I squeezed my spear with a squeaky beak, and the bird retreated. It was like asking to open a window. I opened the window with a tingling feeling.
I thought I knew who sent that weird bird.
When the window opens, the bird flies inside the puddle. The bird sitting in the corner of the chair opens its beak rather than sliding at .
[Did you like the gift I sent you?]
The fresh voice that dug into his head was also familiar to him.
The bird was sent by the dirty Elder High Elf.
"A gift?"
Sigrun's ssenger turns his head. After that, there was an Orc Army obtained from loot.
Then I frowned at her as I understood what the gift was.
"It was you. "
[I just wanted you to face a more violent opponent.]
How abominable it is to put a hundred vicious Orcs on the battlefield and say it's a favor.
[Please, I hope you will be happy to see my heart like this.]
Her voice was like a child's cry for praise. Everywhere I could see the mourning and sorry for the dozens of rangers who died because of .
This is why I hate elves.
I know better than anyone what their favors are.
But the elves' interest was even more terrible.
[Syrah of hatred for the whole Green Skin clan. He looked deeply at the puck.]
It was because of the fact that they were severe vomiting patients.
Sigrun must have been watching sowhere.
Maybe I borrowed a bird's eye like now, or another beast's eye. Or maybe I saw myself with my own eyes.
Either way, it wasn't too sweet for .
A millennial old madman hid and watched . I felt terrible.
"Whoo."
The head is dull. The flathrower rubs the temples and thinks.
There was nothing dumber than being angry with an elf. They never understood the wrath of others, nor did they empathize, but only turned my tricks upside down.
"Don't make useless noises, just tell what you ca for. "
[He's also cold.]
I felt a stiff face as I looked at the bird with its head bent.
[I'm very upset with that coldness, but what am I supposed to do? Because love is an arduous act, I'm just looking forward to the day you open your heart to .]
Wait a hundred and a thousand days. That's the day.
"Hm."
When I snore, the bird takes my mouth off rather than slip away.
[There's sothing I need from you deep in the mountains.]
I did not answer. I didn't want to be swayed by her words.
But that commitnt was only for a mont.
[A very old creature is asleep inside that mountain range.]
After what she said, I put my ear together.
[If you use him in your old words, I assure you, that would be a wonderful poem.]
When I showed interest, the bird cried out for support as if it were pleasant.
A bird singing like that was falling apart little by little.
[The ti given to this lovely child is over.]
The jeepers split the beak of the bird. Blood spills through the tip of the beak, and the eyeballs burst out like they burst.
[Then until I see you again...]
The swollen body of the bird bursts with the sound of the crawl.
The feathers are scattered throughout the room. I reached out. I grabbed one of the scattered feathers.
It was a beautiful bird until a little while ago, but now I see debris that has beco a horrible piece of coconut.
"Cool syrah..."
The Elder High Elves would not have been so flattered by a puzzling poem. It ant that the presence inside the mountain ranges she spoke of was at least [heroic].
"You're a hero..."
I already knew why she was giving this information.
Three years from now, you'll want to savor a deeper taste through .
The more poetry I have, the deeper the taste will be.
Her intentions seed flattering.
I can sing, but I can't make a new song.
I can read, but I can't build a new poem.
The elves were an audience, a reader, a race that could never be a speaker.
What Elder High Elf Sigrun wants from is a new song.
"This ti, I'll fit the ledger. "
This ti, I was willing to focus on the end of it.
* *
As always, Adelia found my room in the brightness of the day.
"Your Majesty?"
When she saw sitting on the couch, Uducker laughed at my head. Then I found white feathers spread all over , and my eyes widened.
Her gaze around the room was fixed on one corner of the room.
Her eyes widen gradually, and her face becos white. There was a remnant of a bird that withered overnight.
"Can you get rid of it? "
In my words, she picked up the feathers of Juju Island and put them in one place. I hesitated for a while and wrapped the bird's corpse in a cloth.
I watched him quietly.
I felt like I had to check back three tis what it looked like to be attracted to the Elves.
"Whoo."
I washed and dressed with Adelia's help. I put fur on it and left the room.
I went to the barracks to find Vincent.
Where the rangers were staying, Vincent was there.
"Your Majesty."
Vincent, who found , lowered his head lightly. It was a more concise example than it was when we first t, but it was rather close to heartfelt greetings.
I'm still trying to treat people as warriors who fought together.
"Inside the mountains? "
Then I asked Vincent about the monster inside the mountain range.
Orcs, Goblins, Nols, Kobolts... all kinds of monsters have been nad. But none of them was the na I was looking for.
I was looking for enough to be the hero's old man.
"More inside? "
When I asked him about the monsters that live inside, Vincent looked hardened.
"Rangers go up and down the mountain like my house, but it's just outside everywhere. None of them have survived deep into the mountain. "
I'm just guessing there are people in there who are no match for Orcs. Vincent said.
"Is there really no one? "
"Nothing. Even the finest rangers don't go inside the mountains. Our mission is to stop the monsters from descending from the mountain, not to explore the mountain. "
I double-checked Vincent's words.
"So, no one's ever been in there, and you don't know what's in there? "
"Yes."
I checked so many tis, but Vincent's answer was the sa.
The interior of the mountain ranges was completely unknown, in itself.
"I thought there wasn't one left, but there was one left. "
The mysteries and wonders of this world have beco less difficult due to the knights who have wandered the world to reach the transcendence of the past.
Strong xenophobic beings were exterminated, and bans that did not allow human footsteps were conquered.
But here, one of the prohibitions remained. It seed like a really great choice to co to Ballerhard.
"Just in case. "
I woke up to the sound of a sharp line that was locked in my mind.
"Don't think about going into the Hanging Mountains. "
Vincent warned .
"Uh, I'm not going in. "
Not yet.
* *
After that, there were two more subjugation operations. But I didn't participate.
The small monsters were out of my league.
My nerves were all over that mountain range.
What the hell is in there?
Just imagining it gave a beating heart.
Perhaps it was the king of the Orcs who lost 400 years ago, and perhaps sothing new.
Either way, it'll be a fun eting.
I pressed my heart to jump into the mountain range right away.
I'm not ready yet.
More battles, more victories.
To make the extraordinary force that barely touches your fingertips completely mine.
Fortunately, in Balahad, what I wanted was overflowing with heaven.
Buoooooooo.
I heard the sound of the horn.
The ranger, who was idling in the sun and taking a nap, got up and grabbed the bow, grabbed his companions, and kept the soldier's jaw shut.
Boooooooooo.
Once again, the sound of the trumpet rang, and the hardened soldiers suddenly began to beco distracted.
Rangers pouring out of the barracks run up the stairs. Soldiers holding swords and spears gather in front of the gate.
"All shooters, stand by in my position! "
"Summon the troops outside the city! "
The commanders trembled at the court seat, sharpening accordingly, and Hyoshi flew everywhere.
"I need more arrows here! "
"So guy got rid of the dialysis! "
"Move quickly! "
On the walls, soldiers and commanders use a musical instrunt.
"Boil the oil first! "
The air of the castle was fluctuating.
"Your Majesty!"
Arwen called . An outsider calls .
"You're on the wall! "
I climbed the stairs like I did.
I saw a number of rangers clinging to the wall. They twisted their brains and bows, looking beyond the walls and not moving.
And among them was a loner.
"Unemployed. ''
"Are you here?"
An outsider situated on the wall just above the gate pointed out sowhere.
Sowhere beyond that plain, I opened my eyes.
"Ah..."
I saw dozens of rangers running in the white snowfield.
The torn and torn armor, the broken sword, the shield, and the elite of the Winter Castle were being chased away from sothing. Beep, beep, beep!
At that mont, a flare exploded from the sky.
That was the beginning. Flare flares flew up here and there in the mountains.
Booooooooooooooooooooooooo.
I heard the sound of the horn.
The sound of rangers breathing on the walls is getting worse. I was impatient in their gaze as they looked at their colleagues running away from the snowfield.
"Co on, you bastards! "
"Run! Hurry! "
So of them shouted.
I wonder if I heard that. The Rangers' steps are speeding up.
At that instant, a huge wolf appeared beyond the equator they had just passed.
"It's Wolf Rider! "
And above the wolf was a dark green rider.
"Just a little more! "
Rangers pulled the bow protest. But it was still out on the street.
Ouch.
The wolves howl. One day they cling to the back of the Rangers.
"Ah..."
So of the rangers in Humi turned around. I greeted Wolf Riders after picking up the weapon, even if it was ti for my colleagues to get out.
But the Wolf Riders trampled on them so easily.
Blood is scattered in the snowfield, and the rangers fall.
The rest ran and ran again. But within a week, I stopped their steps. I realized I couldn't sow the chase of the Wolf Riders.
"No! You assholes! "
"Co! Co a little longer! "
The rangers on the wall shout.
The rangers turn their backs as they look this way for a mont. After grabbing a broken sword and a dented shield, they rush towards the Wolf Riders.
A red flower blooms over the snowfield.
"Ah..."
A demonstration of rangers pulling tightly over the walls, stretching their bows.
Kung.
At that mont the glottis was closed.
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