○ Lithwarn, Sanctuary of Dragon Country Dragon
"You, Nicolaide!
Lithwarn shouted.
Immediately after he finished destroying those who broke into the dragon valley, the sensational demonic junction was activated.
deeper in the valley. An intruder entered a place where the dragon sanctuary was located.
Nicolaide LeBlanc of "Iron Farming," one of the five heads of the Shang Guo Guo Guo, glanced down from the back of the dragon.
"Hmm. Have you noticed? Put a demonic junction in the wrong place."
Following Nicolaide, three men came down.
From the work of the three of them, I can see that they are the ones who have been trained.
"Nicolaide, what are you doing here?
"I don't know why."
"Are you going to destroy the dragon sanctuary?
"You're right. Let us destroy this land for the future to come."
When Nicolaide raises his hand, the three men head to the stop.
Nicolaide's gaze is directed more backwards of Lithwarn.
Lithwarn was followed by regular soldiers who were also here.
"What can you do alone!
"There's something I can do.... Here comes the dragon. You play him, too."
Nicolaide came aboard a medium-sized flying dragon.
Compared to small dragons, they vary in size.
Dust your best offense here.
Then I'll stop you.
"He's as shiny as ever. But he called himself" Iron Farming. "Did you think an arms dealer was unfamiliar with weapons?
Weapons and protective equipment used for war, and other merchants who take on the food used by soldiers in one hand, are this Nicolaide. It is called Iron Farming.
Nicolaide confronted Lithwarn as he pulled his slender sword out of his hips.
The two stare at each other outside between swords.
"If you do this, the world you want isn't coming."
"That's not true. It was a shame in the modern era, but if we even break this place, all we have to do is wait for the life of the dragon jockey. It's just like a soup without a dragon, like a dragon country without a dragon."
There is no gap between us even as we engage in a tongue battle.
When Lithwarn takes a step, Nicolaide takes a step back.
The distance between the two had not yet shrunk.
"Even without dragons, the dragon kingdom develops.... That's why I'm not going to forgive you for what you do!
"I'm not asking you to forgive me. Here!"
Nicolaide, who had so far taken a distance, packed himself in time.
Soon it became a distance for both swords to reach.
Each other's swords are rolled out, and attacks and defenses are severely replaced.
The use of a slender sword by both sides changes the expansion dizzily.
"I know what the five heads want. A world dominated by merchants. Right."
"That's right. Ideal."
"To guide the people, we need the noble will and philosophy to study and spend the rest of our lives. It's not something you can do as a hassle of business."
"What is politics, without leaning on the people? Who's around the traders? Whose opinions we listen to and rule the people."
"The voice of the people is well heard. But the exchangers are the ones who guide the people. It is not a greeting to the people or a"
"... Hmm. No matter where you go, don't engage. Like this sword."
The decisive scene has yet to come, even as we roll out our swords to each other.
Blessed with the talent of the sword, Lithwarn, who has acquired skill by effort, and Nicolaide, who has a strength backed by age.
The two mouth shots and sword swords are mutually reinforcing.
Lithwarn also rarely agreed with Nicolaide's words about not engaging.
"A merchant who can't enrich his chamber of commerce is disqualified. Likewise, a lord who can't enrich his people is disqualified."
"Don't talk politics in business. Even if we lose money now, there are policies that will remain for the next and successive generations. You should not lose money or lose money in a short-sighted perspective."
At the end of the day, we can't understand each other because of what we believe in and where we stand.
Meanwhile, around that time, the three men who came down with Nicolaide were struggling with regular military opponents defending the land.
"Be careful! These guys' physical abilities. Not really."
All three men were spellmen.
The spellmen have different weapons that they are good at.
The regular soldiers, who had assumed war and fighting soldiers, were behind by not getting used to the weapons used by the spellmen.
"Push wrap in number!
Even if the minutes are bad on a one-on-one basis, this one has more numbers.
The Regular Soldiers took good time with their enemies in an operation waiting for their health to run out.
Conversely, the faces of loyal legions (Royal Legion) pushing in numbers against medium-sized dragon opponents were struggling.
Though it can be unmatched in the battle between man and dragon, in the battle between small and medium-sized dragons, the minutes are pretty bad.
In the case of fighting dragons, there is no way to attack medium-sized dragons that are out of step in size.
The dragon jockeys do not envisage fighting in the first place with dragons.
He is finding a breakthrough while working well together, but he is hung on the nails of a medium-sized dragon with one another.
Treasure is a flying tool at a time like this, but just as a legion of loyalists (Royal Legion) are fighting flying tools, so were medium-sized dragon dragon jockeys.
In other words, you are doing well at the moment.
In doing so, more damage was done to the loyal legions (Royal Legion).
By that time, Lithwarn had succeeded in causing Nicolaide a small hand injury.
Skills are almost mutually reinforcing.
It was thought that the difference in experience would raise the armament on Nicolaide, but it is apparently out of stamina.
Nicolaide is old enough that it's time to reach seventy.
Exactly what Lithwarn is, inferior in endurance.
"Sounds like it's been.... The Spellman is all alone now. Why don't you surrender?"
There were three. Two spellmen are down, too.
Lithwarn recommended a surrender to Nicolaide, but not so much room on the inside.
Nicolide, which is indeed relative, is already out of breath.
There is also one spellman left.
But the biggest enemy, the medium-sized dragon, remains intact.
"... ever"
Lithwarn's ears picked up Nicolaide's words.
"You ready to surrender?
The last of the spellmen fell.
Now the Regular soldiers will also reach Lithwarn.
"Whoa, this way is fine, go! Go and do what you do!
When Nicolaide shouted, one dragon jockey aboard a medium-sized dragon nodded, pushing the small dragon that was cementing his surroundings and starting to fly.
Right next door is the Dragon's Holy Gate.
"Make it stop!
Lithwarn's cry burst into the night sky.