Dungeons for the Devil, Dungeons for the Core (Book Version Title: A Different World Dungeon Made with the Devil)

The elves of the Silva woods and the beasts, who responded to their news, lurked in a position where they could see the temporary encampment set up near the venue of the Slave City.

"Elf, can you really stop the Lord's Army"

"Believe in the Spiritualist. He showed a lot of skill in the Battle of Barren earlier."

"I've heard that story... but honestly, it's hard to believe..."

"Stop it, Hook, it doesn't change what the spiritualist does more than he's ever done to make it."

"That sort of thing... Whoa! Firehand's up!

"Over there too!

"This is... this town is a mess"

"Let's punch him right in!

"No! The Spiritualist has many traps. Come. Sooner or later, everything will be ruined!

"But! …"

"Hey, there seems to be some noise at the Lordship Hall..."

When the people who were supposed to be hiding forgot to lurk their breath and started a hustle and quarrel, the elves of the preaching came at a good time.

"My Lord the Spiritualist commands you! Conduct the liberation operation immediately!

A mixed unit of elves and beasts screams to clear up the accumulated hatred, spiciness, and depression. Some go to the lodging to fight against the overlapping slave traders, while others go to the camp to free their compatriots, take weapons in their hands, unleash magic, and enter the alley (again) of the Abyssal (Abyssal Kan).

The slave trader side was completely taken aback. No way, because I never expected the suburbs to raid the town of Vazari. The slave traders are not helpless either. If there was a raid, I thought it was in front of the town, and I hired escorts for each of them. However, having safely entered the town of Vazari, the escort contract was terminated, and the rewarded escorts have entered the tavern and the colorful town. Few defended slave traders.

Those who guarded the camp were also disturbed. They were originally placed for security, or intimidation (ikaku), against the uncomfortable trying to steal slaves, and did not envisage a large-scale military operation like this one. Before that, a small number of people had gone to see how things were going in the town's arson noise, and the few gestures that remained were also rendered powerless by the subhumans.

The slaves were bound by slave magic. Sorcery is activated when attempting to escape, which in terrible cases leads to death. This slave magic would have reassured the slave traders. However, there was no such thing as the decursion of slave witchcraft for the elves who were chiefs of witchcraft. In the darkness and confusion, the allowance or gradual de-cursion is carried out without even being sure of the opponent once, taking the freed slave and escaping.

Until I fled far from town and into the safety zone, I didn't even have time to take a hairpin.

So I didn't have time to worry about who was among the slaves I brought in.

"... of humans, children? ……