We Live in Dragon’s Peak

The eastern mage, who finished eating the snowflake, takes the remaining fur from among the Great Eagle's claws. And unconstructively spread it into a corner of the cave.

"Yeah, I guess that means we'll just reuse the prey fur we prey on"

"It stinks. Come on. Instead of tanning or processing, I didn't drain any blood. I just dried the fur and dried it."

I guess the bear fur worn by the eastern mage and the many pieces of fur layered unwrought in the corner of the cave are also the remains after eating the meat.

Eating just one snowflake, shared with the great eagle, the eastern mage seems to be full.

Wipe your mouth with bear fur cuffs and you'll move on to your next move.

Touch and hug the real big eagle.

The Great Eagle narrowed her eyes joyfully as she was stroked or embraced by the eastern mage.

Kind of cuts this landscape out and sees it like a very close family.

You're a cold eastern magician to us, but you also have a kind heart.

But the behavior that followed was very disrespectful.

It wasn't about dropping off the big eagle that flew away with its wings flapped. After the Great Eagle flew away.

The eastern mage once again faces the crystal placed on his desk.

I'm afraid you're going to interfere with the witch again.

But the eastern mage hadn't forgotten his original purpose.

Enter the ritual of remote spells, the magician of the east.

As earlier, a red surgical formula emerges in the cave.

And the landscape reflected on the crystal sphere was a mountain range with snow falling.

"Now the landscape of the heavenly mountains"

The snow mountains you can see behind the crystal sphere, even if they are white stained, are not snowing.

As Listea pointed out, that must be a reflection of somewhere in the Heavenly Mountains.

The landscape of the Heavenly Mountains was initially like a view from an elevated position in the sky.

But gradually the altitude drops.

And we're breathtaking at the scenery that starts to appear in the center.

What I began to see was an army of demons.

An army of demons marching in long rows on a steep snowpath.

I can see not only the troops in black, but also the troops with the appearance of aliens and the troops flying in the air.

"That's a hell of a number."

Just looking at it makes it thousands of scales.

Apparently, Demon King Kushalila and Ghost General Barbia intend to attack the Heavenly Mountains in earnest.

But even magicians in the east must have experienced these ordeals many times over the centuries.

So how do we repel that great army?

We'll just forget about hunger and watch.

The eastern mage chants spells in a smooth melody like a song, painting patterns on the ground with colorful powder, crushing and putting plants and animals into the pan.

Beautiful spell melody, unlike distorted pronunciation and deafening speech.

Why is this different when it's a sound overflowing from the same mouth?

Could...

I have some thoughts, but I can't be sure.

If the Great Eagle was a real creature earlier, maybe we could hear more from that Great Eagle.

Well, if it comes back next time.

Apart from my thinking, the eastern magician's remote spell is complete.

Out of the way, and powerful enough to hear a noise, the snow mountain sounds.

And wake up to the sway, the great avalanche.

Through the crystal sphere, you're going to hear the screams of the demons.

The army of demons who disrupt the formation and flee is shown.

But there is no safe place to escape in the mountains of the snow-capped mountains.

The army of demons is caught in a great avalanche and swallowed up by the white world.

Still, the Winged Demons fled by flying.

But eastern magicians don't miss it.

Demons looking back on their wings with a look of despair.

No matter how many wings you flap, move your wings forcefully, but your wings don't grab the atmosphere.

And as it were, the demons fell to earth without the art of doing.

In an attempt to escape the Great Avalanche, it was the enemy that was rising to the height of the first glass of eyes.

The demons who fell from the heights, even if it was snow down there, clash to the ground with intense momentum, they become desperate.

"Oh, this is a one-sided massacre."

"You can't find the magician in the east, and you're just gonna get hit on the other side of the battle."

No matter how big an army you are, no matter how strong you are, if you continue to be attacked so unilaterally from so far away, there is no finesse in winning.

The surviving demons are defeated before the overwhelming spell played out by the eastern magicians.

"Gghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Satisfied that the first attack went well, the eastern magician who once again gives a distorted grin.

But the first influence of interference with the northern witches ended the remote spell without pursuing the escaping demons.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. Eastern mage breathing rough on his shoulder.

The power of remote spells is immense, but it seems that curse and physical drain are also unusual.

Still, when I see where I don't faint or faint, I can see that the magician's curse in the east is still immeasurable.

The eastern magician breathes roughly on his shoulders, yet punishes the crystal ball he had on his desk. Then he takes care of the jewel of flames and walks under the pile of fur.

Apparently, that pile of fur is the sleeping bed of an eastern mage.

The eastern mage dived into the pile of fur while wearing the bear fur. And soon, he starts to get some sleep.

"Come on, seriously. Even as you sleep, the hallucinations that bind us won't go away!?

I can't help but be surprised at Slutton.

Because surgery is something that can't be activated or maintained without the operator concentrating, right?

Yet the magician of the east fell asleep, and he could not solve the technique that had befallen us.

In other words, for eastern mages, maintaining the iron lattice hallucination means a degree of spell that can be unconscious.

Before the magician's unimaginable spell in the east, we were at the same time surprised and desperate.

"You're really stuck like this."

Listeer, who had so far been patient and continued to speak to the eastern magician, also sat down tired of seeing if the person she spoke to had lost his place by falling asleep.

"But you can't go home, can you?

"Before I can go home, I have to get out of here, right?

"Even if you can get out, can you protect yourself from that remote spell?

Slutton, Tris, you and Luvent spoke of future anxiety.

Apparently, from here, where the eastern sorcerer has fallen asleep, it's like an operational meeting about the future.

"Well, let's just say you got out of this house. As for remote spells..."

"Slutton, don't talk about the noise, okay?

"Heck, I know. If I kill him, all the hard work I've done so far for the resurrection of the Holy Sword will go to blisters."

So Listaire cautioned me not to say it!

No, we're laughing.

"Nevertheless, can't this guy really hit his hand?

The eastern mage won't listen to this story. On the contrary, they are trying to use the jewel of fire to interfere with the witch. I mean, I'm already interfering.

Good things. Even if you take back the treasure balls and run away from here, escaping that remote spell is an easy move.

Besides, if you escape, the original purpose of having the Holy Sword rebuilt will be overshadowed.

Not Slutton, but we all held our heads in this troubled situation.

I called it an ops meeting, but I don't have a lot of words, and I can't boil the story down.

There, Tris, you've come up with one suggestion.

"Whatever it is, shouldn't we get out of here first? There's no chance you're going to grace me with food, so you're not just going to die hungry saying you were caught, are you?

"But how do you get away with it in the first place?

Think about what happened after you ran away. And what a perfect operation to go, but I have to get out of this cabin anyway. I won't go on talking.

If only Ares could go back, maybe the hunger thing could be resolved.

But if you can't convince the eastern magician, he won't make any progress even if he keeps being held captive. Rather than that, it was Tris' suggestion to get out of here and get a good attitude and try again.

There, in other words, it was Slutton who stuck with the fundamental problem.

In the first place, if we don't break this iron lattice, we can't even escape.

However, the iron lattice is very rugged and I am not afraid to push, pull or kick.

"That's, well. I don't know, I feel like I can handle it, though?

But thank you, Tris. Looks like you have some kind of back hand.

From what I can see, Mr. Alex doesn't seem to be anxious about the iron lattice either.

I mean, they think they can always do something about this iron lattice if it's not the status quo of prioritizing Listener's persuasion negotiations, right?

Speaking of which, you were also calm when you were captured in the Devil's Capital.

Hmm, not only Mr. Alex, but you're more like a crook than you look, too, Tris.

Well, as much as I'm serving as the guardian of that Mr. Astel, I'm sure he has the ability to handle all sorts of situations on an ad hoc basis.

I'm confident that I can get out of this prison.

More than anything, it is comforting that the wooden knife of the spirit tree was not taken.

Even the magician in the east couldn't tell who the wooden knife was.

"Well, let's get out of here before that big eagle gets back."

Slutton, too, seems convinced that you have some kind of back hand.

I'll take care of the others, but if I can get away with it, I'll get away with it, Slutton.

Is there a different place for the Great Eagle, or did you just leave to find prey? We don't know that.

But if the eastern mage wakes up, the Great Eagle will come back. In that case, not only will we lose the chance to escape, but there is also the possibility that we will be in danger ourselves in the future.

Though an eastern magician whose consciousness is suited to the treasure of fire and the invasion of the Demons. It is highly unlikely that you will listen to us after two things have settled down.

And the magicians of the east are hostile to us. If you do, you may not only be capturing them, but you may be doing something dangerous.

No way!

We'll be eaten too!?

And it will be dried with the skin of the beast and laid on the bunk!?

I'm sorry about that!

"And anyway, let's get out. The magicians of the east seemed wary of the presence of Niemia and Duranell. If you take the Neemias, they might listen to you, even if you don't respond to the negotiations."

Listeer agreed to my decision. [M]

"Well, let's get going."

Tell me, I'm the only one who pulls out the wooden knife of a spirit tree that wasn't taken.

And secretly release the dragon qi.

With the dragon's temper flowing in from me, the power resides in the wooden sword of the Spirit Tree.

Eh, and wave the wooden sword of the spirit tree on the horizontal giraffe.

Then a sturdy iron lattice that Slutton could neither kick nor frighten could be broken lightly.

"Awesome."

I feel better for you, Tris, who honestly surprises me. I wave the wooden sword of a spirit tree several more times. Then there was enough clearance to get out.

"All right, we're just gonna get out of here while he's asleep, and we're gonna make some distance!

Slutton running out in the lead. Listeer then tried to run out, but saw the sleeping eastern magician and stopped moving.

"Listea, are you patient now? I'll make sure to get the jewels of the flames back, but it's too soon."

"Oh...... Right."

Though I've traveled to revive the Holy Sword. The Holy Sword has been taken the other way around. Besides, I can't believe they even put on the stigma of a thief.

Listeer's hard work should be heavier than we think.

But still, I can only leave this place now.

My back is pushed, and Listeer runs out.

I rescued the hanging Oz and ran through the long cave with all my might, albeit as little noise as possible.