"Ladies and gentlemen, I'm coming. Come from the tree of liberation and burn it down."
To the hanging of a little bearded magic trick, the sloppy flaming men lifted their canes.
One scorching fireball after another rises over its head, creating tremendous heat.
"Taste the scale of the great flame with it -"
The unleashed burning flame masses fall one after the other onto the slope in front of the eye as they arc.
The roar of the earth rang loudly in the mountains.
The fireball, which swept wide across the ground, now sprays up as a firepillar.
A new fireball splashed from it hits the other fireballs in space and sprinkles further flames.
As it happened, the surface was licked up with flames.
A sea of flames that relentlessly burns up one side of the perimeter.
But there are just countless bittersweet rocks rolling on the ground rocking in the flames, and I don't see anything else.
It should have been, but that rock accidentally jumps big.
It was the monster that twisted his long body that appeared from beneath the ground.
At first glance, it looks like a giant snake, but the only thing on its head is an annular mouth with gutters and fangs.
The eyes are degenerative and buried in thick scales covering the body.
The name of this monster, whose body length and torso are as large as Oki, is Tsurugaru.
Because it is a subspecies of dragons, as the name indicates, its regenerative power and sturdiness cannot be insulted.
Plus, they usually lurk in the ground, and they don't even get to attack first.
However, because the temperature regulation is not very good, there is a weakness that can easily be seared out when the ground is heated up like this.
The earth dragons have popped up one after the other on the surface, but there they are already covered in scorching heat and oxygen has been lost.
With a creepy scream, the monster rammed around on the ground.
As dozens of giants temporarily rocked their entire bodies flashly, the ground sounds across their mountain skin.
It was a magnificent view of a large number of longworms dancing mad.
No matter how stubborn your body is, you cannot operate unless you continue to breathe.
The earthdragons who were hovering around just became quiet in the flames.
Most of all, this rugged mountain is not sweet enough to end with.
A dozen more who made further shouts, wondering if they had survived the corpses of their companions, rush all the way down the mountain belly that turned into a plain.
And he attacked a group of fiery men who had just finished unleashing their magic moves.
"We'll fit. - < rock pile formation >!"
Stuck by an imminent giant body was a group of shielded men.
Breathe together and let go of the struggle as you drop your hips and step on both feet.
And indeed the earth at its feet was greatly exalted from the next to the next.
Beautifully lined soil columns come together without gaps and become sturdy dirt walls.
Heavy collision sounds continued and rang into the sky.
but the walls are unshakeable.
The men who pressed their shields against the walls of dirt made them endure the weight of monsters that would be several times as brilliant as they were.
"... I'll take care of it later"
The sounding voice then belonged to a heavy man.
At the same time, a long two-handed axe leaps over the dirt wall.
Then he gave me a step, and the woman holding the spear twitched her blonde hair and jumped away.
Plus next to that, a red-haired man with a two-handed sword on his shoulder.
- Let's go.
At the same time as its pronouncement, a flame winding up from a long sword body strikes heaven.
-.
The big man's axe blade that nodded back is also already covered in purple thunder.
-.
Rapidly drawn spears were similarly wrapped with thunder like tsu thorns.
-.
The warriors and swordsmen shoot off their fights to the earthly dragons who stopped the last scratch and became dressed up.
The monsters, whose thick scales were broken by flames and thunder, were desperate as they scattered their fluids.
"You seem to have finished beautifully. No, it's a great job, ladies and gentlemen."
"No, not yet. They're coming from up there."
"Oops, you seem to be in a hurry. Was it a little too soon to get distracted? Now, please, bowmen."
"Oh, I've been waiting for you!
Suddenly it was a young man of the Cuiyu clan who answered aloud.
Far thicker than usual, his right arm is gripped by a conspicuous vermilion arrow.
The bowmen, who were behind the flaming men, squeezed their bowstrings with arrows.
The destination for that aim was a flock of flying mukades with wings like dragonflies gathering in the air.
The smell of the dead meat of the dragons slipped from near the top of the mountain.
The size of one mukade is also about the length of an extended adult arm, and it will be certain that just being surrounded by a few does not leave one bone.
A sharp hanging was uttered to the dozens of monsters approaching by cutting the wind.
"Let go!"
Like the rain of a beating, more than a hundred arrows pass through the universe.
A bunch of arrows, enough to create a great shadow on the ground, flew relentlessly into a herd of monsters.
The winged flying mochads gently fall to the slopes.
And he is burned by the flames that were still dull, causing his limbs to shrink and breathe out.
But a few of them seem to have escaped the rain of arrows.
He hits the humans who unleashed the arrows as he meshed his protruding left and right jaws with the bees.
"Shit, you worm!
The hand of the man who rocked his head feather pulls out two arrows over the arrow barrel and quickly leads to the bow.
At the next moment, it was released as a red line between the two muscles.
-.
The arrows in the sky each accurately shoot through the base of the wings of the flying mukade.
But it's not over there yet.
The man's arm moved to flow, and then two arrows were shot out.
Yet another shot.
Three-time bowstrings in a row, the man who shot down the flying muchades vividly let him exhale with satisfaction.
Balucconia, who confirmed that the battle was now over, lifted his cane and sent a signal for a break.
Best of all, the water users, who had refrained from rearward, rushed forward to work on the allowance for the wounded.
The players have also switched from < martial arts > to < hymns > to begin replenishing their lost magic.
Balucconia, once again shifting her gaze forward, gently pulled her moustache to great results.
"Mm-hmm, that's going well"
As the participants swelled up to what could be called an expedition rather than an expedition, the first difficulty, the Turpen Mountains, was currently developing a sweep operation that allowed the numbers to say things.
Not so much for each and every one of them, but if a hundred of them let go, the flame would be a tremendous power.
Bombing of magic tricks that burn the surface clean and refreshing.
The walls of a resilient shield that protects it with all its power.
Warriors and swordsmen cleaning up misfitted monsters and bowmen intercepting all the raids from the sky.
Plus water use to replenish your health and heal your injuries, and support for the players who replenish your magic and fighting skills.
Attack aide. It was a perfect team with everything.
As the flames that burned down the mountain belly subsided, they often rested, Baluconia took a water bottle to his men.
"Thank you for your hard work, Mr. Russell. Come on. We're still in the right place. Let's keep our health warm here."
The red-haired warrior nods and receives the water bottle, slowly moisturizing his throat.
A great man carrying both hand axes approached him with a blonde.
"Whatever your voice sounds like, your lord is"
"You don't seem to change at all. No, you're polished in front of a man for his rejuvenation."
"Despite the good rhetoric"
It was Sollgham, a warrior of the Purple Eye clan, and the woman of his deputy who had spoken to him.
Yet another, a young man with a bow on his back, also speaks.
"The chatter shop only talks."
"You will, you will. But your irony hasn't changed either. The bow arm seems to have gone up. It was a brilliant shot."
The praised Cuiyu Archer nods with an eagle grin.
Seeing those two, Sollugum also lifted the edge of his mouth.
"Oh, Captain, what's wrong?
"Um, what?
"No, because I was laughing."
Asked by his deputy, Sollgham looked around at the rash he had gathered again before continuing his words.
"It's been a long time since the Silver Alliance got together like this."
"If you ask me, you are! I gave up that I couldn't do it anymore, but once again, I can tell you that it's completely unexpected to be on edge."
"You didn't expect me to be back here again, either. Nice to see you again, you guys."
To the words of a young bowman unwilling to hide much, Baluconia and Sorlugham loosen their mouths with their eyes together.
The man who led the Thunder Asthma Regiment to participate leaked his words as if he were squeamish.
"That's what I used to think sometimes back then when I was pulling my legs. If I could fight you shoulder to shoulder, it would be fun again."
Sollugum, with a slight look on his face, spins the words as they are.
"That came true in this way, and it seems to have floated a little. We need to keep our heads tighter."
"Heh heh, I agree so much too. I can really count on you two."
"Another compliment? You're the same, and so is your Lord."
So the bowman notices Russell's questionable gaze.
"Are you worried about something?
"No, sister, I was wondering what happened to you."
"That's him... He's a little wild right now."
With that said, the Cuiyu youth made him look up into the sky in a meaningful way.
A young woman's voice echoes with plenty of doubt there.
"Captain, I don't think there's one more person left if it's the Silver Alliance..."
Only one, he was a completely unaware deputy.