We Live in Dragon’s Peak

A blue, clear sky peeks into his face through the gaps of needles. The sky is brisk with strong winds, or clouds like thin cotton cloth flow intricately, cutting a thousand pieces and fogging against the steep slopes of the peak.

Cold gusts also gushed from time to time into the deep woods close to the clouds, stirring up the snow that was carried from the back of the mountain range even though it was spring.

A freezing breeze pierces the body that walks through and lights the fire.

For many years the trees had grown diagonally due to strong winds, with green waves creating streams from mountains to cliffs and from cliffs to valleys.

Because of the leaning trees, I'm caught in the illusion that I don't know if I'm down the slope or climbing.

The old tree is wrapped around a candlestick, and he reaches out to strangle his dwelling tree by plunging it into a thick trunk.

Proceed cautiously down a roadless path in a creepy forest that is also different from Dragon Peak to the south.

As I was going along, I occasionally went out on the thick dragon path that the Dragon Clan had gone through. But you can't use dragon lanes cheaply. If the old dragon finds us, he won't know what danger awaits him.

If the old dragon is just an enemy, then you can deal with it as much as you can, so it's easy. The old dragon clan who set foot in the dragon's graveyard came all the way from all over Dragon Peak in search of rest and death. Neither did we want to get in the way of an unintentional dispute, not just to get in the way of it.

So I don't argue as hard as I can with the Dragons. Even if it was an inevitable battle, he decided that the exchange of life was strictly forbidden.

Cross a thick dragon path carved into a deep forest and step into a bush with no path.

Draw out the tall weeds and push away the branch trees that hold back the road to make sure they leave as little trace as possible.

The path made arbitrarily by man, not by the beast, is quickly fractured by the Dragon tribe. No matter how many signs you erase and how carefully you proceed, there are no ex-girlfriends or children left behind.

Mistral and Lyla held it as a substitute for Priscia, as it is a harsh and rugged mountain path to walk on.

I've been holding Ares. [M]

Ares shouldn't think that it's less burdensome not to manifest herself.

Usually they might think you're a foot wrapper, Priscia and Ares, but you were working the hardest.

The Dragon Nation is a better race than the Dragon Nation, on the contrary.

Regardless of Princess Dragon's Mistral or Lyla, who can completely erase the signs, it's basically impossible to keep the rest of us from being found by the Dragon Clan.

So, Priscia and Ares, who can manipulate nature, will be active.

Priscia supplies Ares with spiritual power, and Ares activates the spiritual art of confusion. As such, they were enveloping our signs and erasing their existence from the dragon clan's sharp senses.

Ares remains manifest because she's activating spiritual arts, and you can't wear out Priscia, who's consuming spiritual power.

We don't think we can rely on the young girls.

Both Priscia and Ares have fine abilities, and they're great things that no one else can imitate. So it is gratitude, and we do not despise ourselves in comparison to the abilities of the young girls and ourselves.

And we have a role to play.

The land is different, with a mistral familiar with nature called Dragon Peak choosing its way and Luiseine taking an early sentinel. If there was a place to be concerned, Lila vanished the signs and preceded her, and Yufi and Nina were walking while picking up firewood, fruit, etc. for the wild accommodation.

As for me, I used to feed my English chi to send dragon chi to Ares and to deal with emergencies.

The dragon altar is deep in the dragon's tomb. You think it's on the summit of a volcano where you can die? Highlands that continue northward from the northernmost village ruins and where forest trees cannot live. Further ahead, there is a barren mountain range covered in snow, with destinations ahead through rugged mountain paths.

I stared narrowly at the way forward, but I still didn't see a shadow in the mountains like that.

A few more days. We have to keep walking in this deep forest.

It's a handful of clues, but among them there's an old woman's story that she was close to the chief of the tribe.

Anything, it seems, there was a ritual in which tribal chiefs and a few elites chosen, once every few decades, carried the Dragon Feng Sword into the Dragon's graveyard.

I didn't get any more information on what I was doing at the Dragon Cemetery or how many decades the exact cycle was, but at least I found out that the Alta tribe was regularly in the Dragon Cemetery for what role.

I'm sure if you reach the dragon altar, you'll find out a lot about it.

We rely on Mistral's inquiries about Dragon Peak to advance to the Dragon Cemetery for the Dragon Altar.

"Gentlemen, please stop. Looks like the Dragons are coming first."

The lead is Mistral. Next, Lyla and Luiseine holding Priscia followed, with Uffi and Nina behind them. Luiseine sounded alarmed as Shinri was progressing with me.

We don't panic, we hide in the bushes nearby. And kill the signs and breath as much as you can.

No matter how much Ares uses spirituality for me, it's dangerous if they get close.

We all leaned shoulder to shoulder in the back of the bush and circled small to ask what was going on around us.

Clarifying his ears, he did hear the heavy footsteps of the Dragon clan. The footsteps that are a little dragging, and still ringing in my stomach, gradually come closer to this way.

Guru, and the low throat rings in the depressed woods. My dragon-heart caught a slight sign of alarm.

No way, they haven't noticed, have they?

Looks like a dragon. The sloppy, sloppy, heavy footsteps slowly approached this way without any obstacle: thin trees or bushes that inhibited the way to go. The dragging sound is the sound of the ground dragon's thick tail rubbing the ground.

"What the hell, it smells weird"

From the gap of the bushes, a large ground dragon of red and black scales was seen.

A splendid corner grows from the tip of my nose. A sharp glance glowed to guard his surroundings. Hiccups, and a large nasal cavity move.

No way, they'll find me with the smell!?

Even as you erase the signs and lurk your breath, you can't erase the smell. In an unexpected crisis, tension runs on everyone.

Yufi and Nina, who were hiding themselves beside me, hugged me like they were frightened.

Hey!?

Both arms buried in a valley of soft breasts.

It conveys a warm feeling and a slightly leaping heartbeat.

Neemiah, who was about to be crushed, rushed out of Yufi's paradise.

On both ears, it takes a sweet exhale.

Hi-no.

Unlike chills, a tremor that seemed oddly exciting to his whole body ran from the tip of his leg to the heavenly side of his head.

It's dangerous!

What are these twins doing in a crisis situation!?

No, neither Yufi nor Nina, are you unconscious?

You can tell by the look on your face. We're both nervous and our faces are tense. You're not doing it consciously pressing your chest or breathing sweet in your ear.

Confirming that, my shaky signs calmed down.

But the nearby dragon may have felt something.

My eyes stopped moving as I looked around.

And a gaze that shoots through everything is directed at our lurking bush.

Ji, and the ground dragon overlooking the bush.

I don't see us in Ares' spiritual art just because I normally see us. But it's the old Grounddragon that confronts you. Stacks more drilling than the younger dragons, and the sharpened feel no longer lightly surpasses the lined dragons.

I felt like my gaze overlapped with that of the earth dragon asking what was going on from the gap in the bush, and an unpleasant sweat erupted from all over my body.

Found it?

Or do you just happen to overlap your gaze?

If they find you, it's not if you're hiding in the bush forever. If we don't escape, a terrible dragon of power could fly by.

But if you haven't found it.

If you escape to darkness, that is the feather that will be chased by the Land Dragon.

Do you realize it or not?

Though nervous, carefully read the signs of the ground dragon. I did, but my dragon-heart can't read the old ground dragon's mind.

You're on guard, or maybe you're putting up a strong fence on your mind.

He said he was drinking solitary spit and hiding himself in the back of the bush.

Sometimes a strong wind rushed past us from behind the earth dragon.

The bushes rock violently.

The retraction and thin branches swayed, and the leaves disturbed.

"Heh, heh..."

Shaken leaves rub Priscia's nose tip.

And maybe so, so Priscia was about to be induced to sneeze.

Yeah, eh!

If Priscia sneezes here, she'll totally find you.

Lila holding onto Priscia's mouth in a hurry.

But the look on Priscia's face is getting looser.

"Ha..."

Step back just a little so that Priscia's head builds momentum.

We pulled our faces together and stared, but nothing could be done but see the continuation of Priscia's movements.

"Hakuchi!

"Nyah!

Ahhh!

After all, I couldn't stop the instincts of a young girl.

I got a little, pretty sneeze, Priscia.

But to go with it, Niemia, who had taken refuge over Yuffi's chest, sounded cute and jumped out of the bush.

We could only watch for a moment. [M]

"Haku, ha!

Neemia, jumping out of the bush, sneezes in imitation of Priscia.

Suddenly, a red and black ground dragon stares down at Niemia as she jumps out of the bush with a horrible glance.

"Hello."

But Niemia looked fine when the ground dragon looked down on her and greeted her lovingly.

Ground dragons roar their throats even lower.

Guru, his big, ferocious face down to the ground rinse, staring at Niemia.

"This is where the Dragons lived before death. An ancient species of dragon. If you don't need me, you're leaving early."

"Lost. Be careful."

Niemia sounded sorry and casually jumped on the corner of the ground dragon.

'Forgive the adorable one, let's miss it. I didn't do much. "

"Thank you."

The ground dragon, staring at Niemia at the corner, said so, pointing his foot in the direction where it came from.

"Goodbye, Nina."

"Oh, goodbye."

Niemia goes down to the ground from the tip of the corner and waves off.

The ground dragon slowly moved away as he turned his large body.

After the dragon disappeared into the back of the forest and the signs completely disappeared, we went out of the back of the bush.

"Well, you scared me."

"I'm getting a weird sweat."

"That was completely found."

"Right. Thanks to Niemia, I think you missed it."

"I was scared."

"It was horrible."

We sighed deeply as we relaxed our hardened bodies with great stretches.

"Mm-hmm. It was big."

"Right. You were a big, fine dragon."

Apparently, only Priscia wasn't afraid of ground dragons.

That's the queen of beasts.

"Damn, you..."

Mistral was dropping his shoulders and staring at Priscia, but no one scolded her.

You have no choice, do you? I'm getting you to work hard, and taking a toddler girl on an adventure means you have to have these fears, too.

After a few deep breaths, we started walking in the dragon's graveyard again.