Imperial Knights entering the Spirit Forest, as well as elf-class knights and biological operators intercepting. The first clash was intense, but soon the elf side collapses.
The cause would be a bullet run out.
Now that the magic drifting through the woods has diminished, the magic (cost) of biological operators activating magic has increased significantly.
(Here he comes.)
A wavy, long-haired, makeup thick mature woman who crooks and laughs at her face in a crimson A-grade cockpit.
Spread out in front of you is the landscape of a two-story wooden house built against the backdrop of a trunk of a world tree. With less sacrifice, they cut through the woods, and the Imperial Knights finally reached their destination.
Behind me was a Grade B over ten horsemen, waiting for the decree to come out.
"Go on!
Grade A, crimson without a single tour, sets up a sword and jumps in.
'Old or child, they unleash knightly attack magic. You have to forgive me if you don't want to die!
The Imperial Knights return and indulge in the husky external voice of the mature Viscount.
No one to refuse, no one to show disgust. Because before I got here, there were those who were shot from behind for missing something and lost their colleagues.
"Anger at My Sweetness"
There is no hesitation in them to chest it.
Kick up and destroy a two-story wooden house about the height of the knight's crotch, on his knees. Tread the popping residents carefully with their feet.
Running around deliberately trampling and crushing the side of an elf-C class defending the inside unable to move in the way of residents and residents, he prevents magic with a shield and slaps a one-handed sword and blows it up.
"Evacuate!
At that time, a crimson A level without a shield leaps while screaming in external audio. The same is true of the Imperial Class B you heard, flying in the direction of your thoughts without worrying about the landing site.
Shortly afterwards, extensive lightning struck their position.
"Heh, what the hell. Elves kill their own people."
Crooked laughter of the mature Viscount, echoing inside the cockpit. The attack magic of the high elves did more damage to the inhabitants than the Imperial Knight did.
The fire-breathing wooden house immediately burns to the neighboring house and spreads to the surrounding area.
"It's a shame about magic, but I'll just help you out a little bit."
Crimson Class A deliberately uses acceleration by hovers for travel, and windy strong winds further strengthen the firehand momentum.
The rising airflow that occurred caused smoke to pour in from behind her as well.
(The guys behind you, they seem to be trying.)
The rear knights, who were unable to participate in the battle broadly, were turning to the woods on fire, just like the mature Viscount, with fire arrows (fire arrows) and the wind magic generated in their legs.
A high-elf hall set on the trunk of a world tree, the source of thunder. The Crimson Knight hangs there, sprays the hover and jumps in.
"You have to hit it! Such a thing."
Mature Viscount with her left hand on her waist and feeling her gaze in her uterus (sensor). Fire Arrows (Fire Arrows), Thunder Arrows (Thunder Arrows), Water Bullets, etc. Attributes wield a variety of attack magic, approaching the World Tree.
Her situation, in which the will to fight arose, was exactly that of the Mad Warrior (Berserker).
At this time, that fighting power is more than Uncle Rosehip. Maybe it was beyond the old samurai, the chief of the knighthood.
'I'll pay you back what I owe you. Turn on the interest. Come on.'
Output external audio so that it can be heard.
"Not enough? I'm sorry. I'll keep it in mind so that not one of you stays."
Grade A in crimson, climbing the branches of the world tree about the height of the knight's chest, with his two-handed sword raised high on the upper level.
The High Elf Hall is the front of the knight's umbilical. Ideal position to inflict a weight slaughter.
At the moment of being swung down, the blade of the two-handed sword is knocked into the high elf hall with the tip of the sword exceeding the speed of sound and the bursting sound that pierces the ear.
But on the verge of breaking glass, it can be pushed away just in front of the building.
"Well, if you don't resist, there's no tension."
Shake it up again and shake it down with all your strength. I only need a very small amount of magic because it's all about moving the golem.
"What happened to attack magic? Ah? Can you help me protect you?
Repeat five times while laughing. Finally, the magic barrier covering the hall is smashed, and the two-handed sword smashes the hall of the high elf.
"I'll give you back the fire."
Cut off the external audio and break the hall with a sword in mind, remove the short wand (Wand) and tap the fire arrow (Fire Arrow).
Grade A in crimson making sure the wreckage burns up and jumps off the trunk and looks up at the world tree. Whether the firepowder that had risen from the inside ignited it, or the branch tip of the world tree, etc., was also starting to blow smoke.
"Somehow, it's a lot easier to catch fire. It doesn't look like the world's famous tree."
A mature Viscount with a frightened voice.
It was something she did not know, but the world tree was beginning to wither from the edge with the recoil of shooting the Spirit Cannon. Because it was not a raw tree, it would have burned more easily.
(It burns out, but it takes on a monthly basis?
Inside the elf becomes a sea of fire, and the flames rise to the height of the knight's chest. Crimson Class A stands up in its midst, but riders are unaffected by high defensive performance.
The mature Viscount was in the cockpit, watching the flames boiling with satisfaction.
(I took my vengeance. Do you mind if I say so?
Floating in the back of the brain are the residents and representatives of the northern city, which for a short time has become a mature Viscount Territory. It is the figure of a skinny old face deputy who has supported me for a long time.
As he laid his hand on the trunk of the world tree and immersed himself in sentiment, he noticed a certain glow.
(The roots of the world tree, glowing?
She doesn't know, but that's something close to Tauro's "Demon Eye". The mature Viscount, who came here and grew one step at a time, acquired the power to see the magic flow.
(I don't know what it is, but this is the weakness of the world tree. Break this place and this tree will die)
Without a moment's hesitation, the mature Viscount lets Grade A wield a two-handed sword. Sticking with full force won't reach you at once.
"You're gonna die, too. Whoa!
Strike the tip of your sword over and over again and approach the point where it arrives with one more blow. At that time, however, I ran to the uterus (sensor) with the heat of being pressed against Matsuaki Tamaki.
(Shh!
It is the gaze of someone, aimed at themselves. Even with an immediate exit, he unexpectedly pulls his arm and hits his tongue.
(Shit. at a time like this)
The blade tip that penetrated deeply bit and couldn't pull it out.
Get your hands off the sword immediately, but only slightly slower. An arrow of light (magic missile) flying from the shadow of smoke hits the chest of a crimson knight, leaving a big hole open.
"My lord!
Raise your sad voice with external audio, Imperial class B. Grade A, crimson without responding to the call, falls from its back to the sea of fire.
It was only obvious at first sight that the rider could not help.
"Back off!
It was the armored warrior of the old samurai leading the main battalion who broke the class B ahead. Re-emitted arrows of light (magic missiles) are bounced diagonally upwards with shields.
And while serpentine with his slippery feet, he heads to a position where he thinks he has an archer at incredible speeds.
(Not as powerful as the Red Lotus Arrow (Flame Arrow), but they shoot at short intervals. among the elves, not a coarse rider)
Send most of them and stream some with the shield of a national treasure. Towards a clearer firing point, the armored warrior gradually packs the distance.
(See you then)
Beyond the smoke you can get in, behind the woods trees. There was a knight there who had never seen a staff (rifle) set up.
(Class B?
It looks like a different form from a thorny knight, supposedly an A-level elf. Where you are not claiming a strong personality, there is something close to Elf B Class.
But this blue and silver knight has a distinctly different texture. There was a sense of luxury that was plain but not good.
(Archer defeating Class A with one blow. Is this the Ghost Knight?
After dropping Landburn, it was Awok that the Imperial Army went further east. Led by the Imperial Marquis, the Class A Horsemen have been defeated by two arrows of light (Magic Missiles).
The attack, which caused fatal injuries with a single blow to the chest, was very similar to that reported by the Ghost Knight.
(But)
Go to the front of the archer while you question him.
(Why do you keep shooting in the same position? position would be misaligned)
For that reason, I was prepared to discover it without feeling so dangerous.
Still, if you take a blow, it is a destructive force that will be crushed even in grade A. Because of this old man's evasive abilities and gall strength, it seems that way.
(Highly capable, but not new American as a warrior)
Already one foot at a time. Distance of an old samurai who is a martial artist. I'd say the battle is settled.
But the opponent did not realize it, staring at the elegant western-style shield held by the armored warrior and leaking external audio.
"... so, Sono Shield, we no"
The old samurai, with one eyebrow curved wide, leaps into his nostalgia in an instant with his knight low. The opponent tries to point the wand (rifle) at us, but he can't make it.
'This shield is not yours. Your Majesty's. "
An armored warrior who, at the same time speaking, penetrates deep and sharp, single-edged swords into the chest armor.
(Huh?)
I distorted my eyebrows because I felt uncomfortable. A unique tremor that occurs in the knight when he kills the pilot. It didn't come from the sword.
But I realize that I can't afford to think about the surrounding sights. The fire that turned to the woods continued to spread, and his vision was very poor with smoke.
The fire that lit the tip of the branch on the underside of the world tree is not yet extinguished. If we keep going like this, there 'll be a fire all over us sooner or later.
It's not dangerous to stay.
Huge tree with a thousand meters high and four thousand meters leafy. The branches pouring down in the course of burning down don't know how much damage they do.
Giving up the enemy knight's retrieval, the armored warrior retreats and goes. If the old samurai knew what the rider was like, they wouldn't have stopped their hands.
We should have thoroughly processed it and let the search take place if there was anyone else. Even in the woods around the fire.
(Can't fit, so far?)
On this day, the inside of the elf fell.
There are no prisoners. For the imperial side refused to negotiate anything, and trampled and burned it down, regardless of age, gender, or position.
But it naturally calls for strong resistance. The victor, the Empire, also lost about 30% of its military power.
At the same time, this is the playroom of a certain whorehouse in the pleasure district of the Imperial City.
A hairy old man, such as a manual worker, grabbed the butt of a woman who made her crawl on all fours with both hands, slamming her hips indifferently.
Monotonic anterior and posterior motion by mechanical, tongue dripping from wide open mouth, and unfocused eyes. It's hard to understand because the indoor lighting is suppressed, but it's obviously not normal.
"Ugh."
A woman who speaks abruptly and trembles her body. The next time I waved my ass and tried to escape, I guess it was because the man couldn't stop and suffered.
But men don't forgive. Against the unbearably crushed woman, the man continued to poke her in an arm-and-forth position.
(It would be the Stone Theory who gives a long kiss here and rests the woman)
And it goes with the woman's second time, and the man side also puts it out. Really beautiful as a play.
I think I'm gripping the sheet and biting my lower lip, but it would be a terrible argument. Because it's her magic that put the man in this state.
(I can't help it, can I? all this)
Because some people are so old that they mistakenly see it as' Elderlich ', they didn't just deceive it by darkening it.
"I've lived a long time in the world of men, the survival of the Elf royalty"
This is who she is. He fled the northern city before the fire arrow (Fire Arrow) poured down and leaned over here.
(Ugh)
My face was even more distorted because there was something hot in my stomach. A loud groan is heard from behind, and the man who let her go falls from his back into bed.
Immediately changing her position, Elda begins to rub her bike in the air. He approximated the hairy old man who began to snore, pointing his toes to the ceiling and continuing to kick the universe.
(... Not bad. Lifespan seems to increase just a little)
I feel the life force of the received man stain all over my body, my legs down and exhale loudly. Next, I think about the cause I crossed before the man.
(Where was I being poked, could there have been a steeple?
I'll explore in my head, but the answer that came out was' no '. With hundreds of years and this work going on, there will be no mistake.
(I can't believe I screwed up control of my body. Oh, my God, it's probably because of the years)
Exhale again and shake your head to the left or right to wake yourself up and head to the old man who is falling. Snoring turned to a restful sleep when he squeezed his hands on his face and crushed the spell.
Nodding satisfactorily, he wipes away sweat and other things with a wet towel.
(I wonder if it's like this)
The old man woke up near the end of playing time. It was after Elda wore makeup perfectly and clothes.
"Yes, this, though less"
Apparently the hairy old man was more satisfied than he thought beforehand. Words are backwards, giving more chips to Elda with a full grin.
By the way, in Imperial Capital, we don't use brainwashing magic. The magic used to combat insomnia is only diluted and used.
The old man was oddly neat, probably because his lust for sleep was satisfied as well as sex.
"Thank you. I'm glad you liked it."
Elda smiles elegantly and receives a sincere thank you. Enough storage, but still extraordinary income keeps my heart warm.
(That's right. at the market on the way home, buy a little snake and go)
All I can think of is a black snake waiting at home. The spiritual beast of this snack must be fed raw from time to time because of its snake food.
Elda worked hard today in exotic lands to live and provide for her family.