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

"Heh... no... they're watching me"

"I can't believe you've been so dominated... there's even a Mage (Magi). What is Barrel... so much?"

The city had been completely conquered. I try to avoid the eyes of the lookouts and patrols to the inn where Klee is staying, but the trip did not proceed as late.

Ruda and the others are large. As a hunter, he is also armed. If you walk down the big street, you'll soon find it.

If it is discovered, the benefits of numbers are beyond. If the words of Barrel's head are not lies, there are three hundred opponents. I don't think they're all coming at me, but I can't deal with them very well on the strength of the Rudas.

Hold your breath and carefully check the situation. Barrel's reign was incredibly vivid from Ruda's point of view.

Maybe brighter than a regular army. Quick, quiet, with a minimum of people in control of the city.

The tranquility that surrounds the city is proof of that. Before the screams and anomalies became known, they dominated the center.

The actions of the bandits who attacked the village are largely determined. In other words, looting and destruction.

But the Barrel Bandits don't have it. There is no one who takes control and prioritizes his own desires.

It's not like there's no violence. The stuffing of the guards, which was near the gate, was quickly suppressed, with little visible of those walking outside. Perhaps they captured Luda and the others out of sight.

In Ruda's memory, the Barrel Bandits are known for their heinous outrage. It invades several large cities, strikes several merchant corps and does everything in its power to be vicious.

Seeing the sight now spreading in front of her, Ruda understood why the barrel had become a giant band of bandits so far with so much damage.

They know. The danger of looting with our enemies.

They trust. Judge your leader.

to advanced control, trained constituents. And a powerful leader who runs a level 4 router to make you feel overwhelmingly unequal.

With all three of them in place, Barrel was the subject of a request for nomination to a Level 8 hunter.

"... what do we do? I can't get there. There's a group of them, and there's definitely bandits."

It's hard to get there stealing those eyes. Ruda alone might be able to get there if he's lucky, but Carmine and the others aren't as light or quick as Ruda.

Cheeks on the walls of the building, Gilberto whispering as he watched the road.

"Hey, you don't think The Thousand Changes anticipates this state of affairs?

"............... If you expected it, why wouldn't it work?

"Come on. I don't know... there's some kind of operation."

To Gilberto's unspecific words, what comes back to the back of his brain was what Tino was saying in the hot springs.

The trial is not over yet. That's certainly what the girl who knew that Klee well said. So, as this is a test, who the hell is it against...?

For a moment, Luda recalls the leader of the barrel who had earlier solidified the entrance and exit, shaking his neck to the side.

I just can't. There seems to be quite a difference between that leader and the mana materiale he's absorbing. I'm suspicious that even the seven of us can take them down, and the numbers are profitable over there in the first place.

They seem cautious even when trying to trap them, and I don't think an ambush will make it through.

No, but... how about you get out there and call for help? Like when I took off my predicament in that [Castle of Ten Thousand Demons].

Doesn't sound like a bad idea. No, there is no other way than the overwhelming difference in power.

Getting out of the city won't be easy either. Those who scattered through the outer walls are watching.

However, Barrel's main power is following the leader's instructions and is gathering in the inn where Klee stays. We're going to surround ourselves in large numbers.

If you manage to cross a low outer wall and get out, this one will prevail. The leader of the bandits is beyond our control, but the general constituents can handle even Luda and the others. It's not hard to run and sprinkle.

If this is a trial, Ruda and the others must have a role to play. It was a moment that bothered me.

Take the Gilbertos and head to the outer edge avoiding a glance. The unbusy tourist destination was creepy somewhere.

Though large for the Bandits, it's a tremendous skill to create so much silence with only three hundred people.

On the road, I see a city man with his mouth blocked, captured and taken, but bites off his lips and drops him off.

"Are you collecting them in one place..."

"I'm going to take you hostage..."

It is the usual means of the bandits. I've never seen anything so massive before, but I guess I'm cautiously overlapping it because I deal with level 8.

Definitely - there will be a lot of damage. In the first place, it is close to defeat when it occupies the entire city. Even if Ruda calls for help in time, they're not the kind of people who surrender quietly.

What the hell...... how is Klee going to recover from this place?

Kill the doubt and get to near the outer wall. There are a few armed lookouts in the distance, but if you do everything you can, you should be able to get outside.

Gilberto nods small and grips his fist like Carmine and the others were nervous.

The timing was right, and as he tried to run out against the outer wall, a strong grunt rang.

Unexpectedly rolling with a strong shake, he grabs his arm by Gilberto and endures it.

Ruda doubted her eyes at the sight that had occurred in front of her.

The rocky gray walls were coming out of the lowly outer walls - where nothing had happened until earlier.

That's not one place either. It is forced out everywhere as far as it can see, in a form along the low outer walls made.

The shake lasts for more than a dozen seconds and fits. At that time, on the outside of the lower outer wall, an outer wall could be raised that looked up.

Out of line. It's not an illusion.

"What... this!?

"Magic... stupid... impossible"

Carmine ties her lips hard with a faded look.

The city of Sulphur is not that big, but it should still be quite a distance when it comes to covering the outer circumference.

I know the magic exists to get the walls out, but I've never heard of a magician or anything like that who can produce walls of this height on this scale, and in an instant.

But if I saw it this way, I couldn't believe it.

There is no appearance of being upset by those on watch. I'm just pointing at the wall and laughing like I'm impressed.

The wall is about three meters high. This is not going to be easy to cross. It also takes time to destroy.

If this is the magician's move, it should put a considerable strain on him. Barrel Bandits handiwork is close to perfection without having to produce walls or anything.

Do the Barrel Bandits find it worth getting that far into The Thousand Changes? Is it also a grudge?

And we 're-- what do we do?

"There's no other way out?

"............... let's go back to the gate. These guys should have secured the exit... there's no wall there."

But at the same time, that should be the most alarming part.

I need a positive move. Those who make gaps and those who go outside. But it is quite unlikely that those left behind will be able to escape.

Carmine and the others, face to face with the members of Whirlwind.

Does everyone have a rugged look because they think the same thing? But it doesn't seem to be my opinion on staying still in the city.

When Ruda was forced to smile, she took the lead and began to return to the path that had come towards the gate.

§ § §

It was a perfect, watery move. It is no coincidence that the Barrel Bandits were able to defeat the Knights of Gladys many times, known for their strength.

There is no mercy for the Barrel Bandits. Barrel tolerates everything. Looting, killing, mausoleum.

The liberated desire, under a powerful leader, has been sharpened and now boasts a high morale and unity that cannot be talked about, such as the regular army.

The head of the Barrel Bandits, Jeffroy Barrel, was sitting in a giant barrel, a symbol of that Bandits, quietly trembling at the exuberance he hadn't felt here recently.

One of my men, a man armed with light armor, comes on a small run and reports briefly.

"Oyaji, we've got a bulkhead."

"Oh, well done"

"But was it good? It was a lot more extensive, so I have very little left."

"It was an invaluable treasure... but no less. You can't let him get away with it. We're the Bandits. I'm here risking everything."

"Yes, sir"

The cost was multiplied. The treasure that freely creates the bulkhead is expendable and has struck numerous cities and merchants, but similar items are still unavailable.

But still, if I get a Level 8 neck, I'll get a change. I will spare no effort.

If we can bury The Thousand Changes, which slaughtered several illegal sorcery societies and massive bandits, Barrel's brave name will blow in the backworld and be called in the name of the most murderous. The other bandits should be coming down with their heads wanting them under their umbrellas.

On the other hand, failure is unacceptable. Almost all of the members were mobilised. It puts in most of its resources, starting with powerful poisons and flying phantom beasts purchased from the Sorcery Order. In the unlikely event of a loss, the Barrel Bandits, who have increased their power over twenty years, will be devastated.

"Have you finished interrogating your fellow Thousands of Changes?

"No. The only thing is that he's a brunette - he didn't throw up in the heart of his hand. Out of my mouth are all the screams and the words that glorify us. Come on."

To such a subordinate with a humble laugh, Jeffrois slightly narrows his black eyes.

This is Jeffroy Barrel's generation of big hits.

Jeffroy and I weren't after the neck of The Thousand Changes from the beginning.

When information came in from a subordinate who was letting Gladys' Knights infiltrate that a crusade nomination request had been issued to The Thousand Changes, he was just going to withdraw from the territory and move to another country.

A level 8 hunter is a chemical. Jeffroy is confident in his power, and many of his men have not failed to train from day to day.

Including dominance, he's just comparable to Gladys, but a high level hunter is a thousand things. I'm not going to lose, but bumping from the front was too risky.

It was during the retreat from Gladys territory that the decision was to be overturned - the beginning of which was a man of two travellers who stumbled upon him in the midst of an inconspicuously decided mountain crossing.

Fortunately, the men named themselves members of The Mourning Ghost (Strange Grief) to Jeffrova, who was lightly captured.

It's the name of the Thousands of Changes party.

I didn't think it was a lie. Barrel heard that he had sent out a request for nomination to The Thousand Changes, and he began to withdraw. The timing was too good to deceive a lie, and very few know that The Thousand Changes is headed for Gladys territory.

The men were quite strong. At least, he had more than a mid-level hunter.

But still, Jeffroy has only enough power to defeat him alone.

When I found out about it, my greed sprouted on Jeffroy.

Get the neck of The Thousand Changes.

Originally, I had my doubts. Thousands of Changes is its feat, and its foresight is well known, but information about combat capabilities is nearly nil.

That has been a chunk of discomfort for Jeffroy, who has so far walked through various countries and seen and heard information about various hunters.

I can't stand a door in a person's mouth. Strength is something you can't hide no matter how much you hide.

Aren't you extra strong? Jeffroy's predictions turned to certainty by capturing fellow Thousands of Changes.

Plus, if we don't have all the party members, now is the time to jump the barrel.

Carefully, but sometimes boldly. You need merit to make a name for yourself.

It surrounded and occupied the city. He also inadvertently gave a deep hand to a powerful hunter who took a large number of hostages and accidentally stayed together.

So far, no major unexpected has occurred. All you have to do is earn the neck of The Thousand Changes.

There will be no reinforcements. In case you come, you can't beat Barrel unless you come with more force than the regular army.

And by the time he's ready, Barrel has captured the neck of The Thousand Changes, doing everything he can to plunder and celebrate in far other countries.

"Oyaji, Hunter's party is about to enter the city. What do you want to do? It seems to be a mix of foursome people who seem pretty strong."

Rarely does one of my men come to report.

Already the gates have been dropped and replaced with members who excel in secrecy, from staff vetting entry into the city to guards.

Bad luck. Hunters are powerful enemies, but at the same time they are good prey.

Usually, depending on the situation, I put him in the city, saw a gap and killed him, but now is not the time.

"... Chip, you're pushing level eight, right? I don't have time for this right now. Drive him back in peace for good reason."

"Okay."

My men rush back to the gate.

I couldn't afford the time. The barrel and the occupation of a large city so far can only be counted.

"Hey, haven't you? Send confirmation! Remember, the longer you take to get your neck, the less time you have to plunder!

"He said the strong one that should have poisoned him is back, and he's taking the trouble. There doesn't seem to be any dead, but five people have been hit. Huh! Now they're turning people from behind."

The poison Barrel bought after pounding a lot of money is pretty powerful. I've never been able to stand it before.

To unexpected reports, Jeffrois tongues loudly and yells.

"Damn, I can't help it, I'm going too. I'll kill him! I'm pretty sure there's a level 8 there, which means the strong one is protecting you! You give the instructions instead!

The strongest of the barrels is Jeffroy. No more people can be reduced for no reason.

The love axe I kept beside me - grabbing the war axe of the treasure tool and standing up.

At about the same time, a gray mass descended from the sky a few meters before Jeffroy's eyes.

The cobblestone crumbles and the shards rise. At that moment, the thought becomes blank.

I look up at the sky with just my gaze, but the ether is just spreading, and there's nothing foreign.

And then the chunks swallowed. Unexpectedly, I open my eyes.

"Ru... do you?

Hey, what?

Until now, I have remained calm under any circumstances. But now, Jeffroy had stopped thinking for the first time in a long time.

I stabbed him in the ground. That's what slowly rises.

It was a man with gray skin. No, fulfill it, whether that's what you can call a human...

Flesh enlarged with extremely developed muscles. There's nothing to cover yourself with, and the only thing is bright red pants covering your groin to the extent that you're sorry.

I don't have a weapon, but I would just be sorry if he hit me with that unusually long arm.

And its head is covered with paper bags and stopped with ribbons.

He was dressed like a joke. The head shakes heavily, two large, holes drilled in the eye position are directed at Jeffroy, who is completely rigid.

"Kill, kill... hang up... kill...?

The creature jumped up a lot when she squirmed in an overly adorable voice compared to its height. Take a forward leaning position at the same time as landing, and keep moving like a shell.

It was a splint until it was stunning. He waves his arms wide, steps down the ground and instantly disappears from Jeffroy's sight.

Everyone who was packing in front of the gate was losing their words and consolidating. No one could act on anything, neither those men who were trained to hold weapons and scream immediately if the enemy showed up, nor those who were trained at any time to remain calm and endure any torture.

I got me back first, Jeffroy shouted in a trembling voice.

What, what's that? Chase him! Chase him. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah!

An already incredible object has no shadow or form.

He shakes Jeffroy's shoulder hard with his men's trembling hands, peeling off his eyes. The face was fading.

"O, Oyaji, that -"

"Huh!?

I checked the tip of that finger, and Jeffrova flashed this time.

Unexpectedly, remove the axe that was firmly gripped. But I can't afford to pick it up.

A rock bulkhead that rises three metres in size.

From the far top of it - a blunt helm quietly looked down at Jeffroy.