Raydor Holy Sword War Journal

Leydor and Nefert climbed the Fernigesh mountain range, led by the old man who was the guide.

The Fernigesh Mountains were a series of mountain ranges, but the mountains where the dragons lived were relatively low in altitude and lush with trees.

The old man spoke to the Raydor and the others behind him without looking back, as he walked down the mountain road in his accustomed footsteps.

"When the mountain reaches a certain height, a large tree will not grow." There are tall trees around now, but as you go up, the grass and shrubs become the same, and as you go further up, snow accumulates even in the summer. The Black Dragon Fernigesch lives in a cave on the border where trees don't grow. "

"Hmm, I'm quite familiar with it... do you climb this mountain many times?"

When Raydor asked, the old man turned back lightly and nodded.

"Yes, well. My house has been imitating hunters for generations, and the village has been given the role of a mountain keeper." But... even when it comes to management, we don't have too many wolves, and we're looking for people who went missing in the mountains. "

"Is there a dangerous dragon lurking on this mountain?" Is it okay to go hunting in a mountain like that? "

It was Neferte who asked strangely.

Nefert followed Raydor's back with a small breath on his shoulder, still without softening his voice.

Neferte was the youngest of them all, but heavier than Raydor and heavier than the old man. It doesn't mean you're inferior, and you're not used to walking in the mountains or in the woods.

"As long as the Black Dragon doesn't set foot in Nawabari, it won't come first." Even the subdued dragons wouldn't attack people if they weren't so hungry, and the wolves and bears were more terrifying beasts. "

”Hmm... I imagined that dragons were even more terrifying, but they were surprisingly generous?”

"That's right... If the dragon was a ferocious and brutal creature, maybe the world of humans was already over." They're so much more generous than all the mean aristocrats around. "

Raydor replied, not an old man.

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Dragon Species - Dragons are the most powerful monsters anyone knows. It deeply engraves its existence in the legends, legends and myths of all countries.

However... contrary to its overwhelming popularity, it rarely caused great damage to human society.

It's not that there are no humans to be attacked at all... but many of them are intruders who bypassed Nawabari, barbarians who recklessly tried to "kill the dragon" and failed, and fools who literally touched the upside down in search of rare materials such as blood and scales.

Compared to a monster called a "subdragon" or "dragon go back", like a basilisk, a real dragon has a generous and uncompetitive character.

"In the first place, one of the definitions of being called a dragon species is that it has the same intelligence as humans." When I see humans, it's not like Basilisk or Hydra, who are eating indiscriminately. That's what makes people so different from monkeys. "

"Lord Raydor seems very familiar... have you encountered a dragon before?"

"Ah... I've only met him once in the [Forest of Magic] before." Fortunately, there was no hostility, so they missed me, but I thought my whole body had frozen just because I was stung. "

Raydor remembered his unpleasant memories and shook his head.

It was one of the few memories of Raydor's defeat. My immaturity led to failure. It is a wound that is too bitter to be flushed as a mistake because of its youth.

"That's fine... it was a long time ago, so you won't encounter this (...) anymore." Rather than that, it's the Black Dragon Fernigesh in this mountain right now. "

”Are you really going to defeat the Black Dragon, Lord Leidor?”

The old man asked in a modest tone.

He was an old man who bought directions, but apparently he didn't agree with the Black Dragon Crusade.

"The Fernigesh mountain range is a hive of monsters, but thanks to the fact that the Black Dragon has thinned out strong monsters, we are able to live." Until now, there was no trouble to stand out from, and the Crusade isn't rude... "

It was too rude for a mere old man to say.

The old villager, who was neither a noble nor a knight, disagreed with the actions of the royal Raydor.

But... Raydor didn't seem particularly upset. I grew up in a reclaimed city full of rough outlaws, and I didn't pay enough attention to courtesy to care about this level of proselytizing.

"Even I don't have a grudge against Fernigesh. But... it's true that the dragon's family is ravaging my feet. The Black Dragon itself hasn't shown up, but it can't be left alone."

The villages nearby have been damaged by the raging sub dragons of the family. Leaving it like this could get in the way of fighting the Witch Ottomans and the Undead.

"Of course, if Fernigesch can pull the spear, I won't force the crusade." I don't know why his family is roughing up the sidelines... but if the story makes sense, I won't choose a violent method. Are you satisfied with this answer? "

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The old man bowed his head silently and climbed the mountain without stopping. I may not be convinced... but for the time being, I think you've accepted.

Raydor chased the old man's back down the mountain trail, worrying about the Neferte behind him.

I took a few breaks along the way, avoided the path that was blocked by the earth's crust fluctuation, and took a detour...... Raydor and the others took about half a day to get to their destination.

I arrived at an open place in the mountains. There were countless giant lizards the size of bears.

Dozens of... perhaps more than a hundred great lizards are eating bait as if fighting.

They're devouring beasts, birds, plants... and humans.

The pitch-black lizard, filled with ink, was swallowing all kinds of flora and fauna by chewing them apart, and it was in the midst of a terrible feast.