"That's the strategy."
Fiona-senpai lay down behind a tree during the attacking bombing.
"Yes. I think there's no way we can do this and we're reducing the number."
I nod.
"Actually, no one has been destroyed."
It was an illusion that Amstellitz was a fighting team that relied solely on long range attacks.
In a very long range attack using long range magic, it is not possible to check at a short distance whether the enemy has been killed.
Inevitably, that judgment depends on visual observation from a distance.
Of course, the water magic of "farsightedness" would make it look clearer, but its view would still be limited.
That is, they do not notice.
――Before the attack hits me, it's true that I'm stopping time and moving them.
And those who excel at long-range battles will definitely count as defeats.
I get the illusion.
They think they have an advantage.
Don't know that four people, who should have been counted as defeats, are escaping the forest and secretly wrapping around the enemy line.
"The rest is to pretend to be struggling and earn more time."
"That's it."
I nod to Fiona-senpai.
Mouth-mouthed, it was Linaree.
"Hey, Arvis-kun, I understand the strategy, but I guess it's okay if there's one person who can get into the enemy and attract the enemy. I'm confident that at least two people can take it in this situation. ―― 」
"No, you'll be warned if you're low on yourself."
"Then, I'm pretending to be dead."
"Rejected. Without Linary, the defense here would really collapse."
"……all right"
Linary nods with a reluctant feeling.
"I'll ask, senior."
I asked him to be at the center of the separate squad, muttering while thinking of a senior.
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side: Royal Granvaria National Team three years, Dennis Cannavaro
For Dennis, it was a once-in-a-lifetime setting
I know I have no talent.
He was selected as a national team only because his team could use small numbers of earth magic.
Despite three years, his ability is less than a year ahead.
Definitely the weakest in the team. There will be no turn at this tournament.
I know that more than anyone.
But Dennis thinks he has to work for the team.
Make it easier for juniors in the game to fight.
I thought that was the worst generation, and at the very least, what they could do to help their juniors, who had hurt the school's honor.
The chore took the initiative of anyone.
I checked for lost items and helped my juniors practice independently.
He tried to encourage everyone who was under pressure.
He couldn't do much, though he was a bad guy.
(Because I thought that was the only thing I could do)
Dennis remembers.
That day, a year named Irvis, stared straight into his eyes and said,
"I need the power of my seniors. They are better at performing delicate operations in earth magic. If they cooperate, we can definitely beat Amstellitz."
"But I'm the one-on-one win rate at the bottom of the team."
"It doesn't matter. Even if you can't win one-on-one, you can defeat a bigger enemy. What you can't do without your seniors."
It was an honest feeling that I was surprised.
I was once called a genius, but I'm stagnant, and as a graduate school representative, I've never played a game, and I have a guy who can say that way.
Dennis was happy with the words.
It's a lie that you don't have to go to the match.
I always wanted to play.
I just told myself that I had no power.
(Absolutely ... I'll definitely meet my expectations, even for him who found me and played in the game)
Dennis closes her eyes and performs a magical operation.
(I'm going to win Grandvaria with my own hands ...... !! I'll clear the stigma of the weakest generation ...!)
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side: Captain Amstelritz Magic Academy, Winston Wells
(Weak, too weak)
As the fight continued, Winston felt disappointed.
The Grand Varia Royale continues to advance with the addition of three years who made their shocking debut.
Surely, I was expecting them without knowing.
That team, like a newborn chick, might be fighting against the iron-clad citadel tactics differently from their enemies.
But Winston was disappointed.
All they took was a long-range shot from the front.
The loser's thinking of accepting disadvantaged situations and fighting less hopelessly.
(Is this a match again?)
Winston sighs.
For Amstellitz, who had managed to survive without being beaten by invincible fort tactics, the match against the lower ranks was as bland as watching a replay of the same match.
(St. Aires, who will be in the semifinals. And I definitely wanted to experience a fight against an unpredictable pattern to win Feuerbach, who will definitely be in the finals.)
However, there is no point in thinking forever that it did not come true.
Escaping in the forest and hiding yourself is a hassle.
Because there are no ambush lines due to the number of people, everyone can be sent to attack with confidence.
"End here. All-arms barrage."
Fold it all at once and end the game.
That was Winston's decision.
"It's pretty hard to defend. The middle thunder emperor, the ice and snow princess, and the explosive witch Fiona Riet are troublesome."
"No problem. This is better in number and firepower. Keep shooting. If you continue, you will definitely crush."
(It's a stupid way of fighting)
Winston thinks. Obviously there is a minute here in long-distance warfare, but why are you trying to intercept from the front?
With such a high level of personal abilities, it would be much better to fight in the forest.
(However, there is no surprise because there is a citadel. Even in that case, we will win.)
Did you decide that close combat was even worse because of the citadel?
However, it doesn't make sense to choose a tactic that just keeps attacking from the front.
The only reason to take such an operation is to keep our eyes on others-
I was surprised.
If all their inferiority were acting.
What if our eyes were focused on ourselves and we were moving where we didn't know what we wanted to do?
Impossible. It cannot be.
For sure, we have confirmed the enemy's defeat.
However, unpleasant sweat did not stop.
There is something.
If nothing else, this situation is strange.
"All forces stop attacking. Watch out for surroundings."
It was then that my feet shook.
A small shaking like the beginning of an earthquake.
From below, sounds like the noise of the ground sound from around.
And it was a moment when it collapsed.
The giant citadel sank underground in an instant with the roar.
It falls in an upright posture, as if sucked into the ground, and breaks down by its impact.
Just as a brick house is vulnerable to earthquakes, a solid fort built from baked soil is not resistant to shaking and shock.
This is because the overloaded load cannot escape outside.
It works on those with poor hardness.
The strong citadel collapses without any shadow.
The collapsed rampart stripped the tusks of the players who were fighting inside.
(If you are stupid ...?!)
Players who will be able to do it without doing anything.
In a matter of seconds, they are transferred by the safety device and disappear from the field.
The shattering sound that shakes the earth.
After the raised dust fills the field of vision like a thundercloud.
Only the remains of the collapsed citadel remained there.
Everyone lost words.
Amstellitz should have been overwhelmingly superior.
"Uh, it's a lie ... that Amsterlitz citadel in an instant ..."
"Dude ... I saw this for the first time ..."
"The citadel itself collapses by crushing the ground ...! What a fight ... Grandvaria ...!"
In the midst of the thrill, the Royal Granvaria decided to advance to the final four.