Dungeon+Harem+Master

Lacey was climbing the mountain path at night with a fierce darkness. It has only been about two hours since I left the foothills, but the unfamiliar path of the dark night took away her strength in geometry.

Ahead, Pordina, Victoire and Artemisia maintain a constant pace without breathing out, climbing sharp slopes all the time.

In particular, I have to wrap my tongue around Artemisia's physical stubbornness. He shows a light movement while wearing heavy armor that would normally be difficult to walk with if Lacey wore it.

Besides, he's responsible for holding a twig with a spear nearly three meters long.

Very, I don't think he's the same person. With all due respect.

Lacey put her legs forward as she ate her teeth and twisted herself, letting her eyes black and white into her heart moving like an early bell. Everyone is traveling all the time, but it just seems like they are rushing to the flatlands as far as the leading Pordina moves. However, if you look at Victoire, who is at the forefront, who sometimes says, "It's late," you're slowing down to Pordina.

(Wow. No, let's get my heart out of my mouth. I don't have the strength...)

Anyway, we have to get to the cottage near the top before nightfall.

Just for a little while, I go to myself and slow down.

I just stopped working and found the stiffness in my legs to be thin.

Nevertheless, it can't be stagnant forever. It's cold simply to stop moving. Whenever a cold sweat transmits his spine, the frizzy cold pierces his body. And then I stare at you. While doing so, Meryandale and Karen outran themselves.

"Daijibu? More, slower."

"Yes, no, don't worry. I'm fine."

Hilda, who was walking next door, called anxiously. To be honest, I'm as tired as a billionaire to give a response. Breathing heavily, he hurt so his lungs could be tightened by the cold air in the mountains that jumped in.

Lacey paid off her flowing forehead with her fingers as she glanced at her face. It's so cold, there's a fine sweat floating amazingly on my forehead. The chills that blew stained my skin. Your body is on fire, but the wind that blows takes it away as you look at your temperature. Retake your mind and move on with your chin up. Let yourself hear that you have no choice but to proceed.

Hilda's golden eyes, which seem worried in front of her, are shaking loosely. I couldn't help but smile and show them not to be enlightened about my suffering. Without speaking, I shook my fingertips forward and told him to go first. There was a wrinkle between Hilda's eyebrows.

"Really? Well, I'll go first, but watch your step. Fine, because it's full of gobbly stones. Watch out for pumice stones. If you put your foot on it, it'll be a long time. If it falls, it's dangerous."

Hilda glances back and turns away as she looks at him in a agile move. I can't even complain. There's no man here to spoil himself.

(If Klund were here, he would definitely carry me, wouldn't he? him, because he is gentle)

Due to strong physical loads, my head gets blurred. Lacey, stopping on the spot, tempered herself by pounding her cheeks with a squeaky momentum with both hands.

(I'm counting on Klander again sometime. Now, Tulai's, I'm sure it's him......!! Whatever, Lacey!! You can't put your chest up like this, not even Klander's wife)

Face up and stick out the lantern at hand. I am unfamiliar with night lanes, so my body is out of balance just because one hand is blocked. I was about to be taken by the roots of a sticking out tree, and the hiatus flowed down my spine. When I look up, they say there's a trail in the dark woodland belt, but it's like Lacey, who grew up in the city, can't tell. I'm confident I'll get lost if they leave me.

At the tip of the slight light, Hilda's monastic clothes in dark blue seemed to keep away. Fast as a rabbit. I was jealous of her motor nerve goodness. They still have nothing to say about this many mountain paths for Hilda, who was working out some body in church.

What surprised me was the fact that Meryandale, who looked far more luxurious than herself, climbed in a firm foothold without changing one complexion. She moved away so fast that she didn't notice Lacey, who tended to lag behind, that now she can't even see behind it. Lacey was frightened by the phantom of being left behind by everyone, and one sighed.

(That's an adventurer. No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no. Keep it up, I'm really gonna get my foot together)

The weight of the short sword given to me for protection sounds firmly on my hips. Lacey puts her hands on both hips as she drips sweat off her forehead, forcing her legs pampered with lactic acid to roll up. My daily lack of exercise snuck up on the surface.

In the first place, the basic health is too different from those adventurers who carry heavy baggage on the day and run for tens of hours or dozens of kilos.

For Lacey, who is just a city daughter, traveling before the fight was already one of the trials. Looking back, there was Nelly stopping, encouraged by Rudge. She is even less physically fit. Still, I found it simply amazing where I didn't throw up one weak sound. People feel reassured when they see something inferior to themselves.

Lacey thought it was bad, but at least Nellie kept eating her teeth off and leading the way. Beyond the steep ascent, I went out to the ridge. The Victoires, who were waiting for a follow-up, silently nodded after stopping taking care of their weapons when they confirmed the Laceys who arrived late.

"All right. From here, to the mountain villages, it's at the end of your eyes and nose. Let's consolidate and move. Nelly."

"Yes, sir."

To Rudge's call, Nelly, who was distracting herself with a rough breath, drew out the fort's plan. It's what Nelly quickly caused the information Loulou got into the drawings. She had excellent administrative work like this. Be concise and clear. This would be one talent.

Lacey doesn't like to read and write, so a woman who excelled in these quick tasks was admirable.

Together we try to enclose the drawings, stick our noses together and bring our faces closer together.

I slammed the information on the fort on my head for my last confirmation.

"The operation is simple. With the dawn, we penetrate through the castle gate. Right now, Loulou, who broke into the fort earlier, will keep the door cannula open, so I don't think there's a problem with the breakthrough..."

"Oh, my God, you're so unreliable."

Artemisia opened one of her eyes.

"You won't have a choice. Fortunately, the entrance door is made of old wood. Let's act on the assumption that we destroy it somehow, even if we don't unlock it from inside in time. So, yeah. Sizka and Hannah storm Gaspar and the prisoner's quarters as we ramble around the entrance. Seeing the rendezvous, the inner elves mix back the enemy halawatta. In the course of last night, Loulou mixed up some drugs in the liquor store that promote drunkenness. Now I think the enemy's power has been considerably reduced"

"It's still snuggly. I should have planted it with poison, even with my hands."

Sizka snapped with her bottom-cold eyes. Lacey shuddered slightly and looked around awkwardly. It was Victoire who stuck at the top of the list.

"I hear that inside the fort there was quite a crowd of innocent whores and entertainers. How magnificent of you to be such an intangible...!

"Don't get me wrong, I'm basically with Klund..."

Sizka looked softly over at everyone and lay down her face in a hurry to avoid from some of the people with whom she met her eyes.

"And anyway, I don't care how many enemies and those who give it to them die. I have only spoken in view of the possibility of losing my power."

"My lady, Sizka doesn't want to hurt you all, so she's just taking such words. Don't blame me like that."

"Mm-hmm. What? Um, well. You, too, care about your people."

Did you loosen up or Victoire scratched his cheek and warmed up uncomfortably.

Sizka turned her back and pushed silently as she lit up. As usual, it's not an argument. Everyone starts watching them with warm eyes. Lacey felt happy that the two of them had just walked away.

"Fostering friendship is good, but can we keep talking"

"Who!

"Take this one!

Sizka and Victoire looked at each other when they shouted at the same time, and Pupu turned to the side. Rudge smiled bitterly, hitting lightly with a ton of glasses strings and index fingers.

"They say we're close enough to fight, but if we really hate each other, humans, we'll also avoid dealing with each other. And the story went out of line. Shall we finish the conversation before nightfall? Ahead, Victoire, Pordina and Artemisia. I'll leave it to you. At best, you can ramble me up. Next, the inn behind the enemy's throat is left to Sizka, and Hannah and you. Probably right here if Klund is captured. However, it seems that Gas Pearl is always letting the most skilled man serve beside many as a Kingsguard. It's tough, but I want you to manage to beat me down."

Sizka unwrapped her arms, which she had put together as a silent nod.

"Shitsumon, Shitsumon! When you look at the map Nelly made, the back of the inn is a dead wall, but how are you going to attack it -. Tell me, Dr. Rudge!

"Hilda, that's a pretty good question. Well, give me the right answer. Sizka."

Sizka whistled her fingers high as she exhaled. Lacey followed her gaze reflexively and looked into the sky. Still, one shadow approaches gnarly, breaking the blue and black night sky where the moon is clearly floating.

"Isn't that Griffon?

It was Karen who instantly judged a chunk like a black dot. The black mass landed to relax with wings winged as it happened to be a big shadow and descended to Sizka's feet.

Griffon shouted a query and shook his huge head and looked up to Sizka to sweeten him. Sizka hugged Griffon's head with a bright face that she usually wouldn't show, nodding her face at the dandruff feathers.

"Grigi. Was that a good idea? Yeah. Okay, okay."

"Haha, I don't know"

"Very."

"Busyk."

Sizka, with her face raised from her feathers in the same words, flickers like a young man.

"Sasa."

"Ah, here!

Hilda hid behind Artemisia to avoid her gaze.

(Somehow, this. I wonder if you're okay)

I couldn't help but be afraid of Lacey. Anyway, it sounds good when it comes to the griffon in front of you, but I'm pretty old to see it, and I don't even care about wings wings.

Sizka was dissatisfied with everyone's assessment of whether even such individuals adored him by giving him the odd name "Grizzi". My mouth turns into a letter to.

(Something cute, this girl)

"Why, guys, bully Grigio. This child is a very loyal and trustworthy friend of mine."

Sizka hits the head of Griffon with a wounded look.

"No, no, Sizka. Everyone didn't mean it that way. Ha, but, um. If you look at it this way, isn't it likely to rely on unexpected, unexpected, or outgoing information? Hey, Grizzly."

As Artemisia approached him to fix it, Griffon bit his wrist with every handful in front of him. Golly, my wrist is thrown out with the dull sound.

Artemisia snorted on the spot chewing the scream to death, shaking her hand on saliva as a boom and smothering.

"I forgot, Griggy bites when anything but me tries to stroke her."

"... go ahead"

"Ah, haha. Doubt cleared -. I'm sorry, Al."

Hilda excused herself. That said, she rushed over to Artemisia to cast her healing magic.

"Haha, I mean, why didn't you come to the top with Pew on that griffon"

Hannah asks the natural question. Sizka snapped that when she blushed her cheeks, it looked like I was the only one who didn't like it. Everyone's air soothes the dust.

"And well, the success or failure of the operation is up to everyone. Everyone, I've worked hard to inspire you."

"Rudge, you forced me to put it together."

When Lacey laughed like she was in trouble, Karen's long ears pounded. As Pordina wrinkled her nose, she pulled out her shoulder strength to the sieve. Sizka quickly pulled through the song knife and poked at the tree.

"Come out. Or I'll kill you."

"Ma, wait! Wait, wait!!

Blew up in a rough struggle like a blow, a man with a bamboo crawled out.

It is Hans of the village of Tamara who stifles the poor blue and white skin and trembles with a face as if the end of the world had come. He kept his eyes open as he tightened a rag-like cloth cut boiled on his forehead in place of a bee mackerel, punching his stripped teeth hard up and down.

"Oh, bring us some!! Hey, I'll do anything. Anything!!

Hans, with his frightened floating eyes, pleaded his hands about the occasion. He has no martial arts skills whatsoever, just trying to put his life up for his mistress romance. Originally, it is a bond between a couple that should be beautiful, but the expression of the opposing women was stiff. I can't help it. And the treasurer was captivated in the stead of Hans. As far as Pordina is concerned, she is floating kakato trying to fly with her killer pregnant while completely erasing her expression. Artemisia, who noticed, grabbed her shoulder aggressively and shook her neck left and right.

"To be honest. Being followed by you is only annoying rather than powerful. [M] Let's get you down the mountain now."

Unmixed with Rudge's emotions, Hans snapped his throat and peeled his eyeballs off.

"Oh dear, oh dear! There's your wife."

"Shut up."

As Pordina shook out Artemisia, she grabbed Hans's throat ring with one hand and gently lifted it. As Hans made his eyes black and white, he could see his fingertips stretched so as to release his bow.

"Duh duh."

Hans slammed his face against the slope as he rolled down the hill more and more, moaning.

Pordina's eyes were chilled out like she saw dirt.

Lacey woke up the man as he ran over to Hans after a few rounds.

"Yeah, eh, eh. I'm sorry you ran away on your own. Whoa. But Juli is only one treasure in our world. Ah. So, what happened, what happened, I took it back from that bandit bastard? You can't do anything, you keep your fingers around me. If you can, you're dying the closest to him. Die."

Juli saw a big man crying without any shyness, and some turned a blind eye. A briefly relieved Meryandale plucks Hans' eyes out as he kneels down and takes out his handkerchief. As Lacey raised her gaze, she found herself losing more and more emotion from Pordina's face.

Rudge dropped his gaze on the pocket watch as he pounded a loud sigh, grinding his temples with his index finger.

"Right. Did you say Hans? Then you will die. [M] Either way, we're not loose on you being pinched. I think you'll start to think that you should have waited quietly in the village. And in just a few moments. Guys, let's go to the castle before nightfall. Anyway, this place is too cold to be jittery."

Under Rudge's decree, an army from the women's quarters with Hans was pushed to the mountain tower.

The first to cut ahead were the Golems of the Five, created by Meriandale in alchemy. As she cleverly buried the talisman into the earth, she used the Demon Stone to assemble the formation and create a four-metre, lifeless soldier.

Meryandale put his hands on his hips with skill and went in a proud tone.

"It's not that strong around here because it's a little geologically bad. Oh, come on, my boy! Oh, not that way!? No, I mean, whoa."

Meriandale's burgeoning golem seemed to climb smoothly up the woodless slopes and hit the fortress's castle gate, but two of them walked out in the direction of the day after, sucked into the valley like lemmings. It is pointless death.

"No ahhh!?

When Meriandale held down her feather hat, she collapsed from her knees and poked her hand at the ground.

"Is it suddenly 40% wear and tear? In the military, it's a verdict of total annihilation."

"Dead, my sons. Not all dead yet."

Mary shrugged her face in tears and turned away from reality, against Nelly, who calmly twitched.

"Oh, look. Looks like the other three managed to get to the castle gate."

As Artemisia turned her spear tip toward the castle gate to comfort her, the bandits began to make a facial interception from the stakeout on the castle gate. That said, it has begun to be a dull move that has lost sharpness enough for everyone to see right away, even in the distance. A few arrows have stabbed the body surfaces of the golems, made up of granite components that are not so sturdy, but they are all shallow and have not reached the point of stopping the action. A man who kept throwing stones falls out of balance and falls every stone in his hand.

"Oobi-woo!?

When the man hit his body hard on the ground, he rose as hard as a knocked down fly. He seems to have broken his lumbar bone and can't stand up. It is the feed of the outfit. They seem to have hit the built-in hard and are throwing up a fair amount of blood from the mouth. The cry for help is grim but weak.

The golem moved slowly, putting one foot on the belly of an already bug-breathing man and weighing in all at once. When I wondered if the disconnect had sounded, the brown bodily fluids smudged along with the dropped guts from the back of the stone giant's big legs. The faeces, the contents of the stomach mixed, it is finally raised by the sun that has been shining, hot air, and shuddering.

"Wow, that's messy."

"Oh, no, I'm going through there."

Lacey whispered her eyebrows as she met Hilda face to face.

"Who is it, who made that one? Oh, was it Mary? Chip."

"It's terrible. Whoa, guys."

As Nellie tongued abominably, the stone statue knocked out the door with a huge hand.

The bandits are shooting arrows at Golem. The fierce attack gradually deformed and severely deflected the wooden gates.

"Oh, look at that one!

Meryandale points at the castle gate with joy. Indeed, it exposed its built-in as if the door there, thought to be immovable, would greet them with its hands wide open.

"Yay! I did it! I never waited for Loulou, those kids worked hard!!

"Yay."

"Awesome."

Meryandale makes a gesture of rubbing up his nose tip all the time as he jumps like a pimp and a rabbit. Hilda smiles invincibly as she begins her mysterious old-fashioned dimension with "Don't Do It, Lord". It was then that Lacey broke up with the effects of the allies as well.

"-That's right, Loulou."

"Huh?"

"Nha."

"Ah, really!

Crush, as Pordina does labor. In the shadow of the door was the figure of Loulou, who was shrinking himself with a wooden cannula.

Apparently, the kung fu of breaking through the castle gate was to return to Loulou, who had been sneaking inside. Hilda whistled awkwardly and fled once and gently in footsteps.

(Wow! This could be a little awkward. Nevertheless, always, a tremendous speed of escape. Hey, maybe it's touching. No, no. That may not be the case! Oh, Mary's spirit is on the dark side)

I know it's my fault, but I felt the illusion of black clouds crawling out of my frozen Meriandale body, and Lacey was frightened.

(Phew, I need to follow up. Uh, uh, oh. Oh, I'm so tired already!

"Mmm."

"Hey. Don't be so angry. Mary was trying, too, because I know"

Lacey quickly turned to follow up, but Mary's mental quickly dropped vertically, happy to finally help.

Meryandale has her cheeks swollen up like a fugue with tears in her eyes. "It's me," he said, gradually nagging, small and silly.

Do you know anything about that?

"The first gate broke through. And then we'll take the default route."

Once the castle gate was opened, the rest was a fierce white soldier battle that finally cut the lid of the fire. Pordina, Artemisia and Victoire push the golem up and attack the fort. I don't see any glory in the movements of the men coming up against me about whether the pills worked the night before, but only the numbers are in order. When the walls of the Golem, which were rampaging around endlessly, collapsed, they became feathers that cut into three enemies on their own.

The great sword of Pordina, the red thousand birds of Artemisia, the ten kings sword of Victoire wild as a hurricane. Indoors, enemy wreckages quickly filled, and together, the still warm bloodshed made the scaffolding unstable.

The bandits fall apart with one, and another, as they grind their teeth. Especially since Pordina's dagger swings like a big wheel in a narrow indoor, the Victoires were becoming full because they take more distance from her than their enemies.

The Rudges continue to annihilate the enemies gushing out of the walled tower, but that was a number that seemed almost nil.

"Next to next. This is an ant's nest! Fake, Flamebomb" Altana Flameburst "!!

When Rudge chanted the magic, pieces of paper struck out of the book of magic became tangled and incidentally burned up as if dancing to the men.

"Michaaa. Dr. Rudge, thank you for suddenly hitting me with such a tokoro! Fire is strictly prohibited!!

"While you're at it, Don, you're coming!

"Ngu!

Rudge grabbed Hilda's collar and pulled him down on the spot. The tip of the approaching spear blushed a dark blue monk coat.

"Eh!

Lacey slammed her hand-held hammer from behind the spear-wielding man. A man loses his balance and gets frowned upon. Don't miss that gap, Nelly's waving rapier swung hard through the man's throat. White, sharp blade tips tangle and shine through bitten pink meat. Lacey looked into contact with a man on the verge of desperation, and couldn't help but lag behind.

"Lacey, Hilda. Don't leave me! Look, Mary too! They're coming!!

Nellie was out of more than her strength with four unsuitable people behind her back.

A thin, pitiful face is shaking blue and white because of the amount of exercise she never rests on. It's an obvious cyanose. Her swordsmanship has not left the realm of escort. If the other guy is the other guy, he can handle one or two, but when he's three, he shouldn't do it anymore.

Hilda continues to speak of the magic of her qi recovery, but the basics are the same as doping, and she can't draw more power than she originally had. I'm temporarily removing the brain limiter, but if a certain amount of time comes, fatigue will push me over like a wave and swallow Nelly lightly. Lacey was driven by impatience when she found a slight stiffness in Rudge's face.

"The meat walls are thicker than I thought. Nevertheless, the other side should be overwhelmingly disadvantaged in this situation of fighting in narrow places. Don't be in a hurry, Rudge."

Rudge bites the tickle when it comes to making herself listen good. From the chopped cherry blossom petals, a strand of thread-like blood drowned. When Rudge turns to defense by limiting the magic he uses, he strives to support the three avant-gardes. Artemisia can't use her prized long stuff well and is quite frustrated. Indoors, the spear of the Virgin, the very disturbance, was deliberately prepared in anticipation of exerting her power on the roof in front of the last establishment, the residence.

Complete control of the first house where the gatekeeper resided reduced the amount of feeling, turbulence.

At the same time, the mercenaries of the step elves scratched by Loulou were raised.

Seeing the built-in part of the fort plunged into chaos, it was precisely at the right time that Sizka's Griffon smashed through the walls of an indefensible residence and broke into it. The ambush from the sky was just as good, and I guess the thieves didn't even assume it. The split thieves became outfits that completely disrupted their footprint.

But a lot. It's a lot.

It is in the form of a foreclaw on the fort by the work of the gods, but the enemy is practically three hundred. My own army is twelve. That difference in force is almost thirty times greater. It was for one thing Karen's presence that the elves turned eighty-three back to me by Loulou's internal measures. A legendary princess of war who broke the battleseek that was the strongest in the meadows. The fact was that it was obfuscated and the rumors were inexhaustibly enlarged, remaining scattered in the alley in a distorted fashion.

As Karen bravely pushed forward to compete with the Pordinas, she continued to add the bow of the family heirloom in her hand, to the walls of the castle that soared up accurate and unparalleled projectiles at Elfinbow and to the archers of the outer shell tower built in the corner. Whenever Karen's thin, long fingertips rang the strings, enemy soldiers fell through the corridors and small windows of the paralysis and walls, like insecticide-wrapped featherworms.

Cullen, dressed in white with long silver hair, was visible in the distance. The battleseek elves, who saw her, who are former rebels, also exaspire in no way without despair of hometown romance or a future without a place to be. It was a banquet hall, in the inn and on the rooftops, whores and entertainers undergo the aftermath of killing each other, bleeding, screaming and creating a whirlpool of nasal screaming. The confusion in the fort became rampant, and the white-bladed noise deafened his ears beneath the glowing morning sun.

Lacey stuffed half her face with dirty returning blood on the back of her hand as she watched Artemisia run up the stairs stretching up to the castle wall tower with Karen's cover fire on her back.

Killing each other enters the good realm.