Black Iron Magician ~ Training Story of the Untalented Disciple ~

"Heh... heh!

Hal loftily raises the declaration of victory, while falling into the ground with a bat. That's right. He loves Hal, he accomplished the Giant Killing. The biggest madness to win big against a target who, if normal, won't upside down but will not flip. Besides, that opponent is now this.

"... gob"

Yes, by Hull's Vile, that red goblin is on zombies- gob!?

"Hey, Hal. What have you done to this Gob, you..."

"Ah, master!

Hal, who got up with a bah, feels like he's feeling better already. Excitement doesn't stop cooling, and his nose is rough. Funsuka Funsuke?

"How did it go? Plenty of fighting just now!

"No, yeah... full score. I can't complain."

There's nothing I can advise you about fighting this time. That's how brilliant it was. I was going to help him the moment he was really in danger, but I didn't need that at all.

Especially surprising was the fact that he used the magic of heart-hash to sway the spirit of his opponent when he exchanged wands and kicks. It's easy to activate when you touch it with your hands, but it's hard when it comes to your feet. It's not even a part of my body when it comes to canes. If you don't have the technique to control magic more smoothly, you can call it a very unlikely technique. For a moment releasing a kick or wand, chant the magic without misseeing its timing. The only way I can do that is to count among the Knights.

I also have a good understanding of how to use the Black Demon Stone wand. He had used the properties of materials that would not accept magic other than those who had first passed through magic to break the magic of his enemies with his wand as a shield. Normally, you can't do that, even if you know it. That guts in the earthen field before an attack that could kill you if you hit it directly. My apprentice, seriously, he's got hair in his heart. It's a level mental.

"Huh, you must be. You must be! This battle, I was able to meet with you personally!

"That's good... So, what about this Mr. Gob?

"... gob"

"I'm gobbling like a bruiser."

"It's not bruising! I'm faithfully reproducing you, Gob Man! I instructed you to do so when using Vile."

"Gob, man, you?... for what?

"Huh? Isn't that cute? This manhood that looks good but the dialogue is only gobbly. This is the strongest!

………

With no comment. Well, I guess this goblin intelligence was originally high. Even zombiing seems to understand Hal's orders. Even though his abilities are diminishing, it doesn't change him to high. You can also expect it as a force of war.

"Master, Gob man, can I raise you at home?

"You shouldn't. Put it back where you picked it up."

"I'll grow it right! Look, if I let you help me with chores, you can take some time to work out, and it'll heal the family! I'll pay for the bait!

Aren't you the only one who won't be healed by goblins... or what? Gob, man, are you in a pet position?

"... Hal, I see your temper. Because it's about you, you'll never get tired of it along the way. But... you're gonna rot?

"- Eh!"

Ha, ha. Hal with a face that notices serious facts. Though this gob man you have less physical damage, Vile is the lowest zombification magic. After days without fighting, the flesh shreds and falls. It looks bad, and most importantly, it stinks. It's a soulless zombie, so healing magic is counterproductive, and the only way to fix it is to use special magic.

"Oh, no... I can't believe that me and Gob Man met for a while..."

"For a while."

Rarely has Hal been beaten. Um, even if I get depressed about this, I'm in trouble as a teacher... uh, hmm...

"... Hal, Gob man, if you get into your help, you're going to increase the efficiency of your training, right?

"Well, let's see. He seems to understand the simple instructions in Vile, and I think cleaning and laundry will be extraordinarily quick"

"Then I'll take care of it so it doesn't rot until Hal learns his special magic. I'll make it look better with service. Good luck with your daily workouts so you can keep them for yourself. Okay?"

"... and, Master Yikes!

"Don't hug, don't hug"

If you think this is a reward for your hard work, it would be a reasonable place. I'm allergic to the outfit staying this way, and if you wear it like a housekeeper, it looks somewhat cute, maybe? Haru has never lied before. Let's hope this guy's words make his training better.

"Oh, yeah! The fight wasn't over yet. Master, I'm going to help you too, Chinatsu."

"You don't have to do that. I told you, the other enemies will take it all."

"Yay, that's true..."

As Hal looked around, the surrounding goblins were panicking. Gob, the head man, was defeated and made a zombie even more. It's more impossible not to get confused. Reactions vary with those who flee, and still try to fight, but the consequences of being slashed down by Chinatsu remain unchanged. Because he is also a disciple asked by my beloved Nel, we need to have a solid experience with Chinatsu.

"I knew you were fast, Chinatsu. Gob, is that you?

"Maybe. For that matter, I'm poor in attack and defense, so I'm trying to improve my swordsmanship skills here. HP, muscle strength, and then agility."

"Thanks to a mock fight with Chinatsu, Gob Man, I could have gone somewhere about that speed of yours, and I have to thank you later. Still, are you going to be fast...... looking forward to it!

I would have grown up in this fight, I look forward to seeing your status. But do you want to do that after a little wild use?

"If you cover up the war so far, you won't have to have me with you anymore. Hal, I'm going to take my seat off for a little while, so I need you to turn to Chinatsu's follow-ups so we don't let the enemy get away."

"Copy that. By the way, where's the master going?

"What, I'm just gonna go and punish the bad boy peeping"

Southern battlefield, against an army of oaks. There was a strange sight spread out there. There is nothing particularly unusual about the blue meadows, the peaceful landscape that brings peace to the mind. But on top of that, there were scattered round burnt corpses. The number of burnt corpses is preferably over 1,000, even blackened, carburized and collapsed.

Most of the bodies belonged to orcs. Oak, Oak Captain, Oak General, Oak King - some of them were even more upward evolutionary forms, and the appearance of Oak Road. But the levels vary, and all the likelihood is the same. There was only one more survivor in a well-armed army, just like the Goblins, whose lives were about to be crushed again.

"Well, you're done. Do you have any will? Yeah, orc... what could it have been?

Nell Lemule, the culprit of this tragedy, asks. In front of her is the head, Oak Satan, who was leading the oak. The limbs are already burnt and can no longer stand. The only thing I can do is distort that ugly face.

"Huha, huahahahahahahaha! Remember, my lord. You've got your hands on us..."

Oak Satan's body, which tried to throw up a throwaway dialogue, is swallowed by flames in an instant and burns out.

"- Oh, I knew I didn't have to tell you. I found someone who seemed more familiar with the situation than that."