Summoned Slaughterer

"One thing, let's hear it"

The lab lass asks without pulling out, holding onto the knife pattern.

"Why did you come to this forest?

"The demons are behind this forest, I heard. I'm here to see them."

"Are you going to meet the Demons?"

"That's what I said"

Hearing one, two, three responses, Laboulas quickly pulls out the knife.

"Besides, I can't keep him alive from here anymore"

One, two, three remain in the erection of the frontal eye, immobile.

"Demons are dangerous. I don't know what you're going to do, but we're locking them up for this world, and we're not going to allow you to bring in any unnecessary disturbances."

The knife is held backwards and the left hand is a lab lass made free to unleash magic.

Five elves who saw the movement set up bows and knives as well.

"The weak who want to escape, just get lost! All that remains here is this forest, and the elves that are prepared to protect the world"

Jirijiri and the elves' legs stopped as they were beginning to flee.

One, two, three are also waiting to see which one they choose.

"I... can't"

"Me, too."

Two elves fled as they continued to stand, but the three remaining young men never took their weapons in their hands with their will.

"You've got all the actors. Shall we begin?"

"Bullshit!

The first hand was a magical attack by Laboras.

A sharp, pointy-tipped cobblestone rubble strikes one, two, three at a rate that allows you to bounce dozens of rounds to continue standing.

Avoid while halving your body while striking to accompany the knife and deflecting ballistics.

Still rushing forward and poking, Laboulas played with a knife abusively.

"Huh!

Momentum shook the knife, his bare left hand slammed into the belly of one, two, three.

Kicking the ground the moment it hit him, one, two, three with his body floating, used the beaten momentum to keep his distance.

Again, confront each other at the same distance.

In a sudden melee, the surrounding elves can neither cover nor do anything, and can only watch as they take their magic and bow stand.

"That's fast. Can you even strike?"

One, two, three, rebuilt the sword.

The beaten belly hurts so much that it doesn't seem to have a problem up to the gut but it would have a mole or so.

"In magical one-sided incompetence, a man's summariser is not served. I seem to have avoided it well, but not next time."

Replace the knife in turn and allow the lab lass to round your back.

He sticks out a knife in his right hand, and his left hand is accompanied by a form that can release magic immediately.

"That's an unusual setup. But it seems familiar."

"That's right. This is the technique of our elves cultivated in this forest. You have a different level of skill in magic and weapons than humans."

I try to slip my legs, and the lab lass comes packing a giddy distance.

For a moment, one, two, three won't miss the fact that Laboulas missed his gaze.

The magic of the wind began at his feet where one, two, three, had shifted only one step away from his body.

"... have you avoided"

"Stop signaling in plain sight. Interested."

"Hmm...... do it!

On the decree of Laboulas, arrows and magic strike one, two, three simultaneously.

That speed is a step faster and more powerful than the elves that attacked one, two, three earlier.

One, two, three play with a knife, shake your body to avoid it, but in a way that fits the saturation attack, you add the attack with a lab lass knife or a wedge-shaped stone at an exquisite time.

"You're not just avoiding it!

Laboulas comes with more speed and more attacks.

One of those blows, one, two, three, that paid bare hands for the protruding knife, ran out on his back.

"Run!

"You're not."

Shake a wounded arm with a knife and block the sight of one elf with blood.

"Ugh?"

The elf, who was about to release an arrow, was only tempered for a moment by his suddenly red-dyed vision. That became the man's final moment.

For each gripped wooden bow, flash and amputate the body in the lower back area.

"Somehow, but"

The attack stops because a buddy was killed by an opponent who made a saturated attack.

"Arrows are harder to understand than magic. No, the other way around. I'm starting to understand magic somehow."

Saying, he slammed the wind magic that was looming from behind him with a knife pattern.

"... are you really human..."

One, two, and three replied with a smile to Laboulas', push-kill voice, which spilled a glimmer of sweat.

"It's obvious. Me, you, you guys, if you get slashed, you die, you're normal people. Like that."

Point to a body divided into two parts.

"So I guess you're excited about the ineffective killings of redoing"

Without worrying about his wounded left hand, he held the knife firmly in both hands and placed it in eight phases, one, two, three.

"You must be killed here."

Okay, good luck with that.

Magic attacks concentrated again on one, two, and three, who grumbled like other personnel.

Unlike earlier, one, two, three do their magic while rushing around vertically and horizontally, slipping like a whirlwind (tweezer) between the elves lining up.

"Ahhh!

"Guaaah?!

Elves screaming from the people, spraying up blood smoke and falling.

Three more were killed while their countrymen were out of the way and untargeted.

Two, two, three noticed something, pressed the back of one elf.

"What?... Huh..."

For a moment, he was an elf who didn't know what he was doing, but when he drops his gaze on the fierce impact, he sees a large wedge of stone poking at his chest.

"Why..."

When the desperate elf fell, not knowing why, a smiling one, two, three, appeared in the sight of a magical lab lass.

"La, Mr. Laboulas!?

Surprised to strike each other, the elves were pounded in the heart by a knife when they turned their eyes from one, two, three to Laborus, and died instantly.

Laboulas magically flies one stone after another, one, two, three, for each of his skewered companions.

While pulling the knife, one, two, three, kicked the corpse into a shield, ran in an extreme forward leaning position that pulled out the force of his knee and fell.

Towards another elf, not a lab lass.

"Fuck, don't come!

Stunning, rushing to turn the magic, but slow.

One, two, three tried to cut it up to the reverse, and now it rolled back.

It was an instant that the elf was relieved, that the fine, pointy bullet-like stone bullet released by Laboulas wore his whole body.

"Chip."

"Don't take my prey from the side."

One, two, three pointed their mouths at the lab lass avoiding the shotgun and pounding their tongues.

Laboras does not answer.

My leg stops. I turn to one, two, three, and I press the knife into my hand.

Like its tough flesh, which does not match the image of an elf, its favorite knife is also thick and heavy.

In contrast, the attack is delicate and void free.

"He's got good arms"

When the thrust precisely aimed at the steeple is mixed with the slashing that swings to block the escape route, the corresponding one, two, three, with magic from the surroundings, increases the small cuts as they descend in a jizzy manner.

But one, two, three don't get your hands on it.

And it's one, two, three who have an extra look.

"Fast, but too honest"

At that moment, the elves, including Laboulas, saw something incredible.

A knife erected by one, two, three, cuts a tip on all the knife poking. I'm intercepting a poke with a poke.

Countless sparks were raging around between them.

"Do something incredible!

Desperately increasing the speed of poking, but one, two, three go with it sparingly.

"How about it's easy to read"

Giggles and metal noises speed up tempo.

"What, this!

"That's not what I want."

A numbing lab lass thrusts through his body with momentum to break through his defenses.

But one, two, three pass by the side of the lab, which is frozen, without intercepting it.

"Ah?"

Laborus stepped forward without the shock I had imagined. One, two, three of those knees stepped from the side.

Out of balance, Laboulas honestly didn't fall and couldn't help but twist his body and wave a knife.

But the stretched arm is cut off by a knife.

"Shit. Aah!

"Shut up."

The blade slits through the throat of the lab lass, which lost its arm and raised its scream.

Laboulas, who overflowed his throat and mouth with hot blood, stared at one, two, three, and died.

"La, Mr. Laboulas..."

Only one young man's elf still survives.

"Uh..."

The elf, who threw away the bow in his hand, is lost and just exhales from his mouth as to whether he should bow his head and beg forgiveness, what words should be arranged.

To the kneeling elf, one, two, three, approach with the sword raised.

"Oh, here we go..."

"I had a chance to make a choice"

So, this is only the result, one, two, three waved the knife down.

☺☻☺

Bloody one, two, three stood as Zanger raised his face to the sound of the wooden door coming off.

"... are you here to kill me?

Puse and Sikh lean against each side of Zanger.

"If you still want to die, that's fine."

A knife released by one, two, three stands in the ashes behind the furnace.

"This... is a Laboulas knife."

From time to time, Xanger also watched him stare at the carefully cared for knife several times.

"Laboulas is dead... so you want to retaliate against an elf hostile to you?

Pousse and Sikh stifled his body.

"Nothing."

"... aren't you angry? This village elf attacked you, didn't he?

"If you want to fight, I will kill you. If not, there's nothing fun or pleasure in purposefully killing a weak guy. It's better to go see the Demons than that. I'm gonna get some sleep, so I'm gonna have to show you around at noon."

When one, two, and three turned their heels back, Xanger reached out in a hurry.

"Wait for me."

Puse supports Zanger, who has gained momentum and lifted his hips.

"I asked Sik. He said he found something about the end of the elf."

"You know what?"

One, two, three explained what they had told the elves earlier.

Described as something in the body builds up and twitches and solidifies and degenerates from the ends of the body, Puse has a blue face, but Zanger was listening with a nod.

"... finally, I'm convinced. There's a reason I could have lived strangely long."

Phew, exhaling, Xanger releases a branch into the fire behind an extinguished furnace. Be more polite than usual, so that it falls softly.

"I haven't been out much since I was little. The woods, too, were not too close because they were scared. If“ something ”from the woods is the reason, I know it's too late for me to degenerate. Though the sooner I think about it, the sooner I spend it in the woods, the sooner I feel dead. Now there's nothing I can do about it."

As we talked, Xanger was spilling tears.

I sneeze my face, eat my teeth off, just cry.

"Speaking of the forest people, while living by the grace of the forest, we were killed by the forest... I've never been so vain... Grandma..."

At a young age, how would that grandmother have felt if she had abandoned her?

I can't even imagine how sad it was that the despair of being abandoned overlapped with the despair that the moment of death was not at peace.

"Dear Zanger..."

Seeing Puse and Sikh speaking anxiously, Xanger brutally wiped his tears with the cloth beside him.

"Hihi... you've shown some embarrassment.... human, I have one favor to ask you."

Standing up, looking down faceless, one, two, three, Xanger bowed his head.

"Can you take me somewhere else, starting with me and recruiting people to leave this village?

"Za, Master Zanger?

Surprised Puse raises his voice, but Xanger keeps his head down.

"As the leader of this village, the Elves, I want to make sure that this challenge is the only one. In this forest, one day the elves will be taken in. No, I guess it's already taken in."

I thought you said I was going to the Demons.

"You just have to come back from there. It will take some time to bring together the people who want to live in the village. I know it's an unscrupulous favor, but I'll do whatever I can."

That's my duty as a mentor, Xanger said, looking at one, two, three.

"Elves seem to be good at magic."

To the abrupt question, Xanger grinned.

"Right. I'm good at it, and this poose has a lot of healing magic."

"Have you ever taught that to a Fae?

"You don't. But I might be able to... No, I guess I'll have to. If that's what humans want."

One, two, three, who heard the reply, roared with his hands on his chin.

"... then let's have it done"

When I got back, I left, and one, two, three left.

"Dear Zanger, I will follow.... I got scared of the sight of that forest too..."

"Are you sure? You're still young, so you don't have to leave the woods?

Poose shook his head softly to the side smiling.

"Master Zanger is the one who taught me magic. There's no way I'm not going to help you if you're going to try something better."

"I'll help you, too! … magic, though difficult…"

Stroking Sik's head, Xanger thanked him, muttering.

"I don't know, I'm getting excited"

Xanger thought in his heart that he must be really cruel when he said his countrymen had been killed.