It was exactly what people thought of as an evil dragon.
On one side, on the mountain of Dwarves' treasures, the dragon lay asleep.
Tough jaw to see.
Twisted horns.
Thick and supple neck.
From the body covered in tough scales, large wings with pterygoid grow.
It is also prickly and beautiful that sharp projections like twigs growing on the back line the spine and continue to a long, graceful tip of the tail as it grows smaller and smaller.
... The golden eye gleaming in darkness saw a cohabitation with terrible fierceness and brutality and intelligent intelligence.
[... What's wrong, you don't have a name? Don't you have a voice?]
Everyone stopped moving because of so much beauty.
My throat tingles.
The heart strikes an early bell.
My instincts tell me that reason tells me all my senses should run away.
- An overwhelming predator, there he is!
…………
Admit your own fear.
Fear and anxiety are inner monsters, the more you deny them, the more you distract them.
If you cannot acknowledge the "frightened, pitiful self" and turn away and strengthen it, then fear will make you more fierce in its darkness.
What it takes to be confident is not to be arrogant, and what it takes to behave bravely is not to be vain.
- It all starts with accepting.
Reminds me of Marie who told me that.
She never betrayed herself. She embodied everything.
[…… oh]
I'll admit it. I'm scared of you. I can't help but be scared, and I want to escape.
Even be aware of breathing that was shallow and at a sudden pace, breathe slowly and exhale.
He stretched his spine again, pulled his jaw, and put his strength into his lower abdomen.
Then he looks up at the dragon and asks.
"If you're going to ask people their names, aren't you going to name them first?
Very, very scary.
... but if you accept it and don't get away with it, that's what I decided.
[Here]
A dragon looked down at me and leaked a roaring, voice-inspired exhale from the edge of my mouth.
There is an outburst of high fever, which is also seen as black smoke and butterflies.
[Apparently, it's not like he's an elephant matchmaker for money or looting.]
Nevertheless, he took the neck of Scarabaeus, who led the mountain demons, and let them defeat him.
You couldn't have been a hundred warriors, the dragon shrugged.
[Let's call him after you.... I am the Sickle of the Gods and the Sickle of Disaster.
Born with the blink of the last star, it creates infinite years. Be King of Poison and Sulphur and Lava Brothers (from scratch) -]
A dragon wakes himself up inadvertently.
Hot air blows, so grumpy that it seems to cough.
[- Varakhiaka]
Spread your wings, with majestic beauty.
The dragon of the Divine Age, so named.
[Come on, respond. It's small.]
It's a name like old poetry.
You have to respond.
"My grandfather is the Wandering Wise. My two parents are" The War Ghost of Lion Star "and" The Beloved Daughter of the Mother Earth God ".
Put your hand on your chest, raise your voice and name it.
An evil dragon shook his fangs.
"To call a man, The Light on the Border, The End of the Holy Knight. - William G. Mariblood, Apostle of Gracefield, Goddess of Fluid"
In my own name, with pride.
"A pleasure to meet you, dragon of the Divine Age."
Not too much. Not too grumpy.
The dragon was silent for a while in his name with his chest up……
[K, Kuk............]
Suddenly, I laughed.
[Kukukukuku, kahaha... odd luck, nostalgic name]
When she laughed in a slightly lower voice, Valakhiaka groaned so.
"I miss you......?
[If his Bulbs had visited us before the demons, or they could have lined up their shoulders and fought together]
The dragon seemed to be looking somewhere, far away.
Is that, or is it, the sight of the Great Breakdown two hundred years ago?
... Gus did say that, too.
He said it was in his hands to cage dragons and take them into his own forces.
[Kuku. Don't make the Immortal smell slight. And Otsushi names the Apostle of Light Fire.
… I see. Is that what you mean when it comes to not being the right age?]
Varakhiaka seems to have just guessed about me.
[Well, let's call it a day or two]
"Yeah."
Do a good gaze.
My people seem to have managed to reconcile themselves with the dragon's intimidation while I was talking. You should be able to move.
In that moment of breathing and preparing for the war,
[It's The End of the Holy Knight. - Are you willing to put me under your umbrella?
A hell of a statement popped up.
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For a moment, my thoughts went blank.
[What are you surprised about?
Words are backwards, voices that laugh slightly and wildly.
[The demons of the mountain perished. I lost my stopover power. It is dangerous for me to remain isolated, and there is also a lack of freedom.
- If it is, it will be imperative to seek the faction that relies on it]
There was a noise.
Varakhiaka soaked up the myriad treasures scattered with his hook and nail.
Love you, it looks fun.
[Of course, I also have a lower heart, I will get the corresponding consideration... but don't worry. I'm not willing to set things up from the front with a brave warrior like you?
Dragons laugh as they demand treasure.
I guess that's never a bad story in the short run.
However,
"Fifty years from now, you will kill me, destroy everything, and change my saddle again."
Tell them in a dry voice.
The Beetle Devil (Scarabaeus) was killed to beat even bugs.
"I mean, that's what you do."
To the words, the evil dragon silenced.
He's shuddering himself small.
The moment I thought you would come...
[Hahaha! Brilliant, brilliant! Exactly!
Valakhiaka laughed a lot.
[However…………]
Then slowly curb the laughter, tilt your neck...
[Still (...), not a bad story (...)?]
Nitali and the evil dragon laugh.
…………
Sure, I could say that.
This dragon has a reason to work with me, at least if I take refuge in Valakhiaka as a force while maintaining a fighting force that can be a risk to Valakhiaka.
He may serve me quite faithfully, quite lazily, or at least not hostilely.
If so, wouldn't it be better not to have a desperate battle now with a thin winning eye?
If we buy time, the winning eye will increase, didn't the Immortals indeed say, then why not entrust it to the future self?
[... That's right. How many reasons do you have to fight me?
It was like, a devil's whisper.
It is well understood that Valakhiaka would also have made suggestions with an understanding of the effects of her words.
[Did I harm someone close to me directly?
Even a greedy enough man for my treasure?
I don't see any dragon killer honor in my eyes.
... did you come because you think I was a threat to innocent people when I started waking up more than sleeping?
Look, no more threats.
I'm gonna drool your head off, okay?
Yes, Varakhiaka whispers.
My people can't say anything.
Doesn't even seem to be able to afford to pinch my mouth to much expansion.
…………
I can't afford it either.
What is this?
What the hell.
... I thought of Valakiaka somewhere in my head as just a strong rampage. Isn't that just a strong rampage?
[Come on, choose but good. "The End of the Holy Knight," a modern hero.]
My spine trembles.
In the golden eyes, I can be shot.
[Peace? - Razorback, battle and death]
Fushi, and the heat leaks from the edge of the mouth.
With awe, the question of what was called the Sickle of Disaster resonated strictly into the Great Cavity.