"Hmm. I don't know, but it's not a bad training. The adventure has to be like this."
"Luke doesn't take it easy..."
The red-haired swordsman, Luke Psychol, grinned and pulled out a swing of his sword in a motion he was accustomed to from his hips.
Nice straight sword about a meter across the blade.
The breadth of the blade is wide, but if you say the greatest feature of the sword, it will be made of wood, from the pattern to the sword body to the sheath. Naturally, it doesn't have a blade or anything, and it's not like it can be used on a battlefield where life is at stake.
But Luke confidently lifts a very light sword because of the wood and points it toward heaven.
Ethereal dome with no clouds. There was a small shadow far above.
It is not visible in the eyes of a human being, and it is only enough for Luke and his five senses, the Mourning Ghost (Strange Grief), who have repeatedly reinforced the treasure palace's attack.
It was - a dragon. It is a common green dragon with a deep green body surface.
Of course, general, etc., is one of the most powerful of phantom beasts, an adult of dragons, with a crusade adequacy level of at least six.
Lucia sighed with a disgruntled look at the dragon flying as if something were hurrying her without any shards of interest here.
"But I can't believe there are so many dragons out there... it's not just every"
"There shouldn't be any green dragons living around here, so I thought you flew in from afar..."
Dragon species have excellent flying abilities, except for some. That is also one of the reasons why dragons are considered the most powerful species, but there is no way for just humans to keep up with dragon travel speeds that sometimes exceed the speed of sound.
Liz flaunts her shoulder as she was letting her feet hang over her brother's shoulder. Liz, who loves the training ground, has a shuddering face.
"How many now? Not too much? How are you collecting them?
"Come on. As far as I know, there's no way to collect dragons... if there's any chance it's 'treasure'... about it?
"A treasure trove is anything if I say so."
Liz objected to the neck tilting citrie.
He said he discovered a flying dragon, but there was no nervousness in between.
As before the day before, the Citries had already encountered five dragons for a few hours in advance with an exposure.
A dragon is something that inherently has extensive territory. It's obviously not an unusual number to differ from all those dragons in this short period. It's called the Childra herd yesterday, and this case stinks a lot.
Even Citrine's special potion doesn't have the ability to unconditionally attract a wide range of dragons, even if it can drive the dragon crazy. It's a very dangerous technology if you have the art of manipulating dragons.
"'Fox'...... hey"
"Because Klee said she doesn't need dragons anymore..."
Through a grunting sister, Citrie sees Luke.
They didn't show their faces directly, but they told the counter at the inn where they kept the chocolate.
Luke nodded heavily at the words.
"Take my sword moves! Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa! Luke Flow, Flying Sword" Flow Flash "heh!
Luke growls, raises dirt and dust, and diseases the streets trampled on by carriages coming and going. As the dragon stepped in at the speed of Kakaya, he threw a wooden sword in his hand as it was.
Isn't it strange that Liz's swordsman throws a sword? Ignoring the word, the sword flies straight.
It was like a shooting star. That velocity does not drop, and if you fly to chase the green dragon that travels at high speed, it burns out bright red before you get there. Luke collapsed on the spot.
"Shit, whoa, whoa, whoa! Burned out again. What am I missing? Lucia, the next sword!
"Hmm... aren't you in enough mood?
"Uh-huh."
"Don't say the right thing... 'Hailstorm'"
A small whirlwind occurs in Lucia's palm. A whirlwind containing glittering grains of ice grew instantly according to the procedure, turning it into a giant tornado that climbed so high in heaven.
Nature-manipulating magic has many massive objects. What Lucia is particularly good at is ice magic.
The ice storm created spreads momentum over the dragon's speed of flight, ravaging the surrounding area.
So much less, the roar shook around. A green dragon caught in a storm and squeezed into a mixed grain of ice has lost its lift and crashed to the ground.
"It's not an easy job."
"Sounds like you can't get a very strong dragon."
The ability to say a sip with a dragon is pinnable. Some, like the Hot Springs Dragon and Childra, can be crusaded on a Level 4 hunter alone, while others, like The Mourning Ghost, can't win if they run out of dying power.
In this case, neither the Green Dragon nor the dragon that has ever appeared was a big opponent. At least "Ghost of Mourning" would be enough to bury him in a single armored sleeve.
The effect time expires and 'Halestorm' disappears. All that was left was the frozen earth and the remains of a dragon.
"What do you do with the material?
"Leave it. It's a waste, but I just can't carry it."
"I'm good because I'm fun, but no matter how many dragons you show up with, you're ungrateful. Instead of one at a time, if you're coming, I wish you'd come all at once."
"Uhm."
The dragon makes the whole body a valuable material, but this time the aim is not to make money. I can't even afford to be carrying it. We don't know what powerful demons and dragons are coming.
But it's too much. Liz called out from above her shoulder to Citrie, who looked at the dragon's carcass with the thought of being pulled back just a little bit.
"Sito, there's a bunch of demons coming from the other side, but what do we do?
"A bunch of demons? Dragons?"
Liz gazes and confirms the population that appeared far away. The population was a mixture of various demons. Warcraft to subhuman demons, fleeing like they ate bubbles.
"Hmm... Lu Long (Land Dragon), huh? If you're a bunch of demons, go goblin on the oak...... a lot!
Land Dragons (Land Dragons) are rare dragons that cannot fly. The wings are degraded but instead the body is larger and the weight of the blow is heavy.
It will be the native demons who are being pursued. Dragons and demons are never in symbiotic relationships, and the dragons, who are often at the apex of the ecosystem of the place, are natural enemies to others. If a dragon that normally doesn't leave the territory suddenly pops out of it, the land will be in havoc. The demons, who are usually grown-ups, would also be a major disaster if they ran wild.
If the demons run wild, it is also the first suspected phenomenon.
"Alright, now don't get your sword. I'll... slash it!
Luke wraps his arms around Lucia with his new wooden sword. The hordes of demons are on a straight line without stopping - if I may be precise, they are coming towards the emperor's line behind them.
At that time, Citrie, who had an inventive look on her face, punched her hand and said.
"Mr. Luke, just slay the dragon. Demons don't kill."
"Hmm? Oh? Why not?"
"Mr. Klee told me he doesn't need dragons anymore, but he hasn't told me he doesn't need demons"
You're giving me a message that you don't want dragons any more. Except for the dragon, I suppose.
I can tell by the long time Citrie I've been dating.
Luke nodded loudly as he was convinced when he opened his eyes to the glittering Citrine words.
"............ I see, okay. Whoa. We just have to split up, don't we? Only dragons, slaughter. Okay. It's okay, it's just the dragon. Dragons are the only ones to slay... Yeah, good training, I'm gonna have arms."
§ § §
Weird...... the curse should indeed have been established, but the dragon does not come.
The escort journey was peaceful itself. There are no clouds in the sky, and the dragon figure is invisible to shards.
Yesterday's events were also unexpected for the man, but it was his first experience that the dragon would not strike.
The effect of the dragon-sucking curse is to attract nearby dragons. In some cases, a time lag occurs until a dragon strikes, but this time it was too late.
I couldn't put the upset on the table. The emperor's line is now nabbed by yesterday's incident. He would also consider the possibility of a traitor inside. In the first place, there is no way to ascertain the outcome of the curse.
That man nearby - there was no Thousands of Changes. He advised himself to serve as his lord, and distanced himself from the emperor's carriage.
I had no idea what I was thinking. It is only natural for an escort to take the Emperor's side himself. I can't go close because the Knights protect me around, but I have no idea what it means to fall back myself.
Now the emperor was defenseless. The incompetent knights around you don't realize that men are enemies.
A man can fight without a dragon-sucking curse. I wouldn't take such impulsive action, but if I risked my life, it wouldn't be impossible to assassinate the emperor either. Among the escorts, only Water Stop and Thousands of Changes will ensure that a man is not hostile with pure combat ability.
All I care about is the actions of The Thousand Changes, known for their arithmetic conspiracy. Depending on the circumstances, you will also need to change your plans.
And, at that time, a loud voice was raised from the head of the fu.
"A demon! There's a bunch of demons coming! Awesome number, all hands on alert! Protect the carriage!
!? What...... so!?
Impossible. The curse should only attract dragons. This is not the work of a man.
Check the back. The figure of that man, who was supposed to be the lord, had no shadow or form.