Summoned Slaughterer

Five days to proceed in the direction I heard from the beastly woman in one ear.

Three more days of walking through the neighborhood where the beasts lived and through the trees, the surroundings finally brought with them the appearance of the tree sea. Sometimes when climbing a tree, check the direction.

"From around here..."

One, two, three noticed that the types of trees standing around changed.

The forest atmosphere also changes from bright, teasing, dry air to lush, dim, dull, humid air with lots of leaves. The clear air that could have been seen far away had also at some point turned into something sumptuous.

Many also have moss on the surface of the trees, and some have another grass growing from the cracked epidermis.

"... you look uncomfortable sleeping"

While proceeding through the woods, one, two, three, who were climbing and sleeping on tree branches at night, had a feeling of no nervousness that moss didn't like to come on.

"Yeah? What the hell, dude?"

A further night was spent, and the sight of one, two, three, who had been aiming for the back of the woods early in the morning, reflected the great tree with the odd cob.

Softly approaching, an equally sized wooden carved doll is placed near the root of the tree, dressed as a backrest on the trunk.

I grabbed moss dolls everywhere, but they were stuck to the trunk, and I was not even frightened to the point where I pulled them lightly. It's like a Buddha statue made by scraping out some of the enlarged trunks.

"Nevertheless, exquisitely crafted"

The fine-faced doll with closed eyes was an old man with a face engraved with deep wrinkles, but a beauty that would have been popular with sassaya women when she was younger. And the reason why one, two, three, paid attention to this doll is in its ears.

"An elf. No, an elf wooden statue."

The pointed ear is more than twice the size of a person and is elongated toward the back.

Being aesthetically shaped goes hand in hand, as I've heard somewhere, with the elf trait intact.

"But a wood-carved sculpture is… a sinister hobby as a fantasy dweller"

Without the texture and even the moss to figure out it was obviously made of wood, for the first time in an elaborate job that someone would likely believe even if they told me they were asleep, one, two, three, not very interested in art, was enough to watch for a while.

There, it was a glimmer of arrows that flew in with the sound of cutting the wind.

Then the arrow, passing by the side of one, two, and three, which shifted his body to the side, stood on the damp ground and rolled up the little dirt and dust.

"Speak up first. You're a rude guy."

"Chip!"

Someone tongued at the look of one, two, three, not moving at all, shooting more arrows from the tree.

Two, three shots and literally an early arrow strike can't even hit more than the first strike revealed the enemy's location.

Avoid swimming, hide behind the trees and lurk your breath, and you're done.

"Come out! I'm gonna make you regret that man walked into our woods!

Apparently, the enemy is the type of sniper who can climb blood on his head more easily than disqualified.

One, two, and three were frustrated by the opponent's cluttered manner, and flew the cross hand backsword from the shade of the tree alone with his wrist.

"Ah?!

A sniper with a wound to his shoulder fell out of a tree by chance.

On damp soil and piled leaves, a gutter makes a noise and falls in.

When one, two, and three rushed over, the enemy tried to take out the knife and take a stand to respond, but it was much quicker for the cutting tip of the knife that one, two, and three had pulled out to be hit in the throat so that it could be sucked in.

"Ugh..."

The enemy, who saw up close a sword emitting demonic light even in the dim woods, took his breath while his gaze was taken by the blade.

A little taller than one, two, three, slurrier and thinner limbs, but never weaker. The hairstyle elf tied with a slightly habitual long blonde hair flowing back was a good looking neutral face with long cut eyes.

And a characteristic long ear, similar to that doll.

"You... an elf"

To one, two, and three, which I will not hesitate to see as a giro, the elf spits with an uncomfortable face.

"What's wrong with that? Don't think the man who broke into the Elf Forest without permission will stay safe."

"If you don't have permission, make it at the entrance or exit gate and leave it at the call bell."

The look on the elf's face becomes more and more rugged by the words that tear him up.

"Well, I found out in your words that this is where the elves are"

"What can I do for you, my Elf?

"You just came to see the elves. It would be nice to see a place to live, but the destination is deeper."

"You're going to the Demon Clan!

The elf, who opened his eyes to surprise, roughed up his voice.

"Right. I saw one of the demons in the city. I thought I'd worship my best friend anyway."

The elf says he was stunned by one, two, three that he had come to see it because he managed to say it was hell or something.

"The demons are now sealed in the depths by the secret art of our elves. From the slightest dust, the weak can overflow..."

According to what the elves tell us, the demons are restricted from entering and leaving by the elves that are joining the line, in the form of being pushed around the elf forest. Torn the Dwarf used to say, "Demons hostile to humans”, seems to be those who have approached the city of humans as a result of the weak magic coming through the woods, less affected by the junction.

I guess the Zeble that one, two, three killed is the category that got into the human race well among them.

"What's such a hassle?

One, two, three, necked the elf as if it had been sealed to protect the world.

It's easy.

Elves talk like throwing up.

"The Demons are a species that broke up from the elves, so to speak. It's a disgrace to us elves, such as freeing those half-bakers."

"For the sake of half-bakers, you just have to seal it without destroying it."

With that said, Zeble had long ears, too, and one, two, three expressed doubts as he remembered.

"It's..."

Seeing as how the elves have gone out of sight, perhaps if it were a pure battle, the elves would not have enough power to destroy the Demons.

"That has nothing to do with humans! More than that, it's off-limits beyond the elves!

"You're taller than me, you're a kid."

"Don't call me a child!

You forgot you were being bladed, and one, two, three, took a step back to scratch you kicking me to hit the sole of your shoe.

Seeing the distance open, the elf pulled out the knife this time and stood upside down. I guess my left shoulder hurts with my back sword pierced, my left hand gripping my fist against my face.

"Now, you can't lose!

"At some point in the fight" next time, "it's sweet.... Good thing reinforcements are here."

A few elves emerged from the back of the woods as one, two, three shrugged their shoulders.

"Sik, what are you doing to your human opponent!

An elf of the man who was leading the way yelled at the elf holding the knife as he pointed his squeezed bow at one, two, three.

"So, but..."

"He said you could do it, so he let you, the kid who can barely use magic, do the lookout..."

Called Sikh, the elf dropped his shoulder with the look of the scolded child as it was. A subsequent female elf began to cure magic by touching Sikh.

"You think it's a child?

"Exactly"

To one, two, three questions, the yelling elf turned to one, two, three with a bitter look.

"Let's have them follow us. Our elf leader, Master Zanger, tells us to bring humans here because they are coming to the woods. Don't imitate me strangely. We're not allowed to enter the Elf Forest."

"Hmm?"

One, two, three are looking at the arrow and the elf in front of them, lowering the knife loosely, even though the arrow is pointed at close range.

"You're not welcoming guests."

"Just because I could fight my kid somewhat against him keeps me on track...... oh!?

One, two, three wave your left hand, and the back sword cuts the bow string.

A rammed string so that it could be played scratched the arm of an elf with a bow, and the arrow fell potato.

"I don't like your attitude. So I'm not following you."

"You think a human flair ignores the call of Master Zanger!

One, two, three laughed when he saw an elf similarly angry as he had earlier, bleeding from his arm.

"First of all, I don't know him. I don't know. There's nothing to follow."

Think of the logic of things, laughing one, two, three.

"Well, I'll help you anyway. Why don't you try?

"You said it. You think you can beat an elf!

A magically healed elf pulled out a knife on his hips.

But the first thing that flies in is the magic of the wind.

"That's what I've seen"

One, two, three slapped the flying wind blade boldly and flat from the side.

Bread, and it sounds like it can be bounced, and the wind blade is scattered.

"Oh, my God..."

The elf, who unleashed his magic from the rear guard, is stunned on his face.

"Hmm. Even therapeutic magic, but you guys can use magic without a cane,"

With that said, one, two, three remembered that the guy who named the Demons didn't use the wand either.

Hmm, the magic of the elves strikes relentlessly at one, two, three, who thinks.

Around not using the magic of flames, I guess I care about the woods.

As wind blades and stone debris fly, they slip through to dance as they twirl.

"Hidden, depressing!

Picking the knife protruded by the elf, one, two, three, with his fingertips, he gave back his wrist and snatched the knife.

And throw that knife.

A knife stabbed deep into the left eye of the elf, who now tried to unleash exactly the magic.

In the moment the desperate elf fell, the elf who was deprived of the knife also died from a knife blow.

"Four more"

Seeing as he did, Sik was lagging behind with surprise and fright.

"What, where did the momentum go just now?

"Hino..."

When one, two, three and his gaze met, Sikh screamed briefly.

"Ma, wait!

A female elf, who was using therapeutic magic, stood with her hands wide open with her hands full, as she covered a sik full of tears.

"It's our loss! Please, can the young miss..."

"Right."

Answering, one, two, three ran out of the blue.

Through the side of the female elf, running through the side of the sikh, and flesh-compulsive to the elves of the two men and women who were further behind.

"What?"

The two of them, who were magically trying to snipe from a distance against one, two, three, were just surprised by the sudden impending one, two, three, and can't do anything.

One, two, and three broke it together with a knife that swung out in reverse.

"If you don't attack, you don't have to kill me. But..."

Turning around, one, two, three saw a flashing surviving elf.

"If you're hostile, I'll kill you."

To the words, Sikh is stunned by his body trembling all the bubbles.

One, two, three, sighed and visited Sikh in age, but Sikh is just frightened and unanswerable.

Instead, she replied that the female elf was 16 years old.

"This kid is an unaccompanied kid and I take care of him... This child must have attacked you. I apologize, too. Please, forgive me."

"Then why don't you do me a favor instead?"

To one, two, and three words, the female elf took a breath. When it comes to what a young man wants from a woman, I can largely imagine. But I don't have the strength to resist.

"Wow, I get it..."

"Well, ask for directions"

"Huh?"

One, two, and three, having delivered the sword wiped with a pocket paper, paid off the soil of the clay.

"It is the way to the place of the Demons. Look, let's go."

"Yes!

The female elf walked out in front of one, two, three, with the bodies of her companions crying down when she managed to get her shoulders up by lending her still grumpy sikh.

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"For us, this forest is a place of grace and a tomb to come to an end"

A female elf named Puse tells us why hurting the forest is a huge contraindication.

"We grow up being taught from a young age that hurting the forest is hurting our way of life as an elf. Even this child without parents is no exception."

Puse is walking on his back, sikh, who has finally lost his mind.

Sik lost his parents at an early age and has been raised by his grandfather since, but his grandfather also died the other day, he said.

"Well, I know you mean grace, but what do you mean by graves?

"The elves that grew up in this forest, when they get to some age, their bodies start to stiffen. Then lean against the tree you decide on and assimilate to the tree as it is for the end."

So this forest is also a grave for the elves, says Puse.

"... I just saw your grandfather's elf like a well done wooden carved doll"

"It's probably the end of an old elf."

"I don't know. Why would a creature turn into a tree?

"That, I don't know either. It has always been so, only"

Moreover, the elves say that the vegetation of the body begins around the age of 100, that they cannot move in about a year, and then fully integrate with the tree in about six months. It was not the same image of longevity that one, two, three had.

He said he grows fast and grows taller to adult height at about 12 years old, but is inferior in physical ability.

Pusse reluctantly asked one, two, three, twisting his neck to a mysterious ecology that was farther away than it seemed, now would you mind from me?

"How did you get to the Demons?

"They're strong. There's more to it than that."

I also found out to Puse I heard that it was the right answer while thinking about something different, but I didn't ask any more.

At this time, in the head of one, two, three, there was a figure of an old man elf fused with the tree I had just seen.

"I made up my mind. I'll stop by your settlement first."

"Hey, what's the purpose?

"The current story catches something. I guess there's an elf great one, huh? I could have asked him."

Whatever it is, it's strange to assimilate it into a tree, one, two, three thought.

Though a fantastic world, I want an answer to something that caught my heart, something I'm not convinced of.

"We still have time. I don't have as many problems as stopping by. So it's a change of destination."

To Puse, I couldn't say no to that.