The day after the unexpected encounter and dialogue with the Undead.
Rubbing voices echoed from the morning into the elf settlement after the feast.
After much prayer last night, and a little tired of dialogue with the Immortals, I scrub my sleeping clothes from the hut.
"Just let me go. I know you're following me!
"That's why you can't let me go!
Then Menel and Dine were rubbing it.
Think with a blurry head.
"What is it? An insane fight."
He concluded that he had been grabbed by Gasilli and his shoulders as he went back to the cabin and tried to sleep another night.
"Oi, wait."
"What did I just say?
He had a lot of great voice.
The voice finally made me drowsy. At the same time, a cold sweat erupted.
"…… a, ahahaha"
What should I answer now, God? [M]
Laughing deceptively, Mr. Dine sighed, ha.
"…… there's no way to get out of depression right now."
Well, that's right.
It's time for the settlement to survive, there are things that need to take precedence over what you think.
"Right."
Menel also nodded in agreement with Mr Dine,
"This has to be the time. I did what I had to."
The moment I shrugged my shoulder and said this, I didn't miss that Mr. Dine shook his shoulder with a tingle and was upset.
"If it wasn't for these times, I'd have said something."
"? That's what you're gonna say, it's Killey."
"... eh"
When she accidentally devoured the topic, Mr. Dine wrinkled her brilliant brow.
Then after pointing Pupu at his face approx., he tried to say something to Menel,
"One or two compliments in good shape to greet you, you'll line up. That's"
Stiff to the words that follow. And I'm shivering puffy.
"I don't know what that feels like………"
"You know, you get too used to women and upset them the other way around."
There is a considerable discrepancy between me and Menel regarding the status of something called verbal complaints about women.
Perhaps there are some Japanese and Italians from previous life.
......... but for that, Menel is also sometimes dull.
"Between the elves of the branches of the moon (Ishir), one of the love songs was spoiled in front of the woman and she was alone..."
"That's why they say that the Moon Branches (Ishir) are full of players!
Menel shrugged her shoulder gently as Ms. Dine glanced at Menel with her tiny eyes.
"The guys at Lemmiras seem to have bouncing horses."
"I told you!?
When I realized it, there was some kind of crazy talk fight.
We both had a sobering tongue battle, and the elf language kept getting quicker and quicker and harder for me to hear.
When it comes to rubbing this hand, the elves use a lot of sarcasm and metaphors, so they don't grasp it unnecessarily.
But I don't know, Mr. Dine seems like he's having fun.
... and it reminds me of the more and more faces of those elves who have just come to this settlement.
In the Great Break war, we lost a lot of good warriors and fairy users.
Discontinue contact with civilization.
Forests are invaded by curses and poisons, isolated, sick and faded.
Those brave men who traveled in search of contact with the outside world have not returned as one for two hundred years.
That must have been such a hard time forgetting such a bickering without any other love.
"You're really ■ ■!
"That's who you are."
"~!"
What does that mean as a curse?
... I guess it's pretty good that I don't even remember learning from that gas.
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Then around the calm of the bickering, I went in between and returned to the conversation.
"So you're going or not going, what were you talking about?
"Lord of the woods."
Menel says grumpy.
"Lord of this forest. I should be able to heal a little."
Indeed.
Yesterday I had a healing experience, but when I woke up, I was going to talk to her about it.
If it's Menel, I was wondering if we could improve the current situation in this forest a little.
But...
"I'm not letting you go."
Mr. Dine's response was incomprehensible.
"Never."
"It's you..."
Menel looks at him, but Mr. Dine arms himself and is determined not to respond.
Indeed, the Lord of the Forest is the center of the Forest, the largest steep point.
In the meantime, as Warcraft Forest (Beastwoods) was about to be contaminated by Kernunnos, it would be very difficult if malicious and powerful things came into contact.
No matter how much you owe me, the woodland people's elves won't let the rest of you step in so easily.
"Um, but Menel is a trustworthy one. I swear, if you need any kind of assurance, I'll take the hostage..."
Saying so, Mr. Dine shook his head from left to right.
It's not like that.
"……… I trust you."
"To?"
"I trust you and I appreciate it. Last night, I don't know how many people were saved.
If you want, I want to do whatever I can. If you tell me to give up my strength, I'll give you a warrior, and if you need directions, I'll give you directions. "
"Then why?"
"... it would be nice if we could safely lead them to the Lord of the Woods when he told us to show them around."
Mr. Dine lay his eyes down.
"The vicinity of the Lord of the Woods is already the territory of the Warcraft. Not in our realm."
I can't guide you, Mr. Dine says.
However,
"Then all the more so -"
"What's more, I'm counting on you guys?
Tilt your neck, Mr. Dine.
smiling,
"I need you to save my life. To the benefactor who restored hope.
Do you push the brave men who are about to go to battle further without even thinking about the convenience of their opponents?
Because we're in trouble, we can't handle it ourselves, so please help us, brave man.... put your errands behind you!
shrugged shoulders,
"I'm so sorry. Such a shameless favor, what can you do?"
This is not how you get someone else to help you.
She said she didn't want to put any further strain on her benefactor.
I don't know what to say and look at the menu for help. [M]
Uh, what, this... what?
Menel said with a face that looked very complicated.
"Hey, you're an elf, right?
I had to nod.
It's so noble and so annoying. I know exactly what everyone was saying.
… I think this temperament may be because it is a race of longevity and immortality.
It seems to be because there are few children and old people to protect and many young people to take responsibility for themselves.
I can't imitate very well to a person who's quickly getting old.
"That's why you don't have to play tricks to help us."
When I wondered what was wrong with this, the sleigh and Mr. Gerreyes appeared.
The scratchy look on the other side is now sleeping for dawn. My eyelids are halfway down.
"What is it?"
"No, that's..."
and explaining the circumstances, Mr. Gerreyes gets an interesting look.
"... really, the elves are the same."
"What should I do?"
Um, he nodded like this.
"You can do it yourself."
I see, that's a veteran. In other words.
"Then let's do it on our own. Menel, do you know where the Lord of the Woods is?
"He's weak, but he can detect somehow."
"Mr. Gerreyes, please gather Lu and Mr. Leistov. Fully armed."
"Uhm"
"As soon as we get together, have breakfast and leave"
Mr. Dine is confused with "What, eh".
"Uh, hey... wait. I'm in a bit of a mood like taking a walk without my stomach, what are you talking about?
"What an exorcism."
"Yes, but we...!
"There's no reason why you have to ask me that way. It's crazy. It's crazy."
Menel says so softly, generally, and pokes me in the arm.
"There's no way I or this guy is going to wear out about the same warcraft."
It's not often the same as a post-meal walk, and it's harder to abandon it.
I vow to save what I mourn as God's hand, and Menel vows to save many lives.
… the harsh and strong oaths that God makes in the real world are heavy.
I have no previous Irish mythical pledge (Gesh).
It's easy to imagine if you break it, and even put it down, it's not like you're not sleeping badly if you're back and this settlement is doomed.
Mr Gerreyes is right.
I'll help you, on your own, at your own convenience.
"So, Mr. Proud Elf, how is it when a benefactor goes to danger on his own?
"~ ~! Oh, too!!
It wouldn't fit their reasoning to stop it, either, and it's physically unstoppable in the first place.
"Wait a minute, because I'll be right there moving and calling you to stand up in my arms! Don't go on your own, okay!
That's what Mr. Dine said, and he ran out of butterflies.
Me and Menel and Mr. Gerreyes looked at each other and then laughed out loud.
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The elf-borne forest is regarded as an area that cannot be invaded anywhere.
There are many reasons, but the simplest and most powerful is because many of the elves that protect the forest are excellent hunter warriors and fairy users.
Hostility with the Elves in the woods means that it is an unbroken death.
Specifically, he is chased around like a hunting prey, unable to sleep much, and becomes the beast's bait in a phrase bewildered by fairies.
The forest of the elves is therefore inviolable, a sanctuary feared and revered by all races.
However, there are no very strong warriors or spiritual users in this Elf Settlement in Flower Country (Rossdoll).
That also makes sense, saying that some of their major hunter warriors and fairy users fought and killed the demons resolutely in The Great Breakdown.
In an elf society with a long life expectancy and not many children, it is a serious loss.
Since then, the Forest has been cursed by the Abomination Word, and the Land of Candles has fallen into isolation, and it has been terrible.
There is no way that wandering monsters and poisons can train warriors and fairy users in a state of unsatisfactory food and weak fairy power.
Slight remaining handlers also failed to make contact with the outside world and did not return, he said.
... Speaking of which, the dead body in the river was about to rot.
If it were the remains of two hundred years ago, they would all be boned alone, no matter how much. I mean, that's what I'm talking about.
In addition, the fall of the Land of Candles has made the supply of weapons unsatisfactory, and thus the metal products appear invaluable.
Like in the Stone Age, there are even people who use stone claws or spears with stone tips.
Now surely, where the seat of the Lord of the Woods has been made the territory of the Warcraft, there is no way that recapture can be satisfied.
Or I think it's just awesome that he was pushed so far and still kept control and sent people without giving up contact with the outside world.
It feels like a human settlement is just a few steps past the collapsing limit line.
"... so it is the worm-based warcraft that is holding the seat in its territory... the warcraft? Although."
Under cloudy weather. We were walking in a forest full of dead trees.
Mr. Dine eventually accompanied me along with about four elf hunters.
"First of all, the defense of Earwig, a giant worm covered in crusts, is troublesome..."
"Ah, this is it! I'll do my best!"
"Hmm. That's good training, young man"
Appears No, Lu smashed it with the Harvard of "Golden Rigidity".
More of the retrieval is beaten to pieces by Mr. Gerreyes' Mace in "The Sword Crush".
"Purple Poison Moth (Purple Moss) from the sky………"
"Ooh."
Terperion's "Silver Strings" were squeezed together with a crisp and beautiful sound at Menel's disposal, bow noise.
An approaching giant poison moth falls to the ground with a brilliant shot at the steeple.
"Oh, be careful, poison scales..."
"Yes, sir."
As Menel intended, the wind sprays with scaly powder without even chanting.
…………
Almost a touch of armor sleeves.
To the three who kick the giant demon worms, Mr. Dine doesn't say two words.
The other elves are equally surprised.
But I'm not particularly surprised.
There is no way to train as badly as there is now to threaten to destroy a much weaker elf settlement.
"We have nothing to do."
"Waiting is also important."
Crushing him like that, Mr. Leistoff scolded him.
It is true that there are those of us standing on guard behind us, so Lu, Menel and Mr. Gerreyes can concentrate forward and make a big scene.
This is now an important role.
Menel swept away the sight of a cocoon, larvae, and a little bit of a "wow".
The Lord of the Woods refocuses some effort, the poison eases, the power returns to the woods, and the elves cheer -
If I don't have anything to do to get to that point, somehow, this way, my body will quail.
"I wish I had been rampaged…………………"
"You look quiet and surprisingly bloody."
When I was told, I turned away. [M]