We Live in Dragon’s Peak

A bunch of ground dragons bursting out of nowhere. Running at the head of the herd, I ride on the back of a large earth dragon.

Not only Louiseine and Lyla, but even the Zans' awesome warriors looked up at me with dismay.

"Look, don't be alarmed. Fei Long is attacking us!

A warrior returned to me with my words of caution once again stretches the line around the wounded.

But the warriors' kingdom was useless no more.

Ground dragons arriving at the site of the raid give a roar. He stepped on the earth with his feet and tail and unleashed dragon tricks with a different girder of dragon air.

Earthquake shaking earth.

A sharp and pointed rock needle stretches innumerably from the earth at the edge of a flying dragon that has descended suddenly. And an inescapable flying dragon got skewered.

In addition, a sandstorm strikes a flying dragon that avoids hair strain.

Swallow by rough sand and dust, the flying dragon was crushed by large and small stones and rocks rolled up from the ground and desperate as it scattered pieces of flesh.

Rolling power. This is the power of the Dragon Clan, isn't it?

A ground dragon who drove away the flying dragon while breathtaking raised the roar of victory.

A lowly roar spreads across the sea of trees.

"Yeah, well, it's good to be boiling down to victory, but if you can, I'd be glad to put out the flames in the woods that are burning"

"Oh, man, he's a bore. Rejoice when you should. '

Even so, the earth dragon slammed the earth with the tail of the polar weight, and waved the earth, as it did when it made its way, to sink the trees of the burning trees and seas into the earth.

And seeing how it goes, the signs of several awesome warriors, including Zan, who decided the fire was okay too, disappear.

I didn't let the trial resume. You went to clean up another case that happened right after the Fei Long raid.

Burning forests disappear, creating a vast space in the sea of trees where not a single grass grows.

The ground dragon, who confirmed that he had quenched the fire, once again raised the roar of joy.

"Thank you"

When I say thank you, I make a face that is neither ground dragon nor full.

"Flying dragons are enemies. Even though it was cursed and manipulated, it's a pleasure to bury all those flying dragons at once '

laughs haha. But it wouldn't be dragon-hearted. To others, the throat-soaking dragon seemed scared.

The Dragon Nation people who were united for healing and defense were pulling their faces.

"That's Elnea."

Lyla glistened her eyes on the ground and looked up at me.

When I thank you again, I descend from the back of the dragon.

"Wow, wow."

"Cool."

This is you guys. You can't take a leap on the back of a dragon instead of me. [M]

Priscia jumped on the back of the ground dragon with a spatial leap, and Ares, who reappeared, dances cheerfully.

But are the roots still warm ground dragons? Or was Priscia's terrible power unleashed? Putting the two children on their backs did not show how the Ground Dragon had always cared.

After the first aid for the severely ill, I speak the words of labor to Louiseine, who is entering the ground.

Louiseine had a bad complexion, but she smiled back at me, even with a large amount of sweat.

"Is this the power of the Dragon King?"

"I didn't expect you to follow every flock, not just the whole earth dragon thing"

"Compared to that, we're not worthy."

The dragon warrior candidates drop their shoulders, saying they were injured and could only keep their feet together.

"That's not true. I happen to be able to use my dragon heart, and all the dragons were kind."

"Dragon-hearted, that's all it is."

"Just because you have a dragon heart, you don't obey a dragon."

I elucidated, I think I dug a grave. The warrior candidate was unnecessarily depressed by his lack of clarity.

"It was a great fight. A swordsman like you won't be among the Dragon Nation."

"Wouldn't it be more amazing than Master Wall?"

Me, praised by the remaining warriors on this occasion.

My own self-assessment is that the battle against the black armored demon swordsman is still far from over. But after all, is that quite the case from the eyes of a third party?

"Much more than that."

Neemia, who was over Priscia's head, moves over mine.

Only for a moment did the ground dragon look at Niemia with interest.

"Elnea, your brother went beyond defense that Mist, Lyla and the three of us couldn't have broken."

"No, no. I'm different from the demon swordsman then. Besides, I was trying to catch Mistral alive at the time."

While solving Niemia's misunderstanding, I look around to see what happened to the carcass of the demon swordsman I defeated earlier. Then, the trees of the burning tree sea sank into the ground, but the remains of the black-armed demon swordsman and the flying dragon were left on the surface.

You'll need to find out who the human remains are.

The dragon noticed my gaze. [M]

That's right. By examining the carcass, you may know something. At least, I wonder if the Dragon Nation would know about the race of black-armed men if they were autopsied.

I thanked the dragon for driving.

Priscia and Ares playing on the back of the ground dragon. Louiseine, who is tired and helpful with dedication by her side, and Lyla. And I'm a little pulled by the grounddragon herd, but the Dragon Nation reassures me that the Fei Dragon raid is over.

When the ground dragon and I, other than that and the remaining awesome warriors, stroked their chests down with relief.

A short distance away, a single battle sounded.

Tensions run to the warrior candidates who were distracted.

"Apparently, you were bored."

"Now you're sure."

"Phew, you were bad with him"

The remaining awesome warriors seem to understand what's going on. I know too.

As a matter of fact, there have been disturbing signs since shortly after the Fei Long raid.

Someone who skilfully erased the signs was watching us. And Feilong, this watchman didn't attack.

The watchmen are not as fierce as Zan and the others as they can completely erase their signs. Then the presence should have been known in the flying dragon above. Yet he wasn't attacked.

Suspicious, isn't it?

And Zan and the others were aware of its watchman and were alert at the same time as the Fei Long.

Maybe if I had only focused on Fei Long and intercepted him, I could have gotten rid of him even if I couldn't defeat him because he was manipulated and moving dull.

But he was pointing his consciousness at the flying dragon over the sky, and if the watchman put any cross spears in him, he could have shrugged his feet.

That's why Zan and the others turned to defense and put me in charge of the guerrillas.

I wonder if this means I'm trusted.

"That's right. A fine warrior."

Niemia praised me and I was a little happy.

When I'm lit, the single-shot battle will soon be over. And waiting, from behind the burning tree sea, the Zans returned.

Take charge of people on both shoulders.

"A souvenir."

Say, Zan and the others throw the man in charge on the ground unconstitutionally.

But the person in charge is completely unconscious or just groaned and doesn't get up.

"Zan, what about these people?

There were six people in all who lost consciousness and were thrown out on the ground. When I saw that face, I took my breath away.

I had a familiar face.

The question I asked you sounds stupid.

Just looking at them, I knew immediately who they were, too.

"This is a dragon tribe that has been responsible for us all down the mountain."

Lyla, who came by my side, is as breathtaking as I am.

"What!?

"What do you mean?"

Relatively mild, people who can move gather around us.

"Why are these guys here?"

"These people broke up at the foot, right?"

"Oh. These are the tribes of the Northwest. We're not moving in the same direction."

"Then why the hell?"

The question of the warrior candidates was that of everyone.

"I don't know, I've caught him alive"

Say it. Zan puts a kick in the belly of a middle-bodied man who is falling at his feet.

Ugh, and a groaning man.

"Get up."

Two more shots, Zan putting in a kick. It's a little too rough to wake up.

I got kicked in the abdomen and my eyelids wobble whether the man regained consciousness.

At that moment, Zan stepped on the man's neck and sealed his movements.

Then he slowly opens his eyelids and the middle-bodied man, aware of the situation around him, turns his face bright blue to see and tries to back up.

But Zan's stepping on my neck, and I can't resist.

The man looked up at Zan, who was terrorizing, stepping on himself.

"I understand the situation."

To Zan's cold gaze, the man nods with his eyes.

"Let me hear your purpose."

"What are you talking about?"

Men seem to talk hard with their necks trampled. But Zan doesn't seem willing to take his legs off.

"Why were you watching us?"

"I know what you're talking about..."

A man tries to fall in love, Zan puts his strength into his legs. A man screams at the pain of his feet eating into his neck.

"Ask again. Why were you watching me?"

"Ki, it's my fault. We were just keeping an eye on the warrior candidates."

"Lie. Your tribe won't be this way."

"Oh, yeah. But the candidate got lost."

"Ho. If we get lost, we'll be tracking candidates from another village."

"I don't know. Ask the candidate about that. I was just keeping an eye on the candidate."

The man Zan's stepping on is a guardian warrior, isn't he? He was just watching over me, and I'm not talking about it.

Zan also sighed at the wrong person to ask.

I kicked him as hard as I could and stunned the man again.

And now he kicks up the warrior candidate with the same procedures as he did earlier, not the guardian.

I feel like I can't show this to your kids, and I'm looking for Priscia. Then the ground dragon was distracting him, walling himself and blocking Priscia's gaze.

And Priscia, she's still playing with Ares properly. Ares was drawing on my intentions, too, to keep me unconscious here.

"Hey, why were you following us away?"

Zan or the next man who woke us up was the first man to blame. A disappointing young man of stature, but pushed by Zan's temper, he is pale in the face.

"Honestly or I'll kill you"

"Hih."

Zan puts his foot on the young man's neck and threatens him, as he did when he was a middle-bodied man earlier.

"Oh, we're lost..."

Apparently, he's lost his way, and he's doing a mouth-to-mouth match at.

Zan sighs really unfortunately and sprinkles a spark on his leg.

"I told you. If you don't be honest, I'll kill you."

Say it. Zan lets the flames fall on his legs and steps on the young man's neck.

"Wait a minute."

But a hair.The scream of the youth stopped Zan from moving. At the same time, the flame with Zan's legs clumped together goes out.

But some of the youth's necks were already burnt black.

"Talk. So don't kill me."

Young man with tearful eyes and looking up to Zan in desperate shape.

"The opportunity is just one more time. Next time you lie, I won't forgive you."

Zan's gaze was cold enough to freeze the spines of those around him as well.

"Oh, we were told by the village warriors to keep tabs on other tribes."

"Why?"

"And I don't know... it's true!

A young man hesitating on Zan's feet with a little strength.

"So, but. The warriors looked like they were planning something. It's just that the rest of the village doesn't know. So I'm not a warrior yet. I don't know."

I could not feel a lie in the words of a young man who opened his eyes and explained desperately. He thinks Zan felt the same way, what's wrong?

"Hey, do you recognize this guy?"

Then another warrior stripped off the helmet of the black-armed man I had defeated and put it up to look like a young man.

"Hiya."

The young man looks at the body of a black-armed man and openly pulls his face.

"Oh, you know what that looks like."

The warrior rolls the corpse in front of the youth.

Yeah, warriors. Even if they are the bad guys, aren't they being treated too harshly?

I'm pulling more and more, but Luiseine and Lyla are totally out of sight to stay out of it.

"Tell me everything you know. Otherwise, Zan won't really forgive me."

The warrior who brings the remains of the black-armed man succumbs to the side of the young man and threatens that Zan's lack of forgiveness is famous among the warriors.

"This man..."

The youth manages to say the words as they draw their faces.

"In the meantime, we were talking about being attacked by demons, warriors in a village in the west"

"What!?

I am surprised by the unexpected answer and look at Zan. Zan and the warriors were also surprised, matching each other.

"Ugh, it's not a lie, it's not a mistake. I know this guy. He used to come to our village, too. This man is an axe beager."

There was a shock between us in the words full of youth certainty.