Flillian, I want to live.

As Guter said this, he stretched out his hand and deployed defensive magic above his head.

The next moment, the flashing attack magic exploded above the two people's heads.

"Has it been discovered?"

Through the treetop with a big hole in it, a man wearing sunglasses was talking to Guter with a regretful smile.

"There are still enemies!?"

Xu Tark, who was participating in actual combat for the first time, grabbed the axe behind him and looked nervously at the man in sunglasses who was attacking them in the air.

"Leave this guy to me. You go protect Fulilian so that she can successfully break the seal!"

Gutel blinked at the man in sunglasses in the air, and then gave orders to Hugh Tark in an anxious tone.

"I, I understand!"

Hugh Tark, who was overwhelmed by the ever-changing situation, did not have time to think much. After hearing Gutel's instructions, he immediately ran to Furlin, who was standing in front of the tree without moving.

Behind him was the sound of explosions from the collision of magic, and in the forest was the sound of fierce fighting like thunder. In such an environment, Xu Tark realized that his two elders were unable to get away, looked at Fulilian's back, and finally came to some realization in his heart.

"Flillian! Just focus on breaking the seal. Before that, I will protect you!"

Hugh Turk held his axe horizontally and felt the responsibility of the front row of the team for the first time.

Chapter 75 Who said warriors don't have long-range

Hugh Turk took a deep breath.

His hand holding the axe began to tremble slightly again.

This time, he was not afraid of facing a powerful opponent, but because he was afraid that he had not fulfilled his responsibilities in the front line and had not protected the people who needed protection.

Click~

Suddenly, there was a sound of stones falling to the ground in Xutark's ears.

Is it this way?

Xuturk turned his head following the sound, but before he saw the enemy, a dazzling light instantly made Xuturk squint his eyes subconsciously.

call out--

Under the cover of the strong light produced by the magic-sealing ore, a beam of attack magic coming from the distant woods shot towards Shuttalk almost at the same time.

Sensing the attack coming straight at his face, Hugh Tark leaned back and dodged the opponent's attack by bending almost 90 degrees like a gymnast.

hum~

As he watched the beam of attack magic brush past the tip of his nose, a smile of superiority appeared on Hugh Tark's face.

However, when he saw that the beam of light suddenly turned in mid-air after passing him, drew a circle, and then flew towards Fulilian who was standing in front of the ancient tree as punishment, his smile froze instantly.

not good.

Only then did Xutark realize that the other party's real target from the beginning was not himself, but Fulilian on the other side.

Hugh Tark flipped his wrist and then twisted his body sideways, as if saving a tennis ball that was about to go out of bounds, and used the sideways axe to block the attack magic flying towards Fulilian.

Even though the specially made battle axe could withstand the penetration of attacking magic, the impact of the magic still caused Xutal, who was holding the axe with one hand, to injure his dominant wrist.

"what……"

Feeling the severe pain in his ligaments, Xutark couldn't help but scream even though he gritted his teeth.

However, there was no time for Xuttark to catch his breath. The next moment, magic attacks like raindrops hit Xuttark again from all directions.

"You must be kidding...how many people are there on the other side?"

Xutark was struggling to resist the attacker's almost saturated attack. He was overwhelmed and was constantly scratched by the attack magic. He had almost no room to breathe and could only complain to Fulilian in a complaining tone.

Fulilian did not answer Hugh Tark, but a smile of relief secretly appeared on the corner of her mouth.

"Flillian, how long will you take... You damned old woman, you're of no help at all..."

As Hugh Tark hadn't received a reply from Frellen for a long time, he shouted frantically while trying to think of a way to break the deadlock.

It must be said that the attacker's attack was extremely fierce. Under normal circumstances, Xu Tark felt that unless he could drain the opponent's magic power, he would definitely be suppressed to death by the opponent.

However, while protecting Frillian, Shuttalk noticed that the opponent's attack accuracy did not seem to be very good. There were many attacks that he did not need to defend at all, but missed directly.

Is it because of that glowing stone?

Xutark was thinking in his mind that although the strong light made it more difficult for him to distinguish the trajectory of the attack magic and also covered the enemy sniper hiding in the distance, the enemy also found it difficult to lock onto the target due to the obstruction of the strong light.

In this case.

Hugh Tark suddenly raised his axe and smashed it heavily to the ground.

In an instant, the ground under Xutark's feet trembled, and along with the flying dust and gravel, the magic-sealing ore that was originally thrown on the ground was buried under the broken ground.

Without the obstruction of the strong light, Xu Tark finally locked onto the direction of the attack source.

The next moment, a spinning axe whistled and split the beam of attacking magic, flying out from the dust that slowly scattered like snow.

In front of the sharp axe blade, both the lush treetops and the thick trunks were easily cut like pieces of paper, splitting all the cover in front of the attacker with unstoppable power.

thump—

With a dull sound like the sound of a castle bell ringing, the flying axe slammed heavily on the defensive magic that had been fully deployed. As the defensive magic cracked and shattered, the flying axe finally lost its last bit of power and fell vertically to the ground.

However, the gap between attacks to deploy defensive magic is enough for a powerful warrior.

A red figure rushed to the attacker like a ghost, grabbed the attacker's neck, and lifted up the attacker who was hiding himself with a black hood.

"Uh...Xiu..."

The girl, who was having difficulty breathing, let out a painful sound, and the hood she was wearing slipped down behind her as she was grabbed by Shuttark.

"What the hell is going on, Fearon."

Looking at the purple-haired girl struggling and kicking her legs, Xu Tark frowned and asked coldly.

"Stop it, you bastard!"

Gutel, who came in a hurry, quickly supported Fearon from behind and rescued her from Shutalk's hands.

"Eh? Big Sister?"

Looking at Guter's angry face, Hugh Turk realized that he seemed to have done something wrong.

"I'm sorry, Master Guter, I messed up..."

Falling into Gutel's arms, Philen said self-reproachfully.

"So, what on earth is going on?!"

Hugh Tark grabbed his head with his hands and shouted in pain.

"Ah... I knew it..."

Fulilian, who arrived a little late due to the influence of the Demon Sealing Stone, seemed to have known this would happen. She looked at the scene in front of her, held her forehead with her hand, and shook her head.

"So... all of this is just a show you put on for me to cooperate with Master?"

After Fulilian's explanation, Xu Turk finally understood the situation.

"Aize wants to tell you that he's still in good health. He doesn't want you to waste your youth taking care of him, an old man with no regrets or concerns. Besides, it's not good for you to stay at home all the time..."

While drinking Gutter and comforting the somewhat depressed Philen, Fulilian explained to Shuttark.

"This was the old man's request to Fulilian, so she found me again, and I sent Feilun to contact someone who could cooperate with us in the performance..."

Guter glanced at the smiling man in sunglasses beside him and added helplessly.

"So, Master isn't actually fighting anymore? That Linie isn't some thousand-year-old demon general, right?"

Xutark sighed and looked towards the distance where the sound of fighting was heard due to his ignorance.

"Of course not. Miss Linie is eighty years old. For a demon, she's a pure young girl~"

The man pushed up his sunglasses on his nose and said in a cheerful tone.

Chapter 76: Retracing the Long March

"Try harder, haven't you eaten?"

Ai Ze, who was leaning on the battle axe with his hand, stared at Linie who was constantly smashing the boulder in front of her with the axe, and scolded her in a tone like teaching a disciple.

"Uh……"

Line gritted her teeth, grabbed the axe with both hands, and chopped it down with all her strength.

This time, the axe blade finally split the hard boulder in front of it and was firmly embedded in it.

Linie turned her head and looked at Aize with some anticipation.

“Too light…”

However, all Linie got was Aize's disappointed shake of his head.

After all, what on earth am I doing?

Linie once again raised the axe in her hand helplessly like a donkey pulling a millstone.

Although we agreed to create a fighting noise here, isn't it a little too long?

"enough."

Finally, after experiencing the plantation simulation, Line received the order to end.

However, this order came from Xutalk, who brought others here.

"Hugh Tark..."

Aize looked at Xutark, whose face was filled with anger and dissatisfaction, and called out his name somewhat awkwardly.

"You are so old now, is it interesting for you to act out such a play with me?"

Xutark looked at Aize who was trying to deceive him and asked loudly.

"I am no longer old enough to take risks, Hugh Tark."

Aize lowered his head and looked at the battle axe in his hand. This old friend who had accompanied him in battle throughout his life was becoming more and more important to him day by day.

"That's why I want to stay and take care of you..."

Looking at his somewhat lonely master, Xu Tark's resentment instantly vanished. He lowered his voice and spoke sincerely to Aize.

"In the long life I've lived, my adventures with Sinmel, Heita, and Flillian were just a brief moment. However, this brief moment was more precious to me than anything else."

Aize raised his head and looked at Fulilian who was following behind Xu Tark.

"The same goes for me."

Fulilian responded to Aize's gaze with a smile.

"If possible, I really want to go on another boring but extremely happy adventure with you guys."

Aize closed his eyes and recalled every moment he spent with Xinmeier and the others. Those were his most precious memories, and they were also the stories he told to Xutark over and over again.

"Master..."

To Shuttark, Aize is a silent and serious elder who seldom opens his heart to him. However, when he mentions the adventures of the brave Xinmeier and his party, he will become talkative, contrary to his usual behavior.

"So, I hope you can join Fulilian and the others on their adventure. I also have some selfish motives," Aize said frankly to Shuttleck. "I hope you can take my place, travel with Fulilian and the others, and bring me back a bunch of stories that are both boring and enjoyable as a gift."

"..."

Xutark walked up to Aize and looked at each other.

"Don't die before I fulfill my filial duty."

Xu Tark said to Aize with a smile.

"Humph."

Aize stretched out his arms from under his cloak, showing off his meager muscles like a bodybuilder, and snorted disdainfully.

"It seems you can probably live for a long time, Master."

Xu Tark, who understood what Aize meant, shrugged.

"Looks like our team will have a front row~"