Summoner of Miracles

In addition to being able to domesticate monsters and raise pets, cat demons have considerable visual and hearing advantages among the nine races.

Although the cat demon also has a correction in agility, it is quite different than the wind fairy, so it is more acute in five senses than the wind fairy. When attacking without using magic, the cat demon's sight and hearing are often relied upon to investigate the movement of the enemy and the appearance of the terrain.

As the lord of the Cat Demon clan, although not the strongest player in the Cat Demon clan, Alisa has enhanced her sense of security as a lord, enabling herself to be ahead of anyone and take the lead in discovering some strange spots in order to be ready to deal with them.

Now, it's obvious to Alisa that a lot of players are flying this way.

“Enemy... enemy attack...? ”

“How could...!? ”

“This meeting is a secret one! ”

“How could it be exposed...!? ”

A wind elf and a cat demon panicked.

Even at night, she looked at her face, pulling out a machete at her waist and asking alongside Alisa in a low voice.

“Are you sure it's a player? Dew.”

Alisa laughed bitterly when she heard the late night questioning.

“Aren't you a player or a monster? Don't lie to yourself, Midnight. ”

Arisa's words made New Year's Eve laugh.

That's what Alisa would say, because there's no such thing as a field monster here.

Since the butterfly valley is the central independent area where the world trees are located, this neutral area called the Arun Plateau is a monster without a practice field type.

That is why the venue for the talks was chosen here.

And since the visitor is not a monster, isn't it just possible to be a player?

Then, even Arisa claims to be a player in a group, and you can imagine that there must be a lot of them.

With so many players coming this way, they don't think they're coming to greet themselves or just passing by.

So...

“You're in big trouble this time...”

Only sigh at midnight.

“Perhaps we should be prepared. ”

Alisa sighed as well.

A wind elf next to him and a cat demon are similarly nervous and even a little scared.

There is no way, once the other party is really bad, let the lords of both races die here, the two races will be finished, will be deprived of a great deal of resources by the Fire Elves, even the territory will be occupied for ten days, will be arbitrarily collected taxes, finally let the other side copy the house and return full, the two races will suffer a huge loss, can no longer fight the Fire Elves.

Who wouldn't be scared in the face of this?

“Protect the Lord! ”

“Protect the Lord! ”

Afraid after that, these wind elves and cat demons immediately pulled out their weapons, surrounded by Arisa at midnight, looking like they were about to die.

These players are ready to sacrifice themselves for the sake of race.

It would be worth the sacrifice if New Year's Eve and Alisa could escape.

“Now, get out of Butterfly Valley and go back to Cat Demon Land! ”

A cat demon is in such a hurry.

Too bad...

“It's probably too late, isn't it? ”

Seems to be seen in the middle of the night.

Seeing the other side of the sky, one little dot is coming this way.

That's...

“Fire elf! ”

Alisa confirmed the identity of the other person.

This confirmation made it immediately clear that this time the fear had escaped.

This battle cannot be avoided if it comes from a fire elf perceived by both communities as a great enemy and an enemy.

The other side, it's coming this way.

“Get ready for battle. ”

New Year's Eve is ready.

“Gentlemen, don't die casually. ”

Alyssa made it easy to speak playful language and followed the hook and claw weapon off her waist.

Everyone pulled out their weapons and prepared for a death battle.

Until...

“Alas?”

Alisa's ears suddenly moved again, stunning her.

“What's the matter? ”

Late in the evening, he rushed to ask for a voice.

“There's... there's something coming! And soon! Very loud!”

Alisa had to scream.

The crowd suddenly stopped.

Soon?

That's not hard to understand.

But what do you mean it's loud?

No one could understand that.

But soon, everyone understood.

Ringing, it's really ringing.

“pounds--! ”

Just as the air was bursting, a shadow approached this way at an alarming rate, accompanied by a rocket-like oscillation.

No, more precisely, the other side is not approaching this side, but approaching the large army of Fire Elves approaching here.

“Is that...? ”

At midnight, Alisa and the others opened their eyes.

At the same time, the shadow owner met the group of Fire Elves.

............

On the Arun Plateau, a group of shadows swept in here.

It's a bunch of fire elves flying at low altitudes.

Five of them, each in a wedge-shaped formation, flying at an equal distance from each other, were very neat, knowing at first glance that they were trained elites, like a group of fighters closing in silently to their target, seemingly an unusual deterrent.

And in such an elite force, a tall fighter is at the forefront.

He has fiery red hair, his hair is upright like a sword mountain, he has light black skin, his face is sharp like a raptor, his tall body is significantly stronger than other players, his body is equipped at first glance to know it is super rare red tongue armor, tell others that his equipment, is definitely the top of the top class.

But what's more striking than that armor is the sword on its back.

It was a rather dazzling, dark red glow with two staggered dragons on the sword that emitted an indescribably magical two-handed sword.

The other party possesses an amazing top gear, and the momentum is obviously extraordinary, not comparable to that of the average player.

“Hmm?”

Such a powerful warrior suddenly frowned at a certain moment.

Spinning, the other person's face changes.

“Stop! ”

Without hesitation, the warriors shouted their orders.

“ ———— ”

Behind them, a single Fire Elf, though suddenly shocked, was so highly trained that they did not hesitate to execute the order that they all stopped.

At this moment...

“pounds--! ”

A shadow swept through the front of the Pokémon group at a terrible rate, causing the atmosphere to burst into flames and set off a hurricane.

“Ahhhhh...! ”

During the hurricane, a young girl cried like a cry, from afar to near.

“Who...? ”

The warrior raised his hand and blocked the hurricane that struck, asking aloud.

Responding to him was a voice.

“Your grandfather. ”

The voices fell, and one magic word flashed in the hurricane, eventually turning into countless sickles, blasting out.