The Economics of Prophecy

Dokah!!! Gali, Gali,, Gali...... Gusha, Gusha, Gusha...... Bush......

........................ Bisha

Slug, two moving bodies aimed straight at campfire while grinding green meadows black. The Warcraft train was directed to a piece of wood scattered on the ground and collided head-on. In the kingdom, precious wood is shattered and scattered. A piece of wood pouring down like hail hits our carriage with a bump. I accidentally covered my head.

"Oh, it's stopped." "Hurry up, we don't have time." "Light the arrow."

There was a white mass where there was a campfire, with a face out of a horrible window in the voices of the knights, like two droplets of water smashed into each other.

The red light that was painting the helix is weak and bright as it covers the whole thing. The chunks just shake faintly and don't move.

"Let go!!

The Warcraft, which has advanced to be pinched, is in a position to be pinched by the Knights divided between left and right. The Knights Against Warcraft and the Knights of Bertoldo breathe together to create a bowing concerto.

Countless arrows descend around the mass from left to right. Around the campfire are stacks of firewood, bamboo, and oil kettles carried by carriages from Bertoldo.

The falling arrows have been bounced back to the Warcraft, but the flammables placed around them were lit simultaneously.

In no time a flame rises around the mass.

"This isn't how your lord planned it."

Fulsey said while pointing an antenna at the Warcraft.

"I hope this ends for you."

I watched as I prayed for a radar directed at a warcraft. I don't know if I can see it.

"Delicious, the wave of magic has already begun to resurrect."

Fulsey, who was looking at the measuring instrument, issued a warning. I look away. The lump of slime doesn't make any difference at first sight.

But a red light, unlike fire, began to be seen in a warcraft surrounded by flames and turned into a black mass. The crushed viscous fungus body begins to shift into a circular shape as it drifts.

The bullshit red light gradually pulses into rhythm, producing several spiral patterns.

It is the control of monsters that is eliminated by hitting each other with the opposite spiral that is self-organizing to reconstitute.

The black mass begins to swirl so that it can be twisted, and the scorched individuals on the surface peel apart. Underneath it the white skin glows red.

Eventually, multiple spirals assembled at the center of the mass and began to thrive at the next moment.

"What's the pattern, curator?"

"Same as when you came running."

"Can't you?"

Hope was crushed that they would make a child entity like this. A white pillar, twice the size of it when it came here, rose to heaven.

"We're going down here, duck! Wait!!"

Sound the ground, and the erected giant moving body knocks the elongated body to the ground. Troops in that direction rush away.

Dawn!!

The surrounding flames are flown by compression.

"Follow the rest of the fire arrows and attack them a little before they move!" "There's very little more," "I'm moving out."

Voices of desperate knights. While the giant scorches the surface to the flames that scorch around him, it begins to move.

Slug, a giant "giant" moving body that was peristaltic on the ground, brought a sickle. Beyond that lies the city of Bertoldo. As it is, Bertoldo is attacked by a broken castle hammer nearly twice the size.

Craig saw me. Two carriages are holding back behind him. The carriage contains wood covered with a cloth dyed with dye that blocks the same magic as the walls of the College's librarian's office.

If you run the arr southwest, it'll take you off course from Bertoldo, even at worst. I can't guarantee afterwards. But the slower we decide, the less we take the lead on the path of the sticky fungus Monster.

One extra village crumbles. Or the worst. You can't prevent it from entering Bertoldo, etc. With time, choices narrow.

Finally, the white giant begins to advance to Bertoldo. When I tried to send Craig a signal. Hot air stroked my cheeks.

I'll send Craig a signal. My hand out of the carriage points straight towards the king's capital. A cloth is thrown out of the carriage and starts running east.

"Let's keep our distance, too."

The attractive suddenly appeared the opposite of how it progressed, drawing the letter C so that the Warcraft was confused.

GOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

At the next moment, an incomparable flame rose. The ground itself begins to burn, mainly where the campfire was. In it, the viscous fungus spins around as if it were painful.

The hole I was digging around the campfire wasn't just to induce sticky fungus. To supply air to the peat layer. And the ground is exposed to a dry peat layer that has been shredded by rotational movement of viscous bacteria.

It caused a peat fire by igniting a massive flame of combustible material carried from Bertoldo.

"Fire gauge bunk, but did you manage to do well"

This is why we attracted sticky fungus to this place. A giant snake leaping around like a black shadow in the fierce smoke rising from the peat.

I exhaled as I watched the movement get weaker and weaker.

◇ ◇

When a large amount of smoke clears, a blackened mass is making noises with Joo-Joo.

A knight threw a spear at him. The carbide viscous fungus collapses into a melt. Even in the hole, it's black.

We have confirmed the death of the Warcraft.

Apparently, there's a good fire all the way inside. The only BBQ party I have is mushrooms, I don't want to do it again.

"Behold, the warcraft of calamity has been crusaded"

"" "Uh-oh" "

Craig made a declaration of victory. A roaring victory rises from the Knights. Everyone is waving their arms up.

"Looks like you've got zero victims this time. Good, good."

I exhaled deeply. In fact, there are a few human beings who were fractured in the horseback the other day. But unlike last time, there were no deaths.

"... right", "... right", "..."

"What the hell. You look happier. Well, it was really critical. Oh, it's hard to clean up after."

"No, rather, you... Well, not anymore."

"Seniors,” if not human opponents, "you're a perfect schemer."

"Don't tell me. I have a headache when I think about my return to Wang Du."

We've managed to clean up the disaster, we have to deal with the cause next time.

I almost completely frustrated my intentions over there, but as Meer put it, it's no different that I'm far more obnoxious than the Warcraft.

The only thing that bothers me is Lisa Belt. It may be said that what the Empire caused this was confirmed by the fact that the wood showed a causative action.

Then why did the Imperial Empress say something that would be our cue?

Well, the interaction between the heavenly realm is the work of the Grand Duke and the Prince, yeah.