Chapter 70: Episode 24. Twist Two Fates (2)
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How am I supposed to stab him?
It was too much to hold the scales in a flying barrel. Every time Murakan and Quikantel's huge body hit, Jean also seemed to shake all her bones.
'You're acting like an iron hand.’
Quikantel was literally on the verge of killing Murakhan. The shooting Bresen was full of flesh, and when he bit it, he aimed for the key point without hesitation.
FYE-E-Y-Y-Y-Y-Y-Y-Y!
Quicantel's brain brushed through Murakan's back. Looking at the place where Bres passed by, it was a camp of cold sweat.
Although Murakan keeps falling behind. He didn't mean to be left alone.
[Let's calm down and talk, Quikantel!]
Whoo! A black cloud rose out of nowhere in the sky.
The black cloud was a huge spirit shaped by Murakan. When Murakan flew vertically and hid himself in the spirit, Quikantel roared angrily.
It is a deafening roar for Jin. I felt my brain tremble at the sound that came through my ears.
There is a standard for dividing the measure of strength from one star to another.
Dragons were also divided in stature. Quikantel had the highest level of combat capability among the dragons currently active.
If Qin had not been trained, he would have lost consciousness just by roaring.
With all sides darkened, Jean chose to breathe.
"I need to get my head straight. I'm glad you followed, you wouldn't have heard from that Eun-ryong here if you were beaten to death."
[I'm not dying. Quikantel can't get in here no matter how strong he is. Let's think about it here, how to persuade that fellow.]
But it was Murakan's illusion.
[Did you think I wouldn't be able to keep up if I hid in it?]
Quicantel's wings caused a sharp pagong. Soon the huge body came in through the spirit as if diving.
[Quickantel. How about you?]
[You still don't know how weak you are. Is this what you call a spiritual liberation? Murakan. I'm so disappointed.]
[Well, Quikantel. Why don't we finish this for old times' sake of old times' sake. I'm just here to ask you something.]
[Thinking of old times, it would be not enough to tear your man into ten thousand pieces.]
[Well, yeah, I can't help it. Try it if you can. You're always like this. We just broke up, didn't we?]
Quasik!
Quikantel bit Murakan's winged porridge. There was an ominous noise of something breaking and mashing, and Jean reflexively pulled out Bradamante.
Murakan also bit Quikantel's wings. The two dragons did not fall even though they stopped flapping, because they were wrapped in spirit.
They attacked the same place, but the damage was greater on the Murakhan side. Blood was constantly dripping from the dog on Murakan's Day, and Quikantel's wings were cracked as if the glass had cracked.
Jean had to swing the sword before the two dragons moved again. From the moment Murakan was bitten, the spirit gathered like a cloud was rapidly fading away.
It's a coat that's hard to pierce even with Murakan's teeth. It means it's hard to get a scratch from my current blow.'
Therefore, Jin chose the wing of Quicantel, which had already cracked. It's a shame it's not a vital point, but it would be better than throwing away only one chance.
Whoo-woo! There's an ogre over the bradamante. In the darkness of eternity, a brilliant orator stood out.
[What!]
And to my surprise.
Quikantel was not aware of the fact that humans were riding on Murakan's back. I just realized that there is a gin.
Jin, who leaped like an arrow, fell to Quikantel's wing, holding the sword as a reciprocal.
It's a blow that's devoted all its energy. Fortunately, the sword went deep between the cracks, and Jean had no intention of stopping the attack there.
'Open the sword.'
The technique that Murakan asked to seal until the five star emancipation. But now was not the time to cover that.
If the attack fails to deal a fatal blow, there is only one option left. To break the pendant of Orgal and call Luna.
Jin had no desire to do so, so he planned to take out all his cards first.
Above all, there was no lack of spirit at all now to invoke full sword opening. Jean was instinctively absorbing the emancipation of the spirit spread by Murakan.
[Good job, kid. Cut her wings so she can wake up!]
Jean did not hear the voice of Murakan.
When the opening of the sword began, time seemed to have stopped as it was when the Baengnang were killed.
Young-gi scattered everywhere was being sucked into Bradamante like a whirlpool. Whenever Young-gi squeezed in, I prayed that Quikantel's wings would spread out.
She gave a painful scream, but it was too late to avoid the already open bradamante.
It's careless, for example. Blinded by anger, he did not recognize that there was a human on Murakan's back, and ignored all the conversations.
The spirit, which had already soared sharply on the sword, was completely penetrating Quikantel's left wing.
Jean twisted the whole body and applied force to the handle. Kei Ik! There was a grotesque frictional sound, followed by a scene where Quikantel's wings were ripped apart.
The deeper the sword went, the more spirit was lifted. Since it has displayed dozens of times the power that Jin can usually produce, it is consuming his energy inefficiently.
Quikantel's wings are naturally hard enough to break even if a seven-star knight puts all his strength into them.
Sparrow!
As soon as the blade of the black knife passed through its wings and fell down, Murakhan lifted his tail and took the falling camp.
Suddenly a great deal of strength poured out and cold sweat broke out all over my body. But when I saw the heavy wings fall into the sea, I realized how great they had done.
A beat late, Quikantel also began to fall. Only one wing was fluttering in vainly.
Did you become a killer?’
The sea devoured the quikantel. A heroic spray appeared as if to symbolize the death of a dragon.
"Oh, my God!"
Jean also had to deal with the aftermath. Dealing with power beyond ability always comes at a price.
'Fortunately, it doesn't involve as much pain as the White Rangs do. It's probably because the stakes are higher than then.’
Still, my hands and feet trembled and I felt pain infrequently. When I wanted to lie down on Murakan's back.
[Now, all you and I have to do is pray that Quikantel has regained reason.]
"What are you talking about? It's not the end?"
[The dragons that manage time don't die easily. Just like this.]
Looking down, Jean swallowed her breath.
There was a huge dark shadow on the surface of the sea. And the next moment, Jin was able to witness the unique power of being who handled 'time'.
To turn back.
The cut wings and bodies that fell into the sea were slowly rising back into the sky. Quicantel's time is turning back.
Not even defenseless. The space near Quikantel was strangely distorted, and when I swung the sword into it, I could not feel anything like a vision.
Jean, who was watching, had goose bumps all over her body.
[That's why power and magic are distinguished. But don't worry too much. It's an ability that consumes as much power as it is fraudulent. And you act as if you're not stuck yet.]
After a while, Quikantel, who rose to its full place, looked as if even the severed wings were fully attached.
When the distorted space regained its original form, the Quicantel began to move again.
As Murakan said, she seemed quite exhausted. Breathing was very fast, and the flapping was remarkably slow.
For the moment it seemed impossible for her to attack, either.
Now that you're not coming at once, you're thinking of talking.]
[......what happened, Murakhan. Are you saying that the man on your back is a contractor for Soldierlet?]
[Yes. Are you done venting your anger?] I didn't know there was this much resentment left after we broke up. Didn't we end well?]
[Good ending?] [Didn't you just abandon me?] You didn't even give me room to talk like I do now.]
[Is that the same as this?] And if I just bring up the idea of breaking up, how can I give you a chance? I didn't cheat on you. What can I do if my personality doesn't fit!]
Is this really the dialogue of dragons that has existed for thousands of years?
Jean had no choice but to swallow her sigh.
A dragon doesn't have to be high-altitude and majestic, but... You're being too human. No, you're saying that you've been running to kill because you've only been dumped?’
For some time, the scuffle between the two dragons continued. Just repeating the same words, no progress was made in the conversation.
[Let's stop talking about this anyway, Quikantel. I didn't come here because I wanted to fight you. I'm here to ask you something. The lives of the same people are at stake.
[Ha! I never thought that arrogant Murakan would worry about his own people. How many of your kind have you killed, you're telling a grotesque story.]
When the word 'the same kind you killed' came out, Murakhan hesitated. It was a very sensitive story, and Quikantel seemed to be trying to avoid Murakan's eyes as if he was aware of the mistake.
[......yes, there was an enemy of your brother I killed. I killed that guy who had nothing to do with me just because you hated him. Did you want to hear this?]
Murakan breathed a sigh and said back.
[OK, it's my fault I was gonna ask you. I will solve the matter by asking another dragon.
[Just tell me. Damn, I keep getting emotional whenever I see you. I apologize for what I just said.]
[What's the point of a death-like struggle?]]
[Because it had a good reason.]
[I'm sure you will. Recently, a guardian dragon of Azmil was missing. Do you know anything? Az Mill's contractor is anxiously looking for it.]
[Missing?] You're not talking about Ratree?]
[Uh, that's right. Ratri. I'm a young dragon I've never heard of before.]
Then Quikantel blinked his eyes.
[Strange story] The child was taken not long ago by Poongryong Buretta.]
Pungnyong Buretta.
A dragon with ties to Andrey Zipple. As soon as the name came out, Qin and Murakan were in a bad premonition.
[Why did Buretta take him?]]
I heard that there is no other guardian dragon in Azmil, so I will teach you some magic words.]
It was the moment when the culprit who kidnapped the guardian dragon of Yuria was revealed.
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How am I supposed to stab him?
It was too much to hold the scales in a flying barrel. Every time Murakan and Quikantel's huge body hit, Jean also seemed to shake all her bones.
'You're acting like an iron hand.’
Quikantel was literally on the verge of killing Murakhan. The shooting Bresen was full of flesh, and when he bit it, he aimed for the key point without hesitation.
FYE-E-Y-Y-Y-Y-Y-Y-Y!
Quicantel's brain brushed through Murakan's back. Looking at the place where Bres passed by, it was a camp of cold sweat.
Although Murakan keeps falling behind. He didn't mean to be left alone.
[Let's calm down and talk, Quikantel!]
Whoo! A black cloud rose out of nowhere in the sky.
The black cloud was a huge spirit shaped by Murakan. When Murakan flew vertically and hid himself in the spirit, Quikantel roared angrily.
It is a deafening roar for Jin. I felt my brain tremble at the sound that came through my ears.
There is a standard for dividing the measure of strength from one star to another.
Dragons were also divided in stature. Quikantel had the highest level of combat capability among the dragons currently active.
If Qin had not been trained, he would have lost consciousness just by roaring.
With all sides darkened, Jean chose to breathe.
"I need to get my head straight. I'm glad you followed, you wouldn't have heard from that Eun-ryong here if you were beaten to death."
[I'm not dying. Quikantel can't get in here no matter how strong he is. Let's think about it here, how to persuade that fellow.]
But it was Murakan's illusion.
[Did you think I wouldn't be able to keep up if I hid in it?]
Quicantel's wings caused a sharp pagong. Soon the huge body came in through the spirit as if diving.
[Quickantel. How about you?]
[You still don't know how weak you are. Is this what you call a spiritual liberation? Murakan. I'm so disappointed.]
[Well, Quikantel. Why don't we finish this for old times' sake of old times' sake. I'm just here to ask you something.]
[Thinking of old times, it would be not enough to tear your man into ten thousand pieces.]
[Well, yeah, I can't help it. Try it if you can. You're always like this. We just broke up, didn't we?]
Quasik!
Quikantel bit Murakan's winged porridge. There was an ominous noise of something breaking and mashing, and Jean reflexively pulled out Bradamante.
Murakan also bit Quikantel's wings. The two dragons did not fall even though they stopped flapping, because they were wrapped in spirit.
They attacked the same place, but the damage was greater on the Murakhan side. Blood was constantly dripping from the dog on Murakan's Day, and Quikantel's wings were cracked as if the glass had cracked.
Jean had to swing the sword before the two dragons moved again. From the moment Murakan was bitten, the spirit gathered like a cloud was rapidly fading away.
It's a coat that's hard to pierce even with Murakan's teeth. It means it's hard to get a scratch from my current blow.'
Therefore, Jin chose the wing of Quicantel, which had already cracked. It's a shame it's not a vital point, but it would be better than throwing away only one chance.
Whoo-woo! There's an ogre over the bradamante. In the darkness of eternity, a brilliant orator stood out.
[What!]
And to my surprise.
Quikantel was not aware of the fact that humans were riding on Murakan's back. I just realized that there is a gin.
Jin, who leaped like an arrow, fell to Quikantel's wing, holding the sword as a reciprocal.
It's a blow that's devoted all its energy. Fortunately, the sword went deep between the cracks, and Jean had no intention of stopping the attack there.
'Open the sword.'
The technique that Murakan asked to seal until the five star emancipation. But now was not the time to cover that.
If the attack fails to deal a fatal blow, there is only one option left. To break the pendant of Orgal and call Luna.
Jin had no desire to do so, so he planned to take out all his cards first.
Above all, there was no lack of spirit at all now to invoke full sword opening. Jean was instinctively absorbing the emancipation of the spirit spread by Murakan.
[Good job, kid. Cut her wings so she can wake up!]
Jean did not hear the voice of Murakan.
When the opening of the sword began, time seemed to have stopped as it was when the Baengnang were killed.
Young-gi scattered everywhere was being sucked into Bradamante like a whirlpool. Whenever Young-gi squeezed in, I prayed that Quikantel's wings would spread out.
She gave a painful scream, but it was too late to avoid the already open bradamante.
It's careless, for example. Blinded by anger, he did not recognize that there was a human on Murakan's back, and ignored all the conversations.
The spirit, which had already soared sharply on the sword, was completely penetrating Quikantel's left wing.
Jean twisted the whole body and applied force to the handle. Kei Ik! There was a grotesque frictional sound, followed by a scene where Quikantel's wings were ripped apart.
The deeper the sword went, the more spirit was lifted. Since it has displayed dozens of times the power that Jin can usually produce, it is consuming his energy inefficiently.
Quikantel's wings are naturally hard enough to break even if a seven-star knight puts all his strength into them.
Sparrow!
As soon as the blade of the black knife passed through its wings and fell down, Murakhan lifted his tail and took the falling camp.
Suddenly a great deal of strength poured out and cold sweat broke out all over my body. But when I saw the heavy wings fall into the sea, I realized how great they had done.
A beat late, Quikantel also began to fall. Only one wing was fluttering in vainly.
Did you become a killer?’
The sea devoured the quikantel. A heroic spray appeared as if to symbolize the death of a dragon.
"Oh, my God!"
Jean also had to deal with the aftermath. Dealing with power beyond ability always comes at a price.
'Fortunately, it doesn't involve as much pain as the White Rangs do. It's probably because the stakes are higher than then.’
Still, my hands and feet trembled and I felt pain infrequently. When I wanted to lie down on Murakan's back.
[Now, all you and I have to do is pray that Quikantel has regained reason.]
"What are you talking about? It's not the end?"
[The dragons that manage time don't die easily. Just like this.]
Looking down, Jean swallowed her breath.
There was a huge dark shadow on the surface of the sea. And the next moment, Jin was able to witness the unique power of being who handled 'time'.
To turn back.
The cut wings and bodies that fell into the sea were slowly rising back into the sky. Quicantel's time is turning back.
Not even defenseless. The space near Quikantel was strangely distorted, and when I swung the sword into it, I could not feel anything like a vision.
Jean, who was watching, had goose bumps all over her body.
[That's why power and magic are distinguished. But don't worry too much. It's an ability that consumes as much power as it is fraudulent. And you act as if you're not stuck yet.]
After a while, Quikantel, who rose to its full place, looked as if even the severed wings were fully attached.
When the distorted space regained its original form, the Quicantel began to move again.
As Murakan said, she seemed quite exhausted. Breathing was very fast, and the flapping was remarkably slow.
For the moment it seemed impossible for her to attack, either.
Now that you're not coming at once, you're thinking of talking.]
[......what happened, Murakhan. Are you saying that the man on your back is a contractor for Soldierlet?]
[Yes. Are you done venting your anger?] I didn't know there was this much resentment left after we broke up. Didn't we end well?]
[Good ending?] [Didn't you just abandon me?] You didn't even give me room to talk like I do now.]
[Is that the same as this?] And if I just bring up the idea of breaking up, how can I give you a chance? I didn't cheat on you. What can I do if my personality doesn't fit!]
Is this really the dialogue of dragons that has existed for thousands of years?
Jean had no choice but to swallow her sigh.
A dragon doesn't have to be high-altitude and majestic, but... You're being too human. No, you're saying that you've been running to kill because you've only been dumped?’
For some time, the scuffle between the two dragons continued. Just repeating the same words, no progress was made in the conversation.
[Let's stop talking about this anyway, Quikantel. I didn't come here because I wanted to fight you. I'm here to ask you something. The lives of the same people are at stake.
[Ha! I never thought that arrogant Murakan would worry about his own people. How many of your kind have you killed, you're telling a grotesque story.]
When the word 'the same kind you killed' came out, Murakhan hesitated. It was a very sensitive story, and Quikantel seemed to be trying to avoid Murakan's eyes as if he was aware of the mistake.
[......yes, there was an enemy of your brother I killed. I killed that guy who had nothing to do with me just because you hated him. Did you want to hear this?]
Murakan breathed a sigh and said back.
[OK, it's my fault I was gonna ask you. I will solve the matter by asking another dragon.
[Just tell me. Damn, I keep getting emotional whenever I see you. I apologize for what I just said.]
[What's the point of a death-like struggle?]]
[Because it had a good reason.]
[I'm sure you will. Recently, a guardian dragon of Azmil was missing. Do you know anything? Az Mill's contractor is anxiously looking for it.]
[Missing?] You're not talking about Ratree?]
[Uh, that's right. Ratri. I'm a young dragon I've never heard of before.]
Then Quikantel blinked his eyes.
[Strange story] The child was taken not long ago by Poongryong Buretta.]
Pungnyong Buretta.
A dragon with ties to Andrey Zipple. As soon as the name came out, Qin and Murakan were in a bad premonition.
[Why did Buretta take him?]]
I heard that there is no other guardian dragon in Azmil, so I will teach you some magic words.]
It was the moment when the culprit who kidnapped the guardian dragon of Yuria was revealed.
How am I supposed to stab him?It was too much to hold the scales in a flying barrel. Every time Murakan and Quikantel's huge body hit, Jean also seemed to shake all her bones.'You're acting like an iron hand.'Quikantel was literally on the verge of killing Murakhan. The shooting Bresen was full of flesh, and when he bit it, he aimed for the key point without hesitation.FYE-E-Y-Y-Y-Y-Y-Y-Y!Quicantel's brain brushed through Murakan's back. Looking at the place where Bres passed by, it was a camp of cold sweat.Although Murakan keeps falling behind. He didn't mean to be left alone.Let's calm down and talk, Quikantel!Whoo! A black cloud rose out of nowhere in the sky.The black cloud was a huge spirit shaped by Murakan. When Murakan flew vertically and hid himself in the spirit, Quikantel roared angrily.It is a deafening roar for Jin. I felt my brain tremble at the sound that came through my ears.There is a standard for dividing the measure of strength from one star to another.Dragons were also divided in stature. Quikantel had the highest level of combat capability among the dragons currently active.If Qin had not been trained, he would have lost consciousness just by roaring.With all sides darkened, Jean chose to breathe."I need to get my head straight. I'm glad you followed, you wouldn't have heard from that Eun-ryong here if you were beaten to death."I'm not dying. Quikantel can't get in here no matter how strong he is. Let's think about it here, how to persuade that fellow.But it was Murakan's illusion.Did you think I wouldn't be able to keep up if I hid in it?Quicantel's wings caused a sharp pagong. Soon the huge body came in through the spirit as if diving.Quickantel. How about you?You still don't know how weak you are. Is this what you call a spiritual liberation? Murakan. I'm so disappointed.Well, Quikantel. Why don't we finish this for old times' sake of old times' sake. I'm just here to ask you something.Thinking of old times, it would be not enough to tear your man into ten thousand pieces.Well, yeah, I can't help it. Try it if you can. You're always like this. We just broke up, didn't we?Quasik!Quikantel bit Murakan's winged porridge. There was an ominous noise of something breaking and mashing, and Jean reflexively pulled out Bradamante.Murakan also bit Quikantel's wings. The two dragons did not fall even though they stopped flapping, because they were wrapped in spirit.They attacked the same place, but the damage was greater on the Murakhan side. Blood was constantly dripping from the dog on Murakan's Day, and Quikantel's wings were cracked as if the glass had cracked.Jean had to swing the sword before the two dragons moved again. From the moment Murakan was bitten, the spirit gathered like a cloud was rapidly fading away.It's a coat that's hard to pierce even with Murakan's teeth. It means it's hard to get a scratch from my current blow.'Therefore, Jin chose the wing of Quicantel, which had already cracked. It's a shame it's not a vital point, but it would be better than throwing away only one chance.Whoo-woo! There's an ogre over the bradamante. In the darkness of eternity, a brilliant orator stood out.What!And to my surprise.Quikantel was not aware of the fact that humans were riding on Murakan's back. I just realized that there is a gin.Jin, who leaped like an arrow, fell to Quikantel's wing, holding the sword as a reciprocal.It's a blow that's devoted all its energy. Fortunately, the sword went deep between the cracks, and Jean had no intention of stopping the attack there.'Open the sword.'The technique that Murakan asked to seal until the five star emancipation. But now was not the time to cover that.If the attack fails to deal a fatal blow, there is only one option left. To break the pendant of Orgal and call Luna.Jin had no desire to do so, so he planned to take out all his cards first.Above all, there was no lack of spirit at all now to invoke full sword opening. Jean was instinctively absorbing the emancipation of the spirit spread by Murakan.Good job, kid. Cut her wings so she can wake up!Jean did not hear the voice of Murakan.When the opening of the sword began, time seemed to have stopped as it was when the Baengnang were killed.Young-gi scattered everywhere was being sucked into Bradamante like a whirlpool. Whenever Young-gi squeezed in, I prayed that Quikantel's wings would spread out.She gave a painful scream, but it was too late to avoid the already open bradamante.It's careless, for example. Blinded by anger, he did not recognize that there was a human on Murakan's back, and ignored all the conversations.The spirit, which had already soared sharply on the sword, was completely penetrating Quikantel's left wing.Jean twisted the whole body and applied force to the handle. Kei Ik! There was a grotesque frictional sound, followed by a scene where Quikantel's wings were ripped apart.The deeper the sword went, the more spirit was lifted. Since it has displayed dozens of times the power that Jin can usually produce, it is consuming his energy inefficiently.Quikantel's wings are naturally hard enough to break even if a seven-star knight puts all his strength into them.Sparrow!As soon as the blade of the black knife passed through its wings and fell down, Murakhan lifted his tail and took the falling camp.Suddenly a great deal of strength poured out and cold sweat broke out all over my body. But when I saw the heavy wings fall into the sea, I realized how great they had done.A beat late, Quikantel also began to fall. Only one wing was fluttering in vainly.Did you become a killer?'The sea devoured the quikantel. A heroic spray appeared as if to symbolize the death of a dragon."Oh, my God!"Jean also had to deal with the aftermath. Dealing with power beyond ability always comes at a price.'Fortunately, it doesn't involve as much pain as the White Rangs do. It's probably because the stakes are higher than then.'Still, my hands and feet trembled and I felt pain infrequently. When I wanted to lie down on Murakan's back.Now, all you and I have to do is pray that Quikantel has regained reason."What are you talking about? It's not the end?"The dragons that manage time don't die easily. Just like this.Looking down, Jean swallowed her breath.There was a huge dark shadow on the surface of the sea. And the next moment, Jin was able to witness the unique power of being who handled 'time'.To turn back.The cut wings and bodies that fell into the sea were slowly rising back into the sky. Quicantel's time is turning back.Not even defenseless. The space near Quikantel was strangely distorted, and when I swung the sword into it, I could not feel anything like a vision.Jean, who was watching, had goose bumps all over her body.That's why power and magic are distinguished. But don't worry too much. It's an ability that consumes as much power as it is fraudulent. And you act as if you're not stuck yet.After a while, Quikantel, who rose to its full place, looked as if even the severed wings were fully attached.When the distorted space regained its original form, the Quicantel began to move again.As Murakan said, she seemed quite exhausted. Breathing was very fast, and the flapping was remarkably slow.For the moment it seemed impossible for her to attack, either.Now that you're not coming at once, you're thinking of talking.......what happened, Murakhan. Are you saying that the man on your back is a contractor for Soldierlet?Yes. Are you done venting your anger? I didn't know there was this much resentment left after we broke up. Didn't we end well?Good ending? Didn't you just abandon me? You didn't even give me room to talk like I do now.Is that the same as this? And if I just bring up the idea of breaking up, how can I give you a chance? I didn't cheat on you. What can I do if my personality doesn't fit!Is this really the dialogue of dragons that has existed for thousands of years?Jean had no choice but to swallow her sigh.A dragon doesn't have to be high-altitude and majestic, but... You're being too human. No, you're saying that you've been running to kill because you've only been dumped?'For some time, the scuffle between the two dragons continued. Just repeating the same words, no progress was made in the conversation.Let's stop talking about this anyway, Quikantel. I didn't come here because I wanted to fight you. I'm here to ask you something. The lives of the same people are at stake.Ha! I never thought that arrogant Murakan would worry about his own people. How many of your kind have you killed, you're telling a grotesque story.When the word 'the same kind you killed' came out, Murakhan hesitated. It was a very sensitive story, and Quikantel seemed to be trying to avoid Murakan's eyes as if he was aware of the mistake.......yes, there was an enemy of your brother I killed. I killed that guy who had nothing to do with me just because you hated him. Did you want to hear this?Murakan breathed a sigh and said back.OK, it's my fault I was gonna ask you. I will solve the matter by asking another dragon.Just tell me. Damn, I keep getting emotional whenever I see you. I apologize for what I just said.What's the point of a death-like struggle?Because it had a good reason.I'm sure you will. Recently, a guardian dragon of Azmil was missing. Do you know anything? Az Mill's contractor is anxiously looking for it.Missing? You're not talking about Ratree?Uh, that's right. Ratri. I'm a young dragon I've never heard of before.Then Quikantel blinked his eyes.Strange story The child was taken not long ago by Poongryong Buretta.Pungnyong Buretta.A dragon with ties to Andrey Zipple. As soon as the name came out, Qin and Murakan were in a bad premonition.Why did Buretta take him?I heard that there is no other guardian dragon in Azmil, so I will teach you some magic words.It was the moment when the culprit who kidnapped the guardian dragon of Yuria was revealed.
