I Was a Sword When I Reincarnated (WN)

When I started engaging with the armies of the Warcraft for a while.

I've recovered a lot of my magic, but I haven't gotten to full capacity yet. But there was no way the Warcraft could have taken this situation from us.

"Gallulululu"

"Gao on!"

"I'm here full of big guys"

"Is this where it's supposed to be?

"Good day."

"Ooh!"

Dozens of giant warcraft strike at Fran, including lizards as long as 4 meters long, giant lions with green body hair, and high orgasms with iron sticks.

I don't care how many hundred miscellaneous fish you hit, you realized you couldn't stop Fran.

These are the fairly strong Warcraft: Threat E, D. It's a level where you can ravage villages on your own. Regardless, if you're one-on-one, you're definitely not the one to lose, but the numbers are pretty high. You won't be able to be alarmed.

Moreover, the ranged attacks of the miscellaneous fish continue as usual.

"Ursi, reduce the number from the shadows."

"On!"

Be careful not to be surrounded.

One-on-one doesn't make Ursi lose. Still, it would be dangerous to slap.

"I'll prevent ranged attacks, Fran defeat the nearby Warcraft!

"Mmm!"

Fran burst into the Warcraft without cowardice. He scratches the forelegs of the Warcraft, which also have about his own torso, sleuthing the horns thicker than the poles, and dances into the herds of the Warcraft.

"Ha!"

"Galloovo!"

"It's late!"

"Kishaaaa!"

"There!"

"Gigi!"

Exactly. It's hard to pin down this level of enemies with one blow, but you could still knock them down with a few shots now. Me, when I was freshly reincarnated, you were dying against this ranked Warcraft opponent. You're saying I'm stronger, not just Fran.

One companion after the other is buried, conveying that the Warcraft are bewildered. Even though there's no way the little creature in front of us is stronger than ourselves. We're supposed to be our own bait no matter how we look at it. We are faster than ourselves, we are more aggressive than ourselves, and we emit immense magic.

If the excitement cools, the Warcraft seem to be able to calmly sense the strength of Fran as well.

His eyes mixed with the colour of fright. As far as that goes, it doesn't seem like someone is tying their spirit to slavery. Well, on the contrary, the threat increased. Anyway, it means that there are people who follow all these warcraft without taking control of the spirit.

The scariest part is if you were forced to hand it over with strength. I don't want to imagine how horrible an opponent it is to make more than 10,000 warcraft listen. Perhaps the threat would be more than A at the margin.

Fighting gets more intense while I'm thinking about it. Oh, it wasn't nothing up there, was it? He was doing his defense properly with his parallel thinking skills.

This is intense inside. Not just arrows and sorcery, but debris and sometimes the corpses of warcraft fly in. You think you don't mind hitting your fellow Warcraft, the aim was appropriate and the opposite was difficult to read.

Gradually, the warcraft that was coming at Fran decreases in number. But our depletion was also considerable. Because of this, I've halved the magic I've been recovering, and Fran is breathing on my shoulders.

He's already healed with heels, but he's been fighting all over his body, creating wounds large and small. With the return blood of the Warcraft and his own shed blood, his face and equipment are black and dirty. The Warcraft's blood isn't just red, so they look dos black when mixed together.

I'm going to purify it in small pieces because there's a risk that my vision will be taken away, but my face will soon turn black. There was no reason not to wear out in such a fierce battle.

"Fran, can you still go?

"Not yet!"

As if Fran were going to let himself wave, he shouted small and stared at the warcraft. As if pressured by that gaze, the Warcraft stop moving for a moment.

The other person also seems to have understood once again that Fran is not just a girl. Should I say that I have been understood?

Has anyone who can obey the Warcraft reflected on the foolishness of the gradual devotion of their power, or has changed the way they fight? Again, it looks like we're watching it somewhere. Could he be in this army? Is there a commanding individual who's been given strategic instructions in advance? In the first place, I don't even know how to give instructions to the Warcraft.

However, it will be certain that these warcraft are acting under a clear and united will.

(Master)

"Oh, troublesome."

The warcraft that was surrounding us go away sassy as the waves pull. Instead, five more powerful warcraft stood in front of us. All five of them are the Great Warcraft of Threat C. Probably the highest power of this army.

These are the level Warcraft that can drop a single Gringoat city. That's five. If these guys had continued their march without us being discovered, the Beast Nation must have been in an unsolved crisis.

It's the Bashar kingdom from the outside and the army of warcraft from the inside. It seems like it fits when the Beast King isn't around. Could there be a Bashar kingdom behind this warcraft? There's so much I don't know. No, not if you're thinking about that right now. We need to focus on the battle in front of us.

The trouble is, each of these guys was a different type of warcraft. The greatest multi-headed serpent warcraft has become Graphite Hydra. As its name suggests, it is a Hydra with a blackening pitch-black scale. The total length would be over 20 meters. In addition to its ability to play fast, it seems to be able to throw up braces of dark and poison attributes and flame attributes, big enough for each of the six necks to swallow a franc.

Crimson Wolf is the deep-red hairy wolf next to it. It is a powerful enemy that manipulates flame magic. Probably the Darkness Wolf fire attribute type, a Ursi species, perhaps the most balanced of the five.

There's another beast-shaped warcraft, Steele Titan Bear. As the name suggests, it's a giant bear over 10 meters, covered with hard skin and hair like steel. Special abilities are few, but simple defense and stat heights are top of the list out of 5. Arm strength was 1286 above even Graphite Hydra.

Next to the giant bear is a giant bug called Adamas Beatle. It just looked like it made the Hercules Wolf Butt about 8 meters, but it had a nasty skill to say magic resistant LV8. Besides, the crust is also very stiff, as the name suggests of Adamas. This was bad in nature because it also has the ability to fly fast.

A warcraft with dark skin in a shape close to a person, next to it, demons. It's a demon clan that I didn't tell you about. The title has become the Devil's Baron, whereas the guy who fought in the dungeon before was the Devil's Count. He's weaker than the Count in status, but this guy doesn't have a gap in his skills. This guy could have been stronger than that Devil Count who had restrictions because of his stupid dungeon master.

Even one is dangerous, but that's five. Moreover, the other warcraft that had so far surrounded Fran began to move. Let these five bodies deal with Fran, and the other Warcraft seem willing to advance. That's not good.

The only good thing was that it turns out these warcraft are more likely to have something to do with the dungeon? It seems that daemons are dungeon-specific species and cannot be summoned unless special procedures are used.

"Bad......"

(What do we do?

"I can't keep stopping the army of warcraft while I fight these guys"

That's too dangerous. If you don't fight as hard as you can, you're a tough opponent to win.

(then, fast knock it down)

'Oh, that's all I have. Let's do it!'