We Live in Dragon’s Peak

The trip in the sky went too well.

Only once along the way, I encountered a bunch of demons mimicking birds floating in the sky. But the tyrant approached me as a delight, and in a flash I turned it into extinguishing charcoal.

"Oh, what a waste of Demon Crystal Stone"

It is a secret that I stared sadly at the core of a demon burned to death by tyrants and turned into a green glowing Demon crystal stone falling to earth.

Apart from encountering demons, there were no particular problems and the journey in the sky was comfortable.

Just like when I came, I would go south along the canal from Fort Cad and finish my first day's itinerary where I plugged onto the edge of an unpopular dragon forest. From the next day on, he also went west along a huge lake.

But there was an unexpected problem there.

"Ernea, by the way. How are we going to get to Ong's place?

"Shit!

It brought a strong voice, and everyone turned a frightened glance at me.

I was losing it. The promise you made to Mr. Ashel, it's not. I was oblivious to how to dive through the old Sleighsta stray technique, which took place in the Dragon Forest.

If it's just us, there's nothing particularly wrong with that. If you wander into the dragon forest, if you realize it, you're reaching Moss Square. The usual. That's why I forgot to be aware.

But not now. We are traveling on the backs of tyrants. And besides the tyrants, there's Fiorina and Reem.

You can't take others so easily to Moss Square. That's Sleighsta Old Sleeping Bed, on the knees of the Spirit Tree. Even though the tyrants are close to us, they don't know Old Sleighsta at all.

So we can't call in cheap at our discretion, and if we had the tyrants in the first place, we might not be able to break through the stray art of the dragon forest.

Mmm, me roaring.

"Huh. I don't have any feelings for you. I'll get you down to the right place. '

A tyrant who was sensitive to the seeds of our troubles snorted boringly.

I don't know, we looked at each other in a complicated mood. During the journey he was given a ride on his back and was also given various activities in the kingdom of Yortenitos. Is this a good response to such tyrants?

"But I don't have a choice. Something you can't go there unless Lady Sleighsta admits it."

"But I don't have a choice. Something you can't put in there unless Master Sleighsta forgives you."

"Right. Because this is not our problem, it is the judgment of the monarch who protects the dragon forest"

Mistral nods at the words of the twin princesses.

The three of you are right. Our desire to reward you and Old Sleighsta's role are different. So no matter how much we bother, it doesn't make sense in the end.

Fiorina and Lehm smiled at us when they said they already understood and didn't seem to care.

I can't help but bother pointlessly over the sky. Then it is up to us to go to Old Sleighsta and thank the tyrants for the long journey.

When the policy was decided, the tyrant went from the lake to over the dragon forest.

If it's from the dragon forest, the place doesn't matter, you can just wander. The tyrant searches for a place where he can land and flies relaxed into the sky.

At that time, immeasurable signs emerged from a mysterious sense of distance, as distant as it was close.

The tyrant realizes his presence as soon as possible and raises a roar of intimidation.

"Shut up. I'm gonna twist it, okay?

It was Mr. Ashel who suddenly appeared before us.

I can't imagine a tyrant being just Mr. Ashel, either, causing the super giant Mr. Ashel who showed up in front of me to pull his face.

"I think it was a little late, though?

"Yeah, well, after that, I still have the post-processing. And now it is."

To my excuse, uh, Mr. Ashel snorts.

"Well, that's good. Follow me."

That's all Mr. Ashel said, and without waiting for this reply, he turned his heel back over. And keep moving over the dragon forest.

We don't know what it means, we look at each other. Even that tyrant was confused to see me as to what to do.

"And for now. Shall we follow Mr. Ashel?"

Where does Mr. Ashel intend to take us? We all follow Mr. Ashel with the question mark over our heads.

Mr. Ashel's giant is far away. But the tip of the long tail was shaking right in front of the tyrant.

How long is it!

"Your mother's tail is the longest and prettiest."

On Priscia's head, Niemia told me happily, shaking her tail just like Mr. Ashel.

A year ago, I saw all the fright, but now Niemia can see the joy of seeing her mother.

Niemia's been working hard this past year, hasn't she? I've trained to be able to use dragon techniques like Mr. Ashel's, and like Old Sleighsta's advice, I've empowered my opponents to lose their mind before they fight. With the confidence that the effort was backed up, Niemia must have overcome the fright of meeting Mr. Ashel.

"Nah."

When Niemia is in a good mood, Priscia is in a good mood too. The two of us were getting along and were shaking on Mistral's lap.

"Where are you going?

'Wow. Fun.'

Fiorina and Reem also apparently had their curiosity stimulated by the sudden induction of Mr. Ashel. I was jumping around the twin princesses.

Mr. Ashel directs us silently. Tyrants, too, follow in confusion but with no choice.

I wonder where you're going, looking around. Surrounding signs swayed unexpectedly. This feeling is the usual when you reach the moss square from the dragon forest.

Shortly after my vision was sumptuous. When we refocused, we were flying under the umbrella of the branches of the Spirit Tree.

Polar branches spread overhead, and leaves that do not lose their bright green color when it comes to autumn are dazzling to reflect the sun's light.

The air was clear and the signs of the forest under his eyes were changing. The green carpet, which looked like a native forest, had transformed itself into a quiet and calm landscape of ancient trees.

"Grunting......"

A tyrant swallowed up without the skill of resisting the incalculable will to go further above his own contemplative supernatural powers.

Even tyrants have no hands, no legs.

The tyrant who witnessed Sleighsta's old dragon art looks like the landscape that spreads around him is not in his eyes. Follow Mr. Ashel with a painful look at his immaturity.

Unlike tyrants, Fiorina and Reem were excited about the surrounding landscape, which suddenly changed.

It's amazing. It's amazing. I've never seen a tree this big before. '

"Where am I? So beautiful! '

The twin princess hurries to hold on to Fiorina and Reem, who are excited to jump and are about to jump from the back of a tyrant.

But the twin princesses were similarly overlooking the landscape around them.

Over the dragon forest. But under the umbrella of the Spirit Tree. Strange space sandwiched by forest roofs and branch leaf ceilings. Speaking of which, Mr. Ashel, Niemia and I were the only ones who had the experience of flying while looking at this landscape.

Sleighsta This is the first time I've seen it in a flowing landscape, even if I've ever ridden over an old one and looked over a dragon forest from there.

If you noticed, everyone was seeing into the landscape around them.

Oh, no. For some reason, only Mistral, was normal.

"Mistral had experience?

"Hmm? Oh. Kind of."

Hehe, laughed and was deluded.

It's a mistral I've always looked after Old Sleighsta. Maybe these things have happened in the past.

Cut clearer air than anywhere else and go between the green ceiling and the floor. Ahead of our goal, we could see the trunk of a spirit tree like a polar pole.

Mr. Ashel begins to drop altitude. Tyrants also descend. At the moment I thought, I had a sharp swirl. Invert to return to the sky that came.

"Here. What are you running from?"

I can only laugh bitterly at the sudden movements of tyrants.

I don't think so. I know exactly how tyrants feel. If I were a tyrant, I might do the same.

Everyone but me was asking about the look of a tyrant.

Why the tyrant ran away with his tail wrapped around it. Where Mr. Ashel descends. There existed a huge, black and lustrous mountain, which also surpassed Mr. Ashel.

Oyama, Sleighsta. Old man looked at the tyrant with his neck lifted and his golden eyes shimmering.

"Damn. I was fooled. I'm going home."

Accelerating tyrants. But all of a sudden, he rocks his body hard and stops moving forward. Tyrants flap their wings hard, but they don't go any further.

Looking back, Mr. Ashel was grabbing the tail of a tyrant.

"Let go."

"Yeah, grow up. Otherwise we'll turn it into ash."

To Mr. Ashel's threats, a tyrant who stops one from moving.

I've never seen Revaria so honest and frightened!

The tyrant landed in a moss square while Mr. Ashel grabbed his tail.

"I resent you, Elnea."

"Eh, why not? It's not my fault, is it?

Where did majesty go?

A tyrant with a troubled expression.

Reem was laughing for some reason whether he had never seen a tyrant like this before.

When she got down to Moss Square and made sure the tyrant wouldn't run away, Ms. Ashel finally let go of her tail. So the tyrant, finally free, looked back like he was in trouble when he got us off his back.

Have you noticed?

The tyrant's retrospective destination. In the middle of Moss Square, Old Sleighsta sat silently looking down at us.

The strained air dominates the moss square.

Old Sleighsta is now trying to identify the tyrant.

We drank our spit and watched, but we walked away from the tyrants.

Mr. Ashel doesn't seem to care about this exchange, and moves to the side of old Sleighsta.

Guru, and old Sleighsta rarely rattles his throat low. The tyrant shook his body frighteningly and looked up at Old Sleighsta's head far overhead.

"Is This The Guardian Of The Dragon Forest That The Legend Asks About"

After a lot of silence. Finally, the tyrant began to regain his identity and began to beat and throat Old Sleighsta.

The champion of Dragon Peak at the bend. The tyrant of existence who frightened all those living in Dragon Peak. And if rightly inherited, existence that was the alliance lord of the Dragon tribe living in Dragon Peak.

The tyrant, recovering from his mood swings, stretched his dragon qi as if to boast of his existence, relative to Old Sleighsta.

There was a sharp glow back in the four eyes of the tyrant.

Old Sleighsta and tyrants staring at each other.

We hurried and distanced ourselves from the immediate signs. [M]

"Good luck, Revalia."

The moment Reem cheered on the guardian, answered it and the tyrant opened his mouth wide, threatening him to let the back of his throat shine in the red lotus and roar.

"Buhhhhhhhhh!!

"Yikes!"

The tyrant was the victim of a blast from overhead and massive snot.

... right? It will, won't it? I knew.

We evacuated far away, and Mr. Ashel had the expression, "Oh, boy."