That Ordinary Mister is a War God

"Shallow Wisdom is Better for You"

Slightly dull, but I could hear the common language of the continent.

At the same time a black skinned oak emerges wearing a red helmet from the interior of the city, wearing blue armor and lightly holding a martial bone two-handed sword with one hand.

The back length was close to two meters, not sloppy like other oaks, but with built-up muscles lumpy.

"Well, Oak General."

With flesh that lines up with normal oak, and human verbal intelligence, it depends on rare superior monsters such as Oak Road, Oak General, or Oak Mage or Oak Priest.

The orc in front of me could easily be identified from being obviously a warrior.

Is Oak General just a presence that draws a line with Oak and interacts with the Quaternary Adventurer Party in one piece?

"That's right. Cliff, one of the generals serving the flourishing King Milch."

When I heard Cliff's name, Geiselhale distorted his expression.

"King with a name... I didn't know it was even born to group harm (Uberle)... you Holy Nation guys, how much did you leave them alone? Or did you overlap your lethargy..."

Naming is the result of a certain number of demons being organized and growing to the point where it is necessary to identify an individual.

Because we name each other only ourselves, the individual threat degrees are reduced compared to the "gephalen" that humans put on.

But the overall threat is much higher.

Because it is a sign that we are approaching man not only as an intelligence but also as an organization.

By the way, there are three levels available for the threat of this group of harm (Uberle), from below: "Army (Truppe)", "City (Stadt)" and "State (Schmidt)".

The army is at the level of building up armies, but cities and states literally build demonic cities and states.

Cities can be a survival crisis for one country if they deal with it wrong, and states can literally be demonic countries after they have been destroyed.

"These guys, whatever you think, are in [City (Stadt)] class..."

Cliff wins when he misunderstands the sad look on GeiselHale's face as just realizing his frustration.

"It's too late to realize how stupid you are now. Humans die!

Cliff lifts his gruesome left arm up and swings down momentum.

At the same time, Goblin and Oak rushed out simultaneously for Geiselhael.

Instead of an disorderly assault, he sighs when he is shown an orderly march like a trained army.

"How much damage has been done..."

What he thought was the number of victims, out by the time the demons grew into the "City (Stadt)" class.

As Cliff took the liberty of making a mistake, it didn't creep into a large crowd.

Whether it was number or order, it was just plain purposeful for Geiselhale, such as a large crowd pushing over.

"I guess the prep movement first"

He covers his bow, turns his magic into an arrow and releases it.

I wonder if a few arrows were released at the same time, crushing the heads of goblins and oaks that split into more than a thousand pieces at once.

This is what makes an arrow made of magic superior.

For no good arrow can release more than a thousand at a time.

"Hey, what..."

Cliff, who lost half of his allies in an instant, was stunned.

It was supposed to be just a living toy that would cry and run away, beg for life, and kill until bored, such as just one person for Oak General.

But the archer in front of him showed strength beyond common sense.

If Cliff is just an oak, he's about to lose his temper and escape, but he's a wise oak general.

We decided that a fearful and powerful enemy had emerged for us and asked the city for rescue.

"Make a rescue request! It's out of our hands."

About fifty goblins were near the cliff, and this is fortunate enough to rush into the city.

Geiselhale dropped it off in silence, causing Cliff to doubt it.

"Why don't you do anything?

Cliff's voice was trembling with fear, but GeiselHale doesn't laugh.

Face-to-face with an opponent with strength beyond his common sense, but full of demons kept reason.

I evaluated it in a different way than the emotions I liked or disliked.

"Why? Anyway, you are doomed. If you want to escape from the city, there's no reason to stop if you want to go to the city for help."

"Oh, don't think about it... you are certainly stronger than us. But our King is overwhelmingly stronger than ours!

Cliff strengthened to quell his fears.

Still, I can't stop shaking my voice.

"I guess."

Geisel Hale reacts with no interest.

If we were to sequence strength, it would be orgasm, orgasm, orgasm.

It's probably about above the second-degree adventurer party to be able to defeat the orgasm, and I wouldn't mind an orgasm or an orgasm if it weren't for the third-degree adventurer party.

The trouble is that they are governed and wise, so depending on the situation, we even need to call the first-degree adventurers.

It is very painful to say whether even those first-class adventurers can destroy orgasm kings while fighting tens of thousands of troops of orgs, orcs and goblins.

The emperor suddenly put in Yagami Fai, which is consequentially but greatly correct.

Geiselhale is going to smash the city of orgasm here and now because he understands it.

"Are you here?"

He sensed with a superhuman sensation of Yagami's radiance that more than 10,000 groups of killers were approaching in his direction.

It is an auga with bright white skin and dark black eyes of the gigantic body, even one minute taller than the cliff, who stands at the head of the augusts wearing iron armor, an august general with swords and spears, and a cane and garments like legal clothes.

Seeing that white aug. No. Cliff knelt down on the spot and rubbed his head to the ground.

"Do it with King Milch."

King Mirch nods heavily at Geiselhale's twinkle, releasing harsh words.

"That's right. Poor little bug, who hits my great brother. Tell me the marker you will engrave on your grave marker. I will carve you with mercy."

to King Milch's words. He laughs desperately.

"A whole human thing, or an orga?

When I heard what he said, King Milch's surroundings skipped the kill, but the King of the day was flat.

Because of that, Geiselhael is willing to name it.

"One of the eight gods of the Empire, Guisel Hale."

When he heard his name, King Milch had a creepy laugh.

"I know you do. Yagamihui's weakest bowman."

"Oh, you were gathering information."

Geiselhale increases his alertness just a little bit.

The Yagami Fai of the Empire is famous in the human state, but it is unnatural that the demons know.

If it is not just attacking and ravaging human settlements, it is also gathering information.

"Bowmen will only have meat walls. If the cliffs don't deal with them, they'll do it there, but that's where they're going."

Mirch laughs and declares.

"Thoughts that have come alone, let this Mirch make you regret it. And slowly, I'll swallow it with the Empire."

"As long as Bartolomeus is around, we'll never make it."

Geiselhale replied in the mood to teach things to toddlers who knew nothing.

Even the Marshal of the Demonic Realm can't beat Bal, but it can't be as august on earth.

"Know with your own hands if you can't!

Mirch was freshly barking.