Log Horizon

Leinesia's departed conference hall was dominated precisely by a sense of chaotic vanity. Krusty, who was the representative of the Round Table Conference, left with Rainesia. So did Shiloe, who looked moderate by making him a staff member from the Lords' Council.

The only remaining [Roundtable Conference] envoy is Michitaka, who looks like a tough Taka.

On the other hand, those in the Lords' Council don't know where to swing their raised fists down. No, in the first place, it's good that you shook up your fist, but if you actually shook that fist down, that's suspicious. The person with the ability and will to clean things up at the meeting left, and the thoughts were confused.

Even in the conversation that followed, poor Baron Clendit completely lost his ability to be a host. Alternating the two expressions of pale and red tide, without the desperate nursing of my servant, at the end of the day my breath became constant and the beginning and end of wishing to leave.

Not as much as Baron Clendit, every lord seems to have more or less the same kind of confusion as the Baron.

Against that background, the meeting came to an end at midnight.

Michitaka out in the hallway exhales fat.

(Gosh, you're no bother)

Even though Michitaka is the guild master of the Merchant Alliance in the first place, she is not good at fine negotiation or conspiracy rushing. Merchants are people who make good things, sell them at a fair price, and think that's good if they open up the market.

(I was a blacksmith...)

He himself is still meant to be an active craftsman. I have been holding a hammer every day since I joined the Round Table Conference. At a time when there are fewer players going out to high level dungeons, I miss the depletion of magical materials essential to making magical items, but such things are no excuse to retreat.

It happens to be Michitaka's appreciation of herself that she likes to hang out with others, has no aversion to talking to people, and has become the center.

All I saw from the Lords' Conference was a drink of disrespectful fools, speaking from Michitaka, and not malice toward the entire "Alliance of Free Cities Eastal". The fact that he was opposed to the march was close to the division of roles among the three members of the Round Table Conference, and it doesn't mean that he himself is opposed to the march that much.

- Most of all, he is a production player. There is less danger of death than the "Adventurers" of expeditions fighting outside the city. I can't deny that I have a sense of personal sin as to whether I can cheaply agree to the war theory.

(... now that things have moved, are you repeating yourself?)

I plug a thick finger between my dark hair and I take my head off. I feel rotten and I can't do anything.

Michitaka walking back through the long deserted hallway with one man, a member of the guild, casually saw the terrace at the corner of the hallway. It didn't make any particular sense. I just turned around because the moonlight was plugged in when I turned the corner.

"Master Soujiro. This egg treat is delicious too, isn't it?

"Sauji Lowe, don't even listen to me."

"Master Soujiro is tired. Please sing a gentle babysitter..."

The moonlight terrace is adorned with Shi 'a (Azumaya), and Soujiro is surrounded by (the earth's) maids and princesses. Michitaka was attacked by some lonely emotions.

The dark clouds of Akiba's future I was thinking about earlier, my own guilt and unspeakable anxiety all get better and better.

Compared to the aura and sights drifting around Souzillo, isn't it really crap how the Round Table Conference is or the Alliance of Free Cities?

(Oh, I guess my current look is like graffiti drawn with my left hand)

Michitaka turned to an area where she had her own room, without ever approaching Soujiro.

Is this the end of the evening? Well, what do we do tomorrow?

Michitaka tried to think about it, but it quickly turned out that it would not be such a sweet development.

Waiting in front of the parcel where the Round Table Meeting is rented was Sergiad, Grandfather of the Duke of Corwen and Rainesia. The old Duke, who had only let one knight hold the lamp as well as the offering, silenced Michitaka. That look hasn't shown any fatigue, even though it crept through that long meeting.

"I don't know," the old Duke tells Michitaka.

Michitaka walked out with a lead on an errand.

The invitation was the "Roundtable Meeting" - a small talking room used by Crusty, Shiloe and Michitaka to hold meetings on a daily basis. Even if it is small, it is a story from the scale of this castle, and the second-room conversation room is made of plenty of luxurious space if it is Michitaka from Japan.

The old duke seemed only a little surprised when he recommended the chair and served the tea served out of the (bag). There is no way that as many human beings as the Duke do not know the magic bag, and he did not know what the surprise meant, but Michitaka decides not to care about it for the moment.

"I'm sorry about this kind of night."

"No, don't worry. Don't end that meeting. You won't be able to sleep slowly."

"Ha, I guess so"

The old nobleman, sitting opposite Michitaka, laughed with dignity as he touched his stunning beard.

"I'm not going to crush the Cowens because of my granddaughter's thoughtless behavior."

If you think about it, his position is currently very dangerous.

Of course Lord Sergiad is in the position of the lead lord of the Alliance of Free Cities Eastal, and his influence is great. In this case, however, the magnitude of the influence itself would be a handful.

"As you can imagine, we could crack into our Lords' Alliance."

In other words, I imagine if the Cowens gave priority to their relationship with the Roundtable Conference on an arbitrary basis. If Maihama and Akiba are linked, and then some lords are embraced, it will be as big a force as it can sufficiently drive the rest of the Free Cities Alliance Eastal.

Of course Lord Sergiad will be aware that Princess Rainesia has no such thoughts, and the face of the Round Table Conference, starting with Michitaka, knows that the events on that occasion are close to happenings and that there is no point behind them.

But what matters in this case is the surrounding interpretation.

Where there was no meaning behind it, it was possible to add meaning to it later.

(This is what I'm talking about right now...)

"Possibly, when Mayhama brings Akiba in and builds a new force, there's a direction to say that."

Michitaka asks directly. I don't like the rhetoric and schemes I've taken around.

"Though that would not be a draft either. Hmm... what do you think? Lord Michitaka."

Michitaka liked the Duke, who used the honorable name "Your Highness", for hating the word “Sir” during the meeting. Michitaka herself doesn't mind either, but this old man feels like he has the mood to negotiate with the other as one person.

(Well, and. This one's not as talented as Lord Shiloe.)

Michitaka twists its thick neck.

At that time, a modest knock sounded. Coming in with Michitaka's permission was Henrietta with a night meal on the wagon. Akiba's mission, which was increased at the suggestion of Shiloe, also included the "cook". They had (albeit painstakingly) arranged for various banquets to accompany small meetings and tea parties in this section rented by the Round Table Conference.

This evening meal or drink will also be cared for by Henrietta's difference.

"Oh, just fine. Mr. Henrietta, please be present."

"No, I'm just..."

"Well, fine."

Henrietta frowned at Mitsutaka's invitation, but when she asked her over layered, she lowered her hips next to Mitsutaka after arranging a snack.

"You're the young lady who was dancing with Lord Shiloe at the ball."

"Yes, my name is Henrietta and I belong to the March Alliance."

"The March Alliance is one of the eleven guilds of the Round Table Conference. This lady here is the staff officer there."

Michitaka takes a breather after the introduction.

Of course I'm not willing to push the blame on Henrietta, but things are too serious. If it were Henrietta, Michitaka's thought would find the missed pitfalls and offer a certain direction to the muscle path of the story.

The three of them, for now, laid their hands on the snack in front of them.

Chicken cold sandwiches and a warm vegetable salad. Plus fruit and a liquor with little or no thinly cracked alcohol.

Compliment each dish and leave it to the flow of chatter for a while.

Around Michitaka and Henrietta explaining their position all the time and Lord Sergiad depicting the city of Maihama, the story circled and returned to the subject of this evening's meeting.

"I think I understand the story more or less."

Henrietta said as she lowered her teacup with an elegant trick.

As per the gracious Sergiad, fold it as it is.

"An important starting point at the moment is Lord Sergiad's vision of a goal, isn't it? I wonder if we can share that with the Round Table."

Michitaka will.

In short, that's all there is to it, but there was a pitiful thing when the pains and confusion of those five-hour meetings were summed up in just one line of words. But this will not be attributed to the Michitaka and the others either. It also means Henrietta is smart.

"Hmm..."

Lord Sergiad meditates.

"It's a weird story for me to say this, but you won't move on if we keep exploring each other's bellies. Is this your candid statement? I'd like to hear it's a convenient hope."

Michitaka also accompanied the words.

I'm perfectly sorry to treat you like a dog and cat, but this old man wouldn't be so disrespectful. If a human being, who was regarded as having been, and who would also be the head of the Lords' Council, had that degree of insight, it would not be worth dating.

"First of all, you're a looting army of goblins for the moment. I want to work together on this to hit the defense and eradicate it. We have a long history of war with subhumans, and it's an absolute challenge to protect our homeland."

The word was a snort to Michitaka.

That hope is no longer a prerequisite and a starting point for them to argue, rather than a condition or a request.

"And I no longer hold the idea of inviting you as the 25th nobleman of the Alliance of Free Cities Eastal"

Michitaka is surprised by these words.

"In the first place, it is now my belief that it was the source of failure, the source of misunderstanding, that dealt with the Round Table Conference with the same idea as our lords with fortified cities and territories. I'm not going to talk about excluding the Round Table or keeping my distance. It would be right to say that we now have the perception that the Roundtable Conference is a force that is mutually reinforcing with the Alliance of Free Cities Eastal.

The Round Table Conference, and the city of Akiba, are comparable in structure and strength to all of our Free Cities Alliance. The Lords talk to each other, and we work with each other, and the Gate - the Alliance? The Round Table Conference, which is a coalition of its guilds, is very similar.

Having insulted you by the fact that the territory is one city and that it is narrow, we have made a very rude and convenient offer to you by presumption. I wonder if this was negligence. "

Michitaka thinks about Lord Sergiad's words.

Well, if you ask me, there are some places where I can snort.

"We have forcibly ruled the city of Akiba, whose territorial area and forces are not commensurate with each other, with bad words, but within the framework of our alliance, and it seems to me that it will only sooner or later produce a quagmire and destroy ourselves.

Even if you can put a bell on the wolf's neck, you can't connect it to the collar. Not to mention the Eagle Lion (Griffon) flying in the sky.

In my view, a reasonable relationship between the two should be a reciprocal position between the Easter Alliance of Free Cities and the Round Table Conference. We should have an inviolability pact and a trade pact and use it as a basis for our relationship. "

"I understand."

Lord Sergiad nods in response to Michitaka.

"There is no territorial ambition or intent to invade the Round Table Conference. Protecting our own home in this world, and after that... if we can find our own way to the original world, that will suffice.

Of course, we need to go to sites everywhere to do that, and there are aspects that require food and other transactions. However, there is no conflict between fulfilling the purpose and working together as neighbors. If we can hold hands together, we've never done it. "

Michitaka sees Henrietta after responding so much at once. Henrietta supplements after shrugging her shoulders.

"Of course, this is going to be a very basic policy, right? A reciprocal relationship is not a real certainty until we see the wording of the treaty as to how the philosophy will actually be incorporated."

Michitaka nods at the slightly panicked words.

That's how I expected you to follow the details.

Sergiad seemed surprised by its too quick reaction and lack of decoration. I lose my word for a while.

"But if it is a reciprocal inviolability treaty and a trade treaty on a reciprocal basis… what it means is not to attack each other, to trade. I'm sorry, but the defense from this Goblin raid is out of treaty, right?

Now, of course, that we have not signed any treaties, and that is not a very relevant story, but how do we clean up this irregular situation mean a great deal to both the 'Alliance of Free Cities Easter' and My Hama territories?

Both Michitaka and Lord Sergiad nod to Henrietta's point.

In the end, that's where the story goes back.

Inequality in the burden of the "earthlings" and the "adventurers" -.

"About that, let's just put it down now"

Michitaka shrugged her shoulders like she was about to get heavier.

In the back of my brain, there's as much soudilow as there was earlier, and just remembering that makes me seriously worried ridiculous.

"Without the party Lord Crusty and Princess Rainesia, we can't even get the whole story together. Or maybe you have some specific ideas over there. It's not fair to worry about us alone. Including Lord Shiloe, it would be a balanced division of labour for those three."

Michitaka's opinion was somewhat abusive, but it was also a proxy for the feelings of the three.

Whether it came to a conclusion on this occasion in the first place or ended in a farewell, the race was no longer thrown. At dawn the army will depart more than Akiba. Michitaka and Lord Sergiad can no longer hold back their troops.

Crusty and Shiloe have moved, but there can be no such thing as a setback. If that's the case, we'll just have to watch the flow

"Well, Master Shiloe will do whatever it takes."

Henrietta nods with her lips pointy as if she were a little obstinate. The words seemed to denigrate Shiloe, but his eyes were filled with trust, and Michitaka was one person, a thought that fell on his chest.

"Which, then, would you consider making your grandson take responsibility for the backdrop of this one?"

Somewhere in Lord Sergiad's funny language, the occasion was open.

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(Now. Didn't you hear a rumble...? In that shady bush...... No way......, no way goblin?

By Rainesia is the female knight of "D.D.D.", dressed in abstinent blue steel armor and cape. Without even pulling out her weapon, she is hiccupying through a single-handed battlefield diagram and several reports.

"A large group in the two-o 'clock direction. and enemy units in the 9 o'clock direction, a total of 18 or more. Large Warcraft 2"

The voice of the concise report seemed different from the physical waist of any knight known to Rainesia, as well as the likelihood of a battlefield heard by rumors.

When she is still frightened by the darkness of her unfamiliar eyes, the woman gently anoints Leinesia's lid with ointment. After a few glances, the area was surrounded by blurry, rosy light for better prospects.

Still, I'm afraid of the sound of things around me.

This neighborhood is not supposed to be much of a place called Deep Mountain Valley, but Castle-grown Rainesia has its own endurance. Whenever the bushes shake in the dark, my knees laugh out even when I try to contain them.

(And be quiet. Keep your chest up...... Yes, take it easy......)

I haven't frustrated my feelings yet.

We have not lost the courage to move forward.

But the body is honest, and you feel life-threatening, instinctively frightened or trembling. Mobilize all of your pride and courtesy education as a nobleman who has drilled over the years, trying to advance with dignity, but it's about time for a blur to emerge.

"Princess Rainesia, she said a little more up the ridge would open her sight. Let's move over and get some rest."

That's what the female knight tells them.

Were the warriors around them already anticipating that instruction, reshaping the formation with the smoothness of running water? Only Rainesia and the two "earthlings" are stunned in the centre. They are them and are asked by female knights to convey familiar local terrain, etc. There are so many streams that once in a while, if you cross them and go up for a while, they say there's a high ground where you can rock and look down at the valley.

Rainesia and the others move on with their descendants.

Of course, large branches and the like are the veterinary paths where warriors leading the way pay for branches, but sharp grasses and the like are relentlessly entangled. However, I wonder how high performance Raynesian wears "Silver Armor of the Goddess of War" (Valkyrie Mail), which feels as if it doesn't pull them together to play on the air wall.

(Although the performance is impeccable. Really, uh-huh)

All I care about is the amount of exposed area in the legs.

If this is winter, I guess I can say something about my body being cold and being unconscious about my cape, but I don't go there either in the summer. What Rainesia is wearing right now is also a thin cape of barely even around her waist, which is too pitiful a substitute to call a coat.

(Ah...)

But while they were distracted that way, I guess they were unexpectedly earning distance. Climbing up a slope about the back length, bypassing a tree-like tree-lined tree stand, suddenly opens up in front of you. It was a pompous, open rock on 6 m squares, a ridge overlooking the valley. From the rocks you can see the trees beneath the cliffs, and the rivers flowing, and their stretches.

Are hundreds of glowing pines from the Goblin army? It waxed deliberately and reminded me of the awakening of an evil bug.

"Come here first"

What the female knight proceeded with was a simple chair for the assembly ceremony. I don't have a back or elbow hanging, but I'm grateful to be able to lower my back and join my legs together.

Rainesia, politely thanking her, borrows a chair and lowers her back.

I found out in that speech that the Adventurers are fundamentally different from the Rainesians. It seems better to assume that everyone has a noble upbringing and identity, not just representatives of the Krusties [Roundtable Conference].

So thanksgiving and politeness should not be lacking. But on the other hand, the Adventurer also seems to dislike the vain. Was that reasonable in your current acknowledgement? and observe the female knight, but she reads out the map in a stirring and mindful tone. I guess there was no problem.

Around the perimeter, adventurers brought out one assembled piece of furniture after another. A small, assembled table supported by three legs, perhaps a couple of cylinders that seem to be binoculars. Easy drink.

"Here we go."

"Huh?"

The moment Rainesia turned the female knight, a flash of light flashed in the valley. A roar that sounds slightly late. Creepy vibrating noises linger around. Against confused Rainesia, the female knight carefully points to the bottom of the darkness, the corner of the valley with white fingers.

Focused there on consciousness, Rainesia finally feels the distant sight extended in her glowing vision. Even the contours of trees and leaves jump into view with reality.

"Fairy ointment for sniping (fairy balm). You can see it from a distance, can't you? Don't get too close...... it's time to come. Take a good look."

The white light was a flash.

Apparently, the lightning strike penetrated the center of the platoon of the Goblins exactly. The hammer of the Thunder God, which fell from heaven, kicked the goblins with the power to blast the earth through the ground rather than shock itself.

And Rainesia saw Crusty floating firmly in that flash. A long shadow that drives through the woods with a huge double-edged axe lightly erected, with a long pattern comparable to the biggest spear in the castle.

Along the creek in the woods where Crusty runs through, a striking force that should have roughly a hundred men continues. It made me think that Krusty's cloak flipped long and long on his back, eroding the forest.

Whenever that unit touches a goblin, or chops, or wears, or deals lethal damage, it gets greedy. It would be magic to shine hard and hard. At this distance, the details cannot be found, but only the overwhelming annihilation power can be understood.

But it was Krusty the one who captured Rainesia stronger than the attack power of the Hundred.

Crusty, who led the knights on their backs, was putting together a different kind of sign than he was at the head of the unit and commanded loud voice. The discomfort felt on the deck of that ship was building the Corpse Mountain Blood River with a specific figure.

Lips connected like three moons.

Pleasantly narrowed eyes.

Eyeglasses bouncing silver light.

Crusty was sickening the battlefield with joy. Like a child rushing to the square on a festive day.

Crusty waves both hands.

An axe that makes the tip invisible like a whirlwind for a while.

And the surrounding 3m opens up a space where no one is there.

Or a warcraft that strikes Krusty. Crusty readily accepts a giant wolf rampage as big as a cow with his protruding left hand and flies a swing around. Sticking into the wolf giant are dozens of arrows and numerous swords that have been magically enhanced.

As if it were a wheat bag, Crusty throws away a warcraft that easily became no longer a chunk of meat. His interest is shifting to the next Goblin unit.

It was ominous.

It was creepy.

It was horrible and disgusting.

But for Rainesia, it was kind of very sad.

Whether it looks ominous or creepy, it's probably the ego on Rainesia's side. I find it rude to have such feelings for a brave man who protects his own hometown.

But what is this sadness?

"Forward fifty, hill giant two. The recovery squad is lined up to the left and right. Destroyed from perimeter units."

I hear a female knight calling small.

When I opened my eyes, which I had unwittingly closed, what I saw there was Crusty heading towards two giants with giants, like a castle tower.

"-!"

Crusty hits a stick like a marutai that gets knocked down with a two-handed axe that jumps around like a flying swallow and stands between them. From Leinesia's point of view, it was the sight of giants with an overwhelming physical difference releasing an attack that just scratched out Krusty's life, but Krusty's own smile only deepened, and Min didn't make her feel frightened.

On the contrary, whenever Krusty's weapon was shot with a red glow, the two giants began to obsess with Krusty alone as if they'd forgotten me.

And finally, Krusty just keeps flashing in the thin lights of dawn at the onslaught of two raging giants.

Of course, the two giants would have been Goblin's secret weapon in that offensive unit. There were countless goblins with stone bows and spears around. But the Striking Battalion (Legion Reid), led by Crusty, is now free from all constraints and begins to show endless activity.

Each large, four-divided unit was divided into four more units, which became platoons over fifteen and hit the Goblins. Their attack platoon will fill the forest where the Goblins exist with a surface siege net.

The Goblins, whose chain of command is uncertain in the first place, can't possibly be enemies of Akiba's army, which moves around dizzily but doesn't show any gaps. They are wiped out by magic and swords one after another in the darkness.

Magically enhanced Rainesian sight showed them too, but in consciousness they were only perceived as shadows dancing and dancing.

It was Krusty who was staring at me.

He gets his arm down and down like a conductor.

The balls of flame emitted simultaneously drink up the flock of goblins as if they were a burning avalanche.

Crusty seemed to have fun.

It made me feel much more free than I had spent in court.

That inflicted grief on Rainesia.

Rainesia just kept staring at Krusty without even knowing why she was sad or why she missed her.

Despite waving axes as far as power goes, cutting open enemies, taking attacks, and bleeding from both arms, the stride is powerful, and its command excites troops, Krusty, who looks like a god of war.

Its crusty remembers the dangers of becoming more and more transparent within the sight of Rainesia, sometimes melting faintly into the light of dawn as it is.

(That's...)

That was kind of a very impending sadness to my chest.

I think Rainesia must have lost her mind when Krusty looked so powerful and invincible in court and on the battlefield.

Crusty seemed to have fun, but perhaps at the end of that fun, there is nothing. At least, isn't Rainesia here?

Crusty and Akiba Expeditionary Army advances continue in the woods.

Raynesian spine staring at it stretched out and with all seriousness continued to seek the back of a long-lasting 'adventurer'.

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Closer to the Zantreef Grand River, Marielle and the others, who had rented the fishing gear warehouse as a temporary main unit, were planning their defenses by relaying messages from patrol units that were putting out around the city.

Already more than half a day, no sightings of the Goblins.

It seems the Goblins at least withdrew completely into the woods all over the mountains. The "adventurers" around them take turns sleeping in the lodgings and in this warehouse.

Since the first night, a day and a night have passed. In the meantime, Marielle and the others had succeeded in defending the town of Chousi.

What surprised Marielle was that the more players she had insulted as newcomers, the faster they adapted and enthusiastically considered defense.

Marielle thinks it might be best.

(Think about it, these kids, they're still kids with little game experience, like I thought I'd start (Elder Tail) with rumors of this expansion. That's not prejudicial either......)

Poor gaming experience necessarily refers to low character levels and immature in battle power. There are many disadvantages to this, and until now veteran players have only seen new players as handy, or weak.

However, it can also be considered beneficial to say that there is no preconception about the game system or the world.

For Marielle and the veteran players, Siloe's accusations - that "the earthlings" are human beings as well equipped with senses, spirits, desires and enlightenment as they are themselves - were a great shock. But I guess that shock wasn't as great for new players.

In the first place, the shallow days after they started the game, they are not yet deeply accustomed to Elder Tail being the game either. In that sense, we can cloud when we are in a situation that is equal to being abducted by another world, independently of [Elder Tail].

It was a pleasure for Marielle that they actively cried out for [the earthlings] protection and moved it into action. The rookies in the summer training squad did not have to convince Marielle to wave a hot valve to accept the execution of the defensive operation in the town of Choushi.

And look sideways at the newcomers getting excited, and there's no way the veterans won't get up. There are hardly any rewards for veterans participating in this rookie training. Originally a good looking after player against rookies, or else a first-rate guild rookie education squad. There's no way they're going to look unusual at the stare of a newcomer (adventurer) burning in hope.

If Marielle's "smile support" is added there, it will create a situation where there is no more morale.

Minori and Chan Tai conspired to head all over the mountain, which really broke my heart, but as a result I could tell it was a success. As far as Marielle knows, during the night of the first day, twenty-six battles were fought around the city. Per combat unit, in about four fights this would be a very spare fight.

When I finished, the new player's "Adventurer" had changed his face as well.

This otherworldly battle is different from the game Elder Tail. It's more like the air of the battlefield than the harshness of the battle itself.

The body seems to be trampling game characters with high performance, and endurance, muscle strength, endurance and agility depend on the profession on the game, but it doesn't pose any problems. Injuries also heal quickly with healing spells, and if the cuts, abrasions are about half-day tolerated, they heal naturally without spells.

But the fear of battle is on a more spiritual point.

Though monsters, taking lives with their own hands is a horrible feeling, and there are (adventurers) who, according to people, can be traumatized. That's an emotion Marielle understands, too.

If you want to keep fighting in this other world, you really need to get used to it, and for as long as you get used to it, newcomers need to be motivated with veterans who lean in.

Choushi's town defense can be cloudy, in the sense of motivation and opportunity, as well as being a huge challenge for new players.

This time, the first to detect the anomaly was also the "adventurer" of the morale newcomer who said so. The high morale will also be reflected in endurance and warfare, but the most noticeable impact will be increased concentration.

The three rookies who went out to guard the city immediately contacted Marielle when they found a white wave in the direction of the coastline.

Perhaps I still had that memory of being attacked on the white sandy beach of Zantreef. I can cloud that fear has now acted on the positive side.

When veteran players rushed, the "Aquatic Green Ghost" (Safagin) hadn't landed yet. It must have been because of the fast discovery.

The Zantreef Grand River is a very broad stream around here. Because the estuary portion is bordered by the sea, depending on the tide flow, sea water and brine water crossed over, and in the great river, many protrusions followed instead of embankments.

Veterans who have rushed, look at the sea and groan in despair. The number of white waves is high. A hundred or two won't work.

(This is...)

That felt Marielle too.

Choushi is a peaceful city with a focus on fisheries and agriculture. So, due to the structure of the city, it really becomes a stretched shape to lean against the Zantreef Grand River. Of course, considering the river floods and tidal tides, between the city's residential areas and the lake, there is a distance of more than 100 m, even in the narrow areas, but still the proximity is no different.

Moreover, these 100m are not 100m with forests and mountains.

Usually there are sand and stone beaches 100 meters wide that drag fishing gear and boats.

Protecting this town, which has been exposed for so long to such a vast area as the flank of the city, from so many safaggins is a daunting undertaking.

(No, it's difficult...

It's easy for us to survive. You just have to run back. Defeating Safaggin, whether it takes time or not, I think maybe I can. But protecting the town and helping everyone in [the earth]... I don't know if I can...)

But on both sides of Marielle, who was losing words to its foaming sea level, there was a ripple and a squeeze of strings.

Standing to the right is a direct line. Next to it is Towya.

On the left hand side are new assassins and many warriors with bows. Xiaolong, who is not good at bows, still has a throwing knife like a thick golden jade.

"Mr. Marier, I'm asking you to give me your orders for the weather."

The direct successor said, laughing loudly.

Marielle's feelings are lighter like wings in the blue sky with just that smile.

"Okay. Uh.... oh, guys, guys!

Marielle puts up her voice.

The foamy surface in front of me is creeping further, approaching the estuary.

"You've helped me so far. With the help of everyone, the town of Choushi did not take one victim, nor was it vandalized many fields, and the attack from Goblin was a sign. I'm really glad about this. But almost. It won't be over until we defeat our enemies... You won't be able to protect this town. Another fight, help me... Of which, I believe we can all do it. - Hey, hey!! Get in line!!

The bowstrings rang one after the other.

When it is repeated three times, the direct line rushes to the coastline first. After that, Xiaolong, Rezaric and the last Nyantai showed Marielle their hands in small pieces.

The "Adventurer" party where the march takes place everywhere.

But if you look closely, you can also see some groups that don't storm. Asking Minori with her gaze, who pulls up to the corner of the farm road with a wide view of the coast and lowers her hips, she came back with the "because she will need a replacement personnel soon" thing.

Marielle snorts at the sober opinion that she thinks she's really in middle school. But that's a good opinion. Replacement personnel due to fatigue would be a must if we were to try to stop this many at Seto's time of landing.

Heavy fighting is beginning on the coastline.

In that case, Marielle should also rest.

In prolonged combat, the spiritual fatigue of the recovery job is intense. Marielle herself was more than a high level "therapeutic cleric" (Cleric), her abilities should have been needed in the battle that was about to begin.

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Midland Equestrian Garden.

A simple defensive facility is currently being set up on a steep pitch and a unit is being formed here. Troops were departing one after the other when the formation was over and the placement was found, so this camp has only about 1/3 the volume of all armies.

The situation is extremely fluid.

Krusty and the Penetrating Strike Battalion said they started engaging earlier this morning. As for how much damage you've done to enemy troops, the observation team reports that it's probably about 1,500.

Siloe herself gets two names: Staff, etc., but she's not familiar with the history of tactics and warfare in the real world. So I don't know if this number is big or small, or if Goblin will make a retreat because of this damage.

Generally, in the military, they say that if 30% of their constituents become incapable of combat, they are almost completely destroyed. Sound familiar knowledge to Siloe, but this has a twisting neck part.

Did the enemy ever escape during the battle with Goblin? Thinking about it, I can't cloud without it, but I think that was mostly a "one left" situation.

Think of it that way, it could be that the knowledge of wanderings is wrong, or that such tactical knowledge of the real world doesn't work in this world. Or it could be that the goblins or sub-human species are off-grid belligerent and do not know about the retreat.

But on the other hand, there was good news.

In this morning's battle, Krusty and his men have destroyed the Goblin army's warcraft and two Titans without taking any damage. Goblin's main force will be fine as long as they leave it to the Legion Reid of the Krusties, as long as they don't even get out so big.

(In the first place, if someone comes out of Mr. Krusty's hands, the odds of winning won't increase who in Akiba's city took them)

Of course, some enemies are compatible. It is also possible to devise measures at the organisational level once the other party's information is known.

So just because the Krusties lose doesn't mean they'll never win instantly. In the first place, during the "Elder Tail" era, large-scale combat was a way of remembering how to attack with total annihilation repeatedly. Information always brings salvation to what follows. If strength is antagonistic, it is only natural that you should get more information on the subject to increase your chances of winning.

But if we were to bump into each other in the absence of information, Legion Reid, now led by Krusty, is undoubtedly the strongest sword in the city of Akiba.

(The center of the Goblin looting army should be left to Mr. Crusty)

Siloe puts a cotton in the center of the map and a black pebble. That's Krusty's position. Then place the white snoring pebble in the mid round equestrian garden and the green smooth pebble in the city of Choushi.

At the moment, the most at stake is the town of Choushi.

Of course it means they're being attacked by Safaggins, but if they take that headland, the Safaggins could even land in My Hama. The common denominator of both cities is that they do not envisage aggression from the sea.

Why did Safaggin show up?

I don't know exactly why, but Siroe still sees it as caused by the invading army issued by King Goblin. Both showed up in response. Or maybe it's a saffagin operation aimed at the interests of fishermen, but either way, it doesn't change the fact that they'll bisect the army.

(Well, it's woven around there)

Siloe puts a slightly larger pebble on top of the map, which she was moaning with her hands. The stone, streamlined, also looks like a waterfowl with wings somewhere, adorable. The position placed is at sea.

Prototype steam engine-mounted transport vessel (Okupete).

In this battle, we use this ship to spin it to the maximum.

Okupete, who unloaded the Krusties, was waiting for his succession at the abandoned port of Narasino, but it would be about time he made his rendezvous. He should be leading four squadrons (full raids) organized by Shiloe to the town of Choushi.

Okupete is a transporter and unarmed. It is, in that sense, a boneless ship with no decorations.

However, the hull, reinforced to perform various strength tests due to its prototype type, would have sufficient armor and high defensive capability. Also, in the sense of mounted weapons, that's what [Adventurers] should get on board.

Shiloe's specially organized units include Summoners and Bards. In direct ranged magic attacks, "Summoners" are inferior in attack power to "Sorcerers" (Sorcerers), but if you consider the existence of "ranged magic based on summoned spirits", the range is twice as good as "Sorcerers". The Bard will also follow its magical aggression to avoid the risk of MP depletion.

Later it was a race against time.

Shiloe consults with a narrative officer who hiccups into the tent and sets out one formation and troop placement after the other.

This battle, winning is not so difficult in itself. However, where it devastated Goblin's central battle power, it seems difficult for many Goblins to turn into Hagre tribes and vandalize the territory of the Alliance of Free Cities Eastal.

Siloe remembers a village of earthlings who stopped on their return journey from Suskino. Those spirited old men and the village workers with sheep. Of course, putting them in this dangerous world would require their ability to defend themselves, and I don't think that, in the unlikely event of their death, would "help" with that. But it's only natural that you want to help if you still have a chance, and fortunately, Siroe herself is in the position where it is expected.

Beating on the main force of the Goblin army will be fine if you leave it to Crusty like this. The problem is if less than 20,000 Goblin invaders decompose in the air.

Apart from the Krusties (Striking Squads), they manage to seal the damage caused by goblins inside the mountains by forming smaller, more mobile units and sieging the surroundings. Draw up a strategy for this and concretize it in tactical terms. That is Siloe's current challenge.

A major miscellaneous strategy was the key to hunting down goblins to the central hills of Zantreef.

To that end, the Krusties should be fighting "peeling" the outside of the Goblin main unit clockwise from the west. Fortunately, the Goblins have driven the momentum and have protruded on the Zantreef side enough. It would be possible to direct them to an ideal position if they were lured in like this.

The surrounding area will be much safer if we put our forces in place to follow the Krusties and seal the goblins in the Zantreef - the tip of the Chiba peninsula, known in the real world as the Housing Peninsula. The ultimate steeple point of the operation was Choushi's town defense, which was a soldier in transit by Okupete.

"Will my lord not head to the battlefield?

Akatsuki, who had finally followed him so far for an escort, asks sitting on a cushion attached to the tent.

"You want to go. But I'm not leaving this place empty right now. I haven't finished organizing yet...... Well, in a day or two, you'll see the end. Then it moves."

"Right."

Akatsuki nods.

Siloe is a Eagle Lion (Griffon) rider with just under 200 people on this server. At airborne speeds, only Red Winged Dragon (Wyburn) exists.

It would take a while to march in the mountains, but if only Shiloe were to travel alone, he could rush to the town of Choushi, even at Krusty's in half an hour.

There are two reasons why Shiloe is currently based here.

For one thing, it is better to stay close to a large number of mindset officers, so that instructions can be given to the entire army quickly.

The other is the result of the emphasis on the fact that we can rush to either the town of Choushi or the original of Krusty in a fluid war situation.

What Shiloe is building is a communications network for all units of the military.

If only this could be maintained, this Expeditionary Army is a collection of experienced [Adventurers]. Otherwise, it will be possible to carry out the operation automatically. Each platoon (party) shall have a leader to secure a line of reporting and instructions. Organize a horizontal liaison network between units and place a "Talking Operator" (Operator) as a vertical liaison network. Organize the information that came up by the Mindset Communications Officer, drop it on the map, and visualize the momentum.

The level of tactics and strategies that Shiloe thinks of is well known.

Strategies are similar.

Organize and visualize the situation. Once you discover that discontinuity, investigate it thoroughly, and find the spotlight, "perform" it to make it look effective. What Shiloe thinks is a "measure" is nothing more than a joint work of investigation and performances.

And the vast majority of it is plain work, like what we're doing right now, that's not on the table.

But the voice of one [mindset correspondent] echoes in the tent so as to scratch out such siloed thoughts.

"Mr. Siloe! The town of Choushi, the summer accommodation squad, is now engaged with Safaggin. That number will exceed at least a thousand safaggins for the 60 Adventurers. Overwhelming disadvantage."

"Tell Okupete to hurry! Then get me Mr. Karasin. We've created the final form. In a day... No, we'll set up a communications network in half a day."

Siloe spreads her vast annotated material over her desk. I am not lost in the voice of Siloe, who heads to a dozen [mindset correspondents] looking down from around me and begins to talk about future prospects in succinct terms.

Now complete the command and communication network as soon as possible.

And... Siloe chewed her lips and put her thoughts to rest.