Welcome to Japan, Mr. Elf.

Cancer, and firewood falls to the ground.

Picking it up is a sly big hand, with hard scales growing in its arms.

I breathed cold air and when I spit it out it stained white.

Hmm, and he - Lizardman, known as Ozo, leaks an emotional voice.

The atmosphere is winding with ooh, and I can smell it somewhere rough and full of life.

The voices that sound gay from behind are those of us who are calling for "Let's make it a night meal," one hand up to respond and then watch the moonlight lit world again.

A pot full of vegetables is very attractive, but I'd still like to smell the wind a bit right now.

Snort, snort, and nasal cavity.

Nostalgia. Yes, I remember nostalgia.

Is it because I can feel the same wind as in the old days? The pulsating inherited blood creates the illusion of descending into the world our ancestors have walked in.

It's a cancerous space where there's nothing yet, but it opens up with like-minded people and kids. I'm sure it'll be a busy land again, like the second tier. I'm excited to think so, and for some reason I can't help but narrow my eyes with pleasure.

"I'm sure that's pulsating blood too. Families with a little dragon blood have probably had a good time for a long time"

"Oh, Lord Tenryu, at this hour"

There was a man who looked back and narrowed his eyes in the same way. Though dressed as a butler, there are two blanket-wrapped babies in their arms. Apparently, he cried at night, and the breeze is that he stopped by after a refreshment.

Wouldn't you wake me up, I've been grinning deeper like I said, "It's my boy" when I turned my gaze to it. Even if it happens, the dragon child is a pain in the ass. I'm sure he'll see Ozo and reach out to me small to play like he always does.

"Sounds like a lot of noise tonight. Humans never come back."

"The fourth tier is in people's hands. And behold, the heat of the earth stands. There seem to be quite a few dead in the lower levels."

At the end indicated by the chin, there is a bluishly bluished chin, which is blurred to gray all the way.

I don't know what it's like to be a dragon, but I guess if he says so. It is precisely the presence that has lived since the time of the Tai Dynasty that is the Tenryu, far from understanding and so on for wooden demons.

"M., you've never done so much damage here. I'm worried we'll all be back safe."

"I'm glad you showed yourself, but the victims are just people from the outside. And it's also what Master Uridora wants... but I'm worried because he's a very sweet dragon to see"

Yes, a dragon that likes people is different. Few dragons can laugh and say something about the past to someone who once pointed a blade at himself. Many had grudges, and Tianlong was one of them.

The human species that gained the god of kingdom is strong.

I hear that some once had inexhaustible power. Even if mighty demons or dragons are opponents, the gods of the land will use the power of those who lay low on the earth and become wrecks as they are, and order them to strike again.

"So the mechanism of this ancient labyrinth, and the worshipping (mazuri) gods of the people, is somewhere very similar. One set up an endless battle, and the other responded. Therefore, the battle that has lasted since ancient times is not yet over."

Words like singing are authentic, and Ozo listens to his voice still half incomprehensible. For some reason, it felt precious.

"You become eloquent when you miss ancient times."

"Oh, it must be. Actually, I'm a chatter too, I talk to my kids all the time when nobody's listening"

Don't tell me, Lizardman narrowed his eyes until he was on the line. Some pretty parents were, I thought.

"I wondered if it would be for a night meal, and I brought some intestinal meat with just the right finish. Hmm, were you guys bad at spices?

"Haha, I'm used to it already. My throat tingles all the time, but when I rinse it off with alcohol, I find it refreshing and tasty the other way around. From there on out, my stomach is warm all the time"

A sluggish, stately Lizardman replied with a very loud throat.

My colleagues, who call on me to come quickly, are also vacating their seats for the two of us. Even if you're smelling delicious from it, you'll have to walk over softly and early.

Though I asked her how she would like to join me, Tenryu shrugged her shoulders and said, "I'm sorry for this," the babies said. Then I won't be able to ask you out.

Everyone waves loudly and then takes their seats for a fun evening meal.

"Hope, then, for the prosperity of the third tier"

"Kanpah!

The beasts laugh hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha. Though I'm sure you'll have fun tomorrow.

Reptiles don't like to adjust their body temperature, so they can't help but taste as much vegetables as they do. What a mellow flavor of flavored radish.

"Nmayi!

The pioneering of the third layer has just begun and has not even taken shape yet. But everyone was so excited to be able to do it.

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The ancient labyrinth rocks continuously.

The source of the outbreak is due to a battle between demons playing in the back of a giant passage.

The calories emitted are also due to the natural healing technique of giant beasts trying to block the wounds along with juwaaaa and white smoke, and the vision around them is so bad.

The unnamed four-legged demon was drooling with massive spits, and was in a hurry to capture the enemy with a large, crushed eyeball.

But we don't need to capture them anymore. No, I don't.

Tattering the burnt cloak, it squeaks its armor properly and the mighty enemy you've been searching for reveals itself. That opponent, much smaller, has apparently sought a battle in the front.

Though they are not different from each other in giving up hot air from their mouths and entire bodies, one step backwards and the other moves on.

You feel the fright of demons and realize that they no longer form the body of battle, the woman in armor sounds metal and exposes her sweaty face.

It binds wet hair with a cloth like a hairband, which turns brown to black from top to rear of head. Tickle your hair to your shoulders with your fingertips and put it to your ears, pointing your eyes at the black and white inverted showing the Demon Clan.

――――………

The words of that call are scratched off by galloping and burning collapsing stone. I overheard the suggestion while no one could hear me, and then I hesitated (and) pointed my nose so big at the woman that I could still hold it with both hands.

I inhale a lot of the smell of sung sung and sweat, and that's how I drool my head. As if to show obedience.

The beast moves slower and slower, and the stiff bristles that sway with breath become quieter again.

Watching it were the attackers who lay low on the ground, even those who leaked yawns in the middle of the night.

The battle has already spanned nearly an hour.

The regular army to be covered has almost finished withdrawing, but there are also a number of people who do not follow orders and stay on the battlefield.

Look, and one of those thin, dirty soldiers raises his finger.

At the end of the display was a woman with honey-colored hair running away. The book in my hand is big, peeking brilliantly at my complexion from a wobbly cloth.

If you are aware, the overhead red letter "Mad Beast Igarta", which indicates the demonic name, is also shaking.

The remaining regular soldiers on this occasion did feel something that made their breasts hot with gin, and I wanted to see a woman who didn't even know that name at least once more. Give me that woman who's stroking her big nose with a sausage.

She should have been thrown across the line of death, but one by one earlier on, she walked over, and healed me.

A very impressive person with blue sky eyes, the men lose their words just because they were dusted and grinned.

Wrapped in a golden hot air enough to forget the thick armor, he wanted to cling to his former mother, wrapped in the world of vitality itself.

Those gathered may still not forget the hot wind in the name of passion at that time.

Bicilli and the Mad Beast make noises as they stare at each other.

The cracking sounds of Bisili, Bisili and eventually stopped any movement.

It's like freezing. The whole body dye, which was vicious, has been lost and is also badly resembling a proper splash.

And, of all the ice fragments that fall in masses, I see something like a white dog that jumps lightly just for a moment. The dog, with one eye crushed, makes a jump with a ha-ha-ha white breath but light-hearted footsteps and is sucked into a big book himself.

From this day on, for some reason, a dog will appear running around the second tier energetically to build a doghouse by the hands of the adults, but no one as one understood that the strongest watchdog could possibly be born.

Looking at the colorful drawings, he leaks a delightful nose as to whether he has stimulated the collector's blood. Such an adorable look on Shirley's face was also apparently unnoticed by anyone thanks to the white smoke that allowed him to stand in.

At that time, among the aircurrents that were changing gently, there were two who noticed the truth.

One is the Magic Dragon Uridra. She has quiet eyes at all times and endures to never expose the emotions deep in her heart.

The other is Walth, descendant of King Alirai's clan.

He was young but had been given an eye to see the truth, and he was turning his twitching and hot gaze towards her.

Nii and his lips connect and exhale white breath.

"Ha ha, I can finally be sure, Hakam! Ask them to wash up and throw up why they are with your army. I won't let you get away with it."

Seeing the murderous minister directed at him, Hakam, the conductor, was convinced that he was "still".

As you can read, he's after that kid. Give me that Shirley with so much miracle power that I think she's a goddess.

With a slight tremor of breath, the Master roars without distracting from his gaze.

I was thinking of it as one of the possibilities, and for that reason I was asking Shirley for help tonight. I wish my mind would have come off it, but I fly (chat) of will all over my chest.

"The prince is trying to get the god of kingdom, Aja!

"What!?

The old man's words are inverted, but he connects the previous trends of the prince like a flash.

Never leave the land. Staying on the fourth tier of the demon, he looks blind to demonic stones and treasures. I mean, the aim was that from the beginning.

"I can't believe it. It was 300 years ago that I was interested in a new country. '

Much sweat from each other in a very short conversation using will-communication. I impose on myself the constant question of whether thoughts can or cannot be accelerated visibly.

In other words, to celebrate as a new god of kingdom, to create one's own kingdom. And it is Prince Walth's aim to receive protection alone.

Then no matter how many sacrifices you may make, you will not lose the radiance of your eyes. Until then you get what you want.

'Well, yeah. I don't know if you're serious or fanatical. But then it's troublesome. It would be a belly to abandon the successor feud early and have the whole ancient labyrinth in your hands'

Trouble means being officially placed under control. It also remains to be understood from home countries. As it is, the day may come when you will be called a traitor.

The investigation that has been cultivated over the years on the battlefield takes such a circumstance from the tight air. Towards Hakam, who can't even reply, the prince of the day turned his grin into something profound.

"Did you say that woman, Uridora, for the rest of your worries? Let those who claim to be masters of the land pray for their early departure. You haven't told me, either. There seems to have been a backlash."

"What does that... mean?

"We'll see soon enough. - Then retreat."

Hakam stared at his back leaving with a haunting thought.

Dodd, and it was five armed military horses that were thrown out of the door of the fourth layer.

It hits the black-black plain and pushes straight towards the camp, which is lit up.

It was the Lizardmans of the day who ate the bubbles, and even though my husband had ordered me "never to be found," my drunkenness is turning and my legs are attached.

Ozo, who watched how everyone was doing, decided to hold back to buy time and looked back with a long breath of fuss.

The dodgy chest must be what instincts warn of.

He said he'd be in terrible sight.

He said he was going to be seen like a demon.

But I couldn't move this place, and I looked up at the beautiful night sky and exhaled warmly.

He - Ozo was captured so much less.

Even if you complain that you don't have to do that to make it easier for you to escape, you get a bunch of iron piles all over your body, and you get dragged down a cold plain like ice by a horse.

Every step of the way spreads a paralyzing pain all over your body, and there's a lot of blood. He closed his eyes, wondering if he was going to die soon.

Far away, dark hair rises loosely.

Uridora, who has so far endured quietly, exhales in the depths of the ancient labyrinth.

This is the first time I've ever endured this much in my mind. He hasn't even complained about one of the important things being trampled and vandalized on the ground.

"But I will not forgive those who have their hands on mine."

A noise rang from Mishi and her forehead.