It's all one flower.

We lose room to consider stray bullets and fire into the dark clouds. The rifle bullet went through the side of the Warcraft and set up a small earthen smoke on the ground in front of the riot.

The boy soldier Morph, who did not have to hit anyone and returned to me, wiped the cold sweat.

The fisherman's grandfather says something in powerful words. The water wall that was left behind moved, although it was erected to protect Medvege.

A water mass of about three drum cans can be beaten by a four-eyed wolf with a horse's length, wrapped in a gray warcraft and floated in the universe.

The four-eyed wolf scratched the water vigorously with his limbs and stepped down to the fallow land.

The wet bristles were applied and became smaller one turn, but the muscles that protruded successfully were accentuated, and the rejection looked strong.

"I didn't know it was okay to pour water into my lungs..."

Old fisherman Aviace loses his complexion.

A four-eyed wolf shook himself at the end of his gaze and paid for the droplets. A mass of water flew in like a spear on its neck. The moment the tip touches, the meat and wet hair can bounce with the light.

When the water mass returned, there was a vigilante from the village next to the two east scattered over fallow land.

Take the silver arrow from the returned water and grip it.

"Right! [Two Devil's Arrows]

Aviace's complexion improved.

It's a weapon that I never lent out of my mobile broadcaster Praether Missa equipment.

The other twelve arrows are also carried into thin chunks of water, stabbing the warcraft like the tips of a spear.

Unlike real spears and rifle ballistics, the water currents bent freely at the will of the operator, avoiding allies and hitting gray fur.

"Have you finally finished filling your magic"

The fisherman's grandfather's grunt revives yesterday's story on the boy soldier Morph's head. [The Devil's Arrow] is powerful once activated, but I heard that the shortcoming is a long preparation for the next one.

This magic arrow activates the effect of a spell inscribed on a spell, even if you don't know it.

Three types of thirteen were lent by mobile broadcaster Praetermissa: [Arrow of Light] [Arrow of the Wind] [Arrow of Demonic Extinction].

Due to the time taken to fill the magic, it cannot be maintained for long periods of time and must be allowed just before firing.

Not just bow shooting, but stabbing with your hand activates it, but contact with the Warcraft is extremely dangerous.

Medvege protruded the magic sword into the arrow wound. The magic is almost exhausted and the sharpness should be the same as that of a sword, but the magical attack will stab the fur away without difficulty. Pull out the sword with the momentum of kicking the warcraft's shoulder and keep waving it up.

Medvege and the hunter, and the vigilante with the great sickle, stabbed Todome, and one, and another, and a four-eyed wolf, lay on fallow land.

Nor is the vigilante intact, and the wounded [leap] and leave the battlefield one after the other.

The destination is the village where mobile broadcasters stop.

In the small and medium school infirmary, the spelldoctor Septentorio stands by with the magic medicine provided by the pharmacist Ne.

The fisherman's grandfather holds a spell and watches the battle.

... Since I'm here, you can't go to the helper knife.

Boy soldier Morph cursed his helplessness.

As many four-eyed wolves as the other wolves were injured by hand, but the things that grew up to be about horses had no teeth at all in a normal rifle.

Shooting poorly hits an ally.

... I wish you hadn't come if it was enough to be a foothold.

Regrettably, the hand loads the bullet unconsciously.

"There he goes!

I looked up reflexively at the hunter's scream.

Of the two remaining heads, one rushes up with a blood splash. I don't run to the woods because there are two mud-currenting walls built by vigilantes next to me in the east with [manicured water].

... here, you seem the weakest.

The fisherman's grandfather cast a spell and poked his hand with a spell at the warcraft.

The muscle of light stretches from the piece of paper, twisting like a snake and wrapping it around a four-eyed wolf. An excessive warcraft was slammed to the ground.

Medvege chased him, choosing his back wound with a magical sword. When I wonder if the Warcraft's body has been stretched for a moment, it will soon turn into ash and scatter in the wind as soon as I scream. The ashes also vanished before they reached the ground.

"Did you hit the nucleus of existence"

Aviace exhaled and slapped her hand on the ashes of the spell that unleashed her power.

Not one of the remaining hunters wore a keri.

Mud streams become ground and one, and only water crawls through fallow land, collecting blood stained with the earth and the remains of warcraft. The people in charge of [the arrows of the devil] drew a circle on the ground and put [the furnace] on the ground.

The fisherman's grandfather washes out Medvege's return blood with [dried water] and cooks it in the [furnace].

Next to burning the blood first, a vigilante switches his weaponized farm tool to a pench, breaking the fangs of a four-eyed wolf.

They can sell it to the material store for the value there.

"You're a powerless people, but you're amazing."

"Where did you get that sword move?

Green-haired vigilantes smile at Medvege. The old man wiped the sweat with the back of his hand that still wouldn't stop when it was washed and smiled back.

"A lot of things. It's hotter than that. Let me go home."

"Ahh!"

The people of the lake seemed to think that the [crystal of magic] held by Morph and Medvege had exhausted their power and that the [heat resistance] of the ribbon had expired.

Morph, for the first time since he was told, also realized he was sweaty.

... Finished... but I couldn't defeat one head.

The boy soldier Morph leaves the straw-loaded carrier and leaves the enclosure of [the wall of true water].

"I should have been gone."

"Boy helped me with the first shot."

"To? But..."

"We were brave enough to prove that even a normal weapon would look good."

"Otherwise, I'd be mortified by who goes first, and it'd be worse"

"Thanks"

Sent to words of thanks, the morphs returned in Aviace's [jump] to the village where everyone waited.