We Live in Dragon’s Peak

I was asleep because I stayed up too late or until Mistral woke me up.

Mistral seems to have already done his morning duties, and he helps me with my duties when I crawl out of the futon in the first place.

They carefully untie my sleeping habits and hand me a wet cloth. Looks like we don't need to go outside to the well yard. The wet cloth was reasonably cold and the somnolence flew neatly when I wiped my face.

"Morning."

"Good morning. Have you slept well?"

"Yeah, I could sleep. What about Mistral?"

"I slept well, too."

"That's good"

At the end of my assignment, the two of us get out of the room.

Already in the living room, Mr. Askles was lenient.

"Hey, son-in-law. Good morning."

"Good Morning"

Mistral leaves the house intact because he's ready for breakfast.

Having gotten out of hand, I decided to relax with Mr. Askles in the living room.

"Best regards, Mistral. But she's my precious daughter."

"Yes. I will definitely make you happy"

"Yeah, I trust you."

Mistral is beautiful, well crafted, and no matter what you make him do, he's perfect, but as a father, I guess you really care about your daughter.

I snorted so hard to reassure Mr. Askles.

Then leave the house with Mr. Cornelia, who came to call, and have breakfast with everyone in the village.

I wondered if everyone would cool me down again, it was frightening, but it seemed like Zan was silencing the men earlier.

What have you done? If you look at the neatness of the men, you'll soon find out. You imposed harsh training in the early morning, didn't you?

How harsh it was, you men, all pale, even whimpering during the meal.

What kind of training did you do?

The men were not well, but they couldn't make it through the day without eating, eating like they were stuffed with cuts, and they couldn't seem to afford to tangle with me.

And after a safe breakfast, I flew to Moss Square with Mistral, who was finished cleaning up after me.

The crisp morning sun falls zero from the ceiling of the thick spiritual tree branches, always increasing to create a fantastic atmosphere.

"Good morning, Grandpa"

Good morning, Ong.

"Um, good morning"

Old Sleighsta greets us with her eyes closed.

Old Sleighsta wakes up from Mistral hair repairs. When Mistral unravels the pitch-black hair growing on his beard, wrist and ankle, Old Sleighsta finally opens his eyes with it. You think this is a morning routine that lasts for hundreds of years?

Mistral starts taking care of Old Sleighsta quickly.

Well, what should I start with?

For the early morning, yet to the moss square, the Luiseinees have not come.

Ear Long clan mornings are early, but just before I get here, I think it'll take a little longer.

When I sit on a green moss for 10,000 years, I meditate first.

Deep, deep.

Deep enough to sink consciousness into a dragon vein, meditate. And take the dragon vein drawn to Ares, the young tree of the spirit tree and the spirit.

Ares initially got my dragon temper indirectly from a young tree in a spirit tree, but now she receives it directly.

From the young trees and Ares of the Spirit Tree, signs of joy come to me, and I'm happy too.

I guess it's my fault. I think there's been more signs of Ares lately.

At the end of your meditation, practice dragon sword dance shapes next. Still harsh pointers fly from old Sleighsta, but they're not as good as they used to be.

And even after the practice of moulding, the Luiseinees had not yet arrived at the moss square.

I'm sure Priscia must have slept with you. You must have slept well at home a long time ago.

Looks like Mistral hasn't finished taking care of old Sleighsta yet, and he looks busy.

Then I wondered what I was going to do, and Old Sleighsta came up with the next challenge.

"Thou shalt play with the beasts in the woods more than this."

"What do you mean?

"Go and you'll see"

He didn't answer my question, and when Old Sleighsta said that, he closed his eyes.

At times like this, it's useless to pursue, isn't it? I had no choice but to step from the moss square into the woods of ancient trees.

"Don't be alarmed"

On his way out, Old Sleighsta threw words on my back. I looked back curious, but Old Sleighsta kept her eyes closed.

I look back, wondering what it is.

I think it's been a long time since the Dragon Forest Warcraft was solved. When he sees us, he sneaks up, and he puts us on his back with ease.

I often think they're really intelligent and smart watching warcraft with no harm done not only to us, but also to the forest.

Play with those warcraft, but don't be alarmed for some reason.

There's no way Old Sleighsta's gonna tell you to just play. Must be part of the training. That is how I concluded, walking safely through the woods of ancient trees and wandering through the woods of dragons.

"All right, off guard, big enemy!

I feel signs of a warcraft behind my back from by my side saying.

Looking back, the Great Wolf Warcraft was approaching with a big mouth open.

"Wow."

Jump to the side and dodge in a hurry. But there, a giant raven beast rushes in.

"Ko, this is haha"

The serpent's warcraft was waiting for him before he escaped on a spatial leap. He's about to wind his legs down, make another spatial leap, and evacuate to the trees.

But something disgusting came down on my head. [M]

Reach out and make sure by touching the unpleasant thing that fell over your head.

It was bird warcraft shit.

And ho. Whatever it is, this is terrible.

Old Sleighsta's intentions were immediately known only by the movements of the Warcraft today.

In other words, the purpose must be to enhance the way you deal with multiple attacks and your reaction to them.

The Warcraft, after cooperating with the pre-emptive strike, have fallen into the dragon pulse and erased the signs.

I'm sure they'll attack again, asking how it goes.

When did Old Sleighsta tell the Warcraft to go along with my training?

When I finish washing my head shit off with the water from the water bottle, I walk out again.

Walking alert to unintentional strikes is used to at Dragon Peak. If you're not alarmed, I'm sure you won't get shit like that anymore.

What a sweet thought, then lightly smashed.

Old Sleighsta told me to play with the Warcraft. Never said, run away.

On the little horn of the deer warcraft that walked before me, according to the evidence.

"To you, Ernea. Catching a deer. Don't come back until you've caught him."

The parchment of Luiseine's handwriting was stabbed, that is.

Grunt. Could it be that Luiseine and the others were delayed to preach Old Sleighsta's words to the Warcraft and to stab this sticker in the horn of a deer?

When the deer warcraft showed me this parchment, I rushed out into the woods in a light foothold.

Something to let you get away with!

I did everything I could from the start, chasing a deer. I'm good at chasing people. I won't be late for the deer, though, Warcraft.

Using a spatial leap, I approach a deer in an instant. The deer try to get away in a hurry, but it's late.

Me reaching out.

But a little later, there is a severe pain running on my buttocks.

"Ouch."

Me jumping up and holding my ass down. Looking back, my parents' deer warcraft stared at me and swung their sharp horns.

"Whoever hands on my daughter, I won't allow it!

I'm tempted to hear those words.

I flee desperately from the position to chase, from the position to the position to escape, from the pro-dear who swings and chases me around the corner.

It didn't taste good that consciousness was shifting to deer warcraft. All of a sudden, I get slapped, and I blow.

When I saw it, the giant Raptor Warcraft swung his long ears and pointed his gaze at me like he was proud to beat me.

No matter how giant you are, you will be completely invisible when you armor yourself. If you crawl out of the dragon pulse in the immediate vicinity, you can immediately detect signs. But if there's a distance or no time to explore the signs, it's a complete surprise. And the Warcraft collaborated skilfully with each other, flirting with me.

Only the deer do not armor themselves, jumping around the woods and fleeing. From the deer, I guess it's like a mess. The pleasant atmosphere is coming through here.

But I'm desperate.

Follow the deer as they read their movements. But the Warcraft get in the way. You're cute to hit me. Few occasions, even for a moment, you get bitten when you get distracted.

Of course the technique flies. Spatial leaps make the ground ahead of you more slippery, or create a disgusting mist that revives tiredness.

I didn't know you were in such a tough position to be, not to collaborate. Again, I was reminded of the importance of collaboration.

But not if you're just impressed.

If we don't break the Warcraft collaboration somehow, we won't be able to catch the deer for long.

You can't just run away and dodge.

If you take a big evasive action, you are many times faster than a person, and you are read the movement by a wise warcraft. We have to dodge it with minimal movement and turn to counterattack.

A warcraft other than a deer disappears once.

The next time I show up, I always follow my surprises.

Stretch all nerves through the woods.

From the surface ahead, where he ran his gaze vigilantly, the lukewarm, and the Great Wolf Warcraft appeared.

He approaches me silently. [M]

And make it look like it, signs of sneaking up from behind.

I leap backwards, pretending to be in the trap of the Great Wolf Warcraft, while approaching the giant Wolf Warcraft behind me. And the moment I nearly hit my body with the rampage of the Raptor Beast, I jumped into the back of the Raptor Beast at once with a spatial leap.

Build up dragon qi and push the giant Raptor Beast with the power of the first cup of eyes. The Raven Beast, which had begun to advance, combined with the power of my full push, flew to the Great Wolf Beast with great momentum.

Panicking Great Wolf Warcraft and Raven Warcraft. And when I saw that I had entered the deer's blind spot with the giant Raptor Beast, I flew to the side of the deer in an instant.

Within reach, there's a deer. But I couldn't reach the deer. [M]

With fierce momentum, the pro-deer jumps off the surface and forcefully interrupts between me and the deer. I immediately give up my deer and leap backwards.

At my feet, I felt bad signs.

The serpent was changing to the roots of the tree with his surgery, and he was waiting. The moment consciousness moves to your feet, a big bird looms from above.

He kicks the serpent at his feet, leaps straight up, and I approach the big bird the other way. You didn't anticipate my movements, the big bird fleeing on the spike.

My purpose is not to be a big bird, so I can't even look at the big bird who escaped. I thought as I descended to see how I would catch the deer looking down under my eyes.