Sougen no Okite ~Shii Yatsu ga Moteru, Ii Buzoku ni Umarekawatta zo~

Gather those who can use the magic of plants and harvest trees from nearby forests.

The tree is magically dried and shredded while creating the exploded mud dough.

Fast and fast because I use magic.

I made a stone thrower once, so I finished it.

Move the stone thrower, stop in range and fill the plate with mud dough.

"All right, let go"

A number of mud dumplings dance in the sky. Flew to a place with people at enemy positions.

Now, the mud dumplings are also made hard, and would some get hurt with the mud dumplings coming down from the sky?

"(Everyone, throw out what just flew in. Hurry!)"

Hmm? It's not up yet, but is it working? They say there's something to look at from experience, and is that it? But it's too late.

When I raise my hand and give the signal, simultaneously the mud dumplings melt and overflow the magic of the fire from the magical stone inside, which mixes with methane gas, bonds with oxygen and causes an explosion.

They let me out a little bit, but it seems to have exploded quite a bit inside.

"Next prep."

Everyone put mud dumplings in a plate before I signaled.

Repeat if you can throw the mud dough in the plate and release it.

He also dropped it with a spear and threw it right back outside the formation.

"(Wow, let this one do the trick. I'll beat you back as much as I can with this stick. more and more koi)"

A good sound with Kakeen just now and a few mud dumplings fly from enemy formation to this side with great momentum.

This is just a job of packing and releasing mud dough.

I can tell from watching that it's impossible and somewhat damaging to get everything out there as well.

Repeat this for a few days and reduce your opponent's morale. No matter how many of those old men will be able to fight properly.

"Let's make this about it today. Retreat."

When I instructed them to do so, the slaves pulled the catapult and returned to the formation.

Sequilo arrived thinking about tomorrow's policy in formation.

"What's up?

"I was feeling the enemy's position, and it looks like a large number of enemies are moving back."

"Ho."

"From an undisturbed move, it seems to be a retreat across the board rather than a few escapes"

"Right, okay. Let's reschedule for tomorrow and start a force attack."

That's what Sequilo said and left my Simple Pao.

As I dropped him off and looked out, I headed to the place where the captured women were gathered.

Right, he enjoys it too... Calm down, calm down.

The next day, as the day before, many flags appear to swallow many. But I believe in the magic of Sequilo.

"Most of the enemies have already retreated within last night. We go in there. Let's go! Assault after throwing stones in a stone thrower and drilling holes in a Borolk throwing unit."

Beneath my buzz, we fell into an avalanche in the enemy line.

As Sequilo said, there were many straw dolls and flags but few people.

I guess the rest of them were your troops. We stomped on the spot and fought, but we were not ready to intercept, so we could destroy them in no time.

Most of them were after they were pulled up, so there was little food available and none of the women. But somehow I got a lot of horses.

We redistributed the horses we got, and we went further into the Empire.

One traveler remained in a settlement sheltered by many north of the great river of the Empire.

"(Sinro, that's good)"

"(um, good dance, but don't overweight your chest, feet and arms)"

"(Well, I don't seem to be from the Empire, and I can't help it)"

Dancers are dancing in costumes with the bottom half of their faces and important parts of their chest and hips hidden just a little and the guys watching it throw a twist and have fun.

We are deluding ourselves by watching them dance, abandoning the land that has finally come to fruition and the spiciness of what has fled.

"(Hold on, why is there a traveler's seat in such a dangerous place?

"(The next gig is the kingdom, so the northern barbarians are coming, so they're eating a stop here.)"

"(Well, well, General Lyoka will be driving us back to the barbarians soon, and we can go home soon, and we won't be seeing this soon, so let's see now)"

The men thrived to forget just now.

At the end of the performance, a dancer called Sinro enters the tent in the amusement attic with the whistler of his entourage.

"(Hmm, I knew the Empire wasn't good for me)"

"(Sounds like it)"

"(Shut up)"

Cinro threw a metal cup at the whistle.

The cup hits a whistle blowing mask and is caught whistling before falling to the floor.

The whistle blows place the cup and remove the mask and stroke the bumped area.

Under the mask, depending on the seer, who was still young, there was a beautiful face to go by, whether a man or a woman.

Sinro looks at its face and entire body and roughs his nose.

"(Phew, you grew up big again. Are you sixteen now?

"(Yes, it has been this time)"

"(Well, then, you can go out to ga now, can't you? What do you think? I can't believe it's around the deputy of the guy who's putting up the settlement here.)"

The whistle whistled at Sinro's words let his body soften.

It is the same here that a traveler entertains a leading player in the place to set up a base for performing arts, but under the policy of this single chairman, fifteen years of age or younger is up to normal entertainment, and sexual entertainment starts at sixteen.

The man Sinro said was a hobby man to serve beautiful boys.

"(Just kidding)"

Sinro starts dressing up and also helps to whistle, sighing if he seriously took out the harassment that was bad for dancing.

I wanted to go home to the kingdom and take a vacation. It was Sinro.