Eldain opened his mouth.
Coming.
Almark prepared.
Throughout the hall, an unpleasant metal noise sounds.
No, that's Eldain's roar.
Shockwaves slide down the ground with growling.
Almark stepped on his feet to endure it.
That moment.
Eldain's giant moved.
Towards Almark, who stepped on his feet, he begins his death progression.
Almark's reaction was delayed.
I tried to throw my body to the left, but the shock wave that reached Almark first snapped my leg.
At that time, the horns of Eldain were already approaching the present.
Again, roar.
A crushed rock is wound up over it.
The horn of Eldain was piercing the wall to its roots.
From its foot, Almark comes out.
Though it was the direct strike on the corner that spared him, all over the robe was torn. There is also bleeding.
As Eldain raised his forefoot, he kicked the wall hard.
There's a loud noise along with the ground, and the corners fall out of the wall.
At the same time, roaring like a metal noise.
The shock wave swept away Almark's leg as he was trying to distance himself from Eldain.
Eldain's huge forefoot steps through Almark's back, which fell to the ground.
Almark, who barely threw it, stands up in time as he rolls.
I'm getting used to this guy.
As Almark runs out again, he thinks.
I'm getting used to my speed, the way I fight.
In fact, Eldain stopped making repeated advances.
I look at Almark, like I'm swimming my prey.
That was a bad sign.
Will my life run out first? [M] Or is Ein the first to give an answer?
My whole body is screaming for severe pain and I can't run as well as I just did.
Sometimes it's good.
Almark thinks to distract the pain.
If Eldain is making a decision, he'll be able to buy some time in the meantime.
At that time, however, Almark noticed that the floor of the hall was stained black.
What, that one?
The stain is slowly spreading.
From the foot of Eldain, to Almark.
Oil.
Almark noticed.
Earlier, it spilled out when I stabbed Eldain's belly with a sword, like black oil.
That was spreading from Eldain's feet, as if it were also a will.
Almark saw.
Out of that black stain, the likeness of a small hand appeared as if the fish were going to face the water.
That's not one or two, either.
Countless, hundreds of tiny hands were moaning in black stains.
That gradually covers the floor of the hall.
Dark Warcraft fluid.
It couldn't have been something decent.
If you get caught by something like that, it's over.
Almark runs between walls.
Unexpectedly, Eldain pointed his neck over the sky.
Strange metal noise. The shockwave scattered the flames of Ain that were floating in the universe.
Losing light, the hall is surrounded by total darkness.
Shit.
Almark strikes his tongue.
Ain't got no fire.
The sound of Eldain's enormous hooves abrogated Almark's almost screaming voice.
Here, march on.
Sounds and signs. That's all Almark relied on.
Right next to me, a terrific shock sound. Eat the incitement and be blown away, but be relieved that you avoided a direct hit.
The sticky one grabbed the body of Almark.
induced.
A floor indistinguishable by darkness. Almark had fallen into the black stain.
Incidentally, countless hands cover Almark's body.
Almark waved his long sword and truncated his hand.
Waving a bullshit sword in the darkness, he tries to stand up, but he can't move with his legs, hips, grabbed by one hand gushing out after another.
Next to it, I hear Eldain pull a corner through the wall.
"Damn."
Almark groans.
Eldain is blind even in the dark.
Now, if I get trampled, can I avoid it?
Three hands grab Almark's face abusively.
Stuck in breath, I cut it off with a sword, but I can see my hands hanging around that sword as well.
Not good.
But still, Almark appreciates it. []/(n, vs) (1) (uk) (uk) (uk) (uk) (2) (uk) (uk) (uk) (uk) (uk)
Desperate situation. But I don't despair.
If you don't give up, it's possible.
I can tell by the signs that Eldain raised his forefoot.
Almark tried to wake up his body by squeezing his full body power.
In countless hands, the robe is ripped apart in fright.
Worst case scenario, I'll give you one of my hands.
and that moment.
For a very moment, the powers of the dark hands loosened.
Almark didn't miss the moment, he jumped.
To the wall. In the direction of the wall.
Shortly afterwards, with the roar, Almark's earlier location was stepped through by Eldain.
I can see the dark hands getting trampled and splattered.
While he hit his body against the wall and scattered blood, Almark ran straight along the wall. Fortunately, the stain hadn't spread that far yet.
A moment earlier when the hands of darkness loosened. In the sheath, I felt the red light emitted.
Mother's protection.
Still, there is hope.
Almark tells himself.
Run.
To survive.
I live.
Live.
Live, with Wendy.
It was then.
"You kept me waiting, Almark."
Ain't voice.
Along with that, the hall was surrounded by light.
For a moment, a light so intense that even Almark loses his sight.
I hear Eldain's frustrating footsteps.
"Look at him."
Ain stopped disappearing and was exposing herself.
From that wand is emitted a strong and dazzling light, as if it were the light of the sun.
Its brightness is not the ratio of the art of fire.
"He seemed grumpy at the light of the fire, but he was hooked all the time"
Ein points to Eldain.
"Light, Almark. The light that pierces the darkness illuminates his essence."
Ein was right.
Eldain's body, illuminated by strong light, looked as if it were translucent.
On its back, on the slightly right side of the central part, there was still darkness, even though it was illuminated by the light.
"Right there."
Ain screams.
"That's Eldain's weakness."
The words and Eldain's roaring were at the same time.
Ain't been knocked out by a shock wave and the light goes out.
But Ain still flew the fire over the sky.
"Go, Almark"
As he falls in, Ain screams.
By then, Almark had already jumped on Eldain's body.
Grab a sharp protrusion and twist it up to Eldain's back on the scaffold.
The protrusion hooks up to the body and injures several muscles, but I can't care less.
Center of back, slightly right.
Almark got to where Ain illuminated me.
Thick, hard methyl.
The weakness is beneath it.
Almark wields his sword up, swinging it down against the armor.
Hard response. Not one scratch on the methyl.
Weakness, I am.
Almark nevertheless shook up his sword and poked his armor.
Father would slap a guy like this right away.
Still, poking at the methyl many times.
I want to be stronger, stronger.
Eldain slams his body against the wall trying to shake off Almark.
Almark, with all his strength, stepped on.
And keep swinging your sword down on the methyl over and over again.
Father.
Mother.
Give me strength.
As I pray. Calling with your heart, over and over again.
Eventually, a small hole opened in the methyl.
"Almark!
Ain't voice.
Black hands grabbed Almark's leg.
Eldain's body fluids conveyed Eldain's own body to reach Almark.
But Almark didn't mind that either.
Put the sword in the sheath in a flowing motion.
Dr. Illmis.
Calling in my heart.
Please forgive me for breaking my promise to your teacher.
Almark pressed his right hand against a small hole he had opened with all his spirit.
Flames.
Almark thought.
It's not a flame as a light.
As the original flame, the flame.
Imagine Almark.
Flame.
Burn everything down, a giant flame.
The magic in your body seems to be raising your voice of joy.
Use it.
Use us.
That's the first magic Almark has ever used and used.
Dragon flames.
Burn it down.
Magic is screaming.
Burn it down. This level of warcraft, etc.
I know.
Almark responds in his heart.
I really wanted to work out some more. But now I left it to my impulse.
A flame erupts from my hand.
Almark pours a flame of magic into the holes of the armor.
Calories enough to form a giant fire column.
That's all poured under the armor.
Not yet.
Not enough yet.
Almark keeps pouring in the flames.
As long as the magic lasts.
What blocked it was an awesome explosion from Almark's feet.
The hall was all stained with Zhu for a moment, and a giant firepillar rose from Eldain's back.
Almark was blown up and slapped to the ground.
Right next to it, falling along with the dull sound was Eldain's methyl.
Eldain, blown away part of the back methyl and burned his weakness with a fire column, raised a strange scream like an extinct demon.
"One more blow."
Ain shouted.
I can see that Eldain looked agonized.
"Almark, stop."
I guess Ein, who screams, has already exhausted his magic. I nod at the wall and can't seem to move.
And to Almark, I knew that.
Take a beating.
But the blown end was bad. Almark was once again caught in black stained hands.
"Damn."
Too much was lost, magic or blood? Both of them?
I can't help myself as much as my body thinks.
I can't let go of my hand.
Eldain's angry, burning eyes looked to Almark.
Lower your neck.
I'm going to go ahead.
Almark, nevertheless, does not give up and puts his strength into the whole body.
But countless hands hold their feet, their hands, their hips, to the ground.
I can't move.
At that time.
In Almark's eyes, a glimmer of light seemed to have descended from above.
Precisely, it was a big rock wrapped in flames.
That directly hit Eldain's stripped back weakness.
Loud noise.
That was the last time.
Red light disappeared from Eldain's eyes, and its giant slowly fell over.
The Dark Warcraft, Eldain, ceased its activity there.
The hand that was holding Almark's body down disappears to melt.
Almark had a stunning view of the rock rolling on the floor.
Who the hell is that?
"Something I did."
I heard Ain.
"Why didn't you first notice? That possibility should have been taken into account the most."
He seemed to blame himself for his unknown, and the voice was playing.
"If it's his ability to exercise like a monkey, it's like going up a wall, a staircase like this. Damn, it's a confusing imitation to just take a robe. Then help me a little faster."
Ain was looking up at the wall and screaming.
Almark looked up at the wall in the same way and noticed the shadow slowly passing down there, inadvertently spilling a grin.
"Ficke."
Ain was still screaming.
"This unlucky yazume."