Adlet had ordered him to focus on healing up for the time being. He lay on top of a slug slave-fiend from Chamo’s stomach, his eyes closed. Goldof, who was the most severely wounded, was in the center of the formation, under the protection of the group. The eight humans and one fiend proceeded, all in a line. “Don’t worry about it.” Dozzu tilted its head, seemingly at a loss. “I’ve been meaning to ask this for a while now… When you say you’re the strongest man in the world, that’s…a joke, right?” “What’re you talking about? Of course I’m serious.” “…Um…well…then… I don’t quite know what to say.” “That’s just how he is,” said Fremy. It’s not bad-though not as good as the strongest man in the world.” Dozzu, walking in the lead, turned back to look at them in bafflement. Adlet smiled and replied, “I’m impressed. “Dozzu’s being a better leader than you,” said Fremy coldly. I believe we should handle any fiends with Fremy’s shooting and Chamo’s slave-fiends.” Dozzu was briskly giving out orders, and there was nothing left for Adlet to do. We also cannot use Mora’s clairvoyant eye. “In the valleys, we may be discovered from above. Dozzu understood the layout of Tgurneu’s forces and accurately predicted which avenues the fiends were likely to block off. Even once they were over the ravine, it was Dozzu’s further direction that allowed them to safely evade enemies as they made their way forward. Dozzu told them that the Saint of Ice, three generations previously, had been a comrade. The ravine was shrouded in cold air, and a path opened. The commander had recited an incantation in front of a stake hidden in the canyon wall. They’d even managed to cross Cargikk’s Canyon-which had been an unresolved problem for them-quite easily with Dozzu’s guidance. In the less than half a day since their departure, they’d come quite close to the Fainting Mountains. The pair used this method to eliminate all the fiends on watch. Mora had applied her power of mountain echo to Fremy’s shot, canceling the noise. Fremy fired, the bullet burst the fiend’s head open, and the thunderous gunshot that should have accompanied it could only be heard nearby.
Right as her weapon appeared, Mora gently put her hand on its tip. Instantly, too fast for the eye to see, Fremy couched her gun. They could see a fiend in the shadow of a boulder. Besides, Adlet wanted to reach this Temple of Fate that Dozzu had informed them of as quickly as possible.
Any lingering would risk a surprise attack from Tgurneu. Goldof, Nashetania, and Chamo were all injured-not that the others weren’t unscathed-but the group chose to hurry on ahead anyway. They’d headed out immediately after a brief nap at their old camp.
Let’s go,” Adlet said, prompting his allies, and the group started off down the mountain path again. Destroying the lookout would be easy, but I believe it would be safer to circumvent it for now and pass through this valley to the south.” “Roger. That means he will be keeping watch over all of the territory near the foot. “Tgurneu has built a lookout post at the summit of this mountain. Adlet placed the map on the ground, and the dog indicated a spot with a foreleg. “Will you show me the map, Adlet?” Dozzu asked, turning around from its position in front to speak. It was past noon, and the group was making its way along a steep mountain path in the central-northern region of the Howling Vilelands. The celestial light shone brightly over the red-black-stained earth of the Howling Vilelands. It was a lot sunnier than it had been the day before, not a single cloud in the sky. It was eighteen days after the Evil God’s awakening and seven days since Adlet’s party had first set foot in the Howling Vilelands. Your browser does not support JavaScript!
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