We Live in Dragon’s Peak

"We would like to report you!

That being said, it was a shallow, dark-skinned demon clan with a hundred legged (upside down) lower body that rushed into the main formation.

The demon tribe of the decree tells the demons to refrain from reporting from the front line to the main line, while roughing their breath.

"There are roughly a thousand bandits standing caged in abandoned villages!

And the tidings of the decree shall come from the devils that are with them.

"No, this is a surprise, General. I can't believe the bandits are forming a sidekick and a thousand people are standing up."

The cheerful voice there was a demonic youth of your son, with no shards such as samurai-like atmosphere.

Louirala, watch your mouth.

"Excuse me for this, General. But what are you going to do with the resistance to the Red Cloth Theft?

To Luirala's inquiry, the four-armed demon general looks down at the map spread out with his arms together.

"Again, I didn't expect the thieves to assemble on such a scale. But whoever stands still, our march is on schedule."

The map marked an abandoned village in the mountains. And in front of it. There are signs of self-defense on the plains we have pioneered.

"Because we storm from the front?

A luscious looking demon general laughs with her nose at Luirala peeking into the map.

"Louis Lara is very weak in the military. Or are you vulnerable to numbers? My army is left army, right army, middle army combined, 750,000. But something that can stop our march in a thousand or so stones."

The demons of the Legion laugh, too, caught in the throats and pleasantly laughing by the demon general.

Rather, it's something that never escaped this many great armies before. and the demons laughing at each other over the dishes for the reason why they did it.

But in that corner, the guests invited to this great invasion were trembling.

"Hey, 750,000 to a thousand...... Isn't it a battle..."

"Even if we mobilize all the soldiers of the kingdom of Non, we will be filled with a tenth of this army..."

"So is my country..."

"The Dragon Nation wouldn't be 10,000 if they had weapons from the elderly to the women and children."

The men tremble at the number of soldiers who deviate greatly from the common sense of their guests, and wonder whether this is the power of the kingdom ruled by the demon king of the giant, who is regarded as one of the best of the demons.

"Nevertheless, the regular army marched this time is 125,000. And then don't be a volunteer or a sent soldier."

It was the Marquis demons entrusted with entertainment who put supplementary explanations in the face of the Guests, i.e. the Fathers Union.

"His Majesty's reign is long and stable, but then it becomes difficult for those who aspire to be born to rise once and for all. But if you can do something like this or stand out, it will lead to the future."

I see, the dudes nodding all the time.

The description is understandable. But isn't it too different in scale? were the words of two kings, the Kingdom of Armuad and the Kingdom of Jortenitos.

"That's the Demon Clan. He's full of blood."

Even the Askles of the Dragon Nation were breathed down by the size of the Great Demon Army assembled.

If, on this scale, Dragon Peak attacked me, I would think, I would get a nasty sweat.

"Would it be better to keep up with us?

"Well..."

What then appeared there was an extinct beauty dressed in a luxurious blue costume that the battlefield did not deserve.

Beauty reads Askless's defenseless mind and laughs when she says so.

"Your Majesty, come in!

General Kingsguard's remarks make the demons, who were under preaching orders and were bickering, watch their mouths as soon as possible, breaking their knees and kneeling.

The Marquis, who was entertaining his guests, knelt in the same way.

The face of the Union of Fathers was also awed, but the Demon King controls it with his hands.

"They don't need any courtesy toward me. I treat you like a guest."

That said, the men, who were drunk by the tension and the atmosphere of the place, became smaller in the corner of the demons gathered.

"Then report the situation."

When the demon king reaches the throne, the demon generals in line tell him about the war while showing the map.

When the demon king heard the report, he nodded one thing: Hmm.

"... you have a strong sense of unnatural gathering. So, what about the chief Risen?

"Ha, according to the decree, he seems to have lost sight of himself since this morning, although until the day before, he had confirmed his appearance"

"Is that what you mean? Just gather the bandits who call themselves redcloth thieves from around the area and make themselves disappear. Perhaps those gathered in the abandoned villages were abandoned as stops."

"So, the chief..."

"You must have escaped."

To the Demon King's immediate answer, the demon generals exhale as if they were frightened.

"Luirala, do you think they are away from Ernea and have plenty of time? Then go after the leader. That way, you'll be able to rendezvous with the Elnairs any day."

"Your Majesty, I'm afraid. Elnea, if you're pursuing the same goal, I know if it's my turn."

Even so, Luilara shows signs of happiness.

So when the demon king ordered him to go because he did not mind, he left the main formation with joy.

The demon generals, who dropped off the fun atmosphere Luirala, once again turn their attention to their masters.

The demon king received the gaze of those under his command, and gave the order.

"Beyond this, we will defeat the thieves who will stand and cage in the abandoned village with all the armies. Don't let anyone go home alive. Ravage."

To the Command of the Demon King, the armies of the Castle roar.

And I moved out with a military order.

North from a country ruled by a giant demon king.

South from the country ruled by the demon king Kushalillah.

The border zones bordered by both countries have been prosperous for a long time.

Demon kings often interacted with each other, but economic exchanges flourished and were more abundant than in other regions due to the movement of people and logistics.

But that's the story of the past, too.

In the north, the demon king Kushalillah left, ending up in the lawless zone.

But still, there were times when we were initially starting to show stability.

The demons targeting the new Demon King's throne shredded their sneeze and expanded their dominant territories to boast of their power.

Although tentative, the security that had managed to maintain equilibrium under a powerful ruler was, however, suddenly destroyed.

One demon clan after another was defeated against the Demon Throne, poking a blank gap in the ruler, and the redcloth thieves began to storm everywhere.

Redcloth theft, a group of outlaws, did everything possible to abuse them.

Sounds like a demon tribe, until then, but the redcloth theft has made the land desolate and the border areas, which were rich, also dangerous.

There was a rally of redcloth thieves and feared desolates in the countryside a little further away from such a desolate border.

"Hey, what happened to the chief?

"Well, that's... I haven't seen him since this morning."

"What!? So, what are we gonna do now?

The demons, who were asking what was going on outside over the walls of the pile they had made around the abandoned village, scream in frustration and confusion.

But this demon tribe is not the only one who is concerned.

"I don't know. Yo! You're probably the ones who've been calling us."

"We were gathered by the chief, too."

"You know what, man?"

Demons who are going to grab their chests and start killing each other right now. But there is no such thing as stopping it.

If you disagree at all, I'll kill you. It is the opinion of that winner who has the right to make them obey.

Red cloth thieves did not condone the attacked settlement, but the internal fighting was also fierce.

But that's what they were trying to get into right now.

If you have a red cloth wrapped around somewhere in your body, everyone is a red cloth thief.

How long has that story been going on and many bandits were born everywhere?

Even near the border, several bandits were rampaging around, all of them calling themselves redcloth thieves.

But even with the same redcloth theft, they have operated with little interaction with other places.

That's what happened the other day.

One senior demon tribe emerged that he was the first leader to organize redcloth theft.

At first it was the demons who were suspicious ghosts, but when they found out about the strength and cruelty of Risen, the man who claims to be the leader, they immediately became obedient.

And the multiple redcloth thieves collected by Risen were thus collected in abandoned villages.

But what's the matter?

Risen's appearance has been nowhere since this morning. On the contrary, unexpected reports came up from those who went to scout the area.

"The Demon King's Army!

Everyone doubted the scouting report.

But all those who went to confirm that it was such an idiot say the same thing with their mouths together.

At the end of the day, when I came to see how things were going, those who had left the abandoned village began not to return.

"It's over..."

"I can't help you."

"To, we have to escape..."

"It's too late. You can't run away..."

"Dumb bastards, do you think you guys are going to get away with putting aside the treasures you've collected so far?!?

"Damn it! If this is the case, I wish I hadn't followed Master Risen here with the loot."

"We've been fooled."

For a redcloth thief who has done everything in his power to atrocity and robbed his hardware while remaining deeply greedy, the treasure he obtained was worth his life.

For this reason, they cannot easily let go of a treasure of gold and silver equal to the life they have taken.

But that would result in the loss of an irreplaceable treasure for them, or "life".

Whoa, whoa, and the bandits' feet began to shake with the sound of the drums trembling in the atmosphere.

The scream of redcloth theft was dispelled by the sound of a great army of 750,000 stepping on it.

"Hey, I'm in."

The horse, who kept whipping him and letting him run without rest, ran out of breath just in front of the ruins of the outhouse.

Risen spills stupidity at the aperture as she reaches from there to where her comrades gather on their own.

"Absolutely, it's cool. I sent another little trip to a city on the border I went to last time, and a giant dragon attacked me. On the southern border, where he fled with his life, a giant demon king is sending an army. I already said I was desperate to get away from here!

Since before Risen arrived, the faces I saw had gathered there.

A great man with a long sword on his waist that emits only signs and wears a full body armor of pitch black.

A dragon tribe of musculoskeletal giants, possessing spears.

Dark-haired, dark-bearded, floating atmosphere people.

And a laterally curly blonde with a creepy big wand in her hand.

"I don't know, that's the wand that Istericia had, isn't it?

Risen shows the great sin scepter that Charlotte, a laterally curly blonde woman, holds. And I realized there was no Isterisia on this occasion.

"Apparently, you had a rough time, too. But Isterisia seemed a lot harder."

To Risen's doubts, Bartonoir, a black-handed man sitting on a fallen pillar, says with a bitter smile.

"After I sent you, they raided a place called the Embargo with the tribesmen. Unfortunately, it was payback."

Say, Bartonoir sees Charlotte taking sides.

Risen and the other two also moved their gaze to nature and Charlotte.

"It was his request, so we only recovered the wand. By the way, what are you going to do with this wand? Let the newcomer have it?

"If you like it, you can use it, right?

"I have Heavenly Thunder Feather coat, so don't take it"

"Right. Well, there are other uses, so if you don't want it, let me collect it."

Charlotte smiled and refused, handing the great scepter of great sin to Bartonoir.

"Hold on, I don't have that Istericia...... Well, what was the end of it?

Risen looks at Charlotte with surprise.

No way, I don't even think Charlotte secretly attacked Isterisia, but still makes me want to suspect. That's all I don't know about this demon clan named Charlotte.

Charlotte gave the report as it stood, not breaking her smile over Risen's suspicions.

"Yes, Ernea, the tribes were captured by you."

Heh heh, and against Charlotte smiling, the rest of them suddenly made their faces strong.

"He said he wasn't killed, he was captured!?

Luga, a dragon tribe, gets angry and tries to pack it into Charlotte. It was the Baltic Noir that controlled it.

Bartonoir puts a confirmation in Charlotte.

"How did you recover the wand from the captured Isterisia?

"It's, it's easy. You have chosen to die or to give."

"You missed it while keeping your enemies in front of you!

Balezirod, dressed in pitch-black full body armor, reaches for the long sword on his back.

"Yes, because I was only asked to collect my cane"

Even Risen finds it frustrating against Charlotte, who tilts her neck.

"You. If that's what you want, Isterisia could have helped you, too, right?

"Hehe, don't worry, I don't have that in mind"

To Charlotte's light reply, Risen strikes her tongue.

This means that Charlotte is not willing to help or fight with her people.

Risen is also an outrageous demon tribe that uses red cloth theft to stop him, so I can't tell you what he has penetrated.

But everyone wrinkles between their eyebrows at Charlotte's too puzzling behavior.

Even Gaff, a double-headed ancient species of dragons hiding their existence behind Bartonoir, was throbbing to protest Charlotte's actions.

"Oh well. I just did what I asked. Besides, with all those signs, it doesn't make sense to be hiding, does it?

Oh, my God, someone tried to open his mouth, then.

"I found it, I'm ready. WOW!!

From the shadow of the thick clouds of summer flowing over, the red lotus flying dragon has assaulted with a sudden descent.