"Exactly. Wouldn't the whole thing even warm up? If you showed up in the herd, you'd be able to break some of your body."
"If that had happened, I'd have pushed it all on you and gone first."
Contrary to me, who took the events that were repeated in front of him as a matter of course, the guide's beast man Gray is solidified with a flashy look.
"You're lying, dude... I don't care what poison you put down, it's not that easy to knock you down... what the hell are people on earth..."
"This guy is one of the best adventurers out there. If you count the people on the ground in strong order and from the top, you're the kind of guy whose name comes up in no time. I don't think you can do it that way."
Add a supplement to Gray, who is about to have a big misunderstanding, and immediately resume moving.
Swamp oak is completely unconscious and definitely not going to wake up until we walk away.
Exactly to the extent of a demon the size of a normal animal doesn't seem to end up making Travis struggle.
Even when we were at the same party more than a decade ago, our power and speed have improved remarkably.
This guy hasn't reached his peak yet - unlike me, he'll be able to do it on the front lines for the time being - and it was once again an act that made me so sure.
"Um...!
Leila rushes over for a small run, beside Travis, who leads the way.
"Good luck!
"Ah...... oh. It's no big deal."
To Leila stuffed with momentum on the verge of emptying, Travis is trying to maintain a barometric but party leader attitude.
Several party-affiliated adventurers led by Travis have also joined this exploratory member.
I guess I don't want to look nostalgic and twisted by much younger girls in front of the young people I've been working with.
This neighborhood also behaves like Travis when it comes to Travis.
Well, I suppose the members of this guy's party smile, knowing that the leader doesn't like young women, etc., and are tempted to keep them dignified.
"Still, some demons are called swamp oaks. Is it a different demon from the troll in the picture story?
"There are regional differences in the designation of demons. It could have been called a troll in the north. Well, the troll I ran into in the north dungeon before was about my back length just by the length of my leg."
Travis raises his gaze as he walks in the woods.
Next door, Leila looked up at the ceiling (sora) with a face that seemed incredible, and then Garnett turned to me with half-heartedness.
"... I wasn't with you, but I've heard rumors about that big of a guy."
"Seriously. Sounds like a good slayer."
"Is that what comes to mind first? Apparently."
"They're the ones waving their swords at our age, more or less that kind of thought circuit. So is Sakura, huh? This time, I went up to the fourth tier and I didn't participate."
Though I thought that wasn't prejudicial, if I recall, I'm convinced that the avant-garde-oriented young adventurer was something similar.
It's normal for people who are armed as self-defense in times of need to think they don't want to fight strong demons if they can.
But when they were actively completing combat skills and the kind of people who also had skills in those systems, they tended to prefer to ask and explore for the purpose of crusading strong demons.
Except for guys like Theodore who are just obsessed with dragons, it's not so uncommon to hear that giant creatures have emerged.
"So is Temehe, Chandler"
Garnett looks back without stopping and turns to the members of the White Wolf Knights, who make up the back half of the line.
"Am I attracted to demons and stuff? If you're smart enough to be human, I'd be interested."
"Then you're not a demon anymore, you're a demon."
"Maybe. Either way, I'm in the mood for a shot at that A-rank. When this dungeon problem is cleared up, you're gonna have to stick with me."
Chandler has a belligerent grin and looks at Travis' back leading the way.
This guy's a middle-class fighter maniac.
But he seems to be the type to consider the battle of the Warcraft opponent as something close to 'hunting', and he takes it apart from the battle of the human opponent.
The other participating members, Hild and Ambrose, are in the category of not interested in fighting and seem to be talking about something about the toxicity of Swamp Oak.
Ambrose noticed that I was looking at you - he said he was completely covering his head with a hood and a foredrop - and he turned to me about the topic he was dealing with Hildo as well.
"I hear Troll's blood has a drug effect. Here's one, with the help of Erica on Walnut Street, why don't you check out Swamp Oak's blood as well. There could be a new drug."
"... for now, moving to your destination is your priority. Anyway, it looks like we should ask the Alliance to collect the material when we get home."
We can't be making a stopover for material collection right now, and by the time we get back, we'll be waking up and running.
You can't even look and crusade on your way home, so it's usually best to turn to asking for adventurers.
persuade Ambrose and Hild in the form of, and then also gaze at Ulysses walking the farthest back.
- But Ulysses, for some reason, was sighing with a melancholy face.