Level 99 First Territorial Management by Adventurers

6. Grassland Race, Expect the Great Sea Plains (Medium)

"Freedom! It's our bunk. What everyone is born to have. It's the first precious thing I've ever seen lost."

The sea breeze rides the voices of the meadow race (Magner) and flows backwards.

Though winter is near, if it is daylight, the sun is falling brightly. Really, it was a pleasant cheer.

"Freedom! Your name is Mother."

It's like a poem passed down to a meadow species, with no form or anything.

A primitive work in which the identity of the race is expressed...... and will also be able to be forced to appreciate it, but doesn't seem to make much sense.

In the present case, the real thing to appreciate is Larsia herself inquisiting it.

There was an explosion of emotions that could not be spoken of on the rating axis of being good and bad. That's why I still have trouble evaluating it.

"I am! Freedom!"

The Tubassa, a pure white ship with a beautiful shape.

At the tip of it, he was jumping to a sense of liberation.

If freedom is my mother, isn't that the minute divine body of Tyrone God (Avatar) Ritna and Equal? After all, isn't it escaped?

Fortunately, no one points that out.

The Tubasa is ripping the waves open and moving lightly north.

A ship that boasts out-of-consciousness performance, given as equipment to contribute to the showdown with Empress Verga.

Dravael mini golems for sailors replacement allow for offshore voyages in just a few people, on land, in the sea. Has the ability to go further into the sky.

Sacred relics (relics) that could crumble the ship's concept.

Compared to this, it is trivial to proceed even in the state of "," the hull is painted with magic silver "(Mithral), and there are stone throwers (catapults) that fire special shells.

"It's something you never get tired of doing."

Looking at the sight in the steering room, Allena North Tin was smiling bitterly at Larsia's condition, which remained unchanged more than a week after sailing.

Why, she's with me.

Meadow Race and Cathedral Knight (Paladin).

both incompatible than water and oil, but for no particular dramatic reason. Allena, who was making a compromise with the Guards in Hardenturm, just joined the meadow species she stumbled upon. And now I'm in charge of the ship. I couldn't even let it go straight at first, but lately it had grown to such an extent that I could safely be left to it.

Anyway, it's a gift from the Hellenonian God.

You can't miss it if you get a chance to board it, and you're not willing to.

More than anything. It couldn't have been possible to do precisely that, such as entrust the existence to the grassland species only, which should be called treasure. Absolutely.

If I may add, as an executive of the Temple of Helenonia who may head for the southern expedition - now Alaina is the deputy temple chief of the Temple of Falve - we need face-to-face communication with Captain Even, the head of the convoy.

- There is also a superficial reason.

She was hardened to full body armor (plate mails) and long swords (long swords).

No matter how high-performance the ship is, it's a deep, cold sea there, separated by one plate. All on board such equipment, albeit magic equipment, was also tantamount to suicide, but there is a reason for this.

Including the big steel shield (Large Shield) that I'm now standing on, it wasn't originally Allena's. It is a personal possession that Valtrude kept dead and donated to the Temple of Helenonia as a reward for an incident with the Unslain Sword Demon Ginny O. Igle.

That, on behalf of Alana, is equipped. It was the result of a victory with a scratch. After a while, a second raffle is set to open.

It was in the specs, including maintainability, that demonized equipment was rarely weighed and traded at high prices, while also strengthening its power.

I need to spill just about any blade, but it's pretty tough compared to regular weapons. Furthermore, it does not rust or decay even if left for a prolonged period of time.

Also, in the case of armor, the size is automatically adjusted to suit the wearer. It is impossible for a rock giant (Jarloot) to wear grassland pedigree-sized armor - or vice versa - but it is possible for Alcia, for example, to equip it with armor to match Valtrude.

Even subtracting those functional parts just makes me feel proud to say that I'm wearing the love supplies of the Holy Virgin of Helenonia. If you think you won that because you fought through the family of the Unslain Swordsman, all the more so.

"It's time for you to meet Captain Evan!

"You don't see the shadow yet!

Two people talking aloud like yelling because they are at the tip of the steering room.

Even when it comes to the rendezvous point, it doesn't mean that it's over there... When we stopped at Folio-Farina, we were just borrowing a sailing plan from the attacking senator, Pavel Chernov - in short, Petra's father - and taking a path to the target's scheduled point of arrival.

The territorial waters of the Folio-Farina and Verga empires are not clearly drawn, but their confluence is clearly on this side. Relatively less dangerous waters.

It's just a hit, but as for Larsia, she's halfway there by the time she gets out of the ocean, so I don't mind if she doesn't meet her.

If Alana asks, she's not serious, she's trying harder, and she's about to make a breakthrough, but she can't help but tell the meadow species.

But fortunately, it didn't.

In about an hour, Larsia discovered a ship believed to belong to Captain Evan.

But that was the second meeting from the worst.

Because they were engaged with one ship that they thought was a pirate.

Why I could have warned you I was a pirate at a glance.

It was on the flag they fly.

Pirate flag in blue gold stone (lapis lazuli) coloured fabric with scales and shavings designed. One king of all races belonging to the Verga Empire belongs to the leader of the Sahagin “pale” Azur-Srl.

Yut also asked me to confirm the trend.

"You're going in like this!

"Rikai, Rikai"

It has nothing to do with it, I have to let you see righteousness, be brave.

We can't overlook that it would be unfavourable in terms of numbers.

Even bigger the sails will catch wind, accelerating slowly and your body will likely be taken back.

Larsia, who doesn't even get out of balance like that, wasn't as overflowing with her martial arts as Allena was.

I'll do it because there's no element to lose.

That's all.

Assuming the enemy's power was overwhelming, he would have spent as much time exploring the enemy's home base before calling his people and destroying them. That's the adventurer (style).

But it's not what I'm supposed to say right now either.

Besides, there's more to be done now.

"Sniper's Feast"

Theoretical spells on the first staircase.

It's not even hard. It's a long, useless thing for a normal sorcerer (wizard).

Less than ten seconds, the distant ones look close, that's all.

The moment Larsia activated it, her vision changed.

Hundreds of meters away. The figure of Sahagin trying to attack a human sailor with a candlestick is right in front of him. I can see the position of the steeple in my hand.

The meadow race, which had already attached arrows to the synthetic short bow Composite Shortbow, released two arrows in a row.

Wind direction, actual distance, angle of shot, effective range, timing.

There is a lot of information to be processed, even if the theoretical spell allows for precision shooting. Larsia made it to the cross of her nose.

The result is obvious if you look at the arrows pierced from the sides to the temples and throat. Like a threaded puppet, Sahagin's pirates fell and lay on deck.

"I'm gonna expose the steeple, so it's gonna happen."

Go on, twice, and release the arrows in the same way.

Just like that, a half-fish man wrapped in scales died. The pirates, who were still about to embark on the ship, fall to the surface.

The technique of shooting through the steeple precisely is also brilliant, but the simple power of getting it that far is also noteworthy. In fact, the short bow he uses is a hell of a strong bow by the standards of a meadow species. Even humans don't have so much to deal with.

Power and moves.

Together they make Larsia an exceptional archer.

Still, overall, just a few people got hit yet. It doesn't affect a lot of people. Ignore it, it should serve its purpose.

That is certainly correct. But it's also about ignoring morale. Hundreds of meters away - now, more shrinking - the Sahaggins' movements stop at the arrows of the Reapers released from them. No one wants to die.

"Is it a push already?

Get off the tip and move to the stopcock provided.

And when I installed the shell, I carefully targeted and unleashed it.

Draw a parabola and a bullet like a fireball lands on a pirate ship on the dock.

Boom.

At the same time, the deck was engulfed in flames.

The effect of the flamethrower was tremendous.

Lucky for the Sahaggins, it came off the mast. But all half-fishers think the same thing.

Next thing you know, what happens when that thing hits and the sail pillar breaks? No, even if you don't, can you stand the hull with so many shots of that stuff in it?

Of course, Sahagin's ability to exercise in the sea is out of group, but apart from that, this is a story. Even for them, the ship is an important place to go.

"Bastards! Push back!"

There, Captain Even's decree sounded.

As if to clear up the depression, the sailors wave up the onboard knife (Cutlass) and begin to fight back against the Sahagins.

At the same time, the southerly wind began to blow.

Looks like the wind has changed direction.

Apparently, the enemy commander was a man who skilfully reads that as well of the battle.

The sound of the phallic shells was heard on the wind. Perhaps for some other reason, the Sahaggins seemed determined to withdraw.

"Oh, boy."

It was worth removing the mast on purpose, just as I was aiming for.

Yes. About one pirate ship, making it unnavigable is easy. With the power of this Tubassa, it would be natural to do so. I'm not even proud of it.

But I have trouble getting cramped for doing that. I've never been able to defeat him, but I prioritized rescue.

"You're getting away with it. I didn't do anything..."

So it's trivial, like Alana pulling the poverty lottery.