Strange Grief Wants to Retire ~ The Weakest Hunter’s Hero Dream

The White Wolf's Nest is a cave-shaped treasure house.

Originally Silver Moon was a demon with a high degree of intelligence and sociality, he had the habit of building large herds, digging one nest hole and living together.

Silvermoon's nest, which was a huge herd of more than a thousand at its peak, runs endlessly as if it were an ant's nest, and its area even reaches about the size of a small village, he said.

And the nest remained almost its original form, even now that the Silver Moons were extinct and became treasure palaces.

The entrance to a huge treasure palace that opens flatly to the ground. Tino sighed as he observed it from the shadow of the bush.

Originally, even where it was the Nest of the Warcraft, multiple Silver Moons wandered around the entrance to the Nest Hole at all times because of vigilance.

But now wandering around was a werewolf in crimson fur. Beast odor in the hot exhalation you can even feel from more than ten meters away. Only the nasty eyes stand out terribly in the dark.

The blade of the stripper held in his hand reflected the light of the moon shining in the night sky and glowed dull.

"Hey, it's not just the sword. Some guys have bows and firearms."

"Damn, you don't seem as strong as that individual. Mana Materials oversupplied? Something going on around here?

Greg frowned and observed the phantom in Gilberto's voice.

Treasure palaces and phantoms (Phantoms) are created when mana materials accumulate throughout the world and become more than a certain concentration.

but when for some further reason its concentration increases, the Phantom or Treasure Hall takes in its Mana Materials and is elevated to a higher level of existence.

It was an irregular phenomenon called 'evolution' and feared among the hunters.

Evolution is not something that rarely happens.

Mana Materials usually move in a way that circulates along endless vertical and horizontal veins of the world.

There are limits to the mana materials that accumulate in each location because there is always a flow.

In general, it was assumed that evolution and the like would occur only if the amount of concentration increase around Mana Material's time was increased due to external factors such as fluctuations in the ground vein and environmental changes.

The Zebuldia Empire, which is gaining high national power by the surrounding treasure halls, is sensitive to fluctuations in the earth's veins.

If there were such signs, the hunters would have been informed. I haven't even heard anything about the environment changing.

But I can't help complaining more than a bunch of phantoms wandering a step higher than I assumed in front of me like this.

Tino breathes and calmly analyzes his power.

The magnitude of the phantom is two times larger than the Red Moon assumed.

Also, compared to the Red Moon, which is supposed to be walking on four legs, the werewolf in front of him stands on two legs. If I were to say it at height, it would be more than double the size of Red Moon.

"Originally, the nest was built based on the size of a silver moon. If it's that size, movement in the nest should be restricted. I don't think I can fly or jump..."

"You mean you'd rather just go inside than fight in a wide area... but I don't have the means to attack ranged..."

Outside the nest there were five werewolves.

Doesn't change the point of covering your whole body with seemingly sturdy armor, but armed differently.

Three swords, one bow, and an unrecognizable long barrel of firearms. Due to the placement and the number of werewolves, it is impossible to get into the hole without being noticed.

Considering the possibility of being pinched, you'd better stop ignoring them and jumping into the hole.

"Is the rescue target inside? You walked into such an obviously nasty treasure house?

"... if the treasure hall has evolved, you can also expect to find treasures"

The treasure hall, the phantoms, and the appearance of treasure objects work the same way.

The darker Mana Materials, the stronger the treasure tool that appears.

Also, the lack of popularity is an important element. Obtaining treasure is a quick winner.

"Does anyone have a means of ranged attack?

Greg and Ruda face to face with Tino's words thrown back.

Ranged attack in this case is a means of inflicting some damage on a werewolf who has consolidated himself with that armor.

Rouda, for example, can also throw daggers, but cannot launch effective attacks against armor and thick furry werewolves.

Seeing the two silent people, Tino once again realized the unbalanced nature of the party.

If it were a normal party, it would be common sense to have at least one member who specializes in ranged attacks for these times.

He held the purgatory sword carried by Gilberto with both hands and raised his hips slightly.

"You can't help it, I'll cut in. Even bows and guns can be defeated in advance, and you can handle the rest."

"... what? Idiot?"

"With no magic, purgatory swords are stronger than normal swords. It's okay, this kind of thing - I'm used to it."

Gilberto's outfit is lightweight.

Leather armor with thin metal plates is common among hunters who prefer lightness, but it is not the outfit of those who refuse to act.

Better than Tino or Luda, who specializes even more in lightness as a bandit (sheaf), but doesn't have a shield either. The sword held with both hands is specialized in offensive power and cannot be said to be well taken around.

A voice with no feelings for the five bodies against them really suggested that the boy was used to this kind of situation.

Speaking of which, you said it was a one-man party.

Hunter's talent is highly personal. It is only natural that there will be differences in power among members within the party, especially hunters who have fought with their much weaker peers, who tend to come forward.

Because that's how I've been winning until then. That is often the cause of discord in new parties.

Tino stares at the rising gilbert.

"Don't do anything unsolicited. Except if you want to die, but even though it's temporary, I have a duty to all of you as the leader of this party to return alive."

"... Huh?

Gilberto looked out for unexpected words.

How to organize a party. Given each other's personalities, it was surprising that leaders would say something that would guide Gilberto himself.

In the first place, it would be easy if Tino, the lightest of all within this party, would just run away, even when dealing with a large number of werewolves.

Whatever the fellow Hunt has been with for years, this member has gathered.

Together, I was thinking a little bit about the possibility of being shielded.

To Gilberto's gaze, Tino frowned, and affirmed.

"I won't abandon you. I am expected to act as a leader by my master this time. Living you home without a single shortage, so to speak, is a minimum condition."

Tino and I know that hunters aren't made up of all that beauty.

Sometimes it means you have to make the decision to abandon your members in order to protect the whole party.

But that's not what we're being asked for this time.

There's no way a master would wave a request to abandon his people, even if it's temporary.

That is the fashion of Klee Andrich, master of Beginning Footprints (First Steps).

Even if that's an extraordinary party organized with a stranger - no, that's why Tino Shade is now being questioned for his qualities as a leader at this moment.

Inhale the cold night air and dampen the high beat in the approaching moment of battle.

And Tino looked around at the party members and opened his mouth.

"A light-hearted me and Ruda go out first and attract the other guy. I have been trained to evade ranged weapons. Greg and Gilberto assault the guards from behind in that gap. I'm not afraid of firearms and arrows."

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Uh, please, just live Tino. At this time, it can be used as a shield for other members.

Run through the night sky where only the moon illuminates as you devour your teeth.

Membrane of air that penetrates the whole body.

The propulsion created by the treasure coat makes me fly like a single arrow or something released from a crossbow.

It is the same as an arrow that once released, you can no longer go back.

Proceed by merely controlling the direction of darkness.

The walls surrounding the imperial capital, the huge gates, quickly pass by, and all that spreads beneath your eyes are the plains that run everywhere and the well-kept roads without lights

Beautiful sight, but my mood to see it was a word I was about to throw up.

"Dark Wings of Night Heaven" is a jacket-shaped treasure.

In a beautiful blue fabric as if it were in the shape of the night itself, its treasure piece with white treasure balls on its collar gives its users the extremely powerful power of flight capability.

Treasures that give you the ability to fly are rare, popular and therefore expensive. There is only one "Dark Wings of Night Heaven" in my collection, but this treasure has several serious flaws.

The "Human Missile Incident" initiated by the owner before this treasure is a truly sad incident that has perhaps made everyone aware of the usefulness and danger of the treasure.

The hunter, stuck to the ceiling from his head with tremendous propulsion, was summoned straight to heaven, and "The Dark Wings of Night Heaven" was removed to me on the verge of disposal as a treasure tool that killed one excellent hunter. It's a genuine defect.

But I'm pretty sure I can fly.

I can't control the details, I weigh too much on propulsion over gravity control to be able to 'float' most flying treasures, I don't have brakes in the first place and it's full of problems, but I'm pretty sure I can fly.

And it's so fast. It is a rate at which safety is not entirely considered.

There should have been more items in the past that were the basis of this than were beginning to appear as treasures. I feel like preaching to the first person who thought about this for an hour.

Even the foot of an outsider hunter instantly rushes through a distance that takes more than an hour and goes straight into the woods.

Walking on the ground would have blocked my sight by depressed and lush trees and drained my strength just walking badly on scaffolding with stones and branches, but it had nothing to do with me running through the sky.

Birds and beasts living in the woods scream at me flying at high speeds far above. I'm the one who wants to scream.

And I managed to discover the treasure hall of my goal in a very large sight. [M]

An open land without trees. Large holes empty in the earth. There's no other cave-shaped treasure house around here, so I'm pretty sure.

Fast. Fast as falling in love myself. Tino would also manage to live with this.

The only problem after that is that there are no brakes.

And I devoured my teeth, turned diagonally downwards, and jumped into the hole with the momentum as it stood.