Reincarnation of the Sword Master

"It's a shame."

Actually, even if I saw the elf, nothing would have changed much. the exclusive race of the Elf If he asked me to take him to Elf's village, I'd have made him a skewer.

But they weren't here, which meant that the North was also changing in some way.

Is this the Red Elves village far from here?]

"The law."

It was the heart of the north. Nsir asked with a question.

Is there a way? E.L.F. is a bunch of guys that make you squirt when someone comes.]

"Well."

The red elves were a sad race to go two exclusive.Asher opened his mouth lightly.

"I'll take care of course.

[…Huh.]

"I'm looking forward to it.”

I fiddled with a gray ring on my finger. Not wanting to meddle, Enshir changed his mind.

What are you going to do now?]

"I'm thinking."

The town of Red Elves was the center of the North. It was not close. So there was a part that I was worried about.

At that time, I felt a sign of presence. Asher took out the sword. Some humans were walking on the other side of the street.

"It's still there.”

“…….”

They thrust the sword in silence.

***

The east is the land of man and the north is the land of all races.

Humans lived in every region, and the largest population in the north was also human.

Humans who have lived in the land from the beginning and want to interact with other races. They had children here, and they were called to live.

But the barren northern lands lacked land to fill them all.

As a result, children born and raised in the north began to grab knives. So they turned into looters who unloaded visitors.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

"Ga, save me!"

They were now dying for Asher. They couldn't even run away and all but one fell in three breaths. He pressed the predator, who was crawling and peeing on the ground.

"Sa, Sa, Save me!"

"If you answer, I'll save you.”

"Well, ask me anything!"

cried the predator with a white face.

"Well, I'm the horse's foot here! I know everything."

"That's great."

Asher took her foot off. It's not a good thing, but I have a guide to explain the situation.

The plunderer began to talk as if he had become a spy.

"There's a brothel about to the west! If you go south, you'll find our home, and if you go north, you'll find a village! However, when an outsider comes in, he or she tries to kill and take his or her luggage while sleeping, so you'd better be careful if you went further north..”

"That's not what I'm curious about."

He constantly talked about whether he didn't want to die, but it wasn't the information Asher wanted. The predator blinked his eyes.

"He, then, what would you like to know…?”

"The Situation in the North Central."

How each race is living now. I needed that information. The predator's face turned whiter than before and became like a paint.

"Oh. The..."

"Don't you know?"

"He. I live on the outskirts, so I don't know what's going on in the heart--.”

The northern part was heavily populated in the center and the outskirts.

The outskirts were a place where other tribes and Eun-won lived, or only those who wanted to live among themselves. It was virtually disconnected from the center.

"Then it's useless.”

Asher muttered, the predator's face turned blue beyond white.

"No! No! I have a rough idea! You'll be satisfied enough!"

"Then tell me. What's the status of the Elves?"

"I'm fighting Orcs! Four, it's been forty years!"

"What?"

[Huh?]

Asher frowned.

"In the meantime, the good guys are fighting each other?"

[They haven't been fighting in 40 years?]

The voices of curiosity overlapped. Asher's eyes turned to a sword on her waist.

[What are you talking about?]

"What's that…"

The voices overlapped again. Asher shook her head.

"… once later. You. Is that real?"

"Yes, yes, I'm sure. I can hang my neck."

"Your neck is already hanging.”

Asher spoke bluntly, but it wasn't a very good situation. I thought the unity would have been broken, but I can't believe there's a race to fight.

Orcs and elves.

It was too obvious which side would win if the two fought.

"Why are you fighting?"

"Well, I don't know that. Not only me, but most people wouldn't know. Everyone who approached the battle has died.”

The plunderer lashed out for fear of killing him as useless.

"We're really fighting to stop the species. Some tribes actually perished in the aftermath.”

"Tut."

This made it necessary to go faster. The red elf was in the center of the north, but it was still unknown what would happen.

"So the Dwarves, are they still there?"

Fenr and Nsir. The two are also the shape of a soldier. If you take it to the Dwarfs, you could find out something.

The plunderer stammered out.

"The…dwarfs, they're extinct."

"What?"

Asher's brow wobbled and the predator screamed.

"Heez! I'm serious! Ma'am! Ma'am came in!"

The plunderer quickly followed. The body of a high horse came down, and he invaded Dwarf's Holy Land. There may be some survivors, but all of the tribal units have disappeared."

"…where is Le Penia?"

Without her, even the high horse wouldn't be able to run wild.

"Well, up to that, I....”

the ruler of the north Up to that point was unknown to the plunderer.

"This is all I know. So please....”

The plunderer knelt half crying.

"One last thing. I won't kill you if you answer this.”

"Yes, yes. Go ahead."

"There was a village near here called Motaria."

It was the closest human village to the northern border, so many people went there. And normally few people came out of town.

"Still there?"

"Yes, yes."

"As expected."

Motorola has a large territory. They extended their influence one by one to the north. The empire then repressed Motorola and disappeared from the east and changed its base to the north.

"Tired of you."

Motaria is the city of Motorola. It was their holy place.

***

"That's more than I imagined.”

I thought the North couldn't be different, but it was more than the East. The situation was already in tatters.

Hey, can I start asking?]

"Tell me."

[What was that earlier?]

NCIR asked like a normal person when he heard that fish were flying in the sky.

Is Elf and Orc on good terms?]

"I'll ask. Did they get along?"

[Uh, they were killing each other with excitement]]

"Not now."

We respected and cared for each other. That sounds like an old story now.

[…Considerate and Respect?]

Enshir asked full of distrust.

You mean Oak, right?]

"Of all races, orcs are the most polite.”

[Uh...]

Nsir muttered silently.

[I can't keep up with this...] I'll see you in personally.]

"…there."

The looter, who was stuck in a corner, raised his hand quietly.

"Excuse me. When will you release me...?”

The predator rolled his eyes nervously. Asher shook the dagger.

"I said I'd save you, I never said I'd let you go.”

"Yes. Yes?"

"I need a guide."

I've been here before, but I'm not going to be there. If I went around alone, I could get lost enough. Asher looked at the predator with a stark eye.

Looter. Stolen goods from the north and east. Of course there were people who died. There was a possibility that the predator in front of him was a murderer.

Above all, he was not a good man enough to release the man who attacked him.

"Ah. Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh....”

In defiance of the predator who collapsed in despair, Asher put in a dagger.

Dwarf's extinction.

Dwarf is a strong race. He once enjoyed the world with technological prowess and power.

But they became extinct.

"Gods."

It couldn't have been possible, putting down the devil's weapon. The gods must have cooperated. Things that are meant to betray a human being.

"I've decided."

He spoke to Oh Mo-han. I'll clean up the mess.

"You'd better reduce one."

***

"This is it."

The predator reached out with a half-dead face. There was a city at the end.

[That's big.]

"Because most of the visitors were in the city."

There was also a village in the east that served as a middle base, and in the north, there was a Motaria. It was natural for the city to become larger and more crowded.

"Most of them didn't come out all right."

"Well, are you really going in?"

Motaria is a city where visitors can hear. Northern residents never approach. The predator bit his fingernails with a frightened face.

"That's a madman's den."

"Go ahead."

"Ah, my life....”

The plunderer plodded along like a corpse. Enshir giggled.

[He's about to death. This is the holy ground of Motorola, right? Hmm.]

Nsir muttered in an interesting voice.

I can feel the power of God. But it's a bit weak. It's more like a church than a shrine.]

The Holy Land usually emits a divine force of poor snow, but the Mortaria was all about subtle light.

I won't stop you because it's necessary.]

God is after Asher. It was natural to respond.

How are you going in? There's a high possibility that you don't know your face, so you can infiltrate.

As the sun god did, it was possible that Mariana would not let him know his face.

[You know them well, so you'd better get some trust and get inside]]

"No."

Asher took a step forward.

"You don't have to kill time.”

I didn't mean to do anything else when I didn't know what would happen to the red elf.

Arriving at the entrance to the city, a young man with a good impression came to them.

"Welcome to Motaria."

The young man welcomed them. He smiled at the predator as he checked them out.

"You. Now you're ready to join our grand cause-and-effect?"

"Don't talk shit."

The predator backed away in disgust.

"I'm just a guide. I don't want to be with you maniacs."

"I'm sorry to hear that. We're always open, so come see us when you change your mind. So you're the one who has business with us?"

Asher nodded. The young man opened his arms with a big smile.

"Welcome. We welcome all visitors. May I help you?”

"I'm here to see God."

Asher's words hardened the young man's face.

"…where did you hear that?”

"because I had a connection with Mariana."

"I can't believe you even knew his name... You must have been a deep kite."

The young man burst into wonder. A look of goodwill turned to Asher.

"This is a good day. I didn't expect anyone who followed the grand will to arrive again. Please come this way. We serve everything to our best friends."

They went into the city. The predator crept in groaning with a dead face.

"So what's your purpose? Are you here to pray to God? Or did you come to see a great representative?"

"Not both."

Asher shook her head. Before I knew it, there was a sword in his hand.

"That's true."

[Uh... You don't.]

"Your God called me."

"Hey, hey."

The predator slowly pulled back.

"It's not polite to ignore the invitation."

"…you?"

The young man's expression slowly hardened.

"You don't…!"

The sword moved. An alarmed head flew in the air.

"I'm here, Mariana."

Asher clenched her fist and surrounded her. Asher stretched his fist as soon as the predator screamed and ran away. All the buildings in the direction of the fist-shaking fell as if they were directly hit by a gust of wind.