Sendai Yuusha wa Inkyou Shitai

"Phew, this is the 70th oak"

Pine light making a noise with the patsy one hand, kicking the green skinned pig ghost, the oak, as if kicking the ball.

Dogacu, and a noise broke the skull of the goblin.

Out of the darkness, the orcs show up with these sticks in their hands. Orcs who say they've kicked and killed more than half of the nest are still less able to learn, and they come at it resolutely. That number is about seven.

Dogacu! Dogacu!

Kick it instantly with a kick that accelerates it by making the leg look like a whip.

"You're weak. There's only so many of them."

While kicking through the meat walls of the stacked oak due to the defeat, the previous brave men aim for the deepest part of the nest.

When I ask why a rookie who has just finished herb collection is stepping into a nest of monsters who say what an oak is, there is a fuzzy ~ reason for that.

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I decided to go on a journey to another country at the behest of Mr. Tori, and I decided to work vigorously to earn my travel expenses quickly, but in a few weeks it will be a war - what an atmospheric guild to gather herbs in, I felt somewhat out of place and took a low-ranking crusade quest.

The name of the monster, you all know it, Goblin!

It is a miscellaneous fish monster that makes slime and bi-perfection as the miscellaneous enemy of the fantasy world.

Goblins are like pests that devour people's fields instead of attacking them, and they don't come over scared if they don't attack from this side.

The Alliance formed a crusade quest in the nearby countryside called Carrot Village.

So, if you go to Carrot Village quickly, you'll see exactly the villagers being attacked by massive amounts of oak right now.

Beating down the oak army with one fingertip apparently was the moment when the oak took over the goblin nest and now came to this village to turn the nursery.

...... Some may have taken care of you with erotic gay, but the oak nursery is a human (or equivalent subracial) woman.

As it is, the women of this village are turned into nursery beds for the oaks.

I decided to take an oak crusade for the women of the village.

Knock, it's never because the village chief's grandson was beautiful!

If I save the village, I'll give it to my daughter-in-law... because you don't think so!

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There was no stopping the orcs from turning me into a messenger of love and affliction, and I continued to fast-forward to the depths where the king of orcs would be.

"Too many of these guys! He came out strawberry like a cockroach and creeped out!!

Though I feel surrounded by too fast advances.

As he was blasting through his former goblin nest, he reached the large hall. That seems to be the place that leads to all sorts of places, where pigs overflow from all directions.

Too many boulders.... pull out (...)?

So when I stuck my right hand out, a sole appeared in my sight with several times the size of an oak giant.

"Buhihihihihi! Pity, Lena. Human-me! Cocode Death II, We NoFood Tonal Guy!! Buhihihihihihihi!!"

Ugly oak even uglier, fattening monster, oak king.

In the orcs, the high intelligence but loyal to desire remains unchanged, an outward path that says it humiliates women more than as nursery beds, as a gateway to lust.

"Buhihihihihi! Buhihi,... -"

Zach.

Oak King's neck falls.

Then to the downpouring blood, Oak King's delivery becomes confusing and ugly and noisy.

"I have no grudges against you guys, but... for love with Mr. Shelley, die"

Mr. Shelley = The beauty of the village chief's grandson.

Ha ha ha! He's the best.

There was no way they could beat me into a slave of love, and the orcs went mutilated screaming and calling.

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Buhihi-hee!

"Ola! Don't run!

Running as he kicked and killed a fleeing pig, he found a slightly larger (...) entrance.

It's like letting a few adults get in easy even with their shoulder cars...... it's like a hole drilled under the assumption that an oak king will get in......

"Oh no! Whoa, whoa, whoa!

When I thought for a few seconds, the screams of a woman ripping silk out of that room rang.

(Yes, Oak King can be in the room to say that!!)

When I got to the answer, I went into the hole without hesitation.

"Who... Huh!!

There's a girl who's ripped open the clothes she's wearing and is about to get fucked by a couple of orcs right now--

Butch.

Something scratchy sounded in this nest room underground.

"My soul wishes (Seoul Dissair)!"

The polar light gathered in the right hand emitted enough light to even summon the pine light held in the left hand, while the sole (...) appeared.

"Follow the old covenant, come, -"

Sole is a wave of sword. Thoreau was with me more than old times,

"My oldest friend!"

Oldest half.

Being a brave man, I lived with you more than I was born in this world, my lifelong friend!

"This out-of-the-way shithead Domogaaaaaaaa!!

Oak, the aurora blows.

The storm of light, curled just by waving the sword, blew the oak that was there, every nest (...).

"............ Ah, alle!?

By the time I realized it was too late. A former goblin's nest that collapses like a final dungeon.

"Oh, oh, oh!?

My screams were crushed, along with a nest that roared and collapsed.

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The villagers in the village of Carrot were bewildered.

It was half a day after the brunette boy, who said he had come to crusade the goblin, went hunting for the oak that had taken its goblin nest and turned it into a root castle.

The sun was about to fall and even the village was wearing pine lights.

It happened when the village chiefs and villagers, who were worried about the exotic birth or about the safety of a boy with rare hair colours, looked worried about the direction of the oak nest.

From the direction of the oak's nest, the columns of light rose.

Columns of light, like trapped sunlight, illuminated the sky, which was dyeing black, enveloping the area in a midday light.

When the light subsided, a fierce ground howl occurred this time.

Is that a foretaste of a natural mutation!? and the noisy villagers, but was baffled that the ringing of the ground stopped immediately.

From then on, no one could say anything and stood up on the spot.

And how long has it been... I saw a shadow through the entrance to the village.

The villagers, illuminated by the pine lights, did not know who they were until their shadows were illuminated because their eyes were used to the brightness.

…………

It's a boy.

He was a brunette, anonymous boy.

On his arm when he sees it, he looks like a woman hung in black clothes reminiscent of his hair and an evening like eyes.

"Somebody, give me a hand!

The villagers rushed to play to that voice that reminded them of the strength of their will, even young.

"I was on the verge of being offended in an oak nest. When a man is around, he may be scared. I want you to treat me like a woman."

A girl hung a piece of black clothes over her nudity...... she was an elf. The woman with pointed ears, with pale green hair like a young leaf, was all over the mud.

No, it's not just the elf girl.

The boy who supposedly helped her out was also muddy.

"Village Chief"

Called by the boy, the village chief stepped out one step before the pedestrian hedge.

"I'm sorry. I wiped out all the orcs, but there wasn't a single goblin. You have failed your quest."