“...... When the last dragon in the Eastern Mountains, Ankarea, fell, the dwarves made a throne out of its head, built a palace out of its bones, made armor out of its dragon scales, and cooked a feast out of its flesh and blood to celebrate the founding of the Dwarven Empire. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 Info master Esseland Eindev was elected King of the Dwarves. This day is the first and last species of dwarves, that is, the beginning and end of the millennium, and the dwarf calendar is written as: П cah_?"

—Excerpt from "The Hammer and the Spark", by the Dwarven History Editing Society of Wuerde City

Haredith wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and spat the dirty blood from his mouth to the ground, and a large crowd of people had gathered around them. The market area was the busiest place in Azonica, especially near noon, and there was an endless stream of people who came here to trade and trade, but today neither sellers nor buyers had the heart to calculate each other in the shops, but gathered in Little Lund to temporarily look forward to the demeanor of Azonica's first swordsman, Kuka. Needless to say, Kuka's fame at Azonica is well known, while his opponent Haleidick is also famous. It was difficult not to be remembered by a drow elf who walked freely in the sunlight far away from the crypt of Taresia, and it was quickly recognized in the crowd.

"That Drow!!'s that Quinn!"

"That's him, this bastard made me lose a lot of money on Juneteenth!"

"Isn't this the Drow Elf?!Why is the Drow in Azonica?!"

"I heard if he seemed to have been banished from the Crypt of Taresia or whatever, eh, I don't know. ”

"Damn! Damn! My whole family died at the hands of Drow, and I was sold to this hellish place! Kill him!

The passers-by, who had just been quietly talking to their acquaintances, started to shout in unison, "Kill him, kill that Drow!" in the hope that Kuka would be able to kill the drow spirit who was full of sin and pleasure in slaughter and deception.

Hareddick ignored the emotional crowd around him, he took a few deep breaths and suppressed the churning blood in his chest, and Kuka, who had been waiting for Haredith to catch his breath for a long time, said, "Rest enough, second round, come." Even though there was a high-pitched noise all around, the cold voice of the undead swordsman like a yin wind still made everyone present tremble unconsciously.

Kuka slowly walked towards Haredik, and Haredik put his two scimitars up one after the other in a defensive stance, slowly retreating in a circle to make sure he was out of range of Kuka's greatsword.

Kuka tilted the pitch-black helmet he wore on his head and covered his entire face, and said in a cold voice, "No, I'll go." As soon as the words fell, everyone around them only felt that Kuka, who was several meters away from Hareddick just now, came to him as if he was teleporting. The crimson greatsword in his hand sent a red lightning bolt and struck Haredik's face. Before Haredith could even react to how Kuka had suddenly appeared in front of him, the fishy and rotten sword was only a few fingers away from the tip of his nose, and he was about to split himself in half.

However, at this time, Haredith's body's instinctive reaction saved his life, and it was the muscle memory accumulated by the Drow Elves over the past hundred and thirty years of countless battles and escapes from death that were faster than the brain's thinking. Hareddick staggered the two scimitars into crosses with both hands to hold the front of the greatsword, and then his body fell downward with the force of the greatsword's slash, and the two scimitars also slid down the blades in a series of sparks. With a "bang", the crimson greatsword in Kuka's hand slammed into the ground, and even the gray salt stone pavement that was as hard as steel was cut into a deep cut by him. Hareddick rolled from between his feet to Kuka's back with the force of Kuka's fall, and although most of the force had been removed, Haredik's arms were still numb and could barely hold the handle of the knife. ...,

Kuka finished his move, but before the big sword in his hand could be pulled out of the ground, his defenseless back was exposed in front of Haredik's eyes. Drow knew that now was his best chance to attack, and he endured the pain in his arm and leaped to his feet with the force of the roll, his right scimitar against Kuka's neck, the gap between the breastplate and the helmet stabbed hard, and then with a twist of his arm, his entire head was removed from his shoulder, Kuka's head fell to the ground, and the steel helmet on his head made a series of metal collisions with the ground.

Kuka, who had lost his entire head, did not fall, but turned around faster than before, and swept backwards with the great sword in his hand, drawing a red semicircle. Although Haredik jumped backwards as soon as he cut off the opponent's head, even then he still did not fully dodge Kuka's response. The tip of the greatsword grazed against Haredith's abdomen, slicing through the suit of soft armor worn by the Drow Elves on his abdomen, making a bloody cut in his stomach.

"Damn!" Hareddick fell to his knees clutching the wound on his stomach in pain, and Kuka, who looked like a headless horseman across from him, took a few steps forward, picked up his fallen head and put it on his neck, moved a little to the left and right, and said to Haredith, "Quite, not bad, Quinn." ”

Haredith barely stood up, his feet a little unsteady as the cut muscles in his abdomen ripped into his thighs. In the face of Kuka's praise, he did not get the slightest color, but his expression became more nervous, because Haredith knew that the cat and mouse game time was over, and the next battle really began.

Sure enough, Kuka let out a low sigh, "It's coming." Just like the last attack, the figure suddenly blurred, and once again appeared in front of Hareddick as if teleporting, only this time it was faster and sharper than before. Kukati pressed the crimson greatsword in his hand to Haredik's forehead, the tip of the sword almost pierced into his brain, and Hareddick shook his head violently, barely avoiding the stab of the greatsword, but leaving a new wound on his forehead.

Kuka immediately changed his tactics and bit Haredik, a large sword as tall and thick as an ordinary person in his hand as easily as a reed rod, but the damage and lethality caused were not weaker than the minions of a dragon. The more the two fought, the more dangerous they became, the crimson sword was like a tsunami in the depths of the ocean, one after another set off suffocating waves, and Haredik, who was struggling in the sword waves, was like a small boat in this perfect storm, fluttering and lonely, but refusing to sink no matter how the wind and waves blow.

The two fought until the tenth round, and Kuka took advantage of Haredik's sudden stop to turn around and slammed the back of his sword into Haredik's back. Haredik, who was hit by the crimson greatsword, spewed a mouthful of blood, was knocked out and fell to the ground after rolling a few times, and collapsed on the road and almost fainted.

——————!Kuka, who had risen up in battle, roared like a beast and slammed his sword to the ground towards Haredik, who had fallen to the ground, almost screaming in a roaring voice: "Quinn! Battle! Battle!"

Hareddick coughed violently, his eyes a little distracted as he stared at the top of the cavern, gasping for breath, and then he slowly got back to his feet with the support of his scimitars. At this time, in addition to his stomach and forehead, Hareddick had more than a dozen cuts of different shades on his chest, back, arms, and thighs with Kuka's crimson greatsword. Hareddick's body had begun to shake, and his legs were shaking unconsciously from the excessive blood loss.

"Do you want my life like that?" looked at Kuka, who was a little crazy with excitement, Haredik was not afraid to laugh back, "...,

Take it if you want, but don't regret it!" he straightened up and raised two scimitars in front of Kuka for one last fight.

"Boom, Boom!" Kuka laughed again, two red flames lit up on his helmet where his eyes should have been, and he raised his greatsword high and hugged his cold voice and said to Haredik, "Quinn, it's over." ”

However, at this moment, a heavy fog suddenly rose between the two, and the fog that should not appear in this underground cave at all came so suddenly and quickly, but the fog that was originally just a trace of breath in the blink of an eye turned into a dense fog that could not be seen without seeing the five fingers.

The passers-by who were originally surrounded by the fierce battle between the two and did not dare to speak out were boiling, and the screams and doubts continued to sound, and the whole scene was in chaos. And this strange fog came and went quickly, but after dozens of seconds, this dense fog dissipated without a trace. The people who regained their vision suddenly found that the original Haredik in the center of the field was actually missing, and some people thought that he had escaped by taking advantage of the thick fog, but there was no trace of blood that he should have left when he fled on the ground around him.

Just as there was a lot of discussion around him, Kuka put the big sword behind his back and extinguished the fire in his eyes, he raised his head slightly to look at the figure flashing by the window on the second floor of the Little Lund Annex, and let out a guttural sound of dissatisfaction, but he didn't get up to investigate the matter and turned around and left the scene.

In a room on the second floor of the Little Lund Annex, a primordial elf girl in a green twill dress closed the window, blocking out the noise of the street, and she turned to look at Harradik lying on the bed covered in bruises, and sighed helplessly.

The blood-covered Drow Elf let out a string of laughs as if he had survived the catastrophe, and turned his head to the primordial elf girl and said, "Hey, Vilanya, long time no see. ”

If Leah is still a green apple, then Vilanya is a blooming flower, delicate and elegant, but it is unbearable to break. Just as Kuka was about to perform the final blow to Haredik, Vilanya, who was standing on the windowsill, cast an illusion on the street, summoning the thick fog, and then opened a plane worm path to Haredith's side in her room, saving Hareddyk before Kuka could kill him.

Looking at the drow elf lying on her bed, Vilanya frowned and sighed angrily and said, "Alas, can't you settle down?"

"I went to save someone this time, and I happened to be blocked by Kuka's rotten bones, this guy has always looked at me unpleasantly. As he spoke, he gasped violently a few more times, tugging at the wound on his body and making a painful expression.

Seeing the way Haredike bared his teeth, Vilanya walked over and sat on the edge of the bed with some heartache and said to him, "Okay, okay, I know that you are a big hero, let me see your wounds." ”

"Are you sure? These are going to scare you. ”

Vilanya picked up a pair of scissors, slowly cut through the clothes around Haredik's wound, glared at him slightly, and said, "Didn't you have fewer disasters in the forest before, I didn't cure you that time." ”

"That's because Dushnida doesn't like me, and besides, isn't it because of me that you have practiced a good healing technique?" Haredik looked at the soft side face of Vilanya in front of his chest, and his originally somewhat passionate voice couldn't help but soften a lot.

Vilanya ignored Haredik, she lowered her head and closed her eyes as she reverently reverently recited a few incantations, while her right hand slowly applied a layer of bright white light from her fingertips as if she were wearing a pair of gauze gloves. Vilanya gently stroked the glowing palm of her hand over the wound on Haredik's body, and the wound that had been blurred with flesh and blood and almost visible bones was restored to its original form under the healing of the first elf girl. ...,

On the long street outside the house, the crowd of onlookers had not completely dispersed, and from time to time some loud noises came from the window. However, in this elegantly decorated cabin, neither the first elf girl nor the drow elf spoke, as if they did not want to disturb the hard-won peace.

Eventually, Vilanya healed Hareddick's last wound, using her magic frequently to cause a thin bead of sweat to appear on her forehead.

"I'm sorry to always bother you. Only then did Haredith speak.

Vilanya didn't say anything but smiled at him, then stood up and walked to the closet and said, "I'll find you a suitable outfit to see how dirty your body looks like." ”

"Hungry, thank you. ”

"What are you polite to me. ”

"Ahem. Harradik didn't seem used to this kind of scene, and coughed a few times as if he deliberately diverted the topic, and said, "Hey, you said that Kuka guy didn't know I was here." ”

Vilanya pulled out a set of blue and white men's civilian clothes from the closet, and said a little coquettishly: "What do you say? Mr. Kuka just doesn't want to disturb the others in the annex, alas, he must have been angry this time." ”

"Who? Kuka? How is that possible. Did you know that the last time Azonica came on a tour, the little imps took off the head of the Kuka guy and played with it, which made the rotten bones laugh for days? ”

Vilanya folded the casual clothes and put them at the foot of the bed, gave Haredith a blank look and said, "Of course I know, Nina told me as soon as she returned to the forest, and said that it was your idea." ”

"He's right, it's me. Haredith spread his hands out and said with some smugness.

"Well, why do you keep going to Mr. Kuka? ”

"Hey, he was the one who looked at me first. The previous Juneteenth was also today, and today is completely this rotten bone on the pretext, if you hadn't pulled me in time, I would have been slaughtered by him. Haredith replied dissatisfied.

Vilanya, on the other hand, frowned and said angrily, "Anyway, don't make Mr. Kuka angry in the future." ”

Hareddick shrugged his shoulders and pretended to be innocent: "If he doesn't come to me, I'll already burn high incense, how dare I mess with him." ”

After saying this, there was a silence between the two of them, Vilanya turned her face away and let the long hair flowing from behind her ears cover the side of her face, she looked at the door and whispered, "I'll go get a basin of water to help you clean the blood stains on your body, don't move around." With that, he walked towards the door. Hareddick, who was behind her, moved his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he didn't say anything, just silently watched as the soft figure of the primordial elf girl disappeared behind the door.

Vilanya closed the door and did not fetch water as she had said before, but leaned quietly against the door with her hands behind her back and her head bowed. A few minutes later, when Vilanya opened the door again, the closed window had been opened, and the clothes she had placed at the foot of the bed had disappeared without a trace of the Drow elf who had been lying on the bed.

Vilanya sat on the edge of the bed, touched the sheets that still had the residual warmth of Haredith, and let out a lonely sigh.