Saikyou Juzoku Tensei ~Cheat Majutsushi no Slow Life~

The four tiers that finally arrived were the woods.

Colorful trees with colorful leaves grow here and there.

But I halved the entire hierarchy, and I already felt the limits of exploring the dungeons.

It is a vicious, outrageous labyrinth created by Altamian paranoia.

The offense couldn't have been easier.

A little, I might have seen it sweet.

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I keep my weight in the tree on my back.

Meir took charge of my shoulder, which was about to collapse.

"A, Abel! Hold on!

"Also... no more, no more. I think I made a mistake."

"Abel!"

The warcraft that was surrounding me and Meir is approaching.

"Gubble... Gubble... Gubble..."

Dragonhead - a warcraft with green round, crustacean shells.

It is called by such a name because it detaches the dragon's head and looks like a frog with hands and feet.

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Dragonhead is a dangerous warcraft that boasts a degree of danger C, even alone, behind the appearance of even a rounded adorability.

Hard body, tough fangs. And instantaneous power utilizing your feet.

Besides throwing up to the flames, this warcraft, like a melee expert, has a nightmarish nature: what a nearly thirty herd to travel in.

It would be very difficult for all the party members to survive if the herd of dragon heads could be caught in sight.

No skilled adventurer would be able to truly fathom himself if surrounded by a herd of dragonheads.

(Quote: "Dangerous Warcraft" by Edna Alberta)

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I've read it in books, but I see. If you actually see it, it's quite humorous and cute.

We were walking on four levels and at some point we were surrounded by herds.

"Come here, don't come here! Meir, I'll shoot you! I'll shoot you! So don't come!

Meir holds the bow and restrains the dragon head.

But the whole dragon head jumped at me, wiggling his big clawed, stretchy arm, as if to mock Meir's behavior.

Meir shoots an arrow.

Aiming deviated slightly before the dragon head's spontaneous movements.

I just end up plundering my belly scales.

"Oh, no... it doesn't matter that way"

As I bent my finger, the world-tree oatem in my hand popped up and bit the kick to Dragonhead.

"Gu Boo!?

Other dragon heads kill at once, hitting the World Tree Autem.

From there it was the twin of the world tree Oatem.

Beat it. Beat it. Throw, hit other dragon heads.

Even when the fire was sprayed, he thrust the fire and bounced off the dragon head, hitting the other dragon head like a billiard.

The ejected dragon head crashed into the tree and snapped, still gaining momentum, into the ground.

Meir often watched the dragonhead slaughter show by the world-tree authem silently, but looked back at me like she had returned it to me.

"... Abel seems fine and above all"

"Yes, no... I'm not well at all. My legs... my legs... my health on the way home..."

No more, I don't think I can walk properly.

The stairs here were so vicious.

"... Dragonhead looks harder than Abel. Look, that dragon head, it's got its tail off."

"My feet are going to be sticks."

"It's just a metaphor."

Whether your muscles are exhausted or not, magic can be exercised without problems.

If I insist, my concentration is a little disturbed.

There's nothing like putting an auto in auto mode.

"Meir, I was seriously worried..."

inflate your cheeks as Mere narrows her eyes.

Hey, I'm a little stubborn...?

So, but I'm serious about my feet being close, too.

"Wow, sorry... but my leg... my leg really..."

"... I'll massage you"

"Oh, Thankyou......"

Good, I wasn't so obstinate.

As I was relieved, I saw another herd of nearly ten dragonheads running towards us from behind Fumia.

Did you call for reinforcements or did you come here to hear the screams?

Some of the herds are mixed with dragon heads with golden body tables.

"... is that Golden Dragonhead?

A golden dragonhead is a rare species of dragonhead.

Stiffer, quicker, smarter than a regular dragon head.

The range and power of the flames are also high.

For that matter, don't even bring the Golden Dragonhead body chart to the protective material. Besides, it's supposedly good luck, and it's traded at a pretty high price because the big merchants often want to strip and decorate it.

It's supposed to be a fairly rare warcraft... but should it also be the sleeping tower of Altamia around here that comes out light?

It is a nest of rare monsters.

I wonder if there are rare monsters like this in the hierarchy ahead of me, hunted by the desire to try and get to around the seventh floor even if I can't.

The World Tree Ortem storms toward its ten dragon heads.

As soon as the World Tree Ortem tries to kick the front strip, the dragonheads split slightly left and right, trying to run away in each direction.

Seeing that, I understood late.

Those ten dragon heads weren't chasing us, they were running away from something, I guess.

At the same time that the World Tree Ortem followed the dragon head on the right side in depth and set it up to hit his body, he was chasing the dragon head, a chunk of stone about the back of a child appeared jumping up into space.

The stone has hand-footed branches in large clutter and a surgical ceremony engraved all over the body.

It doesn't seem like a warcraft.

He must have been chasing Dragonhead.

When the stone doll stood in front of us, it was a creepy move - he waved his arms wide as he moved sideways and stood beside Mere.

"Yikes!

Meir threatens to turn back.

The Ortem of the World Tree gained momentum on the stone doll.

Both the legs of the trouser bobble and stone doll pierced the ground, and only the area of the head that was distracted by the procedure and engraved with something like the first symbol was dressed pompously out on the ground.

Meir almost poked her butt on the spot.

I flew sideways to support Meir's body from a position where I was sitting on a tree, and I fell under her.

"While..."

"A, Abel, I'm sorry..."

Normally, it would be an occasion for people to support me dressed up and thank me, but what they normally apologize for is irreplaceable.

I rebuild my posture before approaching the head of a stone doll poking out of the ground.

"Oh, that, what is it?

"... Golem, I wonder if it's like a subspecies of Honestly, I'm not really sure."

I approach the stone doll carefully.

They were single-handedly chasing a bunch of warcraft of Class C danger.

Simply think, should the hazard be seen as Class B?

"... I found something that looks unusual, Abel, but you don't look very happy"

"No, this way of forming a magic formation... similar to what was in the ruins of Zeshm or what Evelhide used. I can't believe it belongs to Altamia. That means there are magicians who have attacked us independently of Altamia."

Being alert to his surroundings, he felt strange spiritual movements.

From here on out, it looked like they were practicing magic aimed at this area.

As expected, a magic formation emerged at present, and a shadow of man emerged in it.

Wavy hanging, blond hair.

The eye of the truncated length was red, odd-eyed, to the point where the right eye was a bigeye, but the left eye was poisonous.

He wears a rugged robe with demonic stones and jewels.

He was a beautifully shaped man, neat to the point of horror.

And the ears are long and the tip is pointy.

I could imagine it from the procedure, but it was still like an elf.

The appearance age is like twenty-five or six, but if you're an elf, you can't guess that.

You should think about it five to ten times your appearance age.

The elf had been seen in Evelhide, but it is clearly not the same quality of magic as Evelhide, nor his aura.

It was like, another creature altogether.

Just being stared at is going to stretch my spine.

The elf had a stern face, but when he saw me and Meir, he broke his expression and had a mild grin.

I get caught, too, and I laugh.

I wondered what would happen for a while, but apparently, there's no hostility.

This place is currently off-limits.

I guess I didn't think there were people there. Earlier attacks were like an accident.

I didn't know there were any visitors besides me and Meir either.

The elf then turns his eyes to the stone doll buried in the ground, hiding his mouth and laughing elegantly.

"I wonder what kind of warcraft you got, what kind of two Knox are you?"

"... ah?

Me and Meir, it's not Knox.

It is Marlen and Doom.

From an elf, do you even want to say that all non-elf human species are Knox?

That's just me, too, realizing that this elf is not friendly in one word right now.

"No, you don't mind. I really don't care. But Knox left my Stone Servant."

That's what the elf said to me.

I'm laughing at your face, but if you look closely, it's not the kind of smile you smile at people.

Such a laugh, as if even a strange warcraft had found it.

Obviously, I'm looking down at this one and hanging it.