the waterways

It's the main camp. It's not a temporary place like an outpost. Digging, building rocks, There are traces of forced pushback of forests and grasslands. The goblins pop out first. They come in shouting as if they were sounding an alarm. in succession trolls Even the people who covered the mud of the swamp are mixed. "You've been pressed down here." Naird speaks low. instead of answering Dryard's crossbow rings. an ice splint shot. The arrow splits in the air Pierce the goblin in the front row at the same time. The ice is smudging, It goes over with its feet attached to the ground. From the back The nagas wriggle and rush. The blade flashes through the scales. Naird steps forward. Iced chavre. the moment you wield your sword The waves are coming together, The scales and flesh split at the same time. The ground is ringing. Minotaur He runs out of the center of the main camp. Rushing with a stone column as a weapon. Dryers keep their distance. a series of shots. The ice arrow shoots the knee and joint correctly. The moment the speed drops Naid is digging in. Shocker Sword. The electricity is going through the body The huge body collapses as it is. The sky is getting dark. the griffon riders. It plunges in a circle from the sky. The dryer moves right away. a teleport. The moment the location changes The crossbow is already facing up. Chaser shot. The arrow that follows along with the curve It runs through Gryphon's chest. fall. The rest of you Push it away with a wave shot. It loses its balance in the air and scatters. the inside of the main camp. a barrier made of wood and stone, Moon Sik, who absorbs vitality, Wooden missile devices. "I'm cleaning up." Dried says. Wooden missiles are flying in The arrow goes before him. a series of shots. The arrow with a vision on it Blast the launch pad from the inside. The barrier collapsed The center of the main camp is revealed. Goblin trolls. Swamp trolls It's the last one to come. Naird doesn't stop. Lower the sword, It moves forward as if it were in the flow. Cut, push, and cut. Even if blood and mud are mixed The steps don't slow down. From the back Dryer keeps shooting. Quickly. Exactly. Without stopping. in a moment The main camp becomes quiet. The lights go out Munsik is broken The earth breathes again. Naid lowers his sword. "That's it They must have been rooted." The dryer looks inside the main camp. a trail that still remains a deeper mark of connection. “…No." "The main character is right."