Rose Princess of Hellrage: Although I got Killed for Political Reasons, I got Revived as the Strongest Undead

The answer from the "White Snake Crawling on the Rock Wall" tribe to the Siel-Teira diaspora is... passive approval.

I will not proclaim my alliance with you, nor will I fight shoulder to shoulder. It passes under the water and the surface just stumbles onto the same battlefield and fights each other... then the bugs were a good response when they said they were good.

Is it that I shook my head vertically in a further step toward the proposal?

"It's tough to refuse over there, isn't it? We don't know when the Empire will strike again."

In the place where the impromptu underground secret base was located, a dirt castle of about the size of a house built and sold was built with nothing more to lose.

Again, this was created by Evelis with the elemental magic of the earth. It's not strong enough for combat, but this place on the south side of the Great Forest is far from the front line, and suddenly there's probably nothing like an Imperial Blue Army cannon being smashed.

On the roof flies an army flag of blood roses. For that reason, neither the Knights nor the Adventurers of the Lords, who govern the surroundings, tried to give a hand.

Under the brilliant moon, the brilliance of the white blade dances. Udanoske is dealing with Miaranze and Tracy in a single bottle of katana.

Even though Miaranze, who waves Katana herself (easily obtained due to the proximity of the real thing), strikes with the temper, Udanosuke's love knife Doocho Atsulyoku does not leave a blade ruined and receives it. Tracy's knife is played with a flash that continues to be punched back with a pattern of docho-atsuryoku, trying to poke a gap with behavior that only seems to be splitting.

Rene and Evelis were talking about such a sight as they looked down from the balcony upstairs (which might be more appropriate to say veranda).

The topic is about future policies. It's about how we get the Great Forest of Gazenfall.

"You want to get as much opposition out as possible before you lose your position. With your own hands, Elves."

"The policy for the moment is," Forcefully, openly, but with no disrespect. "

"You know, if I was doing something in the woods, I'd definitely catch my eye. We can all make ourselves aware of our existence.

Are you working with us, Ali? It would be nice to have an argument that splits the inside in two. "

Target is full mastery of the Great Forest of Gazenfall.

I'd just like to get every contents (elf) if I were to use this forest as a giant fortress, needless to say there will be a rebellion. Some will continue to hold on to the idea of not wanting to be tolerated by the undead and other evil gods.

But not everyone. Even Zibalmagza, the tribe's number two, was wondering if he should work with René to protect the forest.

Then it's Rene's idea that it's okay if you only get those who snuggle here.

Rather than laying hands on René himself, the opposition wants to serve him so that he no longer has a place in the elf society. If the others become worshippers of René, the opposition becomes narrower in their shoulders.

As a result, you can pull in your own claims and associate yourself with Watarai, or you can't stay in the woods and leave? And even if it comes crazily challenging the battle, it will be a great name for Rene to lay his hands on grandeur.

With such paintings in mind, Rene and the others were about to screw their next hand.

"For once, I'm ready for a scenario where we can tailor critical forces to an insider in the Empire.

I may not even have to lay my hands on it. "

"So shall we go make a fait accompli next? Let's start by going into the woods."

The Great Forest of Gausenfall, illuminated by the moon, seemed to lurk his breath.

Under the moon, as the other day, talks had been held close to the edge of the Great Forest of Gazenfall.

The facial rashes gathered are almost identical. However, Instructor Zibal Magza had not crossed the phantom call mark (Vijoner), but had come alive with several escorts.

The tent is stretched but the part that hits the wall does not exist and is in a state of blow. Rene imagined a sports tent he saw in Japan in his previous life. This was set up after a pre-interview with the elf's side, caring that it would make him feel extra vigilant in a state where his sight was blocked because it was a tent-only curtain.

René is sitting on the throne of a human bone with his legs together, and Alastair talks on his behalf.

"The Great Forest of Gazenfall, with the power of life, is also a robust fortress.

Why was it unilaterally vanquished by the Imperial Army?

You already know the answer to that. This is what it is. "

Alastair fingers in a playful, flawless act that attracts the beholder.

A silver rat-colored cannon placed beside the tent.

When I ambushed the Blue Army the other day in battle, I robbed every magic item for storage.

"On the battlefield, generally speaking, the longest range means of attack is artillery.

Among other things, this is the latest type of magic cannon designed with a particular emphasis on range.

You couldn't beat the cannon because you relied on all your bows and magic. "

Several of the escorts with Zibal Magza looked like they had been drugged even with bitter medication.

Insulting allegations, but that was true.

The woods were shredded little by little, and the tribesmen were exhausted, when the cannons were fired in without day or night from a place where no bow or magic could reach them.

"But now you've got the firepower of that cannon.

From the heavily guarded forest, the same range and same power of ammunition as what the Imperial Blue Army shoots fly back.

Furthermore, we have the advantage of 'securing the ground vein'.

Unlike the Blue Army, which must carry more fuel as demonic stones than in distant lands, we have cannons available just there. "

Once slutty, Alastair shoots his gaze at him like a prick with a needle.

"Whether you're cooperative or not."

Even when the water was pointed, Gival Magza did not shake on the surface.

It's a boulder poker face, but it seems to be spinning a variety of thoughts on the inside that Rene has the power of 'emotional perception'.

"Whatever happens, do we have to go into the woods? Can't we just use it?"

"First and foremost, this weapon is the property of an important princess. We should treat it responsibly, and we cannot entrust it to you.

Secondly, I don't think you can handle this weapon adequately. Some of our troops were familiar with demonic machine (artifact) technology or kept artillery as manipulators during their lifetime. Don't you have one cannon? "

Alastair just gives a pale and rude reason.

It's a story of too many bugs to lend anything but cannons. Naturally, Gival Magza seems to know that too.

The elves provide a barrier called the Forest Trees, and the magic to move the cannon.

The Siel-Teira diaspora provides troops, firepower and technology.

Together, the Great Forest of Gausenfall can finally hold back the Imperial Blue Army.

"What, we can't even get more involved in the woods than we need to.

If there's something you shouldn't touch or a place you shouldn't come in, I'll take your request as far as I can.

Instead, I am not willing to compromise with measures to fight and win. Why don't we discuss specific steps? "

Jibal Magza silences with a staring look.

It was a bitter acceptance.

"Oh, and. What do you know about the shadow of the light that attacked us?"

The emotional movement Rene felt from the elves when Alastair uttered that word was by far the most intense.

Not all the elves who are here are surprised to see that they are already aware of the situation.

backwardness, humiliation, and self-justification.

It was the heart of a powerful loser who lived with pride.

"If that... is what keeps you from showing up. That's just not something we can control either.

If you act uninspiring, you'll probably be safe. "

"I understand. So let's pack up future policies, including the matter."

Alastair held a meeting with one hand on his chest and the other hand gently spread out to show.

Gival Magza will have the same attitude without delay. This is an elf flush. If you can metaphor humans, this equates to a handshake.

Gival Magza, who looks like he doesn't eat anything, but inside he looked like he wrapped his tongue around a hateful performance that goes with the elf flux.