Then we secured some dragon scales and treasures to prove the crusade.
With regard to the remains of Varachiaka, it is also a problem to leave them to rot, so keep the "Miracle of Embalming" in prayer.
Mr. Leistoff said that the dragon's body seemed to be a luxury material, so he might have to complete the equipment and dismantle it later.
There is something a little complicated about dismantling and using the enemy's remains as tools in a previous life, but that's what killing dragons is all about in this world.
Varakhiaka will be ready, and I won't hesitate.
After winning, I'm going to use it everywhere as a winner's right.
Nevertheless, now treasures and dragons are too enormous for the five of us to handle.
Considering also the possibility of being taken away by the remnants of the devil, he decided to connect himself with the Word and the Sign in mind and to follow the path he had once come back to town.
Not going down by road to the east, going out to the west on purpose, and then going around by waterway is combined with checking and reporting on the state of Flower Country.
By the way, everyone's spare clothes, embroidered magical garments from the Signs on the dragon's treasure, etc. managed to be shaped.
I don't feel comfortable walking around half-naked on boulders, as the full winter is already near.
Additionally, I don't feel relieved that I have become a fine body when I executed it.
... I tested with everyone about the performance of my body, which was dragon-blooded, but frankly, I was quite a human being away.
Mostly as the Immortals said.
Both muscle strength and endurance are further enhanced by what was originally built.
It was particularly human apart when it comes to defense. If it's about a knife for work, it won't cut and it won't sting.
Yep, I experimented very carefully and modestly, and it seems that it doesn't mean invincible, immortal, because when Mr. Leistoff slashes him, he usually passes the boulder.
The phrase is also kind of awesome when you say it, and it works the way you want it to. It's getting more precise.
When the senses are carefully sharpened, there is a feeling that the process of convergence of mana in and out of the body is slightly different from before.
Maximum power also increased.... If you feel like it now, you might be able to burn off the surrounding area with one scream.
Exactly, a man shaped dragon.
I thought you were in a bad situation. [M]
It is true that the fighting power was raised to the bottom.
Now even rematching the Immortal Stagnate's "Wood Spirit (Echo)" seems like an advantage, and Valakiaka and I might be able to fight each other alone.
If the warcraft around there is the opponent, they will be able to crush the nose with no risk due to their physical abilities alone.
- That shouldn't (...).
The risk of disappearing from the battle is extremely dangerous.
If I become familiar with this dragon-blooded flesh and take it for granted, my battle will be a mess and a mess.
If that happens, any day you die.
You won't be able to die in many ways, although you don't know if you will encounter the superior, make many enemies, or be murdered.
Same warning Brad gave me when I inherited The Eating Up (Overeater).
Additionally, as a believer, as an exchanger, it's not good.
No heat, no cold, no hunger, no thirst, no strength to live in any place by yourself will keep sympathizing with the weak.
All of them could become ignorant and arrogant "strong and just smart" people who don't know the freezing cold or the twistedness without food.
This one is not a dragon blessing. - A curse (...).
Was Varakhiaka foreseeing this?
... though I don't think I expected to survive that exhalation during that last staggering phase of the boulder.
But Valakhiaka would laugh that evil dragons are things that curse the winner and bring ruin to that life.
I don't know how to eliminate dragon factors mixed with flesh and soul even if I want to solve them, and I'm sure this power is useful where I found out.
We can't even let it go until the situation stabilizes - that is, at the end of the day, in a perfectly done form.
... I won.
But I guess that's what it's like to fight Valakhiaka with me for the rest of my life.
If evil dragons ruin me as they wish, I lose.
If the evil dragon doesn't destroy me, I win.
"…… you can't beat me."
Through an extended underground tunnel.
As I left the West Gate, I shook up the mountain and groaned.
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Down the West Gate and down to the foot of the Candlestick Mountains.
Through the rock-lined rocks, my vision opened at once.
- A fresh breeze blows across.
"Wow……………."
New green sprouts are emerging from the dead trees that stood side by side.
The poisonous sludge disappeared into fertile soil, with muddy wetlands on hard ground in some places and abundant swamps in others.
It's completely different from the gloomy, damp sight you had when you first came.
"Whoa, whoa!
A group of elves come, screaming from afar.
The first one is a golden-haired, blush-eyed elf - Mr. Dine.
"I knew you were safe! When I thought I heard the dragon roar over and over again, I suddenly got quiet, and then suddenly I thought a strange fire ran, and the area was beautiful..."
She rushed over to make sure we weren't missing anyone, and she cried and hugged us.
"……… I'm glad you're safe!
Even from her, I don't smell the virus anymore.
Fluffy aromas are a mixture of feminine aromas with earthy and green aromas.
"Fuck, you're exaggerating."
"I'm not exaggerating! I really don't think he's coming back..."
"But I won. You'll see, the dragon is dead. Will took it out."
Whereas Menel's attitude is unspoken, Mr. Dine is already in tears.
"You're not dying. I still have something to do."
"Things to do…………?
"In the meantime, if you hit the mark, it's like rebuilding here. You still have the after-effects of the evil dragon poison around here."
"Right. There were still signs of frustration in the mountains... and there would be demonic remnants."
Lu nodded and frowned at the care.
It is true that at first glance it was quite distracting, but there is not yet any sign of it at all.
Dangerous warcraft, etc. who preferred a poisonous environment to live in, would not leave immediately.
It's still going to take some time for The Land of Candles and The Land of Flowers to regain their liveliness from previous years.
"The treasure of a dragon is like a mountain, so we cut it down as a fund..."
"You have to figure out how to distribute it."
"I have a problem with massive inflows of wealth and the imbalance between things and money. Talk to Tonio."
"Yes."
"And when you get the mountain back, the inhabitants of the former Land of Candles will come back."
"Then there will be confusion if you are ready to accept."
What needs to be done springs up one after another.
"... I don't mind, either, but I was wondering if you could show up in my hometown woods and ask me if I could send some good men."
Menel shrugged with a crease between her brows.
Considering how much noise this silver-haired elf who ran away would make if he qualified as King of the Woods and returned with the relics of his hometown hero to accompany him to the Guilty Dragon Killer Medal...
Well, that would mean it would look like this too.
Menel is not the type to think about merit and looking back on the folks in his hometown or anything like that.
The uncomfortable place is the type of person who walks away with sand on his hind legs, then becomes a field, becomes a mountain, and that's not what he learns anymore.
I guess I didn't bother going back.
... Nevertheless, when it comes to adjusting the malaise of mountains and forests, it is better to have more than one fairy user with good arms, familiar with nature and spiritual flickering.
If Menel reconnects with his hometown, it will certainly be beneficial.
"Then I'm coming too."
"You?
"Don't let the party head down!
"Uh, well, so is that. Then will you cross the sea in the spring?... That's good, Will."
Of course, I laughed and nodded.
I have a feeling it's going to make a lot of noise, but it's not going to hurt me about this!
"Oh, you look like another HR...!
"Ha."
... It's still going to take some time before Candle Country and Flower Country regain their liveliness from previous years.
But even if it takes time, I'm sure one day.
The furnace of the Land of Candles will once again be lit with red fire, and the hammer will sound.
From The Land of Flowers, once again, the sound of beautiful songs will flow and beautiful towns will be rebuilt.
Yes, I honestly believed it.
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After receiving a special welcome at Flower Country.
When we boarded the ship again and sailed, we climbed a clear stream and reached the lake.
Cross the lake, transcend the fog, and once again head to the town of the dead.
"…… Ooh!
Gus was there.
He was restless and floating on the edge of an abandoned city.
- It's a misplaced story, but it's also a tremendous sight to be a ghost directly in the sun.
"Ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo. Hmm?"
Gus looks at me surprised.
"Mana moves strangely... dragon factor, huh?
It was hit in one shot.
That's The Wandering Wise.
"It's not a curse, it is."
"I know. I'm convinced, Gus."
It is the price of victory over Varakhiaka.
That proud evil dragon is certainly also a testament to piercing himself as a dragon.
"Then yes. Wow.... Look, come on. You look so tired!
When Gus said so roaring, he switched and led us to the temple.
I wasn't really aware of it so far, but it must have been a lot more expensive.
On my knees in front of Brad and Marie's grave, reporting a battle with the dragon, I fell unconscious and slept like mud.
After the battle, I finally came to the realm of not being wary of anything.
Though the flesh that received the dragon's blood had hardly complained of fatigue, the spirit that had been exposed to the danger of life many times would have been more in search of rest.
I even slept forgetting my routine morning prayers.
Spending time with Marie and Brad, I had a childhood dream.
It was a pleasant dream, running around the Temple Hill.
… when we finished resting between those bundles and returned to the Lightning River Port (Torchport).
"I'll give you back the weapon you borrowed."
And, Lu offered to Gus.
Gus waved his hand gently to the left and right,
"I don't want it. I don't want to use it."
"But isn't that an artifact of a dear comrade?
"... you are disciplined."
Gus laughed bitterly.
Now Gus doesn't hate this kind of disciplined opponent.
"It is only when you are equipped as a warrior that you should be taken over by a new user.
Weaponry and protective equipment were born as tools. It's not even admirable, it's just a dead end, it's unprofitable. "
"…… Thank you very much."
"Uhm. If it's going to be the new Dwarf King's gear, it's going to be a compliment to those weapons."
Hearing that word, I remembered.
"Ah...." Dawn Calling (Caldun) "
Somehow, the golden sword remained on my hips.
The Lord's Army's "Pale Moon" has been destroyed, and the "Eating Up (Overeater)" is not easy to escape.
There was still the possibility of a remnant party with the demons and a possible engagement with the wandering warcraft, so I carried it around all the time...
"No. The sword belongs to Lord Will."
"Oh no. It's a treasure sword from the Dwarf period, right?!?
I persistently said that it should be necessary to put on an indication of authenticity or something, but Lu did not accept it as hard.
King Aulvangle said it was I who gave him the Spirit Sword.
"Lord Will is under the star of a hero. Please use this sword as a help to avoid spreading its life in the battle ahead."
Still, I can't just let the boulder have this.
When I died, I wrote it down in writing to return it to Candlestick Country and borrowed it.
"I mean, it's like there's still a strong enemy coming to me! This time it's a dragon, dragon! We've already stopped at the boulder, I'm sure!
"You don't have that.... What the fuck does a man in love with God say?"
"No matter what you think, there can be no peace."
"Well, what is it? … live hard, I'll help you a little."
Yes, no. Absolutely, it'll be over for a while...