Underground City Operations
The Centurion hasn't returned - the delay in the operation was inevitable, but if that happens in this situation, the Marshal can't hide the upset.
In the underground city's operations headquarters, after the lights have gone out, I look up when I hear noises in the outdoors. The forehair, which usually only hangs in one cell, was torn apart today.
"... Marshal, calm down. I'm certainly worried that only the 100-man team won't be back, but I thought it might be possible."
The chief of staff nodded with anxiety.
"That's right..."
Tomorrow, I will finally beat the salmon of the main house of Urme. Her dictatorship has afflicted me for many years, but I will finally put an end to that history.
The operation is perfect. The designer and staff considered what would never miss the salmon.
The problem is a monster called a mediator - it is solved by [Frenzy King Sword Mai (Insain Blade)].
The best thing to do is not to use this talent ball, considering the troubles that have occurred to Sumeria's flesh, but if something unexpected happens, you have to use it without hesitation.
Hundreds of people.
That was the plan. The Marshal himself initially said he would use it, but his men disagreed that the Marshal's memories of leading the underground city after Salme's death would be irresistible.
Therefore, it was decided that the Marshal would retain the talent ball and use it for 100 people.
I haven't told the Centurion the details of the plan. As a military subordinate, he faces many of the salmon people, saying, "If the upset comes to his face, I want you to tell me all the plans immediately before the decision."
Perhaps that's why the other scouts are back, but not to the hundred captains - if you still think you can afford the maneuvers, you won't have to hurry back.
(But the decision is tomorrow.....)
I wanted to move more fully, but the longer I waited, the less I could hide my talent balls. Salme will activate his might to investigate the homes of all Underground Citizens.
Tomorrow is the best time for more troops to leave the underground city and work outside.
"... nh, what is it?"
I thought I heard a noise somewhere far away. Explosion-like, landslide-like sound.
The chief of staff also heard the sound of the marshal.
When I hurried to the scene, it was a gateway to an underground city that I didn't usually use. By the time the marshals arrived, soldiers had already gathered close to the entrance and the magic lamp was lit.
"What happened!
"Here, this is the Marshal. You arrived early."
When the surprised soldiers saluted, they were -- they were all wounded.
The Marshal knows that he is a member of a 100-man force.
"Hey! What happened to him!?"
"That's it....."
The soldier spoke with a constant breath.
The early summer bird attacked me.
I returned home in chaos, but everyone but myself was dead.
I was left alone, but the birds didn't stop attacking in the early summer, and they stubbornly ate it.
"Such a monstrous bird...!? What happened to the centurion long?!
"Yes, the captain said that he would bring the birds to the Dark Elves settlement in the early summer....."
"!? That's ridiculous...!
I was able to read the behavior of the head of the hundred.
For centuries, there were no natural enemies in underground cities that had not been invaded by external enemies.
However, recently discovered talent jewels. Dark Elves, the opponent of the fight.
What happens if they try to find an underground city?
Dark Elves can be a natural enemy for underground cities, not to mention wisdom monsters.
If so, let the monster herd penetrate and cause damage, the underground city will be safe.
(Hundred Chiefs, are you looking to the future of the underground city...!?)
Even if the coup succeeds and the Marshal is at the top, the underground city itself won't last long if there is an enemy named Dark Elf.
If so, he may have chosen to hit the dark elf with the disaster that struck the 100-man army, and even at his own expense, the underground city was safe.
At that time, there was a murmur, a murmur, and a noise from afar. There must be a bird raging outside in the early summer.
"I'll take a look. Treat him."
"Beard, Marshal!? It's dangerous!
"If we don't see our enemies, we won't be able to plan a maneuver--is that what you mean, Marshal?
Apart from the worried soldiers, the staff officer took it for granted.
The architect left, the marshal followed the staff officer and three soldiers up a narrow passage that was not normally used.
There is a rusty iron door at the end of the corridor where a funky smell stands. It is an emergency passage that is rarely used, but the Marshal noticed something unusual when he reached the iron door.
It's hot.
She has a burning fever.
I hear birds ringing from afar —— a voice I've never heard before this evening.
"Can you guys open it?
"Ha."
The soldiers headed for the iron door and opened it with a voice.
————
The forest was on fire.
Luminosity like midday is due to flames.
Hot air and fire powder blew in from the outside, and the soldiers covered their faces.
"Is this... what birds did in the early summer...?
Fire has broken out over a considerable area.
To the point where my feet were about to come forward,
"Marshal, it's dangerous!
The chief of staff raised his voice of restraint, but the marshal did not stop.
(Why?)
I had a question.
(Early summer birds with so many flames. I thought there might be a huge crowd... but they're nowhere)
We can still hear a noise in the air, but that's all there is to it, there's no one coming down here and setting fire to it.
I have no choice but to check ---
The marshal came out of the iron door and looked up at the sky.
The marshal saw it on the slope of the mountain, which was the source of the flame.
"Nh, nnh, nnh..."
Early summer birds are, of course, flaming birds.
It's so big that you can see it in the distance that if something like that comes in a crowd, it won't be enough for a hands-on 100-man team.
But...
"What is that? What is that?
The gathered early summer birds are breaking up the herd and trying to flee.
But —— there was a giant that was catching the bird and eating it, poking at the clouds.
The moment I saw it, I trembled.
My instinct tells me that I shouldn't get involved with such things.
"... that's human money (...). Even so, the contents are lizard friends."
That's what I told the Marshal-- the one behind him.
It was the salme of the main house of Urme, the enemy of indestructible days for the Marshal.