We Live in Dragon’s Peak

Unlike the dragon roar, a shitty, deafening cry echoes through the dragon forest.

Me and the warriors of the Ear Elder clan are overwhelmed with ears. But the roar of the baboons shakes his head, his sight growls, and he bends, losing his sense of equilibrium.

"Be careful! Veterinary surgery."

Mistral's attention flies. But it was too late. The baboons rushing at me. I can't tell if that's from the front or from the side by the glittering sight. Plus, my legs flutter and I don't have any strength in my lower body.

The baboons are approaching. And thick, long arms to be swung down. In a powerless body, defenses don't make it.

I shy away with a spatial leap. However, the jump failed because of an emergency avoidance that had not fixed the target coordinates. I rolled to the ground a little further away from the baboons.

I could only dodge a blow, but I can't move on to my next move. The baboons immediately caught me on the move and pushed me again.

Put a hateful grin on the bright red monkey's face.

If you don't dodge it, you'll be killed. I'm in a hurry, but I don't listen to my body. The effect of the procedure distorts the vision and does not allow the body to enter the force.

The Ear Elder Warriors also kneel with a distressed look and are unlikely to be able to move.

Crisis of absolute destiny.

At that time, Mistral stood in front of me.

Stand in front of the baboons and receive a large swing of your right arm from the front.

"Mistralu!"

I screamed.

I could see Mistral's thin body blowing away with a stroke of baboons.

I felt like I saw it.

But in fact.

Mistral, with his own left arm, had received a large wave of arms as thick as the baboon's round-tailed.

Mistral's feet plunge into the ground. That alone cannot absorb the shock, and countless cracks enter the earth, bouncing masses and stones of earth large and small.

But the mistral, far smaller and thinner than the baboons, was under attack, without blowing it up and, on the contrary, without pushing it down.

Vision that began to return to normal little by little. I opened my eyes wide and saw Mistral. [M]

Why not? I wonder why Mistral isn't blown away.

Weight difference, momentum, destructiveness. There is no way that everything won't blow up in the wake of a baboon attack that far outweighs us.

The baboons were also completely seized of their attacks, causing them to catch their faces.

"Elnea, move. If you don't move, they'll come after you again."

I rush to the attention of Mistral. The question is behind us. Now I have to concentrate on the baboons.

When I finally see my body moving properly, I make another spatial leap and once away from the baboons.

Ignoring me, the baboons stormed the mistral in front of them.

A fist as good as a man's head goes for Mistral. Mistral becomes half-body and squeezes on the brink. The baboons still aim for the Mistral, swinging their arms, kicking them with short legs and setting them up for a body hit.

Warcraft baboons without weapons. But the baboons were full of weapons. More than twice the height of a person and exuberant muscles. The thick, armed muscles, as you can see from above the black body hair, were just the murder weapon.

As the baboons flipped, he waved his left arm at the cross beating. Mistral does not move into evasive action and intercepts him with a pitch-black single-handed stick.

I can play a heavy blunt sound and enough shock to tremble the forest.

"What? Ah, you. Why can't I crush it?"

The swinging one-handed stick was hitting the baboon's left arm, offsetting the power. And also, the baboons drew their faces to the mistral they endured without being blown away.

Instead of blowing up, Mistral was cut off by a baboon attack. Not only were they stunned by the baboons, but even by me and the warriors of the Ear Elders.

But not if you're just watching this situation.

A translucent blade strikes the back of the baboon. The evasion of the baboons, who felt like all the mistrals, was delayed.

The translucent blade further deepened the wound on my cut back.

It's the spirit of Mr. Astra's service, the spiritual art.

Accurate aim. In order to cleave the baboons with spiritual arts, we have to cut them off from forest to forest. But it's easy to chop up meat if it comes from an already existing wound.

To the baboons who showed the gap, Mr. Astra's windy spirits attacked him cleverly.

Spirituality prompts us to move again. [M]

I flesh on baboons and slash them with a white sword. [M] Slash black body hair and tear skin.

The baboons are angry at me. But when I do, I run away with a spatial leap. And Mistral approaches the baboons, snatching their attention.

Mistral's heavy blows are mutually reinforcing with baboons, and if you're caught off guard, you take a bitter blow with a one-handed blend. I had no choice but to relate the baboons to the Mistral. At that moment, the spiritual technique deepened the wounds of the skin I had slashed and torn, and the precise arrows of the Ear Elder clan pierced me.

Mistral takes the attack, I create the trigger for the attack, and the Ear Elder Warriors chase him down.

There was no meeting, but there was collaboration between us.

Each one is a small wound, but as the number grows, the baboons inflate their anger gradually.

The grin stuck on his face disappears, his mouth turns to a letter to, his eyes caught.

"One, one, two, three. Ahhh!

The baboons shook up their arms.

I am willing to raise my roar again. The moment I thought so, Mistral's heavy and sharp blow plunged into the baboon's abdomen. And as it is, shake it out with a piece of flesh in your abdomen.

"Guuuuuuuuuuu"

The baboons screamed.

"Well, how dare you?"

Hold down the blood-breathing abdomen, the baboons stare at the mistral.

The face of the baboons, bleeding out of their mouths and congesting their eyes, was no longer disgusting when they were putting up a grin, a ghost shape.

But that doesn't mean I'll loosen my hand on the attack. I can't dance the dragon sword properly before the baboon's weight, but I use the space jump, slashing it repeatedly leaves.

And the Spirit spreads the wound, and countless arrows hit there.

If you notice, the whole body of the baboon was full of stabbed arrows.

"No, no, no, no!

He screams like a monkey, and the baboons don't stop running over the trees. And trying to use veterinary surgery, it distracted me.

Let it go.

I jumped up and slashed the baboons on their feet. Slash and tear the tibia and amputate the thick branches that the baboons were scaffolding with momentum. The scaffolded baboons screamed and fell to the ground.

The ground sways at the weight of the baboons, scattering fallen leaves and tree branches, and roaring noises. And all of that, a tornado flew up into the air.

"Chop it up!"

Mr. Astra and the girl of the Spirit of the Wind were in tune and babooned with a blow all over her body.

At the heart of the tornado, the baboons are attacked by an infinite blade of wind.

"Light, let the flash wipe you out!

"Wind, sharpen and dust him with a blade!

"Water, put it through!

The warriors liberate each spiritual art and produce an arrow of attributes. Then he led to the bow and let it go in unison. A brilliant arrow of many colors was sucked into the tornado, hit by baboons and dazzled.

The baboons scream. And when the tornado subsided, the baboons bled from all over their bodies and collapsed to the ground.

But I still have breath.

Every time he breathed rough and hard, the baboons were bleeding from his mouth.

And as I stand, I try to get up.

What a vitality. You should have taken the full blow of the Ear Elder Warriors, but you also show resistance.

I develop dragon temper. [M] When you think that the power of a single hit is a multi-stage attack because it can blow up all the woods. Mistral puts his hand on my shoulder.

"I'll do the rest. Watch."

Say, Mistral sets up a pitch-black one-handed stick and heads to the baboons. The tip of the one-handed stick glows blue and white.

The baboons understood the power of the blow Mistral was about to unleash and desperately tried to escape.

"Hold on. Please help me. What the hell did I do? Come on."

From the approaching mistral, he drags his body and tries to escape. And beg for life.

"I guess I should get out of this forest. I'll be out in a minute. Come on. So help me."

To be honest, I don't really know what evil the baboons have done coming into this forest. Warcraft is out. Mr. Curly and the warriors of the Ear Elders are after us. Damage is being done to parts of the forest. That's why I joined the war. [M]

But is it really good to crusade the Warcraft just because you went into the woods and stormed and knocked down the trees a little? and even more troubling now.

It's the Warcraft instinct to break out, and maybe the baboons just broke in. Like the Great Wolf Warcraft or the Giant Raven Warcraft, he was the one you could tell from talking, he didn't do any more damage to the forest, he could have lived secluded.

And now that you are saying you are going out of the woods, do you really need to take it to life?

I wonder if Mistral has anything to think about. As the doubt arose, Mistral approached the baboons silently.

"Sure, you have a point, too."

I said, I put down a one-handed stick. Mistral caught his guard. The baboon's face is distorted. I ran chills on my spine. [M]

"Hey, you stupid bitch!

The baboons were after this moment. I begged for my life and waited for the moment when Mistral was distracted. Thick and long arms like a round-tailed, unintentionally swung up, aim for Mistral.

Unexpectedly, all I could do was watch.

"But..."

Mistral, however, swung the swung up arm once down with a single-handed stick, spinning a spin with the momentum intact, slamming down the single-handed stick, still glowing blue and white, into the baboon's brain.

The baboons were crushed in the head, and from the left neck down, wrapped in a column of dazzling blue and white light.

The baboon carcass plunges into the ground to be crushed by terrible heavy pressures, resulting in a mass of meat that does not fasten the prototype.

And after the pillars of light disappear. Mistral shrugged.

"You don't have to work any more evil here, you've worked elsewhere. There were signs of evil."

Glimpsing at the meat mass, Mistral put the one-handed stick back on his hips.

I dropped my butt on the ground. I lost my mind.

I thought Mistral was dangerous, but she wasn't even alert to the dimensions.

That Mistral was safe with me. And to be able to crusade the baboons, I was relieved and my whole body was out of strength.

And it came to pass that the warriors of the ear clan had exhausted all their might, and had gone in on the trees and on the ground.

"You're annoying. Everybody all right?

Only Mistral stands, looks around and checks the situation. Me and the warriors nodded and made sure they were safe. And when Mistral confirms it, he comes beside me.

"Doesn't your body hurt? You must have hit your body hard in the first attack."

"Yeah. It's okay. I'm already in pain, and there's no problem."

Mistral scratches my back and right arm worryingly. Nature and face dull in the warmth of the mistral.

"Mi, it's Mistral. Apparently, I'm injured."

"Fuck yeah. The baboons just beat me up and my right arm hurts."

"Oh, I can't seem to walk full of creativity"

Ear elders watching the worried and leaning Mistral suddenly spoke of their injuries.

"Yes, sir. Do something for yourselves."

But when Mistral glances at the warriors with a cold eye, he continues with my support.

"Oh, you elnea bitch."

"What a show. They're worse than baboons."

"An enemy. Our enemy."

"Bring Luiseine to me!

Priscia is my daughter-in-law.

You're a pervert.

Mistral laughed bitterly at the warriors as they began to make noise at me.

"I don't know about you."

And Mr. Carly smiles bitterly, too, while he despises the warriors.

"Even though we crusaded the baboons, it's too distracting. Until we get back to the village, it's security."

"Ha ha. The Dragon Princess and the Dragon King are very popular."

Mr. Astra, with the girl of the Spirit of the Wind, was laughing delightfully.

Until just now, where is the sense of urgency and exhaustion of the battle going? Soothing, we go home. [M]

A few warriors were stupid-headed on alert duty, but you have no choice because it's work, right?

With a full smile, I waved my hands wide to the rest of the group to say goodbye.

You're not paying back for what you just said you hated!