It's all one flower.

One of the vigilantes was stuck in a mowed chunk of grass. A borough cloth with chicken blood tangles in my legs.

He collapses greatly and lands his hands and one knee on the freshly plowed black soil. Seeing that the fork for pasture had left his hand and his posture was lower, the four-eyed wolf (Shiroku) jumped out of between the trees.

Juvenile soldier Morph pulls the trigger on the rifle. At the same time someone shouted, "Don't stand up," and a gunshot blasted into the fallow land at the end of August, when the cicada's voice was reduced.

The bullet plundered one flank and was sucked into the woods with slight blood and grey hair.

A silver arrow flew in late for one breath, poking at the cheek of another. The four-eyed wolf fell sideways, but jumped quickly.

The vigilante picked up a large fork with one knee on it and the pattern prevented the third fang.

And they that possess it rush up with a roar.

An old fisherman, Aviace, cast a spell that was completely familiar to Morph's ear and drew a large amount of water from [the infinite bottle]. A water wall is built next to Medvege, who has pulled out his magical sword.

Morph quickly pocketed (yes today) and loaded the next bullet.

... You can only shoot one shot at a time, that's inconvenient.

More like now, there's only one gun in this nearby village, and I have to give up.

This is also a bad part of a village with only wizards, poisonous vomiting inside, while aiming at the golden light moving in the woods.

The four eyes move around restlessly, and the group can't count a few in total.

Choose your prey carefully to avoid misfiring the vigilante.

The three heads that popped up and the vigilante who got the score got into the mess, and the hunter also changed his aim to the woods. Stand up in the shadow of a bunch of stacked straw and squeeze the bow to stop the movement.

The great sickle for pasture flashed and one head with four eyes rolled.

... what. Village guys, if you don't mind, you're strong.

Usually, while guarding the woods, he works in the field frightened and escapes with a [jump] life from a group of four-eyed wolves who unexpectedly appeared alike.

Morph and Medvege also helped watch and field work several times, but those who failed to chant in time were sacrificed, making this group stronger.

Every time, the escaped fruit (oh) man calls the hunter and the vigilante on duty, and procedurally drives him back to the woods at the spot, leaving many wounded.

But this is the first time I've set it up here.

In an old fisherman Aviace's proposal, he worked out an operation to attract (OBI) chickens because of the smell of their living blood.

Even if the three heads jumped out of the woods were raised to the Blood Festival, the other four-eyed wolves would not come out just to scratch.

Neither do we seek the vengeance of our fellow men, nor do we abandon them and flee. Half-assed.

Morphs breathe. Several pairs of eyes were about the height of an adult's hips.

The gray Warcraft moving around under the leaking day bows his head, lowers his posture and alerts the humans.

... How much cannibalism does this make me this big?

Morph wiped his hand sweat with his pants and rebuilt his rifle.

Some of them are concerned about the tree standing behind them frequently.

Walls accidentally grew out of the woods.

Soil and fallen leaves cover the sesame grass and rise. The smell of wet soil in the woods reached the morphs.

The walls wave like creatures.

A group of four-eyed wolves are driven to the walls of the mud stream and out under the summer sun.

Another village vigilante lined up on the national highway shrunk the siege of twitching [manicured water] by turning far away from being noticed by a group of warcraft.

The height of the wall is not so high. A four-eyed wolf with unfamiliar objects in his eyes chose a way to escape to an armed man.

Probably because I've always been a "weak prey".

... all the bastards I licked.

Juvenile soldier Morph set his aim on one head that flew a short distance from the vigilante and pulled the trigger with force in his belly.

Now he hit the middle of the flank, and the grey warcraft screamed and fell. Immediately he woke up and a bullet stuck in his torso was painted (smudged) with blood and ejected. Groans low and turns around.

I knew it was a fuzzy bullet.

"But you're not."

Medvege runs out with a magical sword in his hand.

The voice of the old fisherman Aviace follows the driver.

"Where to?

"It's a scalpel. Maybe he's not coming this way! Say hello to the boy!

Medvege answered as he ran, joining the vigilante in a brawl fighting with farm tools.

The vigilante gained momentum and attacked more aggressively than Morph expected.

A white, shining sickle strikes the neck of a four-eyed wolf with a single blow. They also sustained deeper scratches than bullets that could not be used in any way.

The hunter gives up the bow and replaces it with a bow.

... I can't believe I used it this way, even though it's not a monster.

He loaded the next bullet and set up a rifle in the safe zone with the warcraft to escape.

The edge of the forest is blocked by mud streams, and the Warcraft have no choice but to flee to fallow lands.

Several people get their tibia (shins) chewed up and rolled to the ground.

The boy soldier let the head of the warcraft through the enclosure hit him, but the big man as much as the horse didn't even freak out.

"Yabe! Come here!"

Morph rose himself from the straw of the camouflage in a hurry.