Skeleton Knight, in Another World

At the end of its gaze, it rises again to the sky, reflecting in a small way the figure of the Felfivislotte of the Dragon King (Dragon Road), who was waiting at the same altitude.

Felfivislotte, winged over the sky, used the whole body of its giant to capture the magic of its surroundings, and when it weaved its own magic further to create a mighty force, it manifested itself overhead.

It emits a white, dazzling glow as if it were a small sun, and as Felfivislotte focuses further there, its magnitude gradually swells larger and larger.

Simultaneous river crossings have already begun under the eyes of the immortal (undead) army, and the immortals (undead), who raised a huge water splash and crossed the middle of the river, were once again feeding on the bow of the Elf warriors.

But in front of the overwhelming quantity, it was just the state of water in the burning stone, and the subsequent immortals (undead) were crushing the first immortals (undead) that were defeated and moving forward.

As more than two hundred thousand immortals (undead) merely come forward without fear of the bow of the Elf warrior, both the soldiers of the people who can only watch the battle and the Elf warriors who release with their arrows are engraved between their eyebrows remembering the feeling of something thin conveying on their spines.

But at that time, I visited abruptly.

Dragon King (Dragon Road), who was pouring powerful magic into the tiny sun over the sky, swelled up enough to hold himself and unleashed it against the undead army across the river beneath him.

When Grand Elder Fangus, who was still checking on the condition, sent signals to those who were waiting beside him, the alarm rang repeatedly in a constant rhythm, to the point where he could not resist in the fort.

"Put your weapon down and lay low!! Everybody stay out of the wall!!

To signal that, the team leaders began to raise their voices and thoroughly surround themselves so that they could take a pre-arranged shock-resistant stance toward their men.

Standing on the rooftop of the tower, Blanier Borderline Uncle also stood with his men in the position of leaning over the wall and bowing his head to usher in that time, only Grand Elder Fangus was laughing as he peeled out his white teeth while his eyes shimmered on the rooftop of the tower.

The moment Uncle Blanier sees it and tries to speak up to Elder Fangus - the landscape in front of him stains bright white and he meditates without thinking about the flashes that burn his intense eyes.

Dowwwwwwwwwwwww!!!

A fierce gust of wind blew there with an explosion that split (crunched) their ears, and when the earth at their feet vibrated to roar and the entire fort shook, the soldiers screamed without a voice in its shock and fear.

Doing so, now countless pebbles and dirt giveaways had poured relentlessly on the soldiers from overhead, and then local rain had blown down there, turning the soldiers into an instantly painted figure all over their bodies into mud.

I don't know what the hell happened - the soldiers yell at each other to make sure they're safe with their ears that are still ringing and hard to hear.

They had been informed in advance that a powerful magic attack would be carried out as an essential part of the operation, and that they had also been informed in advance of their actions to protect themselves from the impact.

But what they had just experienced was a far cry from what everyone had imagined.

It was in a fort made noisy by the soldiers of the people, but on the contrary, the elf warriors waved their fists up into the sky in a slightly excited manner, raising their voices everywhere.

Neither was Grand Elder Fangus, who was royal on the rooftop of the tower, trying to hide any of that excitement, laughing as he shook that chest muscle, which had been worked out and thrived.

The soldiers of the people finally regain their composure in the condition of such elf warriors, and look at the cigarette smoke that can be stepped in at the perimeter with each equipment check.

As the misty earth smoke that blocks your sight gradually begins to subside thanks to the pouring rain, your gaze is uniformly directed out of the fortress - in the direction of the river Weir, where the great armies of the undead were attacking.

And the expression of all who saw the sight turns to astonishment.

The river Wheel, which had flowed in front of him until now, disappeared from the middle of the stream, where a giant bowl-shaped giant hole was penetrated into the earth, where the water of the river from upstream was passing down the slopes.

The flow of that river, which is constantly supplied from the Soville Mountains, will eventually fill this huge hole and a huge lake will be created here later.

And the great army of the immortal (undead), which had pushed by so many until earlier, also disappeared with a part of the earth in the magical attack of the Dragon King (Dragon Road) Felfivislotte, and that number has already fallen to less than half.

Uncle Blanier was in front of that overly off-track power, just like opening his mouth and roaring - and then only a groaning voice leaked out of his mouth, looking at a dramatically changed view.

The stone bridge, which was a sturdy stone building to head to the Wang capital Larissa, has also collapsed in the aftermath of earlier shock waves,

Only a few stone foundations remain in the river.

"Hahahahaha, boulders are places like Master Felfivislotte! So far! One full blow, you can't shoot twice on the spot, but with this blow, the big Keri arrives, and all you have to do is finish the rest."

Only one, Grand Elder Fangus, who looked delightfully at the sight, glanced at the remnants of the immortal (undead), lightly shouldering the gavel that was lowering to his waist.

An immortal (undead) whose opponent does not have feelings for the boulder, and who never feels fear of the power of the great magic of the earlier days, just stupidly moves forward and rolls down the slopes that have become huge plots of land.

There was no intimidation from an overwhelming number until earlier, only the appearance of a pathetic wreck that just followed life forward, and the sight was somewhat of an invitation to sympathy.

"Death and humiliation, etc. shall come to fruition... and shall return the body to crushing earth, and the captive soul to heaven, but shall be the last hand of those who live in our world against the dead."

Raising the hammer that Elder Fangus was responsible for saying so, he called out loud to the warriors and soldiers from the roof of the tower, pointing to indicate the remnants of the undead (undead).

"This blow made our victory unwavering!! But never let go! For the first time, the peace of the land will be promised by banishing the vessels of the unclean soul to the last unity!! Canadian warriors prioritize the elimination of spider monsters! The rest will kick the puppet's stick!

Soldiers of the frightened also raised their voices with one weapon after another in a way inspired by the Fangus Great Elder's drinking and the Elf warriors who raise their voices to respond to it, which eventually ripples across the fort.

Even if more than half of the enemies say they've disappeared, the status quo, which still holds the undead in 10,000 units, is never alarming.

Dragon King (Dragon Road) Felfivislotte is not left with that much power after an all-powerful blow that creates a new lake on the earth in boulders.

But the morale of the soldiers is different from that of heaven and earth than that of a battle that cannot find hope to win, when a future that can surely be won is shown in front of them.

When the Elves' archers rushed into the fort just now to eliminate a few spiders who were coming at them as targets, the Elves' warriors, who specialize in melee combat, also took their weapons and split up into small squads and struck out of the fort.

Elf warriors who are accustomed to acting on a basic platoon basis are as they should be at the discretion of the captains, but the soldiers of the people are not good at such mercenary combat.

After dropping off the backs of the warriors of the Elves, who bravely followed the fort, but were unable to act pending the instructions of the whole, Uncle Borderline finally returned to me with instructions.

"As decided beforehand, we will first send out a horseback squad to sweep all the armored soldiers around the fort! A small number of spider monsters are suicidal, so rely on the guards or support of Elf warriors when dealing with them!! Drop whatever stone you have in the fort to deal with enemies attached to the fort!!

The soldiers of the leadership begin to move in a hurry with pneumonia on the decree of that Blanier border uncle.

But moving ahead of them like that were soldiers of the Royal Rhoden Army led by Prince Sect I, who would take command in another fort than the one that Uncle Blanier had packed.

At the same time as the front gate of the fort opens, a commanding thousands of horseback riders pop up, crushing the immortal (undead) soldiers who were approaching the present with an undisturbed movement, storming them with spears with long patterns from the horses against the connected spiders, leaving them and knocking them down as if they were giant serpents crawling through the battlefield.

At the head of the horseback cavalry, which showed such a brilliant battle, there was a dignified knightly Sect Prince, and the succeeding soldiers also maintained high morale in the struggle of such Sect Prince.

Looking at it from the rooftop of the tower, Uncle Blanier's frontier drops his gaze on his wrinkles engraved hands as he narrows his eyes and sighs deeper into emotion to see the sight dazzling.

"That's the only power you have to be young... Non can't be a boulder to fight on the front lines anymore."

That's what I said and whined about it. Blanier Border Uncle will be doing his affairs in the Territorial Capital behind his brain. The looks of his secretary and the faces of his beloved family living in the territory pass.

A sight so out of common sense was played out in front of him that he was frightened for a few moments - unlike himself, Prince Sect brings the soldiers together when he recovers sooner rather than later, inspiring the soldiers who would have taken the initiative and been in a state of panic.

I used to miss myself standing on the front lines of the battlefield and waving my sword, and when I was clearly made to feel painful about old things - a self-derisive grin leaked.

But when I shook my head (wearing it) wide enough to shake off such a thought, I looked for Fangus, the great elder of the Dark Elves, who would have reached the realm of old as I had stood beside him.

But there is no such thing as a man of immense body who ever stood benevolently beside him, searching from the top of the tower into the fort to find him, and then turning his gaze back to the battlefield, he witnesses an old man of strange body standing in such a way as to block him on the path of a horseback riding squad led by Prince Sect.