Legend

At night, many were already asleep in rebel positions as the big glowing moon lit up the ground.

Even though there are stores and whores serving liquor, it would be natural for almost everyone but those already on watch or running errands to be asleep by the time the date changes.

There is no infinite amount of wood to burn for the lights, and it is quite expensive for the magic items in the lights.

Above all, since it is a matter of policy that there will be rigorous training again the next day than this is the rebel position, no one will want to stay up late at night and be trained in a state of sleep deprivation.

Still, sometimes Ray and Seto are not currently in position, and somewhat more rigorous training is better than before... not translated.

In the first place, it was mainly the guerrilla troops that Ray was training here these days, and there are many rebels who are rigorously trained besides Ray.

Its head is Gurgasto, a former 2nd Imperial.

Just being a combat freak, the training is very demanding. It is normal for people to get injured, such as fractures and bruises, to the extent that it seems not strange for dead people to get out if they do poorly.

There are other times when Theorem trains, and there are times when the sians of his deputies... and other faces like Vihela and the aristocrats participating in the rebels do something like mock warfare.

Adventurers and mercenaries in particular will train more hands-on than those who are required to be imminent.

That's why I sleep as early as possible at night, except for those on watch and errands, and prepare for tomorrow...

There were those who were moving around in such a quiet darkness in the position.

Not one or two. More than ten people travel so that they can dive themselves out of the bonfire prepared as a light.

"I wonder what the moon is at all. I wish they could hide a little more in the clouds."

"Don't say that. Sure, the danger of being found by a soldier on the lookout increases, but it's also gratifying for us that the doll doesn't fall or fall in the dark"

"... if it was true, I would have taken more time to increase the number of dolls and also improve the quality. You're going to annoy us with or without a deep red."

Moura, who grumbles abominably, turns her gaze to Chilali and those who are following her.

At the end of their gaze are the dolls who were deprived of consciousness with the brainwashing of their Moura customers.

Originally, the best choice is to induce consciousness to have some self-judgment. But it took some time to do it, and now that time was the biggest enemy.

It thus almost completely erases the kind of self-consciousness and is adjusted as a puppet that manipulates it according to its own words.

Since you cannot act at your own discretion except for what you have been ordered not to be self-conscious, if you do badly, you may even have fallen on a stone that is on the ground, a harm forcefully adjusted to obey your orders.

I rushed this far because, as Moura said, it turns out there was no deep red in this position right now.

In addition, Moora, who is not on the front line, is here this time to give the puppets detailed instructions.

I had heard from the collaborator man that there might not be a deep red, but it was finally confirmed. There was no better reason not to take any action than to ask for that information: the seizure of the soble.

One deep red and a hundred regular soldiers. If one of them were told to rescue the target Soble while he was protecting it, make it moola or sistoy, he would choose the latter without any hesitation.

Deep red is because I understand that it exists so much... because I lost unilaterally and ran away with my life.

"Stop, I see it"

Sistoy, who was in the lead, tells him sharply, and Moura, who hears it, gives instructions to the doll to stop while stopping her legs as well.

If this is a properly self-conscious doll, Moola will stop herself without saying anything.

I turn a slightly irritated gaze at those dolls and ask them towards Sistoy.

"So, what do you say? Have you noticed anything over here? It's this moonlight, and if you do poorly, you might find it."

"No problem. I'm alarmed."

"... you're definitely full of it"

Moorah, who turned his gaze from next to Sistoy to those with several tents present, sees two soldiers talking there.

There's even a mix of laughter in the voices that sound slight on the wind, and no matter how you look at it, it doesn't look like you're seriously taking the lookout.

But that won't be impossible either. Because they are defeating the Crusaders by demonstrating their overwhelming strength twice in a row.

Furthermore, it is very difficult to keep an eye on the rebel positions with tension than there is any information that the enemy is approaching.

I watched with nervousness as to when I would come back to retrieve my prisoners for some time after I captured them, but that nervousness also makes me accustomed.

When I did, I couldn't help but wonder who it would be.

"Don't be so angry. Why don't you give it to us and we'll see what Ning Ro wants? You don't have to be angry if you're thankful because it's in our favor."

"I know that... but it still doesn't bother me that they're licking me"

"... then you say you want to fight Deep Red?

"I don't like that."

Sistoy unwittingly smiles at Moura, who returns the words without a moment of hesitation.

"Then I have nothing to complain about. More than that, this one does what we need to do over here...... Huh!? Back off!"

Moura jumps backwards reflexively to Sistoy, who suddenly screams sharply, but whisperly.

A moment late, the doll also leaps after Moura, but a few of them are pierced by something that has suddenly grown from the ground and their feet are sewn to the ground.

"What!?

"Hahaha. I didn't think you were really coming. As far as I'm concerned, you're welcome."

A voice heard from nowhere.

Find out where that voice came from...

"Right here."

Noticing a voice coming from under the ground, Moura leaps off the spot again.

Something pointy stretching out of the ground at the same time.

"Tentacles!?

What I understood because I saw it up close was a tentacle that was white and wrapped in some kind of mucus and nuanced, with pointy tips.

It is a vivid appearance and just seeing it also makes Moura physiologically disgusted.

"Hehe. Ah... Ri. But now that I know that, I don't think I can manage an attack from the ground. Look, let's go, okay? You're the one manipulating those strange people, aren't you? In times like this, it's always the way to crush a commander."

Moura tongues inside to the words that echo from the ground.

Because I understood why I was being targeted, not the strongest Systoy on this occasion.

In fact, it is Moura who is giving instructions to the dolls, and the dolls seldom listen to Sistoy's orders.

Originally, I could have followed Sistoy's orders like I did when I attacked Ray in the pit room in the arena before... probably because it's still a rush around here.

Sistoy, who was watching such a thing, turns his gaze toward the tent where Soble would only be captured for a moment.

I haven't made that much noise yet, and I have some distance. But I can understand that the lookout we were bickering about earlier sees who we are, and most importantly, the moonlight illuminates the ground brilliantly because of the absence of clouds.

Having instantly grasped the status quo, Sistoy screams sharply at Moura.

"Moura, I'll take care of this guy. You lead the doll and secure the target."

"Okay."

Moura nods with a moment of hesitation at Sistoy's words.

Only Sistoy, who was always on the front line, understood that his judgment was above his own.

"Warcraft soldier. Be careful."

Moola leaves only that, leaving Sistoy on the spot to take the dolls to those with Soble's captured tent.

"So they know who we are, too? I thought you were pretty sensitive."

"Keep all that exposed in the spring war, there won't be any secrets or anything.... I honestly didn't think it was for the rebels"

There is no doubt that the existence of the Warcraft Soldier is, naturally, as sensitive as it was in today's words.

Even if it were revealed in the spring war, it would not be so easy to find out the details.

However... the organizations to which Sistoy and Moura belong are soul bells with the highest strength behind the Bestian Empire.

Naturally it was not difficult to find some information.

"Hmm, I see. That's why you stayed here more than the woman I was fighting for as an individual. [M]...... but!

Tentacles growing again in the middle of words echoing from beneath the ground.

The tip is very sharply pointed and would be difficult to prevent with semi-saving protective equipment.

Still, the Warcraft fighter learns that his unleashed attack doesn't have the touch of piercing the opponent, and he tongues in the ground.

(I can't believe we're avoiding this attack. Honestly, there's no match for me diving on the ground...)

Ray's figure passed behind his brain for a moment, and he reconsiders immediately.

(I just thought you were barely there... how are you dodging this one? It's not like there's some sort of regularity. No way. When that happens, should I push it off in numbers later? If it's true, I wanted to do something with a bunch of people over there, but it seems absolutely dangerous to leave this guy behind)

More than ten tentacles protruding from the ground again sistoy at the same time as thoughts converge.

Front, rear, left, right, and ground.

Just five simultaneous attacks, that's it! He was a Warcraft soldier who thought so, but in the next moment he turns to severe pain in the ground.

"Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow! Damn, how dare you!

What happened was largely understood by the sounds heard from the ground. Sistoy avoided the only available tentacles that struck him simultaneously.

There are more limits to what you can attack than you are attacking from the ground.

That's why there were five attacks earlier... because they were empty up there.

Sistoy, who thus escaped into the air, severed his tentacles, which were in his immediate vicinity, with a long sword, and the Warcraft soldiers were to groan at the pain of his tentacles being severed.

"What's up? My strength is now considerably lower than before. And yet you have no hands or feet... is the strength of the Warcraft Warrior a rumor?"

Obvious provocation.

But the Warcraft soldiers, whose tentacles had been severed, could not be judged calmly because of their pain.

Many of the original Warcraft soldiers were ex-cons, and there is a lack of patience.

That would be the shape that came out on the table as it were.

"How dare you, how dare you! I really thought I'd let him live and capture him, but I won't forgive him anymore!

Tentacles sticking out of the ground again, with that cry.

However, the number is not the same as before.

A few tentacles, many of them about ten, have now grown to dozens.

(If you suck, aren't you over a hundred?

Sistoy whines inside while avoiding the tip of his tentacles.

Exactly when you deal with this many tentacles, there's no gap where you can do a counterattack.

No, should I praise myself for continuing to dodge so many tentacles, even if I'm devoted to dodging them?

As he thinks that way while dodging, Sistoy wasn't cornered as far as he looks.

The number of tentacles coming at me is certainly a threat, but it's monotonous because I'm attacking while lurking in a place called the ground.

(Less combat experience?

The combat capability itself is high, but it has not been used.

Slash and skip the tentacles coming at you, feeling that impression on a series of attacks.

(No, naturally if you think about it. In the first place, it was the Spring War that Warcraft soldiers were used in action. Then, if there was no such thing as a great war, there is not as much combat experience per se, even for a Warcraft soldier. I may have been dispatched somewhere personally... but I can't say I've had enough combat experience. Then!)

Remembering information about the Warcraft soldiers I know, Sistoy decides to attach them to the lack of combat experience over there, dodging the tentacles coming toward his torso... and getting his flank pierced without being able to.

"Whoa, whoa!"

Screams rising out of Sistoy's mouth.

I guess you heard that over the ground. Tentacle movement stops for a moment.

(What happens!?

Sistoy screams and rolls around on the ground while praying that the pursuit is not released.

In violently shaking sight, allow them to move on to the next action as soon as they feel an anomaly on the ground.

If the pursuit is really unleashed, we have to avoid it somehow.

Yes, I thought...

(Coming!

The bumps and the ground flourish, from which a face emerges like a fusion of humans and moles.

Some uncomfortable face, not beastly combined with human and beast elements, like a beast man.

Find Sistoy with his face gliding around on the ground...

"Huh, my... Keiki!

Without making me say it to the end, the blade of the long sword thrown by Sistoy crushes his head.

Warcraft soldiers fall to the ground without saying anything... this battle can be fought without any hesitation.

"I'm sorry to hear that. If you get a really fatal blow, you can't get violent. … seems to have been enough to pull you out of the ground"

Sistoy waved the potion, making sure the flank wound wasn't that deep, and stepped toward the tent where he had already heard the battle sound.