Absolutely Do Not Touch Eldmia Egga

Confusion is all around.

Most of the resounding cries were in the language of the beastmen, but as I heard when I first left the ger, there were also some who spoke the common language. It was easy to understand why there was such a linguistic difference, thanks to the difference between those who felt like tribal warriors and those who felt like adventurers, just by looking at their costumes.

Of course, there was no time to leisurely analyze such things. That damned racist dragon is getting closer in real time. I braced my legs as I caught up with my thoughts trying to diverge.

What is needed right now is a highland or an open area that can cause the least damage to them.

I think it’ll be fine as long as you get out of the footprints, but the Warchief’s Ger is located in the center of the footprints, so there’s quite a distance. I hope he doesn’t arrive by then… Seeing that the little fingernail in the distant sky has already grown to the size of a thumb, it was close to futile hope.

[Owner, can you catch the dragon?]

Still, Este, who silently silences important conversations, quietly noticed and opened her mouth, contemplating whether or not to climb the guard tower that caught her eye, but soon gave up and started running again.

“How do you feel when you see it?”
[No matter how much he is the owner, he doesn’t seem like a dragon…]
“I think so too.”

So, I thought I would prepare everything I could and go. I even thought about jumping.

But what if it came directly to me? Since the lock-on was already applied, the option was gone.

[…sorry. I shouldn’t have used that last time.]

For a moment, I wondered what it was, but it was the Master Spark that I shot at the demon army stationed outside Epaga Sierra in Rengi. I couldn’t even think of it because I was in such a hurry.

“Be careful next time.”
[Is there a way…?]

From the looks of it, it seems that I was trying to ask if there was a follow-up. Thanks to that, for a very short time, I almost felt resentment, wondering if this was already seeing me as a living corpse, but I decided to put up with it for once because the situation was the situation.

“The way is always to make.”

Compared to the old days when he had to deal with the thieves with only the body of a child, wild magic application method, and sword, he is now a nobleman.

At least right now, even though I’m exhausted, my equipment is close to perfect, and I’ve never been lazy in training, so I’m confident that I’ve raised my skills to the best I can.

In that sense, I’m a better man than when I was thrown into the gate to save Esmue, I’m a better man than when I had Envelde’s neck cut, I’m a better man than when I’m dealing with orcs, or when I’m dealing with a javelin’s buffalo horn… No, crazy fuck

. what happened so much? I was trying to win mentally somehow, but suddenly I get angry? You make me remind myself of this shit. After all, that dragon is a harmful dragon.

“Really, I catch that bastard, draw blood, and drink it.”
[Suddenly?]

– Crow la la la!!

As if Este couldn’t react as if it was ridiculous, an incomparable roar sounded from the sky right above her head.

With the impression that this is what it means to feel the shock just by the sound alone, I barely endured the strength in my legs and looked back up. was looking down on

It was a horror made of ultramarine blue.

As soon as I realized that bright yellow reptilian eyes were staring right at me, my spine stiffened and I tried to lose my strength. With no threat whatsoever, just flapping its wings to stay in place, the ger directly below it collapses and people fall.

Without any magical action, just the wind pressure was like that.

“Because he’s a physical gangster after all.”

They started fighting from around the neck, forcibly trying to catch up on their strength, and deliberately joked about it. Perhaps the dragons of this world also have a fear-inducing function due to their innate race value, and a sense of fear that is incomparable to when facing superhumans such as the Sword Master strikes.

However, as long as there was a countermeasure that one thousand and one Eldmians gathered collective intelligence, this level of fear would not be a problem.

A very effective method that was completed based on the saying that since ancient times, if there is nothing to see, you can just get out of any situation.

“Why the hell do you open your eyes like that?”

Anger knows the answer.

-Derat Sa…?

I said it was a monster bastard who couldn’t communicate, but the guy who spit out an unknown word that evoked a lot of resonance tilted his head as if he had listened to me. At this moment, I almost forgot everything and was engulfed in embarrassment, but fortunately my body moved first thanks to my clever body that didn’t bother my head.

What needs to be done remains unchanged. Rather, it was a bigger problem if it was a talking dragon. It’s because he didn’t attack the demons with ignorance, but rather targeted the demons with intellect.

“덤벼 이 새끼야!”

I put the mana I drew out so rapidly into the needle that the sense of exhaustion I felt from his appearance was nothing, and shot it toward his eyes with all my might. At least the moment I cast that blow, an aftermath comparable to the wind pressure caused by the flapping of its wings occurred around me, and at the same time, I flew in with the sound of the needle tearing through the air.

It wasn’t intentional, but it was a perfect surprise. While revealing something embarrassing, the dragon’s eerie vertical eyeball burst open causing bleeding and a roar. It was a short moment, but after confirming that not only his eyes were broken, but also the bluish magic barrier, I used my magic time and ran without looking back.

-Derat Sa Bne Giz Tum Dersch Dleh!!

The roar he had just screamed was so bloody that it felt like aegyo.

It was such a terrible cry that even among the other beasts around me, people collapsed while urinating. started to climb

[Crazy, crazy, crazy! That’s not just a dragon, it’s a dragon! tell me! It’s different from what the warchief said! What should I do if I try to attack it!!]
“The Confucian dragon inside me said, don’t give in to that fucking racist dragon.”
[What are you talking about?!]

I didn’t have time to explain the joke for myself to Este, so I ran up the wall, ignoring the guy’s rebuttal.

Even though the racist dragon lost an eye in my attack, it didn’t roll unseemly on the floor. If it did, it would have been really great damage, so I was very fortunate.

-Ne Tot Nebi Re Tginde Bun!!

Instead, he struggled in pain for a long time with another cry, then started looking for me with one eye shining. Running on needles has become as familiar to me as running up stairs, so I had the time to keep an eye on him, and before long I met the guy who spotted me running up the wall again.

Oh, I know what that is. It is clear that the eyes are stained with doubt and anger.

– Nebi Re!

Words similar to the shouts I just heard echoed through the air, and at the same time, a tremendous amount of magical power surged towards me.

The Eldmia in my head, tense and spinning, shouted at the same time. It’s definitely the fucking dragon magic.

The smart body moved on its own this time as well. Like I knew it without even thinking about it.

Without hesitation, I pulled out the needle and removed the stairs, and when the intangible magic flew at a slower speed than my body fell, the rock was cut away as if dozens of blades were slashing.

– Quagga gagagak!

Even though I knew I had no time to admire it, I stuck out my tongue at the power of admiration, and again driving the needle into the wall to balance, I ran hard to escape the footprints before he cast another spell.

-Gi Tran Taret…!

I don’t know what the hell he’s talking about, so every time he says something, I start to flinch, worried that magic might come flying.

Fortunately, this time, as if it wasn’t magic, the guy who only revealed his bold teeth spun around in place as if he were doing a somersault, then started charging toward me. Judging by the fact that he would attack his head immediately after missing the magic once, it was clear that he also had a formidable anger control disorder.

I was rather fortunate. It would be better to deal with a bad-headed dragon than a good-headed dragon.

“Esthetic! Maximize your divine power!”
[What, what are you going to do?]

It was terrifying to see the creature flying straight into the air as if it were a guided missile and growing in size moment by moment, but more than that, the sense of relief that we had arrived at the edge of the rock wall at the footsteps was greater, so I forced myself to smile this time. could tell

“Riding.”
[Rye…what?]

I spurred on the rock wall and jumped towards him.

Even as I flew at high speed, the one and only pupil that accurately captured my appearance closed. It seemed that he didn’t want to lose the rest of his eyes, so his actions were swift.

It was also a movement accompanied by the confidence that my eyelids could block the stitches I had injected with all my might. Sensing that it would be a tough fight, I clicked my tongue briefly and pushed the esthete into his neck as hard as I could, passing his huge head.

Certainly, there was a heavy resistance evoked by hardness that was incomparable to that of the dragon, but the sword was still stuck.

At the same time, it crashed into the rock wall, chipping it away and soaring into the sky.