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Narbant shouts out as he rushes toward Trent and his enemies noticed this way and approached the distance where the battle axe was about to arrive, even if his enemies noticed it was no problem.

"Boy! Let Non take care of it first and see how it goes there!

You need to know what the battle of Nong et al is like!

That's what I said to Narvant, who's going into Trent and the others, and I said, "Okay!," Narbant rushes with an axe abruptly.

I decided to stop my legs and watch over Narbant as I put up my battle axe to get him into help anytime... and watch Narbant and the Trents starting to move to intercept him.

For Trent and the others, the roots are the legs, the branches are the arms, or they pull out the roots that were stretched out on the ground, and show more speed than they thought by making them squirm and squirm, and Trent and the others swing up the branches as they moved to make use of that number or surround the Narbant, trying to make them think, and then strike down about Narbant as sharply as a whip whip.

In contrast, Narbant does not take the unleashed attack or avoid it, but takes it with his body, head, or face, just as it is and as it rushes.

Bashin '!!

The fierce sound echoes only the number of Trento branches, but Narbant is not frightened at all and runs straight towards Trento without shaking slightly... without intentionally passing through the branches that can strike about Narbant, cluttering a short axe with a pattern firmly gripped with both hands from left to right.

Then Zugam and the sound of tapping the wood with a hammer or something rather than an axe sounds, and if that direct hit one Trent is crushed through its torso and loses power, he falls.

The blow will not work on Narbant. That's what Trent and the others decided, whether they were doing it by magic or pointing the tip of the branch like a spear, trying to pierce the narbant.

When I rushed out to say that it seemed awkward on the boulder, Narbant said, "No need" with his eyes... so he took Trent and his spikes with his arms with his body... and took them between his eyebrows, not even blinking at all, and waved the axe from right to left and from left to right with his eyes staring at Trent.

Two, three, four, and a Narbant axe destroyed his torso... so you realized you couldn't win a close fight, Trent and the others would distance themselves from Narbant, tremble about whether they were trying to use magic or not, and start waving the branches in an indescribable suspicious motion... Narbant rushes out to beat those Trents to death.

... but I can't catch up with Trent and the others running around quickly and flexibly with his many legs, no matter how many axes he wields, he can't strike... that's how Nurbant drains his health.

Narbant, with a bitter look that just says he will drain his health if he gets away with it that way harder than being attacked directly, comes out loud with his breath absurd.

"Me, boy! Give me your hand!

They spotted Noon's weakness...!!

In response to that voice, I firmly re-grip the battle axe... and the Trents surrounding the Narbant rush out at once.

Swing the battle axe up as you rush out, swinging it down with all your strength...... turn the first Trent into two straight.

From the feel conveyed from the battle axe, Trent is a tree dried rather than a raw tree......

He seems to have a body of wood that is unsuitable for Skasca's wood and is more of a brittle monster than he thought.

Is it to move quickly or flexibly... Either way, this brittleness makes me gently wield the battle axe without so much effort.

Trent, who can't catch up with Narbant's legs, seems to be able to handle my legs... the magic things I can't sense in the first place, so I decided not to care, and the thrust and beating should be avoided, and the battle axe prevented... that's how I reduce the number of Trents.

Compared to a dragon, it's a miscellaneous fish, or the Trents, who might be weaker than a blackgee if they do poorly.

That's why he needed to turn into a tree because he's weak, and he fights with that in mind... there's only one Trent left, and that's all Narbant is up against.

It's not that Trent has a face or anything, so that's just how I feel... The last Trent is totally backwards, trembling to the point where he's about to cry, and if he should run away, he says that I'm frightened... from my expression, a narbant seems to have guessed about it.

"These monsters can't escape even if they want to.

At the price of offering himself a grudge, reason is ruled by the grudge, instinct is ruled by the grudge... I am ordered to kill the grudge, etc., to spread the grudge a little.

Whatever moves around to win the battle, it's not contaminated by air... from their point of view, it's contaminated by air other than air, it's never allowed to escape in front of this earth.

That's the monster's biggest weakness... and the pathetic part.

If it is... then it is mercy that will take you down and purify your temper so that you can return to the path of nature.

If you purify him, he'll go around... and someday he'll be reborn into a proper fruit tree. "

I wonder if you were listening to that word of Narbant... like a semi-frequent, Trent rushes towards us.

Me and Narbant waved the weapon in their hands almost simultaneously against it... Trent, whose upper body was crushed by my battle axe and lower body by Narbant's axe, fell and lay low if he lost his power.

After the battle, Narbant began to dismantle the Trents as quickly as possible.

First take out the demon stone, drop the leaves from the branches, collect the fallen leaves in the digged holes... or put the Trent crumbs over the leaves, take out the windy pile of iron, strike a knife on it... spark like a firestone, fire with breath, slowly make the fire bigger.

"I wonder if this is how a quick way to purify would burn it.

Even leaves like this are part of a monster, because it's pathetic if all the beasts walking there eat them by mistake... it would be good to purify them thoroughly and then bury them in the dirt.

The only thing I take home is Demon Stone and this wood... not just Trent wood for use in Demon Stone furnaces.

... See, Boy, why don't you pick up the leaves scattered there too "

And so I gathered the leaves of the trees scattered by Trent and the others, as Narbant said, without leaving any small shards behind.