Legend

Plains of Brissa, which is the place for a showdown between the Crusaders and the Merclio Army.

The central part where the two armies are hitting each other hard.

Other than such a central part, there were several small battles, albeit not large.

"Here they come, Merclio army guys! Never go through here! Fight with your liver that we are the last fortress to protect His Highness Kabazid and His Highness Schulz!

Those who were on the spot are small in response to the words of the captain who sounds in the woods... but cage their absolute will.

This place is a forest not so far from the main faction on the side of the Crusaders.

If we get out of here, we can proceed to the main unit in a straight line, so as a matter of course, a unit was deployed to prevent it.

It is true that the best way to win this battle with as little damage as possible is to keep your enemies' heads down if you try to make it even a small number of Merclio troops.

Even if it doesn't get that far, the morale of the Crusaders will undoubtedly drop if they find out the main force has been attacked.

That's why I targeted enemy units more rapidly with a highly combative force... unfortunately, so far I had no prospect of succeeding in that.

Of course, it is not unilaterally done on the part of the Crusaders. They are sending troops the same way to capture or punish the enemy general Merclio, but they are also being punished by the same men who were deployed as escorts.

"They'll come closer as they get dispersed in the woods! Especially watch out for magic!

At times such as when the word ends or not, the captain notices the sound of cutting through the air.

The captain played lightly with a long sword the dagger that flew as he sewed through the gaps in the trees growing in the woods.

A dagger that pierces the trunk of a tree that was growing nearby, along with a tall metal sound.

"Huh, you're sending an arm over there, too. Okay, don't let them through!

"Ha!"

When I reply briefly, I also scatter troops on the Crusaders' side, keeping them in the woods.

After a few seconds, the battle begins everywhere, in the woods, which can never be said to be wide.

Such a battle, as if he had put words somewhere, such as raising his own name or being square.

Fights were being waged, such as attacking from behind the enemy and luring the injured enemy to bait.

"Enemy power is slowly decreasing."

"What's the damage to this one?

"I thought it was within my expectations. Some of the effects were that there were fewer people over there, so keep going..."

A deputy officer who collapsed without saying a word to the end.

The captain who sees it waves a long sword aggressively.

It didn't look like there was anything there, but the experience I should still call a skilled soldier made me wave a long sword.

It soon turns out that it was right.

Because the feeling of being invisible but still cutting something off came from my body.

"What?"

Its captain's doubts are revealed by the light falling from the autumnal sun and leaking out of the clearance of the trees in the woods.

Something elongated, reflecting light brilliantly.

It was such a thin thread that it could not be seen without staring.

(yarn? That's why... no, it's not. Right, over here too!

Behind the captain's brain, the word "Warcraft Soldier" passes.

"Careful, we have Warcraft! That, too, is probably the guy with the ability to spider-shaped monsters!

The captain's voice sounds in the woods and tells his surrounding men of the danger.

An alien being that is not used in the Crusaders, only the Merclio Army possesses.

According to information coming into the main unit, there were reports of troops of Warcraft soldiers coming out on the front line.

So I just thought all the Warcraft soldiers were assigned to you...

(But if you think about it, a warcraft soldier is not a one-of-a-kind existence. One person...... no, one person has completely different abilities. In other words, it is better to use it as an individual than to use it in a group. Like secretly approaching enemy positions and assaulting them!

I look at my surroundings with a harsh gaze, but I can't find yarn unless it's something like the sun's light earlier.

Or leave it like this...

"Damn, someone contact the main unit! There must have been some armed men over there! Call me right away..."

Slash.

A blow by a long sword passes right around you before the captain utters the word to the end.

An enemy for a moment? He was also the captain I thought he was, but it was clear that he had no intention of attacking himself with an earlier blow.

On the contrary, he opens his mouth with joy to see the face of the person who unleashed the blow now.

"Lady Bratta!

"It felt kind of suspicious over here. Come and see if you can find out.... Warcraft warrior, huh?

"Yes, probably"

"Okay. I'll take care of the Warcraft. You have to take care of the other soldiers."

"Please. Leave the Warcraft to Lady Bratta! We're dealing with soldiers breaking into these woods!

Following that voice, the captain and his men leave.

Bratta, who dropped it off, opens her mouth with a long sword in her hand.

"Look, what's up? Show yourself, monster. You're my enemies, aren't you? They take deep reds immovably, and they're causing a lot of trouble. Look, call me. You're gonna hang out with my worries!

It was Bratta who screamed, but there are no words to return to it.

But instead of words, I don't know, but it was the thread that was released to Bratta.

The same thread that attacked the captain earlier strikes towards Bratta.

"You really think you can do something about me with such a visible attack!

Long sword to be wielded.

In one swing, all the yarn that was about to strike Bratta was cut off and fell to the ground.

"Gurgh, you, I won't forgive you. Kill, absolutely."

I know you're in an invisible part of Bratta's eye, but you understand that your yarn has been cut.

A half-killer caged voice is heard reflecting on the trees in the woods.

"Huh, if you can do it, do it. After all, some coward can't even show up before me."

"I won't allow it. You, I'll kill you."

Are you not intelligent enough to speak the language, or is that simply the habit?

Together, the opponent uttered a one-word but murderous cage.

As he slashes the thread released with the word with a long sword, Bratta inadvertently leaps from the spot to the rear.

At the same time, purple liquid descended from overhead to where Bratta had just been.

At the same time that its purple liquid touches the ground, purple smoke appears around it.

"Poison!? You're such a pain in the ass!

No matter how handsome Bratta is, he's a warrior after all.

Unless you can use magic that affects you as extensively as a wizard, you can't scatter poisonous smoke and thoughts with Wyburn's wings like a dragon knight.

"You, kill. Sure."

"Ha, then don't be such a chipmunk and show up. After all, you're such a coward weak man that you can't even show up before me!

"Me, cowardice, no"

It was Bratta's unexpected, albeit unexpected, presence that appeared with that word.

The person who had previously gathered the Warcraft soldiers was also a Warcraft soldier with the characteristics of a spider-type monster.

The person was in the form of a human upper body growing from a giant spider's body, but now in front of Bratta is close to a human being, even though it has a spider's face.

Of course there are many fine differences.

For example, the hands, feet and face have hair similar to that of a spider, with only three fingers of the hand and sharp nails at its tip.

Also, I could tell that something like the tail held by the beast man was stretched from around his waist, just looking from the front.

It's more like calling me a spider beast man than calling me a warcraft soldier, like that.

(No, it's a spider, so it's a beast)

While thinking that way, grab the long sword and be ready to be slashed at any moment... the moment you see your opponent waving his tail and jumping the thread, Bratta kicks the ground and packs the distance.

Likewise, if it is moving, it feels a thin thread flying out the more difficult it is to see, while waving a long sword to cut that thread.

"Busy. You. Eat."

The next thing I saw was my right hand.

There is still a distance to make an attack by sharp nails.

It was a bratta with such doubts, but from her waving right hand nails, purple liquid is released.

"Chi!

With his tongue beating, he turns to his opponent forcefully changing the direction of his progress and shielding the trees of the forest.

It was clear from where the purple liquid had been touched earlier that smoke was spraying up and not harmless liquid.

(I knew that at the time of purple liquid! Even so, the yarn is in the habit of getting it out of your tail, and what poison is from your nails!

He goes stuffing his distance from his opponent while shielding the trees, letting those who performed the ritual of the Warcraft soldiers curse him inside.

Most importantly, the form in which the ritual of the Warcraft Soldier appears depends heavily on his/her qualities.

If you try to be the one who performed the ritual, you'll want to say that it's wrong of you to be blamed.

"Run away. Cowardice. Die."

I guess I got frustrated with Bratta moving to sew the trees in the woods. Use your left hand as well as your right hand to release purple venom.

While he was frustrated by the venom that doubled his hand count, Bratta was definitely shrinking his distance from the Warcraft Soldier.

And when the venom is released again, kick the ground once and for all to pack an intermission with the Warcraft soldiers.

"Fuck you, you monster!

The blow, which was unleashed without breaking the torso, was not thought to be able to deal with the Warcraft soldiers, who were immediately after releasing venom with both hands.

About a second after releasing the venom, but a blow thrust through the gap that the Warcraft soldier's movements would stop.

If you use your tail to prevent it, that's good.

Because you can cut tails that fly troublesome threads.

However... Warcraft soldiers do not see any movement at all, and when I said to cut the torso from Ning Lo himself, I raised my hands wide to welcome the attack.

Something's wrong. I had such a feeling past my back of my brain for a moment, but now I also have to go to the support of the soldiers who killed the Warcraft soldiers and let them go ahead anyway.

At that time, he pushed and killed the anxiety born within himself, waved a long sword to break his torso as he wished, and whether or not the blade touched his torso.

Said it was still before the blade touched his torso, but the flank of the Warcraft soldier suddenly tore, and from there the tentacles jumped out and wrapped around him, trying to tangle him up and take the long sword away from Bratta's hand.

"Become!?

Bratta stops moving, unable to understand what happened for a moment.

If I tried to be a Warcraft soldier, that moment alone would have been enough.

"Fool. Die."

Released with that word was a blow by the nail.

A move to flush it directly into your body instead of releasing venom.

... If Bratta only had the normal strength, she would have eaten that attack the moment she stopped moving.

But Bratta is one of the most powerful of the 1st Princes.

Though I stopped my body from moving for a moment without knowing what had happened, judging that a blow by a nail coming at me was about to hit me, I would avoid an attack from a warcraft soldier dressed in a sluggish motion to drop my hips and buttocks to the ground.

At the same time, when I took the dagger out of my nose, I stuck its cutting-edge to the foot in front of me.

"Gabbi!"

A deafening scream that rises out of the mouth of a Warcraft soldier at the same time as blood blows out of his feet.

Bratta kicks the Warcraft soldier's feet straight up and causes him to fall on the spot.

"Die!"

He fell to the ground and tried to wave down the cutting-edge of his dagger with an indefensibly exposed head, but once again a tentacle stretched from the flank of the Warcraft soldier hits Bratta.

I cut the tentacles I tried to get slapped like a whip by waving a dagger.

The tip of the tentacle, slashed away by the momentum, hit the nearby growing tree with a beholy sound and fell to the ground.

"Gypho!"

Warcraft soldiers moaning at the pain of having their tentacles amputated.

But the voice of pain becomes a decisive gap.

The next time a Warcraft soldier noticed, a dagger was already looming in front of him… The last thing he knew was the sound and feel of a dagger's cutting-edge piercing into his head.

"... Huh, let me trick you"

Bratta, who was falling in with the Warcraft soldier, rises up sighing.

If you wave the dagger as it is, the blood that was on your cutting edge and the liquid that seems to be the body fluids of the Warcraft soldiers will be blown to the ground.

"Is there no such thing as a skull because it's a spider-shaped monster? Well, thanks to you, I was able to accommodate weapons like this."

Look around and see if there is anything to wipe the blade of the dagger, but the trees are already dead and nothing like leaves.

He tongues like a pain in the ass and brutally wipes the blade with a cloth he puts out of his nose.

Pick up the blown long sword and look around...... walk out toward those who can feel the signs of battle.

It wasn't that far away that the figure of the Merclio army assassins would be swept out of this forest.