Skeleton Knight, in Another World

A line out of the city of Grado continues north along the streets.

Twenty knights under his ministry, led by Dalsen, the lord, and more than thirty other troops remembered in arms in the city, each walking behind them with weapons and tools for crusading, accompanied by Ponta on his head with himself, Arian.

About an hour away from the city, plugged near a little higher not so far from the city, the line took off the street and approached the western forest, which stretched beside the street.

If you go a little through the woods standing trees in neglect, you'll see far-sighted places with small tall hills interrupted along the way. Gestures to make sure the leading Dalsen stays low and quiet, and everyone who follows him from behind mimics it and goes on the spot not to make footsteps or anything like that at the middle hips.

Eventually when he comes to a place where the broken cliffs of the hills can be desired, Dalsen prompts him to look down silently.

As they all peered under the cliff, they saw a group of orgasms tucked in there. He is about two to two and a half meters tall, has red copper-colored skin and a systemic steel-like muscle, with small, tumor-like horns growing on his forehead and visible fangs protruding greatly from his mandible. The fact that he possesses stone axes such as animal fur wrapped around his waist, molded and tied with twigs, and shaped wooden sticks makes him quite intelligent.

I found more than ten orgasms in front of me and everyone peering into it breathtaking.

"I'll intercept here first, I'll lend you this"

When Darsen whispered, he received two pairs of bows and arrows from one of the knights behind him and pushed them towards himself and Arian.

When he tilted his neck, not sure what it meant, Dalsen showed him under the cliff with his chin.

"We'll start by releasing arrows from here and pulling them down the street. This is the top of the cliff, but it's not hard to climb up here if you kind of back down and detour both ends"

As Darsen put it, this place is holding over the orgasms, but if you look at both ends, there's a slope that connects you to the squares where the orgasms tunnel just below.

"The arrows are poisoned, but it should only work for the orgasms to the extent that the movement becomes dull at best. It's not a good idea to chase them where they fled into the woods, so we'll start by provoking them with these arrows."

Indeed, human strength lies in mass warfare and tactics that are numbered. I can't say that's enough for the number of people here, too, but it's true that we can't keep it alive enough in the woods to bump a convoluted number.

If it's about ten orgasms, you and Ariane won't have to go downstairs to annihilate it, but it would be easier to follow the instructions of Dalsen, the commander, here, and most importantly, the evil doesn't stand out.

Instead of joining us as the main force here, let's just turn to cover. Turning to her neighbor Arian, she agreed to think the same way and looked back on this one.

I've never used a bow before, so it looks like an imitation, but if it's meant to provoke the orgasms, even if the arrows don't hit the target, it can do its part.

Everybody, put up your bows.

At Darsen's direction, everyone bows toward the bottom of the cliff.

When Dalsen's arm was quietly waved down silently, the men, consisting of thirty men, began shooting arrows at the orgasms under the cliff at the same time to signal it.

Squeeze the bow you were given, too, with all your strength, and set your aim for one orga.

But the moment I tried to release the arrow, the sound of bakiri and unpleasant destruction had sounded, and the bow in my hand had been broken from medium to straight in two.

"Oh?"

I've heard that squeezing a bow is quite difficult for amateurs, so I caged my thoughtful strength and pulled it off, but that apparently didn't taste good.

Arian and Darsen gave me a frightened look, and those around me gave me a dismayed look. I'm getting weird bad looks in some other way.

"Um, apparently this bow was a little neglected"

While he gently hid the broken bow on his back, he threw the broken cause at the one who was managing the bow and arrow.

Unlike herself, Ariane squeezes her bow properly and shoots it at the aug under the cliff. But the elf's bow pitch I've seen before doesn't seem to be high on his arm. Many also plundered the auga and stood on the ground.

But if you look at Arian releasing the bow, you can see the answer. My big chest is in the way and I'm trying to shoot him off a little and I'm releasing an arrow.

At the bottom of the cliff, his gaze is concentrated on this cliff as he raises the roar of anger as he depressingly hands pays for the arrows that can be fired one after the other.

The orgasms have been stabbed with many arrows in their bodies, but not a single one has been fatally injured if they are inhibited by thick muscle armor.

In the meantime, I circle my gaze to throw something nearby in order to contribute with something myself. If it's also a rock, it drops from this height and if it hits it, it reduces the number, but only the stone of the size of a gripping fist has fallen on the raw hate and surroundings.

I wondered if this stone place would suffice to provoke and lure the opponent, and when I gently threw the stone up and grabbed it, I shook the stone over the aug under the cliff.

When the stone thrown in the fastball was hit so that it was sucked into the head of one orga, the orga, which sounded dull and made a big hole in the head, fell on the spot and stopped moving.

Light twirling and cheering from the men who were releasing their surrounding bows.

As I nodded softly at it, Dalsen came over from the side releasing some extra stone. Even though fishing is an end, I would never have gone beyond it if the number had been reduced.

Swing the received stone again and aim for the auga. but the first one just seemed lucky. A stone thrown in a fastball can be fatal if it does hit, but in addition to being more susceptible to blurring when the speed increases, an attack from a longitudinal direction from a cliff means a giant orga. The area you can aim at is not quite as large and it's hard to hit.

And above all, I learned the fact that I don't have much of a throwing control technique.

By the time Darsen confirmed how the orgasms were coming from second-hand toward the cliff with a roar of anger, he had finally stoned the other one and sank the rest to about eight.

"Ki-yun!

Ponta squeaks in a nervous voice over her head inadvertently.

When Darsen tried to instruct him to retreat to the streets, at exactly that time, suddenly two other orgasms appeared from the woods behind him and the movement had solidified with a startling look on their part.

This sudden surprise attack did not only hide its surprise face until Arian. Apparently she also focused on hitting the bow hard enough to manage well and was obsessed with hitting the stone herself and neglected behind.

One orga waves a stone axe in his hand toward Darsen, who was giving instructions behind him, but it was Arian who grasped the situation sooner rather than later that prevented that blow.

Seeing an orga jumping out of the woods, Ariane pulled out the sword she had on her hips and stepped into an orga aimed at Dalsen at an unstoppable speed.

Ariane deviates from its orbit to slip the peak of the sword with a percussion from the sides with a blow of the stone axe rolled out of an austere arm like the Marutai of Auga. The stone axe plundered the hood of Arian's grey coat and wore the ground wide with the momentum intact.

The stirred hood is removed and light purple skin and golden eyes are exposed to the surface. But without getting attached to such a thing, Arian's sword quickly crawls over Auga's arm with a stone axe.

Then Auga screams and tries to distance herself from her by taking her hand off the stone axe, but Arian steps further without allowing it.

An orga tries to shake that giant arm in an attempt to flaunt her pursuit, but the movement stops unexpectedly without the arm of the wounded one rising. Ariane's sharp poke had already eaten deep into Auga's thick neck by then.

Auga, who held down her neck muscles while blowing blood bubbles, was trying to suffer from falling to the ground as it was, but eventually lost its power and lay quietly on the ground.

Looking sideways at Arian, who was carrying out such an offense, this one was also in close opposition to the other orga that emerged from behind.

At that time, if the ponta above my head hadn't noticed and sounded unusual sooner, I might have taken an aug blow to my back. It would not be a great deal of damage with the "Holy Armor of Bellenus" that is wrapped around me, but if I did poorly, it would have harmed the ponta that was on my head.

Now Ponta is wrapped around his neck and in muffler form, as he always does in battle.

The status quo is in the process of assembling to stare from the front with the orga and grabbing and tightening both arms of that orga. Auga was trying to shake the stick in her hand down this way, but she is trying to escape by starting to give a distressed look to the grip on this one that tightens up critically.

"Hehe, you can't let him get away with this!

Gripping and crushing the bones on both wrists of the orga with excessive idiotic force. It raises a disconnected demon-like roar, but even that breaks in the next moment. The skull and neck bones of the orga were crushed by the head thrust.

Throw down that aug that quieted down on the spot and turn your gaze towards Arian. When she gazed at Arian, who was pulling the sword out of her neck, she put back on the hood that was rolling.

Seems like only two of them showed up in an ambush, and they managed to outnumber each other.

I look around my back at the gaze directed at me from Dalsen and the others who were distracted. The augs under the cliff had already broken up second-hand, bypassing the cliff and approaching this close.

"The rest of the orga is coming this way."

To his words, Dalsen finally rebuilds his thoughts.

"We're all going back to the streets!!

Everyone retreats toward the street in unison to the words.

When we retreat to the streets, we follow Darsen's instructions to ambush the orgasms coming out of the woods with four-man troops spaced apart in parallel.

Dulsen hung the decree again, anticipating the orgasms coming through the woods in a swine rush with blood rising on their heads after being hit by a buddy.

"Throw the oil!! Lord Arian, please!!

When a small pot of oil is thrown simultaneously from each unit and several orgasms are filled with oil along with a flashy sound, several spheres of Arian's Spirit Magic Flame fly out of the way.

When the flames land, the red lotus flames swallow the oil-coated auga and its surroundings. The flame-drinked orgasms rolled around in flames, stopping the legs of the orgasms who came later.

Those stopping orgasms will be pinched from left to right with swords and spears so that those who have broken up with each unit can narrow their focus to the one they have shown. Each unit has one person with a large shield standing in front of it, providing support and shielding for those who are responsible for causing injuries to the hands on both sides while trying to get attention by tapping the shield on the Auga. Don't be very helpful with the way shields are handled, etc.

Seeing that move, which I'm quite used to, it looks like I've fought in my own forces before.

In the direction of having a centrally located Dalsen or myself and Arian, two orgasms rush in to be beaten with a weapon in their hands with a roar of anger.

Place a circular shield on your back, pull the sword out of your sheath and stand in its front.

Flush it to slide in its roundness as you take it with your left shield as you wave down a giant stick. When he waved the sword he held to the right into his opponent's flank as his posture inclined him to be pulled by a deviant weapon, the upper body of the orga was torn diagonally and snapped to the spot.

Against the other auga who had thus penetrated, a great sword was penetrated into the belly area, which would be a blind spot while trying to slap a shield on his face as he stepped in.

With his belly torn open and his spine severed, Auga fell and lay down on the spot leaning gnarly in his posture as if he were a shaved doll.

When I checked that and then looked around, I could see how each unit was working with each other to pinch the auga and destroy each one. From there, when he and Ariane split up and went to cover the troubled troops, instantly the herd of orgasms was wiped out and at the end of the day, there was no one left to fight.

"I didn't know Lord Arian was that elf. Thank you very much for your help this time."

Darsen approached Arian, who stood next to him with a grinning smile as they each ran to remove and clean up the demon stone from the defeated auga.

Ariane picks the end of the hood of her jacket and pulls it down to block the peripheral gaze, making an armband.

There was no wind that cared about her like that, and Dalsen spoke to Arian in more polite terms than earlier.

"I've heard about the rare appearance of the Elves in the woods around here, but I've never met them before."

Darsen's eyes weren't as colored as the ones he'd been trying to capture the Elves, and he had his rare eyes pointed at her one way or another.

"You think this is the first time you've encountered the Elves?

Instead of Arian, who was silent by revealing his vigilance, he pinches words so that he would deal with Darsen. Darsen, speaking, agreed with a little happiness rather than looking disgusted by it.

"From my great-grandfather's generation, there was a family training," If you are in trouble with the Elves, help me with this "... I was able to save the lives of the Elves in the woods before, but I never thought I'd be saved, either."

That being said, Dalsen turns his eyes to Arian, who stands quietly with his arms around him.

"... there's nothing we can do about this. We don't have to help."

Darsen shook his head (wearing it) at Arian, who gave it back without hesitation.

"Without you, I might not have seen my sons' faces by now."

"Nothing. We just worked for the job we were asked to. So, you're not gonna show me the way?

Ariane replies, flickering her hands, that it is nothing.

"Oh, you did. As soon as I get back to the city, I'll give this reward to Lord Ark and Lord Arian."

The words overlapped the voices of myself and Arian.

"No..." "No..."

Arian and I meet each other in the eye and nod so that she would encourage us to go ahead.

"No, we're going straight from here to the Empire. It would be helpful if you could show me the way."

"But then I don't have much hand-holding, so I can pay you well?

With that said, Darsen takes some gold and silver coins out of the leather purse in his hand and shows them.

"That's enough for this reward, and I broke your bow."

Show me shoulder to shoulder and slap a light mouth.

Looking at this one, Dalsen opens his mouth to solicit something more, but it was Arian who uttered the words first.

"As an extra reward, I'll take over your home training to my grandchildren's generation, and I'll hit you with this."

Turning his back as he made sure to support his big, tense chest with both arms, Arian makes an inclusive laugh. But was his home lesson 'Troubled Elves Help'... or would be a good reward if it took over until his grandson's generation.

Dalsen turns his gaze on this one as he looks and asks. I responded by nodding that there was no particular difference in her proposed reward myself.

Hearing from him the reward of this crusade and the way from here to the biggest city of the Empire, he followed the scene with all the crusaders dropping him off.