Graduated from Witchcraft Institute

It was far-fetched, nothing more.

Though I thought it was my responsibility to command the troops, at the same time I was disgusted with myself to recruit all the frustrations without being able to accept that reality.

"Lefania! What are you going to do, you stay like this and you're doomed!

"I know! That's why I'm thinking!

"Do you have time to think about it?! You'll see!

"Shut up! I can't think about it, so shut up!

Rudd, the deputy commander of the unit, is rushing to make a decision.

I know.

I know that.

But the faster I think I won't hurry, the less I can think about it.

─ ─ As the leader of the Elf Warriors regiment, I brought five Elf Warriors to this cave for the Oak exorcism.

I, Lephania, was entrusted with the leadership of the warriors because I was the most extraordinary warrior in the elves inside.

There are so many elves living in the elves in which we live that not a little more than a hundred people live.

It was us who lived peacefully every day in the settlements in the rich woods, but recently the anomalies began to occur.

It's an oak.

The elves inside often saw orcs in the neighborhood, and at last substantial damage began to occur.

It's like an elf that went out inside was attacked by a group of orcs and fled for life, or was found dead thinking another elf was in the hands of an orc.

In addition, some elves went missing outside the interior during the same period, and this is also seen as the work of the oak.

It was an elf of a woman, an idea that shook herself in decadence and anger as the same woman, imagining from the ecology of an oak that was supposedly reproduced by attacking other races to conceive.

It's just that Orc is a menace with frightening powers, but also a dull fool at the same time.

With the agility and magical power of our elf warriors, it's not that hard to outdo them with overall strength, even though it can be said that skill and vitality are out of step.

But not everyone in the elf inside has the skill to fight.

Even if for us warriors we are not more fearful opponents than we need to be, for the amateur of battle we are nothing but a fearful threat.

Therefore the elders in the midst decided to gather us together with strength as warriors to slap the orc twists.

And as its leader, I was nominated to reach this cave.

To the point of knocking down the oak at the entrance watch, it was an easy job.

Sleeping well at the end with a sleeping (sleep) spell planted by several of us simultaneously, including me, he snuck up and killed the steeple simultaneously with a slender sword in his hand (Rapier).

I was surprised that he tried to storm the steeple even though it was pierced at the top of several places, but it still didn't matter, and the oak on the watch ran out quickly.

Now that I think about it, it may not have been a good idea that this went too well.

Occupying the flavor, we mistake this oak crusade for an easy job.

We got so caught off guard that there was no excuse if we were cursed that we had been peacefully bogged down in a long, peaceful life.

As we proceeded through the cave, we reached the room where the three orcs were waiting.

We leaped into the room and, just as on the lookout ahead, explored trying to exhaust it with a sleeping (sleep) spell.

But now the only thing I slept with was just one of the three bodies.

Struck by the two remaining bodies, we stood up.

Even though the oak is blunt, its arm and life force are just as sharp, and it's all too sudden and rampant for us to stab it again and again with skinny swords (rapiers) and bows and arrows without fading away.

And this one, on the other hand, will be fatally wounded if you hit the oak attack directly even with one blow.

In terms of offense, endurance, it was a battle on too unfavourable terms.

Also in the narrow cave, it is also significant that we did not make the most of the elf's agility.

The little escape space called the cave was the field of the Orcs.

And finally, one fellow who couldn't cope with the unexpected move of a rambling oak was instantly killed with a direct hit of a stick to the head.

Only one of them made the sacrifice in that battle.

We were all breathless when we had stacked several attacks and managed to finish defeating the Orcs.

Still, I should have at least withdrawn at this stage.

But with the blood on my head, I decided to sweep the oak of this cave when my companion's death would be in vain if I left like this.

Though my fellow warriors generally agreed with my decision and some disagreed, they eventually agreed, albeit perhaps.

─ ─ The result is our current tragedy.

I had heard of the existence of superior species of wisdom in orcs as well.

But I might have unconsciously truncated the possibility of meeting it here.

All I can say is that I was being foolish because of the blood on my head.

As a result, we were lured into a room, trapped.

He was driven to the trail like a good one and surrounded by numerous oaks.

Two of my buddies fell into a pit that was set up in the room where they were driven.

Now at the bottom of the hole, one is groaning in pain and the other is an unconscious weight.

There were a number of pointed rocks positioned at the bottom of the pit, one or so hitting him hard on the back, one or the head.

Meanwhile, there are three companions who can move, including me.

All of them are cornered in the room that became the trail, and from the only passage, the orcs approach us.

That number, five bodies in all.

Retreat is no match, nothing more than battle.

But this difference in number is not easy for a one-on-one opponent.

Besides...

"─ ─ Guaaaaaah!

"Rad! Ku... If they use a magic arrow (magic missile), they can do it...!

One of the orcs, an individual with a tin wand who thought he was a superior species and leader of a group, has unleashed a spell of magic arrows (magic missiles) along with a chant of spells.

An arrow of light pierced Rad's abdomen at high speed, and the flesh of that part was swept away.

Seriously wounded. He won't be able to fight anymore.

"─ Wow! Don't come!

When I heard the scream and looked at the other fellow, two orcs were running into him.

"Calfoss! Kuh......!

But I can't afford to go help him, either.

Because another two orcs were on their way, too, before me leaning against the fallen rad.

And behind it, a leader and a thoughtful spell-maker orc are starting to chant their next spell.

"Oh my...!

I stand up and erect the slender sword (Rapier) in my hand.

Two giants, like an oak looking up, approach me with an intimidating thrust.

But if it's just the two of them, with my agility and swordsmanship, they'll be able to cross each other.

The problem is the spell-user oak behind it.

If we don't do something about that, we're done getting shot through one by one with a magic arrow (magic missile).

Then there's one tactic to take.

"─ I'll let you go through there!

I rushed towards the "middle" of two orcs approaching me.

Put an aura on your leg strength and kick the ground hard.

Not now if you're dealing with miscellaneous fish.

Even if it's somewhat risky, we can sneak up on these guys and use the spell behind them.

"─ Oh, yes...!

-But then.

An intense impact struck my abdomen like a hammer.

"Whoa, whoa...! Oh, guh..."

I'm in front of two oaks, I can't stop kneeling and removing my slender sword (Rapier).

I saw one of the two orcs - the individual on the left - slowly pull that fist, as I tried to pass between them.

That was, apparently, a fist thrust into my abdomen.

Then that oak grabs and lifts my chest barn and makes me worldly.

"Gu, uhh, sooo... too fast, ru... no way, you too, superior, seed...!

To affirm that word of mine, the oak that grabbed me up distorted its ugly pig face.

That oak throws the stick in the other hand unconstructively.

Then with that empty hand, he put his hand on my clothes.

"Hey, what... no way..."

- Billy, Billy, Billy!

Orc tore away the clothes I was wearing for nothing.

"Become... stop, do...! Are you going to humiliate me……!?"

As for the ecology of the oak, I meant to be aware of it.

But no way, in this phase......

But my prediction was, apparently, correct.

Orc turned his big hand toward my body, where my clothes were torn.

And so I gave up, and I accidentally tried to close my eyes, and it was then.

"─ Thunder strike (lightning bolt)!

A flash of light ran into my sight, along with the voice of an unfamiliar, stern man.

At the same time, the roar of gao stumbles on my ear.

"What..."

That was lightning.

A blinking flash of lightning was piercing through the head of the oak holding me up and baking and melting.

The oak, which melted the surface of his head in a drool, let me go and fell, making a loud noise, not beside me, which was dropped to the ground.

With a buttcake, I see a further sight of surprise.

The spellman's oak was also burned at the same time by the lightning bolt earlier, falling to the ground.

And one man with a cane, standing in the aisle ahead.

That was apparently human.

Slightly longer, he wears a dark green robe of the kind often worn by human mages.

Looks like he's about half his age, like a boy and a young man, looks a little on the top of the Buddha, but his face is neat.

Its brown hair and eyes are by no means distinctive, but to me now, for some reason, its appearance seemed sparkling.

And from beside the mortal man, three girls were running.

From what I saw, he looked like a human, a human, an animal man.

The girls began attacking the floating oaks.

They work together precisely and take the life of the orcs one after the other.

Especially since the fighting power of the girl in the strange empty costume was sobering and although she received support from the magician's man, she was almost alone and quickly ended up with two orcs.

And when the other two girls worked together to clean up the whole damn oak, still, those were the only threats the orcs had ever been rid of.

One of the girls, a cleric-like figure in a white robe, rushes over to Rad for a healing miracle.

Another beastly little girl was taking the rope out of her luggage and unloading it into the pit.

Meanwhile, as the mage style man walked up to me, he took the blanket out of his luggage bag and put it on me.

"Are you all right?

The face of the man who worried me so much could not be described as expressive in flattery.

But for some reason, I felt it was reassuring.