"... hmm?
The old butler of the previous brave man, who was on high alert outside so that he could cope whenever the situation changed - Remiro moves his expression, Pic.
A carriage.
There is still quite a distance, but a carriage of horses runs through the woods of the elves.
For a moment I thought it was an enemy... but when I checked with the 'crystal of far-sightedness' that was provided for the high ground, apparently the man driving the carriage was a human (...).
As far as I can tell, apparently, we are being pursued by the very survivors of the mutant undead released by the demons into the forest, and we can see them desperately fleeing.
Mutant undead is a lot of individuals with slow legs... does that mean they also have leg strength?
- Are you a pedestrian in a nearby city?
The woods inside this elf are extensive, but within less than a day's reach with horses, there is one big human city.
This meeting was also achieved with the cooperation of the Lords of that city, as we have been trading for a long time and still have a moderate friendship.
The entire city is also highly merchant and has a large number of merchants, as it is at the top of the merchant's temperament not to miss the rice tare….
- In the meantime... shall I help?
That's what he thinks, and he sends his gaze up into the sky with Chira.
The problem is... that undead dragon.
To be nailed inside, you don't seem to have noticed over there yet, but as it is, it will be only a matter of time before they are attacked not only by the mutant undead, but also by that corpse dragon.
It has already been confirmed that if the elves step out of the bond they stretched inside, they will attack us.
If you do that without taking care of anything, it will be a battle for sure, and it will be hard to bring that carriage inside.
The undead dragon needs to be fished out in other directions.
"... I don't really want to see her in danger... do I have to ask for help"
Having quickly determined the situation, Remiro jumped at once as he put his hand on the high fence.
"- Really, I ask you not to force it. If you think it's dangerous, don't worry about it, okay?
"I'll take care of it, Mr. Remiro. Because I will buy you good time and I will! - Please?
"Grrrrrrrr!"
A brave girl, who happily took on a gig when she heard of people's help, leaves running a wolf-shaped demon called 'Diawolf' in the opposite direction of the carriage being attacked.
That demon she is currently riding is an individual that the Elf Queen herself keeps as a warcraft.
I think he was vigilant, high in pride, and not the kind to put others on his back with his master's orders... very submissive to that girl.
The queen of the elves herself, "If I could ride that guy, I'd lend it to you..." etc., I guess I didn't really think I could ride it.
It was still in my brain that I opened my mouth gently in a way that surprised me.
Even as he jumped on his back and was gently checking on how he was doing, he was getting on with something he was used to.
Somewhere before, did you even remember how to ride a wolf-shaped demon?
"... Young people are things that grow up in an instant in the blink of an eye."
Feel your own old age and overflow one bitter laugh.
- However, if that demon, is there a shortage even for the undead dragon opponent?
You can no longer see yourself, and a little bit out of the junction, or the undead dragon above suddenly stops moving in an abiotic motion, flying in a straight line towards the direction in which the brave girl left.
That girl would do a good job... but we need to clear this one up soon.
Remiro drives the horse to the carriage being attacked.
Because they were running towards the inside too, and then I saw them in front of Remiro, a few minutes later.
These are two adventurers on horseback, a merchant-style man who runs a wagon in a hurry, and a man who is solidifying the side of the wagon and launching an attack on the approaching mutant undead to the extent of restraint.
"Keep going!!
Leaving no doubt that, Remiro kicks his horse's back and leaps into the air, jumping to the mutant undead.
This undead has a high ability to regenerate, and the sword is incompatible - that's not why you can't fight it.
The point is, you just have to cut it to the point where the playback won't chase you.
Selecting the ultimate brain muscle tactic, Remiro flashes a sword that has been pulled out at such an incredible speed that you can no longer see the movement of your arms.
At the same time, both legs of the mutant undead, who was running roughly trampling and roughing the ground, were severed round, making sure to blow up as they scraped Gaga and the ground and fall.
Without missing that gap, Remiro then slashes off both arms, slashes off his neck and chops his torso into dozens of parts.
The regeneration of the mutant undead begins, and the flesh pieces begin to flaunt Uneune as if each were alive - but if it had carved this far, it would no longer have been his enemy.
One, in two.
Two, in four.
Four, eight.
Once (once) the old butler wields his sword, the flesh pieces will be mass-produced, mindful, and his divine speed sword will continue to be wielded without stopping.
- Eventually, the mutant undead, transformed into a number of flesh pieces that would reach a hundred in less than a minute, was completely immobile.
"Oh... oh, thank you, old man! Ha, that helped............!!
Looks like he stopped the carriage, and the merchant of your man approaches Remiro, bowing his head over and over again from the relief that saved his life.
Probably his escort. The two adventurers also come close again and thank each other.
"Thank you, old man. Sadly, our attack didn't work at all..."
"I was in danger, I was about to die... I thank you for saving my life"
"No, never mind. Seems safe. Above all. - You're here at a bad time. Inside the elves, in a deal?
"Yeah, I was going to, but that creepy undead attacked me along the way...... oh, I'm not a suspicious person. I also have a proper permit. The two behind you are adventurers I employ exclusively."
A pedestrian who smiles like a good person and shows something like a sealed envelope from his nostalgia.
"Oh, I see..."
"Hey, you, could you possibly be some famous knight? I don't care what your name is."
- Remiro waved his sword, slashing and carving that adventurer in the middle of the word (...).
The bloodthirsty adventurer dies in an instant.
"Huh!? What!?
"Ki, you!?
A pedestrian and another adventurer who can be wolfed by sudden assault.
"You guys are intermediates (...), aren't you? Was there a human collaborator on the other side as well? Let us know which country you are from and what kind of internal work you intend to do."
"Become, we are..."
"You dug a grave. It is true that that permit can only be held by pedestrians who have been allowed to trade with the inside of the elf, but it should now be notified that the elf forest is off-limits (...). There can be no difference in where you go to contact them. Did you steal it from somewhere, or did you kill someone and take it? I guess I meant to be certain... but if I were still a wild merchant, I wouldn't even have killed him."
"Stupid, you think such a heinous act is forgivable for such uncertain reasons!?
"Hmm. Then let me tell you another thing. That permit, when the registrant sheds his magic, glows pale. Therefore, the official pedestrian shows the envelope while at the same time letting it shine once. To show that I am not a mogul myself. - You didn't do it."
…………
As soon as I heard Remiro's words, the two men, who were furiously exalted, turned off their faces and each pulled out their weapons.
The surrounding atmosphere turns into a leopard in an instant, something as cold as ice.
I guess you've realized it's no use acting anymore.
"At all, didn't you guys put Mr. Nell at risk for nothing? If her husband gets mad at me later, it's all your fault, so heh!!"
Remiro was slaughtered by the men.