Chapter 161
cave fire.
(1) 1.
The cave was filled with air.
It was cool.
The goblins sniffed their noses, and the cold vapor stuck to their flesh, but they didn't say anything.
All of the goblins, estimated at 1,000, were silent.
- One great warrior died in the gladiator today.
One of them spoke softly.
- The warrior's name is Gary.
kerr.
Daughter of white mane warriors Orogan and Gorhe, and descendant of Gorgir, a great warrior who inherited a tattoo from a white lion.
Those who shed their voices were not revealed.
was buried in the crowd.
Leaning against the shadows of his people and the shadows of the cave, a certain goblin was talking.
It wasn't a speech because it wasn't a stand-up speech.
- He was a cool guy.
Keruk.
-Since I was little, I went around beating others, and in the end, I was beaten to death by myself.
Since it was not a single speech, the goblins spoke freely.
in a dark cave.
Goblins from all over the place stopped talking one word at a time.
Fragments of words were gathered and someone's life was assembled into fragments.
- Gary couldn't remember what he hit.
- Even if he died, he didn't forget that he was hit.
kerr.
- He was a child who lived with poison in his nose.
I remember.
As a child, Gorhe tried to tattoo Gary.
However, Gary shook his head and said that he would draw on his own.
-Ker.
Gary always shook his head.
A life has been gathered in a pumasi.
A thousand short stories.
A thousand blades were making up the story of a goblin called 'Gyari'.
I realized.
'… … It's a funeral.' One goblin died in today's Colosseum match.
The name of the designated tribe was Gary.
Those who have known Gary and have had conversations with Gary at least once have gathered here in the basement.
-For Gary, hitting someone with a knife is the same as hitting the world with a knife.
- He was a child who regarded it as the same.
Keruk.
- So you must have become a gladiator.
The bonfire flickered.
A shadow was engraved on the wall of the cave.
In the shadows, the goblins were indistinguishable.
It was a colony.
The bulging shadows murmured with their mouths wide open.
- 36 people were killed by Gary's sword.
- A cruel child.
- When the Sanwa people branded the sword, Gary laughed kerker.
I thought it was a great tattoo.
-enfant terrible.
-He was a child who knew swordsmanship as happiness, but the only battlefield allowed for Gary was the gladiator.
The only adversary allowed to Gary was his kin.
gore.
It was Gary's bad luck that he had no choice but to kill his people with a happy knife.
- Kerrruk.
- That's a difficult word.
- Unhappy child.
The bonfire flickered.
-Is the Gary our people? The shadows answered.
- Pick.
- Gary is a tattoo artist.
one who draws a picture He who loves mud and misses rainwater.
- Gary is us.
said the old voice.
-Gary will return to the Guru.
Guru.
It was a familiar word to me.
While holding my breath as I watched the goblins' funeral, I heard the voice of the tower.
[You have witnessed the Guru doctrine of the Jiho tribe.] The letters continued in front of my eyes.
+ [Guru] Category: Religion.
white lion faith.
Origin: [Fellowship (C)] Description: 'Guru' is the hometown of all designated tribes.
Guru is the first village established by the designated tribes after the fall of the Golden Age.
Guru is a country of designated peoples.
Guru is where warm streams flow and soft mud recedes.
Guru.
It was the last land where the White Lion stayed.
Designated tribes do not have separate worlds from the afterlife.
It only distinguishes between 'guru' and 'non-guru'.
What the Designated people expect from life is rainwater and mud, lots of fish, and a comfortable bed, all of which can be found in this world.
For the designated people, faith in the afterlife is unnecessary.
home of all kin.
They want to return to the Guru.
※However, as time goes by, the memory of the Guru will fade.
※If left as it is, 'Guru' will transform into an infinitely abstract place! In that case, the guru would change to the concept of 'a space that exists somewhere other than this world'.
※It's been quite some time since the Designated People lost their Guru! It is possible that the Guru doctrine will be turned into a doctrine of the 'Underworld'! + "......." I stared blankly at the description window.
There were words written that were difficult for me to understand.
But there were things that only I could understand.
“It was a name I came up with without much thought.
Guru.”
My heart throbbed.
“… … It meant a lot to these kids." Something.
I had a feeling I had never felt before.
It was really strange.
I was proud that the goblins had grown up on their own without me.
I was afraid that it had become a meaning, that it had hardened into a meaning, that I had to live by it.
I was nervous.
I was worried about these children.
like that.
“This is what it feels like to see children.”
Until now, I had never imagined having a child.
I never thought of myself becoming someone's parent.
But, intentionally or unintentionally, I ended up acting like a parent to the designated people.
-Well? I've never hit a cub, so I don't know.
“……”
My heart fluttered.
- Keruk.
An old goblin walked out.
A bonfire was burning in the middle of the cave.
As the old goblin stood in front of the bonfire, the designated tribes who had been throwing fragments of Gary until now kept their mouths shut.
silence.
The old goblin waited until the silence became more transparent.
“… … Huh?" He put his hands into the blazing bonfire.
"Wait a minute.
That, he's trying to commit suicide..." -no.
Take a look, zombie.
Your hands don't burn.
The spirit behind me interrupted my worries.
-He knows how to use an auror.
"Yes?" - That guy.
Auror user.
Both hands are covered with an auror.
The commander's words were correct.
It was obscured by the flames, so it was hard to see, but clearly, at least faintly, the goblin's wrinkled hands had an aura.
It was a red auror.
The old goblin buried his hands in the campfire.
Whoops! The flames soared.
The bonfire, which had only been burning, was strangely bent.
The old man calmly used the auror to light the fire.
At the tip of the old man's touch, the flame rose like an ascending dragon, whirling and whirling, unfolding like a flower in full bloom.
-.......
-.......
The goblins looked at the ever-changing flames without a word.
The goblins' eyes were still, like an audience watching the stage.
Whoops.
Hwareuk! The cave was huge, but the huge void was pitch black.
The flame shone with a unique chromatic color and caught everyone's attention.
'Ah.' And I understood.
'That's a painting.' Yes.
The old man was painting with fire.
The flame burned.
Each enemy burned differently.
The two-pronged fire broke apart like an open jaw, and soared high, upward, and to the ceiling of the cave.
▲.
It was anger.
The fire pits hit the ceiling and scattered.
The sparks poured out like petals.
slowly.
Slowly.
In the dark cave, the sparks twinkled, twinkled, and then disappeared.
It disappeared, leaving darkness behind.
▼.
It was sad.
Flames were constantly burning in the bonfire.
little by little in five directions.
with five fingers.
But the flame's fingers did not reach the ceiling.
I couldn't catch the pouring fire.
Between the sparks flowing down from the sky and the flames soaring from the ground, there was a void that could not be filled.
▼ ▲.
That was Gary's death and their funeral.
The goblins wept silently.
Anyone who watched the flames knew the meaning of fire.
It was their text.
it was letters It was a picture.
Even the slightest fluttering flame, even a single spark that fades without power, was a clear gesture to the designated people.
The old man made a fire.
[You have witnessed the blood burning of the designated tribe.] The letters were reflected in the flickering flames.
+ [Blood Flower] Category: Art.
Origin: [Primitive Fashionista (E)] Description: Blood painting is an art unique to the designated tribe.
After being conquered by the Sanwa and brought to the common city of Slimepolis, it became difficult for the designated people to obtain mud.
It became difficult to express pictograms.
'You have to draw it.' However, the sense of beauty of the designated people did not fade.
'I want to draw.' Rather, it burned.
The designated peoples chose fire as a substitute for clay.
In a dark cave, it is difficult to recognize the painting.
But when you use the flame, the darkness of the cave suddenly turns into a huge canvas.
The designated peoples have embraced and made use of cave life.
'beautiful.' The earth race was fascinated by the art of fire.
'Choose.' cave fire.
The Jiho tribe called this blood fire.
Sometimes it is a painting of a cave, so it is called hye-hwa (穴 書), and sometimes it is called hye-hwa (血fire) or hye-hwa (血 書) by comparing the flame to blood.
The fire burns and then disappears.
It leaves no trace.
Therefore, it is better to avoid surveillance by the Sanwa.
It is polite to not make any noises when observing the blood.
This is also to keep the scene from being discovered by the Sanwa.
Good luck in the quiet fire.
※However, only Auror users can demonstrate blood flow.
※There are very few designated people who can use Aurors! Among them, there is only one 'priest' who wears a red aura.
When a priest dies without leaving an heir, the art of blood art declines.
+ The old man waved his hands in the flames.
Little by little, the fire that had once burned fiercely faded away.
No more sparks that crashed into the ceiling and cracked.
No more howling flames from the firewood.
The fire left no trace and subsided quietly.
and turned off ●.
night has come -.......
When the bonfire went out, the cave was enveloped in complete darkness.
There was no light anywhere.
By extinguishing the fire, the old man drew a picture that he could finally express.
The darkness of the cave was no longer empty.
It was an old man's drawing.
-.......
The goblins saw 'Night' and wept softly in the middle of the night.
-… … pick...
… .
No one lit a torch.
Now it was ●.
The goblins accepted ●.
No one told or ordered them to return, but the goblins turned on their own.
to sleep.
The goblins followed the path they had come down as they walked.
● I couldn't see anything inside.
But his body odor remained.
Sniffing and sniffing their people, the goblins returned home in groups.
The designated tribe with the best nose took the lead.
The other goblins followed by grabbing his hand or shoulder.
So the goblins left the cave, their own temple.
"......." In the temple built in the underground of the underworld, the spirit behind me.
And only the old goblin priest remained.
-Ker...
Kerr...
.
The old man sat on the floor of the cave, feeling weak.
This seemed to be his home.
As the goblins left the temple, they left some fish behind, but the old man sat down and ate the fish.
"......." I silently watched the race that had built a temple in the cave.
Here the children of the earth were buried.
Buried the death of his fellow countrymen.
I never taught them funerals.
He never told me how to swallow death.
What I told you was a tattoo to cover up the bad smell, and it was a drawing to express the six worlds.
That's it.
With that alone, the designated tribe built a temple.
I found the fire myself.
“I may be the parent of these children, but…”
I opened my mouth.
“These children are not mine.”
It was never as big as I thought it would be, and it didn't grow as expected.
These children found their own way.
I learned to accept death.
I was proud of it.
-Kerr...
.
With the old priest behind me, I went up to the underground city.
'Now I know what to do with the children.' Support, not salvation.
Encouragement, not worry.
'To support and encourage these children.
That's what I do.' The site where the giant pillars of the Sanwa were erected.
Colleagues who broke up yesterday were gathering there.
Did everyone come to visit their own race like me? Black Dragon Zhu silently looked down at the ground, and the viper folded his arms while grimacing.
"Ah.
You are here, my lord!”
The Inquisitor waved his hand.
“The Four Kings are the last! Oh yeah.
Have you made up your mind?”
"Yes." I nodded.
"I can't surrender to you either.
I won't let the children I looked after lose their letters and forget their hometown." “Aha, then?”
"I'll help the Designated people get out of your underworld.
Inquisitor." I said, "And I'm going to drop you off the 32nd floor." “Ahaha.”
The Heretic Inquisitor chuckled, "I wondered if it was the Four Kings.
That's what I expected! Okay.
I bet the Sanwa clan and the Four Kings the Designated clan.
Let's wage war against each other's race!" That was the declaration of war between the two of us..