23 Forest dwellers

A man can be eaten by the Great Wolf Warcraft in front of him. The moment I tried to take my eyes off a tragic situation. A slight gap between the warcraft and the man flew through a single arrow.

A warcraft that retreats reflexively.

And the Warcraft glanced through the woods with his throat trembling with vigilance.

I wonder what it is. What happened? Who released the arrow? I twisted myself as far as I could move, moved my neck and asked what was going on around me.

"I will not tolerate the unclean blood and soul of sinners in this forest"

Me, the Warcraft, and a hairy man's gaze. Appearing from the back of the woods was a man with a bow with a stern face.

Leather armor that protects your torso dyed in young grass. The clothes and shoes are green. Silky silver hair is beautifully aligned at the shoulder mouth, a sharp face like a sharp blade.

Target the Warcraft with a squeezed bow and arrow, approaching carefully.

And next to his sharp expression face, between his beautiful silver hair, he had long, pointed ears.

Ear clan.

I take my breath.

A legendary race, told in many stories.

Live secluded behind deep, clean woods and weigh in harmony with nature. It is an ancient species that has lost its way into the woods where it lives and has lost contact with the outside world.

"Hey, help me."

A man crawls over and tries to get to the ear clan.

But an arrow flew in from another direction, and the man screamed in surprise.

"Do sinners deserve our help?"

The Ear Elders were not the only men with silver hair.

Soon, there were many ear clans with bows to surround us. On the trees, in the bushes, and behind me.

I guess there are about twenty of them.

There is a dark difference, but they were all the same gear as the first man.

Even though I was distracted by the first man to show up, I didn't realize I was surrounded by such a large number of people.

"Carly. What do we do?"

One of you behind me opens his mouth.

"It depends on the Warcraft. You warcraft, pull, and I'll miss you here."

Apparently the first man to show up was named Carly. I opened my mouth in response to the words of the person behind me.

Warcraft is still roaring in alarm of the large number of ear elders who have appeared.

Even if more than one person points a bow and arrow at you, you never seem willing to pull it off.

The Ear Elders are also wary of the Warcraft and do not approach them from a certain distance.

"If you're a warcraft, you'll understand as much as people say. I say pull. If we don't pull, we won't be forgiven."

Say it, Mr. Carly, and release an arrow at the foot of the Warcraft.

There was a sharp sound and an arrow pierced the ground.

Mr. Carley doesn't look as good as he did, but the arrows were fast.

But the Warcraft continues to roar, not even through Mr. Carly's warnings.

Warcraft is cunning, and some individuals sometimes have superior intelligence than others.

I wonder if that warcraft thinks he is better than a multitude of ear elders that he is not afraid to be surrounded by so many large numbers.

The strained air dominates the field.

As far as I'm concerned, I want the Ear Elders to win. Otherwise, it won't help.

And take this monkey grub quickly. My mouth is making me very sick.

Painful to burn wounds all over your body, especially arrow wounds on your shoulder. My right arm was already paralyzed and my senses were gone.

"Do we have to do this?"

Someone said.

Warcraft set up.

The bow of the Ear Long Clan is drawn to its limit.

"Everybody, that's it."

Now is exactly when the blow of the showdown was about to be unleashed. I heard a familiar voice. [M]

And it was Mistral who showed up down on the field.

It just came down. Mistral descended more and more from the trees in the woods to the ground.

Goddess descended, there was no such divinity at all, and Mistral appeared haunted with killing spirit.

"Gu, Miss Mistral"

Mr. Carley roars, either barometric by a mistral that suddenly appears.

Lord Carly, please hold the bow and arrow.

"Yes, no, but"

Mistral was polite in tone, but he was creating signs of not saying whether or not.

Mr. Carly still hesitated to see the Warcraft and me, and the man.

"O Warcraft, make yourselves at home."

Mistral staring at the Warcraft. Then the Warcraft roared, but shrunk to see.

I'm hiding it by turning my tail toward my stomach. You're with the dog. Warcraft is obviously frightened of Mistrals.

Well, then, you're stuck once.

"This warcraft is fine. Weng has done no harm to the forest and has acquiesced as such. Or do you say that you who live in these woods will harm those to whom Ong is silent?"

"But I defiled the woods with the blood of sinners"

Someone from the Ear Elder clan said.

"That I had no choice but to help this child. This warcraft tried to help this child."

Mistral pointed at me.

What, the Warcraft helped me? That's my first ear. 'Cause aren't you the warcraft that's been hunting me around scattered?

Besides, I guess Mistral's stuck me down and I'm not going to try to help even if it's resentment.

I wonder if my question was on my face. [M] Mistral looked at me and smiled bitterly.

"In the meantime, I need a scratch allowance."

That's what Mistral says. He unties me.

"Ma, wait. Miss Mistral, let's say, as you say, the Warcraft bled to help that child. But what about the kid himself? Why were his hands and feet tied, wounded and rolled deep in these woods?"

Mistral takes care of my wounds as I hear Mr. Carly's confused words on his back.

Unwrap the monkey groove and rinse your mouth with water. I finally lost something disgusting from my mouth.

"It hurts, but bear with me if you're a boy"

The Mistral stayed stabbed in my shoulder. Pull out the arrow.

The pain struck me again, but it healed quickly. Mistral was painting something on my wound.

That's it, that.

"Mi, Miss Mistral?"

The neglected Mr. Carly is in trouble.

But Mistral gave top priority to my treatment and silently applied a snot panacea to my wound.

You shouldn't because I think it's runny nose. If you think it's a thank you pill, it's not disgusting.

While Mistral was treating me, the Ear Elders and the Warcraft, plus the dense-gatherer man, were eating the waiting.

Mistral, you guys later. You couldn't defy anyone because you were creating an atmosphere that

Mistral, who treated me the whole time, stood up and smiled at Mr. Carley.

"Excuse me. Sorry to keep you waiting"

Yeah, we've all been waiting a long time. As far as I'm concerned, I appreciate the mistral you kindly intervene with, but you're confused without knowing what to do if you've been waiting.

"Well, so. Who is the child? Why would you say that the Warcraft helped that child?"

Mr. Carley has been reliving himself and listening.

Then Mistral reached out to me and made me stand.

"This child is my future husband"

Oh, he said it without hesitation. I blushed and leaned more blushly. [M]

"Become, what!?

Ear elders with a look of surprise and confusion.

"And this warcraft is just interested in and attached to this child. I have no intention of harming her."

Mistral with a glimpse of the Warcraft by saying.

Warcraft nodded again and again as he panicked in reaction to Bikun.

Is that true? I can't believe it. But Warcraft seems absolutely obedient to Mistral. My tail remains hidden. You're too frightened because you got stuck down once.

You had a good prestige for the Ear Elders.

I wonder if that means Mistral is stronger than all the ear elders here...

Oh, yeah.

"Oh, husband!?

Mr. Carley turned his voice upside down and reacted to see if the words could finally swallow.

"Then, stupid. Are you saying that the dragon princess of the Dragon Nation will be married to the children of the Dragon Nation?"

"Impossible..."

"Why this child?"

"Mother, I lost to the children of the Needy..."

The ear elders leaked their surprises to their mouths.

"This child says Elnea. In the moss garden, he learns dragon sword dance more than Ong."

In addition to Mistral, the ear elders saw me in unison.

"Is he trying to give that pride to the children of the people?"

"Yes. Qualified," he said.

"I see. You're not the only one."

Mr. Carley came up to my side and looked seriously at his whole body.

is, embarrassing.

I'm in the mood for some kind of regulation.

"Hmm. Then, Lord Ernea shall keep it with Miss Mistral. And miss the Warcraft. If you say so, obey. But this sinner will not tolerate it"

After my ordinance, Mr. Carly looked at the man who was still on the ground with anger.

Um, I just noticed, but I'm kind of relieved of this tight picker guy.

His eyes are vain and his mouth is half open without sloppiness.

"Spirituality did the spirit."

Mistral taught me in my ear.

Spirituality? When did you use it?

The Ear Elders can use the Spirit to do all sorts of things, right?

The man probably had his heart paralyzed by the Spirit.

"Three people were down in the woods. But he seems to be breathing."

"One of you was running away. Separate teams will have captured him by now."

From behind the woods bushes, three men were tied up and several more ear elders appeared.

"This time, let's pull each other up"

"I understand. Let us handle this sinner."

Mr. Carley and Mistral nod at each other.

Go, and when Mistral waved to the Warcraft, the Warcraft vanished without sound.

Mistral walks out of my hand when he drops off the Warcraft.

At the end of the day, Mr. Carly told me.

"Is that Princess Dragon's husband? Come visit us next time."

In unexpected words, I turn to Mr. Carly.

Mr. Carly was dropping us off with a cool grin.

It seemed like it might include something, but I guess it's my fault.

Mistral doesn't look like he cared, and he walks with my hand.

My big wound was healed earlier by Mistral with a snot panacea, but I still had abrasions all over my body and it hurt when I moved my body.

But I can't show Mistral any more weaknesses. I walked patiently with pain. [M]

Me and Mistral, who often walk silently.

Mistral stopped and looked back at me after the ear elders had gone blind.

"I'm sorry."

Mistral is a bitter face and has apologized.

"Yeah. Eh. Why would Mistral apologize? Thank you for saving me."

I panic. There's nothing Mistral needs to apologize to me about.

"No, I can't. Again, I didn't make it to your crisis."

A leaning mistral.

"Oh my god. Mistral is here to help. I was safe at the ruins and this time, thanks to Mistral."

That's right. When I was in the ruins, I didn't think I could beat a black-armed demon swordsman. Again, how would the ear elders have treated me if Mistral hadn't come?

When I was comforted that Mistral wasn't too bad, I got angry this time.

"By and large, you're putting your neck too far in danger. Weigh yourself more until you're alone."

"There he is."

My fist bone flew in. Until earlier, it was dented, but now I can't believe I'm angry. It's unreasonable.

"I wonder if I can stick my neck full when I'm in public"

My defiance was crushed with a second fist bone.

It hurts too much.

Apply a runny nose to your head as well.

I walked in the woods side by side with Mistral in tears.