Level 99 First Territorial Management by Adventurers

Western part of the Verga Empire.

In the corner of the forest was the castle of Bergler, King of the Beasts "wandering warrior.

Its Imbrustad castle, built by cutting through the woods, stands far from magnificent, however.

The walls are loaded in a necessary but messy way, and the lines drawn with them are snoring. The battle flags are torn everywhere, and the castles of the semi-basin structure give creeps to the beholder.

More importantly, piles struck around the perimeter were exposed to a number of white boned bodies.

It is the custom of the beast man who boasts of his victory over the mighty and glorifies the loser, but from the perspective of other races, he has no evil taste.

The deepest part of the castle.

Between the wounded thrones, the "wandering warrior” Burgler was alone, sober with a bitter expression.

Dwarven Beer is bitter and has a high alcohol content. That was in line with Burgler's taste, but now all that bitterness is accentuated and only abomination solicits.

The reason for this is simple.

A select elite unit dispatched for the assassination of Valtrude Istas interrupted the call and it will be another week. Based on information from another route, you'd definitely think it was devastated.

Reishi Empress. The Holy Virgin of Helenonia, who hated the red-haired demigod.

I wasn't sure I could kill that in one step, but there's so much to it that I don't think I can kill one of my people either. what went out on its own if not in the midst of a war of inheritance, and "wandering warriors” got

I almost gripped the goblet.

Velga Empire Inheritance War. The last command issued by the evil demigod during his death.

If it's the Empress's life, let's smash it whether it's Azur Srl or the head of the Black Dwarf.

But Burgler himself, unexpectedly, was not initially on board.

Death of the Empress. It brought so much remorse, anger and hatred that it was annoying but boiled back.

The wound worn between the thrones of the castle of Imbrustad, which has never been attacked before, was also worn by him, who became semi-frequent in the face of an obituary.

By then I had been a beloved burgler of Verga, but when I heard that he would take the strongest as his successor, the first thing that came to mind was Bone Novor, who “grabs heaven as well”.

I could honestly obey that “uncle," and I was convinced that it was the same for kings of other races.

But “Uncle” drops out of the successor race early.

If so, the will of Empress Reiki will be inherited by herself. It is on the earth that she creates the destruction and chaos of her choice, chanting the strongest and the hegemony, and the dawn when the Empress reappears, that she receives the Word of Labor.

No, maybe I can get a compliment from that Verga.

That alone was enough reason to fight a former colleague. No, now that the red-haired demigods have disappeared from the earth, they are only enemies.

At the same time, revenge must be served.

But that was a failure.

It doesn't mean that the elite troops of that beast man failed.

Yes. It was a mistake to send autumn waves to both. The prey should have been left alone. At least for this “wandering warrior” burgler.

I'm sorry I got a weird hue, but I'm not lost anymore.

Crush Valtrude Istas, Yut Amaxa, his people with all his might.

The Beasts are fit for covert action. Lead the men across the tower walls, longitudinally through the Rotosilt kingdom, and ravage the Marquis of Istas.

There is no other way to clear this humiliation.

The moment I was so determined, the castle of Imbrustad rocked. That tremor does not subside, and I hear screams until between the thrones half underground.

My men rush in under a burgler who stands up for something.

The "wandering warrior” who heard the report slammed the goblet to the ground with his anger.

"Ooh. Here we go, here we go."

In the corner of the woods away from the castle of Imbrustad, prairie species (Magner) cheer as if they could even see fireworks.

But no one launches fireworks in a place like this because it's night now.

Its explosion sound alone is not often a mistake, but I guess the only reason I can cheer in this situation is because, after all, it's Larsia.

After a moment of indulgence, turn your gaze back to the horizon.

Beyond the darkness at night, there are several buildings that deserve to be called barnyards and the figures who keep an eye on them. They were guarding their surroundings by setting fire to it.

"Well, here we go."

He said he was trying to get close to a place like that, but there's no such thing as nervousness. He snuck out of the woods looking completely calm and caught behind a nearby beast man looking anxiously over the sky.

A beast man who doesn't notice the bandit (Rogue) behind just a few dozen centimeters and keeps standing on the outpost. But blaming him alone would be harsh. Anyway, his colleagues haven't noticed at all either.

Instead, you should praise Larsia for doing all this without even using the Transparency (Transparency) spell.

I don't know what kind of beast man he is because his opponent hasn't been in the form of half beast half man yet. Think about the aftermath of the transformation, or just a light outfit with long spears on leather armor (leather armor).

It's convenient.

When Larsia pulled out the dagger (short sword), she scaffolded it around the belt of the beast man who took her back and stabbed the demonized dagger in her neck by holding her mouth with her left hand.

".................. Gu"

A breathless beast man who can't even lift the voice of the disconnected demon. There is no point in endurance beyond human beings, or muscle strength that, if hit, will crush grassland species and so on.

"Come on, next"

When I quickly sheathed the dagger, I took out the magic short wand (magic wand) instead of the usual bow this time.

Shake it down in what can be described as an unmade motion, and it is sucked into the other beasts as if the light divided into several strips draws a line in the darkness.

Eyes, sides, heart, etc all to the steeple.

"If it's a spell, it doesn't matter if it's silver."

It doesn't matter what kind of weapon you shoot through the steeple, but Larsia, lying so loud, approaches one of the barns while being lit by a burning fire.

Jonah and I go down and find out this is where the human slaves are being pushed in.

They're driven out by farming and stuff during the day, too, just off at night. So I dared to choose the night when the decision of the operation was the time of the beast man.

I didn't put out the temper because after this, I need it when I move them.

"I got three days off, but I wonder if I fulfilled the norm"

The rest of the enemy can only be left to their companions in the air.

In order to explain the situation to some people and persuade them to calm down and follow the instructions, Larsia deliberately entered the largest building in footsteps.

Dimensional Navigation Vessel (Plain Craft) Spelllight with Black Steel Tree

deck.

Exile, who rose in arms there, was often flying consciousness from the battlefield to memories of the past.

This Spelllight is an ancient heritage in The Land of Oblivion, then classified as a battleship. It has dozens of artillery guns on one side and overwhelms other ship species with fire.

The ammunition was produced on board and, conversely, other ways of procuring it have been lost, but the storage was adequate.

Rain and shells are shot out of the air far beyond the reach of the beasts, smashing the castle of Imbrustad. I can hear the anger and the scream, it's going to be so far.

If you can't do this, you can't go on dangerous voyages that cross dimensions.

It can be taken for granted in that sense, but I can't wait to be exposed to artillery fire.

"Exile, you remind me of the old days."

"Oh. Even then, Larsia was acting alone."

The Rock Giant (Jarloot) nods loudly at the words of the queen surrounded by the armor of the escort (Warmakina).

An adventure in The Land of Forgotten, visited by Yut looking for a way to come back here even after he returned to his hometown. It was a very similar situation to when two of Larsia and Exile challenged a showdown with her uncle to help Elizabeth.

West of the Verga Empire. I mean, it shouldn't be unrelated to the experience then that Elizabeth doesn't have a single color of tension, even though she's intruding deep into enemy ground.

At the time, I didn't know this ship had the ability to cross dimensions, and Elizabeth was a poor, frivolous girl.

Like now, for some reason, I wasn't being satisfied with it.

Never. Never.

Exile cannot determine whether that change is the preferred one. But I don't think it's okay if the parties are happy.

Though I cannot forbid sympathy for the familiar ministers, given the disturbances that will occur upon her return.

"But think about it, you've got Yut and Valtrude at the center"

Without them I would never have gone to the Land of Forgetfulness, nor would I have met Elizabeth.

And if they didn't marry, they wouldn't get the book of secrets and fantasies, Guide of Lovers, nor would Elizabeth twinkle with Nico with strange joy.

"Yeah. So it's cheap if you can repay it to this extent"

"Totally."

While fully agreeing, I unwrapped my arm. And watch the stamp on your chest.

It's about time, it would fit.

"I'll put a piece on it"

Good luck.

A sincere prayer of the queen is offered on the back of the rock giant.

Exile, who received it, jumped off the deck in a light-hearted motion that did not snag at the giant.

altitude that would clash to the ground without even having to think about it, but of course, that would not happen. The white winged seal attached to the Dragon Scale armor emits light, and has the same effect as the Floating (Levitate) spell, landing from the foot to the ground without any injury.

In front of the castle gate at Inverstad Castle. Excellent position.

But it could not kill the momentum altogether, and it was also to gather the ears and eyes of the beasts all together with the power and power of the shells. It's disposable, and I don't have to think of it as low performance instead of magic equipment (magic items) that cost 500 gold coins, but both Yuto and Yona have different behaviors (...), so I can't help it.

Besides, I caught my destiny early.

What emerged from beyond the castle gate was a skinny but long man forged like steel. He has long hair like black tenderness and a sharp gaze that shoots him.

A man who sticks out his dog teeth and laughs viciously.

At a glance.

That's one king of all races, the "wandering warrior” burgler.

Fear or joy. Both indistinguishable emotions tremble the spine of Exile.

"You're the head of the Rock Giant."

"Exile."

Without alarm, Spike Flail and a big shield running autonomously look out for "wandering warriors”. Other beasts and so on, literally, are no longer in the eye.

"If I win, I'll have my hands on this one stopped at Golden Wheel."

"Wow. This is all I licked. Imitate it. Conversely, what happens if this one wins?

"Is my life lacking?

"Ha -"

Burgler's body swells.

I haven't transformed yet.

So it's an illusion. Intrinsic warfare and unwillingness to kill.

"Enough."

At a glance, that rock giant said he was a strong man.

There is nothing else to be ashamed of, such as being distracted only by Valtrude Istas and Yut Amaxa and overlooking such a man.

Burgler's heart leaps into the presence of a good enemy that sprang down.

Still in that emotion, he poked his hand at the earth and, at that moment, popped out with an arrowy momentum.

Run the earth with four legs and cleave the darkness at night.

Bergler's flesh was instantly transformed.

The body swells up to twice, no, and triple its original size and is clogged with muscles. The pitch-black fur assimilated to the darkness becomes a robust armor, and the ten hook claws, fatally wounded even if just rubbed with a thick arm like a marutai, deserve to be called a symbol of death.

Long stretched mouths would be lined with sharp fangs, crushing humans and other bites to the bone.

I hear it's a werewolf, and it's the very way everyone thinks of it.

And the embodiment of nightmares.

Seeing that, Exile nodded satisfactorily.

The battle comes with an instant.

That common perception is formed in both. That was not a prediction or an aspiration but a certainty.

A weathered werewolf shows a leap beyond a person's reflectance speed. Neither paying your feet with Spike Flail nor defending yourself with an autonomous shield will come true.

A "wandering warrior” jumps to the rock giant with an arrow-like momentum, rumbling around like a storm and waving his arms.

And it became a storm of blood.

Five times in a single breath, the upper body of the Exile is bloodstained. Praise for the king is raised from the beasts surrounding him.

Fatally wounded, Burgler tried to leave - his thick leg grabbed with a all-powerful grip.

Half beast, half man. Seeing the rock giant with the eyes as if the king of the werewolf, literally to be called a monster, had encountered a monster.

I was laughing.

Exile was laughing, with joy.

Again, this is how the fight has to be.

Ig Nus-Zad and Taraskus weren't bad, but the monster in question.

Will - not willing to kill enough.

In that sense, Burgler's indiscriminate fire was fantastic. Since when, such as avoiding intuition and fatal injuries at soot? I felt the breath of a hot battlefield, and it got expensive.

"Bakemon are cool!

"Otherwise, I don't think we're going to poke at the evil demigod."

Don't ask the obvious, Exile slammed the king of werewolves to the ground.

"Gu."

A burgler treated like a stick the giant wields, but has not even suffered minor injuries because it is covered in thick fur.

Naturally.

Now it's your turn.

The real attack is coming.

Hit the burgler against the stone wall of the castle of Imbrustad like you throw it away and chase it with Spike Flail without setting it apart.

Weapon like an anchor, no, I can strike with a murder weapon.

The surrounding beasts raised a voice similar to that of a scream.

"Whoa, whoa."

I forced myself to control where I had risen in that recoil with my powers, and now I stuck that tip in my abs.

Here's your chance.

The king of werewolves grabbed Spike Flail and poked deeper into it. Coupled with the regenerative abilities characteristic of the Beast Man, it should no longer be unprepared. It's in the same condition you tied up your weapon.

"What's wrong, are we done here?

"Keep it."

But the prospects are off.

Fortunately, he no longer falls out, lifting Spike Flail wide with both arms. The chains grew larger and caught a half-beast half-man form of burgler - slamming it to the ground again.

"Gu-ha."

The bone is broken, the gut is damaged and the blood reflexes.

No, it deserves a special mention at a time when it's still done to that extent.

But that never led to victory.

Spike Flail, all the way out, dances hollow and wonders if it moved like a willing creature, two extra times, he is hit hard.

The head of the rock giant wielded a hard blow with all his might.

Bring out Spike Flail, then the same total of five attacks as Burgler.

As a result, Exile is royal and the “wandering warrior” is like a crook.

The surrounding beasts have no more voice. Completely overwhelmed.

"Good...... dude. Revenge on us... will be upon our successors..."

"Let's wait and see"

Keeping Burgler alive was Yut's strategic instruction, but apart from that intention, Exile was also in full agreement.

I don't know how many years later, but I'm not lying about the word fun next.

This is how we welcomed one settlement - another was about to be attached.

in the main mountain of those who worship Murgush.