EFB Chapter 389
Chapter 389
episode 389 disaster (15)
when the high elves arrived, everything was over.
the gate didn’t close, but the monster blowing smoke was nowhere to be seen.
it couldn’t be anything other than losing steam compared to coming fully prepared.
serien approached ray, who was standing still in front of the gate.
“the monsters here... could it be you?”
the question was cautious.
the high elves had been away for two days, leaving the temple to one human.
strictly speaking, death or not, the danger was left unattended.
it’s not a position to shout out loud at all.
ray did not give any answer to serien’s question.
i was just immersed in the senses that separated their lives from shelter.
there were no regrets.
if you run into them one more time, you will do the same.
however, this does not mean that the act does not have any weight or determination.
i worry a lot and look at their various appearances.
after that, i will raise my sword.
because it is more difficult to swing a sword at an innocent person once than to kill ten thousand wicked people.
serien looked at ray like that and kept his mouth shut.
heprion clapped and liked it.
“great! the high elves couldn’t solve the problem even when they gathered together, he solved it alone in two days! it’s romantic! it’s like a hero from human history books!”
only elisha noticed the change in him.
“i don’t know what happened in the last two days... but you’ve changed a lot.”
he cut down tens of thousands of monsters.
even without a break, the work that took two full days was enough to bring about a change in ray’s image.
heprion said with a smile on his face.
“catching the monster is good! but the gates are still not closed! is it okay if i take it as meaning that something happened to the altar?”
the complexions of the high elves turned black.
the gate was still opening its black mouth.
no one knows what else will pour out of the huge entrance that could swallow the temple.
hans took the lead and entered the temple.
the high elves followed him to the altar.
* * *
woong-woong-!
the altar violently vomited mana.
the amount of mana pouring out was considerable.
ira was struggling to control it.
her clothes were already soaked with sweat.
hans looked at the altar with a serious face.
“this... something is wrong. the amount of mana is at an abnormal level.”
“you can’t close the gate like this! a middle ground that continues its history while connected to another dimension... that’s also romantic...
”
hans gritted his teeth and glared at heprion.
he was stunned and shut his mouth.
a smile spread across hans’ lips at ray’s words.
“looking at it again, there was a corner that i liked quite a bit.”
hans is an elf who doesn’t mind getting close to big people.
to put it simply, there were many similarities to the dwarves’ personalities.
he is weak to praise and hates small people.
rayda learned how to befriend the dwarves by getting slapped thousands of times by derp.
buying hans’ heart was nothing compared to the prickly dwarves.
sert said in a small voice that crawled.
“everyone... i’m sorry for the good mood... but we don’t have that much time...? if we don’t hurry, aira’s mana might run out...”
aira couldn’t take a break for almost a month and continued to be in charge of the altar.
no matter how strong she is, her mental burden must have already reached its limit.
ray, who had regained consciousness thanks to sert, hurriedly headed to the table.
after staring at the parchment for a while and lost in thought, ray grabbed the pen and sat down.
then very slowly.
i drew lines one by one at such a speed that everyone watching from the side felt frustrated.
blurred lines were drawn.
one. two.
the lines that were connected like that became a path and flow.
some of the high elves who watched him for a moment were astounded.
“this human... he is replaying the flow of mana in his head!”
“...you have amazing memorization skills.”
it is not easy to remember the flow of mana that poured like a waterfall from the altar.
it is difficult to catch a single flow, but it gathers and gathers.
it was impossible to do it unless you had a good understanding of the altar, as it was scattered and merged.
knowing this, sert was surprised as never before and swallowed up the wind.
“ah, it’s not a matter of memorizing... you have to figure out the flow of the altar... you have to understand it to some extent to be able to draw the flow accurately...! if this is the right flow... if you can understand and apply the magic circle... this human can make a new altar...!”
“to make another altar for myself!”
“is that really possible!”
the excited high elves raised their voices to each other.
new altar.
it was a safe system that transcends the present.
even if one altar is destroyed, the remaining altar replaces the protection of the dimension.
there was no need to even look at the altar in a short period of fifty years like now.
serien, who had the rey faith in her heart, was more excited than the other high elves.
“i should at least have a toast to human-sama!”
talking and rummaging through dry leaves to get into the elf car.
heprion cried out for romance.
“two altars! two chances down in middle-earth! ah, so romantic! but it could cause chaos! the high elves might split into two factions if you’re not careful! if that is also romantic, then it must be romantic!”
the atmosphere that had been heated by his words cooled.
certainly, if there are two altars, there may be trouble.
not just the high elves, but the other races as well.
i didn’t know that there might be people aiming for the altar, and that middle-earth would be threatened again by someone maliciously determined.
hans cautioned them.
“it is still too early for us to say that there are two altars. do not disturb me and be quiet. rather, we need to decide who will guard the gate. it hasn’t closed yet, so who knows what other monsters will appear.”