Reborn Ishl and the Magic Fixture of God

There will be eight luggage cars in all in the village this year, and fewer than twenty combined with those who are doing your thing and those who escort them.

Ishur then caught up to the rear when he caught up with the train. Els, who walks a little further, may have been watching Isul and Melillah earlier, but he didn't even turn to Isul, and he hasn't said anything.

It would help if you cared.

Ishur exhaled, looking around. I don't see anything in people's hands around me anymore. I went completely out of the village. Forward, at the beginning of the train line, I can see Paulo's wide back participating as the leader of the men of the escort. Either Lene died and you lost your service, or I started to participate in escorting the village tax payments around last year.

Beyond that lies the grassland as far as we can see, dotted with groves by the way. In the southeast, if you look far away, you can see a slightly blurred, bright green and dark green thin line overlapping in front of the horizon. The reed plains that were going over the river to practice magic, that would be the spread.

The street leads in a southwest direction to the village of Ceuta. Approximately half a day on foot, you reach Ceuta in less than thirty miles (thirty scars, about twenty kilometers). All the cars are loaded, so it will be around dark in the evening as it will take a little extra time to arrive.

There are no particular people to Seuta, the road continues with a gentle descent, and the same view extends without crossing the river.

It was almost the end of autumn but because of the good sunshine, there was a pleasant warmth on the road and relaxed air in between the lines.

Again this year, Bersch Village has not heard quite a lot of bad rumors about abundance, inaction from the north and surrounding villages. There will be no chance that the devoured will come under attack as bandits. Professional bandits rarely show up in a country like this.

I thought about Melilla as I walked relaxed to fit the carriage.

I waved back to Melilla, who had waved loudly, and this one too. Could that have alleviated her grief at all?

Let's leave the village together.

I'll pick you up soon.

The words she wanted.

She's been waiting ever since she found out I was leaving the village. I'm sure.

I don't know how hard she feels right now. But the passage of time, the daily life, will someday heal and soothe it.

No, it will only be healed by time.

I hope that goes well with Isaac, whether that goes longer or shorter.

So I felt some sign on the left, a long way south of the road. Turn to the south. A flock of birds feathered on the far jungle.

Looking toward the lane, Paul looks at the bird's wings as quickly and surprisingly.

Eventually, from the shadow of the jungle, a black object appeared. I'm coming this way.

A bear?

That clearly set its aim here and ran out in a straight line. Bigger than a bear. Faint on the ground, but regular vibrations come when large animals run.

Forward, two in the air, gather the air and begin to solidify. A slight breeze blows around, but no one cares around.

"What is that?"

Everyone has noticed and looked at it with dismay. The train had stopped at some point. Horses and robbers are frightened. The villagers who serve as your people are desperately holding you down.

The guy stopped when he got here to about two hundred long steps (skull, about one hundred three to forty meters), and when he stood on his hind leg, he opened his big mouth full and barked.

Gugagarn and it sounded awesome as if thunder had fallen nearby. The air around me shivered briskly.

"Hih."

"It's a warcraft!

Some of the escorts lose their hips and sit down on the ground.

When he barks, he lowers his forefoot, stirring him with hostility or appetite in a way that doesn't move from the spot to ask this one.

The dark gray body was bigger around one than the bear, slightly slimmer, felt the hind legs bigger, the problem was the head, with a more ferocious look like a wolf and crocodile added and divided by two. The tip of the mouth stretched before the bear is sparse with hair and some large fangs popping out. Dry skin like reptiles, though not scaly, is hidden between body hair. Whenever it moved, however, long stretched fangs and toenails reflected the sun's light and shimmered.

I see, it's a warcraft indeed. The moment I barked, a small light lit up around my chest, and it began to spread thinly all over my body. That's probably magic.

Is it a defensive system or an attack aid that improves muscle strength? I don't even know what that magic is or what it's trying to do, but with some kind of magic, magic appears to express itself and be able to feel it. The villagers will not know because it is not as visible to the naked eye. This is probably something that only those who possess magic equipment or have magic power in their bodies can feel.

That's why they also found their prey and suddenly stopped even though they were excited for a long time.

How do you see my magic?

"Easy, whoever's bringing the bow, grab the bow. Bring an arrow to the bow!

Paulo screams.

Else also holds a bow and connects the arrows. The escorts, and even those who were your men, have bowed.

"Okay. Hit it a little harder and then release the arrows simultaneously. I'll give you a signal. Wait till then."

"Whoever brings the spear, step forward."

"Don't be afraid."

Those who had lost their hips and were trembling also began to get up and fight. The villagers seem to have managed to regain control.

That unusually loud noise is a powerful threat. It will also have the effect of stunning, atrophying and blunting judgment and movement of the prey.

The frightened horses and robbers seemed to be shaking their bodies, but for some reason they didn't get rammed up, they were perfect on the spot, and they stopped moving.

Warcraft watched this one on the spot for a while, but slowly approached this one.

Is my appetite winning over the anxiety element of my existence?

Well, I don't know if the bow and arrow will work on that one. He'll stab you, but he won't be able to inflict fatal injuries. There are three people with spears. Wouldn't this one get hit at least half of the time to defeat that one? If you're bad, you're wiped out. Bullets of high-pressure air made of two, easy to use, but naturally they will be known to everyone.

"It's time to go! Everybody, bow down."

The Warcraft approaches with vigilance with itself.

Paulo issues a decree where the distance is approaching about one hundred and fifty long steps.

"Yo, shoot me!

Beautifully simultaneous, but almost simultaneously arrows are released. Eight arrows ripped the wind and flew to the Warcraft. One on his shoulder and one arrow stabbed him in the back.

The Warcraft rises, and opens its jaw wide and barks again.

Closer than before, the chirping sounded like thunder.

Very uncomfortable.

"All right, next!

Paul shouts aloud at the Beast of Warcraft.

As he lowered his forefoot to the ground, Warcraft lowered his posture and ran out toward this way.

I have a bow and arrow stabbed in my back. Is it positionally around the back of the lungs? I've wanted to try it on the ground for a long time.

I don't use air bullets made forward or overhead. Keep it as a spare.

Do you want to try?

"Shoot me!

The second simultaneous arrow flies. Another one, stabbed in the back.

The Warcraft stands halfway, barking in anger.

Now.

"Gugga, cuckoo..."

The sounds of the Warcraft went weirdly high on the way, unnaturally interrupting. And when I spit blood out of my open mouth, I fell more and more into the ground. Don, and there's a vibration on the ground. And it seems painful, and when I move my legs hard and bulky, I start to cramp.

When the Warcraft barked, he sucked air out of his lungs and into the outside at once for the right time to open his mouth wide and exhale. The lungs of the Warcraft, which would have been almost in vacuum, burst inward and crumbled.

Gradually weaken the pressure of the ammunition of the air that had kept him on standby, releasing the "hand".

"Yay, yay!

The villagers are thrilled.

I remember reading before that people and animal lungs are vulnerable to sudden decompression or pressurization. So I tried it. It may be difficult to use for things that move Junmin or small animals, but it seems to have worked well enough. Useable hands.

A decent fight would have been a pretty strong one, but the results were modest and light. I was able to reach inside because I felt no resistance whatsoever to whether the magic that was flowing all over the body of the Warcraft was an attack system or too weak against this one. With a little knowledge and ingenuity, it was easy to defeat.

If the magic that was flowing throughout the body of that warcraft was of such a nature as to defend against magic, then perhaps this magic of the wind, which once belonged to Lehne, which did not even put it on his teeth, is of considerable power, as inherited.

When Paul takes his spear out of the leading luggage, he walks toward the Warcraft. After that, various villagers followed.

Ishur follows as well.

"That was amazing. Dad."

Talk to Else walking beside him.

"Ah, oh. I've never seen anything like it."

"That, what a warcraft?

"Come on, you don't know. Big gray bear?

Don't you see? Besides, isn't that just a bear?

Coming to the fallen Warcraft, the Warcraft had already congested and was obviously dead.

When Paul, who was ahead of him, sent a signal to stay away from the rear hand, he poked the body of the Warcraft several times with a spear to see if it was really dead.

"Wow."

"It's big. I've never seen anything like it before."

The men of the village surround the corpse of the warcraft and give their mouths a voice of surprise.

A warcraft falling sideways is bigger around than a bear. The torso alone would be about the size of an elephant or rhino. Unlike around the sparse jaw of hair, the whole body is covered with dark grey hair that looks solid.

My father can't count on me. I get close to Paulo and decide to ask him a lot.

"What a warcraft is this?

"Probably a big tooth bear. It is also called a dragon bear. Pretty strong one."

Paul answered with his gaze on the corpse of the Warcraft.

"I've never seen it this close, either. Sometimes when I was young, I saw something like this in the back of the woods."

And Paul approached the corpse of the Warcraft, kneeling in and crawling his gaze at the arrow that stabbed him several times in the torso,

"It's strange that you're going to die to this extent. Which arrows were fatally wounded"

and so on.

"It's probably an arrow stabbed in the back. This guy barked so loud, didn't he? After receiving the arrow, I tried to bark in that loud voice and I threw up blood and died along the way. I'm sure it would put a lot of strain on your lungs and heart when you bark, so even a few scratches around there must have been fatal."

It's not a good idea to be too prudent. Properly deceive me by saying it out of my mouth.

"Hmm, I guess so"

"Oh, Ishur is smart. That's great."

"Maybe so."

"Definitely. You know a lot about lungs and hearts."

In response to one unconvincing Paul, the villagers who were listening to the conversation between the two voiced their agreement to Ishur's words so that they could stand.

"More than that, what do you do with this Warcraft corpse?

I'm just going to move on with the topic.

"Is this guy's meat good?

"No, it's a bear."

"What about the fur?

"It's rare and it'll have a good value, but it's not this size. It's gonna be a day of work."

"So it stays this way? It's too heavy to carry."

"Sure, these fangs and nails can be used on spear tips"

"Anyway, let's let Seuta's Mingtun know. I've never heard of such a big warcraft out here."

Else spoke to Paul.

"Right."

The village men then struggled to extract the fangs and nails of the great tooth bear, leaving the body intact and hurrying to the village of Ceuta.

By the time we reached the village of Ceuta, the sun had already fallen completely.

In the centre of the village, dozens of houses were consolidated, with the large temple of the stone cathedral church and the sub-garrison of the Knights of the Baron family over the village's political office, and the square they faced was paved with cobblestone. Even though it was a village, it was a lot bigger than the village of Bersch, and there was an atmosphere that could be described as a city.

The loaded luggage was transferred from the square in the centre of the village to the wooden warehouse behind the Knights' sub-garrison, where the wheat sacks were brought in by the village men and the Knights and the servants of the government. Ishur was also helping, but was called by Paul from the way in, and looked through papers on paying taxes in the Knights, and was heard along with Paul and Else regarding the warcraft that had struck him in the streets.

The defeated warcraft, big men like the Great Tooth Bear, originally lived in the southeastern frontier borderlands and mountainous areas of the Holy King's kingdom, and they still rarely see it around here. Over the past decade, no damage or sightings have been recorded.

Tomorrow, a knight will be dispatched from the garrison to confirm the body of the abandoned warcraft.

Else and Ishur were then allowed to stay at Luci's parents' house. Luci's parents lived on the north side of the village, close to the central district of the village of Ceuta. Roussi had a brother, Ishur's uncle, but his family lived, so to speak, in the main house, on the outskirts of the village, a farmer who mainly grows the same wheat as Els.

Luci's parents, both seemingly gentle people, seemed to show their faces every year Else, who had been escorting them for the past few years. Dinner was well prepared, and he adored Ishur, his grandson.

Those unaccompanied by the village of Ceuta stayed in an inn in the central district of the village. I guess they gather at the inn or village liquor store for a drink late at night.

No, Ceuta also has a whore.

I guess that's the secret pleasure of the men who go to Ceuta Village to pay taxes once a year, even if rarely in danger.