The next day, on the sidelines of a threesome that is too drunk to move, the three early risers, Yuryl, Sola and Diargo, put fire to the candle to create a tequila and breakfast.
Thor and Moo enjoyed quite a view as they walked on the dirt.
"Nothing, To."
"Oh, nothing."
The wilderness, which stretched across the river, was covered with absorbent grass as far as it could see.
Moo squeaks strangely at the strange scenery.
"There's nothing but blue and tea. Heh heh."
I don't see one cloud in the blue sky in the clear air of the morning.
It is a straight drawn horizontal line, beautifully bisected from the brown that continues to the other side of the earth.
"Who pulled that off? God?"
"Right, I'm sure it's God"
Thor answers with a little thought as he strokes the hair of a child pointing to the horizon.
I made no mistake because I am the Genesis God who made this world.
Besides, the cause of this strange scenery lies in the "coma hole" created by the world god, so it's not a mistake either.
Whatever it is, it means it's all in the hands of the gods.
"... Good morning, young lad"
"... are you awake, young lad"
There was a client on the ground. They are the twins of Tapa and Tari of the Cui Yu clan.
When they greeted Moo, they briefly met Thor and returned their gaze straight to the sky.
"Morning!"
"Morning, what are you looking at?
There is not a single cloud floating over your head where the dazzling sun shines.
To Thor's questionable words, the two had often looked up at the sky silently, but one crack accidentally opened his mouth.
"... until the weekend, no rain"
"Oh, you were reading the wind"
Wind reading is the lower branch skill of a wind tree, a rare magic technique that also reads the direction and velocity of wind to temperature and humidity.
Although used primarily to examine weather shifts, retirees can have a lot of deductions from each aspect because they are so useful outside of adventure.
After finishing the explanation in a nutshell, the two pointed swiftly to Kawahara.
There was a big wave of Sola's energetic appearance about whether the breakfast was complete or not.
"Oh, I'm sure it's dinner! Toe."
Moo, who noticed the girl's gesture, runs out screaming.
And rolled down the dirt in a few steps.
Thor and the twins looked at each other and then slowly headed to their breakfast seats.
We ate bread porridge and lost a little liquor, and it turned out to be a story about the Rollovs demonstrating how to build a bridge.
"Okay, here we go!
The lead is Diargo, armed with red iron armor and helmets.
He puts forward a round shield covered in cast iron and carries a stick made of pig bone.
A little further away, three brothers.
Red hippocampal leather armor, cast iron helmet with a nostril. Each hand has its own specialty.
From there, in the diagonal rear position, the twins.
They were both clothed in fabric, and his brother Tapa had a long bow with a red breastplate, and his brother Tari had a small knife.
As the shieldman approaches the riverbank, four creepy patterns of completely familiar red and black pop up.
Dropping his hips, Diargo cleverly uses a stick to gain space at his feet as he receives a frog's jump with a shield.
Four and one often intertwined.
The shield, familiar with the monster's movements, continues to judge the attack pale without showing how it collapses at all.
That in itself is a particularly problem-free method of warfare, but it was the members behind it that were odd.
Keep your weapons in place, there's no sign of any movement.
"So, what do you think?
"To, is that all you got? Come on, come on!
"No, it's an operation. Oh, it's working."
You were anticipating a fit around the time, when all of a sudden the three closest men stuck their spears out of their low positions to the ground rinse.
That red poisonous frog pierced by the spear tip finally realizes the other existences, striking alone away from the herd.
The long-held axe of his second son, who was waiting for him, ripped the air and hit him hard on the side.
At the same time, two cloves of his eldest son's one-handed axe circled behind him, striking him in the back with mucus.
The frog easily crawled to the ground, scattering poisonous blood.
A relentless pursuit was added there, and the first one was lightly desperate.
At the end of the day it happens to be the same repetition, the brothers finish off the monster without any problems.
At the time of the two remaining, the red backs appeared out of the waves.
An arrow piercing the universe intercepts his hair.
Blood-blown fish respond with water bullets, but they can't even afford frog cover on Tapa's arm, which releases three arrows almost at a time.
With the further push of Tali, the wind user, the arrow's power keeps increasing.
In the end, without ever flying a water bullet into the river plain, the fish that became like a needle mountain lay on the river surface.
The battle of the river plain was also coming to an end.
Rollolphs rush to the point where Diargo lightly treats the frog as the only one left, finishing the third.
"I got it!
"You, my wrath!
"Yes, please"
The earliest was the three men.
A spear thundering around like a purple snake bursts out at a tremendous speed and blows through the heart of a frog.
A double-handed axe twisted one step late, and two one-handed axes swung down from the upper part of the great section, lost sight of their goal and flashly crushed the stones of the river plain and scattered them.
The eldest and second sons, who bathed each other in it, often silently stop moving.
When the two remained silent put their weapons at their feet, they suddenly punched the three men in the face, from left to right, who were trying to escape.
And from staring at each other at close range, they stick each other's fists out against each other.
"What's my prey, trying to take it away!
"Ugh, that's totally mine now!
"You couldn't be nice!
"That's a dialogue over here, brother!
Moo slapped his hands with great joy at the two people who suddenly started beating each other up for not caring.
Euril sends a gentle glance at the naughty child with her usual gentle grin.
Sola has shown no interest in brotherly fights and has asked Tor what she cares about.
"Is that it? It's usually over. Oh, I took out my grandfather's monster, so now I'm building a bridge?
"Look, it looks like there's more to it."
At the end of Thor's gaze was the figure of Diargo crossing over a stone mountain lined up in the river at some point.
Apply a clever bounce, and the man moves on in rhythm.
And the young Tea Horn tribe, who reached Stone Mountain about in the river, let him tread there.
Immediately before Diargo, there was a low nearly unfinished stone mountain.
Beyond that, there is nothing yet.
When he thought he was going to fly away, the man stuck his shield silently into the void.
The next moment, a low stone mountain rocks small, obviously exuberant.
Several stones were unable to withstand the movement and rolled down onto the water to raise the water column one after the other.
"Wow, there was a mountain once!
"Have you seen it, To? Thanks for the nun."
Sola and the others accidentally leak surprises at Stone Mountain, which made a clear difference.
"Wow, I want to do Moo too. Can you?"
"That's probably shieldman martial arts. The one that makes dirt walls."
"Yeah, I guess. So at first, you seem to have gotten into a struggle. I'm surprised they used it like that."
To the admiring Tolls, the Rollovs, who have finished discussing their fists, approach.
If you look closely, the wounds you should have punched each other were already blocking.
Probably has.
"It's like this all the time. What do you say?"
"I've come up with something a lot. Then you can make mountains safely."
"Ha, brag about it, but the way you used < Rock Pile Formation > is fine here, of course. Here."
What Rolloff had thrown was a reddish-sized stone mass in the palm of his hand.
He has a rough, sandy hand.
"That's the one with the red iron sand. It's easy to accumulate at the bottom of the river here. They've been doing it for a long time to dig it out and lift it with Dokan."
"Well, is this the ingredient for red iron? That's surprisingly heavy."
"So, that's the real deal. It's sand iron, but it's actually a favorite of some monsters."
"Oh, so you asked me for help."
"It's quick and helpful to guess. It's called river slime, but because of the amount of sand and iron in that stone mountain, it melts."
"If you accidentally stab a weapon, it's gonna melt down to our favorite score."
"A lot."
"I guess. But doesn't that mean you're leaving at 46: 00?
Thor asks what bothered him as he sends his gaze to Freshly Made Stone Mountain.
If the story about the Rollovs is true, they should be showing up about one, but there's no sign of that.
The elder son, who nodded lightly, looks back and asks the youth of the Cuiyu tribe.
"How'd it go? Tali."
"... almost stable through the weekend. It should collapse from there."
"Right. Actually, river slime springs when it rains. I'm sorry, can you get out around the weekend?