Legend

The ambush of the main formation. Hearing the words, Ray tilts his neck gently.

The current battlefield is in a state of collision between the Royal Mireana Army and the Vestian Imperial Army fronts, not very much because they did not think they could evade the battlefield and launch an ambush on the main line.

"Did you go around this battlefield and ambush the main force?

Ray asks the Dragon Knight behind him, not overlooking the movement of a man with a dagger and a giant man over 2m, who is watching his condition without alarm in front of him.

But even as I inquired, I felt compelled by my words.

If we were to launch an ambush on the main unit, we naturally needed a certain amount of combat power, and it was impossible to do so while keeping it from being found by the frontline troops.

(No.... maybe you've been putting out warcraft soldiers?

Ray thought that on the inside, but that prediction was half off and half hit.

"The enemy is ambushing the main force from the rear. And he said the ambush force is made up of monsters and human-like children."

"... I see. Is that it?"

Listen to the Dragon Knight and tongue one.

Whatever the Warcraft soldiers were, it was unexpected that they would use the transfer stone. According to what Ray had heard, the transfer stone itself was quite expensive and there were only a limited number of people who could be transferred.

(But this time it's a war between country and country. Then you can also use expensive magic items all you want...... but I guess you don't even need to sign off)

"Okay, I'll be on my way to the rescue immediately."

He punches his tongue again, wiggling it through magic at the death size and spraying the blood that was reaching the blade.

Dozens, no, hundreds.... If he did poorly, he would have sunk over a thousand of the Bestian Imperial Army men into a sea of blood, but Ray's wearing dragon robe doesn't even have a drop of blood on it. It is a magic item made from the skin of a dragon, but it is deceased.

"Grrrrrrrr"

sleigh, and a ceto that appears with a throat ringing.

Fei Long, a dragon knight on Ceto who showed up without even feeling a slight sign, was vicious, and at the same time the two pair of adventurers who were in front of Ray stop moving again.

"Seto, apparently a bunch of dumb people are being ambushed in the rear. He wants us to go to the rescue."

"Gru."

I'll take care of it, and Seto nods small as he rings.

That nail, couch, or body would belong to the Bestian Imperial soldier. It has return blood on it, but Seto himself doesn't look like he cared about it.

At the same time, Ray also remains beautiful with dragon robes and death sizes again, but a few drops of returning blood are splashed across his face. But Ray crosses over to Seto without even looking concerned about it.

I wondered if I was going straight to the rescue, and I turned my gaze to the knight who was straddling the flying dragon, who was consolidating his body in Seto's presence.

"I understand about reinforcements. But can we just keep missing the enemy advance?

"Also, no problem. Dear Filma, the troops led by Master Dusker have already entered the war."

To the exuberant power of Ray and Seto, the Dragon Knight, an elite force that would otherwise be said to be up to a thousand horsemen, returns the word as somewhere under pressure.

That is not a mistake. The fact is, the Fei Long that the knight is spanning is instinctively atrophied by the presence of Seto.

"Right."

That's all I answered, trying to speak up to Seto...... I turn my gaze back to the Dragon Knight again and ask him the question I came up with.

"We're talking about turning reinforcements in addition to mine, do you have any idea who they are?

"I hear Elaine and the others will be on their way. And you think the advance troops that were already on their way here are turning back?"

"Heh, I see"

To the words of the Dragon Knight, Ray smiles.

(It didn't make it the same battlefield by being neutral and aristocratic, but it's about that Elaine. Probably a lot of rambling. Besides, if you're dealing with a Warcraft soldier, you can definitely rely on Elaine for that original ritual of inheritance)

He whines inside and turns his gaze toward two adventurers who are unable to move in Seto's appearance.

"You picked up your life."

Tell him short, and he strokes Seto's neck and sends a signal, Ray.

Even without exchanging words, the action alone understands what Ray wants to say, and Seto kicks the ground and wings and runs up to the sky.

"You really picked up your life. If you had fought that right, you wouldn't have won first."

"... no objection. Then we'll leave too. Even if that monster is gone, there are still dragon knights here. I don't want to fight in this situation."

"Copy that. And you were listening to me now, weren't you? You said our forces attacked the enemy's main unit. We need to spread this story, and that'll boost our morale.... you've managed to survive this battle."

Talk aloud and the two adventurers retreat straight to the rear.

The Dragon Knight looked abominably at it, but nothing particularly seemed to get his hands on it. Because he saw the sight of fighting Ray and decided that he had the same power as himself, the Dragon Knight. Of course I didn't think I'd fight and lose, but still I'd struggle by the time I defeated him. And now time was more important than anything, and there was no reason to waste time in this situation where a minute was worth about a piece of gold coin.

(And...)

A man who looks softly at his own partner.

I'll gently stroke your neck muscles, but still the tremors in the body of the flying dragon won't stop.

By then, Griffon was out of character. Overwhelming prestige. Powerful enough to instinctively understand how much the existence of a Rank A monster is.

If this had been encountered in the evening wheat pavilion that Ray is boarding in the city of Gilm, it would not have been so overwhelming. But the situation was different this time. Unlike the stables where you sleep and relax slowly, this is the middle of the battlefield. Naturally, Seto had a different atmosphere when he was fighting.

"... I'm sorry, but try harder. First, we have to go back under Master Filma and tell him he's headed for the rescue."

He stroked Fei Long softly to calm him down and managed to succeed in leaving the scene.

"Damn, there's an enemy army behind everything! And you're not human!

One of the soldiers shouts abominably, while sticking a spear out at the person coming towards him.

Two abnormal opponents with rigid hair-growing gorilla-like arms from their backs reach out from the side to stop lightly and snap the patterned area with just a grip.

"Damn, there's a monster!

Pulling the pattern of a broken spear along the way, the next moment he protrudes again with his full strength.

I lost the tip, but because the broken patterned part is pointed, it was a thrust that I decided could still use as a weapon. But the opponent with his hand... lifts and prevents the shield the human arm growing from his shoulder, not the bristled hand that snapped the spear earlier.

"Ha ha. Sweet sweet. You think you can do something about us!

Laughing up, he wields his back arm to eagle the soldier's face.

"Goddamn it, let go of this!

Desperately rampaging soldier, but the opponent looks at it all the way to enjoy how it looks...... at the next moment he grips the head of the soldier he was gripping.

Warcraft soldier with a sneer grin at that feeling of spreading in his hands, crushing bones, squeaking flesh, bouncing blood and crushing his brain.

Looking around, a similar sight was happening there.

"Mmm, that felt good. Hey, how you doing over there?

When the lower body, a little further from itself, asks the serpent man, a voice containing a grin returns from there as well.

"That's great. This feeling of a continuous breakage of bones all over your body."

"Hiya, hey, hey, hey, hey!

A nobleman and a man of thought are wrapped around his body with the tail of a snake and tightened up. I guess the jaw bones have already been crushed, too. Lu Rhythm has not turned to the words that come out of his mouth.

"Here, here. Slowly, slowly. I'm gonna keep you tight, okay?... Oh, you broke another bottle. Is this broken sound a rib? You had ribs that were still safe. I hope you don't stab me in the lungs to survive."

A warcraft soldier hurts his nobility as he enters and exits his strangely stretched tongue in his mouth.

"Hey, don't, don't. Yeah, yeah!

"Ooh, let it go. Shut up a little bit. Yeah, it's better than doing it and dying, right?

Take the armor of the adventurer of the woman who resists tear the clothes she wore underneath and expose her bare skin to the sun.

The woman desperately resists to hide her exposed chest with one hand and punches him in the face of a lizard-faced man who is about to hit herself with the other hand, but that blow, which had little momentum, slips on the scales growing in the man's face, and does not inflict a scratch on his hair.

Expose your own lower body while making a mockery of your opponent like that...... notice discomfort at the next moment.

"... Huh?

Lizard man turning his gaze from his chest to what is growing.

Slowly turning his gaze behind him, what was there was a man who was turning his gaze to himself as if he were even looking at the garbage falling on the side of the road.

Not the enemy. The person in front of us is definitely not our own enemy. It was more of an ally.

"Hey, why? Dear Theorem…"

"Don't talk, the air around me gets dirty when you talk."

Without changing his expression, he instantly swings the sword that was stabbing him in the chest upwards. Then, naturally, the lizard man's flesh will also be slashed and torn apart, and the light of passion that dwelt in his eyes will rapidly disappear.

"Lower species."

He groans briefly, wiggles off the blood stuck to his body, and turns his gaze toward his deputy.

I guess you understood what that gaze meant. Ciance turns his gaze around what should be described as extreme cold to the warcraft soldiers who are dissipating their own lust for violence against soldiers of the Royal Mireana Army.

"What are you doing here? Have we forgotten our part?... you there, say it. What life did Theorem give you?

Until earlier, I was happy to strangle a soldier, my lower body manages to open my mouth even as the serpent Warcraft soldier is squirted by Ciance's gaze.

"Mi, capturing or killing an Earl named Arius, who leads the main unit of the Royal Mireana Army"

"Right. Sounds like you know exactly what you're doing. Did someone try to kill you with a mutilated soldier?

"... no"

I guess you just decided that you were in danger as you are. Think of a way to get past this place with a quick run of gaze around you, but unfortunately the name didn't come up right away.

"Okay? I told you before the operation started, this ambush is all about speed. You've seen that tornado of fire, haven't you? You have enemies who can create that? Originally, that opponent was supposed to be held down by the Dragon Knight, but you know he wasn't such a sweet opponent, right?

"... oh"

"If that's what you know, move on to pursuit immediately. Most Warcraft soldiers are already after the main unit. I don't have time to play in a place like this."

……

To the gaze of the extreme cold, the serpent's warcraft soldier finally stopped even speaking.

It was Cyans trying to raise his voice again towards such an opponent, but Theorem raises his hand and stops the word.

Why? It was a cyan pointing his gaze, but he sees the look on Theorem's face and shuts up.

"I tell the Warcraft soldiers who are here. 100 soldiers, or 30 adventurers or knights. There is one such thing as nobility, general, and chief knights. Those who are unable to give their own level of manners shall be severely punished after this operation."

To the words, the warcraft soldiers who were around begin to blur.

It's easy to say, but it's actually because there's something quite harsh about mentioning the content that Theorem has just put in his mouth. No, a normal soldier wouldn't be able to do it first. Consider yourself a Warcraft soldier. Or... because we were talking about that level of difficulty.

"You get it? I mean it. Just go."

Most of the warcraft soldiers present on the spot run away with a look of awe in the emotionless Teolame.

Theolame, who was watching behind it, sighs small when he sees no one else around but his deputy Ciance.

"Totally, even though I can't help it because it's my first tactic... I didn't know there would be a computational difference by now"

Runaway of the blood-drunk Warcraft soldiers. Or the absence of the enemy general who should have been in the rear headquarters.

Regarding the former, even though I had originally anticipated it in advance due to the effects of the treatment to become a Warcraft soldier, it was much quicker than what I had heard from the Alchemists of the Ministry of Magic to get drunk with the atmosphere of war and blood. But that's not good yet. The biggest computational difference for Theorem was the absence of the General of the main unit.

According to a story told by Theorem from a nobleman who had accidentally taken captivity, because the advance troops had raised their hand more than expected, the prospect of losing their hand or depleting the aristocracy and neutralism as it stood was entirely off, so that at least they headed to the front to raise their hand. Although it is a serious act in the General, it is also true that the act minimized the damage of the ambush of the Warcraft soldiers.

"... Count Arius, or your behavior after reading through everything?

"Not as a possibility, but not as a possibility. According to this information, his theory and intuition are about the latter."

Teolame breathes a small sigh into the words of his deputy.

"Either way, this prospectus has been removed. After that, the Warcraft soldiers are quick to lift their necks, or..."

Far away, he shrugged as he turned his gaze in the direction in which the Warcraft soldiers and the Kings would be fighting, shaking his head small and approaching the remaining military horses that remained connected nearby.

"Let's go. It must be an opportunity to discuss an enemy general, albeit an out-of-count situation. Determine the course of this war at all costs before reinforcements on the other side arrive"

"Ha!"

Replying briefly to the words of the Lord, Theorem, he goes straight across to the military horse, where Ciance was also nearby, to the battlefield, which would be a fierce battlefield to target the neck of the General of the Army of the Kingdom of Mireana.