Lonely Attack on the Different World

One day the Neighborhood Demon Forest

The growing number of demons in the forest had heightened vigilance, and during preparations for an operation to sweep the south side of the forest all at once...... a group emerged from the north.

"Let the Crusaders know! They'll poke me in the back like this, they'll pinch me the worst. You're going to die here. Go!

This guy is a runaway I just met, and he's still young. And smarter than us, it's a waste of time to die... survive the same adventurer Nanama that drowned in our neighborhood.

"... Yes. So definitely carry it, be sure...... because I will definitely call for backup!

He's gone, but you can't come back here.

The number of signs that emerge from the forest is… too many. If this were the case, I would have learned more from the orphan teachers... not counting my fingers at all.

"Whoa, he said carry it around. I'll be tense!"

"Damn, good luck if you expect me to. Um..."

Moving around without surrounding us and slowing down the progress as we hung up... duh, I wonder if it was a delayed operation. Because you missed the smartest guy in orphan class and let him go, we're the ones left with bad decks.

Instead of studying, we couldn't read, write or learn, we didn't learn anything, we just had to be adventurers without jobs... it was an outrageous pleasure to learn to study and be smart on little kids... but I don't think I can take the sweets anymore.

"We came to the edge and got stronger, but we've had so much fun..."

Stronger. No, I was complacent. I knew we were weak. The strength of the border was nothing like a skirmish with the demons of a village or town that we know of.

So everyone here is desperate, so everyone is alive at all costs, happy laughing raw at all costs. Everywhere, everywhere, there were good people in a good city... everyone was so sweet until we were like us, and we were so helpful, they said, "Thank you for protecting the border."

"Oh, if you want to end up with a filthy adventurer."

"Not at all. It's a good place, the border (here) is... it's dangerous, but we're all nice and warm."

Ripped and repositioned the moment we made it, stiff but little ghost (goblin) or... no, you don't have to take it down. All we have to do is attract and buy time.

"Don't go straight down, don't let me out of the woods!

"I know, but there's a lot of them... we're gonna be surrounded"

"Turn right! Take the flank of the herd and pull north to go around."

Mark the tree so you don't lose sight of the direction, retreat and pull in looking for a favorable spot... all we had to do was punch our brains full, we got smarter with the retreat tactics in the forest war. Back in the day, you were surrounded by a bunch of demons, blinded, swallowed up as they were and died in an instant.

"Think, or... it's amazing... because I'm smart, damn it!

"It's totally hard, 'cause I was just waving my sword around without thinking about it. Grr."

Little children taught hard. I was praised when we remembered we were retarded, I guess I was stroked in the head with those little hands... I had never been praised or taught by anyone, I came to the edge to finally know that I had lived with nothing but power and that power was weak.

"There's a big tree in the back left, I'm inviting you!

"Okay, don't get me wrong."

"You too, if you have a spoon."

The shield put the opponent on the outside, so that the enemy's actions would be limited and easier to read, and it would clog the group without enclosing them. They taught me so hard, that's why I'm gonna get it all out here.

Cut, invite, retreat, pinch and defeat with your companions. Create a local interest, create a sum of people, and choose the best course of action correctly at the best moment (when) - which is why we think and prepare ahead, and that alone made the battle completely different from what we knew it would be.

"Ha! It's the limit, we're going down."

"Whoa... shredding doesn't make it less, you bastard"

"Oops, that's why you can't let me go..."

Temporarily long, reduced by one, stacked one by one, even pointless. Because we could only learn to add up... the little kids taught us so hard, so we won't let them go, I'll remember the deduction with the life of a demon.

"Wow, my sword is broken... I'll ask you later"

"Ugh. Yeah, I'm sorry. Throw a stone in the back... you don't have to defeat it... it won't kill you with a blade ruin."

"Damn, the spear stabbed you eh... whoa, the stick is dropping!?"

Grab the collar of a fool trying to penetrate it and pull it back, don't die on your own because you don't have enough! But beating each other up, that's not bad either!

Push back with a sword that can't be cut off by force to pick up the stick at your feet and collect it. I was wondering why all the neighbors had sticks, but that was wisdom of life, wasn't it?

"Fuck you, I'll never let you go to the village or town, you're dead here. Hey!

You can pull this far, there won't be any more - so we'll hit each other. Without thinking about things as difficult as they used to be, laughing and hating at the power from the front, beating and beating and killing and trampling. They took my family away from me at a young age, and then they ate my friends I fought with, and even killed the ones I finally found, so you guys die, too, because there's nothing left for you anymore, so you all die.

"Not a bad guide and sticks, it's refreshing to punch."

"Oh, my face looks like a demon, so you look better than a swordsman."

"Come on, you're a tough guy, so don't be surrounded by demons, you can't tell."

Beat, smash and trample. An empty man who doesn't have anything anymore, he hates demons, and he drifts all the way to the border, and he wants to protect me, and I die protecting him. It was the border that gave me something warm in me that was empty the whole time.

My family, my buddies, my friends, everything was gone... now I have something warm in my chest, I want to protect it - that's all I feel good about, much better than that nothing-nothing void.

"Are you all right! I'm here, you're here, it's corny! Here comes the corn, you'll roll the demons!

Damn, the idiot's really back!

But corny!? It's a legend - all of a sudden, with a whirlwind, a silver wind and a demonic blood splash.

It is a living legend of a group of famous adventurers on the border who say they will roll around the demons that are attacking and swarming, who are also said to have said that the brunette calamity is the fastest corny on the border. Apparently it wasn't the place to die yet, and apparently the orphan teachers can learn how to deduct it.

"Are you all right? I'll treat you right away, don't move. It's okay now... enough, I'll take care of it, and I'll definitely cure it."

"Mushrooms, hurry! Give me an extra grade, quick!

"You've been attracting me until so long... because I can definitely save you. And I won't miss a single one!

"I know, I won't let you hurt me anymore! We will destroy every single one of them without passing through!

All the mysterious rumors were young farewells, and the old man had to be saved by a beautiful woman at all.

"Damn, thank you. Thanks for the help. Was it, like, a corny sorority? I'll be grateful."

"" "" Forget that name! Because I'm not rolling!! I'm not even planning on corning!! ""

Vegan fast, calculated and exhausted, the demons are blocked by the trees, right and left, companions and trees, and their feet are cut, rolled and chopped in a dense state where they can't move and can't swing a stick well. Tools and weapons are rarely seen on the border, but using them is highly conceived technology and collaboration.

This is the tactic that the orphan teachers have been trying so hard to teach us, how can we fight in such a favor if we are extreme... I don't know, we need to learn more.

"Guh... I didn't know you were going to look forward to learning in a good year... so keep the city and the kids. Er... We're finally going to be able to protect someone, and we're going to have something that we don't want to lose, even if it's all empty. So, thank you, you corny sisters! Come on, let's go!

"" That's why I'm telling you I'm not corny!! Next time I say I'll roll!! ""

"Don't push me any more, he said you don't have to fight with that body! Leave it to me!"

We roll the demons and chop them up without even having to get our hands on them. - Strong. Constantly moves in a low position, inviting demonic attacks to be kept and flushed with shields to cover his feet. While slashing in, let the demons chase him and draw him, then roll him precisely... slash him, kick him, step on him. Speaking of which, I forbid you to say corny to your wife or orc to your wife. You also said that the orphan teachers. He hasn't studied enough yet.

"Don't you have a turn... I'm sorry, but I asked for it. If you can make it home alive, you can have some booze."

"" "So don't say corny!! I'll take the luxury, but I don't need that name!

Smart, skilful, collaborative... and strong. It doesn't make a difference in numbers because we understand our strengths and are familiar with the art of using them effectively, and we can count on the hindsight... but it says corny, right? Do you mind if I don't call you? Oh, I can read it now... that's the word "corny" right?

"So I hate this gear. No!" "Because there's nothing better than this, so bear with me!" "'Cause I see you over there in a corny way..." "It's good for preventing theft... because no one will get their hands on it." "" I appreciate this gear, but there's corny gold carvings everywhere and everywhere! "" "What a corn on my sword body..." "And on the surface of the great shield... I think I'll even remember the demons, so I have to kill them all!

Strong, just strong. I knew the border was scary, let's go home and study - I just heard about studying and worm spit was running, but getting smart is good for the guide... can you even read the letters in the corn? It's corny, I don't care what you think.