Pranaiah, a drunken old guy, and a bipolar swordsman. How did I end up paired up with this wacky group of champions?
"Healed, healed, healed! Idrish. Idrish. Healed!" Pranaiah, the mischievous Pranaiah who had been strolling over the entire base, repeated himself. On the drinking jar-shaped forehead, his regional insignia sparkles.
Meridio's tears had already drawn the attention of the larger man. The creature's hand is still on the huge bottle of wine, which looks like it will never run out.
I shifted my focus away from the individual in question. As he hadn't moved or breathed in quite some time, I started to wonder if he was still alive. He hadn't moved or breathed in quite some time. My neck began to give way, and in an effort to protect myself, I buried my face in his chest.
It sounded as though his heart was beating quite quickly. In the same manner as the speed of light. Even the tiniest of twitches gave the impression that life was still there.
Due to the apparent potency of the poison, I had thought that he would pass away.
Yet, he was successful in accomplishing his goal.
"Can't you move yet?" says the grumpy untag. It moved underneath me. It appears to be capable of moving the body.
What he did next caught me by surprise. I could feel his arms slowly making their way up to my waist. As soon as I started to speak in response to what he said, he shoved me aside. Because I knew how important it was to keep my center of gravity steady in the middle of the crisis, I quickly lifted an arm.
I was able to land on my feet by grabbing the edge of the brick floor in a hasty manner and pulling myself up.
Following that, I heard Bonbon's strong applause as he giggled and said, "Idrish fast. Idrish flexible. Idrish w-"
Tormenting the creature that only had one eye. When we looked at one another, his stunning eyes almost seemed to well up with tears. The look of surprise on his face forced him to take a breather in the middle of his sentence. After giving himself a bear hug, he moved to the side in order to approach the sleeping drunkard.
The irritated samurai's presence behind me sent off the alert system in my body for the second time. My acute hearing suggests that it went in two stages, but in the end, it was not successful in materializing. Even though he is only a few meters or so behind me, I can still sense his presence, even though I can almost see him now.
He sneered behind me and said, "Maybe you're not going to kill Bonbon? That guy is our healer. We're going to need him."
"Kenru right. Kenru smart. Kenru pogi!" Pranaiahn cyclopes was able to say this while clinging to the sleeve of the fat Borracho's clothes.
Despite the many stories I've heard about the different kingdoms of life on Earthen, such as Pranaiah, Cairos, Oswuss, and the others, the idea that the small healers from Pranaiah would converse in such a manner never occurred to me. I don't know why. I gritted my teeth and made an effort to pay no attention to the male magician, Bonbon, or the dozing Borracho.
"So, who exactly are you? A mage? A murderer? You are not a tank, because Borracho is our primary defense—our tank." The man remained in his stance. Every move I made seemed to tease him.
I took a step closer to Meridio's tears. Bonbon gripped the sleeping Borracho's arm tighter. I think I terrified him previously.
"Idrish is terrifying. Idrish frightening." The one-eyed monster appeared again.
"Bon, she's a friend. Don't be scared. She can't do you any harm." After he comforted Bonbon, I heard his body strike the air, probably as a result of his quick jump towards the tree that encircled Meridio's tear.
I heard the wind gush to silence the base. Dead leaves fell around the old, bricked base.
Why do they seem to have no intention of starting a fight? Isn't it the moment the contestants arrive at the Mors arena that they are killing each other less than an hour later?
Has the rule changed in this game? So, wait, who is the fifth member of Meridio Camp? Where is he
"If you're looking for Rouma, she's in the middle lane, killing people in the other camp."
I repositioned myself so that I faced the samurai. He was perched high up on a broad branch, and his back was against the tree trunk. His blue hair and the sleeves of his dress are being ruffled by the wind. He gave off the impression of being a deadly assassin. A strikingly good-looking killer.
I sat under a lush fig tree with Borracho, who was still sleeping close to him the entire time I was there. I had no notion what we were waiting for or why we hadn't arrived at the primary towers of the three lanes, which were respectively referred to as Shita, Senta, and Appu.
If we did not move fast and establish a presence in those watch towers, our adversaries might immediately destroy Camp Septen.
A deafening rustling sound emanated from the direction of the tree where the samurai were sitting. Perhaps the man had already taken the leap. It turned out that I wasn't imagining things since the next thing I know, his boots were lying on the ground.
As he approaches me and goes closer to the front, his gray eyes meet mine. He has the same level of gravity as before, but this time I can see him clenching his teeth, which causes the muscles in his beautifully sculpted jaw to contract.
Damn. Since I first came, I've been effusive in my praise of this individual. My monarch, Killan, expects me to be obedient to him at all times.
"We have to act quickly before they demolish our primary towers." I said something. While I waited for him to say something, I swallowed the lump that had formed in my throat.
"Yes. I know. I've heard that the Senta Camp is a bunch of wusses. Rouma is capable of dealing with them."
My mouth dropped open at the concept. How do they say the opponents are weak? "How certain are you?"
He grinned. A caustic laugh erupted from deep within his chest. His broad brows met, forming a wrinkle in his temple. "You're fresh to such gatherings. But bear with me as I explain." My heart rate increased as he locked his gaze on me. " There's got to be a missing link here. I had no notion what the man desired.
"Kenru is aware. Kenru, Kenru, Kenru, Kenru, Kenr—" Despite the fact that he was staring at me, Bonbon was able to interject. When I returned my gaze, he quickly concealed half of his face in Borracho's large arm.
"I have spied on every kingdom before this." The man acted without even looking at me. It approached Meridio's tear and immediately scooped up the water at its base. His hands sparkled with diamond liquid on his palm. "Septen Camp has a good team," he said again, closing his eyes. These fighters are all inexperienced. Except for the fifth zone, Rouma can take them all down."
"With the exception of the fifth?" I asked.
"The fifth warrior is royalty. A V-1 ranked elven. "He's a prince." Kenru begins to describe the prince.
While the man was talking, my heart was pounding and my chest was tightening.
There were three offspring in the royal family. Two princes and a princess, to be exact. The shedding of innocent blood in pursuit of political gain was nothing new. There's no turning back now; it's a royal decree. Thankfully, the wedding between Killan and I was just for show.
There's no way I could take part in that custom. I refuse to be confined by such a morbid custom. Never.
"The prince is a strong Felun. He was kept hidden by the ruling house. A hidden weapon. Therefore none of my men are aware of what he is capable of. He is someone to keep an eye on. A concealed weapon that we do not yet know about is far more deadly than an exposed superpower." Kenru continued to tell his story. He cleansed his face with the Meridious tears' water. His face glistened, making him appear even more flawless.
"What if the information provided by your spies is incorrect? What if the lineup changes?" I inquired.
The man fixed his gaze on me. His gray eyes sucked me up like a bug. "Are you doubting my ability?"
"I was just making it s-" I cut myself off mid-sentence. The healing base suddenly lit up, as if someone was approaching. The entire healing area was surrounded by a green brilliant layer of light. The light was reflected throughout the camp.
Out of nowhere, a strange woman stumbled into the medical outpost. She wore a slinky purple dress. On both ends, you'll find a pair of vertical cuts. She has what look like spikes or horns on her shoulder blades. His hair, which is also dark, reaches down to his shoulders. Her eyes are framed by thick, black lashes, and her lips are dark. Extensive and tattooed with a dark hue, its nails are a striking feature.
"Rouma!" Kenru dashed into the healing zone.
Rouma, the supposedly frail magician, remained prone. Her eyes were blinking, and her limbs moved slowly.
Borracho and Bonbon were notified and approached the mage's place voluntarily.
"Rouma is not acceptable. Rouma is not in good health."
"What happened, chick?" the newly awakened Borracho said.
Rouma gulped. Before speaking, he gathered his strength "The other team is lethal, Kenru. The opposition has updated their lineup! They are not inexperienced. They're top-tier warriors! We're screwed!"