The Economics of Prophecy

Two legs of a horse dragon kick a rock. He went up the ramp scattered with stone masses and jumped over the steps to land on a stunning rock floor. Vision opens and the smell of grass reaches.

This is a mountain on the eastern edge of Maldoras, barely a human realm. With his men following him on his butt, Dagobad looked down at the plain that stretched west.

Smoke is originally rising on a plain where humans are not supposed to step in. Following that, I saw a bunch of people on horseback. There are countless flying lizards above it.

If you look closely, you can see a few people in familiar robes. About thirty people even if you add that all together. Impossible. Normally, I should think I lost most of it by the time I got here.

"His Royal Highness Dagobad...................... this! Rescue me immediately."

Reezaberto, who arrived in a horse dragon car protected by his men, looked at the end of his gaze and said hastily. I guess in her eyes she could see a flock of flying dragons striking a small group of humans. But Dagobad shook his head.

A flock of flying dragons make a circle over the sky. About ten platoons with five or six platoons in one squad. A total of fifty are enormous as a flock of flying dragons. Even when the Empire went down the Great River, there was no record of such a single attack by such a flock. Moreover, the distance from the mountain in the north, the nest of the Feilongs, is about half compared to that of the Great River. In other words, there is no comparable margin of action left by Fei Long.

In fact, the flying dragons surrounding the human population play in the air sparingly. But that was also until we completely put the hunting system in place. I see two teams from the north and south lowered altitude at the same time. A triangular warcraft with its wings spread out and its mouth protruding, approaches the ground like an arrow. When I thought a red light emitted on the skin membrane of the wing, the angle suddenly changed and I changed course horizontally without slowing down.

Just halfway between the two formations, the Kingdom envoy fits in.

It's such a brilliant pinch that Dagobad roars, well aware of the difficulty of controlling collective behavior. Its speed and unity can at least be described as an attack that the living mankind has never experienced. I even have the illusion that my whole body is degenerate. If that mouth pierces, even the dragon scales won't be safe. In fact, flying dragons sometimes hunt wild horse dragons. Sometimes the remains of horse dragons with large holes in their torso have been discovered.

But......

Fire-like light stretched from the horseback riding squad to the left and right. A total of ten copies of it is sucked into the formation of the Fei Long approaching at a fierce speed from left to right. When you think it sounded like you could play it, an individual who crashes or can jump into the air while lifting smoke from his wings and scraping the ground. The attack formation, which I saw completely until just now, was quickly halved.

The remaining four packed the distance at once. But further fire lines intercepted to target it. Three more were exterminated.

One of the survivors can't stop running up into the air. But also two lines of fire were concentrated and shot down without joining the herd above.

Did you learn to be angry that the first battle was defeated without a trace? Double formation shows up in the attack, along with a deafening squeal called Gaagaa. The assault from all sides was still brilliant. But shooting down 10, then 8, in the first wave with greater accuracy than earlier, the 50-round herd quickly lost more than half.

The remains of the flying dragon are scattered like fans around the troops of the kingdom that are supposed to be prey.

The rest of the herd began a steep descent. Instead of moving from distance to low altitude flight, as we did earlier, we are headed straight for a human being who is a prey. It's an angle that won't even quit crashing into the ground. Perhaps the opponent changed from hunting prey to an enemy that had to be eliminated no matter what he put down.

However, intermittent red light pops out of a small wand directed over the sky. It's a smaller light than earlier, but it seems enough to break through the magic that covers the scales of a flying dragon to shock the body. The assault of death was also quickly kicked in.

"What is that..."

Dagobad snapped.

I can see the remaining flying dragons fleeing north. Only seven. One of them did his best, and he could see the smoke lifting up from his wings and falling.

Perhaps that's the spiritual guide he knows. In fact, it is a few people wearing the robes of the Apostles on the side of the horseback riding squad who are particularly skillful in their use. The word betrayal crosses the back of my brain, but soon I realize I can't say that.

Speed, accuracy and range are all enhanced. When this happens, we have no choice but to decide militarily that it is separate. However little recoil, it could never have been such an exact target on a ride. Using the shock of Mathier's absence and defeat, he ran a joint operation between the Horse Dragon Squad and the Demon Commander Squad, and he can see that painfully.

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A group raising the Kingdom flag approaches Dagobird down the mountain. It is painted on travel dust, but there are no signs to remind me that it has been out of the realm of dangerous warcraft, including earlier. A horseback riding unit, much lower than ourselves, looks oddly large.

The lead is Craig, whom he knows. As declared, a few Kingdom envoys who have stepped through the realm of the Fei Long appear to be unusual. The fifty horse dragon knights he put together make it look funny the other way around.

Five human beings dressed as Imperial Mages are together. Confirm his former rival, Mathilde. In the wake of Dagobad's gaze, Mathier shrugged her shoulders. I thought I saw the color of sympathy there, and Dagobad was here.

As the mission approached, my men moved to surround me. It was an act of intimidation, but Dagovard noticed that his brave men were overwhelmed.

Proceed in it, the next king of the kingdom and his men. I noticed the presence of one heterogeneous man when Dagobad seemed to admire him unexpectedly for being a grand object. He looks to the left and right with a clearly frightened and restless eye next to Craig.

The man, an ominous symbol for Dagovard. Certainly his name is Ricardo Vinder. I call myself a merchant for joking.

"Welcome. Painful, Your Highness."

"... well done, Your Highness Craig. I didn't know you were really coming. Honestly... it's out there."

"No, it's a tough road. It's good to be here on schedule."

You must have noticed that Dagobad's word "out there" wasn't "out there. Craig laughed. Dagobird regains his calm. Press the whim earlier to open the slaughter mouth.

"Sure, the kingdom sees so little room"

There is a reason why the kingdom ”has done this" no matter how much power it can show. As the representative of the Empire, he must identify it.

"Lord Ricardo. No, you were the royal envoy. Welcome to Maldoras. Make you my home as promised..."

At the edge of his sight, Lisa Belt, who got out of the horse dragon car, is approaching a young man in plain clothes.

"First of all, we want you to stop the fatigue of your journey in our hall. You took the trouble to get to your feet, so we want to give you every welcome you can. Do you have any hope?

There is no barely a fragrant color in Lisaberto's voice, but the burden of daring to take a dangerous path is seeping through.

"Thank you. It's a little different. Then..."

A distracted voice reached Dagobad's ear. Out-of-place outfits and atmosphere Ricardo looks like just a civilian lacking to say civilian. But Dagobird sees the same thing three times. Every time this man shows his face, he's been repeatedly frustrated unexpectedly. I keep my gaze fixed on Craig without alarm, but my hearing makes me miss Ricardo's words.

"Actually, I'd like to look in the back some more, but as His Royal Highness Prince Wang said, there's no way out, so it's hard. Can't you ask me to lend you that horse dragon car?"

said the man as he looked at the horse dragon car Rizabelt came in. Dagobad doubted his ears. Lisa Belt is also out of line.

"... how far is it in the back?"

"That mountain over there, uh, was Flying Dragon Mountain, at the foot of"

To the bewildered Lisaberto, Ricardo pointed to a mountain that clustered the deepest deep red forest in the realm of the Feilongs. It's just a place that separates one river from the Mountains of Despair.

"There's a relic from a long time ago, isn't there? You want to see that..."

Dagovard was flabbergasted by that attitude as if it were a continuation of a journey on the Visitor Mountain.