Why have you ever forgotten such an important thing?
I haven't been called by anyone, but I'm the strongest wolf hunter.
It's only Zako, no matter how strong he is, who has a sharp sense of smell.
I could hardly believe I wasn't active when I could.
The battle of dark elves, chosen for their potion skills, was already well shown.
From now on, I'll show you the battle of the high elves chosen for seasoning.
"Tin, go back now!
"No, they'll do it when I get back now"
"It's okay, because there's only one way you can win"
A tin that was running through at a fierce speed slowly stopped.
It's like I can't really understand it with my head and wonder if I misheard it.
I am surprised by the evidence, which punches my eyes.
"You once crusaded Silver Wolf on request when you partied with Tin, didn't you?
Um, remember how I won?
Digging up memories in his head, Tin thought Bo and then reacted to me hah.
"Egg kingdom!
Sorry, that's black history.
Forget the name of the move.
I don't suppose you think anything because you are more of a medium two disease.
"If I stay held, I can't attack you, so I want you to hug me from behind, like Mr. Syrup.
Because if it's my status, if Hyena hits me, I can't avoid it. "
"Okay."
When I was put down from my hug, I saw a shocking sight.
Suddenly the tin started crawling on all fours.
What the hell is wrong with you?
There's no such thing as a crawling process to get a hug from behind.
Stop sticking your prickly ass out when you say this is such an emergency.
By continuing to look at your balls and Cro's butt, you've unleashed your desire to "look at my butt too"?
I don't have a tail, but I've known your ass to be attractive since the first day we met.
Because I chase your ass all the time when I'm in my miniskirt at home, and I look forward to checking my thighs and punches every day.
Now I want you to hug me and carry me around.
"Get in."
of, ride?!
Oh, well. Will the cat-like tin carry you like a horse?
You've been bragging about your butt, you've got the wrong idea.
Still, if Mr. Tin, the super beautiful girl, tells you to "get in," you have something that's coming to your chest.
It's like I had it when I was little, like a horse... saying it's a horse!?
You want to play adult horse tricks when Crowe might die!
Make it a reward after the battle!
While we're still doing this, we're fighting to kill each other!
My head is filled with kinky thoughts in the shocking sight of a sudden quadruple crawl.
I can't really start playing. I twisted my torso as my butt slacked to the left, pulled my right shoulder, and looked back as I crawled on all fours.
"Get in quick."
Oh, yes. of, let me give you a ride.
I forgot my purpose for about 5 seconds and ridden on to Mr. Tin with his squeaking chest.
Ko, Ko, this is adult horse play!!
The disloyalty of stepping on Mr. Tin with his butt and the warmth coming from his butt.
When I put my hands down to maintain balance, I just get my hands on my underwear position.
Are you sure you want to touch it even over gear!
It's a pervert that focuses all nerves on your fingertips, though!
I tremble my hands and feel the warmth from Mr. Tin's back as well.
That's when.
In an instant my vision turned glitchy and hit me hard in the back of the head.
I don't know what happened.
He turned his back on the ground while in a ride-on pose, looking up to heaven if he noticed.
Note that I am too excited to feel a pain in the back of my head, etc.
"Stay with me because I'm falling"
Ha, back to me, Mr. Tin was butt-pushing out again and crawling on all fours.
I'm sure I got swung down because I ran out at cheetah-like speed.
Sometimes the cooking effect increases your status, and you get to the top speed at once.
Ride on the tin again, wanting you to say it before it falls.
If I'd done any more stupid things, I'd really kill Crowe and the others.
Let's not think about the nasty things now, but just about not being shaken off by Mr. Tin.
It's a legitimate merger to fight!
Pinch your legs across your hips so that they cross into your tin belly.
He knocked his body down and hugged it to the tin, his hands fastened like a seat belt to the tin's stomach.
The neck twists to the right and sinks its head around the scapula of the tin.
Even though I held it from myself for the first time, it was filled with a terrible sense of happiness.
Is this... the one called Tatsuki Hold?
As soon as I'm ready, the tin rushes through.
Just don't get wind from the front, it's easy to breathe for a long time.
I don't feel much resistance from the wind, and I'm relieved by Mr. Tin's warmth and heart sounds.
There is little impact from the ground and the ride is excellent and stable.
What? I like this.
When you're feeling comfortable with every horse, you brake like a gagged scraper on the ground.
What appeared in my sight was Crowe, who rose up to support her wounded body with a weapon.
I don't know what to do, I'm a little embarrassed to see the sardines hold from the ride on.
But I have trouble because it's so addictive that I don't want to leave.
"Nyah, don't come back.
My relatives will not be sacrificed for the Beast Man problem.
I've managed to hold out, but I'll destroy it soon. "
Kroch, a scratchy beast man, should try to keep him off this scene.
With enough physical damage not to stand properly, I don't know if I can withstand the mental attack of rotten odor.
I can't make you recover yet, so just live with some more patience.
A perverted cowboy will receive a strong will to fight even in a body that can't fight.
It's no longer my private room.
First of all, let me persuade you to back off. [M]
"Master Cuttlebowl made a harsh decision.
You said that if the beast man were enough to choose death, he would turn the earth where the beast man lives into scorched earth.
Therefore, the heavenly punishment from the bowl of cutlets will now fall. "
"Or a bowl of cutlets... heavenly punishment nya?
"Yes, get as far away as you can without smelling it from now on.
To the wrath of a bowl of cutlets... the earth rots.
It's a horrible magic where the earth is done the other way by the too holy light!
"Parenthood… it's not convincing to be told in that outfit."
"I won't tell you that. I promise."
Tin runs off at the perfect time.
This is exactly what broke out when I came here and the effect of Cuttlebowl teaching was diminished.
I didn't know Crowe, who loved the bowl of cutlets so much, would be made aware of every horse.
Maybe Cro has the potential to want to do the horse trick, too.
When I'm paranoid about being a horse and having it stomped on Cro's ass, the tin's running speed slows down and changes direction.
The sound of the battle rang and I saw the Beast King and Hyena fighting.
Apparently, he's back on the battlefield.
Your equipment's worn out. Your balls are approaching.
"Don't come back.
Parents will not be sacrificed for the Beast Man problem.
The Beast King doesn't know how long he'll have it either. I hope he gets away with it. "
Speaking of which, you were twins.
I've just come here to crochet similar whales.
Now let's be careful not to fail.
"I will now give you the judgment of God inherited from Master Cuttlebowl.
It is a curseless magic that corrupts the earth.
Hurry and evacuate to inflict a lot of damage on the Beast.
I'll... I'll take care of it. "
"Parenthood, it's not convincing to be told in that outfit."
"I won't tell you that. I promise."
Once again the tin runs out at an exquisite time.
At the same time, a similar roar sounded like a lightning strike and the Beast King was blown away.
It's more daunting than the first time I saw it. I wonder who the hyena draped was so eager to feed.
Sorry to entertain you, but I won't even feed you a wolf.
From here, we'll show you the battle of the Historic Sick II (High Elf).
Before the hyena ran out to chase the Beast King, the tin popped up for me, so I'll give you a curse to fight back.
In something protected by a shell like a rotten egg, a time lag forms by the time it cracks.
Then only attack it out with milk that is easily damaged at room temperature.
When rotten, milk that emits a bad odor not only involves a sour irritating odor, but also has a nauseating smell like a mixture of rags and milk.
What happens when you create that with a perverted power full throttle called Horse Bitch.
It is the completion of a weapon dedicated to the anti-beast.
Free the right hand he was holding, shoving it aside and attacking.
"Holy slaughter chopping the wicked, milkslash"
Fly the rotten milk purely to the side for a slashing look.
The rotten milk that popped up on the horizontal line seemed to be brilliantly controlling the water magic.
I'm just flying the smelly liquid with great momentum, but the atmosphere is important.
Even though it's a showcase, I don't have the taste to just let it out.
The moment the milk slash was released, Hyena withdrew backwards at a fierce speed.
It doesn't feel like running off on guard.
So much so that he turned his back on us, his enemies, to leave with all his might.
I didn't know it was about a glass of rotten milk and as effective as 100m away.
Hyena looks back and looks incredibly stunned.
"Tin, lock him up in holy prison so he can't escape now.
I'm going to push him in without time, and I'm going to stop him while he's confused.
It's stuck tight, so run if it's going to be dangerous. "
"Okay."
Likewise, the Sick Tin doesn't come into my head when I say things that don't make sense.
At a time when we are about to defeat it with a rotten odor, there is the opposite of a holy being.
But the appearance of white milk looks holy.
You won't find out from afar, and the atmosphere is important.
Point your palm toward heaven and eject large quantities of rotten milk.
The high risen rotten milk changes direction so that it is pulled by gravity and pours down towards the earth.
"Holy Prison Sealing Evil, Milk Prison"
To prevent them from escaping, sprinkle them around in circles around the hyena.
Sounds cool, but I just drained rotten milk far away and surrounded the hyena extensively.
Firefighters also smell horrible with shocking water discharge.
Milk Prison's influence gave rise to a terrible harassment of smelling in any direction.
For someone with a sharp sense of smell, it would be hellish air.
Naturally confusing, Hyena began to grope around the scene with momentum that bit her own tail.
The surrounding area is surrounded by the fear of an invisible stench, panicking to an unknown escape.
No longer, settlement is like.
But I'm sorry to hear that.
I'm the type to take down any mutton fish with all my might.
Because I'm the one with the most miscellaneous status!!
Poking his hand toward the right side of the hyena, he bounces off a ball of rotten milk as much as the ball rolls of a sports event, along with a cannon-like roar.
"Spreading Holy Murder, Milk Bomb"
Don! When the sound rings, a piece of rotten milk dances through the universe at a slow rate.
Without seeing the moment of landing, they also fire a milk bomb on the left side of the hyena.
All I can do is a linear liquid attack. I don't like enemies who make quick moves.
Even when it comes to wolf hunters, the opponent is a monster who even defeats the Beast King.
In order to ensure that it is retained, it is necessary to expose it to rotten milk.
Then you just have to seal off the escape route with an invisible wall called smell and put restrictions on movement.
As the milk bomb on the right landed on the ground, Basharn and rotten milk splashed.
Hyena, who was groping around, stops, dons pull on the splashing milk, knocks her body down to 45 degrees diagonally and rejects it.
It's like a player who knocks his body out when turning a curve in a motorcycle race.
When the milk bomb released by the time difference lands on the left side, it knocks the body down to the other side to reject it again.
But it's caught in the stench, so whichever way you knock your body down, it doesn't change the smell.
As a result, it is moving like a metronome moving at high speeds.
Milk bombs were launched over the sky so as to cross the Hyena's head, which continues to reject rotten milk.
Hyena immediately stops moving her body and falls to the ground, holding her head as she opens her eyes wide and looks at Milk Bomb.
The way he prays to pass safely is rattling and trembling.
Rotten milk, flown with beautiful parabolas, landed on the ground over Hyena's head as planned.
To prevent splashing milk from sticking to herself, Hyena comes this way in a fierce dash.
As maneuvered. Trapped with rotten milk, guided with rotten milk.
All you have to do is... toddle with rotten milk.
You shouldn't have gone a little too far. [M]
Dark Elves use useful potion skills.
Fighting with high physical abilities.
He even summoned a disastrous demon.
Give Kanst's High Elves a little strength in Level 1!
I would be jealous of all the beautiful men and even their hot faces!
Full of jealousy and anger, I imagine the biggest corrupt milk I've ever had.
The worst milk with black spots present, semi-solid objects mixed together like yogurt, and microbes that I'm not sure about.
Let me just say this.
I'm so sorry about people who work in dairy relationships.
A panicked hyena came running with a face asking for help.
Even with a big tear coming out of my eyes...... it's too late.
The sin of making Croc and Tama-chan bumpy, make amends with yourself.
When the hyena that's shrinking the distance enters the range, pinch it with your left hand and foot so it won't be left in the tin and unleash the overrotten milk!
"Ruin the city of the beast man, corrode the heart of the beast man, and let him regret that he has hurt the beast man.
Sacred Water Discharge to Swallow Everything, Milkwave "
Hyena turned her white eyes and braked suddenly as a large amount of overspoiled milk was discharged like a high wave from her right hand.
But the brakes won't make it because they came at a fierce speed.
When the hyena sticks the brake on the high wave of overrotten milk, the milk splash bounces back without a water splash.
The tin that deflects in the gorgeous backstep fails to land exactly one revolution.
I'm happy with the reality that the rubble hit me on the back and went gorilla, but even for a moment I was pushed down by a tin.
He pushed an important part of me on my back during the ride on, so I guess the tin made the grown horse want to do it too.
I don't even hate those little demon techniques, which make you think you're mislanding and attacking me.
Do you want to play with your horse as soon as possible, Tin goes away at a fierce speed.
I guess I'm putting up with what I want to do right now and looking for a place with a nice vibe.
Because the smell doesn't make me moody.
When I reached a place where there was a bush that was okay for me to fall asleep on the ground, I was forced to peel off me holding him and let him sit in the front.
The way you look at me with a very serious face should be with respect for taking over a mighty enemy that no one ever did.
I fought through it with a line that you would understand if it was the same two diseases, and the two of us merged to crusade.
You don't have to use a fusion potion or anything like that, but you can merge if you both want to.
Now it's time for an adult horse to merge, right?
Did you convey your feelings, Gassi grabbed both my shoulders. Tin comes close to my face.
I think it starts with a kiss and gently closes my eyes.
Then, a shocking confession was made from Tin's mouth.
"You can't let the milk rot. It smells so bad."