Saikyou Juzoku Tensei ~Cheat Majutsushi no Slow Life~

I was looking out from the carriage and watching the view of the road to Phage territory.

"The quality of the trees could be pretty good around here."

Feel good magic from the trees.

That's not far from the quality of the trees that grow in the Marlen settlement, but this tree is likely to be suitable for the production of oatems.

I knew if you were going to carve an autem, you'd be in the country.

I haven't carved much oatem since I left the settlement, so I can't help but mush my arms.

The woods near the city of Romane were like no good in that regard.

I guess the magic field itself is weak.

"... Abel, Abel"

Meir slaps me on the shoulder.

Then I lurk my voice and continue my words.

"The arr behind you...... can you do anything about it? The horse, I think, is a little scared. Elia also looks back suspiciously from time to time..."

"... until Phage territory, because it opens up quite a distance. The magic of metastasis isn't really for long distances."

Arr, is a six-armed large autoem coming after me from behind, ex-Ebel Bourne, Ashla 5000.

Dong, dong, dong, dong, and when it sounded strange, it was distracting the horses and inhibiting the carriage from driving.

The necessary magic of the magic of metastasis jumps cumulatively proportional to the distance.

Originally, it's not magic to carry long distances.

The limit was to transfer the Ashla 5000, which I also buried around the city of Romane, to the city of Ashim.

It also slowly drained the magic.

It's too big for the carriage. It's too heavy on top, and this is the only way to get it to Phage territory.

"Then you have no choice..."

"With Fifnig's organs, I can make bags that I can carry freely."

Fifnig is a dragon that only retains its name in a heirloom with the alias of a bulimic dragon.

There is an organ called the second stomach, and it is said that as much food can be stored there.

There are rumors that an age-old adventurer feared to be a 'collector' had a toolbag that could hold as many things as he wanted, using the organs of a bulimic dragon.

Even I want my hands out of my throat.

Even then, observing the quality of the tree, in the distance, I saw a collection of about five blue child ghosts.

Is that... Quelgoblin?

Whereas regular goblins are green, quel goblins are blue in body.

They say they are usually stronger and more belligerent than species.

According to The Goblin Introduction (by Edna Elberta), it should have been a rare goblin there.

It may not be athe in that sense because it's an old book, but at least I don't remember hearing many names at Adventurer Support.

My chest bounced a little on the rare goblin I saw quickly.

This is where my new life begins.

I can't even just mourn.

With Sheim's help, the Dooms should have sprinkled well.

The Marlen tribe...... wouldn't have to worry about that much.

I have heard stories about the Marlen tribe who used to leave the settlement, becoming homesick and returning in three days.

Regardless of who I am with past life corrections, the average Marlen tribe would not be allowed to live in urban rough waves.

Sorry, Gisele, your brother can't get caught yet.

Someone should look after my son-in-law. It may be my fault, but I want you to postpone the ceremony until I get home.

I definitely don't like only Noswell, but Gisele wouldn't pick it first either.

After... I don't like Civy either. I'm not a bad guy, but I don't know who I know and how I feel when I think Gisele comes along.

At any rate, I feel like I'd rather have someone I don't know at all, but I can also feel free to leave Gisele to someone I don't know at all.

I know I'm not in a position to speak out at all, but I really think of it as this.

It's my chosen path, so I'm gonna have to stay a little longer.

"... Yet, there seems to be a warcraft with a tendency"

That's what I groaned as I watched the crowd of Quelgoblins.

Phage territory, unlike Romane, is a rural periphery.

If the lord doesn't hate extra sorcery, the ordinance should be that loose.

Maybe biomagic can be used all you want.

The crowd of Quelgoblins shook themselves like they felt chills, pointing to this one and running away.

"Hmm? You're surprisingly timid."

According to the Goblin Primer, Quelgoblin is supposed to have a pretty belligerent personality.

I was a little disappointed and pulled my hand toward the wand of nostalgia.

"Abel, was there anything?

Meir calls out on my back.

"No, there was a goblin, but you should run away as soon as you see him."

"... you're a good goblin"

"Really?

I pulled my neck in as I answered.

"Weird Warcraft, wasn't there? As rumor has it, if there are three neck dragons, I'd like to be able to leave as soon as possible..."

Neighborhoods, the carriage operators, called out from your podium.

It has a flat, cool tone, as usual.

The area was rather reluctant to go phage territory at first, but I didn't even think I could ask for anything else, so they let me eat it down quite a bit.

I let him hold the money, and lowered his head, but he didn't shake his neck vertically.

But when I said, 'Me and Meir's parents are here to bring us back,' what did I get wrong, '... okay. Then help me,' he agreed smoothly.

I thought it was bad, but I can't shy away from this one because my life is hanging around a lot.

However, as rumored, it was conditioned to pull back as soon as there was a dangerous warcraft.

"I just wanted to say I wasn't there... but there's a pretty big hill around here."

"Nargarn"

To my reply, the area answers with a short, unique noun.

"Yeah?"

"If there's really three neck dragons, they say it's Nargarn. It seems there's a legendary swamp around here that used to seal Nargarn, so I thought the seal might have been broken."

I know Nargarn's name, too.

I remember pinching it in my ear several times while gathering information on Phage territory.

It is a hell of a tough and strong warcraft, with an estimated designated hazard of class A superior.

It's not an impossible story that I sank it in the swamp and sealed it because I can't defeat it.

"... but with Abel, you don't have to worry."

Meir pinches his mouth pompously.

"It's not very hard to think about. If it was that important, you'd be trying to request backup somehow. If Nargarn is really here, is someone crushing their chances of informing the outside world, or is Phage territory so devastated that the lord is so incompetent..."

... Speaking of which, was Lord Lark quite a locudenasi?

No, still, it's not like there's a human soldier surrounding you, there's just a big warcraft sitting around at random, so you should poke at any gap.

Such a class A superior warcraft should come out pompous around......

"Guishahahahahaha!"

A loud roar rang around the area.

Cutting its squeal, Dan, Dan, Dan and the earth-shaking footsteps approach.

"Hiaaaaaaa!"

"Hiiiiiiiinn!"

The horse that was pulling the carriage screams.

Trying to escape to each one of them disrupts the movement and the carriage rocks heavily.

The horses, who had originally been shrunk nerves with the Ashla 5000, seemed to have reached the limits of their spirit when they heard the mysterious ringing.

"Ah! No, no! Listen to me, please! Meh, dammit!

"Ma, are you serious..."

I grab the edge of the fabric, roll it, and get my neck out, holding onto the back of the carriage and withstanding the wobble.

"Guishahahahahaha!"

A giant three-necked dragon was about to run to this carriage.

He has three long necks, blue, yellow and red, as rumored.

Seemed right in Nargarn.

I had heard the story, but when I actually saw it, it was like a color scheme reminiscent of a signal.

"Duh, what do I do! Horse, I'm not listening! Whoa, calm down! Chocolate! Parfait! She's a good girl!

Mr. Elia was a mess of stability.

... those horses, was that such a cute name?

I cling to the swinging carriage and take out my wand and turn to Nargarn.

"Ugh... damn, it's not stable..."

A superior, large warcraft.

He is the biggest man I have ever confronted.

Even if the worst sorcery just didn't work, I wasn't at all afraid, because if it was as inherited, you should be able to buy time by making a bigger swamp and sinking it and hanging the seal.

"Guishahahahahaha!"

The yellow head turned his neck this way and breathed heavily in.

Something's coming up.

"ব া ত া (Wind) ফ ল ক (Elephant the Blade)"

Reconstitute the magic formation and increase its power to the bottom.

Tighten the range to a single point breakthrough type.

It was also thought that it might be better to have a wide range because the carriage was difficult to target because of the shaking.

But since it's a class A superior warcraft, I wanted to make sure Nargarn's defensive performance first.

If this makes any damage go through, you can fight normally, or if it gets bounced, you can make a swamp and sink.

The magic formation rises and the blade of the wind flies in a straight line with the aim of Nargarn.

"Damn, you made a little mistake!

A blade of wind passes next to the neck of Nargarn's protruding yellow head.

It came off - the moment I thought so, Nargarn's yellow neck ripped and his flesh fleshed.

"Gah! Gah! Gah!

My yellow head can't stand the pain, or I shake my neck to my samurai and suffer.

Nargarn stopped his leg.

"… Ah, something seems to be done for it"

The wind pressure pushed out by the wind blade seemed to dictate Nargarn's neck.

I heard you were tough, but you don't even seem to have to be prepared for a long fight.

The wagon stopped shaking.

The horse stared up at Nargarn.

My husband, Elia, similarly sees Nargarn and makes his mouth pound.

"Greek!"

When the blue neck rings, the yellow neck blood will subside.

The yellow neck stared at this one bitterly and his breath was absurd, but his bitterness seemed to have eased considerably until earlier.

I'm staring at this one with angry and hostile eyes.

The area looks back at me, as if I'd noticed.

"Na, Nargarn needs to be knocked out of the blue neck! I'll be magically recovered soon, so this one's in a war of attrition..."

"ব া ত া (Wind) ফ ল ক (Elephant the Blade)"

The carriage stopped, so I was able to target him adequately.

The wind blade gently snapped the yellow neck that was staring at this one.

Nargarn's blood splashes wide and his head falls to the ground with a decoy.

The long neck that has lost the Lord drips to the ground.

"Mr. Elia, I was just about to say something..."

"Ah... yeah, sorry, nothing"

"" Guishaaaaaaaaaaa!!

Nargarn's remaining blue and red neck roared like crazy.

Sometimes I wonder because my long accompanying head got ripped off.

"Yeah, the last two."

Let's get this over with.

With that in mind, Nargarn's yellow neck incision suddenly began to shed a disastrous light.

"... that"

The light condensed, and eventually it turned into the magic formation's maneuver.

The light that was portraying the magic formation changes and elects the neck that should have been lost.

"Oh, oh... oh, no... that's impossible"

Area covers mouth with hands.

"GREECHAAAAAAAATS!!

The rejuvenated yellow neck, succeeding the will of previous generations, growls mad at me.

"Ugh, lying... my neck, back to normal... oh, you know, is that possible, Abel!? Meir, I've never heard of you.

"This..."

I interrupt words, take pleasure in them, and breathe unexpectedly.

"Nargarn's neck, isn't it all you can collect?

"" What... "

Meir and Elia's voice humbled me.

From the form of a magic formation, it seemed to consume a lot of Nargarn magic, so hunting would be less valuable than hunting, but there is still something called use.

It's biomagic that has stepped into a pretty dangerous realm, so it would be smashing and forbidden magic no matter where the region is, but I'm not the one who set it up, and no matter how much you use it, you won't be complained about.

I put up my cane again and aligned my cane tip to Nargarn's yellow neck, which dew my anger.