Lignus Continental Biography

Humans, Elves, Dwarves, Spirits, Horsemen, Celestials and Demibeasts. These seven factions have been fighting to occupy the vast continent of lignus. For many years, each faction has lived on the continent of Rignus and fought for their own interests, sometimes by the sword, to seize control of the continent.

However, over time, their relationships have often been somewhat framed, depending on the typical nature and disposition of the species.

For example, the Horses and Demibeasts sought power and destruction, Elves sought nature, peace, spirits sought liberty, and humans sought order. The dwarf also loved research, exploration, and mystical skills and money.

For tens of thousands of years, Ligrow and Serious, the creators, have been hiding themselves. During that time, these seven tribes huddled together to occupy each other's continents, and two years ago, the daughter of the Creator, Rachel, was making a new change in this world by summoning for the first time humans of another world, the Summoners.

But none of the heroes in the world knew exactly why Rachel summoned the existence of the Summoner to this world. Rachel only preached the words "the will of the Creator" to the heroes representing each species. And when the first Summoners of other worlds appeared in this world, Goddess Rachel left the Summoners, equally divided into precise numbers, to each faction.

“Hmph. Those guys. Most of them were weak, so they were searched. ”

Inside the Temple of Choice.

A dwarf with a short arm of strong, thick muscles snores.

The great hero Gold Strian. He was the chief of the Dwarves of the continent. Whether he wanted to show the relationship between Dwarves and Beer, the Gold Stream was still filled with large golden glasses, even within the Temple of Choice.

“That's right, that's right. Summoners are too weak. We were just messing around...... but they're all dead. ”

Three cute spirits started flying over his head as he confronted the Gold Stream horse.

However, the faces of the elite Dwarf Custas, the Srank Dwarf infantry, looking at such spirits, were terrified.

Whenever white powder fell on his head from the light spiritual wingspan, his face became seemingly addicted to elite Dwarf Kusta.

After a short while, the dwarves who hug their necks and lather up, the Gold Stream picks up a huge hammer and slams it to the ground with a rough nose.

Kuang!

A white-powder blast erupts with a loud rumbling sound, and Reese Streams turns to the three spirits and sees his men starting to regain consciousness.

“Narco. If you play tricks on us, our strong warriors will die." ”

“But we were just flying. ”

When the three Spirits answered, they sighed and wrapped their big hands around their faces. It was always frustrating to talk to spirits who didn't know what their problems were.

Soon, the Golden Street gaze came upon a woman with two large pairs of wings.

The Spirit Queen Arlene Linne. Arlene Linne, the chief of the Dwarf chieftains, nods with a smile.

“Narco, come back. ”

“Yes, my queen! ”

Gold Street shakes its head in horror at the sight of the runaway spirits. Even the elite Dwarf Kusta, the elite Dwarf elite of Dwarves, risked their lives for their pranks, but even the weaker Summoners dying in the coal mine couldn't stand it.

“Khh. All the Summoners from the Spirits must be dead, I see." ”

“There are still three people left. ”

“Huh……. There were only seven of us left who were very kind to me. He's pretty much alive. ”

Arlene Linne's reply turned the eyes of the Gold Stream into a puddle.

What do you mean, you survived those dangerous pranks that often cost you your life?

He sincerely salutes the first Summoners of the Spirit Nation, who have not even seen their faces.

“Those noblemen must have been raised like plants.... ”

The rees street-filled with beers turned their gaze to the other side without even trying to wipe the beer bubbles off their long beards. There were elves who could be called self and elves.

“…… I just thought I should teach them how to adapt to the world. ”

“So how long have you got? ”

El Eustacia, the Elven Queen, briefly asked what she thought and opened her mouth.

“Twelve. ”

“You've lived a lot. ”

“It doesn't matter how many Summoners survived for two years. ”

“Yes, it is. But legend has it that some Summoners are truly blessed by the Creator. We Dwarves don't believe in superstition, but we do believe in creativity. ”

“The blessing of the Creator.... I don't know?”

In the words of the Gold Stream, there was a bitter smile on the mouth of El Eustacia.

The Summoners were too weak for the creator's blessing. Without the protection of the Elves, they wouldn't last a day in this world.

“Speaking of which, I hear there's a pretty decent Summoner out there. ”

Close your eyes to what El Eustacia said and quietly nod as she listens to them. Irene Arctia, the so-called knight king, ruler of Golden Crow, a kingdom representing humans.

“Not enough. ”

“I heard that you recently started using swords.... ”

“Looks like information leaked from somewhere. When we get back to the Kingdom, we'll have to replace the Elven Liaison Informant. ”

“Oh my. I've heard stories from the Demibeasts, too. ”

“…… Hmph! ”

In the face of El Eustacia, who lowered her head slightly, she snorted. The Summoners, as she said, were placed evenly in the eight kingdoms. And only seven of them survived.

However, a man in his late thirties who resides in the Kingdom of Baratheon has risen to a marginal level for the use of swords.

“Khhh! A weakling uses a sword?" Talk to me, pretty lady. We're just not good at pickaxe hammering. It's a real pile of shit. Pack of luggage. ”

The Gold Stream heard the two conversations and glittered.

The Dwarf chieftain said that Irene Artia pretended not to win.

“He said he was a knight in the world he lived in. ”

“Oh, did you have a knight? Oh no! He should have come to our side. Tsk.”

With the words, unfortunately, the Gold Stream sweeps through the altar of choice. Three Summoners remain who were first summoned to the spirits, elves, and humans, but do not yet know how they live.

“Well... all the animals must be dead by now. ”

Looking at the great Ashto of the Demibeast Kingdom, the Gold Stream was so confident. I thought that the Summoners who went to the Demibeast kingdom, which was known to be cruel, violent and vicious, could not have lived for two years.

Ashto, the king of the Demibeasts, who heard the words of the Gold Stream, smiled quietly.

Seeing Ashto's cruel smile, the Gold Stream's head turns to the Horses and the Celestial People this time. Like a devil, Shernan Birch was sitting on a big chair with a frightening and eerie appearance, and the heavenly queen Lyfrin was watching the second Summoners on the altar getting up from their feet and beginning to reveal themselves.

“There won't be any survivors of that cruel and pathetic bitch. ”

The Gold Stream was so sure. If there were any survivors, they'd be out of their minds. Especially the Summoners who went to the heavenly host...... were terrifying to imagine. They didn't die of hardship. They must have died of mental illness. It was probably because they gave their doctrines and scriptures for more than a year and put them in solitary.

“Hehe. But the Horsemen seem to be having a good time with the Summoners lately. ”

“Damn you! Useless story!”

El Eustacia's voice was small, but it spread wide enough for everyone in the temple to hear. Then Ashto, the Demibeast king, began to cruelly shake his face. If you have El Eustacia right next to you, you're ready to wield your sharp claws.

“Ho? Ho? Hooh?”

Once again, the golden streetsman who was sipping beer suddenly woke up on his feet. Something interesting seemed to be hidden. The continent of Rignus is vast and borders are diverse. So it was almost impossible to figure out where every person in the force was doing what was happening.

It was not only the Gold Stream that paid attention to Eustacia's words. Irene Artia, ruler of the Golden Crow, has also begun to show interest in the Spirit Queen Arnen Lineda.

However, the Demon Lord Shernanvise, who had to answer their questions, only rolled up his mouth and didn't say anything.

Of course, he had no obligation to unravel their curiosity. However, it was time for the Gold Stream to wake up to say something, feeling frustrated by the actions of Shernan Bice.

[You've waited a long time. The Second Summoners have all been summoned. There are 136 people in total.]

“Khh……. Our goddess has a bad timing. ”

A mournful Gold Stream sat down and turned his gaze toward the altar of choice.

There was a commotion for a moment, and blood stains appear on the altar, and again, some seem to have died of stupor.

[This time, I will select the Summoner in the opposite order from 2 years ago. First, the Demon King, Shernan Vice, is Manma's ruler. Please select 20 people.]

After Rachel's voice, Shernan Birch, who had been sitting silently in his chair, rose to his feet. She starts walking to the altar of choice with the horsemen who look hideous.

“Whew. Look at all these kids. Not many useful ones this year. ”

The golden streetian grumbled. It was because the sound of crying and screaming was echoing through the temple every step of the way. Those of them who look bold or courageous are invisible.

Shortly, according to Shernan Bice's choice, twenty Summoners began to be dragged forward by the hands of the Horsemen. The Summoners, who don't know what's happening to them now, continue screaming and shouting.

It was just then.

“Get down!”

He spoke coldly in a low but insidious voice towards the twenty Summoners in horror. And moments later, a great fountain of blood begins to appear on the altar of choice.

“Crazy bitch! Are you crazy?! ”

The Gold Stream frowns and slams down its golden beer.

Among the Summoners chosen by the Demon Lord Shernan, there were only two survivors.

“Ha. Those fanatics who serve that bitch for over two years? It's amazing in so many ways.”

Looking back at Shernan Vice, who was taking the Summoners who survived that way, the Gold Stream slowly turned its neck and touched its beard.

You have a Summoner who survived the Horses' hands for over two years? He was more interested in using the sword than the Summoners of the Humans.

But that was the end of the Gold Stream's interest in the Summoners of the Horses. It was because his turn came back soon.