Shadow Brave's Readventure - Re-Tale of the Brave

Thousands of years ago, Sora and the others went back to the day they visited the Wood Leaked Forest. Even more so than the Mars Empire, which was still before the Empire of Entesia. so-called, before the era known as the Warring States era of the Enesian continent. It was during the prehistoric civilization.

"Wood Leaked Forest" was not called by that name. Its name at the time was "Forest of the Sun". It was a life-filled forest filled with overflowing sunlight. At its centre was the Great Temple dedicated to Shamrock, the Sun God, making him king of the gods. Nevertheless, there is actually nothing strange about this.

For the most part, a great temple or temple dedicated to Shamrock was built in these places full of sunlight, because the priests were offering prayers to him. Neither can this temple be an example of this, which is why.

but it was a story of ordinary times, and at the end of an auspicious prehistoric civilization focuses on two chiefs of clergy and warriors, fighting the enemy day and night with Shamrock.

"Warrior Chief! Welcome back!"

"Yikes. I'm home."

The warrior chief of this temple was, in a nutshell, a soft man. His personality sounds like a kizza in a nutshell. Nevertheless, I'm glad to say that's a hot guy who doesn't dislike it because he looks like a blonde, blue-eyed, smiling guy.

You may have a hard image like Rufaus because he's the temple warrior chief, but that's not actually the case in the mythical system of the Shamrocks. He was also admitted to be such a soft warrior chief.

Nevertheless, you can tell this by looking at Orrin. He's never been drunk and faint. I'm sorry about his fingers. As we allow it, basic shamrocks allow for considerable freedom. So it would be good for these warrior chiefs to be serving themselves, laughing and forgiving me.

Of course, it's not like there's no faith on the warrior's side. I have an unworthy trust in Shamrock, who recognizes and takes me away from such a soft self, and even dedicates immense faith. Therefore, in the public sphere, we will never fall short of our style as warrior chiefs.

"How's it going?"

"Again, we are only disadvantaged... and the followers around us are praying for us... for how many minutes we have been brainwashed by using the communications network, so the number..."

"That's right."

The warrior captain seeps a slight bitterness in the report of the guardian captain who was protecting the temple, saying that the tone is troublesome. but there was no loss of spare laughter from that face.

"Ma, even so, they brainwash. There is no quality. You can't pray as well as we do. If they're counting, we're just talking about quality."

"Ha!"

The guardian captain of the warriors regiment, who was protecting the temple, also nodded with a smile at the spare grin of such a warrior captain. To such a guardian captain. The warrior captain waves behind his back with a laugh and walks away. but that's how a little walk seeped seriousness in his face.

"We haven't lost hope yet, from this world..."

After all, he understands the truth because he's fighting outside. There was only seriousness in the warrior's face that the status quo was quite painful to see. This is the seriousness of him, known as the Softie. There is still room to observe the condition.

"The communications network got hit by a bump, it hurts... there's a day and night invasion in the north lab... and I was reinforced over there at vacation break, too. Pretty smart enemies... they say the lab at the end of the west fell in the meantime as well... shh. What idiot. Summoning God from another world, what the hell did you do..."

Warrior chiefs review the status quo with a serious face. There was a slight frustration in that face, probably because this was still the fault of some researchers and the upper echelons of the country. It's a good nuisance from the involved form of the general public.

And he had such a serious face, but suddenly a soft grin back earlier. That's because there was a goddess in front of me. Of course, this goddess is not a metaphor or anything. I am a true goddess.

"Oh! It's not Charles! Why did you come?

"Huh... fucking elves. A pervert who brings a woman to a habit not even a poet."

"Hey, hey. I hope you don't stare at me like that."

The warrior chief stared at by Charlotte with a little bit of a bitter smile. Well, I forgive her with both hands. She curses at vegetarian tones. It must have been quite a thing, and it was true.

In fact, this warrior chief was also Shamrock's divine angel. He is the warrior chief of the Great Temple. That's about as powerful as it was, and it seems prestigious in public. I would be well qualified.

Therefore, the warrior chief was sometimes invited to the divine realm of the Shamrocks, which existed at that time, but he accidentally spoke of Charlotte without knowing the goddess when he was still worthy of saying he was new.

So, Charlotte bought me a lot of discomfort. I'm sorry that I treated her politely because she was my brother's divine angel, which was something she later told Kite.

"Haha. As always, you're on guard."

"Hey, hey... all I can say back then is that I was in good shape"

"When it comes to being you, it's like you."

Ha laughs casually at the chief of the clergy, who seems to have welcomed Charlotte as chief of the clergy, against the illuminable warrior chief. They were both born and raised in this forest and lived with the men of this temple as elves from this forest.

This temple was accepted by anyone of the basic prehistoric civilizations, but it is still the elves that are often located. So both the clergyman and warrior chief were basically elves for generations.

"Ha ha."

"haha"

……

A warrior chief who laughs a little lightly, and a cleric who laughs like him all the time. And an unfathomable Charlotte between the two of them. Those three get a break for a little while during the battle. but that was really only in between once. In no time, the temple captain rushed in on the spot.

"Warrior Chief! Chief Cleric!"

"Yeah? What's up?

"It's an enemy attack! Enemy, majority! Too many to count!

"" "Eh!

The three rise together. I knew this one was a disadvantage. I knew it, but I never thought I'd attack a temple like this.

This is not a location or an important hub, nor is it of any strategic utility. Therefore, the Warrior and Cleric Chiefs had returned home to heal their weary bodies in a series of wars that succeeded them. At the same time, it is also an instruction to take a break because it turns from the beginning of the vacation to the counterattack.

"I'll clear the way. My sickle is enough for the beasts of pitch black."

……

……

Two warrior and cleric chiefs nod face-to-face at Charlotte's suggestion. That's the best we can do, and we don't have enough power to stop a large number of enemies in this temple. And as the warrior chief said, the communication network of this civilization today is entirely under the control of the enemy. Then someone needed to go outside and call for reinforcements.

If so, Charlotte would have been most apt no matter what you think. If we get to some distance, she can hide using her power as a god. It is an incomparable realm of warrior leaders who are merely angels of God, even as a force.

At any rate, it would be a place where it is not the moon and night during the day. She is the goddess of the moon. I can't do everything I can without the moon. Even considering there, she had better go get reinforcements than stay.

"Everybody, it's a protracted war! You just have to wait till the goddess goes and comes back! Easy job! Don't get wet!

"The priests must hurry to accommodate the surrounding inhabitants! As soon as we're done, we'll expand our boundaries and provide support for the warriors!

"" "Ha!

The two Warrior Chiefs and Cleric Chiefs begin their command in a familiar way. I guess there's still something called a time pattern. Just as Kite, who lived the centuries-old Alliance War, did, so did the Ixphos, who survived the Founding Wars, there was no such thing as stray or precipitation.

"Bear with it. Until the moon guides you."

"Yes, sir. As soon as possible, please."

The warrior chief missed Charlotte waving lightly into such a pitch-black tsunami by herself, looking at the only myriad of pitch-black beasts. Both of them. It's a desperate battle to get into, and a desperate battle to stay.

But we have to. So the warrior chief makes a laugh. If you bend your knees and show despair, that will break the hearts of the warriors. That must be avoided.

"We have to survive, there's nothing."

Warrior chiefs put up some kind of sword and smile as lightly as usual. < >. That was the likeness of two names given to him.

"Come on, let's go!

"" "Whoa, whoa, whoa!

A warrior commander hangs the decree and plunges into countless enemies that can only be described as a pitch-black tsunami. Following that, the warriors of the elves rush in for the sake of their families for the sake of the people to protect. That's how one desperate battle began, not left in history books thousands of years away.

In terms of results. Charlotte's reinforcements didn't make it. No, he couldn't have made it. Why? Because, as the three of them were surprised, they had reason to send great armies to the Great Temple in such a despicable place.

Yes, because just at this time, a major offensive had been launched against the laboratories far north of this forest - the ruins at the bottom of the lake found by the kites. The enemy figured out the counter-attack operation that started here and took the lead.

To avoid sending reinforcements there, the warrior and the clergyman launched an attack on their home base for a break. That, the warrior chief understood from the seriousness of the enemy he felt in the middle of the battle.

"Ah... I wonder if our secret weapon has been found out..."

The warrior chief was alive, even as he became a general bloodbath. It was the battle of the lion who could only describe the heavenly skies and the admiration even if there was a scasaha of the other master of kites and the syllabuses that said kites, musashi, and even they admired. but that was the limit already.

"I'm going to do half of it... haha. Seriously, maybe half."

The warrior chief just had to laugh as he desperately held on to his knee, which was about to give in. The battle, which had begun before the evening, had already plugged into the evening and was almost to the point where the sun was going down. He never ceases to grin, and asks the Chief Cleric who fought through hours of battle to protect himself and the Temple of the Two.

"Ooh. Alive."

"Somehow, it's... at least, it's alive. Your hands and feet are safe."

"Live with each other more than anything,"

They just had to laugh at each other being safe. but I knew that it was only a few days later that I could be there.

"Next, maybe the last wave...... should I?

"I don't think we should do it."

If you're not already, you can give in to despair. The enemy was now ready for the last offense. Quiet before the storm now, so to speak. It was at the end of this tranquillity that a truly desperate battle began.

"How many are left..."

Warrior chief looks around gently. A few hours to this point, he was attacked. It was a major invasion that didn't take long to breathe. As a result, many of the lives that would otherwise have been helpful had they been treated immediately had they been lost. Seeing that, the warrior chief is a warrior, so I realized I lost.

"... hey"

"... what is it"

"... the one who's left in the temple. Get away. I can't do this. Maybe Charles is running at all costs... but we can't support him alone. This temple falls. If we don't miss it now, we're doomed."

"Huh..."

Our own homeland falls. The clergyman's face is distorted, pointing it out clearly by the ruthless. but the truth is well understood with him. Therefore he swallowed up the anger that made him want to throw up, and suppressed the part of his connection that sought to put up a vanity, and nodded.

"... okay... good luck"

"Oh. You, too."

The chief cleric is a cleric. Prayer, He who guides. I'm not a warrior. If so, there must be no choice left to fight here. That's the role of a warrior. They have to survive to escape and connect to tomorrow.

That's how the chief cleric feels behind his back as he descends into the temple, while the warrior chief sets up a sword with a sun-like glow given to him by Shamrock.

"Sorry, everybody."

"Ha ha. Warrior Leader. What now?"

"You're losing your usual grin."

"Oh? Really?

Warrior chiefs smile all the time at the encouragement of the very slightest surviving warriors. Everyone was laughing. But it was never a broken emotion, but it wasn't a late laugh, believing that this battle would be a hope for tomorrow. That's how, at the same time, they cemented their resolve to the final battle. At the same time, a great invasion of the enemy began.

Charlotte reached that temple just a little after that last great invasion began. It was when the battle came to its best.

"Huh!?

From the Great Temple, the light of the sun shines. She had seen it. It was the brilliance of a divine sword that swept from the sword given by his brother, Shamrock. This is what springs from the Great Temple, so it was enough to detect that quite a few powerful enemies entered the Temple's interior.

"Oh good...... Dear Charlotte"

The Cleric Chief smiled at Charlotte, who had brought in only marginal reinforcements based on the number of enemies. There was some sort of determination seeping through that face.

"… ask for them"

"Whoa! Wait!

Charlotte hangs a stop on the clergyman who showed determination and just entrusted the clergymen and the people who fled to him. but on the face of the turned priest, she could no longer say anything.

"... thank you"

I'm dying. When he was shown the expression of determination and readiness to die, the servant Charlotte was also put under barometric pressure. I guess that means the other guy was here so badly.

"... the moon will lead you. Don't get lost, pass away."

……

Peppered by Charlotte's encouragement, the clergyman bowed his head. So, a few minutes after that. In the ground floor of the Grand Temple, a mighty magic burst, and there was no more sun-like light to tear apart the dark night that had never been interrupted before.

"... stupid elves... but I didn't hate it when you said that."

Charlotte merely prays small to her brother's divine angel and his comrades, who have had a spectacular confrontation. She's a reaper. God who guides the dead. He paid the greatest tribute to the two new heroes who joined the line of the dead. And so one of the battles that took place thousands of years ago was to bring the curtain down again.