Of the two men riding the [Earthshaker Lizard], one was thin and the other fat. The thin man had downturned, triangular eyes.
"An abandoned Barbarian Lands." Those words had come from him.
He wore an ornate blue-and-white robe, with the words "Fifth-Tier Mage of the Wasteland Mage Association" emblazoned on his chest.
The fat man wore lightweight armor. His eyes were gloomy, yet a false smile hung on his chubby face.
"Ah, don't put it so bluntly."
"Don't call it the Barbarian Lands here. You'll upset the barbarians."
The fat man spoke cheerfully, but his expression was no different from the thin man's.
"Hah! A bunch of trash. Who knows how they got lucky enough to find a complete method for spirit infusion?"
"It reminds me of that madman who came out of the Barbarian Lands a hundred years ago. He said our approach to spirit infusion was wrong? Hah! Barbarians will always be barbarians!"
"Oh? You mean that so-called ancestor of the Shak Kingdom? What a shortsighted fool..."
"By the way, what happened to him in the end?"
"No idea. He probably died?"
The thin man answered indifferently.
He and the fat man rode their tier five [Earthshaker Lizard] toward the destination identified in their intelligence.
Suddenly, a "dwarf," only about a meter tall but covered in muscle, ran out in front of them.
The two glanced at him, and the thin man spoke first with disdain. "These vermin that live underground actually dare to walk in the sunlight?"
The thin man took out a staff set with a gemstone almost as large as a baby's head and rapidly chanted a few incantations...
"Wind Execution!"
In an instant, tiny, blade-like wind blades flew out...
They blanketed the air, reaching the dwarf in the blink of an eye.
**Slash! Slash!