Black Haired King

"It's been a long time since I've been here."

I look at the exterior wall from the carriage and crush it by myself. When I went, I was in a hurry in the march and didn't stop by, so I've been coming here since the return of the pro-good battle. That's when you decided to marry Victoria. It's been three years since then. Time passes fast.

"This will be the territory of the House of the Duke of Septembalm, won't it? I'm looking forward to it."

Rona, who sits in front of me, was also excited about the territory she could see from the carriage. Speaking of which, you've never brought Rona in before. The Dukes and Ladies of Septembalm came to the wedding and when the child was born, so I know Rona met and knew, but it's been a really long time since I've visited from here.

For a while, looking at the outer walls, one soldier parallels the carriage we ride. I was opening the window, so I immediately asked him if anything had happened.

"Well, apparently, the carriage is being chased by the Warcraft."

"Warcraft? What kind?"

"As far as I can tell from here, that's an aug. That's about five."

"Auga. Five or so can do this number. All right, let the magic loose and let us know this one exists. We crusade."

"Ha!"

The soldier who listens to my instructions leaves the carriage and gives instructions to the other soldiers. The carriage stopped to go with it, and I could hear the magic unleashing.

Me and Rona both get out of the carriage and see the soldiers watching. The carriage that saw the magic earlier and saw us standing over here is coming in a different direction. There are five running as Auga was talking about behind it.

The carriage is ridden as one man with a cloth wrapped around his head. I guess I'm alone because there's no other sign. The brown-haired man, who wraps a cloth around his head and won't be the same age as me on the tank top, manipulates the carriage well and goes through the side where the soldiers line up.

When the soldiers make sure the carriage passes through, they unleash magic on the orgasms who were after them.

The orgasms cross their arms to receive the magic looming in front of them. Even the lowest guy is 2 1/2 meters tall. Big guy says just over 3 meters. Musculoskeletal over such a giant, the endurance of the orgasms wrapping their magic around their bodies is so hard that it cannot be compared to orcs or anything else.

When the magic stopped and the sand smoke subsided, five orgasms stood there. It's just that no matter how hard it is, I got the magic moro. There's no way there's no scratches.

There is blood coming from your arms and body, and some of them have one arm wiped out or your flank choosen. However, an orga larger than 3 metres in length only suffers scratches of scratches. That guy looks stronger than the other augs.

And the augs who move that aug back out in the lead. The soldiers start unleashing magic again. The orgasms fell with one or two, leaving the last giant orgasm behind.

The other one is also more scratched than earlier, but not as good as the fallen orgasms. On the contrary, there was a slight bubble of smoke coming from his body. If you look closely, the wound is healing.

"... Rona, did you ever self-regenerate an ogre?

"... No, I'm sure it's sturdy, but I've never heard of an orga that heals itself"

... right. Ha, why do you run into such an irregular here, dammit?... but I can't even complain. Auga and I are already close to a few dozen meters.

I'll pull out Schwartz and get out in front of the soldiers. On the boulder. This irregular august opponent will be heavy on the soldiers. Not to mention running horses for days. You must be tired. Compared to that, I've been in the carriage a long time. I'm an easy one.

However, the problem is that the entanglement is not complete yet. I don't think there's anything more to be hunted down than having to wear demonic costumes, but I don't think I can do it or because I can't. Then I feel different.

"... well, can you handle it"

I thought I had no choice but to activate the demon suit and head to the orga. Auga came at me with a roar.

He's got about two minutes of my head. He's shaking his fist down at will. I hit Schwartz against that fist. I just plunged a little into the Auga fist, a stopped Schwartz, but I keep swinging through it.

I'm at your disposal, but Schwartz doesn't bend to this extent. Keep swinging out. Bounce the Auga fist back. A shock comes to my arm but I let it escape to the ground through my body.

He gets hit on the side with his left arm playing his arm and into the pocket of a reclining orga and he has a demon fight fist. It's like beating a sand-packed hemp bag.

Auga came quickly swinging her opposite left fist sideways, frightened by the shock from her flank. Kneel down a little to avoid it and cut the flank on the left.

But the body of an orga that heals from the side of the cut freshly with smoke. This is a real hassle. We'll have to knock him out at once. I'll keep my distance from the orga.

Speaking of the only place that doesn't seem to play...... I knew you'd only have a face. Activate the tangle/true to return Schwartz to the sheath. Auga looms again with a roar.

"Flaming Flow... Deity..."

And the impending orga comes down with its fists just like it did earlier. I pull Schwartz along with it.

"Extinct Flame!!

The slash, pulled out at once, cleaved his impending fist from halfway through his fist to his shoulder and cut it diagonally from shoulder to top as it was. And then I pull off my shaken right arm and poke it all at once. Aim for the face of the Auga.

"Deathstroke!!!

The penetration of the unleashed divine speed gently pierced Auga's face, and Auga's face scattered. And the remaining giant falls to the ground. There will be no playback if we get this far.

I go back to the carriage shaking off the blood on Schwartz. Ask the soldiers to clean up Auga's body. But where did that ogre emerge from? How can you have self-regeneration? You've done a lot to find out. This must also be addressed to the Duke of Septembalm.

"Good luck, Lady Redius!

"Oh. So what about the carriage you were running away from?

"Yes. The carriage owner is keeping you waiting. Will I see you?

"Oh."

The escaping carriage had stopped a short distance from our carriage, and as we approached it as Rona guided us, the man standing beside the carriage came on his knees and bowed his head.

"Thank you very much for saving the Count this time! Oh, my name is Balm. He's a disciple of the Forge Dangen!

It was just Mr. Dangen's apprentice to bow his head as he said so.

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"Mmm, have I been defeated? However, it is good to confirm that my blood has added regenerative abilities and enhanced them.... Mmm, you're starving because you did the blood. Suppose we go out for dinner? Which young woman's blood shall I make?"