Dungeon+Harem+Master

The Step Elf soldier was ordered by his superior officer to almost finish off one spy.

The spy is still a young woman elf. When he was caught, he was severely tortured, all the nails on his arms were peeled off, and he was furiously awake in pain.

It is his life to take him to the woods behind the barracks and treat him confidentially. Pull your hips and let them walk. The soldier narrowed his eyes to the smelling limb as he pushed the woman's body down on decaying leaves.

"Nevertheless."

Would it have just passed twenty, the neat prominence of the nose was distressing and had an awesome colour that would make me want to keep up.

Did you give top priority to ease of movement, wearing the right breastplate and mini for your body?

The body was sluggish and slender, but the butt meat was unexpectedly dull, and the long stretched white legs aroused the man's beast appetite.

"I don't want to, I really do, but the oilers don't want to kill you. Don't feel bad. Hey, buddy."

"Ah, oh. Even so, such a beautiful woman, I really have to kill her. Hey."

"You guys, could you help me, hey"

The female elf sent a snug gaze to the two soldiers. It is a battlefield of women's sunshine. The men's male roots were reflexively stiff just when they heard a smooth voice.

However, if you put your superior's life at risk, immediate death awaits you. As the men groaned their tongues, they held their congested gaze on the woman's lower limbs like the dog they had taken care of, forcing her to drink up the gushing saliva.

"What, what! It's like mountains!! If I find out, they'll kill me, my superiors will kill me!! Hey, buddy."

The female elf moaned her sadly thin lips as she lay down her long lashes.

"Yes, I'm so sorry. If you'd let me get away with it, I could be one of you slaves."

"Duh, slave!?

"That's right. Heh heh, look at that."

As the female elf rolled over to the depression, she stretched out her long fingers and lifted her own butt meat, sticking it out in front of the men to show it.

"Yes, slave. As your slave, I will serve you for the rest of your life. Of course, I'm a slave, so I don't talk about what you do like a normal wife. Look. You can use my place, whenever you want, as much as you want? Hey, imagine it. I still went by pretty well in the village. I serve my husband so obediently that I can't beat a sexual slave around here. Hey. Don't you think I want this? Look."

The female elf held her butt meat and shook out left and right to invite her. One of the men leaves his eyes empty with a spear, as if he had lost his reason.

"But I'm one, so your husband, he's just one of them, right? It's okay to serve alternately, but if you're a man, don't you want to keep this to yourself?

A protruding round ass is shaking in the wind.

The man's eyes had stopped the movement altogether as possessed by its flesh.

The flesh of a woman is filled with strange magic.

Born as a man. It was an irresistible and pathetic nature.

"Hey, you don't have to get weird. This is a trap for this woman."

"So, but. Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, who But if, right now, I can help him. Ko, this peachy ass, oh, for the oila......!!

"Stop, stop. Huh!?

The man quickly rolled out his spear tip with his blood-running eyes.

No way, the man who was still standing on the bar defenseless, not thinking his coworkers would kill him, threw up blood reflexes and died watching the spears eaten on his side.

"I did it, I did it. So, but now, you're Oyla's Mon! It's Oyla's mon!!

"Ahem."

The man no longer tried to hide his beast appetite, burying the yet jumping face of a female elf's butt meat-hungry kedathing.

Almost, at the same time, the blunt sound sounded gushing.

A young woman sneaking behind her back slapped about a stone in the head of a baby.

The man gets his back of his head cracked open, his brains scattered, and he sticks up to his cheats and forehead. The female elf looked up for the first time in relief from the crisis and saw the Savior.

"Princess!!

"Now, run, Loulou!! Run and deliver your father's secret book to the castle!!

There was a figure of Karen holding a bloody stone and exhaling roughly.

Get in the enemy line and spreading false news to confuse the battalion and buy time.

After escaping the castle and returning to the captive king, Loulou immediately went to work.

Loulou's first given mission was only to confuse the enemy's army from within by fabricated information.

but the role given by the death of one ally fluctuated. She had to deliver the writ entrusted to Cliad Cann to her king brother, Elbredo Locorocco, and to Victoria de Barthelmy, the general commander of the castle. Maybe I was out of luck at the time I was able to give Elbredo a letter. Loulou was to be captured by battleseek captain Titalus and exposed to severe torture, a phrase that deprived him of his book.

(And how about now? Instead of helping the princess, she seems to be helped the other way around...)

Karen's life was equally held by BattleSeek.

I was dubious as to whether I could cut through the siege net by myself instead of taking her out, without even being able to hold the wounded sword.

The world is engulfed in deep darkness.

The deeper part was the sardine, or in the woods it seemed like we could buy some time.

According to Karen's words, BattleSeek's main force began moving forward to consider Elbredo, who manifested his rebellion.

"Still, that pig. You did it."

Loulou was tortured to the point where he was stripped of both fingernails and even reluctantly moved his fingertips. Captain Titalus, a hundred men captain, was Thad himself, more engaged in acts with a focus on suffering than drawing information from Loulou.

Peeled, the nail area was filled with spices with severe pain, whipped all over the body, and Loulou had reached the limit with both his strength and strength.

I barely keep my sleeper away by pain, but the bones in my body snap apart, like they fell apart, every time I walk. With invisible subtlety before anger, my soul was about to break. I felt the flames that lit up my surroundings narrowing the wheel. By the time I had gone through the woods and reached the open marshlands, I had finally realized that I had been driven to a desertion with no escape.

"Ho ho, I finally pushed you, kitten"

Captain Titalus slowly approaches as he rocks his obese body.

Loulou pounded his tongue, pulling out the thin needle he had hidden in his hair and staring at the looming man.

"Mm-hmm. Nice, those eyes. With a little more time, I could have given you plenty of pain in the world, but it is time for me to follow the king. At least I'll kill you with my bare hands."

As Titalus moved his long ears into small pieces, he let his eyes, which were crushed with fat, shine with starched light.

"... the pig"

"Yeah, that pig is going to kill you while you're being ravaged. Hold that woman down, you guys, and strip her. With this scarecrow, let's start by hurting your whole body without gaps."

Titalus loved the irregularities with his lukewarm eyes as he took out the vicious scarecrow with his gizzard teeth. The color of despair darkened in Loulou's eyes. My gaze swims, as I seek salvation.

And it's impossible, but at the edge of my sight, I felt the darkness hanging over me.

I ripped my night chi and a water noise gushed from the swamp at the rear.

Titalus' expression.

I showed some fright at that incredible.

Darkness shakes. Ahead of the loose, a black and disastrous phoenix spread huge wings.

"And so heroes appear late"

As the collector crawled up like an immortal bird from the swamp, he flipped his wet black coat and stepped down to the ground again. BattleSeek's wind-like slaughter was, indeed, deeply damaging to his body.

Oddly enough, however, the body remembered it and acted to circumvent it by moving slightly in critical parts.

The wound healed much faster than when I first received it. This means that the Buddhist flesh already remembered the intensity of the BattleSeek attack.

The repair work has doubled due to the turning of the flesh into a counterattack. The fatigue of the flesh should have already broken the water line of strength, but still beneath it, the bottom was hidden.

"Oh, my God, strange guest just showed up."

Titalus vomits his words as if he were a whisperer.

"Cland, you......!!

Loulou nodded his nose tip to his chest and wept as he walked over from behind and hugged him.

"Loulou, I'll take care of this place. You can go. And I ate a bit of roadgrass, but I'll make sure I keep my promise."

"Stupid, you're a real idiot. Until you get this body, you're alone."

"What, don't worry. If you're sympathetic enough, you can count on getting out of here."

"... but then you!?

"So I'm not going to die. At all, women weren't much more realistic creatures than men."

Loulou's eyes were filled with intense admiration for the treasurer.

The Elves have far more feelings of liking and evil than human beings.

And once the flame is on fire, it won't go out until it burns out.

"You didn't have the right to do that. On the way, you could have escaped. And yet. What a precious man you are..."

"A kiss will help."

Loulou was impressed, and when he bumped into the collector, he sucked on his lips.

I turn my arms around my head, and I'm tightening my cucumber.

Gently, when I slapped her shoulder, a woman with a pop of cheek, like a hot water, stared straight at her with dreamy, decent eyes.

"With Mouse-to-Mouse, you're going to get a lot of interest. Here, take this."

As the collector pulled through the holy sword "Black Lion," he handed over a black iron sheath shining in pitch black.

"This is..."

"Definitely get to the castle alive and give it to my family"

"Uh-huh. So, did you finish your last chat?"

Titalus gently rocked the fat in his chest as he spoke a cloudy voice.

"Oh. You're surprisingly gentle to wait until it's over. Now, if you'd just shut up and overlook us, you'd like it better."

"That's a consultation you can't do. Ha, and why didn't you block the chatter, because I thought you lovers could use your breakup as an accent to the show off bedtime fuck you're going to do. Hey. I will capture Fuhihi, the woman, Loulou, and I will humiliate you to the cost of your destination, in front of you, mausoleum. Hehe, from behind, I'll force you to eat up a hole called a hole orbitlessly hehe!!

"Well, it sounds like fun to play on your own, but when people do it, I don't know if it does."

"... are you insane? There are hundreds of soldiers here. I thought I could get away with it."

"It's not easy to escape. He said he'd deal with you properly. There's no one left."

"Ho, do you agree to give that woman away? You can at least keep him alive as my slave."

Loulou.

"Am I?"

"He said he wasn't so handicapped as to open his crotch to a pig!!

The collector flashed a black lion as he jumped as hard as a weird bird.

The sword paid to the horizontal giraffe scratched and slashed the necks of the two men who were in front of Titalus.

A blood splash blossomed in the dark night as a bright red twist.

At the same time, Loulou rushes straight out to the slope on his left.

A collector stood before a soldier trying to chase him. I feel an interminable killing spirit and the area calms down. Loulou scratches the bushes and only the noise towards the back of the wax sounds loud.

Titalus grinned as he wetted the blood paste on his cheek.

"Kill him. Kill him. Yeah!!

Skinning the screams of a hundred captains, soldiers with all their tips attacked the collector like a black wave tao.

When the collector flipped, he turned his back and jumped into the swamp.

One soldier after another comes after me.

The collector wielded a jacket that made him smoke plenty of muddy water and slapped it on the men.

Out of balance and the three of them fall apart. Waving his long sword, he quickly mowed the men's throats.

Red and black blood danced around as the light lit up.

It is about knee length deep. I kicked the swamp and ran.

"Platoon one, Platoon two, Platoon three, take the man in front of you. Four, five, six, seven, go after the female elf immediately."

Hundreds of enemies. Most of the collectors have ever dealt with each other. Speaking of quick Loulou, it's not strange whenever you get caught if you're chased by a multitude of enemy shadows. Just do what you can with the enemy in front of you. Besides, there was a need to reduce it in a short time.

Four men from the front wave their swords and strike.

The fountain's long sword danced sharply. When I played the two men with one swing, I quickly rolled out a poke. Running like a meteor, the blade pierced the man's chest plate deeply.

When he quickly pulled out his sword, he jumped into the enemy's chest, trying to bump into him. If you snuggle in this way, your enemies will not be able to use the blade successfully. Run the blade as you grab and pull down the man's chest. When the man's throat was nicely amputated, he flooded with more blood tides.

Pick up the removed blade and throw it into the blind law.

All that is before you are enemy soldiers.

Without having to aim, the sword struck someone and killed them.

The collector waves his sword down vertically with all his might as he raises his anger.

The face of the man, who was directly in front, was double-breached and nearly collapsed in the rear.

I turned myself over and ran to the back of the swamp. The scream and the anger swept across the darkness. The men throw the spear in their hands without aiming. One broke his shoulder and the other slipped over his thigh and hurt him. Kneel into the muddy soil, keeping the pain under control. I waited as I dipped half my face in the mud.

It would have appeared to the enemy soldiers that the figure of the collector had suddenly scratched off. You had the illusion that you were escaped, the men's chase legs quickened.

I held the spear thrown at me and waited for my prey to push over. Enemy shadows approach while stirring sticky mud.

The collector set his aim and pushed up the mud to lift the eartip of the spear. A man dressed to expose his defenseless belly pierced by a cold blade and exclaimed. A potato in the man's hand spilled, making a noise and sinking into a sea of mud.

The collector barked and stood, poking around the darkness in front of him with the spear in his hands.

I wonder how many times he repeated his thrust, and how easy it was to strike like an enemy wave tao.

Eye gazing accustomed to the darkness. There were more than ten men in the black sea.

Calm your mind. Counting the potatoes, the rest was reduced to eight.

The collector ran between the men as he tried to play the muddy soil, moving his long sword horizontally.

After rushing through, the three men with their flanks broken collapsed into the spot, like a threaded rolling doll.

A frightened man stepped on a bump and poked his butt.

The collector rushed over and put his foot on the man's chest plate, knocking down the long sword. From the man's throat, like a frog crushed, there was a voice called Gee.

From left to right, feel the blade wind and turn away. Quick blow to the right. The blade protruded backwards until halfway through the man's belly. During the moment, he held the sword he had picked up backwards and rolled it out to the upper left. The sword drew a half-circle across the man's throat.

The giant man waves down the flail as he roars.

Open your body and scratch.

Continuously, he pierced the man's right thigh.

You mutilated the artery, a large amount of blood tide erupted.

The man loses his balance and leans left.

The collector pulled when he turned to the man's back and put a blade on his throat.

The sea of muddy soil at my feet was fine with the rain of blood shaking down.

Leaps towards the back of a man fleeing with his back turned.

The shadow of a man raised a splash of mud and vanished into darkness with a definite response to break off his spine.

When the collector knew instantly that he had devastated Mitsu's platoon, Titalus, who had laid back on the floor table, rose with a blue-white face. Try to protect it, the soldiers tear it apart and build a wall.

I jumped a splash of mud and jumped up.

The collector's face was amazing with blood returned.

He kicked down the burning fire that lit up the area and went wild like a hurricane.

He had dozens of hand injuries all over his body.

The crest on the chest continues to shine blue and white.

I no longer had any sensation in my swinging arm.

The swordsmanship of the Holder, who also avoided the gods, was superb. Seeing his companions fall like paper dolls, the rest of the men, who were prepared for the rear, began to crumble, showing fright.

At about fifteen slaughtered down, he called back the fourth, fifth, sixth and seventh platoons, a total of forty, which Titalus had sent to Loulou.

The collector intercepted the soldiers rushing down as they rammed up moderately.

He ran up the slope at once and swung the black lion as far as he could.

A thousand pieces of flesh of the men cut into the groves flew and dyed the trees to the vermilion. Climbing up the slope and slashing about seven people down, he deposited his back in the cedar giant tree to breathe.

The whole body of the collector is soaking wet as if it had been bathed in water. His vision was stained bright red and he was bouncing so hard that his heart was about to break.

As he exhales roughly, he grabs the spear that was falling and heads toward the enemy shadow that is attacking him from the bottom.

He rolled out his tip and pounded his throat, his chest, his belly, his hips, hard.

A scream ran through the darkness, and an anger wooded the mountain.

He just shot about eight people and was severely slashed in the back.

When the collector stripped his teeth out and grabbed them by the man, he beat the man's face to pieces with the stone he had picked up. Shake it off until the original eye and nose tease. As the man cramped and froze his limbs, he took charge of the body and threw it into the slope.

The sweet potatoes that are coming at me are loose. The collector used his sword, rolling as he lowered himself like a beast. Run the blade toward the tibia. The sound of breaking bones sounded dull. I stuck the blade out vertically looking at the lower abdomen of a man with a pulled back, frightened by fear. The man slipped and vanished into the dark canal as he raised a desperate voice reminiscent of an exasperated monkey.

It prevented the blade wielded from overhead and waved the sword diagonally.

The man's face revealed a section like the pomegranate pomegranate that collapsed under a decent blade.

I embraced one of the others in a madness to death.

Rolling down the slope, hitting all over his body, he ended up horseback riding, waving the blade.

The man peeled off his white eyes and gave him a peek because he tickled his tongue. It was toxic red. When I swept away the blood fat on the blade of the sword with my pocket paper, I ran out again.

Climbing up the slope and out onto the ridge, I saw about twenty flames.

It's dense on a narrow ridge road.

The collector jumped up his jacket and drove sharply.

The blade roared, continuing to slash and lay down the four.

Hitting his body, he slammed about eight people off the slope.

A rolling spear buries on his chest and shoulders on his belly.

He slapped down his neck, took the spear he grabbed and poked it even.

In addition, when about five people poked down, they rowed and took off the ridge road.

My heart is so tired that it seems to jump out of my mouth.

My body was craving rest.

The world gradually whites and the vision slowly stains the water.

I woke up and watched the morning burn seen from the edge of the mountain.

In Japan and here, just before the rising of the morning sun, it seemed like we were blessing the world by divine means.

Alive.

Now that I was alive, I felt strong.

Honestly, I wanted to live, I could.

In order to do so, we must destroy the imminent enemy. Born in this world, we must continue to live longer than anyone else, even for a day.

That is destiny as an organism, and that is what is most right, and it will be the essence of the world. Through chaotic justice and belief, being alive is all that matters.

The collector descended the mountain wrapped in the morning burn. Loulou would have already fled far away. I don't know how many lives I've put in my hands. When he chose the beast path to reach the foot, he continued to walk sideways after the camp.

The enemy is not the ratio of yesterday. Battleseeker's neck is the only thing the collector wants.

On the other side of the sloppy hill, I saw a group of cavalry who nodded and proceeded.

It is Titalus.

No, the hundred-member captain, like a moist flower, saw the treasurer or, frightened, fell off the horse.

Half the soldiers who were around fled, and only the remaining five waved their swords at once with a pale expression, pushing and wrapping the collector.

The last fierce battle began.

From the clouds of the sky that began to whiten, the screams flowed violently over the hills scattered with shining sunlight. Dry earth smoke and dust fall around like snow. White smoke has already risen. Forsaking reason, only the last remaining instincts poked and moved the possessor. The flesh was uncluttered in front of the blade, and the silver wire continued to destroy what was visible to the eyes, what moved.

The collector's black coat was ripped to pieces and bloody.

Dry black blood crept up on his face, making him think of ghosts.

It was one of the collectors who stood after the death fight.

The men lie on quiet street muscles without a single groan.

A strong breeze blew on the side of him and opened his jacket.

Titalus bravely poked at him as he pulled out the beautiful sword on his hips.

Titalus burst into the ground from his face and screamed as the collector made him fall with a foot payment.

Titalus looks up as he drips his nosebleed.

When the collector held the sword in his hands, he shook it up high above his head.

Titalus cried as he hid his face with his hands like a frightened toddler.

White light reflected indiscriminately on the blade of the black lion and the brilliance increased sharpness.

Kick your hands and expose your face to a white blade.

Man's face, dyed white and desperate.

The zodiac pissed off his eyes and shook off his long sword head-on. The silver wire spurted up a dodgy bright red tide, breaking deep and Titalus' face as it flowed vertically.

Titalus cramped hard with his arms raised to heaven, falling to the forehead.

The collector lay on his back when he fell beside the block of blood, staring silently at the sky for a while.

The wind doesn't even blow. I stretched my fingertips about time and gripped the black lion again.

There is no more sheath to hand over the sword. When I pushed my hand against my knee and was forced to stand up, I dragged my body and walked. He dragged his feet step by step, looking at the chariot that was spreading through his hands.

The brilliant sunlit roads seemed to come to an end.

There are white clouds floating in the sky.

I even walked eastward. After some walking, I took the road and took the path towards the small high mountain. Make sure you crawl and earn altitude. Stand at the top of the mountain and gaze under your eyes.

The green flag and the white flag were rubbing hard across the rear of the step elf.

Green is the battleseek, and white is probably a dispensation that doesn't follow him.

I saw a handful of legions flying to help the white flag.

The Golden Swallow flag on the red land belongs to Uncle Andrew, who is familiar with the castle.

Enemy enemies are allies, as the saying goes, a clever Victoria must have tied hands with Cliad Kang.

At the same time the collector leaked a bitter laugh, a green flag burst into the flat beneath his eyes and boiled.

If you notice, your surroundings were surrounded entirely by enemy soldiers.

Escaped, it was clear that the remnants of the Hundreds had called for reinforcements.

"A thousand or two? Just one of you."

When the collector bears the long sword on his shoulder, he rushes down the slopes with momentum.

As if I had targeted you, the arrow rain falls constantly.

Among the dark green trees, the collector's silhouette disappeared to be swallowed.

The sound of a bronze drum advancing and retreating soldiers is uninterruptedly covering the horizon.

constantly wetting the earth.

The feast of the slaughter finally welcomed the good fortune.