Legend

"Seto, there's no one around you, is there?

"Gru."

To Ray's call, Seto tinkles his throat.

There is currently one and one in the midst of a jungle full of silence.

Already on the other side of the forest there is no such thing as a kingship that can be described as the main formation of the Royal Mireana Army, and there are only about a small beast around except Ray and Seto.

The undead, including skeletons and zombies, also attacked the Royal Mireana Army somewhat, but were almost kicked in the sleeve with armor, just what should be known as passivity.

"Wait for me to hear from you later... no, I didn't have to wait"

Feel the signs of the person approaching us rapidly and remove the Death Size from the Mystering on your right hand.

Of course I didn't expect to be attacked by the enemy in this place under the forces of the Kingdom of Mireana side of the Seremouth Plains, but I still didn't imitate it like I lacked caution.

This is already a battlefield. Whatever happens, it's not weird.

But such Ray's anxiety soon ends in worry. Did you hear where Ray was in advance, because the person came into the lurking grove of Ray and Seto with little hesitation? I looked more familiar in the face of the man who came into the woods.

"You sure are the wolf of the meadow..."

A meadow wolf that Ray drew in and introduced to Dusker as a scout for the Larks territorial army. One of those members, a man who's been tangled up in Ray saying he's not convinced of Egg's judgment. However, even if the face looks familiar, the person in front of me was only involved and fought once, so I don't even remember his name and he has a mouth cage.

I tried to say something for a moment with my gaze at Ray like that, but I guess I decided it wasn't the case. Exhale and open your mouth.

"Oh, it's a quiltus lightly embellished by you. So, I brought a message from Mr. Egg. Soon, each other's envoys will make their own surrender recommendations and start the fight, so get ready.... and since there are quite a few dragon knights confirmed over there, you also told me to be careful"

Ray reacts with Pickle to the word Dragon Knight.

I stroke Seto's head while he looks disgusted.

"A dragon knight? I hear you're pretty strong, but you've never fought before.... What about you?

Quilts, who was gazed at, shook his neck sideways as he looked sincerely disgusted.

"Give me a break. A Dragon Knight is an elite among the knights and the elite, isn't it? Instead of spending a hell of a lot of money to maintain, that fighting power is nothing compared to a normal knight. Plus, he's the one who can fly. If the bandits had hit us right, we wouldn't have won first. We're devastated. I wonder if Mr. Egg can get away with it.... Honestly, I know what you're capable of. But did you say something about a griffon ceto? I don't know how strong he is. I don't know what you're up to, but you should definitely stop dealing with dragon knights... and more than one."

Surprisingly, it was definitely a word to worry about Ray that leaked out of Quilts' mouth.

"I know what you're talking about, but still, this war is dangerous without some impotence.... Anyway, the decree was helpful. I think it's time for me to get out, so you keep working."

That's what I'm saying, Ray, I'm moving closer to Seto.

With such a ray in his eyes, Quiltos accidentally opens his mouth again.

"Hey, so you're telling me if you're flying in the sky, the Dragon Knight will find you, right? I don't know what you're willing to do, but I don't know what to do if I find you..."

It was also a quilt I tried to recruit, but I tilt my neck when I saw that Ray's face did not have such colors as sad readiness or despair.

I don't care what happens to fighting the Dragon Knight myself, because Ray in front of me looked like he had some chance.

"... what are you going to do?

"What, it's not that hard to talk about. When it comes to dragon knights, you're the one who ends up riding them, right?

"No, well, that's true,"

"Then, no matter how many dragon knights say they are strong, there is a limit to the altitude at which dragons can rise. The higher you ascend, the duller the knights move. And the dragon knight dragon is a flying dragon, not a wise dragon. Similar to the monsters around here. … of course, I understand how capable it is."

To Ray's description, Quiltos gives a subtle look.

Even for quilts, I know mountains will have lower temperatures than flatlands than being bandits. I had a prediction that that would be what Ray was saying...

"But that's the same for you, isn't it? If you can't stand dragon knights at altitude, can you?

Such natural questions come to mind, and I honestly put them in my mouth.

But Ray smiles and shakes his head in response to that question.

"I have hobbies and practical magic items. Pretty strong in terms of cold and heat in that relationship"

To be precise, Ray's dragon robe is the key to this one, but Ray doesn't like it as much as he does.

It was Quiltos who nodded as he was convinced by Ray's question like that... but inadvertently that gaze is directed to Seto standing next to Ray.

"Does that magic item also work on griffons?

"No, you don't. But I don't want Seto with the griffons around here. This level of manoeuvre is easy to do."

Ray returns the words as he strokes Seto's head.

In fact, I had tried a few times before on a set to see how far altitude I could get, and in doing so I was able to reach a fairly thin spot of air. It's probably because this area is still not a normal griffon, but a ceto created by warcraft using Ray's immense magic.

"... well. Well, I get that story. Then I'll go back to Mr. Egg's place, but you don't mind?

"Oh, do that.... and ask Egg for a message. The Bestian Empire is also serious in this war. That's what would most likely come normally if you broke into the rear mess or something on the side of the kingdom of Mireana, so I asked you to deal with it."

That's what I told him, Ray, but it was Kiltos' floating nibbly grin that brought him back.

"Your boss already told me that. Meadow wolf members are also scouting quite a few scattered around"

"Heh."

Ray nods with admiration as he learns that Dasker has already come up with something he can think of.

"Well, I'll take care of the rear"

"Oh.... that, what"

"Hmm?"

"Go with care"

Pocan for a moment but eventually nods small to unexpected words.

It was the worst kind of meeting, but perhaps Egg turned his hand around a lot. Quilts' attitude towards Ray left little of the thorn he felt when he first met him.

(Totally, how could I have been so hostile?)

I guess I'll drop you off until Ray and Seto fly off. He turns his gaze only for a moment to Quiltus, who is sending his gaze to one person and one person in a slightly remote position, and straddles straight to Seto's back.

"Okay, Seto. We're close."

"Grrrrrr!"

I guess I was inspired by Ray's voice. Seto also wings and ascends into the sky after a few steps of aid as he makes a noise that makes him feel wary.

With such a reliable view of Ray and Seto, Quiltos returns to Egg to make a report.

Around the same time Ray and Seto flew, the Royal Mileana Army and the Bestian Imperial Army were facing each other from the front in the Seremus Plains.

There is a concentration of neutral and aristocratic forces on the front lines, behind which stands a force of kings, arguably the main force on the side of the Royal Mireana Army.

And things were secretly progressing in the midst of the miscellaneous woods further afield of its troops of kings.

"Damn it, monster... but..."

A man who shrugs carelessly and falls to the ground.

There was a lot of blood coming from the torso bordering the ground, and it was clear to everyone that a man's life could no longer be helped.

The person, who sees such a man without even making him feel emotional, has a robe wrapped around his body and a cane in his hand. He has a 40-year-old appearance and would have been nothing but a middle-aged wizard from anywhere.

But if you look at the man's lower body, you'll soon find out why the dying man who fell to the ground called him a monster.

Because the man's lower body was that of a giant spider. No, given its size, you're right to describe it as having a man growing on the spider's upper body.

A monster called Arakune is famous as a monster with a mixed look between spiders and people. But this Arakune grows from a spider is a woman's body, and it is never a middle-aged man like the one who is now turning his gaze on a man without emotion here.

The man's name is Gilgoth. It is a mutation in which the wizard volunteered himself to become a Warcraft soldier, and thus can even use magic in addition to his powers as a Warcraft soldier. Also, those treated by Warcraft soldiers are more susceptible to deterioration in their reason and intelligence, but Gilgoth was an extremely rare type of Warcraft soldier who was more of a head savior than when he was a human being. As a result, there is also a great deal of trust from Theorem, often entrusted with the command of the Warcraft soldiers.

"Your nose is killing you."

Whimpering and spitting yarn out of the spider part of his lower body, he wraps the man who had already run out like a cocoon with yarn.

"Even a man like this would be able to use it to experiment with something. Worst of all, it doesn't matter if you feed a warcraft soldier who's lost reason."

Whilst muttering again and mouthing the act of eating humans, whining in a utterly uncomfortable tone leads the cocooned corpse to an undisturbed place.

"When the kingdom of Mireana brought together all these skilled men, did Theorem-sama's anticipation come off unusual? No, we're talking about the General actually being Arius, and the Kings are definitely insulting this one. When it comes to neutralism or nobility"

A man who frowned slightly as he saw the blood spreading on the ground and waved the wand he had while casting a spell.

Then, at the next moment, all traces of the blood that remained on the ground disappear so that it could be swallowed up in the earth, and all traces of people dying here about seconds ago disappear beneath the ground.

"Still, that's too late. It's about time."

Chirali and gaze to the ground.

It was the magic formations that were depicted there. Nor is that just a magic formation. It's a huge magic formation that extends to most of the ground where Gilgoth stands.

But if there were a man of the kingdom of Mireana here, you wouldn't be able to notice the magic formation. Because Gilgoth uses magic to deflect recognition from the magic team itself. Not so powerful magic as it should be, but only to such an extent that the slightly sharp would notice discomfort, but Gilgoth had increased its effectiveness by putting himself on the spot.

Even if someone came to this scene, the first thing I would notice would be Gilgoth, who looked alien. And, naturally, the discomfort on the ground is scratched out by the presence of Gilgoth.

Even though we say that we are quite a distance from where the Royal Mireana Army is forming in that way, it was Gilgoth's highly capable deceased who paints and maintains that magic formation.

"An ambush using transfer stones and other warcraft soldiers at the same time. Anyone who knows a metastatic stone is likely to come up with an easy tactic, but is it because it's like Theorem who can do that on a massive scale to this point? Most of all, the tactics of this hand, once used, are not like the end of it."

Warcraft soldiers and transfer stones created in the Bestian Empire. Gilgoth had decided that this ambush using those two would have enough effect to put an end to this war if only this time it would be used for the first time.

And... the time will come.

The magic formations at the end of Gilgoth's gaze glow pale, blinking, and its senses become progressively shorter… In the next moment countless figures appear in the midst of the miscellaneous woods where Gilgoth was the only one until a few seconds ago. That number, about 500. who have scales growing from their bodies, monkey-like tails growing, poisonous blooms of luxury from above their heads, giant serpents with their lower bodies, giant fangs growing from their mouths. A group of aliens enough to be ridiculous to count each. However, given the strength as a warcraft soldier and the positioning behind the headquarters of the Royal Mireana Army, it would not have been an exaggeration to say that that is the only force here that could have put an end to this war.

Two of them stand out in particular: Theorem and Ciance, after all. Since it is the aliens who are around us, the two men who are human are very noticeable compared to the Warcraft soldiers. But it's not just the form of appearance: the very force felt by the two of us is different from the Warcraft soldiers around us.

"... I've been waiting for you, Dear Theorem"

Gilgoth cleverly graces himself with the upper body growing from the spider.

Take it to Eagle Deep and open your mouth.

"Thank you. You haven't found anything about this place yet, have you?

"Yes, some of them were eye-catching, but they were handled here."

"Right, well done. So the next thing we need to do is anticipate the time and get behind the main army of the Royal Mireana... Huh!?

Theorem turns his gaze reflexively toward the battlefield when he tries to say something. That was the same for Ciance and Gilgoth, or many of the Warcraft soldiers who were there.

And Theorem and the others look. Giant tornadoes that exist in some direction on the battlefield. the incarnation of destruction composed by flames and winds.

He said it was from the middle of the jungle, but even more so, he said he was still a long way from the battlefield, but he looked exactly like him.

"Stupid, what is that... a giant tornado like that... no. It's not a tornado, is it?

Only Gilgoth's quiet voice echoes back to his quiet surroundings.

But in that, only one of the Warcraft soldiers had a smile on his distorted face.

It is the tentacles made of the roots of the trees that grow from the tip of the left shoulder; the face is burnt to pieces and four eyes are present.

With those four eyes I turn my gaze toward the tornado of flames, looking fun, funny, and opening my mouth.

"Knock, knock, knock, knock, knock... I found it, Ray. You did this, didn't you?... KEHI!

That warcraft soldier grins like a convulsion. Once named Ver Sails, the man turned his pleasant gaze from the bottom of his heart toward a tornado of flames.