We Live in Dragon’s Peak

"Hey, hey, Luilara!

Receive a sharp thrust of Louis Lara and raise a voice of protest.

But Luilala's eyes glow suspiciously, and he turns his next slaughter on me. [M]

What a demon tribe!

I can't believe I run to my desires at a time like this.

Move and dodge the upper-level double-fire unleashed by Luirala as it slips sideways.

There, an impending warrior of the Cursed Dragon Nation has launched an attack.

Three cursed warriors came, even though Luilara alone was out of hand.

In an emergency, the power of the Spirit Tree is activated automatically.

With Ares fusing properly, Ares is in charge of the art of spirit trees.

Countless leaves appear around me to prevent the attack of the Cursed Warrior from multiplying. But I can't fully take a fierce attack. Send a powerful attack and flash the White Sword. Slashed and tore the abdomen of one cursed warrior.

The slaughtered warrior, however, strikes at me without looking concerned about the pain of the wound.

"Elnea, if you're out of consciousness, you could die."

"Yeah, are you crazy!

"Ha ha, even if it's crazy. I hope you don't see the Demons in the same common sense as people."

Receive a blow of Luirala's horizontal giraffe with a wooden sword from the Spirit Tree. Swing and restrain your body against the cursed warrior who attacked you from behind, waving your white sword. Then I put a kick in Ruirala and blow it up.

The moment Luilara leaves, she puts in a series of attacks on other cursed warriors.

Watch the demon king of the giant as he deals with Luirala and three cursed warriors.

The gaze overlaps.

Do something about your dumb Luilara under your supervision!

I sued him with my gaze, but he missed his face a lot.

Really? I don't know, do I?

The ordeal of this magnitude seems to be to do something about it yourself.

The Mistrals who were about to break into Necromancer Castle looked back at this one anxiously.

"I'm fine, everyone help the prisoners!

Everyone who nodded at my cry kicked the warriors at the entrance into the air.

I want everyone to move on without feeling the worry of hindsight. That's why I sent everyone out confidently. But the truth is, it's pretty dangerous.

Luirala's swordsmanship is sharpened and he approaches me by poking a gap in the dragon sword dance. And the cursed warrior is strong.

Listeer said one day. The Demon Swordsman's strength remains the same as it was before he was cursed.

What I'm relative to is a former Dragon warrior. Of the Dragon People who are said to be stronger than the Demons, and three warriors are opponents, it's too harsh.

Plus, they don't feel any pain from being wounded, and they make a horrible attack that seems to be abandoned.

Luirala's triple penetration blurs his neck. A cursed warrior has waved down the Devil's Sword from the side to where he leaned back and dangerously dodged.

Activate a spatial leap and escape the crisis.

But he fell down at the tip of the leap because he had lost his posture.

The cursed warrior instantly perceives and approaches the leap point.

One cursed warrior came rushing forward.

But this is a good opportunity for me.

He jumped up quickly and slaughtered one of the cursed warriors who came out with a white sword.

The slashing taste of the white sword right now is horrible. He slashed and tore from the left shoulder mouth of the cursed warrior under his right chest.

I can see the magic pouring in from the treasure balls embedded in the cloak of the white sword.

I was focusing too much on the battle in front of me to keep my magic in check.

But not if you care about that. If you stay alert even for a moment, you will be killed by Luirala or a cursed warrior.

In line with the magic that began to flow throughout your body, thunderclouds begin to spread over you. There was a slight thunder in the distance.

I continue to dance dragon swords against the cursed warrior and Luirala who are the only two left.

The glowing rain grains, which were gently pouring down, gradually began to show off the storm, with a rough storm.

Fortunately, the Necromancers of the Necromancer City had almost disappeared in their previous purification. But the only remaining Necromancers were to disappear with compulsive purification, not purification of mercy.

No, you can't.

After all, the treasure balls received from the Titan's Demon King are too dangerous.

Neither Mistral's dragon air nor Luiseine's powers are mixed together. Yet because it goes too well with my storm dragon technique, I play the power of Mistral and Luiseine and mix it forcefully.

And more importantly, the curse keeps dragon sword dancing from stopping.

"That's good, that's good. Elnea, you're getting better!

No!

My body is just forced to move because of the curse.

He receives the delightful attack of Luirala and strikes back. Two cursed warriors approach with blind spots.

But I know the space. It looks round to me.

The curse won't stop dragon sword dancing, but you can move your body freely according to your will.

Thunder dwells in the white sword. A white sword strikes a cursed warrior as it sparks a painful flash in his eyes.

The moment the white sword and the demon sword hit each other.

Thunder plays, smashes the Devil's Sword, and an electric shock runs to the cursed warrior.

I stare sharply at the other cursed warrior.

Oh, and the sky glowed, and lightning struck the last remaining cursed warrior.

"You too...... come on!!

Countless thunderstorms fly towards Luilara, as they respond to my strong will.

"Ha. Magic is bad for swordsmanship fights."

But Luilala just cramps her body for a moment, even with my thunderstorms, and she doesn't want to.

"Come on, let's go on."

To Luilara's excited voice, I smile. [M]

You really are a swordsman idiot. I can't deal with a demon like this.

I await the opportunity to receive the sword of Louis Lara.

The demon king of the giant pretended not to know if Louis Lara attacked me. Then you don't know what happens when the minister fights me!

Gain strength carefully and wait for when you should come.

"Elnea!"

Mistral screamed.

We rescued and returned those who were all imprisoned in Necromancer Castle.

"Guys, get away from the castle!

The Mistrals, with those who were imprisoned, flee in haste.

Luilala was frowning at me because she couldn't understand what I was trying to do.

I think you need to be punished.

I laugh. [M]

Luilara waves her sword, even as she turns her astonishing gaze.

I've been waiting, for this moment!

I received Luirala's sword with a wooden knife from a spirit tree.

And send Dragon Qi to the Spirit Tree.

The tweezers that were entangled in the tweezers and patterns quickly stretched out and tangled in Luilara's arms.

Activated. Spatial jump.

I jump in space with Luilara. [M]

Flying ahead, inside Necromancer Castle.

"Grr."

Luilara holds her chest and suffers.

"The first time you experience a spatial leap, you're going to have a tremendous nausea"

Return the wax that was entangled in the Louis Lara.

Sudden nausea seems painful, even if it is the Ruirala of the Demon Nation. Her face turned pale and her movements were dull.

When I see it, I make another spatial leap.

Leaving Luirala in the midst of Necromancer Castle.

Back in position, I dance the last dragon sword dance.

He takes a strong gaze at the creepy Necromancer Castle built of bones and waves down the high white sword vigorously.

Swirling violently over the sky, a mass of thunder accumulated in the accumulation struck Necromancer Castle.

With the thunderbolts echoing on the earth, a flash of blind eyes engulfed Necromancer Castle.

It was a blow that instilled its own power, so in an instant, my dragon power dried up and collapsed.

The rescued dragon people were complaining about the sight that had happened in front of them.

"Dear Ernea, are you all right?

Lyla, who rushed faster than anyone else, holds me.

"Yeah. I'm fine. More than that..."

I saw the prisoners. [M]

At first the joy of being rescued. The next people of the Dragon Nation who were black-and-white in sight of a severe lightning strike. But when he saw the bodies of the cursed warriors lying around him, he was slowly starting to cloud his face.

I go to the Dragon Nation people as Lila supports my weak and fluttering body.

"I'm sorry. I had to take you down to help."

The representatives of those who come here think they are themselves. Giant demon kings may be the greatest. For the Dragon Nation, Mistral may seem like the best person. But I'm the one who decided to come here, and I'm about as proud as I am that I'm at the heart of my family.

So I have to apologize on my behalf for my responsibility to the warriors.

A whimpering voice echoed in my ear as I lowered my head deeply.

Everyone had their heads bowed with a sad look as well.

"You..."

"Oh, my son..."

Even if you are cursed and know you can't help. I knew if you put the remains of your family and lover in front of you, you'd be filled with grief.

This situation is something I knew before the battle began. But this was the only option we had.

And I think the only thing we can do right now is apologize.

Deeply bowing his head, one old man walked over.

"You're human, aren't you? Why are you here?

I look up and see the old man. [M] The wrinkled face was wet with tears.

"I am Elnea Ease, the Dragon King. With the Dragon Princess Mistral, we have come to rescue everyone imprisoned by the Demon Clan."

"... but the woman behind it is a demon tribe, right?

"That man is the demon king of giants. I have been asked to cooperate because of the fact that it was late. The enemy is Kushalila, the demon king of the north. The Titan Demon King is on his side."

I wonder if this explains it all.

My body was cursed because of the demons, and we were imprisoned. The Demons are with everyone. Hostile species. It's a situation where you can't help but think so, can it?

The old man listens to me and gives me a complicated look. And then, in an irresistible foothold, he begins to walk to the demon king of the giant.

Worried about what I would do, I headed with Lila to the demon king of old men and giants.

The old man stared at the demon king as he walked up to the front between the giant demon kings.

The demon king of the giant also returns to the old man.

Then the old man bowed his head as deeply as I did.

"Thank you for your help"

And the old man said all that, and returned again unto the dragon men.

"Tribal chief..."

Someone raised an unhappy voice to the old man.

But the old man shakes his head with a sad look.

"That's good enough. It's okay now. Sad, but you all know it. It's bad that we couldn't stop the warriors. Knowing they can't be saved, they are foolish to be caught unprepared to put their bodies in their hands."

That's what the old man says and turns to us.

"Thank you, dragon king of the young people. That you saved Nong et al. I sincerely thank you for burying the warriors as warriors."

Warriors die in battle.

The warrior was rewarded for knocking him down relative from the front, not by plot, unintentional strike, etc. The old man said so in tears, to convince ourselves.

We could not speak to the people of the Dragon Nation who wept, but kept watching the tears of mourning flow in silence.

"Hey, you're paralyzed"

It was Luirala who appeared before us with a powerful weather voice as the grief of the dragon tribes filled the city of the dead spirit that had lost its inhabitants and become ruined.

You don't get particularly injured with that thunder...

Louis Lara's clothes are dirty, and I can see some scratches on her face, but she comes with footsteps that seem fine.

"This fight is a draw, too."

Behind Luilara. The Necromancer Castle, built of bones, is blown up without a trace.

And yet I can't believe you can't even inflict serious injuries instead of knocking them down. Maybe Luirala is stronger than the Demon General.

"Luilara, the play is over. Find out if there's any leaks with the black-wingers."

"Yes, sir."

Luilala, commanded by the demon king of the giant, bowed his head respectfully and waved at me and vanished into the city of the Necromancer.

I'm sure the Demons will ensure the safety of this place.

I still find it uncomfortable to entrust the Demon Clan with safety checks, but if the giant Demon King bought them and left them to you, I'll have to.

The Dragon Nation will need some more time to get out of their grief and regain their energy.

Deciding that I had one paragraph, I buried my face in Lyla's chest and went to rest.