Then I walked for a few hours or so and joined the women and children of the village that were destroyed by Kimaira in the woods.
They were dressed, shouldering each other in the woods, trembling in the cold by the burning fire.
With the exception of the hostages that have been left in the village earlier, is this all… less than fifty people, etc.?
Introduction is there too, for now move on to action.
Many people had minor injuries and colds, so they handed out prayers for "Close Woons" and "Cure Illness" to several people.
Please distribute the food I bought from the village earlier and my portion of boar meat that was left on hand and arrange for it to be cooked...
I don't have any more problems with the village people's own moves than I do with my own hands...
and so on, and was slapped on the shoulder as he watched people begin to prepare their meals in a busy fashion.
"Hey."
Menel.
He was disturbed or outburst earlier, but now he looks a little calm.
Emerald eyes have a definite light of reason.
"……… Kimyra is still in the village or we'll go scouting."
Saying that out loud in his heart, he walks out.
I also said no to the people around me and immediately chased after him.
"Hurry up, follow me"
In the woods, he quickens his legs.
At the end of the day, it became almost like a disease, and with a bulky shield or something, I struggled with the chase.
Think about it normally, it's hardly a proper thing to run around a native wooded place.
Being able to do that is not a level of being trained or accustomed to the forest anymore.
Again, no doubt, he is a first-rate wildfire (Ranger).
If you were just going to drop the village without choosing the means, wouldn't you have led the villager without me, and he could have done it alone?
…………
After a while, Menel's footsteps loosened.
…… walk silently through the woods.
Cross the roots of the moss-growing giant tree and step on the dead leaves, thinking about the meaning of the words and actions just now.
Menel's, that heartfelt loud voice. Walking in the woods.
Preceding reconnaissance would be necessary, but was there any reason to appeal to it or have a disease walk that would shake off the pursuit......?
Menel turned around to see if she guessed my thoughts like that.
"... the villagers are (...) undead (...) likely (...)."
Unexpectedly, he became silent.
Yes, just as the blessing of the good God is going to this world, so is the 'good will' blessing of that wicked Immortal.
"Thoughtlessness, hatred, confusion, or because it suddenly passed in the first place and I didn't realize I was dead, or something like that...
You don't have to let them worship your parents, your brothers and your children. "
Menel's voice had a colour.
The villagers are not guessing.
So try to purify ahead of time.
He said the directions would be served.
… it is twisted, modify the rating I thought, and apologize in my heart.
He seems more of a well-perceived realist than a twisted one.
On the day the village is burned by a warcraft because of its good conjecture, I understand how many people will die if I do not work the robbery.
Friends and acquaintances from the same village immediately recall the sight of being undead.
I'm not flushed by the unfounded optimism that it can't be, that we'll figure it out.
"……… OK, let's all return to the circle."
Conversely, the villagers, as a natural psychological defense mechanism in this situation, are distracted from desperate materials and there are places where they are forced to be optimistic.
I remember the smiles of the men earlier.
Seeing that one as bright, even in difficulty, or not understanding the situation would be where opinions diverge.
In the meantime, during the day, we tailor boars to secure food, at night we set up robbery steps and fan everyone, even continuing to strike their hands with realistic viewpoints.
Besides, even uncertain elements like me, I should have appropriately driven them away, but they got into it with God's revelation...
Then you'll be exhausted, you'll be exhausted, you'll be disturbed.
"Menel. Thanks"
undead.
Instead, it was supposed to be something I should have assumed, but I wasn't.
"I just said I abandoned myself, I'm sorry"
"... I don't care what happens."
Then we kept walking in the woods silently.
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From an earlier village, among the woods that went south.
Perhaps geographically, that semi-submerged city should be close to the southeast.
The villages there were no longer so much destroyed as villages.
There is a foggy rush of poison in the area.
The house burns, like the skeleton of a burnt corpse, leaving only black burnt columns and beams.
Has the field been poisoned, and the winter sprinkled wheat is woefully dry up?
The small fountain, where fresh water would have gushed, had been turned into a swamp of black hedrons, spraying out lobsters and bubbles.
………………
Only one beast accomplishes this much destruction.
… At this time, I finally realized.
The rare, albeit wandering, beasts like this are the 'outside world'.
And I don't have Brad, Marie, or Gus shelter right now.
On your own, you have to face it.
"..................... hey. No sound, no sign of the Spirit of Life."
When his ear rests on the ground and the menu that was standing his ear snaps, he wakes up his body.
"What are the chances of waiting for survival in the vicinity of a village?
"You can't deny it. Do you want to go around the neighborhood?"
From time to time, I also use the Word of Finding, and gaze at the Word that I can read from the trees and grass around me.
Yamagawa Grasshopper, all made up of the Word.
Gus said that it was also possible to obtain information vaguely if he properly stared into a series of Mana's woven Words and read them.
Menel also cares about sounds, but from time to time, he explores information when he talks to the wind fairies who travel around him.
In addition to physical investigations, triple checks by two types of mystery.
But there are still no signs of the latent presence of the Warcraft.
"You're not here."
"Yeah, he's not here."
The two were in agreement.
Then we have to find out where the Warcraft is going.
Even so, Kimyra should have been a monster capable of flying, so it would be quite difficult to track and net.
"... How often do warcraft eat mesh?
"My grandfather... taught me magic, Doctor. He said that warcraft don't eat that often."
Warcraft is a snack for its giant body... or once it's eaten up, it won't eat anything on a monthly or yearly basis for some time after that.
Conversely, if all the world's warcraft craved an amount of food commensurate with their bodies, either the life of the world, or the warcraft, would be doomed.
Is fuel consumption extremely good, or are you consuming mana in some way to make up for it... although there are theories around it.
Explaining to Menel what was going on around there, Menel nodded as she was convinced.
"Well then... once you've tracked it down, you're behind."
If it is difficult to trace and the next damage is not an immediate situation, priority should be given to purifying the village.
If we don't set up a recovery plan early, we'll still have to rob them.
"'Silf, silf, the essence of the wind. Gather and protect, rather than be impure' …………."
When Menel called in the words of the spirits, there was a fluttering wind around.
It would be a spell to protect yourself from poison.
Sometimes something like a dwarf with wings in his sight flies with phosphorescence.
Fairies, what would be called spirits.
I can't see or see them in my eyes, but I can probably see them more clearly in Menel's eyes.
"I'll lay my magic and anti-poison tricks on top of it."
Even I overlap Vitality and Resistance to Poisons.
I can start with purifying the poison gas, but given the possibility of being attacked by the undead, who are focused on purifying it, I want to make sure it's safe first.
Otherwise, although I am sure that I will not be there, just in case, I will confirm things such as Kimyra and other warcraft intrusion response.
"………… OK."
"Yeah, let's go."
After all the meetings, Menel and I stepped into the village.
The sight is slightly poor due to temper, but the fog is not as thick as it can be seen even a meter away.
To the extent that it smokes lightly, I can generally see what's in the distance.
Still, the burning marks on the building narrow my sight considerably.
I don't know where or what pops up from.
Considering the danger of collapse, we didn't really stop by the building, we just tried to tour the village first...
"... oh my goodness, chan..."
I heard a blur.
… Menel's expression froze.
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See the direction of your voice.
Is it a barn or something, a burnt down little cabin?
Something's crawling out.
"Menneru, Ooi, Chan………………"
It was a burnt wreck.
Burned in black, half-bone exposed child.
I left it burnt or cut it a thousand times - only my upper body, left.
"Maju, is that Ne...? Murrayed Da."
A vain orbit looks up at Menel.
Menel stays frozen.
"Bok, Mae Ni, Oi Ni, Oi Ni, Oi Ni, Oi Ni... Ai Ni Ni Ni, Oi Ni Ni, Oi Ni Ni, Oi Ni Ni Ni, Oi Ni Ni Ni, Oi Ni Ni Ni Ni, Oi Ni Ni Ni Ni, Oi Ni Ni Ni Ni Ni Ni, Oi Ni Ni Ni Ni Ni Ni,
It crawls.
Elbow down.
shifting, shifting.
"I stuck with it, I stumbled on it, I stumbled on it... it's teh,"
Menel was trembling.
Bite your teeth, grip your fists.
"Oh, come on, Te, you're shining, La."
The body laughs.
A gentle, miserable, but warm look.
"Come on, Ta. Has t."
The corpse is happy.
I reach out my hand to Menel, looking terribly happy.
…………
Menel tried to take the corpse's stretching hand.
But for a moment, I hesitated.
I don't know if it's because of the corpse, because of the depth of suspicion, because of the regrets of not being able to make it, or because of the self-blame for committing murder nearby.
However,
"E......?
You felt the will to reject it, or the face of the body stains with despair.
"What de? What's up, Te...... ale? Bok............"
Apparently there is no moment of respite either.
Judging by that, kneel down.
- I hugged and hugged the black carcass.
"Oh hey............!!
Menel looks at me like a wolf.
It's okay, Menel.
Embrace with the undead, I'm not afraid.
"You. Good luck. … It was splendid."
"? Come on, Le?
In his arms, a proper boy leans his neck.
Blurry, carbonized skin fell off.
"Menel, it's your friend.
I'm sorry, Menel. Stay here, I'm a little tired. "
I flutter, I forgive you, I tell you.
"... um, I get it"
The boy nodded.
"Yeah, good boy.... Here, Menel"
Support the boy's arm and stretch it out to the menel.
Now Menel didn't hesitate. Whoa, hold the boy's carburized hand.
".................. I'm sorry I'm late"
"Uhm, good yo"
My voice is shaking.
"You're tired, go to sleep"
"Sooo, that's it, sir... What the fuck, Ka, Nemuya..."
"……… Good dreams, dream."
"Ugh......"
Trembling.
Still, Menel didn't look away.
"…… it's GraceFeel, the god of lightning. Rest and guide."
Prayer for the Holy Light Guide (Divine Torch).
Fluffy and floating lights give the spirit of a boy with his eyes closed to sleep in peace.
And I was drifting around, with a few lost souls, rising to heaven.
…………
Menel dropped it off until the end.
"............ hey"
"What."
"I'm sorry."
"What is it?"
Silence to choose the words for a while, he said.
"... Somewhere, I was insulting you.
There's armpits and gold, and these bonbongs are just throwing up beautifully on God's blessing. "
Sigh, he says.
"So sorry"
"............ 'Ugh, don't worry about it'"
I pulled Menel's words and laughed.
He laughed as he left his dark tiredness on his face, but still only a little.