The next morning, after finishing his farewell greeting to the Sargons, Sora boarded a carriage heading east.
On that chest, for some reason, the kitten I had with yesterday clings.
As a matter of fact, this white cat is the grandson of Cro and Shima.
Sora stopped by the city of Dadan to find out what happened to the cats, Moo's family.
The two, which Enna had deposited with him before the expedition, were called the cat of heroes, adored and left many descendants for full tenure.
It's just a little too many kids, so it depends on the fact that I got one for the trip.
"Nice to meet you, Shilo"
"Unya."
The little, throaty kitten let Sola's index finger stand gazy and teeth.
Sora shifts her gaze out the window, stroking her forehead properly.
Fresh green wooden stands on both sides of the street rocking leaves at clean equal intervals.
The monster from which the name came was eventually expelled, but the name Little Ghost Forest remained intact.
There is a pile of logged round-tails on the side of the road, and the sweat-wiping wooddust is laughing out loud.
I guess the smoke that stands in the distance is not wolf smoke, but even charcoal is baked.
It was like a forest everywhere, wrapped in a mild leaking day.
Sola narrowed her eyes thinly to the squeaky, tall sound of her trunking with pointy beaks.
That's the only thing left, I think I might remember those days.
The carriage through the forest path rocking the wheels takes half a day to reach the next stop.
The Little Ghost Forest remained intact, but the bloodshed call just seemed too disturbing.
This one had changed to the name Red Iron River.
The name is not the only one that has changed.
The riverside, which previously had only Marutai cabins and open-air merchants, had also changed dramatically.
The first thing that catches my eye is the large stone bridge across the red river surface.
One bridge is further upstream and two downstream, and they call it the Tai Bridge, the Long Bridge, the Next Bridge, and the Last Bridge from above, after the four people who first let them build a bridge on this river.
The stones at the bottom of the red river abundantly contain iron, as the name suggests, and for their collection and processing, several blacksmiths connect houses along the river.
It also seems to be very busy as a blacksmith town, alongside dormitories and small restaurants for river husbands.
And the amount of this guy, that wasn't the only reason.
The large square, which crosses the Long Bridge, is filled with hiccups and carriages, making it a black mountain crowd.
Apparently, they're transporting the unloaded baggage to the building in the back.
There was a strange ride sitting in that building like a bunch of big luggage cars stuck together.
The luggage carried by carriage is being reloaded there more and more.
Under the wheels of the luggage truck lay in parallel (d) iron bars, which continued straight to the other side of the horizon.
In front of the coupled luggage carriage, a substitute is stuck like stretched out the passenger carriage part of the boxcarriage.
And what looks like the leading part of them was a wheeled tank that would be about the size of a water wheel shed.
The giant tank is filled with powered water (ether) with dissolved magic.
This is the magic tank train, the means of transport of the new era boasted by the new central state.
"Oh, wow, Shilo"
"Nyah!"
Buy a lunch box from a seller hanging around near the station and pay the fare to get in at the entrance of the passenger car.
The seats seem to be free to sit anywhere.
Luckily seated in the window seat, Sola spreads the wrapper of her lunch box placed on her lap.
The contents were hard-baked bread (bucket) sandwiched with salted meat and smoked cheese.
I luxuriously bump into it, immersed in some nostalgia.
The kitten had a thin rip of the boiled chicken that Enna had given her, and she was eating it with her tail up, saying Unyaunya.
After a while the departure whistle sounds and the body slowly moves out.
It was cursorily slow at first, but it just accelerates and lightly exceeds the speed of the carriage.
With a smooth run with little vibration, Sola restarted her hips in the seat with admiration.
The view outside the windows flowing behind me is yet another interesting thing to see from the sky.
"This could be interesting. If Yuryl and Moo were here, they'd be wearing windows."
"Nyaa?"
"Yeah, yeah, I'll see you soon."
The Magic Tank train leaving Red Iron River Station once in a while runs through the green land.
The wilderness, formerly a swarm of sperm grass, had also now turned itself into a rich fruitful wheat field and pasture.
Enjoying the view that shifts to different colors for two hours.
Gradually intersected white and brown, at last all of the ground is covered.
We entered the torn wind wilderness.
In well-drained sandy areas with dry winds all year round, it is difficult to grow crops.
However, at first glance, many resources were actually sleeping in this place, which seemed barren.
A large number of minerals, including precious metals, have been found in the southern canyon area.
Furthermore, in the eastern rocky mountainous areas that lie deep, the presence of deposits of quality rock salt has also been confirmed.
Later, thanks to the value found in the sand itself, the land was gathered with miners looking to grab a thousand gold, until it was called the wilderness of hope at some point.
The train, which hastily reloaded in Accommodation Town, also runs out of the track (rail).
And when the sun was almost twilight, we finally reached Moo Castle Fortress, the end station of the day.
It is a famous fortress that leaves behind remnants of the old Central Country period, but it has now been converted into a station building and has also become an accommodation for passengers.
Overlooking the shores of a lake with black waters, Sola indulges in steaks of sandy lizard meat roasted on rock salt plates to her heart's content.
Enjoy plenty of baths that were more luxurious than before and slip into bed with a hairy kitten.
The next morning, Sola accidentally raised her surprise at the view that opened outside the window.
The marsh of demons, which was mud, mud and mud as far as they could see, had been transformed into a beautiful lake with clear water.
Leaning in the middle of one side of green and blue is Lambmerla, a city with many white spires sticking out.
A number of stone bridges depicting arches are connected from the shore, making it a stunning landscape.
A closer look showed a number of silver dots floating all over the lake.
Looks like a couple of people in a boat are working somewhere nearby.
The city of Lambmerla, with its famous underground prisons and the cathedral of the Temple of Therapy, is now very popular as a tourist and pilgrimage destination.
But there were other great specialities besides that.
It's a silver pumice that lived in the swamps since the days when witches were feared.
Because Shizukuru, which resides in this petal, has the effect of restoring magic, today the demand for magic bottles and magic tanks is becoming more dominant.
Sora wonders if there would have been the bloody efforts and hardships of a number of people behind that gloomy view that turned into a wonderful sight.
For the first time in twenty-five years, our homeland had turned into a wonderful place in everyone's hands.
Sighing from the bottom of his heart, Sola boards the train without greeting her friends, who would be on her busy body.
"I'll be sure to show my face again later, so give me a break, Mr. Lamb, Mr. Cu"
The train, bypassing the wetlands, headed towards the mountains lying north and south.
Of course, a steep mountain climb is impossible for a vehicle that can only proceed on two tracks.
It was the tunnels (tunnels) dug through the mountains that cut the wind and the train headed.
Trains through dim valleys continue to run in a straight line towards a large red river that snakes through the plains.
At first it was thought to be a larger rock standing by the river.
But take him close, and the passengers start making a little noise about the strangeness of the distance.
It's too big.
Assuming it is a single building, it is incredibly tall and wide.
The moment the distance shrunk and became clearly visible, a large crowd rode themselves out the window and cheered orally.
The identity was the armor of an overly gigantic tortoise that was overthrown.
As everyone looks up uniformly at the beauty that reaches to heaven, the train is sucked into the hole where the face of the great turtle would have been in and out.
The interior of Kohlo had become a splendid city.
The stairs and houses line the narrow side of the hard and sturdy interior of the methyl, and there appear to be many more places under construction.
It's a thick chain connected to the pulley, and you can also see a large box-shaped vehicle moving up and down.
There were many places empty in the ceiling where the thorns fell out, and the starry sky-like glow spread directly above them.
These holes have tents attached to them, and they seem to be a mechanism by which they can be pulled and closed when it rains.
The western route of the Magic Tank train was the end of this city of Merlot because the Red River could not just cross.
There is a large inn right from the station building, where the Solas thump on their famous red fish dishes.
"This is, yeah, pretty good to eat"
"Nyah."
"Excuse me, three more plates please!
"Nyao!"
The next day, Sola and the kitten, who crossed to the other shore on a large magic tank ship, switched to the train on the eastern route.
If we get this far, we have one breath to go.
What I saw less than half a day later was a golden island floating in the universe.
It is not exactly an island, but a periphery covered in golden leaves.
The golden tree sprouted from Euril's body had now become a giant tree rushing through heaven.
The diameter of the thick trunk exceeds five hundred steps gracefully.
Built under the umbrella of its branched leaves is the central capital Eural Reel.
The name comes from the real name of the great Holy Tree Euril, but it is also called the Holy Tree Capital or the Golden Capital because of its appearance.
The fact that this city of golden trees has become the political centre of the central country is significant in that we still want to ask for its protection.
I guess the fear of the great holes that have been worn in this land for hundreds of years is not something that can be dispelled in decades or so.
As the passengers become silent about too much grandeur, the city at its root is clearly visible as the train approaches.
White Asian buildings line up without gaps to match the white trunks.
They're not made of wood or stone, they're built with solid white sand.
The fine sand of the torn-wind wilderness is brought here.
The outer periphery had been built many times because of the growing number of inhabitants, and the outermost wall had already protruded out of the branch umbrella.
The train that slips into the station on the outer edge rings the bell of arrival as it clasps the wheel.
Sora jumped out of the passenger car and stretched heavily with the white cat she put on her shoulder.
"Finally, here we are"
"Nyaa!"
"Now, to Mr. Yuryl, how do I get there..."
Looking around, there was a tidy stream of people.
Husbands and merchant-like groups with luggage, people who look like pilgrimages and tourists, people in clothing not included in them, and armed faces similar to Sola's.
There are entrances and exits for each purpose, and they seem to guide us smoothly to commercial and tourist districts, etc.
Sola and the kitten naturally joined the tourist route to the heart of the capital.
Enjoy the town relaxing with sour bread in the stalls along the way with plenty of ham and salted golden leaves, as well as a juice of the specialty freshly squeezed golden fruit.
The waves of more people than all the previous passing cities combined also diminish in number as they approach the center of the capital.
The more luxurious mansions there are going inside, the more they seem to be.
Eventually a line of tourists arrives at a large square.
This place, where you can often look up at the white trunk, seems to be the limit for ordinary people to enter.
Quietly away from those who leaked their exclamation in their mouths, Sora dived into the shadows.
The great saint tree was surrounded by walls that solidified white sand around its roots so as not to get too close.
It has a height of four or five people at the back length of an adult and is not easily overcome first because it has no irregularities.
Soon finding an unpopular place, Sola misses her kitten as she checks her surroundings.
And jumped up lightly on the spot.
But it stalls less than half the height of the fence, and it dares to return to the ground.
It was then that something strange happened.
Sora's body, which was supposed to have landed on the ground, jumped again as if stepping on a spring.
Sola reaches a slightly higher position than earlier.
But still, it still doesn't get over the fence.
Sora's body somehow stayed pitched in the air, just like the arrow tip, the kitten when we met, which was also thought to be a falling statute.
Keep your face flat and let it step out into a space where there is nothing.
Sora gently ascends through the air as if there were an invisible staircase there.
And when I reached the top of the fence, I jumped to the other side.
The roots of the tree seem to be well cleaned.
With a beautiful ground critical with no leaves to fall on, Sola stopped once again pitched.
"Long time no see, Mr. Euril"
Sola, who approached the trunk, gently touched the bark as she lowered the kitten to the ground.
And often I think with a frown root.
"... too big, Mr. Euril. The elements are refreshing. Um, I was wondering if there was anything that might interest you."
Sola, clutching the gosogoso and the backpack, shines her eyes on the stiff feeling she had hidden at the bottom.
It was a small old barrel that was pulled out.
"It's a deposit from Dr. Odle, but in this case, you can't help it."
Unplugging the lid overflows the aromatic, intense aroma of alcohol.
Sounds like a pretty old thing, but Sola swept off to the root of the tree without hesitation.
And now I push my forehead against the trunk, and I get the look of exploring something once again.
Immediately the mouth was loosened all the way to the shiatsu.
"After all, the swallowing place hasn't changed, has Mr. Yuryl? Yeah? Kind of small. I wonder if I can. Okay, < flip >!"
At the next moment, I wondered if there had been a crack in the trunk, and a naked girl rolled out of it.
The girl, who stepped down to the ground to bounce, leans her neck cutely after making her eyes often.
"Oh, is this...?
Clearly white skin and silver hair stretched close to the knee.
Left and right ears pop out long with pointy, besides its back being gray.
And an almost perfectly neat beauty, while leaving some unbearability behind.
If you have all the features so far, you can't go wrong first.
"... Yu, Mr. Yuryl?
"Oh, that voice is Mr. Sola...... right?
They had changed their looks greatly from each other, but a word seemed sufficient.
Sora jumps into momentum inside Yuryl's chest with her arms spread out.
"Mr. Euril......, Mr. Euril!
"Mr. Sola, I see you again. Mr. Sola......"
White hands gently turn on Sola's back, which buries her face in Yuryl's chest.
To that pleasant and nostalgic feeling, Sola shook herself quietly.
"Mr. Sola, you're completely grown up. By the way, how could I...?
"... with my magic trick..., to be able to retrieve the < flip > extremely..., that, only the elements of man..."
Yuryl's hand was gently placed on Sora's head, overflowing with emotions and stuck in words many times.
"You worked hard, Mr. Sola....... thanks. Thank you so much."
My hands stroking my hair come down and I can softly accompany Sola's cheeks.
"So many scratches...... Sounds like you've made me a lot more impotent. I'm sorry, Mr. Sola."
"Don't apologize, Mr. Euril...... Now, just come with me..."
Yuryl, smiling like a Mercy Mother, gently strokes Sola as she whispers many times.
How much I would have remembered this voice and hand that I had carved into my heart on a hard night of all the unpleasant things or when I was unbearably hungry.
A voice falls into Sola's ear as she surrenders herself completely out of her power, inadvertently surprised.
"Oh, oh, oh."
"What's wrong, Mr. Euril? What!"
Sora opens her eyes and hurries to reach for the feel of a sarcasm on her cheek or neck.
What hit my fingertips was my hair, which I shouldn't have stretched all the time.
Plus, it's horribly shiny.
I felt uncomfortable on my face, so when I touched it, the skin firmness was obviously different.
Staring at his hands as serious, he was clearly as young as a teenager with wrinkles and blood vessels disappearing.
"This..."
"Well, maybe it's because there are so many people here. It's like I can suck a lot of life. So..."
"I see. So you were looking so cute"
The unusual magic girl smiled happily wrapped up when Sora took off her coat and handed it to her.
Then it just makes me look a little bumpy.
"I haven't been back to people in a long time, so I still didn't seem to be able to adjust well. So, uh, it's a good idea."
"Sonna. Thor was going to mellow with the charm of a mature woman."
"I'm sorry, hehe. But that tone sounds more like Mr. Sola."
Because of his rejuvenation, language seems to drag him into it too.
Sora, who sighed heavily, took the old blue ribbon out of her backpack and retied her hair.
Euril holds up a kitten that has been thrilled at her ankles, with a nickel and usual grin.
"I thought this was a graduation too. Nah. Oh, yeah, why don't you let Tor put it back"
"Speaking of which, what about you two?
"My magic moves have to be in the same space. So I thought I'd ask Mr. Yuryl to help me. We're still connected by magic, aren't we?
Euril stared back innocently at Sora's gaze full of expectations.
Apparently, he's waiting for the next word.
"... Um, Mr. Euril. Do you still share magic with Tor and the others?
Did the word finally make sense, Yuryl puts down the kitten she was holding and meets Pong and his hand.
"I'm sorry. I was in a tree. It seems like I'm getting a little carried away because of the long time I've had. Uh, I'll be sure soon."
Euril, who often turned his gaze to the sky, eventually leaked his breath as if relieved.
"Yeah, I can feel the magic flow connecting me somewhere far away, like a string. You're safe."
"Good. Ah. So, can you pull it back this way?
"No, when I can't help myself, it's going to collapse. Like this, if it's part of hooking something up..."
"Hook it?"
"Well, I don't know what to say. Mr. Thor and the others are mixed up, and the boundaries are blurred. So if there's something like an easy-to-understand landmark, I think I can handle it..."
"Is it a landmark? Um, ah, how about this!?
What Sora deliberately lifted was a black diamond ring worn on her drug finger.
"Oh, that might be nice."
"Yes, do you have one of Mr. Euril's?
"Wait a minute. But I remember sitting around here..."
As the girl approached, a small uro suddenly appeared on the white trunk of the golden tree.
I plugged my hand in there and was exploring with Mosomoso, but I pulled out my gloves happy to see if they had been found.
The size is slightly extra due to the shrinkage of the body, but Euril, wearing gloves with black diamond, let him proudly put them up.
Sola approaches the ring there and meets lightly.
The attributes of the black diamond are immutable.
Hundreds of years later, there is no change in its clear tone.
"... here we go."
With a temperamental voice, a tremendous magic overflows from Euril's body.
As I echoed it, the branches of the golden tree also began to shake at all costs.
Slowly and slowly, I'm guessing we're handing the Tolls over to this time.
Sweat grains line Yuryl's forehead like balls, and his bright white skin increases redness.
After a few seconds, no dozens of seconds of heavy silence, a clear noise sounded inadvertently from nowhere.
"This!?
"You're Mr. Thor. If this is...!"
A loudly exhaled Euril reached out to the universe to reach out.
Sola, who supports its back, also lifts her hand to lean against it.
Gloves and rings touched each other once in a while and a beautiful sound rang.
And from the void, the exact same sound returns.
"Here it is! Mr. Thor, Mr. Mm!
Along with the girl's cry, the space in front of her shakes heavily and someone's shadow appears abruptly.
Euril tried to rush over with a joyous voice, but she stops with her eyes wide open.
What was there was a strange chunk of something that had lost its color.
There are things that look like limbs, so I can barely tell it's a person.
but its contours are constantly braced, and the shapes are blurry and unclear.
Euril stood in vain at the appearance of an accomplishment that had been crushed by the heavy pressure of time.
"Oh, no..."
"It's okay, I'll take care of it. It's not just the flip. Yeah, if I'm here, I can do anything."
Sola, who held on to Yuryl's shoulder, laughed.
"Sola, be really reliable..."
"Eh heh. Firstly, make sure it's properly < fixed >."
At the same time as the words, the shapes are fixed in an instant when the braces disappear from the bodies of Tor and Moo.
However, its appearance is still lost as melted, and its manhood has barely returned.
"You've got a lot of extra stuff mixed up. Then < erase >. So, only < reproduce > the person!
I wondered if Tor's appearance had scratched off, and the next moment, standing there were two people who had not changed everything from twenty-five years ago.
Tor looks up all the time in front of the breathtaking Solas.
Seriously, look at the women, then take your gaze off and look up at the giant tree beside you.
And as he turned again to Sora and Euril, he opened his mouth scratching under his chin.
"I'm home."
"Oh, hey, hey, hey!
Sola, who ran out of words to the end because of tears that cut the weir, jumps into Thor's arms.
And Moo, who slept well, hit his lumpy head.
"Nah!"
To a child who opened his eyes in surprise, now Euril jumped.
The four of us stay together and screw up with each other.
Moo hung up when he cried, laughed and stubbornly cheeked for a while as it was.
"No more, what! What, already!
If I thought I'd said goodbye, somehow I'd be reunited soon enough to mention that I'm even younger than Euril.
Besides, it's a strange place that grew up to a big tree, and there's no reason to be confused.
"Oh, I'm sorry, Moo."
"You don't know why, just now!
"It's me, Yuryl. Look, don't you recognize me?
"You-ba-chan, you were fuzzier!
"Hey, Sola. What's wrong with this kid? Here, come on, Chichichichichichichichichichichichichichichichichichichichichichichichichichichichichichichichichichichichichichichichichichichichichichi
"Tho, now is not the time!
"Shh, sorry."
Moo, completely obstinate and pointy in his lips, Sora grinned from the bottom of her heart.
I've been, I've been, I've been waiting for this moment.
I'm younger than I was when we met, but Euril is laughing gently at me to wrap it up.
The real Tor was a hundred times more male than the Tor we met many times in our dreams.
Bright and energetic Moo remains bright and energetic after all.
"And now, if I could have decided to meet him more coolly, I wouldn't have complained."
Thor shakes his neck to the side to deny Sora, who groaned in mockery.
"No, I was most happy, Sola."
"Really? Maybe I fell back in love?
To that inquiry, Thor just made me laugh loosening my cheeks.
Moo rolls to the ground and gets angry at the way the two stare at each other.
"If you're already flirting, it's not ai! Moo's stomach, it's so heavy!
"I'm sorry, I forgot. I brought you a proper treat. Wait a minute."
Apologizing, Sola hurriedly took the plate out of her backpack and handed it to the three of them.
Except there's nothing on it.
Before the empty plate, Moo's words became colder than ice.
"As for Sola Nei's shin anymore, she stuck to the thorax. [incomprehensible]
"Stay put. Go,!"
At the next moment, on a plate held by a child, suddenly a bright red fish stew appeared.
Moo makes the purple eyes patchy so that the hot air rises as if they were freshly made.
"It's a specialty dish from the Red River. Come on, enjoy it."
"Sola Nei, suki!
Moo, having his fork handed to him, hits the fish with joy.
Tor looked at Sora with a surprised face as she smiled and stared at Moo's plenty of food.
"What's that...?
"Yes, and Tor, please. I wonder if Yuryl would like this one."
On Tor's plate, a stew with vegetables and meat gobbling around.
A bright red soup appears on Euril, without any foretaste.
"Enna's special rabbit meat stew and straw specialty red turnip soup."
"Oh, that's a nostalgic flavor. Yeah, it's delicious."
"... delicious"
After a bite, Thor asked Bosoli.
"How many years did it take? Sola."
"Hmm, exactly twenty-five years."
"Right,... right. Thank you, Sola."
"No, you're welcome. It was worth the effort, Tor."
Cuisine and alcohol from one place to another < reproduce > and a fun banquet begins.
Starting with the story of Sola's twenty-five years of wandering life, the situation in each country and the changes that have taken place in the central country are also crushed.
Full of hunger, Moo was hanging out with the kitten along the way.
"What is the Great Yingjie Memorial? It's not a pattern that can be festived."
"I was scattered, I was taken care of, so that's enough"
"Mr. Yuryl, you're totally treating me like a god. Oh, that said, I saw it, a statue of a strazine-like in Stra's own country. There was really about fifty times that."
"That's above all. I'm glad I recommended it."
"Oh, I remember. I heard in the port town of Stra that we found a bigger island to the west. Because it's a continent. Some of them looked like monsters."
"Well, it's funny to be an adventurer again in the New World."
"I'm interested in explorers."
"Moo, like Daddy, wants to try Sora Tong!
Euril, hearing the words, stands up with a gavel.
"Oh, I totally forgot again. Mr. Mum left something for you."
"Yo, Yu Ba-chan"
"Yeah, you'd be surprised."
Saying so, Euril gently slapped her hand to call something with an overhead peripheral hanging.
Then the branches shake heavily and a black mass pops up.
Moo shouted loudly at the familiar figure coming down with wings on the universe.
"Ku, kurosuke!
"Oh, come on. Isn't it something big?
Sora's point was also the best.
The bugs that fit in the palm were now bigger than Moo's.
Euril is good at explaining the giant calluses that have come down to the ground.
"Every year, when I divided the fruits of the golden tree and the power of life, he grew up like this."
"Are raspberries that long lived?
"No, it's my first ear too..."
"Kurosuke, are you going to put Moo on me!?
Placing two adults face-to-face, the child spanned the backs of an exasperated crease.
And at the same time the wings opened, they were naturally bounced off.
"Phew!
A rash flying around worrying about my husband rolling on the ground, but I held Moo's body in disappointment with six legs wondering if he had accidentally plummeted.
Keep rising high in the sky.
Moo is exposed to the air while being caught by a rash bug.
Looking around, the child was excited and shouted once again.
"This is it!
Thor nodded contentedly as he looked up at Moo flying around the perimeter with the calves.
The beginning was a hard and painful one.
But the life of Thor's adventurer, supported by many, undergoes a great turn in the twenty-fifth year.
A faceless child who lived with a wildcat in an alley to a resurrected childhood tame girl.
And he adds the old lady of the rejuvenated landlord to his companion, and the sight in front of Thor widens, as every narrow day until then is a lie.
The combination of a lady and a butler who jumped in like a storm and had her highly-declared rivalry.
Men who are painful but deserving to love to change the hunting grounds of a river filled with breath.
Boys and girls admiring Tor and growing up little by little.
Those encounters gave Tor one new stimulus after another.
In the torn wind wilderness, the next hunting ground, Thor meets an old friend.
I can show off the harsh life of a former friend who lost his wife, but what was behind the sandstorm was a glimmer of hope.
Tor lays his own companions on the appearance of a family united by a strong bond.
And at the bottom of the land where the abominable ants nest, thoughts spoken by dying friends.
The girls who went along were taught the mindset of those who would take the lead.
At the same time, Thor found out about the pain expected around him and the comfort of responding to it.
Thors that keep moving forward, but finally a big wall stands up.
It's a legendary monster that lives in the back of the swamp.
Fear, fear, fear. Thor, but regain the heart to challenge with the support of his companions.
Thor defeats the immense threat and finally reaches the underground prison leading to Yingjie.
Even then, in the vortex of critical battles, we see that various thoughts arise.
Returning to his hometown, Thor decided to be ready for one, knowing the future ahead of him, which sealed the Great Pit hole.
Trying to help this world where everyone lives.
And accomplished it.
So what should we do next?
I don't even have to answer.
Thor's eyes watermark the golden leaves and are directed further afield.
The brilliance also seemed to bless me on the way forward.
"All right, let's go too."
"Did you decide where you were going? Thor."
"Oh, everywhere"
The activity of a large number of adventurers gave birth to a country that enjoyed hundreds of years of tranquillity in the land.
The name of that country, which is deeply engraved in people's memories, is Tor New Central State.
This is such a story of one man scratching his feet trying to save childhood and finally saving the world as well.
The rest of it, sometime again.