Because Janitor-san Is Not a Hero

The child warcraft stared desperately as he followed the figure of the parent warcraft, moving his face firmly to the left to the right.

Like eating in without jumping out.

The zodiac (or so) stared at him in the same way again.

Inside, however, he was stuck with unanswerable questions.

I didn't even know what was going on, but I didn't think about breaking into battles.

Even though I didn't know what was going on, I also mourned my helplessness.

I had a passion for the Warcraft, but I stared enthusiastically at myself to see if I could steal anything from people about how to fight the Warcraft.

Some of me shouted why I had to fight because I was in love with the Warcraft.

The succession of things that I don't know anything about from last night to today was a burden that the collectors themselves didn't realize, and I was applauding the confusion.

Like looking for answers, the collector lets his gaze wander.

The Parent Warcraft, known as Ilnik, leaps, thrusts, and shrugs away. With everything frozen.

A group of white armor, centered on the big man, shoots a bow, turns it down with an axe, and burns it down with flames.

There was a mythical painted battle going on.

The collector suspects it may be a painting matter.

He said it was like a dream.

- Meh!

The child warcraft rang like angry and slapped the possessor's arm with the tail of the parent warcraft. I didn't see the collector.

It's not that dreamy.

I just wanted it to be a dream, and this is...

Fuck you. Keep going.

From Japan, no. It's a continuation of the 'reality' that hasn't changed anything that has followed from the dump.

All you have to do is look at reality. That way you know what it is, you should.

The zodiac gazed at the real-life struggle again as he looked at the back of the child warcraft.

The sun revealed itself, and the cloudless blue sky widened.

Beneath it, the Parent Warcraft (Irnique) teases the six vertically and endlessly flaming lines with spears and arrows stabbed, blowing the surrounding shields with their tails.

The coat of snow that covered the giant was melting and its regeneration rate was dull.

Without waiting to rebuild the snow clothes, the Parent Warcraft (Ilnique) puts his strength into the hind legs, setting his aim on the prey with the red wand.

Betraying the shiny and uplifting muscles, my knee drops gagged.

"Now!

Throw it at the feet of the Parent Warcraft (Ilnique) so that those who barely remained around in the big voice of the big man would slap the chain-split copper that was sitting on his hips, leaving to roll without even looking at the results.

At the same time, at some point the surrounding magicians immediately abandoned the red wand as they went forward to replace it, taking the wand they were carrying, and stabbing the wand simultaneously on the ground to signal that the big man threw a spear directly above the Parent Warcraft (Irnique).

A white purple light exploded.

The bursting sound of ear crunching was like a thunderous scream.

Even a dong shock was transmitted to the collector in the mountains across the street.

No surrounding lightning sperm has been used in this battle. The thunder elf of this' field '.

Thunder Elf was in the scepter.

Failure to detect the movement of the surrounding lightning elite slowed the judgment of the Parent Warcraft (Ilnique) slightly, but the next decision was quick.

Now it's time to kick the ground with your legs, trying to break through one point of the enclosure as the white-purple thunderstorm continues to open.

It was chained to a limb.

Then go up, and the reflective behavior disappeared, but all the thunderlights that protruded.

Even when the light subsided, no one moved.

An avant-garde with a shield had already been erected in front of the magician, alerting him to the Parent Warcraft (Ilnik).

The Parent Warcraft (Irnique) stood in a position facing upwards, amidst water vapor and dull smoke.

And slowly I turned my neck opposite the mountain and looked away.

[GOOON Ew]

There was one roar, and it fell out into the sky.

A pleading, pitiful voice was never ambitious, but there was no pain or sorrow.

The warcraft, who did everything in their power, collapsed with dosari.

With only a few, the big man admits he was lucky.

Against the slightest gap I was lucky enough to find, a series of slight stoops finally took hold of the leg of the Parent Warcraft (Ilnik), which led me to pierce myself.

There would not have been a single clump of thunder elf brought in by the wand so as not to leave traces of thunder elf around. Before that, I stripped away the physical and magical barrier of snow clothing with the thought of stepping on thin ice, so I had to have trouble with it.

I was forced to leave the front completely. Standing are four avant-garde men, including the four surrounded men. It was at last that seven other men, besides the big man, stood exhausted.

I was sure one or two more would have been taken without that gap.

Still, the big man laughed.

Even the eight of us who managed to move before the sun fell on Jomtien got ready to prey.

Ilnik, dubbed "The Flying Snow Leopard" and "The White Phantom of the Allerduria Mountains", has become a prey so unprecedented in the past. It was presumed that three times as many individuals had ever been hunted, and their age was immeasurable.

The big man thought as he listened to the analyst's analysis up in the sky that maybe old had created a gap. But maybe if I were a little younger I wouldn't even have shown up.

As the big man contemplated the untold, Ilnik's body had become a block of ice.

"All right, let's fly."

There's about a whole house of big men naked in their upper bodies at some point. Take charge of that.

He threw it in a straight line toward the meadow beyond the foot of the mountain far ahead with rapidly swelling muscles.

Four of the magicians were launched into the mountains. It was remotely adjusted and accelerated.

Plans are waiting for a buddy at the landing site. Probably will work.

When the snowstorm breaks and the whole three days stand, a 'nightmare' arises. This is the way I thought I would forgive you for being in such a state. I had a lot of plans for the size of my prey, but no one must have thought I'd be doing this I made with half a joke.

It is only natural because it is the first possible absurdity with the presence of the still many ice sperm of the blizzard, four skilled magicians and a big man, a giant species with excellent fortification.

The big man was laughing like a prank kid with his upper body naked.