The Branded Female Fencer

"I heard that you have a strong pig. Now, it looks like it will fit here." Is it not enough for me? "

Gemmiaka glanced at Mireille and turned to Charlotte.

Isn't it okay? I don't want you to pull your legs. "

"Ahahaha! It's okay ~ I'd rather hit you on my own." I dodged all of them, so let's get on with it. It's easier that way. "

"Are you serious? I'll tell you what, but I don't see my attack."

That's more fun, isn't it?

Gemmiaka glanced at Mireille with a fierce smile and glanced at Vatrka.

I see, this seems like a good fit.

"Why do you look at me?"

Don't make me say it.

"You guys, how long are you going to be--"

Mireille kicked Charlotte's jaw with her knee. Charlotte gets confused. There was nothing wrong with it, just kicked it closer. I couldn't recognize the act until I was kicked. It turns out it's a very different speed, but it's not only heavy.

Charlotte swung her arms and fought back before she could think about anything, but Mireille was already away. Mireille, who was whistling away with her arms tied behind her head, laughed sharply.

"Come on, pig. No matter how good your body is, it doesn't make sense if you don't hit one. Do you understand?"

"... I'll ask you the other way." You think the battle will end without a single shot? "

"No, I don't think so." But hey, I'm pretty strong fighting from the front. Do you want to give it a try? "

Thinking that Mireille's figure had suddenly disappeared, Mireille smiled when she grabbed it. It was Charlotte who had been taken away, but she was stunned that she had been kicked for more than 10 shots in an instant in an attempt to seize the opportunity.

Four shots each on the moving arm, the knee of the foot trying to come forward, and the jaw and side head. I don't know what kind of movement would be possible, but one thing Charlotte knew was that Mireille was an unusual enemy.

But even Mireille felt a little uncomfortable. When I glanced at Jemiaka, I urged her to help me with my chin.

"I see, sturdiness alone is likely to take time." I'm going to crush you with a bit of temper! "

"Take your time." We're all around us. "

Gemiaca was falling into disrepute, but many mercenaries and Guruzard soldiers were relieved that they could win. But they hadn't figured out why Charlotte was organizing the rangers with these few.



"Nuuuuuuuu!"

King Dryan, you're too protruding!

"You guys aren't following me!"

"No, there's blood on my head."

"But this is the king."

"How do you say that?"

With a bitter smile and a cheerful smile, Gruzard's lead team led by Dryan was in line with the enemy's main force. Although the damage to allies was small, the opponents who struggled so hard in the battle to run through the plains were more difficult than Dryan remembered.

Still, there weren't enough mighty men to block Dryan's path, and Dryan, the king, was leading the way, slowly scratching his opponent. Along the way, the Karatzel Cavalry, which appeared to slash diagonally from behind the opponent, helped disrupt the opponent's formation. Without it, the damage would have been greater. Dryan resumed his march with admiration, perhaps because of Alpha Reese, who was leading by Tenma.

By the time the sun had already passed Midheaven and the slightly leaning sunlight was blocked by the blood smoke, Dryan had reached the center of the enemy formation.

You're out!

"Have you come this far already?" Even if there are only a few of them, they are inferior species that can't be used anymore.

Seriously.

There were two thrones on top of a large four-legged turtle-like demonic beast. One was an orc wearing a sumptuous armor helmet and sparkling back. On the other throne sat a female oak in a soft silk coat.

The orcs surrounding them were all quietly standing there. Only this place was as quiet as it was left out of the excitement of the battlefield, and Dryan regained his spookiness and calmness.

Are you the general?

"How dare you, Lord, it's McMillan."

"Queen, it's Mercedes."

The orc who called himself the king and queen answered with pride. All Orcs in this faction are very skilled, but I wonder if the number is less than 300. In Dryan's case, it's strange that the oligarchs should be able to stay this majestic.

Or a trap. When Dryan thought about it, McMillan laughed as if he could see through it.

"Don't worry, beast warrior." There was no trap. We're losing this battle. "

"That's right. It's a big herd, but I'll start over from scratch." I'm sorry, but was the choice of the other herd correct? "

"I don't know about that." However, I am confident that I can do better next time. We'll survive here and get the strength to defeat them next. "

"You think I'm gonna give you that kind of time?"

Dryan's question was obvious. But McMillan and Mercedes, who knew it, had a hard snout.

"Of course, I didn't think there was such a good story of insects." Why do you think we waited here without retreating? I didn't think I'd be able to retreat if I didn't strike at the enemy's core. "

"If all the soldiers here go to the palace, we will have enough time to retreat." And if the king and his concubine were present, he could make a flock again. It will take time, but the herd will be stronger. "

Well then, let me crush that prospectus!

Dryan stepped forward with a sense of intent. Looking at Dryan, McMillan laughed from a height.

Continued