174 Lesson 44: The Bad Wind (1/2)

A gruesome scream rips through the darkness at night and sounds.

It was those gathered in the wild horses who screamed, and their gaze was directed at the woman in black who revealed her bare face.

I turn my gaze to the same person.

Probably a fairy (elf) in the woods from the shape of an ear. Probably because I first saw an elf with brown skin and silver hair. The same goes for Renamaria, but all the elves I know were holders of white skin and blonde hair.

It won't even have sunburned in the desert, so maybe it's a different elf species from the Renamaria lineage.

Nothing, it's not funny. Even humans have a variety of skin and hair colors. No wonder the elves are.

The problem is - it was the appearance of the elves that caused people to scream.

The right half side is a delicate (sesame) beauty that gives the fairy's blood a dark feel.

In contrast, the left half...

”Then, monsters!

One of the 'Desert Eagles', who slashed off the elf's hood just before, curses. That was probably the most terminal expression of the feelings of those on this occasion.

The half side of the elf was that of a lion. It's also strong enough to say that it resembles a lion, for example, and the bravery and strength felt from a wild lion can't even feel shards (pieces). A badly distorted appearance runs out of ugly words.

There was a good feeling that the ugliness stood out just because the appearance of the elf (Membo) was outstanding.

”-”

Woman elf covering her face with her left hand not holding the sword. The lips are pulled together in a single letter so that they can reveal something.

And, you saw the behavior as a gap, and the man who raised his voice as a monster now slashes on the elf.

In response to this attack, the elf unleashed a long sword on his hips, bouncing back his opponent's slash with sound.

However, his defense while covering his face with his hands is cramped, in fact, allowing his opponent to rebuild his posture without being able to move on to a counterattack.

While doing so, other members of the ”Desert Eagle” pick up their surroundings, but the elves still keep their hands off their faces.

Apparently, for that elf, exposing his face is more abominable than being mocked by his enemies.

Of course, you can't fight a number of opponents with that attitude properly, but you are slashed from all sides and immediately driven to the defensive side.

Every time a group of eagle cutthroats captured the elves, the bloodshed splashed into the darkness at night. From the arm, from the back, a few muscles bleed or fell to pollute the garment. From the mutilated pain, or from the face of the elf, a waterfall sweat runs down, and breathing is terribly rough. Even from here it is likely to hear the breath of Ha.

Until now, the surrounding wild horses who had sided with the elves also seemed to have changed their purpose (shiatsu) by witnessing that alienation, and from some they are also flying in solidarity with the 'Desert Eagle'.

- I watched those sights in silence. I'm not going to give (kummy) to The Desert Eagle, nor am I willing to help an elf who has been hostile.

I just wanted to walk away, but there were unusual signs swelling around from the beginning, and that was what kept my legs on the spot.

Needless to say, the source of the signs. That elf. It reminds me of the magic stone that is about to erupt, if I may. Whether it's ”Desert Eagle,” or the wild horses, I wish I'd run away quickly, but I don't even bother to warn you, so I'll leave you alone. Whatever happens will be at your own risk at a time when you are wrestling with a blade wound (carrot) shanty (zata) wild horse in a pleasure street at night.

While doing so, there was another screaming twist. Seeing, the sleeves of Elf's clothes are slit, and from there the skin covered in beast hair peeps. Apparently, the anomaly of the elves extends not only to the face but also to the body.

”Demons, I don't know what you've been up to getting into this city, but I hope you're lucky that our 'Desert Eagle' found you!

The sword of an unspeakably wielded man captures the elf precisely and slashes it down from his shoulder. Blood overflowing from the wound slammed the ground hard, and the slashed elf let his body rest heavily.

There another man was slashed from behind and his back was severely broken again. It makes a fountain-like noise and bleeds away, and the smell of intense blood can stand around.

Screams and cheers gushed from the surroundings at the same time. Everyone would have thought it was definitely fatal. In fact, the amber (kohaku) colored eyes of the elves lost their luminous light.