The Moon Wars

by Wachichas

The spirits of Light and Darkness have been unleashed in the New World, and along with them, a whole unknown land was unleashed within the continent. At the same time, The Great Tomb of Nazarick appeared out of nowhere. How the New World, along with Ainz Ooal Gown, will fight against this menace?

2. Chapter 1 They have Arrived

Chapter 1. They have arrived!

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At dawn, when all the beasts and monsters of the world who suddenly marked their doings in the cities, they wandered back to their secret hiding places, escaping from the sight of the soldiers. This kind of disconcerting outcome has been repeated in many other places.

The Re-Estize Kingdom, decimated by the horde of the undead, except for E-Rantel, who was ravished by the horrible creatures responsible for the near fall of the Capital City of the Theocracy. Nothing is known about their situation yet, but it is rumored that the city is now desert, and without any kind of life out there.

The Baharuth Empire has remained strong, but the turmoil of the population could cause a much more devastating effect, but considering the situation of its two neighboring kingdoms, the Empire has came out with slight casualties and consequences.

In one of the Cathedrals located at the south of the Theocracy, making an exception in the history of the meetings between the Cardinals, it was not in the Capital where this meeting was held.

And of course, it was for good reason.

The death that hung around almost everything and everyone who was there was so suffocating that there were already some who migrated to other cities, leaving the Capital alone with only soldiers and Priests.

And then those same migrants met with new diverse creatures: Slimes.

The violent and frantic response of the villagers against the gelatinous creatures, along with some guards, resulted in the discovery of the Gel. Although they did not know the true name of the new material, they decided not to take the essence of the creatures, adhering to the customs of their religion.

And because of some foolish cursed some of the more scared Priest preached, it was soon leaved behind at the same place where the creatures were slain.

But such thing did not happen among the soldiers. Who were smart enough to take at least some of it and to test it, and they discovered, through an accident, the founding of the Torch through Gel and wood.

Such discovering was not preceded before, so it was a miracle, and the news of it were hastily sent to the Cardinal as soon as it was possible.

Currently, even in the underground of one of the representative Cathedrals of the Gods, the ardent discussions between the Cardinals rolled out of the door, figuratively, of course, because of the loudness of their voices: a completely natural temporal reaction.

"What kind of calamity is this?!" The Cardinal of the Wind, Dominic Ihre Partouche, brought his fist strongly on the meeting table, and the Cardinal of the Earth and Commander of the Scriptures, Raymond Zarg Lauransan, did not take lightly the callous action of the elderly man, and he replied harshly to all the others present .

"ENOUGH! We have suffered great casualties, that is an universal fact, but this kind of insolence will not be tolerated during this meeting!"

That accomplished its purpose, and the other Cardinals, with the exception of the Cardinal of Darkness, who was tense but quiet in his seat, calmed down with several hints of nervousness on their faces, and the Cardinal of the Earth was not so different, but his seriousness did not allow him to speak until they were completely placated to start the meeting now. When everything was ready, he began his report, and with him the Cardinals began to read theirs.

Although it was not necessary. All of them have learned, and it is fitting to add in a personal way, the enormous and atrocious invasion of the strange creatures to all the northern cities, causing countless deaths and damage to the integrity of the Theocracy in many ways. Between dawn and morning, during the trip to the Cathedral that was least affected by the attack, this being the one of the Cardinal of Darkness, they witnessed the other damages that caused the horrifying things, and their anguish and despair increased when they learned that the Capital was the most affected city, embroidering thousands of dead in a single night.

Predictably, the Cardinal of the Light was livid when he arrived, but in a short time he was one of the most determined and angered during the meeting, and even silent, his fiery gaze did not diminish even as he read the amount of damage in all the cities, and the other reports that senior officers of the Theocracy Army provided.

As, for example, with the report of Commander Tohma, one of the most influential military officers, over the effect of the bites of the creatures on the soldiers (diseases that ate flesh, but were easily reduced and erased with Holy and / or healing magic), the remains that, mysteriously, were not eliminated by the [Lesser Restore] conjured by the Priests, and when they tried to get rid of them manually, they felt an Unholy energy stronger than when it was emanated by the things when they were living, and the other similar traces to those particular pieces of the anatomy of the things were collected by Priests of considerable power. Mysteriously, they did not fall sick or were corrupted, but it was unmistakable, that the fact that those pieces of the creatures' Rotten Flesh had ... something 'different' in them.

However, before even being able to begin an inspection, several of the most devout people tried to get rid of them through any means, since they received no order from their superiors to keep such things, and after what happened in that night, it was understandable, however, it was harmful anyway.

And now, of all the cities in the north, only 10 parts were deposited in a place of extreme confidentiality, something that they have been forced to conceive since the beginning of this strange and fatal onslaught: The Treasury. Convincing Zesshi Zetsumei was pathetically easy, since a reluctant Dominic was present during the saving of ... the resources, but he could not negate the order of a higher authority anyway; The Pontiffex was persuaded by Raymond and Maximilian to authorize them to examine the body parts, and even they were apprehensive of doing such things. However, faced with this new threat, they had to dig as much information as possible about the new horrors.

'Is it an omen of the Gods? The return of an Evil Deity? Or is it the rise of a new threat? '

"And what can we do now?" Berenice Nagua Santini, Cardinal of Fire, was the one who broke the silence, breaking Raymond out of his thoughts, and he aggressively observed the surface of the table for a moment, until then he replied, "We must purify all cities as best as we can, we will not think of the risk of a plague right now, we must also fortify the defense in the cities and order the remaining villages to migrate to better defended territories. " At the mention of the villages, all those present tightened their lips grimly, no doubt they also readed the reports of the explorers when they were trying to determine the total damage.

The villages were empty, completely ghostly, there were traces of ashes stuck to the walls or in piled up quantities in the ground, and the only evidence that it was the work of the things were the acidic and corrosive liquids in various parts of the houses and roads, but apart from them, no survivors were found. None.

"What about the cities to the south?" It was Ginedine Delan Guelfi, Cardinal of Water, who shifted the subject to a new one, and the Cardinals relaxed minutely when Raymond denied any sighting of one of the things, which from now on they called 'Evil Plague', a vague name , but undoubtedly recognizable in future sessions.

But they tensed when he said, "However," and Raymond, if possible, looked more sick and damaged by what he read in the report.

"Soldiers patrolling the walls have mentioned the appearance of numerous creatures, all of them related to the undead." The Cardinals were upset, and it was Dominic who launched the first and main accusation in the minds of the assembled.

"Zuranon!" The old Cardinal spit spitefully, and although Raymond did not command him to shut up, neither affirmed nor refuted his accusation, he simply stared enigmatically at the report, creating a hole in the paper while holding it tightly, and he sighed at the end, and rubbed both temples, while saying, "It is possible, but the attacks of the Evil Plagues have a greater importance than this, the undead did not trespass the walls, and apart from some skirmishes with some Eyes that somehow flew in the air and over the walls, there were no fatal victims."

With that, the Cardinals were placated, but they didn't forgot the very likely possibility that the infamous group of necromancers was responsible for everything that happened, at least partially. And then, having passed the national situation, everyone then focused on the next thing they readed, and their eyes widened and they almost choked on their own spit with what they saw.

Most of the forces stationed in the Elf Kingdom, including the Holocaust Scripture, were eradicated.

There was total silence, and the Cardinals watched, rereaded, over and over again, what was written, and stamped as a true report, and was being gripped with increasing trembling in their hands. And immediately, everyone wanted to have a bottle of the strongest liquor and let off some steam with at least one drink. Raymond, noticing the similar reactions, nodded sternly.

"Yes, lady and gentlemen, the magnitude of our problem is much greater than we presume." He declared, and then, he called one of the guards, who came in with one of the High Priests, the latter carrying a tied bag, made of a high-quality tablecloth, and placed it gently and delicately on the meeting table in front of Raymond, who without preamble began to untie the knot, and undressing the contents of the bag.

All the Cardinals gasped at what they saw, and the pulse of Holy energy that emanated from the contents was palpable and relieving for all.

Pixie Dust.

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The first Unicorn galloped swiftly through the forest, going directly to the light that came from the elves and the alarming darkness among the humans, and behind him, more of her brothers and sisters ran with the same fierceness, Gastropods, Flying Swords, Illuminant Bats and Pixies floated and flew nimbly, and even, the Chaos Elementals, finally free of their chains like the rest of them, ran and teleported expertly among the trees, the blur that their figures left behind were a simple addition to the tempestuous but beautiful spectacle of a force of nature, the creatures of the Hallow left their purity behind, and the plants, animals and trees, the trunks turned from a tan brown to a brilliant whitish complexion, the plants became glaring with rich colors and shone even in the shadow they were left behind the trees, and the animals were empowered with the holy power of Hallow, and they went to the call of their new brothers.

The first Unicorn left a dusty white trail, and her splashes resounded even among all the creatures that followed her, her path being one of divine judgment and complete goodness. And at last, they arrived on the scene,

And they were horrified at what they saw.

Numerous corpses lay on the ground, tinting the grass red, their eyes were unfocused and their bodies broken and pierced by arrows. Although they did not feel the hollow sensation of a spirit of the Light being suddenly extinguished, the creatures of the Hallow were filled with a solemn sadness and a growing fury at the sight of lives ended so violently, and such a thing reminded them of how their world was reduced in ashes or turned into an abomination by the monstrosities that were considered biomes.

And they all noticed the Darkness above them, and the Gastropods and Pixies along with the Unicorns tensed, the Chaos Elementals, not following with their nature for once, stood still rather than ramming at the feeling of ... non-Corruption, but it was similar, almost ... primal, tainted, like the native creatures of Purity that were trapped by their vile nature. And for some, it was more or less like the same gruesome things coming from the Corruption, but more meek, less ... brutal.

The humans, on the other hand, mesmerized with the sight of the unknown and majestic creatures, hesitated enough to abort the order of fire from their superior, who had not noticed the presence of the animals of the Hallow, and the other archers and warriors of the Holocaust Scripture came out of their hiding, going to the elves hidden in the ground and in the treetops, capable of killing them all thanks to their numerical and magical superiority, the defenders should not have the slightest chance of leaving victorious.

At least, should being the key word, until one of the archers noticed a bright light among the trees, smiled arrogantly, and trusting in his shooting skills, he stretched the string of his bow and shot accurately at a Pixie. And the little creature, although it was not fatally wounded, squeaked in pain and panic when out of nowhere, something attacked it from the side. But there was a witness, a single witness, who spread the news of the crime to the other creatures.

The solitary Gastropod who floated passively among the branches of the trees revealed itself from its position, and lifted the small cover that sealed its presence, and opening its tiny mouth, it fired its own projectile at the human, who by then had noticed the strange appearance of the creature, and heard the sound of the Gastropod's shot.

The beam of condensed energy exploded in contact with the human, tearing him apart and ending his dark existence, and that served as an announcement, a declaration of war, against the dark beings. All the eyes of the creatures of the Hallow felt the pain of their dear Pixie, and with fury, they responded to the hostile action. The Unicorns raised their forelegs and gave their own roar, alerting all humans of their hostility, and began to run, pointing their horns towards one of the darker ones. This human, responsible for raping and killing innocent elven children and subjugating and breaking the female ones to send them as slaves, ended up with his stomach punctured and then being stabbed by the mythical creature, his pathetic screams of pain serving as a final announcement of his unnecessary life being finished at the end.

A Chaos Elemental joined the battle, and its elegant and fluid movements were glorious, as it broke the fabric of reality teleporting between humans, giving blows and kicks that were charged with the power of the crystals, that broke bones, ignoring their armors completely. Other Gastropods were in charge of finishing with the most distant humans, who began to run in retreat, but for many, those efforts would be futile.

Until then, the same Pixie that was attacked previously, was completely killed by one of the members of the Holocaust Scripture. When he saw the mysterious creature, he first hesitated to attack, but now, because this thing started the slaughter of his comrades now he was determined to finish it. Taking it by surprise, the weakened Hallowed creature could not evade the sword that fell on it fast enough, and its life exploded into luminous and sparkling dust, and that dust gained the interest of the Scripture member, and he promptly took the most that he could and went to run away from the battle and out of the forest towards the direction of the Theocracy.

But it was followed by an Enchanted Sword, the magic weapon was silent as it followed its objective from the top of the trees, and with indecipherable precision, observed the Holocaust member, crossing boundaries, borders, leaving the Great Forest of Evasha until reaching the vicinity from the entrance of one of the cities of the Theocracy.

And it was then when it plummeted, letting out a mute roar of vengeance when it completely pierced the human, splitting it in two and scattering its viscera all over the ground, and the city guards watched, horrified, while a floating sword was left levitating over the body of one of their own, until again it shot back into the Great Forest.

Convinced, the guards raised the bells, and soon after, one of them found the Pixie Dust in the bag cradled by the Scripture member, all of them mesmerized with what they saw.

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When the report of the guards was finished, and still observing the dust of divine energy in his hands, Raymond dared to look at the others.

The Cardinals were enraged, and most reached a unanimous decision. Dominic, very red in the face, muttered gutturally. And it was a demand, and the Cardinal of the Earth raised his eyebrows, calmly, to what he heard.

"We must deploy her on the Elf Kingdom."

Raymond, after a moment, hummed evasively, and in the end, he commented.

"I'll tell her that myself, and we'll see what she answers. Is she still in the Treasury?" He asked Dominic, who simply nodded once, and he sighed, and then the Pontiffex declared.

"Very well then, send all your messengers and that the high officials carry out the orders that we have determined, for now, you are dismissed."

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Meanwhile, the other natives of the Hallow roared in fury and anguish when they felt the death of their companion, and with renewed vigor and anger they battled against the humans, and the numbers of the Theocracy began to wane. And the fate of the corrupted humans was sealed when an arrow flew through the trees and fell with incredible aim into one of the eyes of a soldier, and while his body fell, other arrows were successful and were buried in the bodies of the humans.

The creatures of the Hallow turned their heads to see the elves in the treetops, who were partially mesmerized by the beauty of the creatures and amazed at how deadly they were, and the humans were also in their stupor, and such an error was exploited by the Hallowed creatures, who got rid of them until only two were alive, these being apprehended effortlessly by two Chaos Elemental. And the elves were going to kill both from above, until the first Unicorn, with its horn dripping blood, interposed between the elves and humans, and tried to connect with the mind of the apparent leader with its telepathy.

'No, they are not to die,' the unicorn spoke in a surprisingly feminine voice, and the elf in question was initially alarmed, but then he was surprised when the creature spoke to him with strikingly intelligent eyes and, even more so, in his Elfish language. Passing his initial surprise, the elf leader looked with barely sealed resentment at the humans, and the unicorn noticed it in his eyes, and could not help, but try to reflect the attitude of the elf against the two humans, with her own against the Corruption and the Crimson . But such an analogy was wrong, because while those two humans had a dim light in them, they could be saved by the Hallow.

But the Corruption could, and will not, it is a place of pure death, like its sister.

With those thoughts consolidating her conclusion, the Unicorn shook her head, and spoke with finality, 'Their souls have Purity, I perceive it, and also my brothers and sisters can, and I have searched in their deepest confines, and I did not notice any evil in them.' The elf looked uncertain and doubtful, but did not dare to question the judgment of a creature like an Unicorn. However, he then spoke out loud,

"They kill our brothers and enslave our offspring and sisters! Of what crime are they innocent, if they follow the same belief that enslaves and kills us, the same belief, that says all who does not belong to their race or their religion must be punished with forced work and death?!"

And the Unicorns and all the creatures of the Hallow widened their eyes at such revelation, and momentarily turned to the humans, who, though terrified, had not a shred of remorse or anger at the Elf's accusations, and the First Unicorn turned around back to the Elf, and tried to decipher if what he said was true. And between the ocean of hatred and anger - emotions that, although justified, could turn his spirit to the Darkness - she could perceive the emphatic truth.

There was a chilling silence when the humans watched with uncertainty, the Elves with trepidation, and the Hallowed creatures with uncertainty themselves and with their beliefs being shaken by the revelation. And they realized another change, they did not feel the same sense of incorruptible holiness that they had before in Terraria, and they did not have the complete certainty that what they did was good.

The Unicorn then returned a deep look at the Elf, and she could not question it; his Light was so pure and naked before the world that she could not find a lie at this time or in the accusations he made. However, she asked in a voice that commanded all possible honesty from him.

"Has this happened since a long time?"

The Elf nodded severely, and responded after swallowing a feeling of pain, "For 200 years."

The creatures of the Hallow inhaled sharply, and the First Unicorn nodded, and closed her eyes for a moment, then turned to the two humans, and she provided them with the strictest gaze she could conjure, and they were paralyzed by her gaze, and she said, quietly, but with the intensity of four Terrablades,

"But they did not committed any crime," she spoke with unwavering conviction, and before the Elves could protest, she said, "We will take them with us and we will show you that they can be saved,"

The Elves did not understand what the Unicorn meant, but they kept quiet, noting that if they opposed they were outnumbered, and the Elven Leader sighed in frustration, and nodded. The Unicorn then asked, with her recovered serenity, the following, "Can you take us to your home?"

After a moment of hesitation, the Elf nodded again, and pointed a finger behind him, "Follow me."

And the Elves and Hallowed creatures returned to the Elven hometown, heading for the Elf Capital City.

And they failed to perceive a green-eyed figure who watched the whole battle from the safety of the bushes, and that figure began to follow them with silent steps, and behind her, nature seemed to stoop protectively over the figure.

The trees guided her with quiet murmurs to where the Hallow and the Elves went. The animals accompanied her and protected her from any threat, and they also approached her, caught by her appearance and enchanted by her presence.

Breathing deeply, reveling in the renewed pure scent of nature, the Dryad continued walking, away from the senses of the Hallowed creatures, while meditating on what happened, and her current situation.

And she knew what she should do.

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The first thing that could be registered for any living being that was a native of the New World, would be the shady environment and full of a dense density that hung over each one of them.

Whether human, demihuman or even heteromorph, they all shared something from yesterday, but such a thing only made their ties and alliances between them, both in their factions and personal bonds, fractured more than ever, thanks now to the sudden and cruel attacks of the new Monsters, who devastated their settlements, their villages, their towns and their cities.

However, even in the grim sensation that stifled any other emotion perceived in all of them, there were several ... benefits, dirty and bloody benefits, of course, but in the end, ones that perhaps could provide a better ... idea about everything that happened.

At least, that's what Jircniv Rune Farlord El-Nix supposed, frowning and tightened his lips bitterly, reviewing the reports of the undead attack and the ... mysterious abominations that made their sinister and catastrophic debut at the borders, and they could very well be loitering in the territory of the Empire. The Bloody Emperor was frantic throughout the morning supervising all the movements of his field marshals, about the reports of the increased flow of the wounded to the Temples, and, to his pent-up grief, the increasing death toll during the recent hours, the which was determined as indefinite, due to the frequency of the appearance of the effect on the dead: they would dissolve into ashes and what was left of them would be carried by the wind.

However, among all the disturbing and mournful news, others appeared about huge sums of money obtained by soldiers from sectors that were attacked mainly by the undead. Things that Jircniv only concluded as delusions brought by a madman seriously affected by the invasions, and he was going to discard them if it were not for the confirmation of several men in whom he trusted that they received the same report and physical evidence of it, and the report of an astonished messenger from one of the fortresses near the border, on gold coins being discovered among the remains of the undead, and even said messenger revealing a pile of immaculate coins of the material wrapped in a whitish cloth.

Although Jircniv was not a greedy man, the implications of such a discovery could be divided between disturbing and fruitful for the Empire, and when he dispatched several of his most trusted messengers along with search squads to all the forces that possessed the recently acquired coins sent through them, and Jircniv did not have to fear for any case of insubordination, since those men were paid in advance with imperial coins, his interest resided entirely in the new currencies, and in the other items reported by others officers of considerable rank in other strengths. On the discovery of upper limbs of the undead being abnormally resistant and useful for combat in cases of desperation due to lack of weapons.

Of shackles that brought several advantages to the soldiers when they used them in the frivolous and momentary peace after the battle, and such accessories were confiscated away from the soldiers and even they were taken with the messengers and guards.

'It is curious that, among all this seemingly despairful situation, such things appear as those shackles and those arms of the undead ...'

He took a bottle of the finest liquor and uncovered it, getting rid of the lid and taking a huge drink from it with abandon, after some other gulps, he placed it forcibly on the marble table that was placed in the middle of the room, behind him, Leinas and Baziwood and the other two Imperial Knights looked between impassivenes, intrigue and nervousness, and after a moment, Jircniv reassembled himself as if nothing had happened.

Meanwhile, he turned the bottle of liquor in his hand, and then he called the guard in front of the door before the room, and when this man entered, Jircniv ordered. "Fluder must be invoked before me immediately, I need to discuss with him over a critical issue, now."

Before the emphasis, the guard did not need more prompting and ran out of the room and into the hall, and Jircniv was formulating plans inside his head while watching the contents of the bottle, and he was waiting impatiently. And after a moment, Fluder came in through both doors, his scepter tapping the floor every time he took a step, and the Bloody Emperor noticed the tiny smile covered by his huge beard, but it did lift the hollowed cheeks of the magic caster. "I see that you are in a good mood, taking into account what happens in our Empire."

Jircniv commented with sharp eyes and a sense of indignation, but Fluder seemed unrepentant about it, and instead, with a jovial voice, he assured the young emperor, who, to the opinion of the Knights in the background, was very draining.

"Oh, but those casualties will wane soon, my young friend! I have recently formed a friendship with an ambitious practitioner of magic, and right now he has the explanation of what happens right now."

And Jircniv sighed during the sentence of the tired old man, until his eyes widened and the four Knights processed what he said at the end.

The Knights and Jircniv raised their brows, stunned, and with a renewed sense of suspicion, the Emperor sharpened his eyes, and simply let out an intriguing sound. "Oh?"

Jircniv knew that, disappointing his apparent senility, Fluder was a man of sharp senses and would no doubt have already detected a suspicious person just by chatting with them for a while, nor would he leave unnoticed the magical energy of anyone and much less any person would mean much importance for the elder if this was not related to his perpetual way to decipher the complexities of Magic.

However, he would not be easily deluded by people who would say suchs things without providing physical evidence or genuine demonstrations, and not that he would be easily convinced by illusions or false devices. So the Bloody Emperor, having thought all that, had his curiosity stung by this person, and he began to question the caster softly. "And who is this person, if you would tell me?"

The Knights were just as interested, but they hid their expressions behind neutral masks, and Fluder responded with great pleasure, looking and sounding very excited for this person. And Jircniv listened intently to what the old man was saying, and little by little his eyebrows went up in disbelief and then in tiny astonishment when Fluder was about to finish the story of considerable extension with his recent "friend".

One who preferred to be called "Wizard", an elderly man of advanced age, and he was cryptic when he answered how old he was exactly, and the description Fluder gave him ... was bizarre, so to speak. He wore a purple tunic that reached to the ground, a huge pointed hat of the same color, and both clothes were covered with numerous yellow stars. One of its most recognizable aspects was its huge white beard, which could more or less match that of the Tri-Magic Caster. Jircniv then listened to what intrigued him most: the reason why Fluder himself was interested.

Along with his almost unreal mana reserves, Wizard possessed a considerable amount of mana bottles, but what intrigued and impacted the old man so strongly is that, even using [Medium Appraisal Magic Item] he was struck with a vast amount of magic that rolled and emanated from the bottle, or rather, of its contents, Fluder was baffled for a moment, and while the Wizard was not even impressed by it, the Tri-Magic Caster had asked out of sheer instinct where he had gotten such a thing, and the other elder replied simply: "With a bottle of water, crystals, Fairy dust, an unicorn horn, and some souls."

To say that Fluder almost lost his senses would be an understatement.

Now he was waiting at the entrance to the Imperial Palace, and he needed directions and meet with some "Guide", having said he came from a very distant land, and he said it without much tact, maybe this old man was senile.

Jircniv wrapped his hands in front of his jaw in a pensive posture, and he began to struggle internally, frowning when he could not come to a resolute conclusion, and only came out with assumptions. In the end he sighed and conceded. "I guess you were going to introduce him to me anyway, were not you?"

Fluder chuckled as he nodded and he departed from the room, Jircniv himself went to prepare to meet the man and make a good impression, and after a few moments to get dressed for the other sorcerer's arrival, he was sitting on his Imperial Throne when the door opened, and Jircniv could finally see the man in detail, and was not disappointed.

Wizard turned out to be as Fluder described it, and the man's stance was firm and dignified, contrary to the other elder, he walked without the support of a scepter and his beard was, unbelievably, longer than that of the Tri-Magic Caster, and the ridiculous choice to have stars all over his dark purple robes did not reduce the eminent knowledge that rested in his eyes and wrinkled skin, both casters arrived near the platform, and although Fluder bowed respectfully, Wizard barely bowed a little less than him, and then when he kept his gaze locked with that of the Emperor, Jircniv ruled out any possibility of senility from which he could take advantage. The old man was not stupid, not at all.

"Your reputation precedes you, Wizard." Jircniv began bluntly, fixing his eyes on the figure of the old man, who faced the intense gaze without giving up, and in response, got a snort of good nature. And Wizard tipped his pointy hat cordially, and returned the pleasures.

"Oh, thanks, but I have to say that my new associate here has told me about the situation at hand, and I know you have had a busy schedule, and I want to fix that."

"Hm?" The Emperor hummed interestedly, and the Knights behind him were equally attracted to the statement, and Wizard began to speak bluntly and with a tone of severe seriousness, and his previous lax attitude disappeared.

"I've been there, last night, having to fight the So-" Here he hesitated hesitantly, but resumed his with renewed seriousness. "The Soul Eaters, that's what those rotten things are called, and against the Demon Eyes and the Zombies, and I'm already familiar with this kind of situation."

"Oh, really? And what do you have to say to me, then?"

Jircniv leaned forward in impatient curiosity, and Fluder was also caught up in what the old man said, and Wizard then swept his gaze and saw each of those present, from Fluder to the Emperor, to the Imperial Knights.

And what he said next shook them deeply.

"That night served as a terrible omen for your nation, and I am here to get rid of the cause, Emperor Jircniv, your world is in terrible danger."

Although alarmed by the news, the Knights were doubtful of its authenticity, Leinas was disinterested in the whole conversation, absent-mindedly watching the magician's clothes for a few moments before regaining his professionalism. Jircniv on the other hand, took the words seriously, no doubt convinced by the recent and mysterious attacks, and in response, although he hated to do so, he asked. "And what kind of danger, Wizard?"

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Walking lostly, a figure in a pale hazel waistcoat was swaying dizzily among a pile of trees, craddling his head delicately. He groaned when his fingers brushed a lump, but then his eyes widened in panic and he patted his vest, and he sighed mildly in relief when he noticed that he still carried his trusted girls.

From his iconic blackish hair, tanned skin, red shirt to his luxurious gold necklace, the Arms Dealer wandered through a forest, and had no idea where he was, except for a slight foreboding in his gut. And he scowled, when his head was empty when trying to remember what happened before.

'Argh, damn it, I'll never trust that scammy old geezer again.'

And worse was the headache he had right now, but such a thing was very frivolous about what was going to happen.

He heard erratic footsteps behind him, and then, a moan strengthened the identity of the creature.

"Awh, shit." He muttered incredulously when he found a Zombie staggering towards him, and instinctively he pulled out his Flintlock Pistol and dumped it three times on the head of the undead, and he tensed when he noticed a group of them, and sighed aggravatedly, and he set out to get rid of the pile of rotting meat walkers.

At the beginning of the morning, after dozens of birds were frightened by the roaring gunshots that came from the depths of a forest, that same sigh would be repeated when encountering a flock of criminals, which was circulating around him right now, and from one vicious archer, pointing him with a crudely carved bow.

The way in how it happened is simple, actually.

After finishing all the Zombies, and incredibly without any Demon Eye among his enemies, he found himself on a trail and walked to where that path led him, and guided by the looming Sun of dawn, he walked for long minutes by a plain while contemplating his surroundings, and for the first time in years, he could freely breathe the air from the outside, away from the already repetitive confines of the Terrarian's underground lair.

And while he tried to remember the last thing that happened, out of nowhere, a lot of bandits appeared from the sides, coming from two groups of trees that were conveniently located on the sides of the road.

And the Arms Dealer felt stupid, for not predicting that, while he was in the sights of one of the bandits, and he raised his hands in surrender, albeit abruptly. Bad move.

The archer snarled and tensed the rope menacingly, the other assassins also became bole and went to put their hands on the pommels or hilts of their weapons at once, to intimidate, nothing more. The Arms Dealer kept his hands passively raised, and the only bandit who possessed magic did not perceive any spell being conjured or a pinch of mana in him, and nodded to the leader, a six-foot man, with two throwing axes, and communicated with gestures about such a thing, and the leader placed a hand on the shoulder of the bandit with the bow, but did not order him to lower it, and the Arms Dealer raised his eyebrows and did an asking gesture, and the band began to laugh sinisterly. "Tell me, traveler, do you know what kind of territory you are in?"

The man in question half turned around him, holding up his hands during the action, and with a false innocence and mischief, he shrugged his shoulders unknown, genuinely lost. This simply caused the bandit leader to give a boastful snort, and began to cast a monologue about him being the "Baron" of the seventeen hectares that made up the town near the north, of his strict regime, where he strangled the commoners with high taxes for their "security", that they, especially he, were invincible on this side of the world, and that neither the Re-Estize Kingdom, nor before or after the Night of Change could trace him and kill him. The Arms Dealer listened with intrigue, but while losing interest in the criminal actions of man, he was physically interested in the mention of the Night and of a kingdom. Which the leader noticed. "Ah, so then you go to Re-Estize?"

At the question, the Arms Dealer uncertainly answered affirmatively with a nod, and the leader began to stroke his disheveled beard, his eyes glinting malevolently, and an equally malevolent smile stretched his face, and he bowed with false friendship to the Arms Dealer, stretching his arms while doing it. And he proclaimed with a confident tone. "Oh, traveler! Then let us escort you to the nearest town to one of the big cities, however, that will come at a price."

The Arms Dealer was physically deflated to the last part of his sentence, and he sighed with disappointment, slowly lowering his arms, and began to look for coins with growing discouragement, poking at the pockets of his gray waistcoat to show empty hands, and before the growing angry eyes of the bandits, he shook his vest and pants strongly with strong hand gestures, and the iconic tinkling of the coins was not heard. The leader sharpened his eyes, and bowed his head to two of the bandits, and ordered. "Check 'im."

The man then brought his hands in front of him, and tried to lean back, hesitating slightly. "I'm afraid you can -"

The bow bandit growled, literally, and raised his bow with renewed intent and aimed his arrow at the man's head, who stopped completely, and this made him smirk, and arrogantly, he ordered harshly with a thick voice. "You stay there or I cross your head!"

The Arms Dealer then looked with a neutral expression at the weapon, and he looked at the bow and then the bandit several times, and his posture then became tense, but not in the manner of a future victim of a robbery, the leader realized, it was in the manner of a warrior - a murderer about to commit his doing. The leader decided not to rush at such suppositions, and looked pointedly at the man, and all the other bandits with bows prepared their weapons, but this did not seem to affect the man.

And then he inquired with a tone that matched the eyebrow that was raised questioningly, and asked quietly. "Buddy, are you really aiming that bow to my head?"

In an instant, everything happened.

From the point of view of the leader, first there was a strong detonation not unlike one of those cannons perched on the walls over the cities, and in less than a second the head of the initial bandit exploded like a ripe fruit in a disaster of brains, bone and blood, the bandits only had time to sputter and try to calm the horses that were very upset by the unexpected move, some others tried to shoot the man hurriedly, but he was no longer there.

The bandit leader took out his axe, and tried to order the wizard of his band, but he was already lying dead on the floor with two huge holes in his chest and shoulder, and his corpse smelled faintly of gunpowder (?) Among the stench of blood and burned flesh, and the first thing he thought was:

'A sorcerer ?!'

The stranger then revealed himself within shooting distance of the group, but they then noticed the enormous change that rested in the arms and hands of the - adventurer? Magic caster? - and they were disturbed at what they saw.

Extending from beginning to end in about 5 feet was a strange device, it was a kind of creature with several limbs at its sides and another that extended on its back, it had a large tail that served as a stock for the stranger, it also had some species of tubes in its mouth, which had no teeth, but they did the same intimidating effect anyway.

The Arms Dealer, noticing their hesitation upon seeing the weapon, pulled the trigger located at the bottom of the Minishark's fin.

The tubes in the thing's mouth began to spin with increasing speed ...

And what the leader realized later, was that then all the lackeys on his right began to be violently pierced by numerous invisible projectiles, which came from the now flaming mouth of the strange but deadly creature, and the way that everything happened was so loud and sudden that the leader felt no alternative but to run, urging his beast to gallop as fast as he could.

Behind him, where he could not see, the Arms Dealer covered himself behind a tree while waiting for the barrage of arrows he received in response to pass by him, and then he threw himself to the ground, facing the bandits and rolling while pulling the trigger of his Minishark, and the weapon roared repetitively, with its rotating guns towards the criminals, who found their fatal and violent and, for his personal opinion, deserved destinations, the only regrettable thing was that their horses also died, but at least all had fast deaths.

Except one of them, for the gunner's tiny surprise, but he had to take the wounded aside aside to focus his gaze on the fleeing leader, and he aimed through the Minishark's aim, being guided by pure instinct and for years of training. He placed the small piece of metal that served to aim along with the leader, and fired a single round.

The effect was instantaneous, manifesting itself with the torso of the leader being destroyed by the particular Explosive Bullet that the Arms Dealer possessed for an occasion, and he whistled appreciatively, while he watched as the remains of the criminal layed down over his galloping horse, which was completely unharmed, and crashed hard against the ground, scattering scarlet liquid all over the grass.

"Hell! I have to give credit to that crazy dwarf with those bullets ..."

He exclaimed, and mumbled the last part, but his short moment of remembrance was interrupted when he heard a sobbing moan, and he turned, with Minishark on his shoulder, to see one of the bandits lying on the ground, and under the corpse of his horse. The Arms Dealer noticed that the man was trying to reach for a throwing knife, and he walked languidly towards the man he was standing on and stepped on his hand, earning a stifled scream, and he kicked the knife away from both of them, and lowered his head to nail his eyes in the head of the bandit.

The bandit raised his head to look at him defiantly, and the Arms Dealer smirked at the futile show of indomitability, and buried his heel in the guy's hand, but this time the bones did not resist, and along with the cracking the man's scream was stronger. The Arms Dealer then bent down to grab the man's hair tightly, and interrogated him. "Alright buddy, now you tell me where is this town of yours and I'll let you live."

The only response he received was an unsuccessful attempt to spit him out. And the bandit had no chance to try again, when the Arms Dealer buried his face in the ground loudly and easily against his protests.

When he finished, the Arms Dealer sighed resignedly, but he expected for such a thing, and he said with finality. "Aight, that's your choice? Okay, aight." Anyway, I know how to get to that village. "

A map was his way out of this situation, strange as it was, and he thanked all Hallow that the Traveling Merchant was stubborn enough to win a new buyer: him.

He got up and started looking around stealing the dead men of their belongings, and the Arms Dealer was not affected at all by stealing from the dead, determining that anyway he needed everything necessary to make his way around here, and at last, he sighed with relief, finding his reward after a while of only walking, and he promptly went to the dark horse that was grazing merrily in the field, not caring a whim that his former owner was collapsed dead a few feet away, and this caused the man to snort amusedly.

He tentatively approached the sorrel, and began to squeeze his hair, and ignoring the shouts of the bandit far away, he murmured. "Hey bud, I'm gonna need your help for some time."

The horse gave him a look, and even seemed to invoke a shrug with a movement of his head, and he laughed shortly, he liked this one, alright.

'I should blame that vegan woman for this.'

"Do not think you're going out with this one, you son of a bitch!"

The only response the criminal got was a shot to his head, ending his pathetic day of pillaging and taking advantage from the 'defenseless'. The Arms Dealer followed the direction where the bandits appeared from the beginning, and he rode quietly in the morning's growing activity, and that little quiet scene was enough to make him forget what happened. But he certainly did not take his questions out of his head.

'Where exactly the fuck am I?'

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Hidden in the lair of the band he belonged to temporarily, Brain Unglaus felt a tinkle in his mind, and stopped his daily training as he turned to the horizon, where the sun slowly began to rise, and he frowned in confusion. After a moment of silence, he spat disdainfully and scowled, when he remembered a certain group of idiots and a particular idiot who went to 'go out there' and leave the village they had as a place of rest unattended.

Not to mention how useless they were when he was awakened by the sound of the undead, leaving him alone to deal with hundreds of them.

And now he, fed up with the illicit ministrations of his 'companions', departed from the cave where he trained and went in the direction of the adjacent village, and he muttered irritably and without a short amount of hatred, "Why the fuck are Jurid and his idiots doing to take so long? "

He was going to kill them, oh, what he would do to them for that time when he had to kill those weird eyes.

Unaware of what was going happen, Unglaus walked towards a fateful encounter, and it would not necessarily be against his eternal rival.

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As he rode down the road, the Arms Dealer was soaking up information from the hills in the distance and complete normality in all his surroundings, of course, except for the bandits.

The man breathed without the need of a magic device or some potion, could go around in the day without fear for flying things of rotten meat or completely made of bloody meat. And nothing about Terrarians and their machinations and brutal ways to purge the evil of the world for a while.

Sadly, there was also no presence of the Nurse nor the Engineer and neither the Dryad, but he was sure that if he was here; In a world of normal appearance, with Zombies and Flying Eyes after all, maybe, the least that all of this could be would be a repetition of past events or a second chance to prevent everything that happened with the Corruption and the Crimson in Terraria.

Meaning the Terrarian may be here after all.

Or at least, that's what the Arms Dealer theorized.

And his meditations on his bizarre circumstance were broken when he reached the top of a hill, and below it, extending and rising on a plain was a town of considerable size, there were some characteristic buildings, such as a smithy, a church, and predictably , there was a stockade around the town.

And that sample of fortification was reduced to shreds, and he supposed that the violence of the Night must remain an affair that can not be contained for them.

Without hesitation, he made his way to the town, and slowing the rhythm of his horse to make himself as less threatening as possible, and also not to be hostilely received by possible bandits who decided to stay in town, too.

Nothing that his Flintlock could not solve with some detonations, of course. But such a precaution should not be imperative every time he went to greet someone or going in a town.

That was for the Terrarian, most of the time.

He arrived at the entrance of the town, and the first thing he noticed was the little activity that was on the street, and the lack of a guard in front of it, and although such thing was the problem of the town, the Arms Dealer little by little had the suspicion that certain members of a certain band already familiar with him were responsible.

He also noticed the complete mud disaster that made up the main street; a cluster of water, holes and disordered footsteps running over its unstable surface. Touching lightly the sides of his horse with his heels, the mount began to walk slowly down the street, and little by little he could hear the agitated and weary voices of several people, he could also hear some footsteps in some parts of the town, but nobody came out to receive him.

Very disturbing, actually.

Passing through a point with a notable presence of debris in an alley, the Arms Dealer finally reached what was considered the square, and there were four figures standing in the middle, figures that, by how they were positioned and with remarkable tension on their shoulders and already unsheathed weapons, the Arms Dealer determined they were members of the Baron whose body he reduced to a smoking half-corpse, and perhaps they recognized the horse beneath him as belonging to one of their own, but it was unlikely.

From right to left, he prosecuted the possible bandits. A guy with a hammer and rough-looking, one with a crossbow and looking a little thin, one with a hood and three daggers on his chest, and one with a sword, who seemed bored by all this.

Comparing them with the Terrarian, these guys did not even reach the size of the hero in the early stages of his journey.

Without being urged, the Arms Dealer dismounted the horse and let him go where he wanted, his business was with that broken quartet, so his presence there was unnecessary and risky for his welfare.

"And you are?" The one on the far left, he asked without much courtesy, and the Arms Dealer buried both hands in his vest, unconcerned, and apparently those in front of him did not worry about the gesture.

"King, my name is King." The Arms Dealer, King S., answered with a nod, which they did not return, but he was unaffected by that. In response, the one next to the guy who spoke, a sinister one if his voice was a sign, hissed threateningly.

"And do you even know where you are?"

King shrugged, and threw a cocky smirk at the hooded man. "Would you mind spreading me such information?"

He did not answer, and again it was the apathetic swordsman who commented in response, evading his question. "Look, let's get this over with, we heard explosions or whatever it was a few moments ago, and you have arrived here, and I find it very convenient that you have arrived with a horse and a huge bag with a lot of content inside,"

Oh, straight to the point. King frowned and blatantly refuted the accusation. "I have not done what you think, do you see me as a magician or something?"

"Anyway," Cutted the one with hammer, now holding it with both hands in a clear sign of intimidation. "You have a very big bag, so do not even think to resist, because we'll kill you, simply," and the four smirked arrogantly, completely confident in their victory for numerical advantage, and not to mention the apparent lack of weapons in the foreigner.

And there was no way that he, if he were to be a magic caster, could do anything about it, because the one of the three daggers, Johar, could use his Martial Art [Pace of the Wind], before he could conjure any spell.

In short, this stranger was stupid to come here without preparing and underestimating them.

Except that the Arms Dealer King S. was nothing but cautious.

"Ah, well, I think I have to protest against that." He smiled a smile that was not assuring at all, and the four felt a horrible chill in their spines.

Before they could run up to him or ram him with their Martial Arts however, the Arms Dealer drew two Flintlock Pistols and unloaded them into what he considered the most 'dangerous', this being Johar and the one with the crossbow, of course.

Both did not have time to react when they looked at the mysterious artifacts, Johar died almost immediately with a shot in his heart, piercing one of his daggers, which he used to intimidate the women so that they bowed before him, and causing him to collapse with a stunned face, unable even in his last breath to be able to process what happened.

The one of the crossbow, whose name will only be mentioned here as Gur, was shot in the jugular and he could simply choke and let out choked sounds while releasing the crossbow that he used to torment the innocent without much regret, to now cling to his neck in vain, and died in a few seconds.

The panic planted in the last two bandits as a result of the shooting and, by extension, the hidden villagers made everyone miss the way King moved with almost total instantaneity to recharge, and then, when the hammer one was shaken from his stupor and his fear and went to try to crush the Arms Dealer, he did not flinch, and answered burying a bullet between his eyebrows, and so, without much novelty, the man with the hammer, whose name was never of importance and will not be revealed, fell backwards like a puppet whose strings have been cut.

The last one, a close associate of Brain Unglaus, dumbly tripped and fell heavily against the ground, "You sonofabitch!" the man bellowed as he tried to get up, but King simply shot him in the stomach, making him sceam painfully, and causing him to cease his efforts to escape to try to cover the bullet wound.

The villagers watched with trepidation and morbid astonishment as the mysterious man circulated slowly and with total disregard for the fact that he killed three men in moments, ignoring the agonizing cries and the pleading moans of the criminal who has harassed them for weeks, and they remained silent, and looked from their windows and holes.

The Arms Dealer watched for a while in indifference to the man, who was still shouting loudly, expressing his pain, and the look was so pathetic that King sighed and, standing in position, detonated his Flintlock for the last time on the man's head, relieving him of his agony and taking him out of this world.

In the distance, we could hear the faint sound of a woman fainting and falling a little hard to the ground.

Without much concern for the corpse in front of him or the others, he turned to the rest of the town and raised his voice, "Those who are real citizens here, you can get out now! You're safe," He said the latter normally, and turning it with style, he kept his gun inside his vest, and went to relieve the corpses of their equipment.

Little by little, people started to get out, though with justified doubts in their heads, and the Arms Dealer raised his hands in a gesture to placate the still-agitated people, and as he did, he spoke, "Is anyone here the mayor? Or at least there is a person of high position here? "

"M-Me," a middle-aged man raised his hand between the people, and stepped in front of them, and the Arms Dealer nodded, admiring his courage, and offered his hand to shake it. The man did it, although apprehensively, and was impressed by the strong grip of the stranger.

"Let me introduce myself, my name is King, I am ... a foreign merchant, as you can see, and I am in a slight problematic situation, and I would need a guide and a place to take an inventory before proceeding with my travels here," he nodded cordially to those present, and while he waited for the mayor to present himself, he proceeded to strip the men and take possession of their objects, and the villagers saw him with different opinions.

"Nice to meet you, Sir King, I should first thank you for ... dealing with them," At this, the Arms Dealer grunted in confirmation as he lifted the man's body from the hammer to inspect his back, and found a kind of knife on his lower back, After a moment, he responded. "No matter, anyway, the rest of their lackeys assaulted me on my way here, and I already took care of them," he assured the man's alarmed look, and his mouth gaped slightly in amazement, and his reaction was joined with the other villagers.

They did hear the rumble at dawn, but to think that it was the work of this man who got rid of a group of criminals on his own ...

"Now, sir ...?" King derailed, and the man hurried to resolve his mistake. "Ah, my name is Freid."

"Mr. Freid, as I have already told you, I am in a very complicated predicament, and I need information about my surroundings, I am afraid that I am in a land unknown to mine." The man told him frankly, and the mayor nodded respectfully, and watched as the man then began to drag the corpses out of the square, and more and more of the villagers came out of their hiding.

"Very well, then, Sir King, let me help you and I will reward you properly," The Arms Dealer nodded, and with several weapons and artifacts on top, he grabbed the corpse of the swordsman, and with other men who callously kicked the inert bodies of the criminals some times, they took the dead out of the village, and buried them and blessed their tombs to prevent the raising of the undead.

Upon having finished, the Arms Dealer was taken to the mayor's building and offered with a cup of tea, which he accepted and swallowed gratefully, and promptly the mayor's wife, the mayor himself, several of the workers, and King, sat in the office of the mayor to chat about the reward agreement.

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The first thing he did was blink repetitively, three times, in which his surroundings; being a meadow that stretched as far as his eye could reach, but with the iconic silhouettes of several houses in the distance, then it was the night sky, the stars, and finally the light of the Sun, which slowly rose and loomed above all that was below. And he was amazed, but it was not because of what he saw - he contemplated more beautiful things before - and he looked incredulously at his body. And he noticed something that left him breathless, and very agitated.

The heaviness of the curse - of being the catalyst for the ritual - completely vanished from his body. And the Guide could not describe what he felt in a few words; at least, not some words that were not completely accurate and according to what was happening in his mind. But such things remained secondary when the main fact was processed in his brain, and his head was whipped from side to side when he saw, for his enormous alteration and greater disbelief, the Pure forest that was behind him, and again reexamined the plains in front of him, and he did not notice the slightest trace of the Corruption or Crimson in kilometers, not Soul Eaters, nor Herplings, much less Worms or giant Brains, and undoubtedly no war on a continental scale that would destroy the life in the world between the two evils and the Hallow.

The shock of it all almost brought the cultured and knowledgeable man to his knees, but he rested one arm against a log as he grabbed his head and tried to get used to this change, and his mind was frantic when he tried to do so, and his instincts were disordered and for the first time, he did not know what to do at that moment. And thinking that, he released a sardonic chuckle.

'Is this how the Terrarian felt first appearing in Terraria? Hallow, how cruel I must have been when I initially treated him as nothing special as to couple his situation. ' And he felt guilty, thinking about that.

But then he regained his firmness, breathing deeply at intervals, and proceeded to walk cautiously towards the village with increasing haste, with an urge to discover and calm the worries of his head; a habit not very easy to get rid of, and completely reasonable.

He sighed, spreading his arms with freedom, embracing the lightness and independence that replaced the suffocating presence of the Wall of Flesh.

However, along the way, Guide stopped slightly with hesitation, and frowned, deciphering how he was going to try and communicate with the natives of that village. He did not even know if there would be humans there, what if those who lived there were hostile by default? Maybe it could even be a deserted village; a bait for lost people like him placed by monsters.

The Mimics did that kind of thing, who could say that other creatures of Terraria would not imitate them? And with those thoughts, the Guide was not so confident now with the prospect of approaching there, but that momentary indecision was dismissed with a resolute shake of his head, and to feel more secure, he drew his bow and an arrow, For caution.

'If I meet monsters, I will shoot once, if they are more than Zombies, like a Ghoul, I will pray to escape safely.'

With that, the Guide determined to walk little by little towards the village, and slowly noticed the torches that partially illuminated the roads placed between the houses, and that relaxed the man a little. Illumination, trace of civilization, now the question was to know what types of creatures resided in this village.

Feeling a bit daring, placed at the border of the village, the Guide called,

"Hello?"

There was no answer for a moment, until then, it was answered with the presence of two human adults, of humble appearance and tools to farm, and their faces, curious, widened slightly when they noticed the bow in the hands of the Guide, and he sizzled in embarrassment when he realized his mistake, and stored the weapon immediately, and although the villagers were now not very flexible to greet him, they stayed there and asked, "Yes?"

Resuming, Guide greeted with his arm, trying to recover some of the villagers' trust, "Good morning, excuse the sudden interruption, but I'm lost and I need directions,"

It was a very submissive way of describing what happened to him now, but it is a beginning. The villagers were not quite convinced of what he was saying, and they muttered to each other for a moment, Guide waited patiently, but he had a growing anxiety inside him as he watched them. Until then, the two villagers nodded to his address, and said, "Wait here, I will notify the Chief of this village about you,"

Although Guide did not like how that sounded, he just nodded silently and waited at the edge of the village, and little by little more of the residents noticed the newcomer, and the Guide, on the other hand, was examining the houses and tools of the villagers, he realized that the quality of everything he saw was ... antiquated.

Perhaps it was for years dealing with a hero who overflowed his chest with legendary weapons and souls of mythical beings, and defied the logic and powers of a world like Terraria, but the Guide noted the antiquated quality nonetheless, and ... their quality was even less than the Terrarian's copper tools at the beginning of the hero's journey, and being a perfectionist and a person who lived mainly around progress, the Guide frowned in discontent, and made a mental note to review the material and the way the tools were made, if he could.

He then noticed after a brief moment a group of people going to where he was, and prepared for whatever the future holded for him, and examined the people who were with one of the villagers who received him.

There was a middle-aged man with a half-grown beard, he was walking in front of all those who accompanied him and he gave notes and orders to the other villagers, and the Guide assumed that this man was the Chief. Then there was a woman with platinum blond hair, with features that once must have been stunningly beautiful, possibly his wife, and then there was a teenager, who had blond hair and had bang on the side of her head and a pony-tail braided by her shoulder, his daughter, maybe?

Dismissing those thoughts, Guide nodded to the man when he was at a considerable distance, where he stopped there, cautiously, and the Guide took no offense for it.

"Good morning," he greeted with an honest smile, and the Chief returned the gesture, but still was not trusting of him.

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The man in front of them was of a very normal appearance, friendly and plain at the same time, almost. But Enri Emmot had a cautious and alert attitude of any stranger who was not the usual doctor or herbalist, like his friend Nfirea, and was not naive enough to conclude that the man in the gray shirt and blue pants with the odd hairstyle had no ulterior reasons.

It could be a very paranoid way of thinking, and much more so when the man simply asked for directions, but she had heard from the villager who came to her house and came to the aid of her father that the man carried a bow before arriving at the village, and that predictably did not sit well in her stomach.

In fact, she should not even be there with her dad, but she had her own opinions on the matter, and if even if her father refused her to be there, she would look from afar to have her own verdicts on the newcomer.

But now, when the man greeted them and said good morning, Enri did not have a sign of danger or a feeling of distrust, or something suspicious about him, but, anyway, until the man proves that he genuinely does not present a threat for the village, they would allow him to enter.

"Good morning, sir," his father returned the greeting, though stiffly, and the stranger raised his hands and holded them in front of him, tensing the villagers, and her too, but the man then realized what he did , and he looked apologetic.

"Oh, excuse me, I know you have your suspicions about me, and I do not blame you, but I'll just have a few questions, right here even if you're not very ... willing to let me stay in your quarters," he nodded, and patiently waited the response of his father.

Who was ... a little obfuscated, so to speak.

Enri and the villagers were shocked by the man's eloquent way of speaking, and she had a slight suspicion that the man could be more than what the eye revealed, and was a little inclined to remove the possibility that the man was a simple bandit, but she would not do it, yet, until the man further revealed his intentions.

"Excuse me for the abrupt welcome, sir ...?" her father reassembled and inquired after the stranger's name, and Enri was curious about it too. And the man did not disappoint them, and he answered them,

"Jeff, just Jeff," the man revealed, but his limited information was not by a shady intention or worse, simply his name was like that, and Enri was slightly disturbed to think this way, and by not questioning the lack of the man's name.

And well, everything unfolded from there. It turns out that the man, Jeff, who little by little the villagers relaxed more by noticing his friendly behavior and complete honesty in his words, came from far away and had been lost, and all he asked, before continuing with his way back home, were directions and information of the region.

Enri still had her reservations about the man, but decided, that since he was not going to be in the village for more than an hour, she would give him the information about the Re-Estize Kingdom, as her father determined, and Jeff agreed that he would leave without further ado.

When he was invited to his house, Jeff was very respectful, he did not complain about the few luxuries that her home offered, and he seemed already used to the interior of the building, and Enri swore to hear him mutter "If everyone were here ..."

And she had new suspicions about the man, but she kept quiet while her mother offered her a cup of tea, and her father placing a map of the continent that was doubtless already expired, but it would serve very well to at least be guided.

Jeff immediately saw himself studying the map, sweeping his eyes in all traces, as if he were an aspiring cartographer, and everyone was silent, except for Nemu playing with Enri, while the man studied the piece of paper, until he sat back in his chair, satisfied, and apologized for the delay.

"Very well, then, if you allow me to start, these are my questions ..."

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Reddish eyes placed in hollow sockets, belonging to an Overlord that floated in the morning twilight sky, hiding his intimidating immaculate skull behind a mocking and condescending mask, with a twisted scepter, numerous serpents with orbs in their jaws of indescribable power ...

An Overlord, who was doing an activity as frivolous as standing still while waiting for reinforcements to arrive at a village in the middle of nowhere, and such an activity was to contemplate and marvel at a delight that provided the nature of this world.

A nature that was non-existent in his homeworld.

Ainz was observing the village, and all the territory adjacent to it, and he witnessed the slow appearance of slimes and small animals in the plain, and he contemplated the scene for a moment, allowing himself to bask in the peaceful atmosphere of the early morning, watching how life seemed to grow in activity in accordance with the Sun.

And he was so melancholic, appreciating and reflecting ironically, that such a beautiful spectacle would be omitted daily by the natives of this Earth until it was too late, and he inhaled, although he did not feel the sensation of the air in his lungs nor could he taste the aroma of the air, he looked at the grass and the earth, and sighed contentedly, finally separated from the tedium of Nazarick, using this exploration as an excuse to escape from its corridors.

It was not out of disgust, or a desire to separate from the NPCs, it was out of concern, anxiety that the inhabitants of Nazarick would realize his true nature, that their illusions of a magnanimous and infallible leader would be broken when they discovered who was he inside the bones and red orb. And worse than everything, for the concern of all the implications that this new position and new existence meant, something that he was slowly getting used to, but not yet.

God, when Momonga answered himself about his doubts in magic by being able to use various magical spells in the Amphitheater during his stay in Nazarick prior to departure, he was jovial with his new freedom, but he was also spiteful when he realized that with pros there are cons.

He will not be able to eat, drink, or feel strong emotions in the long term thanks to his race trait, and although he was pleased by the always unwavering stern expression of a skull to be unable to manifest his nervousness, knowing that he will never again be able to enjoy trivial activities like drinking alcohol or enjoying a feast was ... depressing, at least a little.

At last, his meditations ended with the presence of an oval made of whites and reds; a tear in time and space, the most powerful means of magic transport: [Gate], and from that oval appeared a metallic figure, a full black armor with horns coming out from the sides of their head, and a huge axe was being wielded by the stormy figure.

Momonga levitated back to the ground, and revised more thoroughly the appearance of the newcomer.

Of such armor, which covered all the confines and hid all the skin of its wearer, came a surprisingly feminine voice, one determined to please his Lord, and the conviction that this voice bore ensured that this woman, this warrior, would do everything possible to carry out the word of his superior.

"Milord," Albedo nodded reverently, and Momonga nodded back, pleased by the arrival of the reinforcements, which currently could not be seen by the normal eye, but for Momonga, the Eight Blade Assassins were respectfully bowed to the Ovelord, and waited enthusiastically his orders.

'Erk ...' Momonga, internally, was nervous, but on the outside, he was reflecting the figure and disposition of a relentless and cunning leader, and clearing his throat and getting ready in his head, he declared.

"Excellent timing, Albedo, the same thing I say to you Eight Blade Assassins, now, this I order," Momonga shook his head towards the village, and said, "Make a perimeter around the Village, notify me of any novelty and threat that comes here, Albedo, you will be with me for my defense, I trust that all of you will carry out these orders properly, "

Whew, that's it.

When they exclaimed tehir affirmation, Momonga turned around, and announced, "Then let's go,"

They then began to walk, while the Eight Blade's disappeared from view, and the Overlord thought that it would be a normal process and without many novelties, being the arrival and the stay of the village.

Well, except Albedo's zealous hostility of preventing the slimes from approaching Momonga, of course.

He could not be more wrong...

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On the other side of the continent, a figure, left adrift and near the coast of the Roble Holy Kingdom, floated face up and unconscious towards the land, where it finally got stuck between rocks and sand, inside the Kingdom.

Throughout the night, which was when this silhouette appeared, he was in a trance of visions, visions that tormented him, of past events that would be repeated again, but then, there was an emphasis on a single detail, which he did not miss at any time and it was emphasized.

Powerful monsters revealing themselves in the light of the Night, destroying what was Pure in the world, eating, rotting everything they found. Two enormous expansionist evils, one that ate the world and the other that made it barren.

Two bright eyes of a vivid scarlet looked back, behind that look, millions and millions of skeletons covered in sturdy armor marched behind those orbs into the chaos, an ancestral chaos manifested in an army of similar proportions.

A sect, which was familiar with him, and a devout leader who extended his hands upward, and his hands were engulfed in a powerful energy.

And then, a terrible war, that would take countless lives with it and leave the world scarred, and at the end of the road ...

Light.

Opening eyes of a deep brown suddenly, this figure, which was completely armored and armed to the teeth, rose with a speed that disappointed his seemingly heavy protection, but what could be thought of as an illusion, is actually the work of an innate force in this person.

A surprisingly organic armor, forged completely from the least expected material, covered this man: Beetle Husk.

The head, torso, and upper and lower extremities of this person were covered in a resistant shell, completely immune to the poison, capable of resisting the most sinister blows of the most notorious monsters of their native land without much damage other than running out of air. His helmet was the head of an insect, which could very well cause confusion among many people.

And immediately, this person drew out of nowhere a huge sword, of 1.90 meters approximately, its blade was greenish and it owned several tonalities of blue by the opposite edge, it had two holes in the same blade, but it was more by the design than for an external cause, its handle was of a hazel color and of exquisite work of craftsmanship, and the power that this sword released exaggeratedly was not to be taken lightly.

With full attention to all its surroundings, the armored person examined all the detail, from the sand in his boots to the gulls in the sky, and when he noticed the striking blue, and not a different hue of red, or purple or with sickening rainbows, the grip of the sword wavered and threatened with letting go of it completely in perplexity, and the person stared at the sky, and then, slowly, at the beach and greenish territory in front of him, with increased disbelief.

And then, this person, to prove to himself the falsity of a tormenting dream as a product of his yearning and broken imagination, began to open his inventory and recounted all his accessories and provisions. As the pile of weapons, potions and other materials grew on his feet, the person refused to believe in the surrounding landscape with grievous foolishness, and then he took off the armor that was on him, revealing a tanned skin, brown hair and a Gray shirt with blue sleeves, and stopped when he was going to remove the parts of his legs, when he noticed his reflection in the water.

His face no longer possessed the disfigurements caused by his risky adventures, his hands, previously burned for countless hours of smiting dreamly weapons, were now unharmed and without perpetually broken nails or lost nerves, which he used to extensively feel his non-scarred face.

His body was no longer corrupted by the skirmishes against the Corruption, Crimson, and Hell and all the other monsters that resided in the chaotic Island that was his old home.

And his Soul was no longer dyed by both evils, and he no longer felt the heaviness of a cosmic presence on his back.

Faced with such a shocking change, the Terrarian squeezed his hands with a strong inhale, and while he was delighted to feel his strength recovered, he suddenly turned back to the pile of his belongings, and trampled towards it with a renewed determination and purpose in his head, and reequipped himself with everything he had, Terra Blade in hand, and used his Beetle Wings to rise to the sky, and explore the new world he was in.

But then, when he was far away from the ground, and waited for the eventual weariness of his wings, he did not descend at any moment, and he stayed floating in the sky for a moment, and such a discovery almost made him lose control over both accessories, and he gasped with an indecipherable emotion when he knew the implication of this, and his helmet, completely inert and sealing his expression, looked towards the horizon, where the Sun was emerging.

And the Terrarian, innately, like an instinct geared forever, knew what to do.

And he crossed the heavens inland, in search of a new civilization ...

And he went to his mini map, and widened his eyes when a continent four times as vast as Terraria spread before him, but he immediately sharpened them in concern when he noticed very memorable icons scattered around the continent.

The head of a certain Angler of undesirable temperament was the closest to his position.

The Terrarian then proceeded to fly immediately along the entire coast of the Holy Kingdom to the location of the Angler, who was placed more within the peninsula than he.

Like a High Velocity Bullet, the Terrarian shot through the sky, and the sound of him breaking of the sound barrier echoed along the coast, announcing his arrival.

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And that's the first episode! Hope you like it. Now as to the time I'll be taking to make a new chapter will vary, so don't expect me to pump chapter after chapter every two days, it will make the next ones horrible if I don't think properly what I'm going to write.

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