Dungeon+Harem+Master

The collectors left the camp immediately after eliminating the Doc Warriors. It turns out as we continue the fight, what a weakness the Doc Warriors suffered greatly from the Collectors were in the lumbar part. They somehow lose their whole body balance and recoverability when they destroy this place. If you know what I mean, it wasn't as difficult as that.

The treasurer, greatly faceted by Dorothea and Karen's activism, is walking off the lead in a nose mix. By putting up the pavilion master's face, the women also dispel the gloomy mood in the tent, and their faces are clear.

In this battle, the Marc Squad was killed in battle, to the extent that among the collectors, Liza fell and soaked the back of her hand. Happy or unhappy, the advent of the enemy was just before dawn, so the great men also had enough rest to act.

"Ah it was a disgusting stone statue. I'm going to be traumatized."

"And Liza. I'm a little hungry."

Narrow roads appeared in front of me again as Karen and Liza continued their journey in the dungeon with a bunch of backmusic. Proceed with all the sloped holes tummy. The aisle is too wide to stand and walk at the back of an adult.

"Something hot and humid...?

"Ugh. Hot, hot."

Karen roaring uncomfortably behind the treasurer. The halls of the stone statues that fought the Doc Warriors had chilly temperatures, but you can see the Don and the surrounding air soaking up as the climb continued. At the same time, the unique odor drifting in the hot springs streets drove into the neighborhood. The smell of sulfur is so intense that it is no longer likely to go in the wrong direction even if it is not a good nosed pordina. Through a long, frustrating, hole-like passage, in front of me, a vast amount of space jumped in.

"What, this? Underground lake? No, it's in the mountains, what can I say."

"Ugh, blue! This is so blue! Feelings Waroo!!

The great cavities reached by the collectors were all filled spaces in blue monochrome.

Surprisingly covered in swarms of blue cockerel from ceiling to wall, they were dazzling the pale light. I picked it at my fingertips and found it to have a slight fever. Beneath the blue cockerel is a lake full of clear aqua blue water. From the invisibility of the other shore, it was presumed to be of considerable size.

"Mr. Klander, this water is warm."

Loulou, kneeling on the shore, went as surprised as he put his hand in the lake.

"Really, really or really! Liza and Liza."

"Oh, wow. I'm not a kid, but oh."

Liza glitters her eyes and pulls Karen's arm and runs out. The collector followed Pordina, crouching next to the Lizzas, who were scratching the lake's surface with cheer, and stuck his fingertips in.

"Oh. lukewarm crap. I've had a bath all night."

"Perhaps this lake has a source flowing in from somewhere"

"Hmm. Hot springs all over the mountains."

"But Loulou. Isn't that strange?

Karen, who was crawling on all fours and overlooking the lake, pointed her lips as she pretended to have twin-tailed silver hair.

"Look at that fish."

"What, is it a fish? Princess."

"Oh, which one?"

Together they stared jizzily about ten meters ahead of Karen's finger. There, stare.

I wouldn't know if I didn't see it, but Pukapuka and a few fish were floating around showing their white bellies.

"Loulou."

"Often, wait"

As Loulou nodded to the words of the collector, he threw toward the fish as he removed the knai with a string on his grip from his chest. Make sure the blade tip stabs without aiming, then carefully pull up the dead fish. The collector smelled it on the back when he lifted the fish placed on the ground.

"You're dead. Was it a boil?

"Yes. Look, the urchin is changing a bit. I'd like to say that it's strange that the fish that live there are boiled to death if the water from the source is constantly flowing into the lake. Because no creature would ever live in a place like that."

"That's the princess."

"Oh, Karen wasn't there!

"Huh? Ma, Ma. Oh, if you let me tell you, I don't think you're better off with all this stuff. Well, there's no such thing as speculation."

Tundele B. Crushing in his heart, the collector rubbed his ragged beard of inertia, which was growing sparsely.

"I'm not sure. If I had Rudge, he'd reason with me as soon as possible..."

Looking around, the soldiers of the Marc Squad are also rarely looking around. When I looked up, it caught my eye that Marc was inviting. Standing up and going by, Marc raised a single eyebrow and pointed behind his back.

"What's up?"

"Hey, I have something to worry about. Follow me."

Walk with me. I traveled along the shore of the lake to the wall and saw a large horizontal hole. Drop your gaze at your feet. There were signs of the ground burning over a fairly wide area. Pordina behind her was grunting her nose uncomfortably. Inside the hole was not native to a strange cockerel that glowed unlike its surroundings. That, too, should have left the contents of the hole burning as intense as it had been after the fire.

In the center of the space, strange objects that resemble lights are worshipped as potpounds. The rectangular altar-like stuff is so black that you don't know the prototype. Only the grey-brown stone columns were intact and unnecessarily creepy. In the upper part, the letters appeared to emerge but the damage seemed impossible to decipher significantly.

"Perhaps there is something about the festival dedicated by the wingman who made this. Anyway, I can't read it and I don't need to think about it"

Apparently, there was no academic interest in Marc. The collector carefully examines the blackened altar with his neck clenched. There's something like a drawer at the bottom. When I pulled to see if there was anything in it, the contents were not like the money I had hoped for, but the wreckage of burnt and worn out paper. I try to take it out with a pinch, but it quickly cuts a thousand and collapses like sand.

"What are you looking at"

"No, Nah. I wonder if it's funny."

"There can't be, that kind of thing"

Marc dropped his shoulder like he was tired. He is a man without a romance to make. No, should I say it's right as a military man? When the collector stood up, he paid the top of the altar with his palm.

"I wonder what you worshipped."

"I don't know that. I don't care. More than that, it's me."

At the wall Marc pointed to, there were about two ships standing on fire. The size is considerable. I felt like a light stone when I slapped him closer. It seems lighter than it looks when you grab it and boil it, and it doesn't seem that hard to move it around.

"I see. You mean ride him across the coast."

"Perhaps the ancients who built this altar used this"

"There are two, so don't be riding in each group"

"All right, let's just let our people carry us."

As we were discussing it staring at the stone boat, we heard cheers from behind. Apparently, a squad soldier found something in the corner of the hole. About four men are discussing it with excitement. I heard voices, I also saw Lisa and Dorothea.

"What's the matter, you guys?

"Oh, I want to. Something's happened. I think it's because of you."

Polina waved as she noticed the collectors.

"Because of you? Also, you touch something you're not sure about - ahhh, Mr. Dorothea! It's dangerous, so stay away from accidents."

"You suddenly have different tensions."

Dorothea stood next to the collector as she waved to Marc with her pulled face.

Something tells me the soldiers found the chest.

"Heh! I wonder if there's some kind of golden eye in it."

"Ah, speaking of which, it's pretty hot in here, isn't it? Your throat won't dry."

"It's an ancient relic."

"I'm familiar with RPG, but I've never seen it before."

"If that were the case, I would order my men to brew tea or something, but how about that?"

"Ah Rupi Ji? Sometimes the Lord uses words he doesn't quite understand."

"Don't think about it. Feel it."

"Ah, sweets. There is also a small amount of sweets, but I will prepare them."

"It's some kind of code."

"Was it too soon for you?"

"Eat something sweet and you'll get tired."

"Hmm. Crand's mean every now and then."

"No problem."

"There is also sugar, please keep going."

"... don't interrupt a flirty conversation."

"Mr. Dorothea? Dorothea."

Even as he talks about it, the soldiers are clinging to open the chest in front of him. When he destroyed the lock that had been placed in the box with force, a strong-looking hammer appeared from inside.

"This is a warhammer."

Pollina exhales with her index finger on her lips.

"Seriously. It's just a stick."

"Isn't it gold, shit?"

You're making me struggle.

"Who is it, the first one to open it?"

Soldiers were dismayed by the often uncommon weapon. I guess I was expecting gold and silver treasures. Foolishly, one soldier put his hand on the hammer to pull up.

"Mmm. Am I?"

"Whoa, whoa, what are you doing? This impotence. Out of the way. Hmm. Here! Ha!

"Ahem? What are you doing? I'll take care of it. Here, take. Noho!!

Attempts are made to lift the hammer that sits at the bottom of the replacement chest where the soldiers take their place, but there is no sign of lifting it this way either. The hammer could finally be pulled up when the collector ordered Poldina to get the soldiers out of the way.

"Your husband. This is a lot of weight."

"Seriously. If you say so, I'm sure it's true."

The soldiers also know the rigidity of Pordina in earlier battles.

The voice of doubt didn't rise from anywhere.

Pordina waved the battle hammer in her hand with one hand. Warhammer, with a pattern of about ninety centimeters, drew a horizontal trajectory by emitting a wind-cut sound unsuitable for the smaller size. The whole thing is blue and shimmering like crystals. There was even a certain art style.

Dorothea and Liza are closing in and touching the surface of the hammer with a pet. Pordina lowered the hammer in her hand perpendicular to her feet. Zun and a heavy roar echoed at the bottom of his belly.

"This is probably made of apoitacara. Behold, at first glance, the head and pattern seem to be integrally molded, but if you gaze, you can see the connection. That's a lot of business."

"Hmm. I don't know, that sounds awesome. Hey, Marc. Can I have this?"

"Anyway, we can't use it, and it doesn't matter. The treasure hunt is over. If you feel comfortable, carry Sassa and that stone boat."

"Ahhh!

"Now what!

One of the soldiers, who was touching another chest that remained in disregard of Marc's orders, was ramming his upper body into the lid. Two hind legs are scratching the universe hard. The soldiers who were beside him opened and closed their mouths like goldfish in a panic.

"What are you playing at, a good year..."

It was at the same time that Marc walked over with a bitter smile and the man's body was drunk in the box.

"The box ate people!

"Be careful! That guy ate people!!

Dorothea kicked up the box if Marc was quick. The soldier-swallowed man-eater box emitted a metallic scream from the inside as it slammed the lid up and down as it hit the wall violently. In the box that opens and closes, the eyes are dull and glowing with a sense of harsh malice.

Oh, the box jumped hugely when I thought, hitting the right hand of the soldier who was closest to me.

"Yikes!

The soldier's right hand remained sandwiched in a box, making an unusual noise with the butch and being eaten and chopped. Bright red blood is making puffy noises and blowing out.

As the other approached to save his fallen companion, the cannibal proceeded as he carved the steps and pinched the man's head sharply with a lid. The sound of cutting off the meat rang dull. The soldier drooled his arms on the spot when he was shaped like poking his feet to the ground and sitting on the front seat.

"You Yarrow!!

The collector kicked the cannibal box from the side as he rushed over. My toes pierce me sharply.

The sound of cancer sounded, and the box flew diagonally with momentum.

"Step aside, my lord!!

Pordina rushes like the wind and presses meat into the canteen.

She slammed it down vertically from the front as she waved the hammer in her hand.

Oops, there was a loud noise and the top of the cannibal box splashed in dust.

When the square box is shaken hard, it is beaten to the earth and rolls as it bounces.

"Did you do it!?

"No, not yet."

At the same time I caught something shadowy popping out of the box in the corner of my sight.

When the collector laid his hand on the long sword of his hips, a slight sound rang from behind him and his arrow butt stood in the shadows. Look forward. Karen reacted quickly and shot the enemy shadow.

"Nice one, Karen!!

"Huh. Of course you are!... So, what? This."

"I don't know. What the hell?"

Try to approach carefully the mysterious creature that stuffs on the ground with its arrows eaten.

A cannibal box was the identity of an organism that swept away fluids in the blue and black cockerel that grew on the ground.

The whole body is jelly and plush, close to an indeterminate slime. There were about two yellow eyeballs on the facial area, and countless fangs cluttered up in the palate. I'm closest to thinking of it as a creature that has grown tiny hands and feet on Otama Jakushi.

When the collector put his foot on the back of the cannibal and stopped moving, he tapped the sheath of the sword in a funny way. The iron sheath is heavy in its own right and sufficiently destructive to quench immobile man-eaters. The cozilli in the sheath splashed brown fluid when he smashed the head of the cannibal.

"Wow, it really floated."

"I'm in trouble if I don't float..."

Marc is narrowing his eyes to Dorothea's surprise.

When the collectors split into two stone ships and boarded, they rowed out into the blue lake.

The previous vessel consisted of nine Marc detachments led by Pollina.

The ships on which the collectors embark are seven, in addition to the marc.

"Well, why is Omei on this side?"

"Mmm. That's right, Klando. Balance, balance. Hey, Mr. Dorothea."

"So don't come near me."

"haha......"

Dorothea laughed vaguely, hiding her body sassy on the back of the collector.

"Ha. Still, Mr. Dorothea is shy."

"No, you're completely avoided."

When Marc makes his lips a letter to, he stares at the collector with his jealously insane eyes.

"What's with the eye?"

"Nothing."

"You don't see anything else."

It's a pain in the ass. I don't know..., things like that.

The awesomeness of the buoyancy of the stone boat was something inside. The first ten or so people are on board to make sure it's safe. Using "Kai" and rowing out, he made a more comfortable move than he thought.

"This is a little cruise ship."

The collectors often enjoyed relaxing time while enjoying the surrounding scenery. The surrounding dark blue and lake surface aqua blue create an indescribable fantastic space. The women must have raised their voices like daughters everywhere.

"I'm going to forget it's military"

"Yeah, come on."

"No, no, it won't be good..."

That being said, Marc also takes off his helmet and enjoys the strangeness of the blue contrast in his eyes.

The silence was suddenly broken.

Ahhh.

A woman's tall scream was heard from the preceding stone boat. A squad of men's belts, there is no such voice but Pollina, Marc's deputy.

"What!?

"Master, take a look at that"

Pordina, who was manipulating the ship, pointed forward with a stone's throw. Quickly turn your gaze.

There was a sight of several grey shadows swarming toward the ship trying to drag the detachment soldiers into the lake.

"Shit! This is where the fishermen - were they Oannes?!

It was at the same time that Marc squeezed out his voice in remorse and a nudgy, raw, smelly arm could be worn by the ship.

"What the fuck is O'Annes? Whoa. Oh, my God, oh, my God."

The question mark of the treasurer was also there, and the stone boat swept violently from left to right without touching it.

Everyone took a breath in a terrible shade like suddenly caught in a storm. When the water smoke rose from the tip without time to the right and left, an integral alien organism descended into the hull.

The back is the fish itself, but the part of Ella has the same face as a human being.

Onen-Ass, a fisherman with five fingers in each limb, slowly leaned over as he exhaled a breath of raw odor.

When Marc, who was in the lead, pulls out his long sword, he hits O'Annes. O'Annes waved his right hand and took the slaughter easily with a hard urchin, laughing low with a strange voice.

"Be careful! If they pull you into the water, it's over!!

"It's a dungeon that won't bore you from next to next."

The collector shook sharply toward the fingers of the enemy that were on the boat as he pulled out his long sword. When the blade cut off O'Annes' fingers without leaving them, they bled blue and black.

Fighting had already begun everywhere. Are the preceding Marc detachments being attacked intensively, and the shipwreck is becoming more and more intense? Two, Mitsuzu and I were continuously drawn into the water, and we could see intense water smoke rising. The soldiers are desperate to escape from the water, but if the fishermen catch them, they will no longer be able to deal with them, but they will one after the other.

As the collector skewered O'Annes' belly, which he grabbed, he quickly pulled out the blade, kicked his hips and took the distance.

"Be careful! You'll never get grabbed! It's the last time you fall!!

"I know!

"Leave it to Liza!

Dorothea and Liza were each wielding their swords to get rid of O'Annes, who was about to enter the ship.

Karen was struggling by slamming Elfinbow tightly. I don't even have time to connect arrows this close.

"Shit, my detachment is all gone..."

Marc snapped with a blue-white face as he waved his sword. Compared to the ships on which the collectors board, the preceding ships are crowded with more than double oanness. The soldiers are fighting in tandem, but the situation was too bad. It's too far away to go back to the original shore, and I have no idea how far it is to the opposite shore. There seemed to be no longer so much respite to sink.

As the collector stabbed a long sword into the chest of the ship's oanness, he saw Loulou crumbling his back and waving a knife at the edge of his sight. It is clearly a disadvantage. Kicking the dead fisherman in the chest and slamming him into the lake, he struck a sharp slaughter on the back of O'Annes, who was attacking Loulou. Sprinkle a blue and black blood splash and a fisherman falls on the dock board.

"What's the matter, did you get hurt somewhere!

As he crouched down and tried to pull his white arm up, Loulou shook his bright white face to the left and right. Long, wet hair in the lake water scattered droplets all over the place.

"Wow, I don't want to thank you."

Loulou's voice was colored with sadness. If you can't swim, that's all there is to fear all over the lake. It is impossible to expect the same movement as usual.

Or a canazucci.

"And you won't have a choice. I'm not in the habit of swimming in the meadows!

He screams out of his usual courtesy. I see, the water is horrible, my eyes are moving dizzily as I rattle my white teeth. As the collector tries to get up, he leads to his feet. Honestly, I don't have time for this.

"Anyway, stay down and stick to the bottom of the boat. This ship will never sink."

"You really are, you really are!

"Well, anyway, let go of my leg!

"Fugi."

The collector pushes Loulou against the boat board and slashes the flying oanness. The fisherman was facially injured head-on and fell all over the lake in a whirlpool.

"Uh, whoa, too. Kiri said. I'll clean you up at once!

When Karen stood up with her bow around her, she began to chant magic while concentrating on her spirit. A fisherman jumps up and hits Karen, who has become defenseless. Pordina, who was nearby eliminating Bashibashi enemies, swirled around and smacked the head of a fisherman flying at Karen. O'Annes crashed to a remote lake as he sprayed blood reflexes into the void and danced.

"Thankyou, dog!

"Be quiet, you usnoro"

Pordina went in the usual tone when she set her tone. Occasionally, Karen's face changes like a swollen moth. Her loss caught fire.

"You have a lot of things. Look, this whoa! Lightning Blast!!"

Severe electric light continued to radiate toward the lake surface from the fingertips that shook up overhead.

It is a lightning magic of the wind attribute.

Electric light, made of refined atmospheric mana, flew endlessly toward one side of the perimeter.

Oannes, who were swarming around the stone boat, can't resist this either. The screams covering his earlobes were frequent, the urchins burned hard, and the surrounding enemies remained submerged in the water as he raised the smoke.

"Yah! Karen, that's amazing!!

Liza jumped up and smiled all over her face. To the sound of innocent praise, Karen dyed her cheeks red as she tickled.

"Heh, heh. Praise me. You can praise me. Did you know it's a million years early to defy this Karen?"

"Princess, you're splendid. Dust."

"Surprisingly, you can afford it."

"Not if you're playing, lords! The enemy is still there."

Dorothea was right. Threats were eliminated with respect to the ships on which the Collectors would board, but the ships still ahead were exposed to the attacks of the O'Annes.

"Pordina, pull over!

"Jesus, my Lord"

Pordina rowed the boat over with the breath of an abalone. A flock of fishermen jump into view as the gung and the feet of the boat accelerate and no longer just wait to sink.

"Dorothea, burn it down!!

"Aye! Flame Spear (Flame Lance)!!"

A fire column created by Dorothea is launched in a straight line to the gray wall. Burning their defenseless backs, O'Annes and the others submerge into the lake one after the other. The scattered mass of flame reacted with water, scattered around the area, causing the bright white vapor to stand around.

The collector flew vigorously when he put his foot on the tip. Don't jump, slap the blade against the fisherman who was pushing down the soldier. Blood smoke broke out and the hull was ravaged with stinking fluid.

"I flew eight ships in my menstruation! Come on, I'll grate you on three, so call me!

As the collector sank his body, he shook his long sword horizontally. He is slashed on the flank, and occasionally about two oannesses die. I felt signs behind my back. Don't look back, knock the long sword backwards. O'Annes, who was sneaking, rolled more and more as he was severely choosen of his chest plate.

A fisherman leaps in from the right. He struck the iron sheath pulled out on his left hand, swinging it and slapping it sharply in the face. The response to beating meat with gucci remains vivid.

The soldiers, who regained their strength in the fountain's struggle, roared and began to fight again. The collector kept moving cleverly balanced in the loose hull.

"I can't believe you're bluffing!

"Hey, hey, hey, wait -!"

Turning only to his voice, he saw Dorothea about to board from the ship behind him.

Bouncing oanness leading to his back with an elbow, he ran toward the stern.

If it fell in the water, it wouldn't help first.

The enemy is still in the lake.

The liver shrinks at all without looking beyond Dorothea.

The collector shook his hands out as he prayed to heaven, shaking off the feeling of his spine freezing.

"Eh."

Dorothea's body is already dancing in the void.

I managed to hug him directly from the front, paying attention to his sliding feet.

"Ahhh!!

"Wow."

The treasurer turned on the spot as he held Dorothea's body and crept to dance.

The faces that watched it in the rear clapped patsy.

"Ab, ab, ab, ab, ab"

"To Him"

Dorothea laughed happily when she showed her white teeth.

If you look like that, I'm not willing to blame you any more for this one. Also, I didn't have time to do that.

"Damn, I'm gonna throw you in like this. Big Tits Elves"

"Huh, you can't do that"

"That's why it's so touchy. There he is!

"I'll take care of the rest of the straw!

Dorothea set up the famous sword Ascaron with one hand, flashing in the sight of a fisherman who would strike suddenly.

A blue and black muscle runs from the head of the fisherman to his crotch. When the enemy was stiff with both hands extended, they separated left and right and collapsed to the spot.

"And the LORD is there as a jizz. From here on out, it's a lonely private venue."

Dorothea winks and slashes into the O'Annes as she dances when she throws a kiss. It didn't take that long to settle.