Confirm the definitive death of Hydra and the healing of the elf woman.
Then I left my weapon in Lu's hand, clasped her arm, and crouched...
"Hey, hey."
I'll take it on your shoulder.
Firefighters and lifesavers from previous lives use it to transport rescuers, firemen's carriages... like Judo's shoulder car. Lift gently and move quickly.
We have to move quickly.
I fought flashly and scattered blood.
Strange birds are already squeaking around in the cloudy skies in search of dead meat.
Unless you leave the scene as soon as possible, it is imperative that you encounter (encount) new enemies attracted by the smell of blood.
"Wait a minute."
In that, Menel, who recovered the long sword taken from Hydra's carcass, raised such a voice.
"We don't have much time."
"Right away."
Returning that to the surprised Mr. Leistoff, Menel wrapped a cloth around his hand and pulled out a dagger beside Hydra's carcass to begin some work.
He carefully inserts the blade at the base of his maxillary fangs and, in human terms, from his cheek to the base of his ear.
"Okay."
Pour Hydra's black body fluids into the vial you were carrying.
This is...
"From the poisonous glands, poison?
"I wonder where it might be from here."
"Be careful."
Although I have been taught by Brad and Gus, poison is hard to handle.
It's surprisingly difficult, and knowledgeable, to keep it properly toxic and make good use of it at a stronghold.
"It's okay, I know"
Nevertheless, Menel is an excellent hunter and forest warrior.
It may be an extra concern because it handles animals, plants, and warcraft-derived poisons better than I do.
"Evil. No, I made it difficult. Let's go."
With all that said, we walked out onto the wetlands to the ship.
In shape and gear, Mr. Lu and Mr. Gerreyes may not be able to walk, but more than that, I also have difficulty walking because my legs sink into the mud just for the weight of the elf I was in charge of.
Still forcefully pull mud at the mercy of power. Muscle strength is useful in situations like this. It's good to have worked out!
"Hydra... you were a great opponent"
As he walked, Pompous and Lulu muttered.
My hands are shaking slightly. Come to think of it, Lu should be the first to have been relative to this many big guys.
"Absolutely. It's been a dangerous opponent since we got together."
"Though Berkley, the brave warrior, said that he had almost singled out Hydra."
Berkley Gang-Yu. Vi also sings from time to time, an ancient martial arts tradition.
There are still many mythological remnants in the world, where many of the evil gods' families were trekking.
Barkley, a wandering warrior, made his name heard in the ancient kingdom.
To serve Vault, God of Order and Thunder, and to wield its rigidity for the brave, noble, and innocent people, he crusaded many monsters.
I often prefer color, and at one point I create a cause that destroys me by the prank of fate and the jealousy of a bad girl -
In many ways, he's synonymous with a hero.
"When you look at the actual Hydra, don't you want to doubt it. I can't be alone or anything...... no"
Menel's gaze turned this way.
"What"
"No, you would crusade for Hydra alone..."
…………
Everyone else is going to look at us with a gaze of interest, so I'm going to seriously think about it.
It would be easier to blow it out of the midst of Hydra with a powerful Word, but it is unrealistic to unilaterally capture and attack Hydra, who lives in foggy swamps.
then encounters in the wetlands.
Supposed to fight Hydra, for example, with a fire-based weapon with an Enchanted effect.
If I could kill as many heads as I could at the beginning anyway while defending myself with a good magic shield.
Or if you hold one of the necks at the end aside and shield it, like Berkley, and fight while dragging it around the Hydra's, you can handle it, can't you?
You should be able to overlay the magic and prayers of Physical Enchant, which enhances your physical abilities.
Of course, there is always a danger of death when you are alone against Hydra in the swamp.
Still, even if it's forbidden to skip the Eat Up (Overeater) and start a mud fight.
"Maybe the minutes aren't too bad,"
When Menel looked up to heaven with a gesture that was already daunting, he apologized to Vault for doubting the greatness of the brave.
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Stay muddy and all return to the ship.
Put out the cloth and blanket along with the weapon back in the ship, and twirl the elf, still unnamed and stunned, to keep his body cool.
Then he soaked the ship back into the river, soaking it in mud to his legs again. Along the stream, the ship slowly moves out.
"Mmmm..."
"Wow, it's muddy to see it again"
"Wow Hill!?
"Burn and peel."
"I'll get you something to water!
They were all baptized in the swamps, so prayer and fairy protection and magic were also used to remove mud and thoroughly prepare themselves.
If you get sick in a place like this, it's no trouble, so it's important.
Even if they can be cured by prayer, they cannot regain the health they have drained by the time they are cured, and there are troublesome diseases that lurk in the absence of conscious symptoms and suddenly develop between them.
"This is it, all right, all right."
It was roughly beautiful, and it was all over after the battle, etc.
Mr. Leistoff is taking the helm silently and is alerting the area.
"So, this Mr. Elf..."
Again, look at her twisted in the blanket.
Rich blonde hair that fairies seem to like. The shapely face fades blue and makes me feel faint. My tiny eyes remain down, but I do breathe.
... finally take a breath and we can talk about this guy.
Considering the example of a water snake, it is difficult to say that it is also a safe area on a ship, but it is still a relatively better place.
I can't expect anything in this dark area, like a perfectly safe place.
"Elf survival, sir?
"I guess."
"Ma, you can't even talk to us alone."
There was no such thing as reluctance in the menu.
Hey, wake up, and slap an elf's cheek like a piece of art to the point that it sounds becky.
And seeing as it still wouldn't wake up, I put a vial of my hand on her plump lips and poured intense distillery liquor into her mouth without hesitation.
The effect was surface.
"............ Huh!? Gee ho, gee ho!
Intense irritation opened his eyes instead, and the blonde elf jumped.
Looks like she said she doesn't know what's going on, and she looks left and right.
"Oh, I'm up. I'm up."
Menel laughed like an evil kid and said so.
Speaking of which, we've been freezing a little for too many menel treatments.
"What... what the hell!
"I woke him up with an exciting kiss. How you feeling, brothers in the woods? You want to throw up or have a headache?
"Hey, what a nasty word! Your ears are dirty and you're giving me a headache!
Even though he was cured by prayer, he was demodulated from a state of imminent death.
You must be wearing out your strength too, this elf, you're losing a lot.
"Oh, you're doing fine, if you say so."
"I mean, you just... Ki, kiss... you, no way...!?
"Don't worry, it's a bottle."
"~!!
He turns bright red to the tip of his ear, and Mr. Elf scratches the menel one after the other with his quick-mouthed elves.
Although my linguistic abilities didn't sound familiar to me for a moment, I found myself fighting intense sarcasm and disgust.
Menel is listening to the wind and the willow.
Lu and Mr. Gerreyes do not seem to be fluent in elf language and are not keeping up with the conversation, and Mr. Leistoff has an unfamiliar face with a rudder stick in his hand.
Come on, I thought I should tell you both to recommend the conversation, but Menel was also open to the boulder.
The moment Mr. Elf breathed a little, he put his hand on his left chest,
"When we meet, one star shines"
In a sophisticated gesture, he gave an old elf greeting.
"... eh"
When Mr. Elf glances at his face, he snaps his tongue and returns a slight greeting to the format with a similarly sophisticated trick.
In response, Menel shrugged her shoulders.
"I'm sorry to surprise you, you don't grow up well. - It's Isil's Meneldor."
"…… Dinellind of Remmiras. You of the silver moon, the heavenly eagle of the swollen sword."
"Bless this encounter." The daughter of a strange silent sound, of a net of stars. "
Interactions like rhyming poetry in a formal way, exchanged in beautiful and musical terms.
"... you can do it normally"
"Elf etiquette doesn't suit you sexually. No more."
"He can't help it."
Mr. Dinellind narrowed his tiny eyes and smiled bitterly.
And then when you look at me completely left in the stream, in a fluent, but slightly old-fashioned, western common language...
"Excuse me. Are you the leader of this group? Pleased to meet you for the first time. My name is Dinellind."
"This is William G. Maribrad."
"I was saved my life. - Thank you very much."
That's what she said, and she gave her a compliment with a tricky move.
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It is dark and cloudy, and the water of the river that has precipitated flows loosely.
It reminds me of the white bones of the wild, of the dead trees. The ship was proceeding north as the river flowed.
The sail is slightly windy.
Because Menel exercised the "Chasing Wind" spell again because of a slight increase in fairy power.
"That's why..."
Finish the name match.
Evil Dragon Varakhiaka and Mr. Dinelindo looked surprised when he said he had traveled to fight the demons of the mountain range.
"…… Are you serious? Just five of us?
"You think I'm gonna come all the way to such a despicable place with a joke?
"... but you wouldn't do it, would you, William? Something serious and honest."
"Am I serious or honest?"
"Ask your own chest and see. … but really reckless."
"Recklessness is above knowledge. Still, you have to."
"……………………… yes. You're brave."
Although Mr. Dinellind seems to be quite fluent in the common language, Elf is still his mother tongue. Me and Menel will be the main conversationalists.
"So why did Mr. Dinellind go to Hydra in a place like that?
"Right. When we talk, it takes a little..."
"Then let's eat first. Not if you trust a little of the elves."
Menel said.
It's true that you're in such a dangerous zone, there's no harm in eating it when you can.
Just in case the ship flips over, it's food.
"Smoked venison, there was"
"Yeah. Ah, but………………"
There is an image of a vegetable family of elves. Will it be okay to serve meat or something?
Menel is half-assed and of this character, so I don't find it very helpful... and I hesitate to ask him,
"No problem. You can eat."
And I got a response.
If you ask me in detail, they say that not eating meat in an elf is something that has thickened the nature of the Spirit, especially with training.
Anything else they usually hunt, and they mouth meat and fish.
That's surprising, I thought.
"Hunting, fishing, and maintaining plant and animal equilibrium are some of the elves in the forest."
That's what I was convinced to say.
If it is said to be for moderate pressure in order to maintain the balance of the state system, it somehow also follows the image of the elves.
That's why we eat communion (bread) and venison smoked in the town of the dead, on board.
I can't even use the fire so it's a cold meal but the cold venison was smoked in a good way and this was delicious.
…………
Mr. Dinellind had rarely eaten communion (bread) and his eyes were rounded to a smoked venison that shook salt.
"…… wait. What do you guys usually eat?"
Menel flashed her face at the reaction to the food.
Mr. Dinellind shrugs his shoulders sarcastically.
"…… you can imagine, can't you?
thick, cloudy rivers and muddy wetlands of death and signs of obscenity.
- I can't imagine it, but I don't want to imagine it too aggressively.
"Why would you have imagined me there? So you told me it was a meal first, and you behaved like food to me, too."
…………
Menel grabs her mouth when she says it. This reaction is a picture star.
Mr. Dinellind continues to speak faintly.
"As you can guess. … it's a slack."
Menel glanced at me more and more.