………………."
There were ruins of a vast stone city.
Spread across both banks of the Great River are countless houses along the radial streets.
To see some traces of bridge legs, there once seemed to be a large bridge connecting the cities on both sides.
I can see facilities like river ports and warehouses, and as a staging point for trading supplies, it must have been quite a flourishing place.
But all of it had been tragically destroyed and turned into ruins.
The walls surrounding the city have collapsed miserably everywhere.
He must have been burned to see where the black burns were left in the house.
I wonder how much great magic has been exercised, and the deep bowl-shaped crater can also be seen everywhere.
And the Great River flowed into the ruins of destruction, and the city was submerged in the middle of nowhere.
Prosperity and collapse.
The greatness of man's business and the mercilessness of his strife.
The flow of time and the inertia of all things.
It was a sight that made me feel something like that.
"The voice of the Gion Jin's bell, the sounds of all kinds of abnormality………?"
It's such a magnificent and emotional sight that I can't help but say those words.
I was often in love with the sight on the hill. [M]
And I followed with my eyes the street to go...... I noticed.
Whether the city or weir was destroyed changed the flow, the Great River is shunting from here to here.
"... Whew."
... the streets that were supposed to go were completely swallowed by one of those shunts.
Hold your forehead, ha, and take a deep breath.
"Terrain fluctuations…"
That'll change the flow of the river in 200 years, right?
Yeah.
There's no other way.
………… what shall we do?
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That evening we camped in the ruins of the city.
Prayer for the Guidance of the Holy Light (Divine Torch) so that a lost soul may pass away properly in ruins.
Like a fluorescent fire, a lost soul is led to the lights and returned to the night sky.
It was a very fantastic sight, alongside the shadow of a burning and doomed city.
The next morning, I wake up early and offer a prayer to God of Lightning, which has become a new habit.
Please take us on this journey.
Then you filter and drink the water you draw with a cloth, and eat the bread and preserved food dried meat that you produce in prayer.
I've been worried about the road, but I don't have a lot of options.
I don't have the tools to cross the river, and I decided to follow the outermost flow of the river's divergence and even go down.
Whether the river flows have finely differentiated influences or are more muddy, the surrounding forests become even more oppressive.
Anyway, this should not be far from the audible range of the river's flowing sounds.
And in case you get lost in the woods, let's look for the river and head upstream without thinking about it anymore.
That would suck, but you should be able to return to the temple.
………………
How many days has it been since you left the temple?
I feel so lonely and vain that I haven't spoken to anyone for days.
I prayed as I walked.
This loneliness and vanity also pray with the intention of offering to God.
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The preserved food of the dried meat that I brought was almost exhausted.
Humans eat about a kilogram a day in a big mess.
There are limits to what food you can carry on your back.
Especially when you have to be armed too.
If it's a normal journey, we'll negotiate and buy from people and shops and refill food from time to time, but now it's time to start a journey to find them.
I could feel why climbers who challenge mountains where people don't live don't stick around and stick to highly conservative and caloric meals anyway.
If I hadn't been able to offer communion in prayer, just like Marie, the mission of looking for people might not have been feasible in the first place.
Thank you too, GraceFeel, and the good gods.
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And when I was praying and thinking to God for a little while.
Well, I heard a noise.
Retardation and the sound of something stirring up an enormous amount of momentum.
".................. Huh!
Shake off the leather sheath on the tip and set up the short spear "Pale Moon".
At that moment, a boar jumped out of the forest on the left hand side.
… the great boar (Huge Boer).
A physique that is bigger than a normal pig. He has a rough temper and a strong sense of territory.
Plus, now he's running his eyes blood and blowing bubbles out of his mouth.
The opposite sharp fangs are just about the height of this thigh, if they stab the femoral artery, they won't spill.
And while my useless head thinks so far, the muscles built on Brad are moving on their own.
He sidestepped a large boar assault and pushed a spear from his side near the base of his forelimb, with his heart and lungs (vital zone), a fatal site.
Response of the tip piercing the fur.
Quickly roll in at hand where you have stabbed enough so that they don't take every spear.
- The great boar proceeded straight with the momentum of the advance, and when he crashed into the tree, he was bleeding for a while, but he threw up blood and ran out of breath.
Apparently, it worked well, penetrating key organs.
But it's not an insult to wildlife shavings.
Sometimes I get close to thinking I'm dead and suddenly get rammed up and seriously injured.
Let's leave it for a little while, then follow it with a short spear from outside the intermission to make sure it stabs Todome...
And that's when I thought.
I noticed one thing.
... a fallen great boar. The opposite of what I stabbed, a white arrow-winged arrow stabbed me in the belly.
"This is……"
To its meaning, before thoughts come to pass.
From behind, the sound of a clatter again.
... Turning around, people were there.
Silver-colored hair caught my eye first.
My sharp jade eyes are staring at me.
Hidden eyebrows, smooth nose beams, graceful jaw lines, sure tight mouth.
Somewhere, she was a beautiful boy.
He has a bow in his hand and an arrow is already attached.
A white arrow-winged arrow.
I haven't been squeezed out yet, but I can do that instantly if I feel like it, that kind of tension.
The equipment is a coat or top with a soil and grass tone. Leather ankle coat on leather boots.
The waist is hung with a pair of other knives. Is he a hunter?
And most importantly, it was those ears that surprised me.
Those ears with a little pointy. And a beautiful face.
The Elves, the family of Rare Sylwia, goddess of forests and water, and a child of mixed blood, born in the days of man.
…… half-elf.