We Live in Dragon’s Peak

It's as busy as ever around me to meditate.

Priscia, Ares and Niemia seem to be having fun by the lake in the courtyard even though they say they are still spring ahead.

Ufiria and Nina are training against Sefina.... No, is that a training?

Ufiria and Nina are chasing Mr. Sefina, who runs away, like demons.

But Mr. Sefina is in a flowing motion, successfully evading the demons of his two sisters.

Sounds like the results of your training are showing up fast.

"Luiseine is much..."

Expanding her consciousness, her signs were in the mansion.

The mansion has magic to keep it clean. That's only for rooms that I don't use, etc., and the places I usually use usually get dirty and messy.

Well, the bedding that messed up after one night of use is cleaning up on its own the next night, what a phenomenon, creepy on a boulder, isn't it?

So I guess Louiseine is cleaning the place she used.

"I don't like cleaning."

Niemia, who flew away in front of me doing Zazen, said that.

Even I don't like cleaning.

I'm not the only one. Priscia, Ufiria and Nina, they're all bad.

"Louiseine, I'm sorry"

If there was a Mistral here, we'd all be pissed off and we'd all be cleaning up.

Forgive me!

At least I have something to do!

As you meditate, your consciousness spreads far on the dragon pulse.

My consciousness crosses the mansion and reaches Dragon Peak, which is visible to the east.

The mountains of Dragon Peak, east of the embargo, are an area called the Dragon's Graveyard.

In its dragon cemetery, a dragon tribe called Luga Dwan is raging around.

And after Luga attacking the old dragon, the Dragon Nation's will was out searching.

Irie, who feels no sign in the mansion, is also in Dragon Peak again in the morning.

By the way, Mr. Zildo, who's been made to deal with Mr. Scattered Irie since last night, is still in the futon. When I went to see how things were in the morning, I was suffering from a hangover.

My consciousness passes Mr. Irie looking for Luga and the old dragon in a shallow position on Dragon Peak and spreads further afield.

If I spread this far, I can't even feel the movement of the fine signs. However, I can feel some strangeness, a sudden swelling of dragon air, or signs of dragon pulse extraction.

A long time ago.

Not long after meeting Old Sleighsta and meeting Mistral for the first time.

Old Sleighsta sensed me through the dragon vein and sent Mistral to rescue me when I was in danger in an ancient ruin, didn't she?

I can't believe I'm monitoring the dragon pulse and exploring the anomaly right now. I keep meditating on how this is something that will change my life in just a few years, in retrospect of what it is.

And it happened abruptly.

"Niemia, get ready to leave!

South. Suddenly we detected signs of dragon air exploding near the overlapping dragon cemetery facing the embargo and the northern part of Dragon Peak. The dragon pulse is then disturbed.

Perhaps someone is drawing power roughly from the dragon vein. And that must be a signal of some kind of battle going on.

Everyone moves quickly on my orders.

When Niemia grows up, Ufiria and Nina jump on board. When Luiseine also sensed the noise outside sensitively, she rushed out the sword in her hand.

"Mr. Zildo, please, Priscia!

I'll leave you a message.

"Be careful and go."

I left Priscia with Jildo, who jumped out of the mansion at the same time as Louiseine.

Priscia needs you to remain vigilant about the embargo. So leave a message.

If a long-heared woman responds to Luga and raids, she'll need Priscia to assist Yun Yun and Lin Lin.

"Ernea, do you want me to take you too?

"Mr. Sefina."

Then, looking up at us jumping on Niemia's back, Mr. Sefina offered.

"Sefina, you're still in training."

"Sefina, you must stay here."

There you go, twin sisters, sayin 'pizza away.

But Mr. Sefina stared at me, not at my two sisters, and pleaded again.

Well, what's the matter?

You think Mr. Sefina is getting more trained and stronger than before.

But...

For a moment, I show lost.

There, Mr. Zildo spoke gently.

"Mr. Elnea, take Mr. Sefina with you. Become a force of war, not, apart. I want you to feel something close to your shoulders. [M] Look, even if we leave it here, there might be an ear clan raid, huh? Well, then, Elnea, I think it's safer with you guys."

If you're alone, Priscia, I can protect you. In response to Mr. Zildo's words, I reached out to Mr. Sefina.

"Mr. Sefina, let's go together. And, Mr. Zildo. If anything goes wrong over here, let me know, okay?

"Of course not. I'm going to buy you some time, Elnea, and I'm going to wait for your rescue."

If a warrior of war buys time, then I'm sure he'll make it no matter how long. Mr. Zildo, even though he is retired, has that much strength.

We decided to leave the embargo to Mr. Zildo and the others to rush to the point where the dragon air exploded.

As long as we show the direction, the rest will be sensed by Niemia, an ancient species of dragon tribe.

Niemia flies so fast that the view under her eyes flows linearly.

And I instantly reached a rough land.

"I'll be out first!

Niemia lowers altitude and flies through the trees' ceilings.

Use the space jump and I'll go down to the ground first.

On the ground, there was an exact fierce battle going on right now.

But the ground where I got off was pretty chaotic.

A dragonized dragon tribe is hitting each other hard.

One is a giant man, rampaging around with a thick, long spear. The other was a big man, and this one looked familiar.

He is a dragon warrior seen in the northernmost village ruins.

Does that mean Luga is the man with the giant body waving the thick long spear?

A man with a giant body waves a long spear. Big dragon warriors outnumber each other with meaty two-handed axes, but step on too much power.

If you look closely, the dragon warriors were wounded all over their bodies.

Thanks, it looks like the giant man is unilaterally attacking.

I pull out the white sword and the wooden sword of the spirit tree.

But I turned my consciousness to the other noise instead of being relative to a man with a truly Luga-like giant body.

"Hey, calm down. We're here to help. Yo!

Another opponent with whom a man dragonized was speaking face to face was an old ground dragon.

The ground dragon bled heavily from his torso and neck and was mad.

"People. I didn't know you were going to attack me by any small means! I won't forgive you. '

This one is more dangerous than the battle between Luga and the Dragon Warriors.

The ground dragon, whoever he is, releases the breath of the earthquake stream.

When the dragon air released from the mouth of the ground dragon touched the earth, it rolled up rocks and dirt sand and swept into broad waves to push.

Not only me, but Luga and the others rush to evade.

Bang, bang the scaly thick tail.

Then, now, the ground is liquefied and it hits our feet.

If you do, you'll be captured in a bottomless swamp and quickly in deep ground.

I run away with a spatial leap. The warriors of the Dragon Nation also pray in their own ways.

"Hey, calm down. We're on our side!

The Dragon Nation warrior facing the Ground Dragon calls as he desperately holds down the rampant Ground Dragon. But the Ground Dragon doesn't show how to respond.

Old Grounddragons are in a runaway state, unintentionally wounded.

"Mr. Elnea!

"All right!

Unlike me, I wave the wooden sword of the Spirit Tree when I confirm that the Luiseinees have gathered in a safe place. At the same time, he activated the art of spiritual trees through Ares, who had been assimilated beforehand.

The trees, which were not caught in the earthly currents, stretched out their branches and swirls, and wrapped them around the whole body of the earth dragon.

"Gutsy, did you think you could tie me up to this extent!

The ground dragon, I say, but it seals the motion.

Whatever it is, it's a branch or twig that has been strengthened by receiving my dragon chi. I can't shake it off a little bit or softly.

But that's a bouldering dragon clan.

The noise of smudging, squirting, and twigging rises from branches and twigs.

I may not keep it for long.

Nevertheless, if the ground dragon moves at all bluntly, this one is on schedule.

"Luiseine!"

"Ha!"

On my signal, Luiseine jumped on the back of the ground dragon.

And apply the magic of recovery to the ground dragon.

"Hey, listen. We're not enemies, are we? See, the witch is healing the wound, isn't she?

Ground dragon wrapped in soft green glow.

Shit, and a giant man made an outspoken tongue punch.

"Look, I'm not scared. So be nice."

"Look, it's not scary. So be a good boy."

Ufiria and Nina are using some suspicious dragon tricks.

Two people who can cross the Dragon Feng Sword in front of the Ground Dragon. The earth dragon, staring at it, fluttered his body as he turned his eyes.

"Come on, calm down. Are you a wise dragon clan? Then you know who's the enemy and who's on your side, right?

"Muggle, the power is losing. And the pain of the wound... '

Mr. Sefina strokes the ground dragon gently.

The ground dragon lay down on the ground with a giant torso.

What is this!?

It's a shame I missed the Dragon Clan!

Odorabe, the three royal sisters. And, Louiseine.

Nevertheless, this should make the Ground Dragon okay.

Again, I turn to the man with the long spear. [M]

"You're Luga, aren't you?

"You know me? Such a person's nobility...... Well, you're the dragon king of the people!

Ruga makes his eyes violently shine.

"I've heard the cowardly M.O. from Wall, the Great Eight Dragon Kings. I'll never forgive you!

"Huh, people don't forgive me? I'll kill you and let you know what I'm capable of!

When I blew up the Dragon warrior who stepped in time with a long spear blow, Luga rushed towards me.

The impulse of the impulse that is likely to produce a shock wave is swept away with a wooden knife of a spirit tree. As he does so, he rotates his body and waves his white sword into a horizontal sword.

Luga grabs the earth with sharp claws of his dragonized feet and tramples his flowing body with the impact of a spike. And he took my dragon sword dance from the front.

White sword brilliant.

Has Luga sensibly perceived the danger of the White Sword to which the Dragon Killer attribute is granted, or deviates from the body and avoids it?

The tip of the white sword shallow and ripped open the scales covering Luga's thick chest.

With all the counterattack, Luga wields a long spear.

I flush with the wooden knife of a spirit tree as I drop my posture. [M]

And roll out the kick to jump up the center of gravity that fell once.

A simple kick of a human race. Yes. Did Luga make a decision or take it with his left arm?

Ugh, a dull sound sounded, and Luga gave me a distressed look.

A red cloth wrapped around a thick arm with dewy scales unraveled by the shock of a kick.

"Damn!!

Luga growls in anger as to whether unexpected and severe pain has raised blood on her head.

"People time!

Luga congests her eyes and waves down her long spear with her right hand.

"Huh!"

The tip of the approaching long spear becomes the fangs of several dragons and strikes.

This is a move you shouldn't take!

I activate a spatial leap and distance myself from Luga.

The fierce assault of Luga, which had missed me, wore countless deep holes in the earth.

If I had received it directly from the front, my body must have been full of holes.

Nevertheless, it is not inevitable either.

When I leap, I approach Luga again. [M]

Then invite him to the Dragon Sword Dance, which begins with the blow of the White Sword.

Luga was in the shape of a ghost, crossing a blade with me.

Anger comes through.

Why, when I am the Dragon King, a human race, there is hatred on every attack that is launched.

But I don't get barometric pressure.

I went down a proud path and became a dragon king as recognized by the Dragons and Dragons.

To be struck with anger by Luga attacking the old dragon with a cowardly modus operandi, to be hated, there is no cowardice.

And there's never going to be a loss to Luga without pride as a Dragon Nation!

The dragon sword dance will finally show off its lead.

The dragon qi that was spreading began to converge Luga to its starting point.

"What, what!?

Luga, finally realizing the abnormality around her, opens her eyes in amazement.

But it's too late!

A storm of dragon air that winds and converges around the vortex seals Luga's movement as he moves to escape.

When I make a mistake, I swing the wooden sword of the Spirit Tree down from the top.

In response to my movements, the dragon air converging over the sky became a great sickle and fell to Luga.

Luga gives a look of despair to signs of imminent lethality from overhead.

And the cuttoe of a sickle that slashes and rips everything, hit Luga.

Just before I thought.

Geez, the atmosphere trembled violently, and my unleashed dragon air sickle was crushed.

"Oh man. One hair in crisis, is that what this is about? No, Ernea, if you were willing to kill Luga, you couldn't have prevented it. Is that it? Were you going to capture Luga and ask him about this one? Or are you trying to make me sin?

"Baltic noir!"

Suddenly, it was Bartonoir, the black-crushed man, who appeared between me and Luga and crushed the dragon sickle.