The allies of the Storm Peak Alliance said confidently, but it was the three Tea Horn clans who moved forward.
The men, who cover their entire bodies with armor, erect side-by-side, large long shields, creating solid walls in the blink of an eye.
The arrow of Chill, gently released by pulling a bow string, drew a parabola and pierced the mud pillar, the evil spirit of demonic mud.
Occasionally, a split column emerges from its body and glides as it ripples the mud.
When properly bumped, the shields take the mud columns that are likely to be bounced off even by a big man, bumped and fronted.
At the moment of the collision, the mud supporting the heel (heel) rose violently.
But the three shielded men do not lose their posture, but let the Evil Spirit attack them.
The mud columns that crushed momentum broke along the way, and flashly splashed mud descended on silver armor.
But, of course, it should have bathed the melting poison from its head, but the mud slipped to the feet of the shields without producing any white smoke.
Again, an arrow flies, and an evil spirit shoots out a mud column in return.
And when he hits the shield, he is returned to the swamp.
It was an apparent offense, but it was also only for the first minute or so.
"Hey, Tor. That, when will it end?
"Hmm, that's gonna take a little longer."
The shields who receive the mud columns beautifully, but, in fact, did not take a step forward from their first position.
Nor are the pale arrows of chills squeezing into the nucleus of the Spirit at all, and their number is gradually decreasing.
Whether you can get lively occasionally or the confusing fire that interrupts you only changes enough to get shot down.
Although it was strange that the light sphere that hit Chill's arrow disappeared without bursting.
Come on. Come on. Come on.
Totally bored, Moo had a lot of support, hanging in Thor's arms.
It's mud down there, so you know it won't hurt to fall.
He plays all he wants to do, tangling his muddy feet in Tor's arms and upside down.
To that appearance, Euril broke her lips.
"Hehe, you feel kind of nostalgic, and that support of Mm."
"Uh, if you think you recognize something, build a bridge of bloodshed rivers!
Before, the Tors had helped build stone mountains across the streams of bloodshed rivers.
The battle the three brothers showed me at that time was exemplary, but it seems that Sora also noticed something similar to the Chills today.
"Oh, probably for a similar purpose"
Thor seemed right to point out that the fight, which lasted about five minutes, ended lightly with the Chills retreating.
Apparently the evil spirit of demonic mud barely moves from the standing position.
Easy enough, the men who escaped all the way out of the range of the mud columns continue to walk without loosening their legs as they return to the Tors.
"You kept me waiting, this way. Follow me."
Led by Chill and the three shields, the line headed for the marshes a little further away.
It's supposed to be pretty heavily equipped, but in a foothold no different from the Tors, the men in armor go flat down the evil road.
And the place, which took less than five minutes to reach, was much different from the marsh landscape that I had become accustomed to seeing.
It is the same where it is covered in mud, but the ground is heavily indented in dishes.
Although it is a sight to see, the diameter of the plot was likely to be more than fifty steps.
The area that hits the edge of the plate is soil booming, preventing soft muddy water from flowing in.
When the men got over the dirt, they went to the bottom of the clay and rebuilt their shields again.
- < Rock Pile Formation >!
The built-up struggle broke loose and the clay-shaped mud rose ambitiously.
"Ah, I knew it, it was a jerk!
"I'm a mole, To! Oh, Moo, good thing I flickered!
"Hehe, what do you say? That would be a brilliant dig."
"So, what is that collecting?
To Chill, who proudly arms himself, Thor asks, who was watching from the edge of the clay.
When the shields stuck their hands in the exuberant mud, they were sorting it out somewhat diligently.
Their allied lord, who nodded aloud, had already prepared, let the small leather bag be turned upside down and the contents raised in the palm of his hand.
Sora sparkled her big eyes on a pile of stone grains interspersed with eye-catching silver spots.
"Wow, beautiful. I can pick these."
"This is a true silver mine."
"Oh, you know me well. I didn't know you had a clue as well as an arm of magic tricks. It's called a mud and silver mine."
To Euril, who briefly described who she was, Chill laughed happily.
True silver is a metal that has become the name of the current class of Tolls, a mineral that has a different nature than normal silver.
It has high toughness and a hardness not found in ordinary silver, and can create well-rounded armaments with well-cut flavors, as well as shock-resistant and unbreakable armaments.
When the shields in more armor were light enough to move around sparingly, even in the mud.
Not only that, but true silver had another major feature.
It has an effect that is difficult to draw attention to.
Thor, who came up with the fudge, confirms, recalling the earlier battle.
"Maybe it was the true silver arrow butt that scattered the confusion fire?
"Oh, you're right, Lord Mud Fishing Hero. If you touch true silver, it will disappear shortly after you release your glare."
"That's convenient."
"Mm-hmm. This genuine silver is very user-friendly, but there's a problem."
"Hey, Lord Chill, do something."
So what sounded to interrupt the story was a cry for the help of a shieldman who was digging at the bottom of the plot.
Turning their eyes, the Tea Horn youth are waving like trouble.
Sitting in front of them was a purple-eyed girl spanning Soli.
"Come on, molly! Moo, Ba Tong Tong, because it slips."
"No, it's dangerous."
"You're gonna get hurt, lady."
Apparently I saw a thriving mud mountain and came up with a new game.
Chill stopped moving to the appearance of a fearless child, but laughed out loud at him for understanding why he interfered with mining.
"What a bunch of big guys. No, I like it, Lord Hero."
"Here, Moo! No more."
To Sola rushing down the slope, Moo slaps Soli and hurries.
"Look, Sola, come on, come on!
Horned shields lifted their shields as they snorted and breathed together.
- < rock pile formation >, < rock pile formation >, < rock pile formation >!
Mountains of mud, which coincided with a child and a sleigh, rose high in the sky.
Moo, pushed by a mass of mud and well lifted in the air, but skillfully moves the soli to land on the side of the mountain.
Keep it up, cut the wind and let it slide down the mud mountains.
And then he jumped the mud, and now he ran up the slopes of the clay.
Tilt the sleigh to the right by blowing the wind while weighing in further along the way.
The voice of the shaken child echoed from above the soli, which safely hit the circumferential orbit of the slope of the land.
But it was the girl who laid her hands on her hips and stood in the throne, waiting for her to turn around.
Moo hastily tried to change where Soli was going, but Sora's hand grabs the child's neck root one step earlier.
"You can't jam your work!
"Mmmm! It was a good place."
"So, what's the problem?
"What, oh..."
To Thor, who had spoken as if nothing had happened, Chill shook his head feathers as surprised.
Try to lift the grain of mud and silver mine in your hand as you descend into the ground.
"The problem is that we can pick it in a day, roughly three times the size of this."
"That's not much again."
"Stone Tori - then let Moo do it!
Also at some point a child clinging to Thor's arm raises a pleasant voice.
Moo, who was picked up by Sola with a solar circle, went down the slope to roll and stuck his hand in the mud heap.
"Gotcha, To!
In the hand of the pulled out child, a larger stone was gripped.
A peeking Tea Horn man emits a startling voice.
"Oh, this is a big one. Wow, lady."
"We can take more. - Here."
"What!?
The men surround Moo, who digs one stone after another, as he did in the sky.
"Duh, what's going on?
"It just so happens......, you don't seem"
"Wow, dude"
Behind the shields staring at Moo suddenly, Chill leaked his impressed voice.
"I thought it was Maghre who easily found the crystal stone, but you seem to have great talent..."
Until evening that day, Moo seemed to have enjoyed the full solitary slip and stone removal, travelling back and forth between the swamps of monsters and the muddy silver mines filled with mud and silver.
As a result, the mud and silver mine yielded five large bags.
When the most hungry row returns to the camp, it greets a delicious smell.
That and the unexpected also welcomed the Tors.
"Long time no see guys - how have you been?"
It was Chita, the rider who masterfully manipulated Fei Long, who was supporting dinner in an apron.