Reincarnated into a Werewolf, the Demon Lord Servants

Episode 209

An enemy cavalry who attacks the cavalry spear head at me all at once.

A friendly magical soldier who shoots countless light bullets and tries to prevent them.

Both battles continued for some time, but the victory was clear.

For me, there's nothing about avoiding a cavalry charge.

I'm on a slightly higher rock, so it's hard to do the cavalry spear's original attack of fixing the spear to the armor and piercing it with the rush momentum.

The fire of the magical soldier behind isn't sweet enough to stop and attack me with a sword or spear.

Good, aim for me more and more.

It's cheap if the damage to allies is reduced.

Occasionally a crossbow arrow flies, but the non-professional cavalry is not afraid of an arrow from the horse. There is magic for removing arrows, and it can be managed.

I was determined to shoot and bang, but the surroundings gradually became quieter.

Suddenly, the number of enemies has dropped considerably. Many of the cavalry were shot down and fall, but many more escaped here.

Perhaps their main objective was to earn time, so they would have decided that any further fighting would have more disadvantages. It's a wise decision.

But this shot was sporadic. Everyone seems to run out of magic. It's natural if you shoot just that.

This damage should not be too much, but the original purpose has not been achieved. Neither Prince Warroy was defeated nor the longbow was able to beat him.

While the guard cavalry was gaining time, the rest would have fled to Lake Castle.

It's called pain sharing.

When I thought so, I heard Monza scream from behind.

"Vite, the enemy! The enemy is coming!"

Looking back at him, he found that some of the remaining cavalry had reopened and re-entered the platoon, resuming the charge. Only guard cavalry, no general cavalry. It's like a dozen horses.

Hey, are you still doing it?

The squadrons also seemed unexpected, with the platoon leaders in a hurry.

"Shooting ready!"

"You just need to shoot, just get enough!"

I also prepare a magic gun while remixing the remaining magic power in my body.

I'm still shooting a few shots, but I want to avoid running out of magic. Allies can no longer be treated.

The platoon leaders carefully attracted enemies before ordering their platoons to fire.

"Don't shoot yet ... OK! Shoot now!"

"Third platoon, shoot!"

"Fifth platoon, ready to fire! Shoot!"

Each squad orders firing the moment they enter the most effective range.

Several light bullets are fired intermittently, and each time the guard cavalry reduces the number. It looks like the bamboo shoots are peeled.

Watching the cavalry fall down one after another, it becomes painful to this point.

Stop it, run away.

At last, when only a few horses were left, I noticed suddenly.

A gorgeous knight protected at the back. The knight, apparently dressed in magical armor, is unquestionably Prince Warroy.

No way !?

An esoteric situation in which the enemy generals charge with a slight force. I was surprised.

But when you think about it, I'm out of the fort now, and my only escort is the out-of-magic squad

And Prince Warroy wouldn't have intended, but the recruiting wolf squad was scattered.

Since the start of the war, I have been in the most vulnerable situation.

"Shoot!"

The last platoon carries out a small salvo, and the remaining cavalry fall down to protect Prince Warroy.

"Your Highness, please!"

"We are just for the moment!"

I did hear the cavalry screaming.

Have you sacrificed a Guard cavalry of this size just to create this situation?

Prince Warroy, with his cavalry spear and shield, drives a warhorse and rushes in a straight line. Both war horses and jockeys are top notch. You can jump up to the rock.

"Anyone can protect Lord Vaid!"

"Any power is fine, just shoot!"

Behind me, the platoon commanders command like a scream.

Several light shells hit Prince Warroy, but his armor and shield radiated a dazzling glow. His armor is clearly different from other cavalry.

It releases the enormous magical power enclosed in armor, creating a shining barrier and extinguishing light bullets.

A giant meteor seems to be running around the ground.

"Vight Oh!"

I hear Prince Warroy shout.

Here's what beat me down I'm just one commander. It is not a general that a legitimate prince will challenge himself.

Now, however, Prince Warroy has struck me with all his strength.

"Well, Mr. Weid!"

"Run away, Weid-sama!"

The soldiers shout.

It's easy to get away. You can escape if you transform into a werewolf. Defeating it would be easy.

But we can't show it to soldiers.

Above all, the Prince of Rolmund is fighting for a nobleman of Milardia with death.

If you imitate here, the Rolmund soldiers will stop me.

Alright, I'll take it and stand.

Do not transform into a werewolf.

I flip my cape and jump off the rock.

And shouted loudly enough to echo in the forest.

"Don't shoot! I'll do the opponent of your Highness!

I feel like Prince Warroy approached me and smiled now.

I can understand it somehow.

I hold the sword in one hand like a sword and devote it to my face. An informal courtesy of the Rolmund duel.

In response, the prince turned the spear one full turn. An informal return.

The helmet's visor does not reveal the Prince's face, but his smile flickers in my mind for a moment.

It's hard to do.

But I have to do it.

However, my sword technique cannot fight against cavalry spears, and I don't think a magical gun works.

Prince Warroy is protected by a magical aura like the RPG's Las Boss, but I can't make a blow through it. Even if it hits, it is played and cannot even stagger.

what will you do. What should I do.

...... No, wait.

I realized it was so simple that I would go immediately.

I used my left hand and hurriedly tied up my right arm. Originally used for enemies, this time for myself.

With this, my right shoulder to right wrist hardens and becomes like an iron bar.

Then I protruded the magic gun with one right arm. It is a long gun with stock, but now I can firmly fix it because my right arm is solid. There is no blur at all.

Actually, it would be ideal if both hands could be tied, but only one arm could be used without one hand.

Then you step on the snow firmly and become half body.

In front of you is a shining knight wrapped in a spherical aura. A deserted prince who is not thinking about surviving at all is approaching.

The magical power that is released will be a barrier, and this light bullet will be repelled.

And in about three seconds, the tip of a sharp cavalry spear pierces me.

If you haven't transformed into a werewolf, you're not confident to avoid it.

An invincible knight from any point of view, but has only one weakness.

The weakness is always right in front of me, and remains exposed to my muzzle until the very last moment.

It is the spear tip.

Only the long spear tip is not wrapped in a spherical aura from the armor.

I held a magic gun with my right hand and aimed at the tip.

From my point of view, the head is always facing me and does not move.

However, the target is too small, but I am able to aim enough because I hardened my right hand so that the aim was not blurred.

If Prince Warroy did not think of the latter, I would not think of the latter either.

Just before the spear tip pierced me, I triggered my free index finger.

At a close distance, a light explosion occurred.

I don't even know what happened. It was too bright to see.

The warhorse who lost the jockey ran through my side, and my cloak turned into a violent gust.

Apparently I did not die.

In front of him, Prince Warroy fell on his back.

The cavalry spear had its ears disappeared, and its strong handle had split and broken.

Cavalry spears are fixed with armor breastplates to withstand the impact of the assault. So the impact of the explosion must have been transmitted to the chest through the spear.

In fact, the armor's breastplate is large and whimsical, demonstrating the tremendous impact.

There is no doubt that there are cracks in the ribs.

The life or death of Prince Warroy is unknown, but there is no sign of rising.

The impact of a falling horse has murderous power. If you're not passive, you can't be safe with armor.

Even ribs can die if they break and stab in their internal organs.

Hey, don't die. Stay alive anyway.

I was worried about his safety, but still held a sword with one hand.

I also want to stop the pose that makes me worried about these two diseases as soon as possible, but since I used the magic of forcing muscles to contract, I couldn't really move it.

I have used most of my magic in the last shot, so I have to take a break to use magic.

I would like to confirm the safety of Prince Warroy and treat him soon.

Then the squadrons rose and shouted all at once.

"It's Wid's victory!"

"The Mage Staff and Lord Vight have won! I have won your Highness!"

"Glory to Lord Veit and His Highness Eleanor!"

"Uoooo! You defeated the knight to the cavalry!"

The magical soldiers jumping out of the shadows of the bushes and snow surround me and raise their cheers while swinging out of the ammunition stick.

"Sir Weid! Sir Weid!"

"Hurray for the duel!"

"Magic Duel Lord!"

I'm wrapped in a crackling duel call.

However, I am in a state of being unable to move my right hand with a shackle, so I hope you keep it if possible.

I barely raise my left hand and I control the cheers.

"You guys are fighting, but we don't have the ability to succeed now, so we'll protect His Imperial Highness and return to the fort.

"Hah!"

I was sighing and thinking, "Would you be able to hold a magical gun with both hands if you tie a strap to your left hand?"

Let's do it next time.