Demon Lord Wants to Laze

I celebrated my seventh day relative to the army of the Demon King.

I watched the war some distance from the city where the beasts were.

It is on both ends of the city that it is a battlefield.

Troops on the left are in charge of the Demon King toward and on the right are fighting a herd of Great Wolves.

Today, Operation Volume finally began to represent the effect.

The first day of the war was only pushed by the power of the Demon King, but as the days go by, he lacks glory in his movements.

Almost there. Almost there.

I desperately suppressed my impatience.

I can see the handkerchief I'm gripping is wet with sweat.

"General Arnault, the Demon King's sword is broken!

"Ayamatsu, you're looking for a replacement weapon. I don't have anything.

Not yet.

He's still alive.

You should not be alarmed until you have definitely stopped breathing.

Even the Demon King is not an enemy, such as the Register, if only this monster could manage.

The nest of beasts in front of you, protected by strange powers, is as much a way of attacking as it is without even the Demon King.

Let the magicians attack.

Surround and attack with food.

Allow Warcraft soldiers to attack simultaneously.

It's a virtually isolated, helpless base.

It should be easy to drop without even a threat.

"Oh, we're surrounded at last!

"You see you've done your best with that monster, too.

It makes me feel off and forward.

The horse made a mistake and proceeded to walk out.

Hurry and squeeze the reins.

Returning his gaze, the Demon King is so heavily surrounded that there is no gap between the crawling and the crawling of the ants.

The soldiers on the front line lowered their disastrous claws in unison.

Yay!

Finally, I put my hand on the life of the Demon King!

I try to issue a decree, but I see my neck flying and I stall.

Dozens of necks.

It doesn't belong to the Demon King.

It belongs to the Warcraft.

Why, where did you have such a margin?

"Shit, General! The Demon King is on the offense again!

"Such an idiot, he was dying!

"Dear Arnault, there is a strange light from the Demon King. I've never even seen anything like that.

It was a black, pitch-black light.

It was from the Demon King, not from his right hand.

What's on that right hand side... is that a knife?

Is it some kind of magic trick, and your hair is still so ugly for it.

It's as if some curse has manifested itself.

Its pitch-black light was moulded like a long spear, ravaging one Warcraft soldier after another.

The previous engagement blew up like a lie, like a leaf in a tree before the wind, and died.

Abominable demon king.

Do you stand in our way everywhere?

"Don't panic! Turn the right-wing soldier to the demon king! Great Wolf wins cavalry!

"Yes, sir!

I was suddenly attacked, but it's probably the last scratch.

He leaves little room.

Then you just have to fight until you've done all you can.

Chilean

Chilean

Is this the sound of a bell?

Where the hell are you from?!

Who, for what!

Overlooking the battlefield, I immediately noticed the anomaly.

It's the left wing of the Demon King.

An obviously out of place, miserable man stood.

Don't even worry about the killing in front of you.

The moment I saw the heterogeneous man, my body trembled with fear.

I don't even know why or what I'm scared of.

The only thing that's clear is that I want to get out of here right now.

It is not something to be forgiven, such as escaping from a dominant battlefield rather than a disadvantage.

More than 2,000 troops are still alive in the first place.

I don't see any losing elements anywhere.

Still, Arnault's instincts kept whispering "run away".