We Live in Dragon’s Peak

A few days for the Elneas towards the land of the demons.

Be wary of tyrants and ancient species of snow dragons, or the provocative movements of the Northern Dragon tribe lurked shadows.

"Mr. Zan!

Zan is called from behind and turns around. It was a man I knew recently who came running from a little further away.

His name is Laniseme. A warrior from the south, but a brave man who rushed to this commotion as soon as possible.

Laniseme looks around restlessly as he comes to Zan with his breath out.

"Mr. Zan, I'm sorry, didn't you see our sister?

Asked by Laniseme, Zan thinks it's a good idea.

Who is this man's sister? Follow your memories and remember immediately.

Right. That's the woman. A rare woman who holds dragon treasure balls in her body even though she is not a dragon king. Surely, when Ernea fought Rotten Dragon in the past, was that the woman she knew?

But what happened to the woman?

Zan is also taking the day off. They alternate in their vigilance with the warriors who have gathered from all over the place, but drain their spirit if they are careful without rest. So when I can rest, I rest.

Today on holiday, Zan was relaxing in this village where the warriors from the south gather. But I don't remember witnessing them with Laniseme's sister.

And I don't see why Raneem is so worried about his sister.

"That guy... where have you been?

"What are you worried about?

"Oh, yes, it is. I can't see my sister Anemone in the morning... she's usually fine, but she still suddenly gets sick... no way, she hasn't been to the woods or anything by herself, has she?

It's not the answer to the question, bitter Zan.

But I could understand Laniseme's worries.

With that being said, when Elnea introduced you, were you talking about how sick you were supposed to be? Though I inherited the dragon treasure balls of Fei Long, which I was close to, and it meant I was feeling better.

"Being sick doesn't mean you suddenly lose consciousness and fall, does it? Besides, you're hosting a dragon treasure ball. Then you wouldn't have a problem going into the woods alone, would you?

The village where the Zans are based is in the middle of the mountains. A little down from there, the abundant forest was spreading.

It is unlikely that the Northern Dragon tribe is lurking in the woods. The Xans' vigilance network extends not only to the village, but also to the surrounding Dragon Peak.

Now that we have the Dragon Peak Alliance, the danger would be about the Warcraft, but a woman who hosts Dragon Treasure Balls would be able to escape even if she couldn't fight.

Zan tells Laniseme to listen, but he doesn't calm down.

Oh, my God, my sister has a lot on her mind.

"Mr. Zan, could you help me find Anemone? I wish he was in the woods and couldn't move..."

I think Laniseme is just worrying, but Zan decided he had no choice but to be consulted.

I'm not zan like laughing at how I feel about my sister and family.

"Then you look over there. I'll look over there."

"Thank you!

With that said, Laniseme should be older, but the language is reversed. With a bitter smile, Zan turned his foot toward the forest he had received.

Anemone, who doesn't even know the dew, such as the fact that the two men are looking for themselves, had come to pick mountain vegetables in the woods in the morning.

The villages where we are based have gathered successive warriors from the dragon peaks to the south. But not enough food compared to the growing number of warriors. Supporting supplies are due to arrive late, but anyway, to strengthen defence, the food crisis was about to come with a sharp increase in warriors who had assembled earlier.

It's too late after we run out of food. The women of the village had already begun to move to eliminate the belly worries of the warriors.

There are several women in the woods.

Some said it was dangerous, but this place is in the warriors' perimeter, so there should be no raids by those in the north. Even if it becomes dangerous, we are Dragon Nation. Even if you can't fight, you can do enough to escape.

Who can procure the most food, what a competition for half the play, while the Anemones were picking mountain vegetables in the woods.

For Anemone, who was infirm and didn't walk much more than she did when she was a child, it felt very good to be able to run around the woods like this and move well with the others.

I am very grateful to Fei Long, who was close. And I felt a deep love for Ernea for connecting my thoughts.

But wait!

Elnea, you already have a wife. I feel very laggy.

Could it be too late?

But I don't know any other nice men...

Ask the Dragon Treasure Ball, which feels warm in the back of your chest. I didn't get the answer back, but I felt Feilong was there for me.

However, Anemone was relaxed by the occasional mind and the pleasure of long outdoor activities. Even now, I realize it had come deep into the woods.

Have you strayed from everyone?

Anemone, who is not a warrior, does not have the ability to explore the signs around him.

So when things sound near the stirrups.

Ha, and stretched his body, and looked back in haste.

And sigh of relief.

It wasn't demons or warcraft that showed up from the bushes. He seemed mighty to see, because he was a dragon warrior man.

The man who emerged from the bush is only a little surprised to see Anemone.

"Oh, boy. I felt signs of dragon treasure acting alone, so I tried to make contact."

The man who scratches his head like he's in trouble is middle aged at a time like now when he's on the fattest. Slightly skinny, but tight muscles surround the body without waste. And in his hand, he had a long battle axe with a pattern.

I wonder who, Anemone traces the memory.

Annemone, an increasing number of warriors every day, but also responsible for preparing meals at evening and evening, should be looking at the faces of the general public.

But to the middle-aged man in front of me, I don't recognize him at all.

"A woman who encloses dragon treasure balls, is rare. Are you from that village?

The middle-aged man points toward the village. Anemone nods honestly. I'm the sister of a warrior who rushed, and I know Elnea the Dragon King, I'll call him.

Bad for Ernea, but I'm alone with a man I don't know in the back of a forest like this. As a precautionary insurance policy, Anemone gave the name of Ernea.

But that calls for disaster.

"Right. The new Eight Dragon Kings I hear rumors about. Then you're worth it."

"What?"

I don't understand the words of the middle-aged man in front of me. Neck tilting anemone.

"There are people who make noise when the Dragon Clan of the ancient species comes out. I had no choice but to come and scout the south guys, but it's an unexpected harvest. We need you to come this way to seal the movement of the Eight Dragon Kings."

Ah. And when Anemone realized, it was too late.

Anemone, stared at with sharp eyes by a middle-aged man, is deprived of his physical freedom like a frog stared at by a snake.

Behind his chest, a dragon jewel pulses hot at the crisis of Anemone, but he can't move.

We have to run. This man is a Northern Dragon warrior!

Anemone trying desperately to move her body. But I can't even move one fingertip.

If I were caught by the Dragon Nation of the North right now...

It is not only Elnea, but also the dragon princess of his family and many others who get annoyed.

Feelings of impatience are backwards, and the body does not listen.

The middle-aged man keeps a strong glance at the anemone and comes closer.

sari, and behind Anemone, there was another sound.

"Oh man. If you follow the signs of dragon treasure balls..."

Someone sighs behind an anemone who is deprived of all his body's freedom and can't even turn around.

"I'm sorry, that woman needs me, too. Let me force you to take it, Garshark."

"... Koa's Village Warrior Zan"

A middle-aged man looking at the front of an anemone. If the word of a man named Zan behind it is correct, he says his name is Garshark.

Even Anemone knows.

Dragon King Garshark. Dragon King of Disease.

"Do you know me as Dragon King Garshark and want to challenge me? I'm Zan the Warrior."

"It doesn't matter who it is. Whether they're dragon kings or demon kings."

Men confronting each other across anemones.

Garshark's sharp gaze shifts from Anemone to Zan behind him.

Anemone, with her physical freedom back, rushes to the back of Zan, the man behind her allie-like back.

Anemone relieves herself for a moment when she looks like an ambitious, rough man with silver hair on her red copper skin.

But I remember right away.

The enemy is the Dragon King. And this man called Zan, even if he's haunted by an ambitious atmosphere, is just a warrior.

How much separation is there between the Dragon King and a warrior who is not? If you're a Dragon Nation, everyone knows that, as general common sense.

While hiding behind Zan, anxiety was boiling behind Anemone's chest.

"Stay with me there.

But Zan doesn't seem to be overwhelmed by the presence of the Dragon King, so he steps forward and packs his time with Garshark.

"Dragon King. Sooner or later, I knew you and another dragon king, Beligue, would betray you."

"Hmm?"

"You guys are from the North. We can't abandon the people of the North."

"You know perfectly well. Then the story is quick. Bury Zan, one of the finest warriors in the south, and bring the woman home. That's all the people in the north will be exalted."

The signs of Garshark swell. Neither does Zan, who stands to protect Anemone, spare no effort.

If you're giving the Dragon King a break, he'll be gone in a flash. Besides, the opponent is Garshark, the dragon king of disease.

In front of Zan and Anemone, Garshark's appearance transforms.

A sharp green wing grows from his back, and a deep green scale rises on Garshark's neck and face as well. A hand or arm with a long battle axe with a pattern turns into that of a flying dragon.

And then a sharp whirlwind winds around Garshark. The whirlwind chopped the leaves of the trees, causing deep lacerations to the trees of the forest.

The dragon jewel behind Anemone's chest was pulsating hard.

Those with the same dragon treasure balls sensitize each other to the misdigit dragon qi overflowing from Garshark's dragon treasure balls.

Garshark's dragon qi that even remembers his breathlessness. In contrast, Zan's dragon qi was burning as he transformed in front of him.

Red copper skin has the same silver scales as hair. Silver wings, silver tails reveal themselves in front of Anemone. The clothes below can be bounced from the knees and turned into dragon-like legs. From elbow to tip, it changes to the arms of the dragon clan covered in silver scales.

Anemone gets enthralled by the divine Zan's hindsight, which is a mixture of red copper and silver.

"I'll tell you what, I'm not gonna cut you any slack. Your life is for today."

A sharply blowing Garshark dragon temper winds up Zan's burning dragon temper.

The first one to move was Garshark.

For a moment Garshark's body seemed to have a rash. Immediately after, blood flies from Zan's wings and tail.

Go on. Garshark's fierce wind strikes Zan.

Zan plunges into Garshark without leaving his body in the sharp wind that chops him up.

Zan's fist, wrapped in purgatory flames, approaches Garshark. But Garshark, in the belly of the battle axe blade, took Zan's fist.

"Gu."

The flame of Zan's fist bursts.

Zan is a weapon all over his body. Burn and explode everything you touch.

The explosion can play the battle axe. With that gap, Zan puts a kick in Garshark.

But Zan's sharp kick only scolded the universe. Garshark, who should have been in front of Zan until just before, had disappeared.

Garshark, dragon king of the wind. Proudly the fastest of the dragon kings, its movements are not captured even by the eyes of Zan, who did everything in his power to free the dragon air and humanize it.

In the midst of the rough whirlwinds around us, the rare slight but perceived signs.

The scales on Zan's shoulder mouth bounce, and blood splashes wind.

"What's up? If you don't move, you'll just be slashed and carved to death by me like that?

I still can't capture what Garshark looks like. The only thing that reaches Zan's ear on the wind is the merciless words that herald death.

Zan, however, drops his center of gravity low and stands still.

A relentless Garshark attack strikes Zan, who has stopped moving.

A violent wind slashes and chops Zan's wings, tails and silver scales. Garshark, who moves at a speed that cannot even be captured, leaves after inflicting deep wounds on Zan's arms, legs, and torso with a battle axe.

Zan gets wounded while he sees it. And the blood out of the wound dyed Zan's surroundings red on a sharp whirlwind.

Anemone could only stare breathlessly at this despair that had arisen from her alarm.

Zan, who is fighting to protect himself, is the young man Elnea admired like her brother. I know very well because I have a dear brother myself. If Zan dies here, Ernea will grieve badly.

But what Zan would defeat also seemed obvious to Anemone's eyes, who did not know the battle.

You can't even capture Garshark, just keep getting attacked unilaterally, Zan. Even now, at this moment, Anemone could do nothing in a situation where Zan's head and torso were likely to be severed.

Zan knows behind his back that the woman to protect is desperate.

I can't help it. It's pathetic.

This is how I expose myself to an unusual appearance while teaching Elnea how to handle battles, etc.

It's immature. It hurts my weakness.

Zan tries to reassure the woman at all, saying words similar to rest.

"Watch there. I'll put an end to this fight soon."

"Ha ha, soon, huh? That would be the end with your death, wouldn't it?

On the wind, Garshark's voice echoes in the woods.

Shit. Zan punches his tongue. It was a word that was uttered to lighten a woman's anxiety, but on the contrary it took the form of stirring up anxiety.

Everything is not far from the Dragon King.

Now don't let Elnea laugh at you like that cute little dragon.

Zan smiled mocking himself, closing his eyes.

Even with your eyes open anyway, you can't capture Garshark. Then your vision is out of the way.

Raise dragon air throughout your body and explore the signs around you.

Even if you are blind, you can follow the signs slightly.

Concentrate and try to capture Garshark's movements.

Garshark approaches Zan in an instant and makes an attack while traveling super fast on the faraway winding. Immediately afterwards, we'll take another distance from Zan's range.

Capturing signs doesn't make sense if you can't capture Garshark himself.

It inflates dragon air even more, Zan.

The overflowing dragon air evokes flames and pays off the whirlwind of Garshark.

The flames blowing out of Zan's body gradually gain momentum and scorch the atmosphere.

Anemone opened her eyes and stared at Zan.

Zan's dragon air, which was the flame of the Red Lotus, gets terribly hot. Only on Anemone's forehead was a large grain of sweat floating.

And as Anemone stared, a change began to be made in the flames that Zan wrapped around him.

The flames of fire that are going to burn everything down gradually turn blue and white. Red to blue as the temperature rises. And at the end of the day, it had turned into a beautiful flame that could not be white or silver.

Zan closes his eyes and strives for height in a deeply erected position.

I don't need a colorful, manipulative attack like Elnea's Dragon Sword Dance. Just a blow. All you have to do is sink your enemies with it.

You don't need a giant, powerful dragon chi, like the one given to you by Dragon Treasure Ball. The only thing that stays at one point of the attack, as long as you have the power to overwhelm everything, you don't ask for anything later.

Gather dragon air from all over your body, into your fists.

Overflowing dragon qi is futile. It only has the effect of burning garshark garments to such an extent as the flame that surrounds them. Eliminate unnecessary dragon air wastage and compensate for the difference in power with the Dragon King with one pole concentration.

The whole flame of Zan turning into a flame of silver disappears.

Maybe the dragon's temper has run out. Yes, the more the anemones illusioned, the more the dragon air in front of Zan was quiet.

Contrary to Anemone, Garshark was wary of Zan's change in dragon air.

The wild, dragon air flames, which were so dense that it was not strange to metaphor them as purgatory flames, sublimated and turned into beautiful silver flames such as those given only to Zan. To my dismay alone, this young warrior ascended to a further extreme in this short battle.

As Dragon King, Garshark quickly realized that the young man, who had no dragon treasure balls and did not even hold the title of Dragon King, had reached the poles of Dragon Qi.

That's a shitty warrior.

If you stay alert, you may be the one to lose.

Garshark has a hunch that the next blow will be each other's special, inflating the dragon air to the fullest.

And with the dragon qi of the whole body, he approached Zan.

Zan learns that the slightest sign of Garshark has swelled up like never before.

But I don't feel anything. A spirit so clear that it has never been reached before is calm as a quiet surface of water.

Coming, right after I read the signs of that.

Severe pain strikes Zan's abdomen.

A blow all over the battle axe that Garshark would have in his hand severed half his torso from Zan's flank.

But in the middle of the belly, the battle axe stops.

Garshark pulls the battle axe or pushes it, but it doesn't even move. Zan's tough abdominal muscles kept the battle axe tied and sealed.

I just have to let go of the war axe. Garshark, judging by the way, took his hand off the long pattern and tried to pull himself back.

Garshark's vision of dodging captures Zan's face. Watch Zan's eyes slowly open as his enhanced vision slowly captures all the movements of the world.

Zan's eyes were golden.

How about, Zan's fist approaches the retreating Garshark.

Among the worlds that should be flowing loosely, only Zan's fists loom at high speed.

He stretched out his arms and tried to prevent them.

"Crouch!"

But I couldn't stop Zan's fist.

The moment Zan's fist and Garshark's left hand overlap. A fever similar to intense pain erodes the entire body of Garshark. And of Garshark's left arm, the tip blows from both arms. In an instant, the flesh pieces are wrapped in a silver flame and disappear without any trace or trace.

Garshark strained his face to the heat that burned his entire body and the severe pain in his left arm, laying low on the ground.

With his eyes gleaming golden, Zan looks down quietly at the fallen Garshark.

Garshark looked up with a distressed face and regretted Zan.

"I was afraid, my warrior Zan. My loss, kill him."

We both know it was a blow all over each other. And it's Zan who still stands.

To the words of Garshark's defeat, but Zan did not stab the stomach.

"It should have been a death fight, but do we miss it?

"Hmm, crap. You lost your arm. That would be enough. Do dragon kings scratch their feet even after they declare defeat?

Looked at by Zan's golden eyes, Garshark grins bitterly.

"Ha. Its audacity to show what was the enemy. I was truly afraid."

Garshark laughed as he swept a sweat of pain from his entire body.

"The, Mr. Zan!

Anemone, who realized the battle was over, rushes over like a rush. Anemone's gaze was nailed to a battle axe that remained devoured in Zan's abdomen.

"You're hurt..."

Anemone worries about Zan's wounds while worrying about Garshark, who is down and down.

"There's no such thing as this. My stomach's only half torn."

"I think that's serious!

On Anemone's shoulder in a hurry, Zan puts his hands on it.

"If you think so, hurry back to the village. And get someone. Then, find out what's in the souvenir from Ernea. There must be Dragon Forest Guardian Dragon Psychotropic Medicine in there."

"Yes! I'll be in a hurry. So don't die!

Anemone was desperate.

Zan, who thought he was utterly desperate, defeated Garshark in a flash of defense. If you think so, isn't there a war axe eating deep into your abdomen?

If we don't treat him quickly, the benefactor of his life could die from a lot of bleeding.

Anemone was selflessly obsessed and flew to the village.

"... that woman, could she be transformed"

"No, that would be unconscious. You mean you only have a daughter who inherits dragon treasure balls..."

Zan and Garshark were taken abandon the anemones that instantly grew wings and flew away.

Between the two of us who fought with our lives, there is already no will to fight.

As one dragon king, Garshark remembers his remorse for losing. But a young warrior standing in front of me was the opponent, I gave up that I had no choice.

And if you lose, it's the loser's pride to honestly follow the winner.

Even to Zan, I know as much as anyone with the title of Dragon King has pride in not clouding the aftermath. And above all, I don't have enough room to fight anymore. Truth be told, the best pain was attacking my abdomen just standing.

By the way, it's Zan.

Zan drops his gaze on Garshark's words.

"You've been attacked by me ingeniously. How did you know I was a belly, not to go get my neck?

"Whatever you think you're going to say. I didn't anticipate or do anything like that. Attacks are inevitable. Then you can turn all defenses there immediately after you are attacked. That's what I decided, I just did it."

……

"If you had a little more strength, I'd be the one losing in two. Thanks for the speed."

"Right..."

Garshark deplored Zan's unwavering and strong spirit for his total defeat.

"But with so much power, don't you want to be the Dragon King?

"Hmm."

Zan laughed Garshark's words with his nose and looked at the far west sky.

"I'm sorry to be laid on a woman's ass."

"Ha, ha. Mistral? I see."

Garshark laughs delightfully.

What a man, this warrior named Zan.

Princess Dragon says she has the ability to obey the Dragon King. Zan says he doesn't need the title of Dragon King if he's going to be under Mistral.

"Hi, they say I lost everything to you. I also lost my arm. Maybe it's time to retire from the Dragon King."

"Say stupid. You're one of those heavy towns that holds the north together. I don't want you to retire on your own."

"Northern or... I joined in without being abandoned, but I wonder what will happen now..."

"You just have to wait, healing the wound. That way, Ernea and the Mistrals will surely lead us to the better with the northern ones involved."

"Ho ho, you highly value the young Eight Dragon Kings and the Dragon Princess."

"You'll see."

Zan and Garshark looked up at the western sky, all aligned.