Saikyou Juzoku Tensei ~Cheat Majutsushi no Slow Life~

"The time limit, I guess, is an hour. In time, you win the Ortem, I use Stone Servant to hunt and defeat many Dragonheads. The Golden Dragonhead I just got away with... if you guys can hunt, you can make it a special hundred. Do you need any other handouts?

"Oh, no problem."

This idiot elf needs to be moxibusted.

If the Stone Servant guys and my World Tree Ortem just now, the World Tree Ortem wins far better because of the performance difference.

This elf still seems to have hidden balls, but if we confine ourselves to this battle with the rules in place, the elements of losing are clearly none.

It's inconceivable that an elf like this chunk of pride would lick the back of a nagging man's shoe just because he lost the battle, but he can smack his nose.

It didn't matter what the terms were.

Whatever promise I made, I didn't really think they would keep it.

"That stone I buried, don't you have to pull it out"

I pointed to the elf stone doll, the stone savant, and said:

"I'm not well, apparently."

The elf took the operated pebble out of his pocket, as he put it.

Throw it and wave a wand at the universe.

"প া থ র (Stone) আ ম ি (To Me) দ া (Serve Me)"

The pebbles grew bigger and bigger, and by the time I landed on the ground, they looked just like the stone dolls I had slapped to the ground earlier with my World Tree Ortem.

"... I see you're carrying your own men."

"Shall we begin? At best, scratch your feet so that an hour of battle doesn't last."

At the same time as Elf's words, the stone doll runs out with a distant dragon head hanging.

I was staring at it.

A stone doll storms into a herd of dragonheads and scatters them, re-targeting and chasing two of the escaping dragonheads.

"Ha! Look! We're gonna hunt two more! What, fear my stone savant and nothing can be done? Looks like the only thing big was your mouth and your attitude."

I pointed my wand at the dragon head that the stone doll was chasing.

A world tree autem ran through the line to fly, quickly overtaking the stone doll.

"............ hmm?

Rub with a mess and the back of your hand so that the elf doubts your eyes.

Doing that could not have changed the current sight, and the next time the elves opened their eyes, the World Tree Ortem nearly kicked the dragon head.

"Agu!"

He kicked momentum into the belly of a screaming dragonhead and went on to punch and sweep the second dragonhead.

Stonesavant on his ass, who is solidifying without knowing what to do after being deprived of his target, goes after the other dragon heads.

Within sight, the elf's face is turning blue.

I stared at the elf and laughed at him with my nose.

"Apparently the only thing big was attitude and mouth."

He stares at me as the elf shivers his lips at the mess.

"Meir, let's go for a walk. I've got an hour."

"Do you have something to do?

"I'm going to find a dragonhead hun. I want to see how it feels when I step on it."

I said it out loud on purpose.

Either way, if I lose, it's a promise to lick my shoes, to put pressure on the elves.

"A, Abel...... that guy, he's starting to look a little pathetic"

I couldn't afford an elf until earlier, and I squealed powerlessly, "This can't be..." and watched like a hunt for a world tree oatem and stone doll to eat in.

"Ugh... Ugh..."

As the elf bites, he slowly, slowly stares at me.

It was humiliating to imagine what face I was looking at myself.

In the eyes of the elf was a thin bunch of tears.

I guess I wasn't used to losing.

As I watched the elf cry, he noticed tears in his own eyes, too, and turned his face down blushing as he turned red.

(d) After about enough time, there was a huge difference between the number of dragon heads already hunted.

The World Tree Ortem takes an instant crush on the found Dragonhead, but the running speed of the stone doll is not much different from that of the Dragonhead.

It's like chasing around and waiting for your opponent's health to drop.

Besides, if you hunt the whole thing, the other dragon heads of the herd will miss it. It wasn't a clear battle.

I slept with the tree on my back and watched the good fight of the world-tree autem as I had Meir massage my legs, but the elves bite my lips to the point of bleeding and watched desperately with zero bumps and solitude.

My eyes are always cancer open. Will it not dry?

Along the way I took my eyes off the world-tree oatem and watched with a little sympathy as the elves desperately supported the stone doll.

By the time thirty minutes had passed, there were sixty hunted dragonheads of world-tree autems and five hunted dragonheads of stone dolls.

The elves were cursing at the performance of the stone doll as he slapped the ground, such as when the dragon head, which the stone doll was supposed to be hunting down over time, ran off with the other dragon heads in the dark.

"Hey, isn't that good enough? Me, it's time to move on. Nothing. You don't have to lick your shoes, it's just rather disgusting."

Isn't it time that the number of dragonheads in this hierarchy ran out?

I doubt there are sixty more left, and I'm just barren any longer.

…………

The elf answered nothing.

I just shook my shoulders, dived myself uncomfortably, and never looked at me.

I miss the first time it was that much rap.

"... ah!

The elf raised his voice happily.

At present there was a flock of five dragon heads, including Golden, of stone dolls.

It would be the Golden Dragonhead I let go of earlier.

"Go, Golden was for a hundred! Right!

The elf opens his eyes and screams at me.

"No, that was my only hand..."

"No, go! Take him! Kill him! Never let him get away with it!

Whether you haven't heard the elves or deliberately tried to hear them, give a rough voice and desperately support the stone doll.

The stone doll heads toward a herd of dragonheads, including the Golden Dragonhead in a straight line.

The herd of dragonheads did not move and remained on the spot.

"Nice! Go, go, go!

Almost the same time the stone doll hung on the Golden Dragonhead, nearly ten dragonheads jumped out of the nearby grass.

"Ah."

The Golden Dragonhead is usually smarter than the species.

He seemed angry at the annoying oatems and stone dolls that chased his countrymen around, and guided him through the totals.

The dragonhead surrounds the stone doll and spits flames simultaneously.

One dragon head after another is eaten by a stone doll smoked by high heat.

Golden Dragonhead's stunning tackle was decided where he could no longer move.

The stone doll blew gently into space before falling off his shoulder to the ground.

Thereafter he continued to follow his inertia and proceeded a lot, choosing the ground, and then also stopped moving with Pickle.

The stone doll stopped moving, while the elf collapsed on the spot.

"The Warcraft... the Warcraft, in the minutes of the Warcraft... Oh, that's cowardly..."

He's also scared to look at me, and he doesn't turn his face towards me.

I walked over and slapped him on the shoulder.

"The... Don Mai"

"Ugh, oop, ove!

The elf put his hand on his mouth and spit out the diarrhea.

I guess I've fallen into my stomach as a stress, not acknowledging my pride as a high elf for the fact that I've had a complete defeat on the person I was looking down on.

I didn't want the smell to shift, so I gently withdrew from the scene.

A world-tree autoem appeared where the dragonheads were face-to-face, throating, and sharing victory.

He kicked one dragonhead after another as he began to run away, grabbed the tail of the Golden Dragonhead, slammed it to the ground and stunned it. It was a vivid move in my work.

Stay in charge of the Golden Dragonhead and come back willing.

After an elf laying on his face turned his attention to his own worn stone doll, he shifted his gaze to the world-tree autem returning with the Golden Dragonhead in charge.

The elf narrows the blue-eye of his right eye and opens his bright red eye to the left.

Place a cane and tip to the world-tree oatem.

Have you abandoned yourself, your belly bug won't heal as it is, or is it impulsive?

Perhaps his pride would not have allowed him to leave by admitting to losing without doing anything.

Anyway, it was definitely the soul dare to hit the Autem eight times.

"Ah, hey!

The two magic formations float to overlap, and an elf wand pierces its center.

"প র ী র া জ া (Fairy King's) ত ী র (Arrow)"

A straight line of light appearing shortly afterwards burns off the extension line.

A high density of magic rays hit the world-tree authem.

Like that, it might have looked like an elf.

"Mi, I won't admit it! I won't admit such a battle! Behold! For such a toy that sinks with the blow of my magic arrow, whatever the point in the battle..."

The world-tree autem circled around the magical rays and moved upwards, passing over the rays and rushing to the elves.

Elf's face is stunned.

Ortem had already popped out in front of the elf when he rushed to restart his wand.

As Autem tried to slap his head into the dovetail of the elf, a magic formation unfolded to block between them.

It didn't look like the elves did something... something, something magical to activate on the auto.

Maybe there's a karaki in that wasted, big robe.

The moment I touched the magic formation, the motion of the Autoem solidified in the universe.

The elf breathed absurdly, with a convulsed face, with a distorted grin.

"Huh, huh... I'm sorry to hear that. This coat is the national treasure of our kingdom of the sky (Alfheim). Use the equipper's own magic to block external shocks. You can even touch me with the filthy hands of Nokes..."

An autem, which had been paused, broke through the magic formation, releasing a head ram into the elf's abdomen, and slipped away for about a few meters as it was.

"Buffoo!

From the mouth of the elf, subtly a mixed blood of diarrhea pops up.

Roll flashly and jump up your body wide on the ramp. After slapping his body from shoulder to ground, he was staring at me and moving his mouth.

"Wow, I'm like this... like this... Oh, it can't be... I..."

Exactly, there won't be room for you to come after me anymore, or to resent me.

But why were high elves wandering around like this, which should rarely come down to earth?

After a glimpse of the elf, I decided to head for the next staircase.

Meir often looked at the elf and followed me.

"To that guy, you don't do anything. Meir, I really thought you were gonna make me lick your shoes."

I'm not even the person I want to be involved with for a very long time.

I'm satisfied with the difference in power because I can tap it into my head. I'm not going to do any more handouts.

I'm basically a pacifist.

"... are you going to the next hierarchy? Feet, are you okay?

"Oh, thanks to Meir, I'm a little recovered. Besides, there seem to be a lot of rare warcraft here. I'm worried about the road ahead."

The Witch Tower is said to increase the danger of emerging Warcraft by as much as one rank each time it rises one level.

F for one tier, E for two tiers, D for three tiers, C for four tiers, B for five tiers….

They don't have a reported example of going to the six tiers yet, but in due course, there should be a Class A Warcraft in the six tiers.

There will be good research material. Not if you're just playing with high elves with your mouth.

"When you get back to it, you just have to make a hole in the wall and build a staircase. You won't have to bother walking around. No, would it be easier to slope...?

Meir covered her face with both hands and dropped her shoulders.