Shut-in Magician

I practiced just a little after dinner and divided the thirty into three groups.

Because it's tough for two pairs to go into the basement alternately.

From the military, isn't it less? And there seemed to be an order, but Kirik was returning it that a few elites would be better.

And at night, when it was completely dark, with the first group, Siu went down to the basement.

He said the upper management has managed to wipe out, and is now plugged into the middle. So it's been an unexpected hassle, and when I get distracted, they're just overflowing with warcraft again.

I did find out that there was a build-up of magic vegetables all over the place, something that unexpectedly runs into the upper layers.

Furthermore, the remains of the Warcraft could not be destroyed, so they were left unattended, which also caused the accumulation of magic vegetables.

Warcraft breeds, but they also arise from the cloudy accumulation of magic in these precipitated places. I'm sure this is the right place to be born.

If the underground labyrinth can't be managed either, this must be what happens.

"Did you remember this signal?

Show signals using your adventurer-specific fingers. Everyone nodded in unison.

It helps because you ask me seriously. It's still good to save someone having trouble with their personality.

"Now, to someone with scouts experience,"

"Yes! I'll go first"

A man named Clemens raised his hand and took the lead.

He seems to be in the rank of Corporal, but Siu doesn't really know, so he calls everyone by name.

He said it was okay to call him out, so Siu had him do the same, and on this occasion he made the rule of abolishing manners.

By the way, I decided to talk to Kirik, who was concerned because he was in front of everyone, without having to fix it anymore.

"Dear Kilik, center as a guerrilla. The rear is solidified with archers and sorcerers."

It became a platoon operation and proceeded underground, keeping soldiers from the army.

While we headed to the middle layer, new warcraft emerged from survival and magic build-up, among others, and Clemens helped us as a scourge.

This itinerary was surprisingly a good exercise.

It would be difficult to cope with a mass projectile alone when attacked simultaneously by warcraft. but the warcraft that appeared pompous was easy to aim at, and they were able to shoot with mass projectiles in turn.

It was a chunk projectile with specifications that we wouldn't remove unless it was so clumsy, but we just ran for it ourselves and even picked out people who looked like they had good motor nerves, and everyone was tailored with one or two shots.

"Will you, magicians, finish the carcass? Oh, can't you use that much fire? Hmm."

I couldn't help it, and I took the magic props for oil and ignition out of my backpack.

"This oil burns tremendously, so just shake it up and light it. If it's water, you can use it, right?

I know that I can use it because I am appraising it, but I couldn't be sure how to ask. The sorcerer, yes, is nodding and listening to me with a serious face.

"In case it burns, turn it off with water. Leave this carcass alone, there's going to be another warcraft, so I need your help."

"The advance unit only thinks about going forward."

Kilik was smiling bitterly.

"It wouldn't be a good idea if you had left carcasses at such high levels of magic vegetables"

"Without the adventurer's experience, well, you won't be relieved."

"I wonder if I should throw it into the underground labyrinth at Master Kilik's as part of my soldier's training."

"... you are so unforgiving. Sometimes you look like a hell of a ghost."

"Terrible"

"Well, but that's a good idea. It's safe over there. It would be great for training."

Moderately out of the tense platoon because he said lightly, etc.

Moving closer to the middle level, there began to be more warcraft in Russia.

In contrast, we were all able to deal with it calmly. A squad of chunk projectiles that will serve as a medium guard will shoot and kill strong individuals and too close warcraft. The avant-garde uses knives and spears to defeat the fewer Warcraft, and from the rear guard pinches them with bows and arrows, etc. The sorcerer also guided him with water and other things, and although the impromptu platoon went well.

On the way, he suggested pinching the break.

Everyone was surprised that they were willing to crusade with momentum that wouldn't let all the warcraft pass, but the dragon knights are hunting for the warcraft with momentum that won't let any ants pass on the ground even if they shoot it out anyway.

When I gave him a job for a second, I relaxed and everyone was weak.

"I'll tie the line, so get in the center a little bit more"

Gathering them all together, in a slightly wider cave near the middle layer, Xiu stretched his boundaries.

"Then I'll take a break. Just in case, don't lower your weapon. But it's okay to drink or eat. It's not as farty as a high oak."

False that it was a homemade magic prop for the junction, I placed a gel-shaped square figurine made of slime in four corners, but my conscience came to blame because the magician looked so intrigued.

I later decided to really make demonic props for the junction.

It seemed good to be able to take a break even for just about fifteen minutes.

He was able to exert considerable concentration afterwards and move on to the middle level.

This time it was a new weapon, an action in a new platoon, so we retreat without a long stay.

Thus, twice during the night, the alternation was repeated to confirm the movement of the mass projectile fleet.

Starting the next morning, the two of us were placed in each squad, alternating to go inside.

Siu stayed up all night and was prompted to get some sleep because he was a child and decided to sleep in a dedicated tent.

Ferres, who did not take him underground, fell asleep beside him because he slept unfaithfully.

"I'll take you next time."

"Nyah!"

Pum, and they shook my tail.

"'Cause I took a beginner. You'd be scared if you hit Ferres."

"... ha."

Really? and look at this one chilling.

"I don't think it's okay because I don't have a demon nucleus, and I'm wrapping a scarf of defense around it. If anything happens to Ferres, I don't like it."

"Nyah. Nyah."

Ugh, um, really? And I gobbled up, as if I were happy.

"Forgive me, Ferres"

Right? And when I stroked his head, Ferres patted his beard, moved it around his mouth, and then rang it down.

"Micha."

Fine, let's not.

With Ferres, who fixed my mood, I went to sleep for hours without ever waking up.

I woke up late in the morning, close to noon if anything.

When I went outside for breakfast on my own in the tent, the squares were noisy with reinforcements, alternations, etc.

Most of the squad has tents inside the crater, with flawed and inaccessible troops waiting outside.

The Dragon Knights, who were initially here, also set up tents outside the crater.

Moving on, he met Karakari as he exchanged greetings with the knights he had become acquainted with.

"Oh, Sioux. - Mmm."

I asked him to stop wearing it, so he barely stopped it.

"Morning, Karakari. Did you rest?

"Master Augusto forced me to rest. Now they're alternating and heading for another reconnaissance over the air."

"It is. Does anyone know what's going on here?

"Uh, Captain Erik, I guess, inside. Oh, I saw a couple of Dragon Knights at Oscarius Borderline Uncle. But does anyone know what the situation is? The rest are from the Brosfeld Division, but Mr. Sioux hasn't said hello to anyone up there yet, has he?"

"Yeah. Then you can't."

"I'm sorry. Because the people up there are going to be nobles up there."

Common people can't talk lightly.

"Well, no. In the meantime, you're quiet in your tent. If you have business, can you call me?

"Okay. Oh, the meal."

"I'll prepare it myself, that's fine. I already had breakfast."

"Oh, yeah, I was. Sorry, I didn't realize."

From the bottom of my heart, I apologize because I seem sorry, so Siu panicked.

"Fine, fine. Never mind."

"... but even though the military invited me. I was going to make a proper offer, too. I'm sorry. Our Dragon Knights and the country's army are a different organization, so maybe it wasn't handed down properly."

"It's really good. Because I don't care."

There seems to be a lot going on in the military, and it seems to be tough.

Thinking it best not to get involved, Siu asked Karakari not to make a big deal out of it.

I'm a little concerned ("sensory metastasis") and take a peek around.

What I see is that the advance troops are moving down to the lower level and are getting pretty calm. The number had declined considerably. Though there were still a few warcraft left on the verge of dragonization, there didn't seem to be any big guys like Imperium Orga.

If we go a little further, we'll reach the great cave with the underground dragon.

If you get your hands on that one, it's gonna be extra, so we should retreat when we check the harlem status.

If it works, it will be possible to manage this place as an underground labyrinth.

Wouldn't it be close to the Wang capital and surprisingly well? I thought so, and then I put the correspondence in Kilik, and I instigated it. The reply from Kilik was a light one, that there would be more commercial enemies.