Graduated from Witchcraft Institute

I was a big eagle, flying through the sky.

When I heard the scout's elf report, I also went out on my own reconnaissance using a metamorphosis spell.

Quiet morning sky.

The rain clouds have already passed to the other side, and the weather is brisk.

But that doesn't indicate that all the difficulties have passed and that the future is completely bright.

Contrary to the weather, a major obstacle is still standing before us.

The obstacle is now marching through the forest where I'm flying.

It was a subrace with a giant green body - a flock of oaks.

The number of subhumans moving forward is more than thirty at the sight of a pah, and whether it extends to forty, etc.

(Have you put in one platoon? surprisingly tough hands)

That's how I evaluate enemy tactics as I look down at the herd of orcs under my eyes.

That number is about one-third of the total power of the oak.

As a result of not returning a squadron-sized battle force, let's just say that sending in three times that amount of force is an uninteresting but reasonable tactic.

The herd of oaks had left the elf settlement where the Finolas lived and headed in the direction where our temporary base is today.

I don't know on what basis you pointed all that great power in that direction, perhaps because no troops had returned towards that aspect.

Either way, it is a fairly accurate move as a result.

(Well, what to do...)

If the base defenses had been laid aside and all the troops had gone out, we could have rescued the prisoners from the base raid, but it just didn't seem that easy.

An enemy that strikes a reasonable hand has its own troubles.

It is only an exceptional circumstance that the oddity breaks the royal road, and the royal road of tactics is, after all, a mass maneuver by the great forces of war.

But on the contrary, this one has a hand in facing the king's way.

(If one platoon or so is the opponent, the frontal collision is probably the least risky)

I think so, tilt my wings, pivot, change direction.

Heading there is a temporary base where the Finolas are currently located.

There are currently as many as thirty Elf warriors assembled there.

Although not yet fully aligned, the request for support for the surrounding settlements had been successful and had secured considerably more force than yesterday's phase.

(There's no reason to have a stupid honest frontal collision, either. The challenge is to win while minimizing the loss of combat power. And...)

If I were in the enemy's shoes, I would definitely give that orc herd a "certain instruction".

We need to add that and set up an operation.

Speaking of what that "certain instruction" is, "if the hostile forces seem to be in their own hands, withdraw immediately and report it".

Perhaps the Oaks don't have the exact information or location on this one.

That would be a big advantage for this one.

Whether the enemy has human intelligence or not, it is impossible to act accurately without accurate and sufficient information.

That's like playing on-board play (Celtic) without the other pawn in sight.

If we do not give up our intelligence advantages, we will also be assured an advantage in the battlefield just for that matter.

So if you try the orcs, if the hostile forces were more powerful than you expected, it would be crucial to keep the drain on the force as low as possible and bring back enemy information at the same time.

And for this one, stopping it will be one of the important missions.

(Lead a herd of thirty or more orcs to siege them, destroy them so they don't miss the whole thing. Zero damage is desirable, or - there's no shortage in the challenge.)

While I ride in the wind, I spin my thoughts on specific ways to do this.

The policy soon solidified as I assembled my thoughts logically using my abilities, enemy allies' power differences and characteristics, and more as a material.

It's very different from sex.

(There's still something about being unsuitable for humans...)

I laughed so bitterly in my heart, winging the sky.