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

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!

With a tremendous roar, a strong electric shock emanates from the large golden blade to the surrounding area. The electric shock knocks down the trees, blows up the carcasses of the narrow, lying demons, and further stretches the surrounding area.

I heard in conversations on the road that it is a material derived ability, but it is a tremendous power no less than the Magic of the Mage's Attack. The story of a dragon killer is also convincing.

But seeing the sight did not reassure Ruda at all.

Arnold, who stood at the head and waved down his sword, breathes roughly.

Surrounded by excessively broken demon carcasses and organs scattered with a tremendous stench. It's not what the Rudas defeated, it's what they scattered from the beginning.

Demons are not attacking only humans. There are territorial disputes between demons, and it is a common story that ecosystems have changed gallantly in forests and other places where powerful demons have come from outside.

But strong malice came from the appearance of that carcass, which was destroyed more than necessary.

And also had already come into contact with the demons that probably would have made it.

"Damn, they got away with it again! What the hell is that demon?

Ai doesn't blink one, he concentrates and explores the surrounding sounds. But there's no sign of a creature around, no one sounds like a bug.

The first raid occurred just up the rolling path of the carcass, just past the summit of the mountain.

The demon raided to sew the gap between the standing trees. Almost at the same time as the alarming voice of a fellow who was watching you by chance, one of the Misty Thunder Dragons danced heavily in the universe.

A ghost whose whole body with unusually long hands and feet was dark green.

The blow, carried out from its thin arms, was as fast as the wind, fortified with mana materiale, gently blowing the body of a large hunter in sturdy, heavy armor. He gently avoided the swords and magical counterattacks that had been unleashed and disappeared across the trees at a slippery rate.

Above all, what is scary is the fact that the operation was carried out almost silently and that it disappeared the moment it took the interception stance. It was clear from that natural behavior that ghosts had that kind of habit.

Fortunately, the member who took the blow was safe, but the blow was certainly aimed at the neck.

If one of my people hadn't been able to detect the raid, it would have been dangerous.

And yet, that was only the beginning of the raid.

Both carriages had already been lost. A second raid targeted a horse.

Originally, it was impossible to go by two carriages on a narrow mountain path, especially the carriage of the Fog Thunder Dragon, which completely blocked the road by itself, and once it proceeded, it could not retreat. It was impossible to protect the horses from ghosts who set their aim and attacked them, and they could not force them to risk their party members.

Ruda also mimics Aye and focuses her spirit on exploring the surrounding situation.

The secrecy of that ghost is quite high, and in the setting of the sun it is hard to see. But not without any signs at all at the moment of the raid.

Sound similar to wind stirring. That's the foretaste of the raid. It's just the sound of the wind and the difficulty of hearing, but there are several eyes here. We are unlikely to be ambushed if we are all on alert.

"I don't know... I've never seen a demon like that!

"It's just... it's not a demon. Deepness of obsession, strength in intelligence. brutality. I didn't know you'd come at me looking at Mr. Arnold..."

Even as Aye sweats, he grins.

The most frustrating was Gilberto's party member. The leader, Carmine, seems to be just like the leader and can still afford it, but the power of the members of The Flaming Wind (Crimson Flame) drops dramatically compared to the fog Thunder Dragon, a party in the war, and Ruda, who continues to explore solo.

No ability, no experience. The look on the face of the members was disgusting, and from each and every one of them a strong fear could be seen.

Perhaps that cunning ghost goes for it. Scrape carefully and carefully from the weak.

Ruda's ability to see ghosts was quite high. Probably also in the upper hand in this Garest Mountains.

Still not attacking from the front because of the depth of caution, or to terrorize the prey?

I guess he was measuring his abilities in several raids. The ghost never went for the strongest Arnold. Follow only the weak parts.

Differences in strength exist between Arnold's parties and their members. It sharpens the spirit tremendously and slows down the movement of the members one by one, not knowing when to come down the rugged mountain path.

Mountain roads stacked with unusually demonic carcasses are as if they lead to hell. You're afraid of that ghost, and I was only fortunate that no other demon would show up.

Around the corner where he managed to recieve the tenth raid, Ei advanced to Arnold in a small voice.

"Mr. Arnold, it's not good if you don't put on a battle. We still keep it, but the Flaming Wind (Crimson Flame) is the limit. We're still poor, Jiri."

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Arnold nods one silently. To that appearance, Ruda relieved herself small without putting it on her face.

The way Arnold and the others quickly sprinkle ghosts in this situation is to abandon the weak. Especially in this case, for Arnold, the weak Ruda, Gilberto, and the Flaming Wind (Crimson Flame) are not opponents to defend until they struggle. Only Fog Thunder Dragon (Fallen Mist) will increase the speed of descent.

So Ruda was also thinking about the possibility of Arnold abandoning the Rudas and running away just a little bit, but apparently he doesn't intend to.

Shame on myself for not having to worry about it.

It's a strong party that's not strange for the bandits to get it wrong, but apparently it's different when it comes to level seven as well.

Aye looks back and whispers to Carmine and the others.

"... hey you guys. I'm gonna have to finish him off - not like this. You know what I mean? He has a head to think about. Little by little, the raid is cunning, and there's no sign of giving up. Keep going and someone will definitely die. And if you're going to die, it's someone in the" Flaming Wind "that's wearing off and being targeted.

Aye's words are heard with a mysterious look by members of The Flaming Wind (Crimson Flame).

Luckily, no one seems to make a scene. I guess I understand the situation.

"Even as we do, I want to avoid my companions dying. So, yeah - that ghost is obsessive and powerful, but it doesn't mean he doesn't have a weakness. Bye. He's got a whole body wound, and from what I've observed - he's got a big injury to his right leg."

To Aye's words, Gilberto opens his eyes. Ruda also breathed.

Indeed, countless scars were engraved throughout the body of the ghost observed at the moment of the moment. It's as if he was attacked by a massive demon.

But still, the movement was windy. If so, what was the original velocity?

"You saw the burnt woods in the camp up there, didn't you? It was probably the guy we were chasing. I scratched you, too."

"Oh... I know that... well, then what? Are you saying that the demon has been hit by a Thousand Changes?

Gilberto screams out loud. Ei laughed bitterly at the words.

"No, unfortunately that's first...... it can't be. There were no traces of bodies or people's blood on the road, and too few wounds left on demons. Did you put it on, or did the ghost escape better, or didn't he look like enough opponent to chase - I don't know, but anyway, the Thousands of Changes ended up there with those demons. And we're being paid for that."

"I see... then don't be so convinced!

"How annoying..."

Carmine says tired next to Gilberto, who nods loudly as if he had fallen. One way or another, Ruda's opinion is on Carmine's side too.

If I could take him down, I wanted him to just take him down, not just injure him.

My legs won't stop while I talk.

You can go down the mountain if you walk along the road for half a day. Mostly demons don't come out of their territory. That way of fighting ghosts specializes in obstruction-rich mountain forests. They weren't supposed to come after us to the ground.

Looking back at my people. Ruda compactly packs her bags in her usual solo habits, but the other members carried a large load of baggage that had been loaded there because of the loss of the carriage. It's too intrusive to run and run.

But I didn't think I could get away safely from that ghost speed by throwing it away and running. Maybe if only Luda could get away with it, but that shows Gilberto and the slow-footed members getting away with it. You can't just do that.

"Anyway, he's hurt. If Mr. Arnold fought directly from the front, he wouldn't be a big opponent. The only problem is that he doesn't stand in front of Mr. Arnold. I mean, there's... there's...

The word swallows a member of the Flaming Wind (Crimson Flame) nervously.

Ai deliberately explains it in a bright voice. But that look is serious.

"If you know who's going to be attacked, even if you're about a few meters away - if you think ahead of time about the road, you can intercept. What, an easy hunt?"

"………………………"

"Oh, that too... if you're weak, you better be weak"

To Carmine, who strengthens his expression, Aye continues.

"Looking at the raids so far - most of the members of that party are being attacked. The members of The Flaming Wind (Crimson Flame) are quite excited to be ahead of us, but they are significantly inferior to ours at the moment. Once the operation fails, that ghost will never get through the same hands again. I want to make a decision for sure. Do you understand?"

A member of the Flaming Wind (Crimson Flame) looks at the words.

Everyone had a blue look. That means we need to be more defenseless than ever. In the unlikely event of a failed interception, it was clear from the demonic carcass what cruel fate awaited.

Only time passes while no one speaks up. Gilberto raised his hand.

"Then I'll be the one. I'd be sturdy, and I'd have no problem getting hit a little bit."

To that voice, a fellow member opens his eyes. Carmine's expression changed unexpectedly only for a moment, and he quickly returns only to his face.

From Ruda's point of view, that ghost was far superior. That should be the same for Gilberto.

But there is no fear in Gilberto's expression. You can't be feeling no fear, but you're not shaking those hands and feet either.

Stand up for your people, knowing my power difference. That was just... courageous.

Just a few months ago, he looked different from Ruda, who knew when we first met.

But Aye immediately shook his head to the side.

"No, Gilberto. Just looking from the outside, I can clearly see that you are one step out of The Flaming Wind. That courage's a big deal, but that ghost's gonna be on guard, too."

"Oh no... there's no way out. Just a little bit, even up there. It's the same thing from that ghost. Right!?

Gilberto looks around at his people like he panicked, but none of them nodded only laughing bitterly.

Carmine takes a big breath and sees his people. I said it like I was ready.

"... I have no choice, this is also to survive all of us, let's be prepared. I'm the party leader for Flaming Wind (Crimson Flame). It's up to me to decide who's going to get hurt.... Layla, I'm sorry, can you ask?

……

At the end of his gaze was a little witch mentor.

He's about the same age as Gilberto, and he looks like he cares a lot, but now he's blue.

"Due to previous trends, that demon targets women more than men. A magician would be a little relieved if he played defensive magic beforehand. There are many options that you can take when you have to. Should be the most suitable of our members."

"Yes, but..."

"... okay"

Gilberto speaks up, but Leila answered with a trembling voice as if to block it.

Stay blue, force yourself to make a laugh and watch Gilberto.

"Gilberto should show me all the good things... and I can't."

"What, don't worry. Mr. Arnold is a dragon killer. Don't worry, I'll take care of it."

I saw a strong trust in Arnold in Aye's words. Other members of The Misty Thunder Dragon also snort loudly.

This is the right place. Arnold, who has been silent so far, said only rarely to the Rudas who regain their temper.

"Crap. It's just a depressing demon. Clean it up, we're going down the mountain. In the next raid, add a piece"

The operation is simple. Place Layla, who has been in the middle of the line until now, at the rear most likely to be raided.

At the moment of the attack, the members queued together pave the way simultaneously, and Arnold does everything in his power to pack and finish.

Layla puts defensive magic on herself, and her surroundings are ready to heal Layla at any time.

It's a simple measure, but the most successful operation you can take right now.

Change the line so it doesn't become unnatural while walking.

Invite a raid that you don't know when to come with care. Tingling and spirituality wear off and time passes. Isn't this the only one trying to proceed with caution, no sign of a new raid?

At that time, the trees were interrupted and the left-hand vision opened wide. Unexpectedly, he leaks his breath small.

Ghosts come from blind spots. If one side is open, the direction of the raid can be limited. It's a chase for the operation.

That's when I saw something strange in Ruda's sight.

"!? What, is that...?

Shining markings far below, at the foot of the Garest Mountains, by the lake. Carefully, nearby trees were felled and clearly visible from above the mountains.

Gilberto opens his eyes and narrows them to the sight that Carmine and the others would not normally see first.

"... fire? What, Mark?

"Is this where people live? What, is that some kind of signal? Like people are laughing...... I can see it - ugh!?

Carmine mumbled. At the end of his gaze was Arnold's face, who was walking the lead.

Until now, Arnold's expression, which pierced his oligarchy no matter how disrespectful Gilberto worked, was distorted as if it were a facade.

A blue muscle stands on his forehead, staring under his eyes as if he was just shooting people. My developed arms were puffy and trembling. A roaring voice leaks out of my thick lips.

"Thousand Weird... Ten Thousand... All, Calculate, Street, Ka"

"Huh...?

I didn't know what you were talking about. Ruda's vision is pretty good, but from the top of the mountain, you can't see what's going on at the foot.

No, no matter how much it was fortified with Mana Materials, there's no way you can see it from such a distance.

Ai looks down at the view with a look he doesn't like in his heart. Other members looked at Mark with a similar look.

"Heh... aye, maneuver, change, it is. Stop it. I'm gonna push him."

".................. hey. Naturally."

Change of ops? What the hell are you going to do?

Confused faces about the sudden changes in the Level 7 hunter you can count on. Before that, Arnold unplugged "Hao Thunder Flashing".

Reflecting moonlight, the blade glows golden. The air flexes and violet electricity hits the polished sword body.

From somewhere I heard an example of wind twitching. But not if you care about it now.

Arnold waves up his sword and screams out loud like a thunderbolt.

"As you wish, I'm not going to move, no! Wipe your own ass, do it yourself! Thousands of Changes!

And a giant pillar of light passed in front of Ruda.