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◆ Chapter1.04
The town's headquarters is a large, old-fashioned one-story building.
Zhu Juan, the guild master of the Wandering Wolf Cavalry, patted his partner, the Riding Wise Wolf, as he passed through the door. He waved his tail once and returned to his wolf house.
The Riding Wolf is the trademark of the Wandering Wolf Trooper. They are large wolves that are summoned by the whistle, and can be divided into several different types. They are summoned and used, so it is common knowledge in this world that they will leave once their summoning time has passed, but the high-ranking whistles are summoned for more than 24 hours per day. In fact, they can be summoned at all times.
Of course, if they were not riding, they could be repatriated so they wouldn't have to worry about being fed and cared for, but there were some members of the Raku-Ronin Wolf Riders who wanted to live in the guild house instead of being repatriated.
It was for this reason that the headquarters was built, with multiple lodgings and wolves' quarters on this large site.
It was a mansion with a hedge, which was rare in the center of the Yuled continent.
Fig trees and apricot trees grew in the garden, but in the middle of winter it was a lonely scene.
In the central part of the continent, however, everything is dry. Even the rocks are deprived of moisture and exposed to extreme cold and heat, making them brittle. Compared to such grasslands and wildernesses, this city was much better off.
''Oh, it's the Commander.'' ''It's the Commander!
A small duo swung a tree branch and rushed into Zhuhuan, hitting him and then rolling him over like a puppy. It was like a cartoon, but Zhuhuan and Zhuhuan were both level 90 adventurers. If they wanted to, they could do this kind of playfulness.
"Yeeong, Aren, you can't do that. Fool.
I don't want you to think I'm an idiot.
Are you guys nuts?
Shh. It's a secret.
I don't know if they've figured it out yet?
Hey, Commander, are you getting sick?
Zhu Huan replied with a fuming Buddha's face, ''I know, you idiot.
The two furry bastards, who had made a bunch of noise at those words, suddenly turned into a troubled look and reported.
'Long face here,'
The big guy's here.
He looked troubled and unhappy. Zhu Whan, sensing this, asked Ma Fan, his deputy, who came out from the back, what happened.
As you may have guessed. Isn't it a bit much for them to ask?
What do you want me to do?
If you don't join the Aooh faction, you'll regret it. The White King and the Red King will kill not only you, but also all the people in this city. I'm just saying that we should get on with it while we're talking quietly.
I'm a vassal. Are they the Three Kingdoms on the brain? When were you born? That's why you rednecks.
In a deep pang, Chu Huan roughly threw the luggage away and went out through the dirt floor into the courtyard. The winters in this area are very severe. The landscape was white and gray, and it lasted for several months.
In the courtyard, there is a furnace made of dirty-colored bricks, in which a grumpy-looking "fire lizard" (salamander) is laying down. Around me, guild members are boiling water and roasting meat in an effort to get their chores done during the day.
It's cold, but not cold. It's a lively scene.
The guild house is filled with a group of emissaries from the Song Sword Gang.
Over the past two months, they've been coming to me frequently, offering me an alliance or an invitation to join their ranks. They have been coming more and more often lately, so they may be getting serious now.
The reason why they are making such an offer has to do with the nature of this Middle Plains server - a vast region in the central and eastern part of Yuled, modeled after China.
Elder Tail is an MMO-RPG developed by the American company Atalva, and its game world, Seldesia, is a vast area. The Half-Gaia project has recreated a terrain almost identical to that of this planet, albeit at half the size.
This vast in-game world has been recreated in a three-dimensional model. You're free to go wherever you want, and there are almost no gameplay boundaries. It's a so-called open world.
The appeal of this type of game is the sense of freedom and liberty, and the tickling of the adventurous spirit, but on the other hand, it has the problem of being very difficult to prepare content for such a vast space. For example, if you create a village and set up a raiding event, the number of players who will be able to encounter that village by chance is too small. The world is so vast that even if you create an event at random, it will be an event that no one can discover.
The straightforward solution is to design a huge number of events, so that any point in the vastness of the world is an interesting challenge to discover, but that would require a huge - and astronomical - number of events.
The area of the Middle Plains in Seldesia is roughly 2.5 million square kilometers. Even if we were to organize one event per two to five square kilometers of space that six adventurers could explore in a day, we would need a million events. It would take several designers, 3D modelers, and programmers a week or so to create one event, and that's not even a joke.
Anticipating this, Atharva had outsourced various regions of the world to management companies around the globe, but even South China Power Networks, which was commissioned to run the Chinese servers, did not have such enormous development resources. Because profits were rising in line with the popularity of the Elder Tail, they hired some excellent designers and programmers, but even so, it was a very short-lived project.
Therefore, South China Internet Company came up with two major policies.
The first was to prioritize the development of content. Firstly, they started to develop content for Seldesia in the Gulf region of the world, namely Shanghai, Hong Kong and Beijing. These areas have been popular since the beginning of the game due to the large number of players logging in, and player towns have been developed in these areas. It made sense to start adding events and quests to the dungeons, lore, and stories around them. This was the usual way of doing things for any regional management company. This is the same way that the Yamato Server began to develop content in and around Akiba, Japan.
Another feature of the Nakahara server was the guild war.
This server encourages inter-guild warfare.
Of course, it's not an unlimited war system, but it's clear that large-scale PvP (player-to-player) battles still exist. When guilds fight each other in battle zones created in various locations, the victor will receive guild points depending on the outcome of the battle. Guild points can be obtained in other ways, but it's important that there is a direct struggle between these guilds. And if the guild has enough of these guild points, it can become the lord of a city near the battlefield. That's even true for player towns such as Yandu (Ye Dong) and Da Da Dong (Da Dong).
Of course, this system is from the gaming era.
South China Power Grid Company found it difficult to produce a huge amount of content, so they wondered if they could get the players to pay for some of it, and the result was Guild War.
In this system where players compete against each other, there is no "clear content" termination. Once a guild wins and becomes the lord of a surrounding city or land, that guild is challenged by another guild. In other words, it has to defend itself. The battles between guilds are practically endless events that accelerate their respective expansions and item collections.
Because of this, it was thought that the content would be very long-lasting and never-ending, compared to the time and effort required by the game's management to create an event. And it worked, for the most part. In the Elder Tail, that is.
The system is still alive and well in Seldesia, where it is now a reality.
And there are adventurers (players) on the Nakahara server who follow that system. And that's the overwhelming majority of the adventurers on the Nakahara server.
It's true that if you accumulate enough guild points, you'll be able to gain control of the city. Once they control the city, they can subjugate the surrounding 'earthlings' as well, allowing them to live like ancient princes.
If they are defending themselves in the interest of fairness, they are not doing it for the sake of cruelty or to hoard their wealth. They are doing so out of suspicion of each other and trying to protect their own place in the world to ensure their safety.
The Guild War was not a bad game content. Even Zhuhuan rode the Elder Tail era on the back of a wolf in battle.
However, in the current Seldesia, he is only a source of chaos. Right after the transference incident, Zhuhuan and the other wolf cavalry escaped from the Great Capital, the player town, to the city of the grasslands (Simaanaiqui).
However, they weren't able to escape completely.
You mean Ao Wang, right? What's that, like, cow-like?
I can't tell you if he's a herbivore or not.
An omnivorous, beefy sort of thing.
Something like that. You know, they have a fancy name for a guild called the Utagendan.
Mr. Sohsan, you're supposed to be a civil servant.
Ma Hui, who held out a warm sock, gave such a reply.
''Well, I guess you've belatedly found out.
With what?
If we're too busy fighting a war, the Daichijinshi will get hurt. Even if we are able to gain control of the land, if the Daichijins are able to escape, our fields and business will come to a halt, right? In fact, quite a few of them have fled here as well.
Oh. I see. You're right, you're here to get away.
Not only the Earthmen, but also the Adventurers.
The twins, who had been clinging to each other for so long, hadn't always been wolf horsemen, but they had been picked up along the way. They were picked up along the way. They were only about ten years old inside.
I'm sure that the people of Nakahara's "earthlings" have always lived in clans connected with each other. They live in clusters of relatives, and even if they live far from each other, they will help each other just because they share the same family name.
Therefore, if a person is fleeing from his or her land, the family will help each other to escape. If the situation is not good, then hundreds of people will flee. This City of the Steppes exists on the outskirts of the Middle Plains. To be precise, this city lies on the border between the verdant Middle Plains and the wilderness of Aorsoy. Because of its location, it was not surprising that many of the Earthlings came to the city, disliking the turmoil in the Middle Plains.
These days, it is not only merchants who are quick on their feet, but also wealthy farmers who used to cultivate their fields, often coming here with their families.
I wonder if they're on to something.
Is that what you call a hozen ceremony?
What's it to you?
Come on.
Even then, Chu Kan thought it would be troublesome. The big guilds were too greedy. If they were lucky, they could possibly make a lot of money. All they do is think like that, and it's a very easy peace of mind. Small and medium-sized guilds like ourselves are haphazardly living for the day, but that's enough. Smaller guilds are just going through the motions, but that's enough.
''I hope the Immortals in the land of the immortals are doing their job for a long time.
Don't say sinister things. It's all pretty messed up now, but a bunch of old-timers won't be able to help us.
Really?
Chu Juan twisted his head and thought.
The Immortal who had delivered him to the White Peach Temple a while ago looked to be quite skilled. He was a warlord. That kind of person would be an asset to the war, but in any case, the Immortal World has decided to keep quiet after the transference incident. As a small and medium-sized guild, they had no intention of poking around in the bushes and letting the snakes out, even if they were only being kind.
The day-to-day work is important.
So Zhu Juan loudly gave his subordinates orders and asked them to bring the materials for this week's contract work. Apart from his own preferences, as a guild master, he couldn't just do outdoor activities. Although the winter in the wilderness is deepening, the monster attacks and troubles have not ceased.
There is no such thing as a "winter's retreat" in the world of Cerdesia.
Chapter 1.05
I said we would arrive in less than a week, but that doesn't mean the week will be trouble-free.
The road was so steep that Kanami, with her cloak wrapped around her neck (but still with the same belly-button look on the inside), almost screamed that she was going to beat her chest.
If one could get a bird's eye view of where Leonardo and the others were walking right now with a map app, it would be the northern foothills of a vast mountain range called the Shanmai. In the Earth world, it was the Tianshan Mountains, the spine of Eurasia.
At the time of Aorsoy, the mountain range was visible to the north, and since he was looking to the south, he had to have traversed it at some point, but it wasn't in Leonardo's memory.
To explain it precisely, it meant that he had been wandering around the mountainous region for more than half a month, where a dragon species monster would appear every two hours, so it was hard to tell at what point he had slipped north.
It would be suicidal to wander around Central Eurasia in the fall and early winter, and moreover in the Tian Shan Mountains, but it is the physical capabilities of the Adventurer that make this kind of recklessness possible, as well as the laxity of this Seldesian world.
After parting ways with the peddler Jagd, the group is now the Five Adventurers. They don't understand what is normal in this world, because there is no one there to help them. Even if they had spent the night digging out the snow and making camp, they could only say, "Wow, it was cold, and my nose is freezing.
In the Shammai Mountains, however, we have reached the settlement of the Wolf Tuskers and the village of the Snow Hare, and there is a suspicion that this world itself is a very survivalist place.
As a New Yorker, he doesn't know this, but even the real world of the Tian Shan Mountains may be a peaceful place, full of life.
The earth was undulating and open.
It was a ridiculously hilly area with a ridiculous view. Leonardo, who lived in the valley between the buildings, could not have been more restless. A single hill-like bulge would be several kilometers long. It stretched out in the foothills of a seven thousand kilometer mountain range.
The sheer scale of it all is enough to make one's senses go astray. Rather than being in a huge mountain range, I felt as if I had become small. The wavy ground looks like a child's drawing of a good idea. But it is huge. It is a ridiculous land.
According to Chunsui, the summer in this area is beautiful. The wasteland becomes a grassland, with glorious greenery sprouting from the black earth and rocks everywhere. Here and there the bushes bear berries and the thin trees have many leaves.
If he could, Leonardo would have loved to visit this place that summer.
It's a good thing that they're in the middle of the night, because then a smile might appear in Coppelia's mirror-clear eyes.
But the reality is that the group continues to trudge through the snow-covered highlands. There are ten hours in a day, and they spend almost all of them on the move. And roughly every two hours, a dragon or a wyvern or a rock bird or a flying spirit comes along and engages in battle. It's a hell of a journey.
There are no tall boulders, large bushes, groves, or anything else to hide behind in this area. It is an undulating wilderness as far as the eye can see. There was no escaping the flying monsters in such a place, so a battle was inevitable.
Dragons are portrayed as powerful phantoms in the myths of the ancient and modern world.
In this world of Seldesia, they were no exception; they were extremely powerful monsters in their respective level bands, and this land of Shanmai was no exception. They were party-ranked monsters of level eighty-six to ninety, and although they weren't opponents that Leonardo and the others could defeat if they joined forces, they were by no means an opponent that could be caught off guard. In fact, as one of them attacked us alone, they were very convenient opponents if you consider them as training partners, but that doesn't mean it will always work out that way.
''You're showing too much, Elias.
There you go.
Elias charged in and wielded the Great Sword of the Fairies
''Wow, support for Erieli!''
Yes, Master. Reactive Healing, Sacred Wall.
Dressed in a steel maid's outfit (working suit), Coppelia casts a recovery spell as she wields a giant trunk. Moegi-colored brilliance and cherry-red barriers heal Elias' wounds while blocking the flames.
''Soiya-don!''
Giving the instruction, Kanami leapt up vertically and kicked the dragon's lower jaw above his head. The flame-like effects that stirred up the hostility peculiar to the warrior profession shone.
But the current series of exchanges is still Elias' fault.
The key to battle is the division of labor.
Although Elias is an ancient species, with a level of one hundred, it is still an attacker and a buffer in its nature. She is not a warrior (tank) that gathers a monster's enmity and draws its attacks to her. While it is fine to stand in the front line, she must not take damage from the front.
Not so much because of the risk to your life, but because if the monster's aim is blurred, the coordination will be disrupted.
(Is Elias in a hurry?)
Leonardo was talking to himself.
I'm not very good at socializing with people, so I can't say for sure, but recently Elias has been strange, especially in battle. I'm sure you'll be able to find out more about it. To begin with, even though Elias is a swordsman, his offensive characteristic is the remote crushing of the water stream by water flow. Even when combined with his powerful support capabilities, he is still a remote attacker, and there is no need for him to be on the front lines, in fact, it would be more of a risk to the party as a unit.
Of course, there are various means of attack, some of which are short-ranged blows, so I'm not going to deny Elias' running up to the front line in its entirety, but even so, it seemed to Leonardo that it lacked the previous balance.
''Whoa, whoa! Fairy sword ice-burial formation!
With a throaty roar, countless ice stakes emerge from Elias' great sword and flood the flaming dragon. The dragon is completely thrown off balance by Kanami's blow. The formation was tilted at once with this blow. No, it would have been the final blow. If it wasn't Elias.
Leonardo dove into the ground and let the cutting blade run up from an unnatural position. The Deadly Dance. The technique, no longer trained to the core of Leonardo's combat, has evolved further during the journey to this point!
The elaborate sequential structure of the technique, ingrained through repeated practice, was the starting point of the séance's séance, not the end. Rather, the Deadly Dance at that stage was an extremely restrictive fighting technique that required a set number of movements in a set order.
It was an inexperienced technique where even the slightest disadvantage, such as not being able to move a leg or having one arm paralyzed, would break the pattern and cause the move to malfunction. It was an inexperienced fighting technique that could only be used against an opponent who was standing upright on the ground or in free fall.
But now it was different. Dozens of predetermined moves are analyzed, constructed, and their cycles are designed. It's called Open Path Circulation, a technique concept from the days of the Elder Tail.
The reason why it is an idea rather than a technique is because it is a very difficult to put into practice. The trick to this cycle is to combine the "reuse restriction time" (recast time) of multiple specialties to execute a continuous attack. However, the re-casting time varies in various ways. Many high level equipment has a special effect to reduce recast time. Many of them reduce the reuse duration of certain specialties, if not the whole thing.
In other words, if a player wanted to learn Open Path Circulation, he would have to study and practice a unique construction for each piece of equipment. And even if you do learn it, it is research that can easily be wiped out by equipment replacement, patches and other factors. That's why only a handful of players among the cripples are willing to master this technique. Of course, even Leonardo hasn't mastered it. It performs far too poorly for the effort it takes to throw in.
That's what I thought in my gaming days.
''Guguuuuuuu!
Leonardo's Ninja Twin Flames slice through the dragon's scales, which scream wetly as if he's lost his mind somehow.
Except in this world.
In this real-life adventure, the ability to fight is of paramount importance. I'm sure the core of an adventurer's ability, whether for self-defense or purpose, is undoubtedly in combat.
Not yet.
Elias chased after it as if carrying a large sword on his shoulder, but before his eyes, the dragon's HP bar flowed closer and closer to zero. Kanami's multiple attacks and Leonardo's desperate barrage turned the dragon's life into a rainbow. The meter that is currently decreasing is only a confirmation of that after-the-fact.
He must have noticed it. With an uncomfortable, yet breathless expression on his face, Elias put down his weapon.
''Elias is--''
Leonardo hesitated as he tried to call out that he was being too forward.
It would be easy to just yell at him, but if Elias had something on his mind, it would be callous. But what he had in mind, Leonardo had no idea. I don't think Leonardo can give you any professional advice because he can't refer you to the company doctor.
To begin with, Elias is an "ancient species".
I have no intention of insisting on being an NPC or a Bot at this point in time, but even so, he was born differently than the Earth-born Leonardo. To begin with, I don't know what to say about being raised by an elf when even my project-mates from El Salvador get into a foul mood every time we have lunch (they're crazy for eating cabbage all the time).
But come to think of it, you're right. Doesn't our own project team (i.e. this party) need a mental health care counselor? You don't have that talent, so you're probably going to end up having a useless stomach ache yourself.
What's up? Leonardo.
No..... It's nothing. Elias, are you seeing a doctor?
'Fairy blood doesn't make you sick. Are you sick?
You sound like a crazy person.
I asked Elias, who asked me the opposite, but as expected, I didn't get any meaningful words back. Apparently, benefits are not very much, but they are the kind of support you can't hope for in this wilderness of barbarism.
Elias is a teammate.
But that doesn't mean he shares a past with Leonardo. He is an ancient species, not an earthling. Leonardo's expression is a little pathetic and distorted. I don't know how to put it into words, but that's what I'm going to miss.
(If only there was something more I could do.)
Leonardo's shoulders slumped and he sighed.
Every world seemed to have the same problems after all, Leonardo thought, and he was strangely convinced that, oh, well, this world was still real.
Elias doesn't eat tortillas or salted and soured cabbage, but he's a gentile in the same office.
Leonardo couldn't remember exactly where El Salvador was, and he couldn't decide which was farther away from Seldesia.
Chapter 1.06
Elias sat up and slipped out of the tent made of long-haired goat's wool.
It was much colder than freezing at night. The air was so cold that the water in the cracks in the rocks would freeze and expand, causing them to crumble. That's why there are not many large rocks in this wilderness.
Elias and his party had set up their tent, and they wondered if they could manage to slide over it with two carriages or so. It was still sheltered from the wind, as the hollow was barely enough to say, "I'm not sure what I'm doing here," but as I crawled out of the chest-high hollow, the night wind was blowing.
The thin clouds were tearing away and the moon lit up the area.
It was a desolate scene.
Elias was a sturdy warrior, an "ancient species" with a sturdy body, and his equipment is quite resistant to cold air, so he only felt a cool breeze, but the temperature might approach minus 20 degrees Celsius.
The tent behind us shook loudly.
It's not that there was any trouble. The Kanami had gotten out of control. She's a noisy woman, even when she's sleeping. Elias gave a small laugh.
Elias has been traveling with Kanami since she was saved in Ulster.
Currently, this world (Seldesia) is in unprecedented danger. A catastrophe has destroyed all the rules. It is safe to say that the Thirteenth Order of the Whole World has been destroyed.
It was a hidden mission.
The ultimate destruction of this world (Seldesia) was imminent. --The Thirteen Knights of the World, who had seen the situation through the future memory of Darshana, which was revealed to them by the Prophet Smiltimala, had been gathering their forces in secret.
It was for this very operation that the history of more than a hundred years to the present day has been made.
The seal on the Great Fortress of the Apocalypse and the tens of thousands of demons that control the power of the strange powers that have been locked away in the Great Fortress of the Apocalypse were about to be lifted. Elias and the rest of the Knights of the Red Branch were ready to march into battle at the magical camp on the outskirts of Londenium.
The Great Fortress of the Apocalypse was a huge magical device used to seal the disaster, but it was also their home base, the Great Fortress. In order to annihilate them or reseal them, it is necessary to move to the Great Fortress of Doom, and in order to do so, the seal needs to be broken.
The moment the seal on the disaster was lifted, the Thirteenth Order of the Whole World attacked the Great Doomsday Fortress with the Void Transfer Device they had created in various locations. The Thirteenth Order attacks the Great Fortress of the Apocalypse with the Void Transfer Device they have created in various locations, and defeats the recently awakened Codicil, which has no idea what's going on and is not ready to cooperate with them. --This is the outline of the great battle for the protection of the world, which has been carried out in secret, unknown to the world.
The Knights of the Red Branch, led by Elias, worked tirelessly to finalize their equipment and granting techniques in order to spearhead this top-secret operation.
But the tragedy came out of nowhere.
The moment there were only eight hours left until the mission was to be carried out, Elias and his team were taken by surprise.
The strange demon that had been prophesied in the prophecy, the Codicast, was still under seal.
The demons, still under seal, attacked the Order of the Red Branch. They look like humans, fish, birds, dice, or glowing mist, but they're vague but fearsome, and they shower Elias' allies with blade-like tentacles, electric shocks, and acid gas.
The battle wasn't that one-sided. Even though they were taken by surprise, the Order of the Red Branch endured well. They even managed to rebuild their battle lines.
But the deformity had a trump card with it.
That is the Word of Death.
When they heard the spell, their friends fell one by one. The expression on their faces, frozen in fear, looked into the unfathomable darkness, distorted as if they had been touched by a madness they didn't want to see. He was undoubtedly alive, but he was not breathing, and his heart and lungs had ceased to function.
Unable to bear the sight of the front line collapsing, Elias ran out of the main camp. Then he shouted the command to activate the Void Transfer Device. There's not enough energy. At this rate, the magic power sucked up from the ground vein (land mana) without limit might cause the Intercity Transport Gate to shut down. But that wasn't the point.
If the Void Transfer Unit was destroyed by this surprise attack, the Great Fortress of the Apocalypse would be impossible to capture. And before that, the strength of this base would be wiped out.
Elias shouted.
I will stop this from happening. The knights in the main camp, use the Void Transfer Module to attack the Great Doomsday Fortress! And. As long as the litany of disasters visited here, the seal was somehow lifted. Since that's the case, transference should be possible, and in fact, the Void Transfer Device was activated, albeit unsteadily.
Furiously wielding the great sword Crystal Stream, Elias cut into the crowd of "liturgists". He no longer thought of defeating them. In order to save his retreating comrades, he had to stop them for a minute or even a second.
Little by little, bit by bit, the retreat progressed in a time that was sticky enough to burn the pit of his stomach. It may not have actually taken them long enough, but about half of their companions were sucked into the glow of the transference device. Only Elias and a small number of death squads remained.
--Tayshiseyo
--Kogoe, Frue, Itezke
--Kugtuno
--Sono Shumatsuwo
--Empathize with me.
--Tayshiseyo
--Tsukuraretarexio
--Tsukuraretakiokuo
--Tsukurareta Omoi.
--Zincaq software timeline
I turn my ears away from the curse that echoes like a funeral bell. You wish that it was meaningless noise. But in vain, Elias guesses what it represents. Don't think (,,,,,,,,,,,). When you understand it, you mourn everything (,,,,,,,,,,,,). I knew it, but I couldn't stop it. As if the emptiness that engulfs the world engulfed my feet, I lost my sense of time and my sense of up and down and up and down in an instant.
Oh, I see (,,,,,).
So that was it (,,,,,,,,).
The darkness that came was filled with conviction, oddly enough.
Elias was cut off from himself in the midst of a conviction that was too much of a joke and yet unattachable, a conviction that was too ridiculous to even despair. No, in this darkness, command and spontaneity were equal. Disconnection and abandonment were the same, cessation and self-closure were the same, and sleep and death were also the same.
Elias had ended then.
Elias clenched his teeth as he stared into the darkness of the cold wind.
He wanted to scorch himself with fiery rage.
I don't even want to believe that that cold resignation is mine. The heat from the heat blown into the Kanami is a flame that coursed through his veins. It was this fire that woke her from her dreamless slumber.
I want to be strong.
Fairy blood brought blessings and curses to Elias. His abilities, such as the unparalleled fairy arts and the ability to see through evil, originated from his training, but he was also cursed by the geas, which prevented him from punishing his opponents.
Elias knows that all of this is nonsense.
He knows they're not really true (,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,).
But to admit that they are nonsense, to admit that the past is false, will lead him back to Dreamless Sleep. The curse of the past binds and protects Elias.
(Why am I...)
I stare at my clenched fists, but there is no answer.
Elias is weak.
Although he is the most powerful, his strength is sealed with an unspoken curse. It is not to interfere with the Adventurer's activities - no, that is not the case. This seal is cursed by the blood of the fairies - to keep the Adventurer's prey from being stolen.
The Word of Death begins to rage again in your heart.
Despair and jealousy raged like a black sea, and Elias squeezed his chest. This cold pain cannot be prevented even by raising the anti-cold air attribute defense.
I know it vaguely, but I can't admit it, and because I can't admit it, I can't get out of the spell. The trap that Elias had fallen into was that kind of trap.
Staring at his feet, Elias noticed the shadows.
When he looked up, he wondered when it appeared. A flattering woman was staring at Elias as if she was not there.
The wind had died down and a thin lavender-colored silk was floating in the cool night air. I couldn't see her eyes, hidden by the veil, but I could see that she was staring at Elias.
'What can I do for you? Miss (Freulein)
When Elias asked reflexively, the woman - Yoren - searched for words for a while and spoke in a thoughtful voice.
I believe you are a well known traveling martial artist from what I can see. My name is Ip Lian. I am the last of the immortal women who live in the Immortal Caves near here.
''Nymph.... Well then!
The lady nodded at the slightly high voice Elias raised.
''Although our abilities are greatly inferior, I am one of the ''ancient species''. ........Elias-Hackblade-sama, is that correct?
'How. One of the Thirteen Swords. Elias Hackblade, a swordsmith from the Order of the Red Branch, the Braidmancer.
They stared at each other in the white light of the moon.
The word "ancient species" is just a term of convenience. The word "species" was attached to it, but it was neither a race nor a type. The ancient species is a type of earthling, meaning nothing more than "strong". At least that's what Elias thinks. If I had to use a word that came close, it would be 'superhuman'.
Many of the ancient species belong to the Thirteenth Order of the Whole World, but even that is not a guarantee. It's just that the efforts of Elias and the others resulted in their membership. They are simply a generic term for the powerful "earthlings," so even the evil "ancient species" and the recluse "ancient species" exist in small numbers.
Because it is a generic name, it has many aliases.
Here in the Nakahara server, the "Immortals" are a group of people called the "Old Breed. They are called "hermits" for males and "immortals" for females. The other names for the Immortals on the Nakahara Server are Taoist, Shinjin, Immortals, Sacred Mother, and so on, which are all different names for the Immortals on the Nakahara Server, or the "ancient species.
The White Winged Princess, Ling Xiangfeng, also known as the White Winged Princess, is as famous as Elias, the most famous of the Middle Earth's "ancient species," and the Immortal Princess, the leader of the Jade Knight Order, is also a Immortal Woman.
I'm sure you'll be able to find a way to make use of it. Now Elias had finally made contact with one of the "ancient species".
'I have a favor to ask of you, Elias-sama.
The Leaf Lotus Immortal let out a voice filled with tears and threw herself down at Elias's feet in a prostrate position.
''Our illustrious history in the Middle Plains has suffered an unprecedented crisis and many of our sacred grounds have fallen or been destroyed. The Baitomo Temple, located 20 li southeast of here, is one of them. The people of nearby villages and towns are terrified by the violence of the ferocious demons that have conquered them. Every day the feeble Heavenly Bailiff counts his life on his fingers and lives in fear.
"Maj...
Is it a "classic disaster"? Elias recalled the incarnation of mad violence that had brought this beautiful "hermitess" to grief.
I know this is a shameless request, but I beg you, the hero of the West, to get down on your knees and conquer the demons. Please conquer the demons.''
Elias's lack of strength and his desire to save his people had led him to a quest.