Amaku Yasashii Sekai de Ikiru ni wa

hours early from encountering the great spider that solves the humanities.

The time is, like, an hour from now until noon.

Delivering Raz safely to his parents, me and Jin, who once again set foot in the abyss forest, were at the back of the woods about a few kilometers from the habitual site of the knights, which had become a refuge for our neighbors.

Together is a group of Flaming Snake Mercenaries led by Pail.

The mercenaries are spread in the form of enclosed abyss forests, with a flaming serpent mercenary regiment on the right with the king's capital on its back, and Majesta mercenaries headed by Lord Argo on the left.

Sometimes it was close to the Knights' refuge, and me and Jin joined Lord Pail, who was hunting the Warcraft on the right.

That's temporary, too, though. Me and Jin treat each other like a parade, so the mercenaries are contacting me every time there is an extra warcraft in their hands. One of these days, you'll be leaving here.

One, another, and slaughter the warcraft gushing out of the back of the woods.

Deep to the shallow waters and not enough to the middle belly, this area is inherently rich in herbs and nuts, and the living warcraft also account for the majority of species classified as lower such as warrabbits in hornmonga aimed at slime and abundant plants.

Therefore, it is usually said to be for beginners, and is a popular area for students as a campsite each year, even in the Epis School accommodation.

But there was a completely different sight in front of me.

- Grrrrrrrr!

If you slash and kill Hattie in front of you and look around, you'll see the Warcraft who belong to the middle that you're not supposed to see around here, such as Salamander to a group of Hattie and Goblins and Hazel Sprinters fighting their sharp, pointed noses for weapons.

They were solidifying a few and building herds or moving individually in different ways from race to race, but they were all moving towards the King's Capital of Majesta.

The herbs, which were lush blue, are trampled by Hattie and Goblins who run through in groups, and the trees defeated by Hazel Sprinter's rampage are burned by Salamander's spitting flames.

... If ordinary people get mixed up here, they won't survive.

I feel that way about the sight that is impossible when it comes to novice areas.

I freeze a side around every salamander crawling on the ground, stroking my chest down saying I was really glad my neighbors were evacuated. I can't wait to get caught in a forest fire.

As my magic unleashed covered the ground and the trees, the frost fell and the white world spread.

"Samu."

"It must be better than becoming a sea of fire - clean it up first from the salamander!

"" "Yes! Mrs!" "

After such conversations, Lord Pail and the Flaming Snake Mercenaries, who were near me, stab one stop after another at the salamander who was sewn to the ground.

All around us are medium warcraft, but relative to them are hand-worked men like me, Jin, and the Flaming Snake Mercenary Corps led by Lord Pail. They were all hunting the warcraft lightly, without being upset.

"Thunderbird of the turn above!

"Leave it to me!

I thought someone had responded to the scream and an arrow caught in flames flies, and instantly two Thunderbirds fall from heaven.

All three arrows unleashed into the sky. One seemed off, but the other two were each pierced in the throat and heart.

The skill to accurately shoot through the steeple with less effort belongs to the boulder, attracting at the same time as the impression. Then I could see a group of people with young people who would be newcomers handily retrieving Thunderbird's body.

I know very well that that series of flows is vivid and I am used to it.

If you observe closely, apparently the mercenaries are acting in pairs or groups, and they also decide to share support and group by group, such as those who tell you the enemy's location, crusade, and treatment for the recovery of the body. From the Warcraft Crusade to the collection of materials, the movement has been streamlined, and feels like a unique way of fighting mercenaries.

I guess this situation where the Warcraft springs from next to next for them feels like when they make money. On top of that, all the species that no warcraft can meet without diving a little deeper. They all have a delightful look when it comes to good money, and they are headed towards the Warcraft.

It doesn't seem like a problem, more importantly.

Speaking of gin on the other hand, this one is happily slaughtering the Warcraft again.

I don't know the exact number because I have burned and killed them with flaming spears, but it feels like the mercenaries who are fighting in a party to see the pace are no less.

It also seems to applaud the crusade speed that you don't need to worry about the condition of the corpse for not recovering the material.

There will be one opponent, but it will be a group, but Jin will kill instantly with a flaming spear. The high suitability of fire magic is convenient and enviable when these things happen.

As far as cleaning up the crisp warcraft, there seems to be no such problem.

But when I looked closely, I felt Gin's eyes shining on the medium warcraft that I wouldn't normally deal with.

In this operation, as soon as the knights and magicians are ready, the boundaries and blockades are laid on the boundaries of the abyss forest facing the king's capital. After that, we plan to enter the annihilation of the Warcraft.

The shallow water, which also serves as a source of income for neighbors, is held by knights and us to avoid damage to the forest as much as possible. Meanwhile, extensive magic is to be used in the depths where few people enter.

It was said that it would be after noon to begin work on the blockade of the forest, but it would be dangerous to step too deeply into the battle against the Warcraft.

Jin would be aware of that too......

I'll stick a nail in Jin, who's out a little bit ahead of me and the mercenaries and is dealing with the Beasts, just in case.

"Jin, don't go after him in depth."

"- I understand!

With a little anxiety in my energetic voice, which I feel normal to exalt, I also re-grip Espada to clean up the warcraft that has gathered around me.

Grrrrrr!

Gah, gah, gah!

Hattie, goblins, etc. that strike in groups are swept away by wind and ice magic, slashing salamanders and hazel sprinters with espadas.

Leaving the frozen corpse alone, he even slashes the warcraft coming from the back of the woods unstoppably. Some mercenaries were securely retrieving the bodies of frozen warcraft, but I don't blame them because the crusade is what I don't need.

It will be a while before the blockade of the forest begins, and the crusade of the Warcraft will continue afterwards. They'll still have to fight, so they'll need about that eye spill.

In order to maintain morale, high selling warcraft will be beautifully tailored to benefit the mercenaries. Of course, a lot of worthless goblins and the like are magically swept away. It's a hassle.

That's how you strike enemies, often.

Looks like new warcraft are coming from the left.

"I'll clean this one up, you guys go around to cover the other side!

"" Yes!

After cleaning up my surroundings, I was invited by the voices I heard and turned to my left. He seemed to be struggling with a bunch of newbies, so he moved over there and waved Esperda again.

Once you have defeated the enemies that come towards you, move them elsewhere and even reduce the number of Warcraft. I keep repeating that, and I don't know how long it's been.

But at that time, I noticed a change in the Warcraft.

Soon, a group of Hattie and Goblins stopped showing up.

And instead, a bunch of Weapon Monkeys fighting with their weapons strike wooden swords and spears with one hand.

By the time we realized the enemy was replacing it with a stronger species, more than five metres of salamander had appeared, tyrant bears that were ferocious and caused several deaths a year to erupt.

"Duke boy! He's gone that way!

Hearing the mercenary scream, pull out Oreo with your left hand and stand with Esperda.

Tyrant Bear, who was about to raise the earthen smoke, was fast and quickly approaching my eyes. And Tyrant Bear waves down a big hand with sharp nails when he rises up with a speed that doesn't resemble that giant.

- Gah!

Receive brave ringing and attacking Tyrant Bear arms with an espada reinforced with ice. As soon as he did, a heavy impact ran to his right hand but withstood with force on his leg.

Tyrant Bear squeaks his throat in dissatisfaction at me for accepting his arm. For no reason to miss that moment when the movement stopped, I shook Oreo to slash the head off the Warcraft.

Tyrant Bear was trying to pull himself back on the blade approaching himself, but the arm he shook down on Espada wouldn't peel off, losing his escape and losing his life.

At the same time as breaking the ice that had been wrapped around Espada, the giant that had lost its support collapsed.

"Can I have this, too?

"Go ahead."

If you give Tyrant Bear's body to a mercenary who stops by in a hurry, voices like "Boulder, Duke" and "I'm Fat" will rise from around you.

A short distance away, Jin apparently tailored a giant salamander, which was cheering.

It seems that the mercenaries have destroyed a horde of troublesome Weapon Monkeys that use weapons and alliances within their allies, only sparsely scattered.

It's a sight that feels like a paragraph, but my heart doesn't clear.

... There are waves in the emergence of the Warcraft.

The group now consisted of a herd of Weapon Monkeys and Tyrant Bears from the first wave, where Hattie and Goblin were at the centre. In retrospect, there were two waves.

The first wave had Hazel Sprinter, an ambush Thunderbird who excelled in a single breakthrough on infantry replacement Hattie and Goblin.

The second time, the more advanced moving Weapon Monkeys played the role of infantry, where there was a giant salamander capable of widespread attack and a Tyrant Bear with a high pure attack power.

- I don't think I'm overly optimistic that it happened.

Think of it as having a good overall balance along with the first and second runs and knowing something called mass warfare.

Being a warcraft, but therefore individually unconscious such as mass warfare, it didn't even make it effective, but would it have caused considerable damage if Thunderbird ambushes or surprises had been struck with the firepower of salamanders and tyrant bears while Hattie and the Weapon Monkeys had stopped?

I have a leader.

Not only does it just lead the herd, but someone who can set up an operation based on the characteristics of the species.

The two earlier populations lacked individual intelligence. But compared to the first and second, the intelligence of the whole herd is rising.

Perhaps the ruler over there doesn't even know how far he can go, although he has some understanding of the characteristics of each species.

So it's likely that he created a group of people in that kind of shape and was watching things.

So far, the Warcraft are in a 'herd' state without playing their respective roles, but the next group may have a stronger, and possibly more 'squad' body capable of working together across species.

When I consider it just a warcraft crusade as it is, I look at the painful eyes. Such a hunch gave me a tingle.

The crusade is going on without much damage thanks to all the hand work, but it will be dangerous as it is.

- Then I'm worried about the way me and Jin travel.

Me and Jin were with the Flaming Snake Mercenaries when we were ambushed by Thunderbird in the first row. Even so, if you are aware, you are surrounded by Majesta mercenaries led by Lord Argo.

Me and Jin were taking the lead on the opponents of the more powerful individuals. Because that was the arrangement.

But suppose the Warcraft rulers were aware of the decision.

Suppose you were moving me and Jin by deliberately putting strength and weakness on the warcraft formation.

Are you inviting me and Jin, or did you want to make it thin over there to attack from Lord Pail's...

Either way, it's not a welcome situation.

But which is more troubling when it comes to the latter. Even if strong individuals show up over there now, we can't make it from here.

Then the magicians and knights behind them will fight, hindering the closure of the forest. As a result, it would suck if we were to take away a herd of warcraft and send them to the king's capital.

You better respond as soon as you can, because I've decided to contact Lord Joyeh, and I'll take out the magic props. At the same time, he speaks to Lord Argo, who had given instructions to recover the material.

"Lord Argo! Will you contact Lord Pail as soon as possible?"

With my words, nervousness ran around.