4 Episode IV: Camp

At the edge of the Great Curse, where the Dark Elves were entering and creating a temporary camp, death was quietly about to come.

Are there about five hundred people? Most women and children, few men.

When it comes to the only thing they have in common that is solidified in one place so as to stand together, it is that everyone is badly manicured and the colour of despair floats in their eyes.

Sometimes I hear a baby crying, but even that eventually gets much thinner and disappears.

I don't have the strength to cry through it.

Even the baby is in such a situation. Everyone was no longer close to the limit.

But fate seems to favour a dramatic development, and finally a change has been made in this situation.

A relatively healthy woman who was caring for a sick person feels uncomfortable.

It smells strange.

No, it clearly smelled like food. It also smells intensely sweet.

I guess there's something else I noticed.

At the same time, the sound of tearing the trees apart from the distance rings.

A group that gets noisy in the eye. The presence they've been waiting for, the warrior chief who entrusted his destiny with a brilliant mission?

What I had given up half of it was about to become a reality.

"We're back now! Look! I've found food!

And miracles happen.

Receive food to take away from the great warriors whose faces were misrepresented as the dead.

"Get me a pot! Prepare your meal! Where's the sick guy or the guy whose condition is not good!? Let him eat this fruit!

It gets noisy all at once. Each one enters the task so as to squeeze the slight remaining energy.

He who prepares the pot, he who prepares the water, he who kindles the fire, he who hastily takes the fruit he receives to the sick.

Food is still packed in the hemp bag I took.

He looked at them with a stunned look as they rolled out, but he didn't have time to be surprised, and he made up what each should do.

In conclusion, the population of critical situations safely crossed that line.

Some were in critical condition, but it seems like the Warrior Chiefs were one step ahead in bringing back food and they're going to manage.

For the first time in a long time, everyone has a joyful look on their face.

Full of overflowing food. There is too much for everyone to fill their bellies.

Where did you get so much food? How much hunger, shouldn't we save a little more and eat?

A questionable, magnificent woman asked the warrior chief, but for some reason he was vaguely deluded, and only at all times was the question scratched away by the desire to satisfy hunger and the superb meal he experienced for the first time.

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By the time it had been a few minutes, the noise had finally subsided.

The excess food was carefully divided and is now stored under strict vigilance.

Most people sleep as if they were at last relieved or dead by their bellies being filled, and only the sound of patchy and cracking firewood (stirrups) under an empty pot adds color to a quiet night.

Hungry, they got temporary food and survived a desperate night when they couldn't cross it.

Finally, I was able to make my way to the world of dreams without spending a hungry and sleepless night.

But most people sleep on a quiet night, and some have their eyes open.

A short distance from the camp, Warrior Chief Gear sat beside a small firewood, silently looking at the starry sky visible from the gaps in the trees.

"Thank you for your hard work today."

"Mortar, old man. How about you act like one of your countrymen?

It was the ancient, longest-lived, sage Mortar known as the Dark Elf, who led this group, who soared from the midst of trees where the lights of fire could not reach.

He walks loosely on his wand with a body like a dead branch, pinching firewood and sitting directly in front of Warrior Chief Gear.

Contrary to its slightly slender body, he answered Gear's question with a voice caged in strength and majesty.

"We're all going to have a swollen stomach and get some sleep. I also brought back those twins who were in terrible condition. The fruit you brought back is amazing. I'm sure I've lived a long time, but I've never even seen it."

Keep your eyes quiet and think back to what happened today.

It was exactly the day I deserved to call Rage Tao.

A glimmer of light brought to them that seemed hopeless. Gear, who returned with words of hope, had brought too much food to fill everyone's bellies.

Never heard of it, never seen it, and most importantly, brought back delicious food by the horrible time.

"Oh, I've spoken a little too - that's excellent. I've never known such good fruit in this world."

Confirming that the meal had gone to all the compatriots we had arrived with, Gear finally laid his mouth on the apple that was nearby.

He will never forget the moment.

Intense sweetness that can overflow in your mouth along with sneezing and petty sounds.

Fruit juice that overflows like a source every time you bite it off.

I found my strength filled with rest in my body that dried to karakara. Even the expression heavenly is raw.

Exceeded the scope of common sense. There was a true joy there that satisfied the root desire of the organism to eat.

Yes, it was an unthinkable event in common sense.

"............... what happened?

Gear pierced his silence a lot.

I didn't have a choice not to tell you, but I couldn't find a word on what to explain.

Because it was too unrealistic an event, and above all because there was still a fear that somewhere in my mind I was being fooled by that being.

Did old Mortar also spot his grid, waiting for words without doing anything to hasten it?

He perceived that he had taken more trouble than he could have imagined from the way Gear pierced his silence with a terrible face, and decided that he should not be forced to question him.

It can't be a glimmer.

Is it a problem that you can overcome with your own knowledge and experience? Old Mortar quietly decides to be ready.

But the words old Mortar had heard were superior to his imagination.

"Behind the woods, I met a legacy being"

Pickle and. White, long brows swayed.

There are a variety of inherited beings. Some are good, some are naturally bad.

Some are friendly to human species such as humans, elves, and others are hostile.

That is the only kind of inheritance, but the only thing in common is that all of it is powerful.

This is a cursed forest that no one visits, the Great Curse Realm.

Old Mortar prays in his heart that his anxiety will not become a reality.

"What inheritance? Is that what you know?

"Sure my men said it, but a presence sealed in the Great Curse Realm? Or something."

"You met the king of ruin!?

I was dazzled.

Anxiety was at stake.

A giant statue traveling. Living sea. Messengers from Dimensions. Automatic torture machine.

Of the inheritance that remains, it attracted the most dangerous and the most terrifying.

He manages to keep calm by mobilizing the experience he has developed over the years, even in such situations, as he sees his teeth in the never-ending ordeal to which his own race is subjected.

"You know what, old Mortar?

"It remains partly in old literature and heritage. When the world is saturated, the king of ruin appears. Destroy all things and start all over again. True or false is unknown, but you can't even stop lying.... Is that what you named yourself?

There is not so much inheritance about the king of ruin.

It's sealed in this great curse world, or it's coming from nowhere, that it's already destroyed by God? Some of the inheritance that exists is also fragmented.

It is only consistent that it is just intended to destroy the world.

"I haven't heard the name. I didn't name him. But the king of ruin... it was certainly a horror worthy of that name"

"You had a conversation with the king?

"No, the king... wasn't much like our understanding. But there was a girl to follow. The man supplemented the king's words to some extent."

Gear recalls.

Who was that girl? But I can definitely say that I didn't bring the girl there.

That's a demon. A pure demon.

She alone brings a crisis to the world. It was just haunting the darkness that I could assure you so.

dull ash hair. Clothing with a twisted design. White skin like a dead man.

And his eyes darkened as if he hated everything in the world.

He remembered when the girl stared at him, trembling small.

"I don't know if that being that you had is the king of ruin. But it's definitely not a good one. I can tell because my stomach is full and my mana is recovering a little. This forest is unusual. Maybe we should have noticed sooner."

They could have avoided this if they had realized the danger of this forest sooner.

You could have chosen a place not to run into them, even if you were to enter the Great Curse Realm.

But reality didn't.

It didn't, so the crisis came before them.

It's coming and it's about to bring disaster.

"What did you offer to pay for the food?

"I'm not offering anything. I was just given food unilaterally."

"Well, what evil beings give you at no cost?"

"I don't know. We were just asked and told about our own situation. That's all."

Then why did the king of ruin act like that?

The time has come for silence.

I didn't even understand the gear. At least I thought a completely different law was moving from the common sense he had cultivated so far.

Bad beings hate everything that is raw.

Hate, but therefore never act to the benefit of a raw being.

If, as an exception, a contract exists using a price of some kind. And if you're trying to set a trap...

However, Gear was thinking something completely different. I believed in another possibility.

That is why, with the anxiety that he might be deceived, he conveyed the thoughts he felt on the words to the old man with the dead branches.

"Mercy."

"Mercy...... you say?

Mortar An alert appears in his old eyes.

It is no longer close to hostility, in fact he puts his hands on a cane placed on the ground so that Gear does not understand him.

"Oh, mercy. He sympathized with our situation and gave us charity."

"You. Did you just say 'that one'? Have you been humiliated?

"No, it's not!

"Then why throw up paranoia about 'that one' and so on! That's a word of respect!"

Anger explodes. The old Mortar wand left the ground and was stuck in gear.

He's an old, war-torn magician, and it would be quicker for him to unleash his magic than Gear, the warrior chief, to jump away.

But even though Gear's own death is right there, he returns his words to an angry magician without cowering.

"That one! You gave it to me! Hungry for us! You deserve respect!

"But the other person is evil! Don't you feel the ruin of this forest!?

"What does that have to do with anger?! That one called us' poor 'hungry. That's the truth!

"No deception! Try to make it sound like you have a bad ear!

"Bye! So what was I supposed to do!? This is how we can use our wasted power in contention, because it fills our bellies better!

With that word, the question, which also resembled a curse, came to an end.

Old Mortar understood that at last. What would have happened if the king of ruin hadn't given him charity, etc......

However, anxiety and fear led to a future surrounded by unobtrusive darkness that dramatically elevated him.

And at the same time, we finally admitted here that we no longer had but to go forward, leaving only the way to negotiate with the king of ruin and thoughtful beings.

I had to admit.

"Hey, old Mortar. What should I have done...?

"I don't even know that..."

The answer to the small, whining question as tired was also a plundering voice, nowhere before majestic to them.

Nobody knew what to do.

I couldn't do anything about it, so I had to accept the reality in front of me.

That was just it.

"I'm sorry about that, brave tribal warrior Gear. You've done well."

Gear received that apology by nodding small.

He also had a good understanding of how heavy the pressure felt by those leading the tribe as candidates for the next subdivision chief.

"Negotiations with the King are conducted by Washi as the head of the tribe. I don't know what he's thinking, but he's still alive for 200 years. Let's do something about it."

"Please."

This is how the discussion ended.

Only the sound of patsy and firewood exploding gently envelops the two of us.

"When will I and the others be able to spend the night in peace..."

There is plenty of food that the king has casually produced.

Less than 10% of what I took home as long as I could, and my girlfriend told me to take the rest home as soon as possible.

I'll have to go see him soon, even the next day.

Gear tells the chief about it and discusses some future policies.

The King of Destruction, written in the Heritage. At least, evil enough to convince you that it is.

Old Mortar looked at the stars floating in the night sky so as to hold back the sentiment of fear he had long forgotten.

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On the other hand, it is about that time.

Mortar Olds A Being Feared By Dark Elves, The King Of Ruin Says......

"Takudo, take a seat! Why did you use your magic without it -!!

"So, because I felt sorry for him, I..."

"It's not!!

"Hih!!

He was in the midst of being preached its wastage to his own subordination.

= Eterpedia = = = = = = = = = =

[Dark Elves] Race

Race Correction

Forest Bonus + 15%

Dark vision bonus + 5%

Cold Air Resistance Bonus + 10%

Reproductive Power Bonus - 5%

Food Production Bonus - 5%

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~ ~ Strong light produces darkness of the same intensity.

It is no exception to the Fairy of Light ~

Dark Elves is a race of neutral attributes that ancestor old elves.

We specialize in magic and assassinations, mainly classified as dark attributes, with forest bonuses and cold air resistance bonuses and dark vision bonuses as racial characteristics.

On the other hand, as many magical aptitudes and archery aptitudes as elves have been lost, inevitably demanding a different style of play.

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