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

Thousands of years ago. In the battle that Sola and the others were told, this was something that the author did not know about but was not told about.

"Damn...... uh, I'll do it. One of the most erosive species."

The warrior chief was half-laughing when he saw the trump card the enemy had rolled out at the end. Again, it would be because in this day and age the majority of enemies are relatives of things called evil gods or those manipulated by them. Classification was carried out systematically.

Among them, they read about enemies who embraced the power of evil gods, went mad, and stuck their feet in a troublesome realm, as erosive species.

To put it plainly, you can say the demons covered in pitch-black moya that the Solas fought.

"I'm the only one left..."

All the warriors who were fighting with themselves and the clerics who were buffing us desperately for them were stuck on the ground and out of breath. It's a mess with him, you can fall. But he never fell.

"But come on... but come on! Because it's painful, you can't bend your knees and show them tears, if you're a man!

As if that were his last light fire, a vortex of blazing magic wrapped around him. It revives himself and lifts his knee forcefully, which was about to be one of the foremost.

Exactly what style and appearance you just deserve to call a hero is barometric as to what a metaphor might have been. I should have been under barometric pressure. but enemies are the same as mad endless beasts. Therefore, there was no stray.

"Ofu."

Don't get lost, in a straight line. The enemy would normally be pressured into a vortex of magic to strike the warrior chief with his gigantic arms.

It is fine that the warrior chief originally stood. Therefore he was gently blown away, breaking through the walls of the temple and being flown inside.

"Gu...... but here it is! Whoa, whoa!"

A warrior chief can roar through several walls, knock down several columns, slow down, and be blown to the center of the temple. With it, the sword wrapped around the rays of the sun.

The temple is already a mushroom. And for a giant opponent, this is the hardest place to fight. I was lucky to get it because I didn't have reason.

"For fuck's sake! Take the hell out of here! Suck everything I got!

The light that dwells on the sword adds even more radiance with words similar to the roar of the warrior chief. Thus began the desperate battle of the warrior chief.

In terms of results. The desperate battle of warrior chiefs never tied themselves together. In the first place, after a series of wars, both magic and stamina were completely teased. Fight the mighty enemy in that situation. It's strange that he could have lived, and it's strange that he could have fought properly.

……

Oh, he's dead, and the warrior chief watched the days before running like a running horse lamp. The imminent giant arm was as relaxed as slow motion.

(He says he looks slow when he dies... seriously he does...)

Because of the pain and fatigue, he had no such benefit. but live long enough, death never comes.

…… Huh! "

Maybe this is it. It's too slow for that. The warrior chief thought so, but understood that this was not due to an acceleration of recognition, and avoided the giant arm by trying to fall on the spot as much as he wanted. Shortly afterwards, a giant arm, which should have been a throw, passed over his head with fierce momentum.

"Why are you back!

To the cause of this phenomenon, the warrior chief rises his anger. It didn't slow down like a running lantern. As a matter of reality, the magic restraint was slowing us down. Besides, the chief cleric just had a seeping grin of readiness.

"To die with friends."

Not to come home alive. To die here. The warrior chief saw that readiness because he was a friend.

"This enemy will be defeated here. Even if we can't defeat them, we won't let anyone hurt us anymore."

"Shit... uh, that sucks. At the end of the day, a pretty girl nursed me and wanted to die."

"If you're Charlotte, you'll be outside, won't you?

He said, "I know."

Otherwise, the Chief Cleric can't be here. The warrior chief understood that very well. Thus, he asked the Cleric Chief, laughing as usual and laughing as loudly as usual.

"How much magic do you have left?

"Twice as hard as you can,"

"Well. Have you lost... this isn't the first time you've lost, is it? I only have one shot left."

"Haha. If the corrupt edge gets this far, it's fun."

"Right."

The Cleric and Warrior Chiefs laugh at each other with the same grin. I'm already ready. Even if we die here, the lives we live will move on to tomorrow. If so, it is with us that we live. Yes, they snorted.

"We've known each other for a long time... but this is going to be a long time."

"Well... we'll just leave it to the later ones."

"Oh. One thing, if we can connect our lives tomorrow, we'll have enough."

The warrior chief nodded at the word of the clergyman. At the end of the day, there is a magic that burns out even life beyond comparison between the two bodies.

"The sun!

"Our God!

"" I offer myself to you!

The two unfold the ultimate sorcery, allowed only in the unlikely event to the Divine Angel. It is the power to devote oneself to destroying the enemy, and the power to devote oneself to sealing the enemy.

The chief cleric sealed up the mighty enemy and the warrior chief was going to knock it off with a life-threatening blow. but you wouldn't be able to do this either, the two of you thought. So put more hands on it.

"" Our Sun God is a believer! For all the spirits who live in this forest! Our God! Let us do a miracle. Pay!

The vortex of magic, which was even mighty, adds enormous power. In addition to our own lives, we draw strength from God. That's all I can do, but I still can't. Therefore, the warrior commands to his sword.

"< > Great Sun (Sol Grande)! Unleash that power completely and defeat the darkness before me!

The sun-like sword emits the sun-like light. That was so powerful that the giant, who had never felt any itching before, accidentally lagged behind. With a sword with such sun-like power, the warrior leader walks out slowly. The body was no longer as burning as the sun, and as bright as the light.

Unreasonable enemies also stopped moving on boulders precisely to the appearance of a hero who could only be described as the Sun. So far, the enemy was overwhelmed by the appearance of a hero.

"Come on... it's my last and final blow"

Step by step, the warrior chief walks as he steps to remember his previous life. The chances of being able to defeat are five minutes and five minutes. We've done this far, and we're finally mutual. And that's why there was a clergyman here.

"The sun..."

As he prays, the chief clergyman raises the scepter he had in heaven. And it came to pass from the magic stone, which was attached to the head of his staff, that the sun was shining again.

With the power of two suns, the enemy will not be able to move this time. It's not just barometric pressure, overwhelmed and unable to move. The power of the chief cleric had cut off the supply of power from the evil gods, and it was in its aftermath that they were being held captive. Originally, the chief clergyman was an impossible craftsman on his own, but he gained his share by paying the price of his life.

"Sleep in the grinding heat and extreme light! < >!"

From the sword of the warrior chief, who was emitting the aurora of the sun, the power of light and destruction, which can no longer only be described as white, burst forth. It overwhelms the entire temple and strikes defenseless enemies who remain immobile.

Thus the pitch-black darkness, which had covered the enemy's body, was shaken away, revealing the family of the evil god who would have become its vegetarian body and the figure of the fruitless.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!

Towards the entity that finally sees it, the warrior chief strengthens the power that can be put into the sword even more. I don't know if this plain body was brainwashed or if it went down to the military gate of its own free will. I don't know, but I'll just kill either of them. This is war. It's a survival competition. I can't afford to be sure, they don't have it.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa..."

The roar of the warrior chief, who was roaring mightily, gradually weakened. The lights of life were about to go out. But by then, most of the enemy's bodies had been wiped out, and the lower body had already been wiped out, leaving the upper body a little bit behind.

So the warrior chief tried to squeeze his remaining strength, but he couldn't. A sword that was shining a ray of sunshine pierced the ground as power fell out of his hand at a later step.

……

Dosari, the warrior leader falls to the ground. It was a fierce battle after a fierce battle. We raised it to the end of the day. As a result, even if it was not possible to completely destroy the enemy, it was like a death that could only be described as Heaven and Heaven.

"Immediately..."

Looking at the fallen warrior chief, the clergyman develops his final secret. As it is, the family of this evil god goes out at some point. So we needed to seal it here. If you're lucky with that, you could die in the seal just like that. It's a bet, but it was a lot better than not doing it.

……

At the same time as the final secret surgery is activated, the wand makes a mild noise and falls to the ground. And at the same time. The clergyman fell and fell, making a far lighter noise than the warrior chief.

Thus, with the Chief Cleric's earliest secrets, the enemy remained worn out and was sealed in the first floor of the temple, which collapsed in the aftermath of the Warrior's attack.

From that day on, about thousands of years. Sola and the others stood directly above the scene. It seems that there was that last battle underneath.

"Under this..."

With a slightly awe-inspiring seeping voice, Sildoor bows her head. Aside from him, the elves of The Wood Leaked Forest, who changed their name from The Sun Forest, must have fought deep down here once. Head down against the great heroes of the elves and salute them in each way.

"The forest says. Then the children of those who fled were ours."

Wedge, who was bowing his head and paying homage as well as his brother, looks up and tells Sola what the woods are telling us. So it seems the forest didn't teach them.

Underneath this, they're still alive enemies that should have been sealed at that time. Knowing that, the elves will challenge all their ancestral hatred to battle on their own. It is, in a way, an act of attributing the thoughts of a warrior chief to nothing. So the forest drew the will of its hero.

"I now know that my ancestors wanted to return to this land for whatever it was... this land was also a tomb of heroes for them"

"Oh......"

Wedge seeps slight tears into the edge of his eyes at Sildoor's whining. I merely thought it was a ruin, but I guess I was even slightly ashamed to know I had such ancestral thoughts.

"Brother... let's do it. It's time to clear our ancestors' minds."

"Oh... those elves in there! You know that! There's only one order! Don't die as one!

"" "Whoa, whoa!

Heroes died to keep themselves alive. Survival is absolute, if that's what you want. Therefore, the elves raise their hegemony to Syldore's decree, and raise their voices and increase their will to fight. Sola and the others snort at the elves like that. We don't have any connection or itch with ourselves and their heroes. No, but I never thought it would be good to leave it unhindered.

"Tenjo"

"Ugly."

Survival of all. That's the absolute condition of this one. and a translucent elf man appeared before the elves with the Adventure Department who showed such determination.

'Uh... not at all. I'm so hot for nothing. "

Everyone opened their eyes to an elf man who appeared abruptly. What showed up was a blonde blue-eyed, elf with a soft grin on her face. Even girls would have been very much alike if they had been numbing at the tavern.

but there was such grandeur as could be seen with one eye with its majesty and hero. He raised his hand in a light way with a soft grin that did not make such a heroic style feel even dusty.

"Yikes. Oh, you know who I am?

"Uh... uh... that warrior chief, is it?

Sola, whose eyes met by chance, nodded and replied to the warrior chief's words. Besides, he nodded clearly.

'Well. Well, I know the general understanding because I was hearing it from the woods. Oh, there's something about my name being Ernesto for once, but please be friendly with me at El. Oh, you got the same name or something? I'm not particularly close to a girl. "

When the warrior chief named Ernesto, he waved with a pleasant grin as it was. After all, that seemed far from being a hero, and anyone seemed familiar. but there's nothing Sola and the others can do about it if they show you like that. I'm just confused, and I'm just gonna look at each other to see what I can do.

"Uh..."

"Uh. Have you ever met a hero or an angel of God? Well, I guess I can't help but mostly hear the upside of the battle from the woods. Hey, Master Boulder Shamrock. I didn't expect you to recover from that situation and win. '

Apparently, Ernesto is a surprisingly, no, unexpected or nothing chatty elf. Elves like this are rare when it comes to rarity. So Ernesto, who laughed on his own, laughed a lot, turning a serious face.

"No, no. For now, I came out because I could barge in and say that it was just like this. Down here, as the woods say, the enemies we've defeated are asleep. For once, most of my body was damaged in my last attack, so only about half of what we fought for. So you can win... '

Ernesto put away the bitter face that floated once and asked Sola and the others with a serious face again. It certainly had the style of those who were said to be heroes.

'If you're going to do it, be prepared. I'm a warrior too. If you are prepared to challenge the battle, you will not stop. That is also a terrible insult to warriors. So I won't, but at least I'll make you ready to deal with a mighty opponent'

At every moment, pressure is released from Ernesto. That would never be bearable if it were the same boldness. You're dead, this pressure. I was letting everyone know how powerful he was in his lifetime.

And I did it, and I couldn't defeat him. Its natural strength is not much to observe. but I still don't think we're going to lose. The woods decided it was okay with Sola and the others. If so, it should be equipped with as much strength as it can defeat. I can tell you all have a chance of survival. So, Sola never felt any pressure on Ernest's pressure either.

'... could I do it unexpectedly? Well, then, okay... well, at the end of the day. Don't die. "

Ernesto is the last to inspire when he sees the face of such a sola and adventure club. So, that moment. His back glowed, and the stairs that had previously been sealed appeared, inviting them all down.