Chapter 1985: 1985 5

On that day, the wildflowers were attacking the village where the disturbance was taking place.

Obstruction "Lambudori" is abbreviated as indiscriminate and refers to the act of soldiers plundering people and objects after a war. And there is a lot of confusion between the wild and the wild.

It is not uncommon for them to have a group of wild bastards in disturbance, but they were quite different in colour. Because it is not just the villagers, but also the soldiers who aggressively attack them. It's not a fallen warrior hunt. It is being plainly attacked by soldiers of the army who won the war.

"Then it's not a monster!

An innumerable number of blue-white flame-bearing beacons fly and strike at the soldiers. Attacks by witchcraft - this will put soldiers in a state of confusion for the most part, whether they are soldiers in the war. The wildflatters storm with that gap. This is their must-win pattern.

First kill the troublesome soldiers first. The villagers were also afraid of witchcraft, but only attacked soldiers in such a way as to fight wildfire when they saw the soldiers of the enemy country who were attacking them were killed by wildfire.

But the wildfire is never on the villagers' side. On the contrary, it is an enemy. After all the soldiers have died, it is the turn of a moderately reduced number of villagers.

"Uh-oh!

A villager with his arm slashed screams. It stopped where the sword devoured to the bone.

(Unconscious......)

Tired of eating a sword down the villager's arm, thinking he had committed an aberration, pulled out the sidelines and pierced the villager's dovetail.

"Tired, poke as much as you can. Poke it and kill it. If you just slash it, your sword will go crazy right away. If you poke me, it's better than killing me. It depends, of course."

"Yes."

Professed by your head, Tired replies with a bounced voice.

"Looks like that's the struggle over there. Tired, go get him."

"Yes."

Tired of being instructed by your head and heading to a struggling spot on your side.

In front of a tired look, one of my people is slaughtered and killed by a villager. I don't think I went there in person in time, and I do the procedure.

"Bad Cause, Bad Cause, Big Rebellion."

When tired cast a spell and put his hands forward, a black runoff was released from his ragged hand, grinding away the two villagers. Although it is a fancy witchcraft, it also had the effect of stopping the momentum by stirring up the villagers who saw it. Of course I'm tired of putting that in my calculations and aiming.

"Hino."

In front of a villager who lost his hips, he gets tired.

"This is surrender. Help me with all my life..."

Villagers who shudder and beg for their lives. You don't have to kill me if this happens. I'd rather not kill him.

Surviving villagers are kept alive as much as possible in order to sell them off as slaves, but they may also be used for other purposes. This is your experimental bench for the development of new witchcraft.

But...

"Geez! Oh, you ghost... cursed... Ro..."

A villager with his throat pounded tirelessly leaves behind words of resentment and breathes out as he blows a bubble of blood.

Tired had seen the villager kill his people. I couldn't care less if I didn't kill him.

Eventually all the villagers surrendered. And then it's time for some fun looting and abuse. It's a very, very fun and lovely time for them.

Next door to offending his favorite daughter, Tired was also offending his young daughter. Tired particularly preferred his little daughter to himself.

It's not like there was no guilt at all for these acts in the midst of exhaustion. But I was trying not to be conscious. Cruel pleasure prevailed over guilt. Above all, there was a strong sense of wanting to be with your head, which justified it above all.

The wild bastards who finished their abuse. Take a breather here, but not all of their work has yet been done. I have to go sell the goods and the villagers after this. Yoshiyoshi is in charge around here.

"I told your head. The truth is, your head should be in charge so there's no deception. Then the guy in charge told me this." I don't care how much you leave me alone, you do it ". Your head is for the study of surgery, and you want to make your own time. The vessel is huge, it's a big mess, I don't know..."

Five hundred years later Tired thinks the massive mess around here was taken over even by reincarnation.

Even though Nofuseki said he had entered the break, Mioto entered the village's largest house, quickly using the villagers as an experimental bench and taking on the production and research of new techniques.

"Let it out. Now that I've got a clear head, I'm a great candidate for neo-art research. It's not that easy to make a new technique. But it feels so much easier to make living humans into experimental benches."

A villager who was bare and bitten of a monkey monkey and put to sleep in a large letter, bound his hands, feet and torso, stabbed with a needle all over his body, his belly mutilated and his organs exposed. While performing the task of engraving the curse directly on the organ with the cutting-edge of the dagger, your head said consciously of the tiredness behind you.

The villagers were crying and desperate. There's no point in desperate boredom. Because of the disappointing and strictly tied up, I can barely take physical movement.

Tired, I was reading a book. He tells you to absorb knowledge, so you follow his instructions. I was originally born in the Wujia family, and I was still tired of studying there, and I have no resistance to studying.

"All right, let's make it dinner"

Shortly before the sun went down, your head, who separated himself from the study of the new art of human experimentation, called out to the tiredness of reading the book. About four villagers are already out of breath with the contents of their bodies exposed. There is an awesome smell of blood, but we are both used to this smell, so I don't think anything about it.

The wildflowers were due to stay in the village for a while. They don't stay very long, but they also have a desire to stay calm in a place where they can calm down if possible.

Let the villagers cook rice, and eventually more and more noise begins. Some people drink, sing, dance, and go to hold a woman again.

Tired didn't drink, but only enjoyed the atmosphere. It was sweet and considerate. But the tired face gets worse.

Stabbing killer. That wasn't directed at me, but I felt tired clearly.

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Tired rises.

Arrows fired more than rear. It was aimed at your head. Tired pulls out the knife and plays the arrow.

"Hmm......"

Your head laughs. Apparently, you noticed, and I don't think you had to protect yourself. I thought you could afford it.

"Hey, no, capture the guy who just shot the arrow."

A drunk Yoshiyoshi commands with his uncircumcised mouth. Tired without alcohol rushed off.

I saw my head in the bush. And I saw him run through the bushes into the woods. A child. A child two or three years younger than tired.

The child fled desperately but was eventually caught up in exhaustion. He gets tired of jumping from behind, gets his hips taken and falls to the front glance.

He is dragged out of time and pulled out before the wildflowers are present. The child possesses a bow and arrow.

"You're not hungry in this village, are you?

Look at the child, your head says.

"I'm not hungry. There's a name for" meal two. "

Despite this situation, the child calls himself grand without cowering.

"I've been after you. My mother and sister have been caged by you. Both my father and brother were killed. But I failed. Come on, kill him."

Your head smiled as Meal II threw up in a yake-fucking mood.

"Let him go."

"Are you sure?

In the words of your head, Yoshiyoshi gives a voice with a mixture of surprise and awe.

"That's unusual. For what reason?

"I liked the eyes. And I like the mighty hungry."

When I was tired, your head answered.

"I'm gonna make you regret missing me!

Shouted with remorse, Meal II fled from the spot.

"Oh, please."

Weird squealing head.

"Hey, I thought you were gonna dig that kid, too, because it's about your head."

Yoshiyoshi says.

"You idiot. I like my eyes, but I don't like my face, and I'm tired, so the guy's on time."

To the words of your head, tiredness seems to stink and smiles with joy.

(Oh, you should kill him properly. The next time you come... and I'll kill you if you didn't notice)

Seeing the rear of Meal Two, which quickly became smaller, Yoshiyoshi thought.

"No, you, you stretched your back. How old are you this year?

Your head turns to the tired and asks.

"To the Twelve...... now. When I met your head, it was before ten."

"Right. It's been over two years since I met you."

"Two and a half years."

"Right. You're early."

When your head smiles nostalgic, you hold a tired body.

"It's been a very intense two and a half years for me."

I looked up at your head up close, and Tired said with love and gratitude.

"Heh, so am I. I've had a lot of fun since you got here. I didn't think we'd be able to pack drills together as magicians. And nightly bedding fun."

You look tired when you say that.

"I'm going to tear up all the books this day."

His head whispered in his tired ear.

"I'm on the greedy side. I want to do everything I want. We have a greater power to do that. We need to be more powerful sorcerers. Tired, stay beside me and watch me take the heavens."

Magnificent ambition. But Tired believed this word at this time. I never doubted it. I believed you could do it, and my chest was getting hot.

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