We Live in Dragon’s Peak

Warcraft.

A flying dragon!

A monster!!

"Mm-hmm. Some spirits, right?

Oh, my God!

That's why our surroundings, just to come and pick strange flowers that don't wither, have turned into a world of sniffles.

"How did this happen!

"Mm-hmm, I'm sure that's not your fault, Ernea?

"Oh, no, stupid."

Alicia, who rode the beast of warcraft, left us saying terrible things.

The herd of warcraft commanded by Priscia proper and Alicia runs endlessly through the meadows where the creatures of the insect plants inhabit. And make the place even more chaotic as you kick through the demons.

Neither are the spirits who have caught up to us, silent.

Turn the meadow into a garden of explosions (its) while throwing earth dumplings and fireballs in a pompous way.

Noisy people!

There, a flock of burnt brown scaled flying dragons attacked.

Multiple flying dragons form formations to scatter flames from low altitudes.

"Ladies and gentlemen, into the bond between me and Master Madrine!

Louiseine screams.

When we rushed into the magic junction, the dragon junction was also multiplied.

Immediately afterwards. Flames loom and vision stains bright red.

The adventurers screamed within the contiguity.

The flames calm down and the sight opens.

Then there's the appearance of the creatures of the bug plants burning up in the flames of the flying dragon!

"Whoa, this is not good. If all that creature burns, you can't collect the flowers."

"There, leave it to this Alicia. Priscia, come on."

"Mnh-mnh, I'll do my best!

In response to Priscia's hanging voice, the warcraft, who was dodging the flames of the flying dragon with his armor, comes out of the dragon vein.

Alicia Chan and Priscia ride on the Warcraft again, they run around the meadow.

"Yes, then everyone in the Spirit of Fire. Please weaken the fire momentum. Otherwise, I'm gonna punish you, right?

"Mmm, water spirits, let it rain a lot. Then I'm sure your brother Elnea will give you a wonderful reward."

"Yeah, I have to give you the reward!?

Alicia interferes with the Spirits of Fire, and Priscia uses the Spirits of Water.

Then, the earthly spirits broke the scaffolding of food loyalties to inhibit movement, and the windy spirits were disturbing the flight of the flying dragon.

"All in all, in the minutes of man and spirit!

But even the Fei Long will not forgive you.

Were you angry that you were resisted, the Fei Dragons, once up in the air, glowed their sharp nails and fangs and descended sharply.

"Lila!"

"Yes!

Lila, who calls out to me and happily makes a fist grip. The eyes were blue and glowing.

Lila looks out at the flying dragons plummeting from above.

"Ladies and gentlemen of Fei Long, sit down!

Lila's, ruling eyes activated.

"Stuffed"

"The body is on its own!?

"Oh, my goodness."

The flying dragons, who should have been plummeting, fold their wings together and dress like dogs.

But...

There, on the sky.

As you sit down, the Fei Dragons have fallen!

As it is, the Feilongs clash to the ground with pity as they sit.

"Hawa. I made a mistake. Fei Long, please fly freely. But no more attacks on us!

The flying dragons, who regained their freedom by Lyla's new order, rush to wings.

And when he restored his buoyancy by rinsing the ground, he returned to the sky.

"Ugh, she's a horrible daughter."

'I follow you against my will...'

The flying dragons in the great sky stared at Lyra on the ground with a surprised look on their face.

"Eh, what the hell is going on!?

For us, it's usual for spirits to break out, and we can do something about the attack of the Fei Long.

But for the adventurers, it's all unprecedented and impossible, isn't it?

Mr. Doran had his head and was distressed by this situation.

"Cheer up, Mr. Dolan! The production is coming up, isn't it?

"What? Will it get worse?!?

"Wrong. Our destiny to achieve our goals is now. We have to pick the flowers that are blooming at the end of the tentacles of that creature."

"Well, you did..."

Follow the Warcraft and watch Priscia run around, while Mr. Drun leaks a dry laugh through her throat.

Oh, this is in the escape of reality.

Speaking of which, I have no choice.

But it scares me that if I go back to the village with the top adventurers twilight on the way, we'll be spreading our weird rumors afterwards.

So this is where we go on an operation to set up adventurers.

"Mr. Doran, please cooperate. We've been able to handle this so far. [M] Um, how do you safely retrieve flowers from the tentacles of the monster of a rampant plant?

If that bothers you, it's easy to gather it in a way that you can quickly approach it with a spatial leap and escape again after picking it.

But you also want to see how Mr. Doran and the others collect the flowers.

After being begged by me, Mr. Doran and his men finally began to regain their strength.

"Ooh! Well, let's make a big deal out of it!

"We'll take care of the Warcraft, the Spirits, and the Flying Dragon."

Either that or the work we do is more difficult.

But Doran and I haven't been able to think that far.

Or I guess we're not catching up on our understanding of this outrageous situation, and that's why our thoughts are only right for issues that we can handle ourselves.

The re-minded Doran, when they get out of the judicious juncture, form a formation with temper.

"You guys, let's go."

Mr. Doran takes the lead and goes into the monster of the eating plant.

Place the large shield forward and pack the time with a powerful foothold.

The monsters of the eating plants rejoiced with eccentricity that their prey was approaching, leaving countless tentacles like whips.

What do you say, my tentacles slap hard on the big shield?

But Mr. Doran, who is heavily equipped, is not even scared. On the contrary, he manipulates the spear endlessly with his shield in place, paying off countless impending tentacles.

"Tontuk, let's go!

"Oops."

From behind Mr. Doran, Mr. Wipper and Mr. Tontuk jumped out.

Mr. Tontuk approaches the monster while dodging his tentacles.

"Oops."

And when you wield a long spear, cleverly cut off only the tentacles that have flowers blooming that don't wither at the tip.

Mr. Wipper inserts a medium sword blade into the stem of an undead flower that blooms at the tip of a tentacle that has fallen to the ground. Then, I got a puffy flower.

Mr. Wipper quickly collects the fallen flowers.

At that time, a demon attacked Mr. Wipper from another direction. Mr. Tontuk will pay for it with a spear.

"Hey, it's a retreat once. The other flowers that bloom on him are already on fire."

Copy that.

"Aye."

At Mr. Dolan's signal, Mr. Wipper and Mr. Tontuk retreat.

But the monster of an insect plant that has been deprived of precious flowers has ravaged the two of us with rage.

There, an arrow flew in from another direction.

A successive flying arrow pierces the trunk of the monster deeply.

A monster that leaks screams out of his creepy mouth.

In addition, the tentacle movement slows out.

It's Mr. Bennail's spell!

With backward support, Mr. Wipper and Mr. Tontuk were able to retreat safely to Mr. Drun's place.

I see, I stared as impressed as I threw back the earthen dough to see if this was a skillful collaboration that a leading adventurer would show.

The operation is simple.

Mr. Doran takes the lead first to take the monster's attention and attack. In that gap, Mr. Wipper receives the enemy to pick the flowers. It is Mr. Tontuk's role to cover on the side so that Mr. Wipper can concentrate, and it is Mr. Bennail and Mr. Button in the rear guard who protect everyone in the event of a retreat or emergency.

"That's a useless collaboration. I have to apprentice."

"Right. 'Cause you're a little too involved or too broken."

"Mistral, that's your fault, isn't it?

"Oh, really?

"That's right!

"Hehe, I'll leave you to that"

Mistral smiled pleasantly as he mercilessly crushed the demon that had recklessly struck this way with a pitch-black single-handed stick.

"Well, why don't you show off your apprenticeship results quickly?"

I'll take care of it.

If Mistral wants you, you can't say no.

Come on, now it's my turn!

White sword in your right hand. Grasping the wooden sword of a spirit tree in my left hand, I set foot on the battlefield.

"Ares, Spirit Tree, how dare you!

"Let's go."

"It's gonna work great."

Here again, I have to make lots of fun memories!

So let me show you how we work together.

As usual, we dance dragon swords.

I'm not fusing with Ares, but instead, a toddler girl hits a match next door.

At last, Spirit Tree unleashes her strength with vigour.

Then, influenced by the power of the Spirit Tree, the Spirits began to invigorate.

Spirits of all attributes dance and dance to my dragon sword dance.

Especially since the Spirit of Soil and Fire moves well!

The spirits of the earth, dressed as children, jump on the back of the warcraft and stand around them.

When the Spirit of Fire hugged him to the eating plant, he began to burn him up with a boob.

"Here. You can't burn a monster that hasn't recovered flowers."

I mean, it's good to burn used monsters, right?

"Shit, that's the interpretation!

The monster wrapped in fire rumbles around in pain as it burns.

He wields his tentacles wrapped in fire and gradually attacks his surroundings with allowances.

Friends and enemies, unrelated.

Fire one after another on other monsters and demons attacked by the tentacles of fire.

However, only the monsters that Mr. Doran and his men had not recovered the flowers did not burn up.

"Hmm, is this good..."

No, it wasn't good!

"Yep, don't shut up and watch as only my children benefit from the Spirit Tree!

"With us, we want to benefit from the Spirit Tree!

"Geez."

The ground is shaking hard and the wind is heating up.

And big guys have manifested themselves.

It's the Spirit King of the earth and the Spirit King of the Fire, all giants!

"This is an area where the attributes of soil and fire strongly influence"

Oh, my God, Alicia walked past me like some other HR.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey!

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, give me a passion!

Two Spirit Kings roar together and go wild.

"Oh, oh!

And the Spirit King of the earth and the Spirit King of the Fire, who exploded in power, awakened the sleeping earth.

Oops, with vibrations of trembling air from the bottom of your stomach.

A nearby volcano of Holm erupted with massive flames and earthen smoke emanating from the crater at the top of the mountain!

"Duh, duh, duh, what shall I do, Mistral!?

I look back to Mistral in a hurry.

"Mr. Elnea, I'm fine. The flames of the eruption are not coming this way."

"Mr. Elnea, I'm fine. The smoke from the eruption hasn't gone to the village."

That's crazy, huh?

You should have pointed in the direction where Mistral is, but you have Ufiria and Nina in your sight. They were staring at me with eyes like, "They're my kind."

"No, I'm not like the ladies of chaos."

I deny it. But reality doesn't forgive me.

"Whoa. It's very powerful."

"Huh? Huh?"

"Let the flowers bloom in the dead leaves"

"No, no, Spirit Tree. The monster who picked the flowers won't blossom again for doing this."

Rather, it is the spirits who are nourished by the Spirit Tree.

Especially since they are two spiritual kings who are raging around in the middle of nowhere!

The demons scream and flee, and the creatures of the eating plants rumble around in frenzy.

The warcraft are commanded by the young girl and her sister to disrupt the place endlessly, and the spirits are vibrant and untouchable.

And Volcano Holm was awakening from a deep sleep and erupting with momentum.

"Oh, we're done here..."

"New spear, I was ordering..."

"I finally got along with my village daughter..."

Mr. Doran stood still and spoken untrained.

"Elnea, I was just told to be active while adding and subtracting to Mr. Mist"

"Mr. Sefina...... Control the power of those who are on the run to calm this place down?

"Hehe, that's just not possible."

"I don't know..."

I was just here to pick flowers, but when I realized it, it was a catastrophe.

I dropped my cheeks and shoulders when I looked up at Holm Volcano, which raised the smoke.