1.
The young designee did not know what ‘rain’ was.
Older people. When I reached the grandmothers, I knew what rain was. Occasionally, the old designers sat around the campfire and muttered.
- Rain is water from the black sky.
The old designer paints charcoal on her nails.
●. It meant night. It also meant darkness. The most familiar letter since the tribe became a slave to the Sanwa clan and lived here in the Great Hall.
- When it rains, the whole world gets wet. You can smell the water anywhere without going to the stream.
- All dry land is diluted in an instant. Becomes mud by diluting. When it rains, just walking the ground wraps around your toes with a good feeling.
Older people used to draw '● ~’ on the ground.
Rain in the dark night sky.
- Glug.
It was a dream story.
The water that topples the skies, the mud that fills the earth.
In the Great Pool, it was difficult to obtain water and mud. The water was only allowed to grow twice a day. The common ground was made of pebbles and sand, so it was hard to make mud no matter how hard the water was mixed.
- Sometimes water falls from the ceiling of a cave.
The old designer whispers.
- It's raining.
- But there's not enough water to fill a cave.
- Because the hole in the ceiling is cramped. Kerr, the outside world is different.
- Is there a world out there?
- This is a pit, a small pit. A well. The world is so vast when you leave a cave, you can only have a handful here.
- Kerr, I think you're lying.
For the young designee, the great community was the world. The ceiling of the great cavity was high and the basement was deep. No matter how hard you dig, the basement looks endless. You think that's just a well?
It's an unbelievable story.
- One day the White Lion will return. Gor.
- Once upon a time, the world was covered with trees. We lived in the World Forest. But God's wrath burned. The fire never stops burning. The fire grows for 10 days and burns for 100 days. The White Lion led us then.
- The White Lion will come back and save us from this well.
- Ketugger.
Over time, the old designee died.
Everyone who remembered the ‘guru’ collapsed.
Even the oldest didn't know the rain anymore. A designee who snored in the flowing mud occasionally appeared, but it was a luxury given to him in exchange for his life in the Colosseum. It was not because of the ‘rain' that overthrew the sky.
- Ketug.
Vee.
- Glug.
Mud.
Looking at the water jars of two people floating in the stream, the Designated People had a wish for rain. The soil made by dressing water on the sand was applied to the skin, and the designated people raised hope for clay.
Somewhere other than here.
A life other than the present.
- Guru.
Our hometown.
2.
Slimepolis.
A shout erupted from every part of the city where the Sanwa clan had created a dark civilization.
[The Vampire Uprising Against the Mountains!]
[The Birds are uprising against the Sanwa Nation!]
[The nobles are uprising against the Sanwa!]
[The Elves are uprising against the Sanwa!]
[Sunbae is uprising against the Sanwa Nation!]
One of the screams was weak, and I could not overcome the sound of the trumpets being blown by the mountain tribes. But it was also a matter of time. The five burning bells in the five places began to surround the city.
“Oops.”
The Demibeast of the Black Dragon. The Black Tiger spreads its wings. I didn't have the talent to understand the sound of birds, but for some reason I understood what she was trying to say.
‘I'm here to help. Four Kings.’
I nodded my head.
‘It's easy to fight with the help of the Black Dragon Master. ’
So far, I've tried to reconcile with the Black Dragon Juice several times.
The Black Dragonlord himself may not remember, but he was accustomed to her way of fighting hundreds of times while defeating the [Fall Rain Lord].
There was no Hunter to beat us two combos.
“Grunt!”
I ran to the hound with a roar. Glug! The Celestial Hall burned its surroundings as it unfolded. With the flames blazing from all around, the hound dodges evade using a sacred ritual.
"Now!"
However, there was not just one heretic interrogator who knew how to use spatial warfare. Fat! Black Dragon Juju follows you to the place where the Inquisitor escaped. The Inquisitor was driven out by my attack and didn't care about the rear, and the Black Dragonlord didn't miss a spot.
Chook Jik!
The razor-sharp claws scratch the hound's golden fur.
“Kar-!"
The hound screams in blood. The hounds twist their necks and bite the wings of the Obsidian. The pitchforks and hounds huddle in the mud.
This time I read a gap in my eyes.
‘Airborne.’
I jumped at the waist of the hound in a single shot. You plucked a deep tooth with golden fur. Blood flows from my jaw, and at the same time, a scream erupts from the jaws of a hunting dog.
Unilateral Urine.
The Goblins cheer as the hounds get hurt.
- Ketugger!
- The White Lion defeats the Golden Dog!
Let's go back home!
The more wounds on the hounds, the more encouraged the Goblins become. The mountain tribes, on the other hand, were embarrassed. I quickly dealt with the great rebellion of slavery, but they were distracted by the wounded Legendary Beast.
[The Slimepolis Mine Zone is liberated.]
Goblins have gradually driven out the Sanwa tribe.
- When are reinforcements coming? Lime!
- Slaves are stirring up chaos elsewhere...
- Horned men are stirring up chaos! Rymu! We need backup!
- There's fish on the pier!
- Support is ridiculous. We're in a hurry, too!
- Requesting an army from another police officer...
- How can you call the cavalry when the water is blocked? Even the bats are crazy!
The snails fought back desperately.
However, the slaves who placed the Sanwa civilization on the rock caught their staples this time. Designated tribes on the dirt road. Carved in the waterway. Vampires in the air. Nobles, fairies, and purebreds on the streets.
Flames blaze wherever the snails enslave.
[Slimepolis' Entertainment District is liberated.]
[Free from the Temple District of Slimepolis.]
The enslaved tribes do not speak to each other. The six races used different words. That must be why the slaves have been kneeling down under the Tentacles of the Sanwa Clan without being united until now.
“Glug!”
“Oops!”
But God and man were the same thing that could not communicate. A revelation far more powerful than a horse, the Divine Spirit led the faction. While me and the Black Dragon Master were pushing the Inquisitor, other colleagues whipped up Slimepolis all they could.
The Sanwa have lost control of the city.
[Liberates the Gate District of Slimepolis.]
[Slimepolis' barracks are liberated.]
The charter is inclined.
Rebels from the mines made their way to the pier district one day.
Mermaids splash from the river that connects the interior and exterior of the cave. It was a Sagittarian Erno. The mermaids cut off the main rope and submerged the ships.
- Hey, guys! It's a lower fish.
The Mountains Manager raises his tentacle high and slams it. Thud! The whipped mermaid screams and falls to the bottom of the water. Dozens of mermaids grabbed the bottom of the galley and swam.
- Aah!
The snails slide off the deck. Splash! The slippery snail falls into the river. Then the mermaids that were swimming around came.
Don't come! Fish, ah! Aaaaah!
Twenty mermaids slaughtered one snail at a time. It was like a swarm of sharks were hunting penguins. The snail stirs its tentacles, but it cannot drive the mermaids out of the water. After a while, the surface was left with an empty snail shell.
[The pier district of Slimepolis is liberated.]
The rope!
The galley ships that were tied to the great pier have sunk. The salt sack on the galley also sank. The stone salts carved by the Goblins all night were melted without a trace when they fell into the river.
The hound watches the scene with his own eyes.
"......."
Dozens of galley ships have collapsed. A pink dolphin bursts through the wreckage. The paladin was a possessed apprentice. Shhh! The dolphin dives beneath the surface, drawing a beautiful curve.
The birds cheer and strike the watering hole with their tails.
[Slimepolis is captured by the Rebels.]
The hound opens his mouth.
“Karr."
The Inquisitor probably laughed.
The underworld he built over 200 years was sinking.
“Carrub, Carr."
The hound steps back. Peek. Every time I move, there's blood. Beautiful golden fur has already been torn by lion teeth and black claws and bloodied.
Nor did the Sanwa.
- Lime...
- Lime...
The snails cower and hide behind the hounds. The snail's shell was dug into a stone hammer struck by a Goblin. Snails that had their tentacles cut off or had tentacles cut off were also available.
The mountain rangers have been driven from all over the city and have fled around the hounds.
- Khh.
Of course, the slaves who drove the mountain tribes came.
The bloody nobles scream ferociously.
- Kill them!
- Give us back what we've been through!
The nobles who resemble the clover have a single horn on their foreheads. Originally, the horns that were supposed to rise up like unicorns were broken in the middle.
Proof of slavery.
The snails broke the nobles' horns as if they were branded. Along with the horn, I also broke the pride and pride of slavery. There is a price. A mouldy grudge blooms where pride is broken, and a poisonous mushroom grudge grows in the corner of your self-esteem.
- Bastards...
Different species, I guess.
- He was feeding us dirt and giggling.
- I'll dump the salt in the pit!
Sun-nyeon growled.
- After catching the child, he released it into the well and raised it as a 'fishbowl’.
- Let's throw them in the Colosseum and fight amongst ourselves!
The Sagittarians shout from the waterfront. The curse roams around in the dark sleep.
- You said our ears were too long to pull out.
- Slice the antennae and feed them to their mouths.
The fairies have spoken.
- Blood...
-.......
The vampires hang from caves and buildings, quietly lowering their gaze. Vampiromas didn't say much. It's just that I flew in with a dead beast somewhere and knocked it off. It was the necks of the dogs that the Sanwa people regarded as sacred.
The six races had different languages, so they could not share their anger with each other. However, the six tribes knew to some extent what the Sanwa people said. Slaves are forced to learn their master's words.
- Kill him.
Someone whispers in the words of the Sanwaites.
- Kill him.
The word was known to any faction. It was always something the Sanwaites used to say to the slaves. The groaning that came out of the nobles first quickly became a universal language and flowed into the cave.
- Kill him!
The mountain tribes are terrified.
Finally, the six tribes shared their minds for the first time since they became slaves. His heart was called Anger.
Everyone was drenched in blood.
And I wanted more blood.
"......."
I looked around the mountain ranges at the pier.
‘It would be easy to order them to be slaughtered. ’
On the contrary, preventing genocide would also be simple.
Now I'm like a god to Goblins. God's command is absolute. Slaughter, tolerance, and order the Goblins to obey.
‘But this is not what I ordered. ’
I turned around.
‘Make your choice. ’
Then he slowly walked towards the common exit.
- Kerr?
- Ketugger...?
You hear the Goblins bewildered behind your back.
I didn't stop. You are slow enough to follow, but you walk fast enough to get out of the way. The nobles standing in the way froze.
-.......
I can feel the static flowing among the Goblins. Goblins looked at each other as if they were facing a difficult trust. As I get farther and farther away from their breathing sounds, someone steps forward.
- Glug.
It was not the pier where the Sanwa people gathered, but on my side.
Dozens of Goblins who received the message of trust directly from me followed me first.
Then the young Goblins followed. Children would rather chase after God for the first time in their lives than avenge their own kind.
- Kerr...
- Ketugger.
The child followed, and the mother chased.
After the plasma, the other Goblins stepped forward one by one.
You hear the sound of a rock hammer falling from everywhere. Goblins followed behind the lion they serve as a god, throwing the evidence of their rage to the ground.
‘Yes.'
Dark underworld.
A procession of thousands followed me to the front.
‘Follow the children. ’
We walked towards the only way out of the underground city.
No one could stand in our way.
As I step forward to the bright entrance, I hear the tower's voice.
[Designated tribe is escaping Slimepolis.]
Now let's go back home.