Reincarnated as a Dragon’s Egg ～Lets Aim to Be the Strongest～

"Captain of the Sixth Major, Lapard, after all... the other soldiers, he said, could not be found. He said he had already escaped."

Report to me as my man Paige pokes his knee on the spot.

"Hmm, well. I wasn't expecting anything. Good luck, Paige. Shall we hit the last raid of the Litveal settlement alone, as planned?"

"Ha!"

"The Hungry Hunter" is now in a state of devastation.

My men have already told me that Mr. Tollman has escaped.

Major troops have also mostly pulled back, saying Azarea has left a few soldiers behind to hit the dragon crusade.

Normally, this would hit Azalea's support or we should honestly run away as the others do.

But there must be no such thing as the defeat of the barbarians who live in our forests.

It looks like Azarea intends to take the dragon home and use it as an effect, but I don't think it will be very successful.

I saw it once, too, but I knew it clearly. You'll never win that one.

Master Tolman will soon be willing, and Azarea is usually calm, but at the end of the day he tries to respect Mr. Tolman's will more than his own judgment.

In "The Hungry Hunter," full of bloodthirsty and short-circuited people, Azarea was the only strategist who could stand shoulder to shoulder with me, but it seemed like a buyout.

Whatever it takes, I'm impotent.

I guess I imposed it because I have a chance, but I would be more likely to die in vain.

In that case, Master Tolman becomes a laugher with no achievements and is also visible to be removed from the king's candidacy.

No one can be too emotional, whether it be a foolishness to apply mud to the monarch's face as a result.

I heard about Azarea hitting the dragon crusade and while Azarea was attracting the dragon, I contemplated slamming the Litveal settlement.

We lose control of the recovery of the carbuncle and the dragon, but as long as we tap the settlement, Master Tollman's face will be preserved.

I can also bring back information on dragons.

In that case, Lord Tolman's king sprouts also connect a piece of neck skin.

I can also be a knight serving the king.

Besides, if Azalea died well and my assessment connected to the next one on his behalf, he would also be able to become the 'Hungry Hunter' captain in general on Azalea's behalf.

As Tolman, I would be in a predicament, but for me it is more of an opportunity.

The moment I first saw that dragon, I was stunned.

To an overwhelming giant, two different necks.

From the vastly spread wings, the sickle that turns a man into a torn apart, tragic body is unleashed inexhaustibly.

The next moment you fly, you descend into a completely different place, making a sound of the ground.

Looking at it from a distance, he decided 'something unexpected happened' and decided to back off as soon as possible.

The other troops saw us and fled, but it was outrageous.

Instead, let's just say I was the coolest judge.

Because of the dragon, 'The Hungry Hunter' was a total collapse, most of which escaped.

I took advantage of that. Nor did he engage extra with the Litveal tribe, turning thoroughly to flee.

You couldn't afford it over there, you didn't dare come after me.

So this was also possible.

As I pretended to be on the run the whole time, I led the squad around the settlement, looking for gaps to attack.

And that good opportunity just came.

Besides, the best timing is no more.

The question is how much Azalea will hold up.

The only soldiers gathered are the seven direct reports, the fifty-first unit, but there is no problem.

He is an elite man with whom I am blindfolded. Without that dragon, it's like twisting a baby's hand, like this barbarian disposition.

"Then let's go. If anyone has a strange whistle, shoot them immediately."

"Ha!"

That whistle sounds pretty far away.

Being alert is troublesome, and if you call the dragon in, you won't be able to see it.

"If you go inside the settlement, kill all those who come towards you from one end to the other. Destroy all the fuss and confusion with my back at once. Be careful not to eat the roll when you leave late."

"You're going to use that."

"Oh. I didn't really want to use it because it's valuable and dangerous, but the time limit isn't that dragon. We'll hurry anyway. I had a little trouble organizing the information. Think you'll die if you're late."

When I raised my sword, my men also raised their swords as they raised their voices.

I laughed lightly and decided to go from the least crowded route to the Litveal settlement as I had been wandering around the neighborhood.

After diminishing the signs of the entire soldier with Paige's magic, he storms at once.

Soon we were to encounter the Litveal tribe of watchdogs.

The number is five.

It had the magical effect of diminishing the signs, and I was able to poke my mind successfully.

The Litveal tribe with the whistle rushes to set the whistle, and the remaining four storm this way with spears.

"Fire."

I turn my sword forward.

Simultaneously, the men behind them release an arrow.

An arrow penetrates the flank of a man with a whistle and a man falls on the spot.

A second arrow destroyed the thrown whistle.

"Ugh!

"Mr. Tatark!

Can you afford much or not have the intelligence to understand the current situation, such as your fellow citizens' concerns in this situation?

I laugh with my nose and then give instructions to target the spear bearers.

That whistling man still seems to have breath, but he can't walk properly anymore. I don't mind later.

Arrow aiming switches quickly from whistling in the rear row to spear-held in the front row.

But that's just living in the demonic sprawling woods, and the spear-header comes this way with an arrow.

But the arrows of my men, in response to my instructions to tilt the sword, change the way I shoot and aim in a controlled motion.

Successfully control the avoiding points of the spear holders and allow them to bowl together to create a gap, shooting simultaneously at those who have made a fatal mistake.

One person, one person falls down again. Massive arrows pierce the backs of the fallen Litveal tribe.

It was as if I were the conductor of the orchestra.

Command the arrows of your men and let the Litveals leap.

I would have sung my nose if I had noticed.

However, the last Litveal youth arrows in an unparalleled move, flying to the right and to the left, approaching me in the lead.

The age still seems young, but the back length is nearly one turn larger than the others.

A run that is inefficient but that is why it does not make you anticipate the end of the movement. The movement, it was just a beast.

"Hmm."

"We're here, off the road! You are the only one who will die here, Baron..."

The big man waves a big spear.

I suppose it has its original gender, but anger would have made it so.

"Gaps everywhere, beast boy"

I took the base of the spear ear with my sword, turned my wrist and played it well.

The spear stifles and leaves the young man's hand.

Techniques differ before power differences between the warriors of the barbarians and me, who have beaten the swordsmanship of our historic Lampardo family more than children.

For me, the optimal solution to this big man's movements floats around the back of my brain.

All we have to do later is run it as it is.

"Gu, Ko, this!

Although the young man hesitated for a moment, he jumped straight at me riding his horse with his bare hands and laying his sword.

Did you think I'd poke my finger? No, I guess it's just a rash.

My thinking skills are awkward. That's something like barbarians.

"I can be awed by the lapard of thunder swords, so let me show you."

Raise your sword in the sky and pour out your magic.

"" Thunder Slash "!

I approached the barbarian big man at once, wearing an electric shock and sticking a dazzling light-emitting sword forward.

At that time, the fog covered the area.

"Mm?"

As I opened my eyes, I pierced a shock-wrapped sword into a shadow in the mist.

I felt a definite response and distorted my mouth, but that was an instant.

I'm not human. This is dirt.

I looked again from nearby and found that it was a pile of cluttered dirt.

"Shit! [Clay]? Apparently, there's an enemy out there who's good at magic. But to that extent, don't think you can deceive me!

I breathe and stretch my consciousness to explore the signs.

There were signs of evil. That was a little far away, forming the shape of a person.

The man with the whistle was just about to fall.

"There! Arrows!"

My men hear my voice and release arrows in unison.

"[Gael]!"

A large number of arrows suddenly appeared and a breeze played.

The fog is stirred by a strong wind, which divides into two parts and thins out.

A red-eyed Litveal girl stood before a man who was shot with an arrow and was falling.

It's incredibly powerful.

It is not something that can be taken so many times from the front.

No way, I never thought such a mage would have been in the Litveal tribe since I got here.

"............ so, who? A, alo? Is that allo?

I am afraid that the man who was helped is not sure either, I open my mouth and look at the girl's face with a pompous mouth open.

The girl leans against the man and strokes around the stabbed abdomen of the arrow.

He solidified his licence much as he was prepared, pulling out an arrow that was stabbing him in the belly of a man.

"With, with!

A man groans.

The girl turns to the tree behind her.

When the tree swayed slightly, the man's legs glowed and healed as he saw an abdominal injury.

... No, did the girl simply use [Rest]?

I rubbed my eyes with the back of my hand.

"A, allo...... allo?

The man tries to walk over to the girl in tears.

He was a happy face, as if earlier, no, I still don't think of him as the floating face of what is still in the abyss of death.

After a slightly troubled face, the girl turned her gaze toward the settlement.

"... back to the settlement, report"

…………

The man put his expression back on his face like he was angry.

So finally, it was as if I remembered my role.

"So, but in such a dangerous place...! I'll stay here, so you go to the report......!

My men release an arrow at the girl.

The girl chants "[Clay]" and hands down.

A mass of dirt arose between them, and they received arrows.

……

Apparently the man realized there he wouldn't even buy time himself, seemed to be biting his teeth for a few seconds, but rushed out to the settlement all at once.

"Absolutely, I'll be right back! You're not gonna die!

The girl heard the voice and seemed to have a lonely look on her face, but when she whispered something, she turned straight to me.

I was often distracted and stopped the horse, but I laid my sword wide open and stared back at him.

"To the extent that I can handle a little magic, how much time does my little girl intend to buy against this Thundersword rapper..."

"Dear Lapard!

I overheard the sound of kicking the ground from behind me, and I looked back in haste.

"I'm sorry to hear that, I'm here too!

Earlier, Baron and the big guy.

You made it with magic, I'm gonna punch a spear made of dirt.

"Guh!"

At the same time I guarded, the tip of the spear smashed and the soil broke.

A big man flew all over me to where my vision was blocked.

I rolled off my horse without hoarding.

"This... [Thunder Breaking]!"

Thunder strikes out of my sword disperse.

The big man jumped away from me and took a distance.

In that gap, I get my attitude in order.

The big man was again untouched, but when the girl held her hand, a spear of dirt appeared again at the big man's feet.

The big man put up a spear of dirt as he wiped the wound he sustained on his face as he rolled down to the ground.

"... I don't know who, but I'm grateful. I'll take care of the guard."

"There's a barbarian style! Come on, before my sword, turn it into dust!