Sword of Glutton Princess

We reached the underground second tier of the Demonic Labyrinth/War Mouse Nest.

It's dark, I can't breathe.

I've been here many times, but I'm not going to get used to it.

I can't breathe, that's not a metaphor.

Deep underground air (ael) on the ground and in the demonic labyrinth is different due to its nature.

The pure human race (Legman) is weak in changing environments, making it difficult to maintain a full state of life after three levels of underground, with the exception of those of such a high level, and even after five levels of underground.

If we are to go any deeper, an environmentalist capable of magically purifying air (ael) will be essential.

I was thinking while putting up a mana lamp.

Weird, weird.

I'm usually busy flying around here, without a warcraft named Flying.

Flying is a warcraft with bat feathers on the head of a goat.

It is also the lowest warcraft in the E class, and Gilbard would be able to kill it in one swing.

Usually, if you give me up to two levels, I will see it several times...

"Dean, walk tight for me. Yes, because this is the third time. I'm going to cut you a thousand temis per next time, okay?

"Wow, bad..."

I rush after the Gilbards.

But the discomfort didn't just stay this way.

"Oh, you have the remains of the warrior mouse Moose!

Gilbard says happily.

I walk up to Gilbard with my face full of rotten blood.

My face is crushed to a mess, eating meat and being vandalized, but there was no mistake in the warrior mouse Moose.

"Dean, come on, it's time. Find out if there's any fighting bones left in the carcass."

"That, Gilbard"

"There's a haulier with you."

Gilbard peels his teeth off and stares at me.

"... Mr. Gilbard, this body has multiple bite marks. I don't think there's any bone fighting left..."

A fighting bone is a bone that every animal possesses, and has the power to turn Odd, a vitality itself, into a fighting spirit.

The struggle is around the body and can increase instantaneous power, strength, and physical stubbornness.

The higher the level, that is, the higher the odd level, the stronger the flesh can be obtained because of the existence of fighting bones and fighting spirit.

There is no clear difference between the two because both the Warcraft and the Animals have fighting bones.

In general, non-human species animals with an average of the parameters determined for "Im" above [5] are to be called warcraft.

As a result, the position of the fighting bone is around the lower abdomen and hits the end of the spinal column.

"Fighting bones also tries to eat warcraft, so if this is all eaten and vandalized, I wonder if there's anything left..."

"Don't let the fool answer me. If it stays, what are we gonna do? The fighting bones of the Class D Warcraft, the warrior mouse Moose, become a good magic tool. Even if they see a little foothold, it should be 40,000 temis."

... He says it often.

Sure, even if he struggles to carry all the nails, skin, and meat of the war-mouse Moose, he gets bought off and only gets 20,000 temis, but the fighting bone gets 40,000 temis about the size of his thumb.

Other Warcraft also have the highest value for bone fighting areas. There are some very rare exceptions, but you can say it's almost certain.

For this reason, most of the adventurers gather only fighting bones, and the remaining carcasses are often left alone.

If you have the remains of a warcraft, you will want to check for fighting bones.

40,000 Themis is half the amount I can earn on the moon.

But I'm the one who fishes carcasses with less hope.

It takes me a while to scratch it out because I have no skills and am immature.

I want you to go fishing on your own just in case they find you.

But I have no power against Gilbard.

He gave up and took the knife for demolition out of his luggage and succumbed, touching with his hand the corpse of the bug-gathering war mouse Moose.

Stick a knife in the lower abdomen of the rotten meat, scratch the meat, and pull out the gut.

That's how I struggled and fought for about twenty minutes and finally succeeded in removing the lower spine from the inside.

"... see, my coccyx is shattered and my fighting bones are gone"

"Well, you're right. Well, I wasn't expecting it."

Gilbard says in a pale voice. Naturally, they've already lost interest from the carcass.

Then I pick my own nose and say "you stink" zero.

I rubbed the rot on the dirt wall and then wiped the knife with a cloth.

"Then let's go hunting for Moose, the war mouse."

Originally, Gilbard was diving into this Battle Mouse Nest for the Battle Mouse bone fight.

You can't meet them in the first basement level, but they come out of the second basement level from time to time.

The underground three tiers have a higher encounter rate, but the higher the risk of encountering multiple bodies also imposes a burden on the body due to changes in the air "ael".

Beyond the basement three tiers is too risky than there are only two people who can fight decently, Gilbard and Morgan.

For this reason, they are targeting Moose, a single warrior rat who just happened to come down to the basement.

Gilbard says the goal is four Battlerat "Moose" Fighting Bones, but even if it goes well, I'm stunned that three will be the limit.

"Is that...?

I looked back at the remains of the war mouse Moose and had a bad feeling about it.

The injuries sustained by the carcass are too severe.

"Come on, Dean. Yes, for the fourth time, I'll reduce it by a thousand temis."

"What defeated the warrior mouse Moose...?

"Yes?"

Gilbard listens back.

"War Mouse is the strongest warcraft to the third tier of War Mouse Nest. What defeated the warrior mouse Moose?

"I can think of anything. Neither the Adventurer Guild nor the Army have heard of a Warcraft Stash (Monster Pool) in The Rat's Nest."

Gilbard gives it back to me with a frightened face.

"Even if we were the first witnesses, it wouldn't be weird! I thought it was weird that I didn't see Flying Head!

"That's a cliché. He's the one who properly connects the facts that are specific to the fool and that he knows. The haulier didn't give me orders. It could just be a debilitating death, or it could be a shared eating of War Rat Moose, right?

"There's no way! Obviously this battle comes after a fierce fight! The warrior mouse Moose is not meant to be eaten together! However, if there was an abnormal outbreak of the war mouse" Moose "and the food was gone, it could be! Yes, yes! The lack of flying was also due to the abnormal occurrence of the war mouse Moose......!

"I told you it was a trick!

Gilbard screams.

"Are you an idiot? You think about it, and if you turn back here, you're going to waste all of that from travel costs to prep periods! Even you can't afford a life!

"Can I replace my life? Even if I help you now, if you keep doing this, you're gonna die one day!

"I'm afraid of death and what an adventurer. I'm so ready, aren't you going to be doing something unusual like a haulier forever? I was fighting as a fine adventurer by the time I was thirteen!

"That won't matter now though!

For a little while Gilbard and I continued to stare in silence.

"Hang on, I'll come back. However, in that case, if the Warcraft Storage (Monster Pool) is not confirmed, they will pay for all the costs incurred this time!

"Ha!?

"It's natural, isn't it? There's no way you can, Dean, the poor haulier. Come on! Think it's people's money, you can say whatever you want! Come on, stop talking nonsense and go! I'll let you deduct 3,000 Themis from your reward now!

Gilbard absurds his voice.

I don't have a choice. I just had to move on.

I followed Gilbard as he drifted.

After a while, I heard the sound of eating meat from the back.

"Shit, we're eating! Jump in! Light it up tight?

When Gilbard told me, he ran off with Morgan all at once.

I followed both of them.

At the end of the bend, the five warrior mouses, Moose, were eating the carcasses of the integrated warrior mouse, Moose.

Normally, in this hierarchy, you rarely encounter even where the war mouse Moose is moving in pairs.

It can't be that the five bodies are wrapped around each other.

We can only assume that in the lower hierarchy there is an abnormality of the warrior mouse "Moose", and that people in trouble with their prey are being driven up.

"Stay, no good, run......!

When I looked back, there was a line of three war rats, Moose.

I saw the light in my mana lamp and it was gathering.

"It's a Storage of Warcraft (Monster Pool). Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!

Morgan barked in a wild voice.

"Ko, I'm not assuming this number! Stupid, he said there were eight war rats, Moose!

Gilbard can be a wolf.

I thought about turning off the mana lamp, but it's pointless.

Of course, the warrior mouse Moose is sufficiently eye-catching in the dark.

This side will only be at a disadvantage.

"That's why I told you! What are you gonna do?

I place my luggage and mana lamp on the ground and desperately restrain my surroundings with the Blade Popo of the Poor.

"Yes, I've thought of something good......!

Gilbard looks at me with a cramped grin.

"Duh, what are you gonna do?

"Wow, for me, die!

Turn The Sword of Fantasy on me, where Gilbard is his magical guide sword.

Mixed stone fillings glow spookily in purple.

"Decoy!

Gilbard unleashed his magic on me.

This is magic that attracts the surrounding gaze and is often used in the aim of making the subject more easily targeted by the Warcraft.

"Oh, hey, you... no way..."

"On your level, you can't escape anyway... you died for us."

When Gilbard said it off, he caught my foot in momentum.

I don't accumulate, I repeat, flashly punch my half to the ground.

Then he rushed all the way to the exit.

"Gigg, Gilbard"

"Ha, ha, ha! Who would do this? I'm not bad! I'd rather have two less bodies! I did the right thing! You resent your weakness if you resent it, Dean!

Morgan also went on to Gilbard a moment late.

The war mouse Moose was distracted by me, and I tolerated Gilbard and Morgan running through the side.

Both the Battle Rat Moose notice the two of them momentarily late, but they are faster with them and the Battle Rat Moose.

He gave up chasing after me and stuck it to me.

"Ugh, you're lying..."

Food and their mana lamps are all in my luggage.

However, if the magic is inferior to the "Torch" level, it can be activated even if the Magic Sword is not properly suited, and the food on the way home can be manufactured even by selling the Magic Sword.

"Kuh, fuck Gilbird. Huh!

My screams echoed in the labyrinth.

Maybe Gilbard and Morgan heard me, too.

But nothing like that will save you.