"Oh, whoa!!
Beyond the fog, Menel rushes over screaming.
Usually Menel doesn't speak up much during battle.
If you scream, you'll be able to fight off your powers and your fears, but that's because it's not the way the forest warriors fight.
He moves silently and stabs silently.
I dare to raise my voice to the Lord of Screams so that at the same time we will not lose sight of Menel's position.
Leaving him in his voice, Menel keeps getting ahead.
"Row, hurry!
Due to the timing when I heard screams, the "Walking on the Water" spell is not on anything other than Menel.
I guess I couldn't even afford to do the surgery at once on a large number of people in this place where fairy protection is thin.
It is only natural that Menel, who had the most accurate picture of the situation, should be ahead of him, beyond what was already a situation of persecution.
Turning with all your strength, Gungu and the shore approach.
It is an obscure muddy wetland that grows pompous and thinly unreliable plants, indistinguishable from the waterfront.
"Give it to me! It's taken by mud!
Raise your voice and raise your voice.
Everyone knew what to do. Immediately jump off the ship and push the ship up to shore as it immerses itself in the water that precipitated it to its legs.
"-!"
Soon he grabs his arm and continues to run out.
My legs are buried in the mud. Forced to kick it up.
Bad scaffolding. If it is a battle of sorts, standing around may be considerably restricted.
I think it's a bad idea, but we're all moving forward together.
"Wow, la!"
I broke my flesh and bones, and I heard a dull noise.
Beyond the fog. Menel had a long sword, clawing the neck of a serpent with no eyes attacking him from the swamp. It's bright fat.
Twirling, the serpent's head spins and falls to the mud.
By the side, someone strange is falling.
Was it loose that was knitted, long hair of gold flaking and spreading? Long ears like Sakaho.
Elves. - Survivors!?
"Menel, the person is safe………………"
"Not yet!
Menel's short scream.
The next moment, an eyeless serpent bouncing off Menel's left and right mud plots. Menel makes her bundled silver hair dance and bites the two.
Linked to that motion, he waved his sword toward one, but Menel's blade could not dimension the snake's torso.
A blade ate into the snake's torso - the next moment, something amazing happened.
The first snake that was supposed to have been strangled approached Menel's foot. With no neck.
"Shit!"
Menel is compelled to let go of his sword and kick a neckless snake trying to tangle, he jumps big and takes a distance.
Wearing "Tsubasa Shoes (Wing Boots)" is lightweight on the mud.
"You guys, get ready -!"
Menel retreats here as she helps a blonde elf fall into the mud as it is.
To the movements of the chasing serpents - finally, I see the whole story.
It was not the snakes (...).
In the mud.
Numerous eyeless snake necks, as thick as a man's torso, were connected to even more gigantic snake torso.
Multi-headed serpents intimidate us as we strip out our yellow teeth and flourish with red tongues.
"What's this!?
"The King of the Swamp..."
"Hydra."
Everyone grasps the opponent and exposes their guard to the alien giant.
and the neck cut by the menel bubbled and the new neck was about to grow slowly.
"Fire Arrow (Sagitta Flameum)"!
He unleashed the Word.
The flaming arrow, created by the Word and produced by Mana, lands a bullet in his neck trying to regenerate without passing his aim.
bursting sound. Hydra gave herself a mighty roar as she turned to bitterness - making the area tremble and tremble.
"Wow......!
"!"
Two well-eared elf-borne people overheard.
Without worrying about it, I run my gaze and observe my neck.
Burned, burnt tissue was stopping regeneration.
"Flame active! Lu, mr. Gerreyes, mr. Leistoff! The avant-garde!"
Angry Hydra looms.
Everyone unleashed their weapons and moved forward with their shields.
"Menel, take that person and retreat!
"Oops!"
Menel stays put and falls back into the wrong place with the avant-garde.
I can't go out front. [M]
It must be from the foreseeable rear when it comes to looking over the neck of a snake that spreads back, forth, left, and right and inhibits regeneration from the dropped end.
That's why.
"… am I a guard?"
I've always been the one screaming wart and coming forward, and that's how I was able to solve it.
It's rare to fight from such a position. There is an unexpected freshness, although it is not a time for emotion.
"As soon as I drop it, I'll bake it! I left it to you before!
"Ha!"
"Sir."
"I got it."
My voice returns to my mouth. That's how the battle began.
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A sharp, but tremendously powerful sword flash drops Hydra's head.
Mr. Leistoff's slaughter.
It's about the torso, and it cuts a chunk of flesh and bone around the movement. It is not something that can be achieved with constant training and skill.
Even Menel, who was supposed to be quite skilled at the moment, failed once and was taken with the sword.
But he naturally drops one, two and his neck.
I kept releasing Fire Arrows to match it. [M]
I thought it would be okay because I haven't been on the front line for a while, but it doesn't seem to fade at the end of the move.
And...
"Huh!
Together with a sharp temperament voice, Hydra's neck, which brought a sickle at an unreachable height, burst and tore vertically.
The effect of Gus's newly inscribed Sign on Mr. Leistoff's sword of love.
Probably a unique "sign" based on "Blade Extension" and "Sharpness".
My sense as a wizard told me that the sharp blade formed instantly by Mana was cleaved to the end of the sword.
Gus still has a good eye. That's a compatible improvement for Mr. Leistoff.
It is simply better to 'a sharp sword that reaches far' than to poorly increase the power of the owner or something, than to have the level of the user put together in a higher dimension.
The appearance of the sword makes it impossible to deduce the time, and the degree of first sight is increasing.
"Fire Arrow (Sagitta Flameum)"!
Immediately add an arrow of fire against the fallen neck.
This battle is going to go with this one unless there is a special change of circumstances.
It would be better to use the various Words to suit the enemy's fine situation in a clever way at first glance, which might look like a good rear guard.
But in fact, if you take all four steps to "look, think, judge, and use" on purpose, it can be a bummer, and if you think about it poorly, it can make your tongue snap.
Rather than that, you should hit one short magic that works there, in two steps: "Look, use" in a row. Even the avant-garde would feel safer knowing what was coming from behind.
- Everything is better to be simple and foolish, but there is no bankruptcy.
Release Fire Arrows in a row.
With his right hand, he draws a "Sign" with a double projection (double-cast) of gas production, guides magic and follows it so that he doesn't misfire at the avant-garde.
Same words, same letters. I'll hit him in a row with routine work, so there's no delay or confusion. Rather, the more I repeat, the faster the speed increases.
Arrival in a row.
Hydra's remaining necks raised a cry of anger.
The neck of the end tries to wipe the three avant-gardes off the horizontal giraffe as if it were a munch.
"Whoa, whoa!
In contrast, it was Mr. Gerreyes who set up the big shield.
With a low but gusty barrel-like body characteristic of Dwarf, lay a shield diagonally. Just from the side, it's a form of drawing people's letters.
Hydra's hard and sharp scales glide as they scatter sparks over a large shield of cravings and metal.
Moves that flow diagonally, rather than accepting. The other two lay themselves down in the shadow of Mr. Gerreyes, and Hydra's shovel cuts off the sky.
"Ohhhh!!
An intense blow from Mace entered the empty torso.
Although Hydra is highly regenerative, she can't wait to get intense shock into her gut.
Though he turns frightened and tries to resist with some necks, Mr. Gerreyes does not move as if he has rooted on the ground.
In addition to Dwarf's unique stature, that set of "Tsurugashi" protective gear probably has some magical action to adhere to the staging area.
"Now, young man!
"Oh!"
And Lulu ran into Mr. Gerreyes where he missed his attention.
Place the Harvard of Gold Rigidity behind you and tap it up from the diagonal bottom.
"……… Wow."
Bones and meat crumble and splash, it sounded tremendous.
Instead of slashing or something like that, the bursting result seems to be the correct expression for blowing it up.
One of Hydra's necks peeled half-hearted and flashy.
"Ahhh!
Hand over the long pattern, cut back and strike again. Now it's time for my neck to slit a thousand and fly.
Unlike Mr. Leistoff's vibrant incisions, an unbroken cross section that is somewhat like a giant has drawn to power.
I let go of more flaming arrows while I thought this was horrible.
"Ah, this is not my turn anymore......"
Arrows. I don't want to waste it, and, okay, Menel blurred behind me.
The trend in the battle had already been set.
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Mr. Gerreyes shields Lu from Hydra's attacks while overlapping and weakening the burden with a solid blow.
Lu ensures a great deal of room for Mr. Gerreyes to swing in the position where he will be well sheltered, causing Hydra to play his neck.
And from that time in between, Mr. Leistoff's bright sword flashes in the immortality of God. In and out of time is as good as I'd like to refer to.
... That's why my job was about firing a series of Fire Arrows that I guided while watching them.
"Hey, hold on tight, man."
"Ugh..."
Speaking of Menel, he remained on the perimeter alert while encouraging Mr. Elf, who apparently suffered a wound.
This is what we need to do to keep an eye on him without daring, although he seems to be taking it easy.
Even if it takes too many people, there is an increased risk of accidental firing and peer fighting.
It is a reassuring element that there is a watchdog who can rely on it. I can focus on the battle in front of me without worrying about further enemy intrusion.
I would like to think that there is no such thing as cracking into the battle of Hydra on a boulder, but this is a dark realm where mankind has not stepped.
It's not that I know what's lurking.
"Fire Arrow (Sagitta Flameum)"!
Even the three avant-gardes continued to inflict pain on Hydra, and each time I slammed the Flame Arrow into a flat press -
It was not long after that that Hydra was cut off from all her necks and sank into the swamps without even the screaming of an extinct demon.
"What, you did it............?
"Don't be alarmed. Hydra's poison can't be detoxified by the same miracle."
"Right. All of these hands can be broken even if their necks are turned down."
"Is that so?
"Yeah. It's bad luck after I'm done. It's boring to eat poison or something."
Three avant-gardes make sure there's no alarm, and I'll put my gaze behind me.
"Menel"
"Will, please do it right away. You're gonna bite me!
I rushed over, kicking the mud. [M]
Confirm Mr. Elf is being held in Menel's arm.
Flaky, muddy, golden hair with blurry, unfocused eyes.
She is a beautiful, elf-like woman dressed in a muddy, boneless traveling outfit, but called a neat nose beam, a smooth jaw line.
If we met normally, we might have done enough to see it.
"Ugh..."
Like right now, if you don't feel like cramping by eating fierce poison and spilling saliva!
"Hold on."
Then Menel won't let you out of his arms, and he won't join the war!
Though convincingly rushing to pray for the miracle of detoxification,
"Huh... Mm, Ri..."
Mr. Elf reaches out and tries to stop me.
"Hydra... Already, out of the way..."
"Mm..."
Bad. Prayer with the power of Yisha, regardless of the Miracle of Detoxification, can be ineffective when rejected.
For the good gods do not wish to extend their lives or use healing for torture unwanted.
... It would be tough to talk anymore, but it's really tempting to be an elf around refusing to waste treatment and trying to die.
What a persuasion, I just thought.
"Stop talking."
Menel grabbed Mr. Elf's hand and let him down.
"No... to you... Nana, the... well..."
"Ah............ Damn! Just be honest with me, brothers!
"How about………………?
Mr. Elf glanced at Menel, opening his eyes, which began to blink in focus.
Straight jade eyes.
"He's not a covert cleric. Friends of the woods, you are helpful.
So accept the miracle. "
"Ah..."
In an unspoken tone, Menel said.
Grabbing my hand.
"Pray."
to those words.
I did see Mr. Elf nodding faintly when he was already unconscious.
So I prayed to God.
- God, please heal this proud elf.
Prayer becomes a miracle, miracles become a pale light and pour on her.
It was not long after that that the unconscious elf woman slowly began to regain normal breathing.