The war, obviously, was a war I'd never seen before.
- Mwahaha! Attack! Tear up all the things that are coming and throw them to the horses!
Follow General Gum Hee!
Before dawn's touch, the nobles rushed to the cold ground.
The nobles didn't need cavalry. Their size was one violence. When you run forward with the horn on your head, it's like a full-on charge.
Charge!
- Cut off the scales of those filthy pigs!
A nobleman who runs around covering the horizon with dust.
They raced through the battlefield, each one of them cast out like a ornament on a mountain peak.
On the other hand.
-.......
The stipulators remained silent.
Like a mole hiding in the ground, they make no breath.
-.......
Despite the thousands of nobles rushing by, the designees remained calm. Occasionally, the Atlanted Warrior flinches his fingers to see if he was nervous, but no one blames his immaturity.
- Is everyone ready?
The chairman of the Peace Council of this era said:
The molars revealed in his beard were as eloquent as the look in his eyes.
- Got it.
- All hands on deck, Chairman.
While they were conversing, thousands of nobles were screaming ferociously and charging in.
- Today is the day when continental power will change!
You fools who are wasting their lives dancing! It is time for us, our nobles, to breathe the breath of heaven and feel the rhythm of the earth!
- Hail, nobles!
Nine thousand waters.
The stats are literally in the flesh, and the clans roar in horror. It was fierce and fierce, like a raging storm driving a blizzard and tidal wave.
- Maybe their guardian pulled out the mountain!
At the forefront, seven noble heroes were reconciling into a single window.
- Then we'll pierce the mountain!
Too big an iron rod was shot at the two swords, a sickle, a spear, a sword and a staff.
It exploded.
Boom...!
A mountain peak in the middle of the battlefield split in two. In the meantime, there is a railroad. The nobles ran as one long train. He was, of course, seven heroes.
A massive railroad train with a force of 9,000 struck the lead of the designated tribe.
2.
Designated vibrations were hard as turtle shells. However, the breakthrough of the nobles was more than that.
Boom...!
There was an unimaginable buzzing sound when a crowd of people and a crowd of people collided. What happened shortly thereafter was close to the collapse of the terrain of the translation's wobble.
“Ah."
“Hmm."
“Hugger.”
Our family members, who were looking down at the battlefield, immediately struggled according to their traits.
“They're... nobles and astronomers." That breakthrough was unexpected. ”
Estelle, who once led the Demon King's army, said as my advisor,
”The mountain peak, which was thrown by the president of Ubrica, was already a component of the battlefield, so the designators camped on both sides. But breaking the mountain peak into the front and running towards the center, that's a solid bludgeoning for the designators. ”
Yes. Like a beast pierced through the heart, the Designated Parade struggles.
But...
“It's okay.”
Over the course of a thousand years, I taught fire to designated children. Taught me to write, taught me how to burn, taught me how to play with it.
Bleed Fire.
Underneath those mountain rangers' hideous caves, the Designated One never misses fire, blesses the living with fire, and threatens the dying with fire.
And I taught them to dance.
Dancing is the fire of the body. I easily changed the minds of designated people who love fire into the minds of designated people who love dancing.
The dance was a fire, and all the dancing stipulators were one fire.
- A bruise.
As such.
-Tuck.
The vibrations of the designated tribes collapse and collapse, but it is not the end.
It was the beginning, and in other words it was closer to blooming than collapsing.
- A bruise.
-Tuck.
- A bruise.
-Tuck!
Designated tribes did not resist the invasion of the nobles. When I pushed in, I retreated. Swinging at it tore me apart.
However, they kicked the ground in the process, shaking their waist up and down. Bruises, bruises, bruises. The warriors who plunged on either side of him also rolled their feet and kicked the ground. Bump, bump, bump! As the flames spread as it burned, the thump, footsteps spread over the entire camp in an instant to the right side, to the right top, to distant outcrops.
Bump, bump, bump, bump, bump, bump, bump, bump!
The battlefield was filled with the footsteps of thousands of soldiers. The designators stomped their feet with error. Therefore, its footsteps were not blocked by the rocks at the peaks, nor did they bounce off tall maple trees, but only one flame flowed to the bottom of the world.
- What, what?
The nobles were baffled.
What the hell are you doing?
- Why won't it collapse?
Like a tough leather leaf, the designers accepted all the long rushes of the nobles, and accepted the shock as a vibration -- to digest.
I had no choice but to admire it.
‘Ah.'
And I was captivated by strange joy.
"You have completed…… the Macheon Way." ’
The idea of finding a miracle for me one day.
I have a feeling that if not just one person opens the astronomer, but several people, hundreds, thousands of people opens the astronomer all at once -- what new possibilities will there be?
That's why I created the skills for the first time.
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[Macheon method]
Rank: undefined
Effect: A genuine method based on the Archeologist. It embodies the impression that casters share. The more true casters participate, the more proficient the casters are in the martial arts, the clearer the impression the casters share, the stronger the power of the true order will be.
This authenticity has not been proven effective!
You created this skill for the first time. From now on, you have to demonstrate the possibilities of margin law. The grade and description of this skill will be revised when sufficient data is accumulated.
Skill rating is currently not set.
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The astronomer could not help defeating the river because of the natural disaster.
Then, if you could enhance the Archangel Shrine and spread it out into groups... How powerful would you be to process it?
‘That is why I taught the Shaman of Medicine to Ubrica. ’
I was lost in thought.
The thought that was frequent reached my heart and sank into joy.
‘Ubrica spread the word to the martial artists at the time. The Archeologist became the only legitimate swordsman in a designated society. And I...... preached the [Dancing Theatre with Orders] to the children. ’
The error for the Designated Warrior was the Shaman. The performances on the stage all became the unity of the astronauts, and as more and more three, six, 18, and actors grew, a myriad of astronauts embroidered on the stage.
‘Naturally.'
The audience was enticed to watch the spectacular hemodialysis.
My heart was beating.
They were quiet guests onstage, but they were strong warriors, like all the others onstage. The warrior designees recognized that the bloodstream would be even more beautiful when it came out of the world than when it stayed onstage.
‘I provide the incentives, but I always want them to enjoy and discover themselves. ’
Designated warriors grafted the blood-polarization poles to the army.
Align beats and tune tunes. The error alone was simply amplified. But more importantly, all fighters have to paint the same picture in their heads.
The painting was filled by the legendary [White Lion Story] from Ubrica. White Lion, our God. Our friend, who watches over us. As he wandered around the world, the sightseeing sightsees-- the burning mansions, the devastating snow, the broken hearts-- have been embedded in the minds of designated peoples since childhood.
- Ooh.
Therefore, sing.
- Ooh.
- Ogre.
The footsteps have not stopped. The sound of the footsteps in the error fills the plain, and a buzzing clan of flies echoes over it. The designated tribes raise their heads and cry like wolves. The lowest ringing footsteps intercepted the earth, and the highest exploding rock intercepted the sky.
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooger! Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooger! Ooh, wooger!
Bump, bump, bump, bump, bump, bump, bump, bump!
The sky on the battlefield is blocked and the earth is blocked.
The sun, which shed dawn from the sky, bounced off the rough veil of error and could no longer lower its cool light. The plains, invaded by nobles, are completely darkened.
The blazing shade overwhelms the nobles.
3.
- Nooooo!?
Gum Hee, who was at the forefront, first realized the signs of that ideal.
- What is this? Not magic... but to come!?
- These bastards, thousands of people opening their tents at the same time?
- What a waste of error...... If you think we'll be embarrassed by this!
Seven heroes encouraged their minions.
I'm just a little blinded!
- There will be no impact! He's just trying to scare us, be cool!
- This charge killed Hall 2! We keep attacking! We have the advantage!
If they don't, scratch them in the gut!
The nobles tried to answer the heroes' voices. But, bang! Bang! The sound of feet getting louder and wider shade surrounds them.
- It's like...
A noble warrior mutters with an ominous aura.
- I feel like I'm in a cave, not a plain...
The momentum of the assault is diminishing, and then it stops. Instead of screaming, screaming for attacks and slaughter, I feel like somehow I'm getting closer to screaming in reflection against an ominous sensation.
Boom.
And the warrior suddenly realized that his senses of treading on the ground were completely different.
- … a tree?
Earlier, the nobles stepped on the bare ground. Rough, rolling stones, and a land that would fall if carelessly.
However, the feeling of land stepping on in this dark space was completely different.
- Looks like a tree.
- I can't see.
- No, it's a tree. The wooden floors.It's also the wooden floors of a very old mansion.
- So, the pigs were trying to create a tree-like texture all around the place?
- Why did you do that...?
The noble warriors muttered.
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooger! Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooger! Ooh, wooger!
Bump, bump, bump, bump, bump, bump, bump, bump!
Meanwhile, the songs and dances surrounding them were growing.
When the song was bright in the world, it was nothing more than a cheerful sound in war. But the battlefield became dark. The sun in the darkness was too weak to dilute the darkness.
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooger! Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooger! Ooh, wooger!
Bump, bump, bump, bump, bump, bump, bump, bump!
In the darkness, the voices of the designated tribes were like a summoning, a ritual that cursed something. The noble warriors leap beyond their misfortunes and begin to sweat on their necks.
It didn't end there.
The nobles who were well trained in poisoning errors looked around and found that something was surrounding them. It's intangible and hostile...... but it's something that wraps around an ankle.
"Smoke......?"
It was an error that flowed like smoke.