“That’s right… At that time, really…”
Elves and druids chewed their lips.
They all recalled the humiliation they had suffered from Barnaul.
The abilities of the natural races were special.
Their souls belonged to nature, not to death.
Because, like the knights of Camelot, they were able to avoid the humiliation of becoming ghosts and being enslaved by Barnaul.
But conversely…
“That’s right. Even now, when I think about that time, I get angry.”
He was subject to constant harassment by Barnaul.
It was because they were a special race that could not be conquered with black magic.
Ellie spoke first.
“They set fire to Elvenheim, which was filled with lush flowers and trees. While our elves were in a state of panic, they spread curses all over the continent.”
The result was not unknown to me either.
The continent of Elvenheim was completely dead.
I couldn’t erase that miserable scene from my mind.
Even…
“He said he would help me put out the fire and peed dirty water on me.”
It wasn’t enough to destroy Elvenheim.
Barnaul showed off their dog-like nature without fail and left a big scar on the elves’ hearts.
Chief Findrick nodded.
The humiliation suffered by the druids was no less severe.
“It happened overnight. All the leaves of the World Tree that were piled up in the warehouse…”
The disappeared leaves of the World Tree.
The culprits were the Frostmen of Barnaul, and the damage done to the druids was too great to be called a prank.
“All the tribesmen became exhausted as the days went by. One day, the black magicians of Barnaul suddenly appeared and thrust a leaf from the World Tree into their hands…”
The druids were already under the spell of black magic.
The black magicians placed the World Tree proudly in their palms, but…
“I was under the illusion of wanting to put the World Tree in my mouth… I licked their feet and the dirt floor like a dog. I saw them laughing at us like crazy.”
Barnaul was cruel.
Druids who do not become slaves to black magic.
The reason they trampled on the horns of the druids was to satisfy their petty pride.
But…
“This time it will be different.”
Barnaul, where we will meet again.
At my words, Ellie and Findrick nodded simultaneously.
A week passed in the blink of an eye.
Barnaul had a busy week building Sisyphus and grinding out the souls of demons.
Now it was time to step forward and reclaim Camelot as requested by the Inspector General…
“You want us to go by ourselves?”
“Yes, Mr. Guts said he would like to tour the museum.”
Guts suddenly left the recapture of Camelot to his second-in-command, Malchios.
The adjutant shrugged his shoulders as if there was nothing he could do.
“Of course, it’s Elvenheim.”
“Well, that’s true.”
The location of Camelot, tracked through black magic.
Coincidentally, it wasn’t originally an area on Earth.
Guts checked the merger records of the European headquarters, and as soon as he confirmed that it was Elvenheim, he lost interest like a ghost.
“What fun would there be in a dimension that has completely fallen apart?”
I don’t know why Camelot is in Elvenheim.
However, since it was the place where the curse was directly placed, Guts could easily guess what kind of trouble Elvenheim was in by now.
It was true that Malchios was also less interested.
But a mission is a mission.
As soon as the golden curtain was lifted, he led dozens of warlocks through the gate portal.
They flew up on bone gargoyles reanimated as undead,
Bam!
Splash!
The rotten wing skin covered with black magic supported its considerable weight.
A tiny artificial island pulled into the North Pacific Ocean.
The black magicians who flew high above the continent of Elvenheim…
“Uh?”
Kwaaaaang!
Suddenly, they were pulled by an unknown gravity and crashed into Elvenheim.
Their mouths were filled with the crisp sand of the beach.
The warlocks discovered that the gargoyles were no longer moving.
“What is it, why is it like this?”
There was no other reason.
The vast natural power emanating from Elvenheim.
Because the black magic of a freshly revived gargoyle couldn’t withstand it.
“Is this the limit for Permegon trash? Anyway…”
The warlocks saw the changed appearance of Elvenheim, and they were all shocked.
“Is this Elvenheim?”
The curse that had swept across the continent like soot was no longer to be found.
All you could see were lush green forests and vibrant waves.
The emotions Malchios felt from that were annoyance and discomfort.
“This can’t be happening.”
It was clear that every single sprout had been burned cleanly.
They were the ones who prepared for the possible movement of the World Tree, instilling curses at every step.
It wasn’t like they had the wrong number.
Camelot, which had been continuously detected by tracking black magic.
That ominous silhouette was faintly visible beyond the Elvenheim forest.
In the end, the strategy Malchios chose was simple.
Repeating the past.
‘I don’t know what they did to it, but… they’ll just have to burn it again.’
Malchios led his warlocks into the forest.
Then, when he decided he was deep enough, he flicked his fingers at his subordinates.
“You know? Let’s get started.”
“All right.”
The warlocks moved in unison.
They brought two fingers spread out parallel to their lips.
Whoosh whoosh!
They exhaled and created a spark.
Use it…
They sucked it into their lungs again, reddening the concentrated black magic.
Cheeeee…
The sparks at the fingertips of the black magicians.
Although it looked like an insignificant spark, it was the true identity of the fire demon that once engulfed Elvenheim in flames.
Whoosh!
There was not a shred of hesitation.
The black magicians of Barnaul, who spread sparks throughout the forest with the snap of their fingers.
Now all that was left to do was watch the forest engulfed in flames and the elves running out with tears and snot running down their faces…
“Why aren’t you burning?”
No matter how many sparks they threw or how much breath they put into it, the fire showed no sign of spreading.
Only then could they confirm it.
Most of the forest was occupied by just one type of plant.
And…
Convex
Hundreds of branches reached out towards them.
The leaves at the end were each curled in a unique shape.
In that cotyledon full of vitality, no matter what was done, the fire of black magic did not catch on.
…
“Gasp… Gasp…”
Deputy Commander Malchios revised his strategy.
A gargoyle that had stopped moving was inevitable.
The pleasure of burning down the forest was also impossible at present.
All that aside, they were given a most important mission.
“Throw everything away. Just take Camelot and go back. Just Camelot…”
The tracking magic was still active.
The silhouette of Camelot could still be seen in the center of the forest…
“It definitely seemed close…”
No matter how much they walked, they never got any closer to their destination.
“Deputy Commander…”
The situation was gradually getting worse.
Brilliant light streaming through the dense foliage.
Even the sound of a clear stream flowing down the slope.
Several of the subordinates, who could not stand the unpleasant environment, let go of their belts.
“I can’t stand it anymore!”
The warlocks were already sweating bullets.
A sense of humiliation at having surrendered to the natural environment enveloped them…
Swish…
Although it was a rather crude method, they tried to regain their pride as black magicians who symbolized destruction and corruption by urinating on the surrounding landscape.
But…
Thud thud.
Thud.
While being hit by the bright yellow raindrops falling towards Jeongsu-ri.
Only then did the second-in-command Malchios realize it.
“…”
The image of Camelot, which had been pursued all along, was turned upside down.
In other words, the fact that they had been chasing a mirage created by spatial distortion.
Belated realization came belatedly, along with the pungent smell of urine.
“Hehehe!”
The dark magicians, half-conscious, were filled with the clear air that filled their lungs.
At that moment, as they were showing off their comprehensive art as true mountaineers, squirting urine everywhere, lighting small sparks at their fingertips, drinking black magic potions, and throwing the remaining flasks here and there…
Beep beep beep beep beep!
From somewhere, the sound of hooves and a whistle could be heard.
“What?”
Malchios barely managed to keep his mind from becoming confused.
What he found was a druid wearing a jungle hat and sunglasses, riding a goral.
“Why… How did a druid… come here?”
A druid that cannot exist, that should not exist.
No, even if they exist, they are beings who would be on the verge of death without the leaves of the World Tree.
But the druid standing before my eyes was radiating majestic aura with his deer antlers.
“Guys, you can’t do that here.”
A druid who moved his jaw like a camel.
He began to accuse Barnaul of breaking the strict rules of the forest.
The punishment thus imposed was…
“Heeheeheehee!”
“Heeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeek!”
Granting ‘regeneration’ to warlocks.
They all rolled around on the dirt floor.
A wretched body given over to corruption and damage through a dark contract.
As new skin began to grow in between, it was only natural that the terrible itching would be accompanied by pain.
“Eeeeeeeeeeeeek!”
Overwhelming compatibility.
It was also for this reason that they wanted to destroy the World Tree.
Because Barnaul could never defeat the druids armed with the World Tree.
And then, it happened.
“Those guys…”
Ssuk.
Swish.
The innocent elves began to appear one by one.
They had this innocent smile on their face.
It looked the same then as it does now…
As I looked at that sight, an inexplicable feeling of anger welled up within me.
“You little elf brats!”
A druid can’t win.
But what about elves?
With the blind hostility of ‘I will kill only you,’ the black magicians rose up with an indomitable will…
“Asleep!”
He swung his hand covered in black magic.
But,
Widely!
“Uh?”
There was a clear difference.
The sleeves of the warlocks fluttered in the wind.
What was holding their limp wrists tightly…
“What is so… thick?”
I finished replenishing my nutrients to the bone with Pax FC’s unlimited wild vegetable bibimbap.
The thick, copper-colored forearms of the elves were pleasing to the eye.
“Got it.”
Shh.
A smile with missing front teeth.
A bird’s-eye view of the house, with its head pressed down, as if it had just woken up from sleep.
Even the white mucus running diagonally across the chubby cheeks.
It was an innocent and pure sight that made you smell the soybean paste just by looking at it…
“Ah… Aah…!”
It rather aroused the opposite feelings in the warlocks.
The emotion called fear.
“Eww!”
They were running around like crazy, regardless of whether they were on your side or my side.
However, the elves that appeared like Tarzan grabbed the warlocks by the hair as if pulling out a vine, and even if they escaped occasionally, they would either return to the spatial distortion or end up tripping and falling to their deaths.
“That’s ridiculous…”
Meanwhile, Malchios felt wronged.
No matter how natural it may be, the cycle of life and death is always in balance.
The denser the forest, the more likely it is that it will also have a deadly environment suitable for extracting black magic.
But…
“What the heck is this! This monstrous space…!”
There was no death in this forest.
A space supported by the life force of the World Tree from beginning to end.
Elvenheim, filled with infinite life force, was acting as a sterile room for the germ called Barnaul.
“Gasp! Gasp!”
Malchios ran.
Avoiding the druid’s ‘regeneration.’
Avoiding the elves’ ‘purification’ and brute force.
After a few minutes had passed…
Was the god of death trying to save him?
Knock! Knock!
He was finally able to face the object of his longed-for death.
“Found it! If I just have that…!”
A pale beast lay lying among the bushes.
It had an ambiguous appearance, like a deer, but not quite a deer… but he didn’t care about the species.
Decay and death are the warlock’s assets.
Because he had finally found his weapon in this vast ocean.
Ugh…
Black magic drawn from the depths of the heart.
He spat out evil words from between his lips.
“Get up.”
Bam!
The reaction was quick.
A beast that raised its body.
The guy revealed moist eyes towards the master who woke him up…
-Kueeeeeeeeeeeeeeek!
“Worm, f*ck!”
He immediately sat down the black magician with a strange sound.
Slowly. Slowly.
A deer ran away screaming, complaining of mental damage.
Malchios just stared blankly at the back of the goral as it jumped up and down.
“…”
Phew.
He buried his head.
Because there really wasn’t a single death in Elvenheim.
“It was worth giving me the World Tree.”
Meanwhile, after watching the battle of Elvenheim, I was able to come to a conclusion.
Barnaul would never be able to break through Elvenheim, armed with the World Tree.
With the elves and druids active, it seemed like there was no need to worry about Camelot anymore.
Of course…
“It’s not over yet.”
Jiiing.
I was standing at the portal to Europe.
With the twelve knights of Camelot, including Lancelot.
It wasn’t just the elves and druids who held grudges against Barnaul.
“Let’s go.”
When I nodded, the knights of Camelot nodded in unison.
To repay an old debt.
LUNA-CAVE
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