174 Lesson 44: The Bad Wind

A gruesome scream rips through the darkness at night and sounds.

It was those gathered in the wild horses who screamed, and their gaze was directed at the woman in black who revealed her bare face.

I turn my gaze to the same person.

Probably a fairy (elf) in the woods from the shape of an ear. Probably because I first saw an elf with brown skin and silver hair. The same goes for Renamaria, but all the elves I know were holders of white skin and blonde hair.

It won't even have sunburned in the desert, so maybe it's a different elf species from the Renamaria lineage.

Nothing, it's not funny. Even humans have a variety of skin and hair colors. No wonder the elves are.

The problem is - it was the appearance of the elves that caused people to scream.

The right half side is a delicate (sesame) beauty that gives the fairy's blood a dark feel.

In contrast, the left half...

"Then, monsters!

One of the 'Desert Eagles', who slashed off the elf's hood just before, curses. That was probably the most terminal expression of the feelings of those on this occasion.

The half side of the elf was that of a lion. It's also strong enough to say that it resembles a lion, for example, and the bravery and strength felt from a wild lion can't even feel shards (pieces). A badly distorted appearance runs out of ugly words.

There was a good feeling that the ugliness stood out just because the appearance of the elf (Membo) was outstanding.

"-"

Woman elf covering her face with her left hand not holding the sword. The lips are pulled together in a single letter so that they can reveal something.

And, you saw the behavior as a gap, and the man who raised his voice as a monster now slashes on the elf.

In response to this attack, the elf unleashed a long sword on his hips, bouncing back his opponent's slash with sound.

However, his defense while covering his face with his hands is cramped, in fact, allowing his opponent to rebuild his posture without being able to move on to a counterattack.

While doing so, other members of the "Desert Eagle" pick up their surroundings, but the elves still keep their hands off their faces.

Apparently, for that elf, exposing his face is more abominable than being mocked by his enemies.

Of course, you can't fight a number of opponents with that attitude properly, but you are slashed from all sides and immediately driven to the defensive side.

Every time a group of eagle cutthroats captured the elves, the bloodshed splashed into the darkness at night. From the arm, from the back, a few muscles bleed or fell to pollute the garment. From the mutilated pain, or from the face of the elf, a waterfall sweat runs down, and breathing is terribly rough. Even from here it is likely to hear the breath of Ha.

Until now, the surrounding wild horses who had sided with the elves also seemed to have changed their purpose (shiatsu) by witnessing that alienation, and from some they are also flying in solidarity with the 'Desert Eagle'.

- I watched those sights in silence. I'm not going to give (kummy) to The Desert Eagle, nor am I willing to help an elf who has been hostile.

I just wanted to walk away, but there were unusual signs swelling around from the beginning, and that was what kept my legs on the spot.

Needless to say, the source of the signs. That elf. It reminds me of the magic stone that is about to erupt, if I may. Whether it's "Desert Eagle," or the wild horses, I wish I'd run away quickly, but I don't even bother to warn you, so I'll leave you alone. Whatever happens will be at your own risk at a time when you are wrestling with a blade wound (carrot) shanty (zata) wild horse in a pleasure street at night.

While doing so, there was another screaming twist. Seeing, the sleeves of Elf's clothes are slit, and from there the skin covered in beast hair peeps. Apparently, the anomaly of the elves extends not only to the face but also to the body.

"Demons, I don't know what you've been up to getting into this city, but I hope you're lucky that our 'Desert Eagle' found you!

The sword of an unspeakably wielded man captures the elf precisely and slashes it down from his shoulder. Blood overflowing from the wound slammed the ground hard, and the slashed elf let his body rest heavily.

There another man was slashed from behind and his back was severely broken again. It makes a fountain-like noise and bleeds away, and the smell of intense blood can stand around.

Screams and cheers gushed from the surroundings at the same time. Everyone would have thought it was definitely fatal. In fact, the amber (kohaku) colored eyes of the elves lost their luminous light.

But - on the verge of those eyes becoming unwilling glass balls, the red glow fills the elf's eyes (yep). Reminds me of blood, wet red. The moment I thought it covered my eyes, a whimpering roar burst out of the elf's mouth.

"GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!

The ear-crushing roar was, at the same time, a magical cry (today) that gripped the human spirit. If you can, it's close to the dragon roar (dragon lore) released by Hydra. Not so powerful of fantasy species, of course, but still not bearable to those who were unprepared for anything.

If I can bathe you close, all the more so.

"Haaaaaa!?

"Higi no!!

"Gu, oh, ah..."

The face of "Desert Eagle" glides around the ground with both ears open. Some of them are bleeding out of their palms, and apparently they broke their eardrums.

The wild horses that were hanging around me were just too sorry. Some groan on their knees, and some groan on the ground just like the 'Eagle of the Desert', while some cry that this (is) about to leave this place.

"Yikes! Yikes! Yikes!

The elves once again raise their shouts (kan) as they chase them.

- No, is this more of a laugh than a scream?

If you think so, half the lion's face seems to be delightful. On the other hand, the half side of the fairy was also distressed, but it looked more like the expression of the painful than laughing.

And there was a change in the elf's face at the end of my gaze.

The lion's face widens. Slowly from the tip of his chin, but surely, he overrides the face of the fairy and alters it to that of the lion.

That looked somewhere like a short needle on the clock. The area of the lion expands so that the needle, which was referring to six o'clock, carved seven, eight and the hour. When the needle continues like this and points to twelve o'clock, the elf's face will be the lion's.

When that happens, what will set you free in this world?

"Well, I'm pretty sure it's not a lot of stuff."

says with a shin on his head. At the end of my gaze, an elf - no, something that used to be an elf was trying to reveal the whole story.

What was revealed from under the chiseled flying robe was the head of the lion and the arms of the lion. The legs are equipped with wings and nails reminiscent of the Raptor (Already Kin), and on the back are four wings reminiscent of the Raptor (Already Kin) as well. From the glutes the two types of tails were stretched and tangled together to deflect.

It is a demon I have never seen.

But I've heard of it. The information that Ilia gathered about Berca contained stories of demons similar to this.

To be precise, it's not a demon, it's a demon god, and even more so, it's a story that belongs more to legend than reality.

Ugh, that's a bad wind running through the desert.

A king of hot sand with the face and arms of a lion, with the legs and feathers of an eagle (I), and with the tails of a scorpion (sawdust) and a serpent (serpent).

The name of the demon who seizes fever and locust plagues...

"Paz, king of the wind, was it?

Apparently, the demon deities overheard that twinkle, which was rather solitary.

Like affirming my words, Ni, laughs creepily.

That face, three quarters had already turned into a lion.