"A more dangerous state than you can imagine.
There are no demons around. "
In the words of a tin back from reconnaissance, I remember the skeletons flocking to the walls.
Even from afar, the number of skeletons was surprisingly high.
Not only has the Imperial soldier been skeletoned and marched on, but he could be defeating the weak goblins around him to add more skeletons.
Maybe the Fennel kingdom is playing cage castle battle because they fear that the Knights will be defeated and skeletonized.
Because it would be physically and mentally tight to increase enemy power and reduce allied combat power.
"As far as viewing from afar, the king's capital is completely besieged.
There are battle wreckages everywhere, so you must have bumped into them several times.
Maybe the food's out of stock and I can't fight it anymore. "
"I guess we'll be repeated all the time while we're away.
Night progression is deadly, given that your opponent is a skeleton.
Unfortunately, the Adventurer Alliance reinforcements are unlikely to make it. "
"If you think about preparation and distance, you have no choice.
If the broken bridge hasn't been repaired, we'll have to go a long way "
I didn't know the disturbance between the ancient dragon and the spiritual beast Chorocholo would come here and pull my leg.
We have no choice but to bypass through Snow Mountain than the broken suspension bridge that connects Friesia to the desert country.
The Adventurer Alliance, which has a large number of high-ranking adventurers, is a comforting reinforcement.
"Do you know how long the walls were going to hold after that?
If there's even one hole, it's going to be fatal. "
"It depends on the strength of the skeleton, but I don't think it's long.
The walls should be fortified with dirt magic to keep them from breaking.
Still, if you look closely, some places were shredded. "
"Really......
Undoubtedly, the walls should be fortified, so perhaps the magic is drying up.
If it's a regular skeleton, a large number shouldn't be like this. "
Given that Dark Elves leads Skeleton troops, it's no wonder they're strong demons.
As much as you're trying to destroy the world, and what you're enduring should be worth a good fight.
We need to get inside the king's city quickly and fortify him with just the undead.
But the number one problem is............,
"Is there any way to break into the King's Capital with all this skeleton?
It's not the kind of atmosphere where you can break through the front in a grand way. "
………
After all, that's the problem, right?
You can't have that many, even if you increase your status with the cooking effect.
One skeleton after another should come like an avalanche, and if it's a half-attack, it's going to come back to life.
It's not a stampede ratio.
"Mr. Fiona, isn't it like a way out to the castle?
"... there is, but I don't think I can go through now.
Because during the previous stampede, the passage collapsed under the influence of spiritual magic.
I couldn't get my hands on it because it would be a cynical problem to restore it... "
Does it even resonate with the effects of the first battle I've ever attacked against a dark elf?
It was such a huge impact that the terrain changed, and I don't think I can help it.
Because if you don't rebuild the premise that someone is noticing you, you may get broken in.
I wonder if it was better than making it poorly and getting noticed by dark elves and skeletons.
That's a bad thing we can't get in there.
If skeletons really get stronger at night, we're more dangerous than the kingdom of Fennel.
Once you're here to rendezvous with Adventurer Alliance headquarters, you might want to detour and leave King's Capital.
I just don't know when it's coming, but I'm curious.
Nevertheless, if the atmosphere is such that it no longer holds, it may collapse while we are merging.
"There was a story in the elf about stabilizing the magic of a fire cat with cookies, wasn't there?
Mr. Estelle has abruptly talked about cookies as everyone continues to worry.
"Yes, I see you do.
As I explained in the Dwarf, the main effect is to temporarily increase the status. "
"Spatial transfer, how about entering the castle town in a way that
If you can really bottom up your status with cookies, you might be able to control them.
I don't know if I can do it. "
Speaking of which, Mr. Estelle was a user of space magic.
When I fought the tin, I couldn't use it perfectly, although it was said to be instantaneous fast travel.
If you have more magical widths that can be handled with enhanced stats, you can return to the city in the most ideal way.
"You shouldn't have to.
Spatial magic is difficult to handle, peak magic.
It's not like you can handle it just by strengthening your status. "
"Then how is Firecat going to get back to the city?
Leave it like this and you'll be swallowed by a bunch of demons.
Remember, there is no dark elf on the battlefield, so it is of this degree of damage.
If he's serious, there's no force to fight him. "
"When the dark elves come out, you can handle them here.
We just have to look and see what's going on, more than we can go back to safety. "
"Sure, you're strong, but what if the other person is the one who uses illusion again?
Are you sure you can handle dark elves even though there might still be more skeletons?
There's more chance of demons pushing than ever. "
……… You can do whatever you want. "
The tin pointing that way with the hoon is teasing and cute.
Honestly, I think as long as we don't move to weird places as we did in the fight against dark elves.
Now that the magic is stable, it won't be weird.
Maybe it's still a bad memory because the tin was also taken back then and it was in illusion.
Mr. Estelle has originally fought with space magic, and if there is no obstruction, it will surely work.
Mr. Estelle, who graduated from a runaway horse, is now a reliable fighter.
I can't ask a bully tin about the cooking effect, so he had a sweet series of things that were going to magic.
Cookies, truffles, pudding and ice cream are the perfect treats on the diabetic street.
While Sassa and Mr. Estelle were flat without taste, he let only the carriage horse escape.
Because I want to reduce the burden of metastasis a little bit, and there shouldn't be any demons around here.
For once, I let the carrot simmer power me up.
I don't know if horses will power up either.
When Mr. Estelle is ready, we all join hands and become circles.
I was instructed to close my eyes, so I closed my eyes wishing him well.
"If you are opening your eyes during a metastasis, you may get drunk and vomit before you get used to it.
Keep your eyes closed.
As a result of the metastasis, rest assured that (...) the burden will not come on those (...) before (...). "
I heard words that made me uncomfortable, but I couldn't do anything because I thought opening my eyes might get in the way.
Then you experience a unique fuzzy feel like going down from a high place on a jet coaster.
Soon the men's slaughtered voices and the sound of metal echoing into their ears.
Looks like he moved safely back into the city.
The moment I opened my eyes, I was not greatly affected by the degree of crackling and lightheadedness.
Except for just one, Mr. Estelle, who threw up blood and collapsed.