Mr. Nobu’s Otherworld Chronicles

Shh, shh.

Even at dawn, the king's capital was covered in mist with clear weather until yesterday as if it were a lie.

Zazazazazazazazazawa

Troops from the west gate of the king's capital were about to leave now. That number, about a hundred. The carriage towed by the two horses is surrounded by an iron cage. Instead of being well maintained, the weapons in hand are rusty everywhere, and their colors are red and black. The chances of getting tetanus and other infections would increase if the blood paste dried out to shiny pimples with it and this was cut, including rust. It is a hell of a weapon in a way if you look out for range and strength.

About half of them equipped with it are despised as beasts and demons. Some have ears, and others have tails. Wings and horns are cut off and left as painful marks. There was no hegemony in his eyes, staring into the void in vain. Even the emotions are sealed by the imprint of slavery engraved on the chest. Now they are like dolls just listening to the orders of regular soldiers in command of their troops.

The other half were rough Pu people to see. The so-called criminal slaves. They left their emotions, etc. intact, although they were somewhat restricted. Morale was quite high because they were told that amnesty would be granted if they carried out their mission.

The troops run on a wet path. Without taking a break at a rate unbelievable in a normal march. The horses pulling the slaves were also specially adjusted. It is a one-way ticket to enhance cardiopulmonary function and other things to the limit with drugs to catch up with your goals…. Only regular soldiers know, but they're the only ones on the way home, so there's no problem.

One line to take a big break once in the village, where we arrived once after only a short break for two days.

"Captain, we're going to catch up in a day or two, according to information from the innkeeper."

"Um, behave yourself with some food to the slaves, too. At last, we're going to make it go wild."

"Ha."

The captain will take care of the weapons after ordering his men to. The rain continued to fall during that time.

The wheel of the carriage pulled by the horse makes an unpleasant noise and proceeds. Then, if I think there was a slight shake, the sound of Zuzun and something collapsing would be more wooden spirits than forward.

Troops are suspended. The captain unleashed a scourge to explore the way forward. But before this, there must have been a valley going down the valley. Because there are no bypass roads due to the hills with high surroundings, it is a path that must be passed.

A few minutes later, the captain frowned when the scouts returned for a report.

"He said it was a landslide!?

"Ha, it's more collapsing than either side of the canyon ahead and it's impossible to get through like this. The height of the sand was beyond my height."

"I just have to remove more than no detour. Get the slaves out of their cages and hurry up! While you're at it, you've got your goals ahead of you."

"" "Ha!!

My men will unlock the cage in turn. It moved like a robot as soon as those who did not move at all until they gave instructions. Slaves moving out of nowhere scratch out rusty swords instead of scoops and carry them out with a simple cage moddock using a borough cloth and a slice of stick.

Rain continues to fall during that time. On the other hand, the rain foot gradually intensified and the skin was beaten by the sound of a tsar. When the mud shook his feet to the point where they were stuck, suddenly loud noises echoed from the rear. Soil and sand that roar and collapse. It had piled up so much that the rear was completely invisible that it was completely buried.

"Behold! This is not good. Hurry! We have to move on before it collapses any further!

"Ha."

From a hundred people scratch out wet mud and turned dirt sand. Its weight keeps increasing and fatigue builds up in everyone. No matter how tired he was, he couldn't defy him because of his slave imprint, he was only moving his hands and feet even.

Znon!

I would have noticed that anomaly if there was something I could use magic on this occasion. No, I'm precisely here, but I couldn't react because of the slave print. The magic was exercised so that the magic of the surrounding magic vegetables could be played, thinking that they had concentrated on a single point with uninterrupted momentum.

The change came abruptly.

The moment one of the slaves stepped foot, he sank into the ground to the edge of his pants and chest. After sinking to both hands, he could not take any of his movements. I am desperate to carry out my orders even in that state.

And it was only those who sank to one side of their breasts, one propagating after the other. It sinks just as much as it falls behind. Regular soldiers, including the captain, were all in the mud with no exception.

"What the hell is this?"

I screamed unexpectedly but what answers that... got off directly above me.

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Ooh, bring me all over. Well. You're watching directly from the top while hiding yourself, but you're foolishly repeating the removal as if you were an ant.

"Dear Nob Sada, there seems to be no follow-up"

Fumitan kneels to Stan and Xiao. Shiru wings pulled into his back. I don't know what principle it is, but it seems to have been stored. For this reason, Fumitan's clothes have cleavage on the back side. It's just a little sexy. Well, I don't care about the information.

Speaking of information, it was they, headed by Fumitan, who even looked into the details of the troops coming after us after designating this location. You don't have the best combat skills, but you have a strong intelligence battle. Fumitan in particular is likely to be able to plan the operation and is expected to do so in the future. I want you to do your best to be my military master. Maybe I'll give you some kind of fan later. Aim for 100 intelligence.

Is everything because the chaser is here? Ask how you are with the fumitans and wait for your health to drain. I will cause a landslide in the "Bomber Mine," a "drone dust blast" planted in a place where the dirt and sand on the front is gone up to half way. The way to retreat is turned down and wolf together. I was ready to move on, and I was rushing the work.

- Sinking and sinking deep. Be a ruthless swamp that you can't get out if you even try to call it on purpose. The Doctor Sinks "Mad Prison"!!

Interfering with the earth as it is. The magic unleashed turns the bottom of the valley into a marsh prison with no escape. It's like a horror movie to sink in one after the other with Zpons Pong. Though it also feels like someone buried with 10% watermelon. Some of them had scaffolded their slaves and stomped to avoid sinking in, but the stones of the fumitans had caused them to fall on their backs and sink with only their faces floating. The sand steaming of the fingerhouse is also bright blue. I guess it's just wet and disgusting. It is the end of what I tried to help by kicking people in the foot.

In this way, there is also a wetland polo full of dodgy necks that only jumped from the shoulder to the top. What a disgusting sight. I'm the one who did it.

"You! Don't think I'm sorry for doing this to the glorious Lord Dillen's Secret Service!!

Only a face man who tried to help by kicking people in the foot is shouting out loud. Yeah, you're the captain. I dropped my heel because it was so depressing.

"Okay. Remember that I hold your lives now. If I run my magic, I'll even sink my neck full."

"Become!?" "Hih!" "I don't like it."

Somehow the Regular Soldiers are taking the initiative and shouting? I would like to say where the prestige has gone so far. Are the others... Hmm, a situation where all the subhumans can't scream even if they want to? I don't know much about criminal slavery. Shall I rewrite the slave print just for the sub? I have a lot to ask.

Some of the slave prints that float in slave magic are key to indicating the master. Slave prints themselves vary in shape depending on what you use magic for, but they always contain that part. But usually I can't tell where or what it is.

But the level up identification teacher will see the details. It's so sketchy. Should I change the way I call from teacher to professor? If only I could see the key, and then I could pour my magic into it, it would be a rough business that overflow would wipe out the key. You think what you're doing is pushing? Yes, but what is it? No, I really wish I could disarm it beautifully, but I don't have the time or skill to do it. This is it. There are fifty of them.

I don't care more about criminal slavery. Because it was just the one whose titles and skills told the story but who couldn't save his heart. What is it, a sucky title like [Pleasure Killer] or [King] or [Pedomeister]? Don't let these guys go wild. By the way, there was embezzlement in skills you've never seen before, but you have skills like this. I had it, Captain! I wonder if that's why this unit was led.

About an hour to at least overwrite the subhuman slave print while I think about that. Only they release the magic and free themselves from the swamp. Yes, no, no, no. Put it on. Ray! Oh, I don't want the last one.

Hmm, it's my fault, but is it a little awful to be muddy? It's raining and it's terrible.

This place has been domed with stonewalls. Shall I keep the floor cobbled where the rain is blocked? And then their dirt?

"Clear!"

If you utter a word, all of the subhumans are clean and refreshing. Mud and dirt are off. Ooh and voices up. Yeah, well, I've lifted all my irrational pledges, so I can speak up. You're shivering at how long it's been since anyone noticed that.

"Voice. That's my voice I'll be hearing for a long time!

"Ooh, I almost forgot. Yeah, that's what my voice looked like."

"My body can move freely. You did this to me!?

Whoa, my gaze turned to me with that word. Don't just get a little dizzy when you take the gaze from 50 all at once.

"Uh, I'm sorry. Let's just tell him that he's still a slave. My name is Knobsada. I rewrote the inscriptions of slavery that you had engraved on me and let me change the possessor. Nevertheless, I do not expect to give intact orders. It would be helpful if you could trust me a little by hitting me and releasing my voice and behavior."

Everyone will be silent. That's right. All of a sudden you won't be comfortable telling me that I'm your husband. If I were you, I'd be pretty.

"We're going to Gramada. Let me ask you how you became slaves on your way there. In some cases, I'm thinking about freeing them up there, so it'll be easier if you don't lie to me."

"Can I have one?

One such young man moved forward. Its appearance is alien. I suppose I would have four arms, but one was cut off or missing from around my elbow. The other one, with four red eyes lined up on its face, but two crushed with terrible scars. There are many scars all over your body that make you smell like you've survived a fierce battle.