Chapter 6: 6 5 Two Returns

Five.

Shortly after he screams at the black mass that rapidly packs his time, four unlucky, fast-paced hobgoblins dance through the universe in a thousand cuts.

Ten succeeding hobgoblins, who were shown so in front of him, also rolled down the ground and clouded their eyes as they bounced and flew, sprinkling fluid and organs with a single wave of a black sword, faster than making the minimal decision to set up.

Dark Knight captures the last group of platoons, including arch goblins.

Arch goblins that raise their agitated mixed voices while sounding a dull metal sound have slow feet due to heavy loading, but that much endurance. Five particularly clever bodies among hobgoblins work their wits without trying to flock around such archgoblins to increase their own survival.

But it is only a foolishness to the armored spirits who conceive the intention of killing in front of them. If we wanted to survive, we had to run in the opposite direction to the confronted moment.

The Black Knight, who has not even dusted off his momentum, wipes out the last group in a misguided manner.

That was just a flash of events. The hobgoblins will become meat chunks without even knowing what happened, and instead of armor they will be entangled in death.

In the end, it wasn't just bad luck for the Hobgoblins who were fast legged. The ultimate simple conclusion is that all Goblin's luck has been exhausted, viewed as enemies (...) to the despair here.

"Dude, you're lying..."

"Captain... what the hell is that?"

Glia and the others have both eyes open to the momentary tragedy that has unfolded in front of them, and have also stood forgetting to kill the signs.

But a black knight who kicked a platoon of goblins hadn't stopped moving. As if to shake off Glaia's thoughts, he walks straight to the fort with momentum.

The fort of Goblin, with its impending black blade of murder, finds itself in a state of panic, showing absolute death in front of its eyes. The goblins, who have become like this, were left with nothing but the role of another wreck coloring the stage.

The two separate teams that were waiting on the cliff could not move in the tragedy that was unfolding under their eyes, just staring and breathtaking.

They're knights. I am proud of my arm for cutting through several battlefields. I've felt terrified of demons I've ever met with them like that. But with pride, he stood up to his chest with courage and won.

Fear knows better than anyone that it can be overcome.

But even such a fierce warrior shook his heart at the fear unleashed by the black reaper beneath his eyes.

I don't want to stand before that. Such desperate fear grips my heart and puts my finger on it to pride.

It was no longer a fear, it was a curse.

Just standing in front breaks my heart, just looking at the sword stops me from hope, and the shaking black flame dyes the light of life to death.

But there was no need for the knights to get their hands on it. Because the Goblin troops had no resistance, no escape, and the only sword they could wield was to change their march to the bottom of Nara.

After completing his fulfillment, Dark Knight returns to Mira's place as a black mist. At the same time, the knights appeared in fear as they stood from their surroundings and began to form formations to inspect the fortifications.

"What is this again?"

A line of glaia walks out of the grove toward the fort on guard of its surroundings. As soon as he joins the other troops, he receives reports of the complete extermination of the Goblin from the troops who have checked to see if there are any remnants behind the fort.

The Knights Line and Mira are walking out to Lunatic Lake, the capital of the Kingdom of Alkite.

The subject of the knights laughing bitterly at the bottom of their hearts to reassure them that Dark Knight was not an enemy was about Mira's strength out of common sense, either naturally or as a matter of course.

"No, I didn't know it was that strong."

We didn't make it.

"I was wondering what would happen for a while, but it made me feel pretty much better. Mira is amazing."

"You're so cute."

"You..."

"No, the... what the hell"

"But with all this strength, I wonder why no one knows."

"Yeah, right. If you were an adventurer, you'd be about the same as Red Lotus Scorched Earth Kazali, Hot Hammer Fist Genji or something?

"No, no, it won't even be a legend class on a boulder"

"I don't know."

"Do you ever get that kind of bucket wheeled up?"

"Must be."

Hahahahahahaha! and while there is a lot of talk around about Mira, the person of the day is talking about Glaia and the current situation in the country.

The information Mira has obtained is that the Kingdom of Al Qaeda is currently absent eight of the nine Elders, who are the guardian of the country, and that the deputies are partitioning each tower. And it was the fact that Dumblev wasn't the only one who disappeared thirty years ago.

Less than a year after that date, all nine Elders were no longer there than the Silver Tower, but the story is that one of them, the master wizard, Luminaria of Natural Disasters, suddenly returned ten years after his disappearance.

It was kept secret in the upper echelons of the country, but it seems that it was officially announced as the disappearance of Elder based on Luminaria's prophecy. Until then, Elder was represented by some of Elder's aides and tower researchers who were particularly competent, but the difference in character from their predecessors nevertheless seemed to be significant, and the limits had come for them to assume their responsibilities.

Mira also said that when she called the chronology from the menu and confirmed the statement twenty years ago, she did announce the disappearance of Elder by the Kingdom of Alkite.

Eldar Luminaria. This name also sounds familiar to Mira.

He is one of my best friends who has been incisive as a magician class since the beginning of the Arch Earth Online official service.

A noticeable nose that makes the long hair as bright as a rose feel the strength of the will, looks like a model long and rich breasts. That's a good looking look for everyone to look at.

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A being that embodies a man's paranoia, that's what Mira knows about Luminaria. And because the person inside (the player) was a man, I could talk casually, but it was new to my memory that I felt uncomfortable during the conversation.

The luminaria also says that she had disappeared but suddenly returned twenty years ago.

The situation that he disappeared thirty years ago is the same as that of Dumblrf. In other words, Luminaria, the player, disappeared at the same time as Dumblrf, the player, but appeared again.

It's not the same time of year, but you can tell me that Dumblev showed up again after he disappeared, too. Though it looks different.

Behind Mira's brain, the next move is made. A Luminaria in the same situation as myself is likely to be someone Mira knows and a player. Maybe if we talk, we'll find out something.

The destination is Silverhorn, the heavenly city of the Kingdom of Alkite, with a series of silver towers. It is the land where all the demons of the continent gather and the greatest military power of the kingdom of Al-Qaeda.

Continue along a forest path sandwiched by forests and eventually reach a second-hand divided branch. Go left to Lunatic Lake, capital of the Kingdom of Alkite, and go right to Silverhorn, your destination.

Well, then, be careful and go home.

"That's our line, I'd say, but Lord Mira has more strength. I can't say."

Ha-ha-ha. Laughing out loud, he strokes Mira's head as she bashes. Mira looks at the strain on her neck and says, "Why don't you treat me like a child?" The knights around them looked smiling at such an exchange.

"It's a special request for this reward, but not through the union, so when you're done with your errands, visit me at Lunatic Lake. Let's talk to the guards."

"Well, I'll let you visit me when I'm free."

"Oh, I'm waiting for you."

Saying so, the Knights go the way to the left, and Mira goes the way to the right.

Zhu begins to mix in the blue sky peeking from the gap in the perimeter. Check the current time from the menu floating in the space, it's just past 5: 00 PM.

If you remember correctly, the distance to Silverhorn is about an hour's walk from the divide, but not half the journey has yet come. That's simply because Mira kept stopping by, though.

He was observing the butterfly inhaling the nectar of the flowers intriguingly closely, or he was digging back into the ground to draw his face to the blemishes that came out.

That and the tiredness I never felt before in the game have pinched several breaks.

When Mira closed the menu, she remembered an apple pie that she left in the item box saying she was hungry. When you touch the icon of an item in the box with your fingertips, the small icon becomes enlarged with an entity and appears in your palms as it swells to a size that can be considered to be large in size.

Mira stares as she narrows her eyes at the sole on her palm. That apple pie is a substitute that's already been in the item box for a week. It was created thirty years ago when I followed the current notation rather than the physical sensation, but I don't see any abnormality in the appearance.

If you move the tip of that little nose closer even with a little hesitation, the sweet scent of vanilla beans spreads through your nostrils and at the same time your stomach makes a loud noise.

Mira never opens her mouth wide enough to cling to the apple pie. At the same time the crisp texture, apple acidity and sweetness filled the mouth and clearly stimulated the taste.

Then I open the item box again, and now I take out the apple ole. It's not an exaggeration to say that everyone in the magician class is always prepared, a drink that will increase the MP recovery rate with apples added to the milk.

Mouth a yellowish white liquid with a sweet aroma of apples.

"It's good..."

Unexpectedly leaks thoughts. The two foods in my mouth have nothing wrong with texture, good taste, good throat throat. On the other hand, I've never eaten anything called apple pie before, Mira, but I'm even impressed with my first taste at how delicious it was. Apple ole, etc. was a substitute that I had never seen in real life, but it tasted sweet, good flavor and good Mira's taste.

Mira exhales "Phew," looking up at the sky and slowly flowing clouds and feeling the world all over her body.

Taste of apple pie and apple ole that is inversely proportional to the feeling of the wind shaking your hair, the aroma of a pale nose, and the moderate fatigue you visit in proportion to exercise.

A wide variety of realities even if no is felt in response. Once we have all this circumstantial evidence, the more we try to understand the current situation carefully, the less we can think of outside of reality.

So Mira gives the first answer.

Let's act on the premise that this is real. Even if it wasn't the same, it would just be a joke. Then there is no problem. But if it fits, if we can't deal with it before it becomes irrevocable, something could be too late. If he dies, he could really die, and if he kills him, he might never get up again. If you abandon someone in crisis, a bad sleeping ending may await you.

First, as one person living in this world, once again deciding to meet a luminaria who may know something is the top priority, we return our gaze to the end of the forest path and move on.

It appeared in front of Mira at the end of the arrow when she felt that the fatigue was taking too long to actually walk.

The saliva drips from the canine teeth that protrude sharply into the gray body. Mira looks familiar to the way she roars low and slowly approaches her prey.

This monster is the first hurdle for beginners, called the Saberdog.

Few players are bitter juiced because of their quick moves and high offense power.

The neighborhood was the territory of this Serverdog. There is no one around, only a weak girl walks on a forest road far from the city by herself. This is so stupid that it can no longer be considered an act of suicide.

Whoever it is, you won't be able to judge Mira's strength by her appearance alone. At best, I can only deduce from being in a robe to being a magician. But whether you're a magician or not, the contents are still a developing girl, if there was an adventurer who had passed by, ten or eighty-nine would have jumped in between.

That's how it looks in the eyes of a serverdog. I decided I was weak from that little body.

A monster named Saberdog is more than a meter long and is a dangerous opponent if not even an adult ready.

A hunter with a killing affair in his eyes carefully packs an intermission with the idea of letting his corner prey escape.

Mira stuck her right hand out to such an opponent. And the moment I used my skills with the same feeling I had before, Saberdog's eyes stained with the obvious color of fear, but the next time its body pulls as if something had collided to blossom a large red circle in the trees at the rear.

Saberdog is less of an opponent than a junior monster, or hobgoblin, when he rushes out. What Mira did was the early fairy art [fairy art/heaven: shockwave] of a second class fairy magician. It's just a technique of flying and attacking shockwaves forward, but when exercised by Mira or so masters, it is a technique that will lightly wipe out small lives.

"Doesn't sound like a problem."

Mira could have used summoning, so I just tried using fairy arts for experimentation and all. And that experiment gave me the certainty that I could use my skills with the same feeling as previous games.

Mira, who had paid a great deal of the firepowder that would come down, hastened ahead without looking back.

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