Reborn Ishl and the Magic Fixture of God

There was only one story about Imal, which contained shocking matters for Ishur.

The magician of the court...

"Which way ahead are you fighting with that catch-up dragon and the Royal Army?"

"Come on? If it was Rajid who said he was attacked by a fire dragon, it would be about fifteen miles (about 10 km) from here."

"Where is Rajid?"

"Hmm. Why don't you ask the soldiers of the kingdom in the tent? But those guys are on the bottom line, and you wouldn't know the details."

"Are you still fighting?"

"Ishl..."

Imal gets a slightly frightened look and tells Ishur to teach him.

"I think it's great that I'm interested in a lot of things, but in Isul's case, you're also interested in magic, warcraft, and dangerous things. That's very strong too. You should stop, it is. Someday you'll be in danger."

"Huh."

When he gave me a little squeeze and replied and showed it to me, Imal immediately smiled and said.

"Well, Ishl's so smart, I'm not really worried about him,"

Nothing. I'm not very smart. I just have a little bit of a long life experience. Cross the two worlds.

There Bijek brought his horse back. He has a slight look on his face. I guess he was relaxing while feeding the horses grass.

But you noticed something. He huffled, silently pointing to the southern sky when he hitched that loose look.

I can see something like a light brown sand dust rising above the grove trees across the river.

There seems to be a distance there. It spreads into thin, cloudy skies without sound.

"No way, over there?

Is that dusty thing fighting the Royal Army and the Fire Dragon around there?

"... the trees are bothering. The dragon is not dead yet."

Bijek told him to squeal, staring at those who pointed at him.

While having dinner with Imal and the others, Ishur was thinking of seeing the scene where the Royal Army and Fire Dragon were fighting at all costs in the middle of the night when everyone was asleep.

The neighborhood is full of stalled merchants. There are tents for the Royal Army, and I see outposts from time to time. I don't need to be alert to warcraft and bandits, I try to sleep alone from one line, near my luggage, on the carriage carriage carrier, and I don't stand guard at midnight anymore.

I also thought that the fact that Ishur woke up in the middle of the night, and went somewhere and didn't come back for a while, Imal and Gorn, anyway, would surely be noticed by Bijek, but so I don't care if he had any suspicions, it's not a situation where I care about that anymore.

Fire Dragon is still fine, but I thought I had to see what magic the court demon conductor would use and how he would defeat Fire Dragon, even though this was not. It seemed more important to Ishur today than to see the Red Emperor dragon show up for the first time in two hundred years.

I can hear noises coming from a little further away about whether you're even having a drink nearby. Imal, Gorn, and Bijek, lying on the carrier, are asleep. Bijek's sleep feels natural. I can't feel anything wrong.

When Ishur got up softly, he picked up the cloak he was laying down.

But there, Bijk still woke his eyes. Whether he's unusually sensitive or inquisitive, he's still an unafraid man. I'm going to look up at the risen Ishur from the carriage. Ishur said in a small voice to Bijku as he weaved his cape.

"I'll be back by morning. Maybe."

Walk downstream without waiting for Bijk's reply.

Bijk still noticed me. But I've decided I don't care about that anymore.

However, if he doesn't come back by tomorrow morning, he'll be worried about Imal as well. I'll have to be quiet and get mad at Imal then.

When the merchants and luggage cars lined up along the river at about the foothold sparkled, Ishur winded up, aiding him well enough to jump over a river with thirty long strides (about twenty meters) wide.

Down to the opposite shore, he goes out onto the street and runs for Rajid. Open all magical assists and let the chase wind also blow from behind to avoid draining your health itself as much as possible. The moon is close to full moon and the moon's light illuminates the road.

Miscellaneous forests continue on both sides of the road, even though they are sometimes interrupted. Vision is narrow.

Ishur sometimes jumped big and turned his gaze toward the sand dust he saw during the day.

You went into the village of Rajid, or as you ran, the cluttered woods on your right disappeared and your vision opened. The ground looks like pasture. Covered with short grass lengths. I can also see shadows like houses in the distance.

So far, I don't even feel anything glowing or vibrating or sounding like this. Ishur increased the speed at which he ran.

Running for a while, on the left hand side of the road, there is a place where the sky is brightening beyond the shadows of the grove trees.

Over there.

Ishur jumped even faster and jumped into the woods on the left side of the road. It passes on the branches of the trees and proceeds through the woods.

Eventually a strange noise interspersed with a low sound like a grunt and a high sound that shook Keane and the air, faintly heard from among the trees.

That must be the sound of a fire dragon.

Right now, the Royal Army and the Fire Dragon are probably ahead of us.

Moving on for a while, the trees sparkled, and loud, airy signs pushed forward. Eventually I could see the Fire Dragon on the left side of my vision and the Royal Army unfolding on the right.

Somewhat more than the Royal Army, it keeps its distance there and travels over the trees. There are small fires around here by the way. Let the light shine a golden scale, and a fire dragon hung on its back with a half-destructed elongated building, was it a cowhouse? Obviously bigger than elephants, rhinos, etc. Fleshing into the skeleton of a large dinosaur you see in a museum makes it this big, it feels like it's intact.

Fire Dragon lowered sloppily to see if one wing was even injured, resulting in a long stretched neck, sometimes raising a low roar to intimidate the Royal Army on the right.

The Royal Army, about two hundred long steps away (about one hundred and thirty meters), is deployed by heavily armed infantry lined with tower shields on the front, with a group of well-scattered archers behind it, and in the meantime you can see the spear soldiers and the knights on foot whether they are taking command or not.

The bow is sporadically released toward the Fire Dragon, but it does not appear to be able to penetrate the scales of the dragon very well and does not appear to be effective. It doesn't look like a bow and arrow or a spear are stabbed in the body of a fire dragon.

It's just that Fire Dragon was hit on one side of the wing, pushed halfway into a livestock farmer's building that seems to be a cowshed, much weaker. Behind the cowshed spreads forests, and it seems certain that this is the situation where the Fire Dragon was caught up in this place.

At the moment I wondered if it was glued or if there was currently no major movement between the two sides, two fireballs emerged from a painting hidden in a group of archers in the Royal Army. The fireball flew towards the Fire Dragon making a blurry sound, hitting it around the base of the Fire Dragon's neck.

The fireball is from the dragon. It burns and burns, burning the scales of the firedragon. Fire Dragon roared uncomfortably low. Its ferocious tone is not the ratio of the same roaring voices of tigers and lions.

Around the floating area of the fireball was a wizard wearing a black hood from his head and a large, intricately sculpted wooden cane, which until then had gone unnoticed.

from but small. A witch in the woods, an old wizard like Lene? Is that the court magician Imal was talking about? For the first time, I saw a wizard use some kind of offensive magic. I feel powerful and powerful right now. Besides, in the fire dragon, is it the magic of fire?

If you look closely at the wizard, a man's wizard was probably down, wearing a black robe a little further beside it. Looks like a few soldiers from the Royal Army are embracing it. That would be like out of magic. You suddenly fainted after using too much magic, it looks like you're unconscious. What magic did he use to fight the Fire Dragon?

A wizard who had just unleashed a fireball held a cane in both hands and began to cast some spell. I can see the magic lighting on the wand like fire. The density of magic is getting higher and higher.

The opposing Fire Dragon also increased its magic all over his body and began to concentrate around the base of his neck. Probably trying to throw up a fire.

The wizard set a sharp fire from beyond when he set up his wand. It spread conically as it flew through the sky and began to whirl in front of the Fire Dragon, forming the shape of a dragon with a roar. The dragon made of flames sounded well, then roared with a strange voice that sooo melted in the dark night. "Whoa," the soldiers of the Royal Army raised a twist of joy and awe. A dragon made of flames flies through the air towards a fire dragon.

Fire Dragon finally breathed in the air heavily and exhaled the flames to release the magic that was accumulating from his mouth. The flame emitted from its jaw was seen in something, very similar to the flame of a flamethrower. The flames unleashed by the Fire Dragon were bathed by a dragon made of the same flames that ran through the sky, and flew off and disappeared. Give me a little and the heat pushed up to this one.

Dragons made of the wizard's born flames did not seem to take much damage to the flames unleashed by the Fire Dragon, and follow them straight to the neck of the Fire Dragon. The Fire Dragon also wakes up a losing body and tries to bite into the neck of the Fire Dragon.

The two began to fight at each other's necks, teasing each other as they twisted.

This is magic......

That was a magical new look that I had ever felt I could not do with the magic of my gained wind. By casting spells and exercising magic in some way you don't know, magic crosses certain boundaries and leads to the realm ahead. Beyond the common sense of the previous world, bound by the laws of the natural sciences, to the world of narratives, so to speak.

The two dragons sprinkle flames around as if they were splashing blood, and continue to fight as if they were twirling.

Fire Dragon roared with a unique voice intersected by a low, grunting sound and a high sound trembling with Keane and the air, which he heard on his way to this occasion, once again uplifting his magic all over his body and tightening the dragon made of flames like a mighty force with his neck.

Suddenly, the flaming dragon lost its shape, and the shaped flame fell on the body of the flaming dragon and began to burn its body. Fire dragons groaned like they were going to suffer.

Eventually the flames that burned the body of the Fire Dragon disappear. Smoke is rising from the body of the Fire Dragon. That flame will be so strong against fire attribute attacks that it burned the body of the Fire Dragon.

Fire Dragon looked bitter again. Even though he defeated a dragon made of flames, it was obvious that he suffered considerable damage.

When I look at the wizard, my upper body is kind of shaking and fluttering. Seems to have drained a lot of mental energy. And suddenly he falls back. I was held by soldiers who were around me. The hood that covered his head turned back.

Huh?

After all, I thought you were an old wizard like Lene, and you were still a young, or childish girl. Bob cut, can I say, white skin on short, blackish hair. He has a wrinkle between his brows and a painful look on his face.

Isn't she younger than me?

Is there such a young girl in the court magician? What a surprise.

When he was stunned, the flaming dragon began to emit magic again. I'm going to throw the flame out of my mouth again.

That's all Fire Dragon still had.

This has been a bad situation. If that flamethrowing took place on the side of the Royal Army, there would be no other wizard besides her who could prevent it. Will that girl still have the power to use any effective magic right now?

It's not a good idea to use magic flashly...... but let's just interrupt the Fire Dragon spitting flames.

There is no particular reason to oblige the Royal Army, but we cannot overlook the casualties coming out in front of us, and most importantly, if we do not start and end the Fire Dragon, this one cannot go to Frontera at all times.

Ishur took out the knife he was stabbing in his trouser belt with his right hand. It was taken from a knife user who was escorting Ginova in Ellistar. It was suitable for throwing, such as the size, weight, and grip feel.

Take the right eye of the Fire Dragon pointing this way from the top of the tree. The distance is about one hundred and twenty long walks (less than eighty meters), a distance that never reaches the hit, but naturally uses magic.

When Ishur throws the knife, he puts it on the wind stream he made himself, concentrating the wind at the bottom of the knife's little squirrel and grip to accelerate it towards the right eye of the Fire Dragon.

The knife drew an unnatural parabola like some kind of guided bullet and as it approached the Fire Dragon, it accelerated to a straight line in front of it and pierced the right eye of the Fire Dragon. The Fire Dragon was utterly alertless, whether he didn't see it or whether he concentrated and didn't notice it to throw out the flame himself.

Fire Dragon raised another bitter cry of treble and bass as he brought his neck wide. The magic that was over him disappears. I guess I was prevented from concentrating.

Suddenly there was the sound of a heavy collision of trees and iron, and something like a large stick, almost horizontally from the king's army side, was unleashed on the fire dragon.

That brought his neck to the pain and pierced it near the base of the exposed Fire Dragon's neck. Fire Dragon now raised the lowly and weak voice of the Terminator. The scales on the underside of the body of the Fire Dragon seem to be thin or not growing.

Looking to the right, there was a barista, a large crossbow used for siege warfare. I guess I brought it all the way here to exorcise the Fire Dragon. Was that the trump card? The court magicians may have fought to weaken the Fire Dragon in tow. The fire dragon's movement weakened and he may have been aiming all along for an opportunity to expose his weak lower abdomen.

Surely Fafnir's dragon also had a weak abdomen.

With a large spear at the base of his neck, the Fire Dragon drained a large amount of blood from it, like burning oil of fire, holding still.

Cheer from the side of the Royal Army. That immediately changed for Seung-chun's voice.

You're done.

It was when Ishur tried to leave.

Someone is watching me.

That gaze was directed towards the Royal Army.