Early the next morning, Els and Ishur resigned from Luci's parents and headed towards the square in the centre of the village.
The square of the village of Ceuta has been under the hustle and noise since the early morning. Because the next day an extraordinary morning market will stand when tax-paying goods are transported from nearby villages such as the village of Bersch. But today was different.
Because three large horses, fitted with rigorous horse armor, were connected in front of a painting in the square, the Knights' sub-garrison.
A little further away, focusing on the children, the villagers gather to watch. The horse armor that received the morning sun was shining a sharp light around.
"Hey."
The men of the village of Bersch had already gathered in the luggage cars that had stopped together beside the Minutes Garrison.
Then in the morning market, Ishur helped sell and buy goods brought from the village, mainly oil and salt, fabrics such as hemp and cotton —— etc.
When he made a sharp point at the merchant trying to deceive the amount of salt purchased, and was intent on discounting it the other way around, a large double-open door opened in the front of the garrison, and three knights came out with iron armor from the neck to the bottom, holding their helmets aside. They are followed by squires with horse spears and iron shields, archers with large bows for military use, and about ten arrowheads carrying them.
The squares hustle and noise silenced for a moment, and that turned into a blur.
"It's the Knights' heavy cavalry..."
Else, who was lying down, squeaks.
Apparently, the Knights saw the emergence of the Warcraft yesterday pretty heavily. The Baron's Knights will only have about twenty horsemen at best for a heavy-duty cavalry. Those three horsemen may be the full force of Mintun.
Lance to the rider of all-body armor, horseback riding cemented with armor is like a heavy tank, so to speak. The Royal Radis Army has three hundred heavy cavalry, making it the kingdom's primary decisive force along with heavily armed infantry, which forms the core in defense.
The composition of the Royal Army and the Allied armies, heavy cavalry and heavy infantry determinative force to normal forces such as spear soldiers, archers, dragon cavalry (light cavalry), and a very small number of demon mentors as special forces, is similar in other major countries of the continent.
When there are ten archers on the Heavy Duty Cavalry Triple Horse, and the squire will also fight with spears and more, they will be able to fully overwhelm yesterday's Warcraft, the Great Tooth Bear.
No, maybe you can think of it as a demonstration to reassure the inhabitants and show the Baron family the martial arts. Big Tooth Bear opponents should have enough of that archer and spear soldier.
"Else!"
Paulo came out of the mess in front of the suburb. I'm going to find this one and walk in.
"Hurry up. I'm going home with those knights. They're escorting us to the village."
Ishur put a salty jar under his feet, and said to the magnificent man, who was most likely using a scale to elucidate, with an unboyish look.
"Put it all on two hundred seals. Okay? Adding the numbers to the weight doesn't make you right. You're not a boring liar."
In addition to the soldiers, the Knights also prepared a large two-headed luggage car. The luggage truck was loaded with round-tails, ropes, knives, and rice balls. On the way to send the people of the village of Bersch or afterwards, it would be to carry the corpse of the Warcraft. Those knights meant not only escorting the villagers, but also scouting the surroundings on their way home.
Even though they rarely show up, on their way home. If the Warcraft shows up again, the villagers alone do not know what will happen. The Knights' escort was very grateful because I was a little worried so I thought I would force myself to follow you for some reason, both back home and near the village.
The horse riding armor also hid his ears, but even a military horse would be upset that it was the size of that warcraft squeal. measures should be taken, such as wrapping cloth around a horse's ear on Paulo, Paulo said,
"I don't think we're doing anything about last night. Let's make sure," he nodded.
"Give this to Imal," he said, handing over a small scroll.
Imal is the name of Paul's son. I work for a merchant named Seville in Ellistar. Ishl was also to work in a shop run by Seville as a merchant apprentice.
"Faro, you wrote it. Say hello to my son."
And it came to pass, as the queues of the knights moved out of the square, that they did it round about with their hands upon Ishur's head, and stood at the head of the convoy of the village that followed, and left the square.
As the other villagers, waving their every hand toward Ishur and saying goodbye greetings, also left the square with the wheels, later only the father remained.
"Be careful."
Else told Mr. Seville to give him the incense made by crushing one of the chicken potatoes he keeps at home. And he gave me a small cloth bag because it was the money my mother had been saving. Inside was a few pieces of copper coins and silver coins.
"When you calm down, you're going to send a letter to your mother and Russell. If you ask in Ellistar's Merchant Guild, they'll tell you the merchants who go to the village."
If I pay that merchant some money, I can get a letter delivered when I go to the village of Bersch at the merchant.
"There was something about yesterday. If you are about to be attacked by a warcraft, hurry and escape into the nearby woods and servants. Climb as big a tree as you can and be patient for a day or two."
My father was also worried about Ishur, just as he was worried about the Els returning to the village.
"It's okay. Because I'll do it well. Don't worry."
When he smiled and gave it a good nod, Els nodded back again and again, hugging Ishur once, he turned himself and chased after the village's lane. When he disappeared into the shadow of the building, he waved at the end.
Leaving the village of Ceuta, as yesterday, the meadows dotted with miscellaneous woods continued. On his way to Ceuta, he slipped away from a few lightly dressed horseback rides. It would have something to do with the emergence of the Warcraft yesterday.
After noon, Ishur walked into the proper shade of the roadside, eating the hard bread and dried meat, fruit and a little extravagant lunch that her mother's parents had made her hold. In front of you is a meadow of an appropriate size across the street.
Ishur stood on the street as he rose from the shade of the tree and looked around. There is no shadow in sight. I don't even feel anything suspicious around me.
And Ishur looked toward the meadow, and walked off his way into the meadow.
The weather is also slightly cloudy but almost sunny, with wide visibility and no people nearby. It is far from the village of Ceuta and from the city of Ellistar. It was a great opportunity. There was something I wanted to try.
Walk in the meadows for a while and stop. Focus your consciousness, sprinkle around with momentum that will explode your magic, causing intense winds all at once. We squeeze it up and shape it into a big tornado.
A tornado roaring and involving grass, dug up the ground and lightly brown-stained, is forward, about two hundred long steps (skull, about one hundred and thirty meters) away. Would it be about a thousand long steps tall? More or less the magic stops passing from about five hundred long steps away, so then the power weakens up there, probably almost zero in about six hundred long steps, and the one up there manages to maintain the shape of a tornado with the momentum of the wind.
Next, move it forward. And in a slightly diagonal direction, take it to the edge of the jungle on your right. The grass trees in that forest will be doomed. I feel a little sick, but I don't have a chance to try that. On the surface, the diameter of the vortex is about fifty long steps. I stalled the tornado by trying to hook it to the edge of its jungle. The trees shake violently, faster than the twigs break, and are more ripped off on their original thicker branches and trunks. The roar mixes with the sound of a vacuum and a broken tree. Finally, the slightly smaller trees were pulled out of the ground, turning themselves around and rising high in the sky with leaves scattered and spirals drawn.
Imagine replacing the wild trees, even covered in earth smoke and leaves and grass, with a bunch of heavily armed infantry in the kingdom in dense formation. Infantry that consolidates his whole body into an iron armor that can wind up, a great shield of iron that dances like a piece of paper. He moves the tornado back, forth, left, and right without moving the infantry that crumbles and flees. Probably, like this… it would be nice to make an arc and move it.
Move the tornado further forward. The next thing I know is a bunch of heavily armed cavalry that I saw in the morning. Troops of about 200 horsemen lined up before the assault. In fact, only meadows lie ahead of the destroyed jungle.
A tornado clashes against a horseback riding group. The horse is gone, the knight is sifted off, the heavy-duty cavalry is rolled up in a whole breeze of man-made horses, the troops crumble… and the tornado suddenly "hands" off, losing momentum. Eventually, the tornado lost its visible shape and became like a whirlwind, disappearing into the meadows.
Yes, it is. The tornado kept moving further and further away from itself, and the distance had already crossed five hundred long steps (about three hundred meters). My magic power crossed the reach without attenuation, and the tornado rapidly lost its power, probably around crossing the eighty-hundredth long stride, and ended up disappearing as a small whirlwind.
If I couldn't handle what happened after this, I'd be ravaged and skewered by surviving heavily armed cavalry by now.
Infantry, anyway, would be short distance and not very effective for a manoeuvrable horseback squad opponent. It's powerful magic that can be used on a wide area, but it doesn't have its "feet".
The trail through the tornado shows the ground soil dug up and the meadows disappeared, the black soil exposed, and the part of the end of the tornado hitting miscellaneous woods is just a cold figure with a few trees standing where branches have fallen and become like dead trees.
It's a powerful, wide-ranging magic, but it can only be used at close range. Doesn't it make much sense if you can't control it even if you're at least a mile or two away (a mile is a thousand long walks)?
I wonder what this halfway feeling is. I feel uncomfortable. Does it feel like you're being handled deliberately? Is something missing?
Rub between your brows when you exhale. Not so tired, but let's not do it again. There is also the matter of yesterday's warcraft.
After you turn your shoulders around. Relax and walk out onto the street. It is also fully possible to create two earlier tornadoes simultaneously, or two successive tornadoes at a time, but then they will drain so much that nothing can be done.
If we do two of those at the same time, we're going to be able to destroy quite a few troops... but no, if we use one for an attack and the other occurs around us and is it perfect for defense?
Well, it depends on the situation. Identify the opponent to fight, determine the situation, beat the opponent perfectly without a single scratch yourself, there is a cold harshness there where failure will never be tolerated. If you fail even once, there will be no later. That's what risking your life to fight for.
That tornado affected me, it started pounding and raining. The colour of the clouds became darker than just now. But the sky is bright, and the rays of the sun illuminate the clouds, or pour down upon the earth from among them.
Perhaps it will be in a form that is forcing upward airflow, even if it is not as real as a natural tornado, which makes it easier to develop some clouds over the sky to rain.
The rain is getting a little stronger. Step a little faster. Do you want to stay in the rain for a while under the trees on the side of the street and see how it goes? My mother made me a burnt tea cape, loosened the string of my back sac on my back and wore it out of my head.
Gradually approaching the street, I saw someone standing alone on the road. He is wearing white clothes.
Is that him?
I didn't have a single person until just now.
It rains heavily and becomes dusty. I started running to the streets.
This is no way, it won't have anything to do with the tornado we just had. With one of those tornadoes, I can't imagine it starting to rain so hard and wide. I wonder since when those people in those white clothes have been around. A tornado caused by magic, have they seen it?
The white man looks east and continues to stand on the spot without a single movement. I'm going to stop by that person.
The white man was an old man in a bright gray robe. With an ancestral wooden wand in one hand, his feet were barefoot. His head is lifted up and his long white beard is curled. His face was covered in deep wrinkles. He moved his mouth faintly and was talking about something.
I felt very uncomfortable. Looking immortal or saintly, like that. I have the kind of vestigial vision I saw somewhere before. What do you see and what are you talking about? I'll come closer from the front.
The old man ignores this one and keeps whispering something.
……
If I do, I'll talk fast and I can't hear what you're talking about. Looking into the old man's eyes from the front doesn't react in any way.
A lunatic.
"Hey, Grandpa"
I'm not responding.
"It's so wet. Let's go under the trees and stay in the rain."
Rainwater has fallen or fallen from long stretched eyebrows.
The old man keeps talking about something in a small voice. Sometimes I felt like I was talking to someone who wasn't here.
This is no good. I won't be your opponent.
I had no choice, so I decided to stay away from the old man and go under one of the near-field trees for a rainfall.
Heavy rain in the bright sky, crazy white old man willing to sit on the road. It's like you're looking at hallucinations, but the Shizuku that drops the frown on that old man's face, the definite presence you feel from all over your body, only seems real, in itself.
I glance at the old man from under the tree, but he still doesn't move a thing and seems to keep talking about something.
Eventually, the rain legs weakened, and the sky became brighter for a while. Clouds flow. I saw a thin rainbow on the plains that had just tornado.
I was in some strange place and I felt like I was back in reality.
Looking at the rainbow, I wonder if it's a good idea.
It's still raining fine and slight, but is it time to go?
When I took my gaze off the rainbow and looked at the old man, he didn't see the old man.
I haven't even looked around. I don't see him.
The old man disappeared.