Lentomia seemed to be concentrating her consciousness across the surrounding meadows, in a sleek hilly area, as she stood up all the time on the roof of a rocking carriage.
From time to time, you can continue to stand steadily on the roof of a rocking carriage because it expands its magic reinforced exterior (Magnetics) to the leg and maintains balance with an automatic center of gravity control technique (Auto Balancer).
The usual adorable prank-loving half-elf face lurks in the shadows and feels wild animal-like riddling that reveals a sense of vigilance.
"Not good, they're surrounded."
Lentomia told me quietly and in a pressing voice.
I enlarge the Enemy Boundary (Circle) of the Magic Thread (MagiWire) to its maximum diameter so that it can be played.
"Hemperoza, I'm sorry, but you have to stay inside."
".................. ok."
Even as you look like a child, its contents are Hemperoza, a former demon cleric with a mixture of fragmented "adults". The Dark Elf Quarter Girl seems to have immediately guessed the matter.
The brown girl strapped to my chest nodded quietly and went back to the carriage carrier.
While I pay attention to steering the carriage, I follow the feeling of a vigilant magic thread (Magiwire) that has extended to the limit distance of the enemy.
It is usually something that unfolds in the range of dozens of mertes at best, such as around you and around the mansion.
But in this vast grassland area, it makes no sense unless it expands to hundreds of mertes around it.
Enemy thread (Magiwire) measures up to several hundred Merte diameters Enemy junctions (circles) are similar to the feeling of continuing threading through a hole in a needle with your arms stretched out by your fingertips.
I mean, it takes a lot of concentration and persistence.
Fatigue and magic consumption are different from stretching MagiWire to a single opponent and allowing it to expand to a vast range while remaining "circular".
I concentrated on steering the magic horse, leaving my surrounding enemies to Lentomia. Not that I can't, but there are limits to keeping the maximum diameter.
Well, the Lentomian one for that favor slept along the way, but I guess he was relaxed in the meadow as far as he could see.
"We are walking together across the hills. We are approaching using the terrain successfully."
Lentomia's jade eyes while standing on an unstable roof add to the dangers.
I can't feel the usual leeway in the slicing eye.
"The number is more than thirty... is this the genus Mad Wolf (Bubbles Wolf)"
"Yeah. Definitely. Looks like there's a smart leader around here."
Half an elf's ear pinched, and he moved.
- Mad Wolf (Babless Wolf).
A powerful leader exists to lead the herd, a generic name for wolves and wild dog monsters that appear in the meadow area.
Behavior enlivens with the sunset, attacking the carriages and travellers of the merchants who deem them vulnerable in a mass manner.
Single-unit combat power is no different than that of a medium-sized dog, but the threat lies in a controlled raid as a herd. It's a nasty opponent who starts by attacking a horse, stopping the carriage from moving, and then organizing and attacking.
If pushed by numbers, even skilled superior escorts (adventurers) are forced to struggle, sometimes causing great damage.
"I'm just looking at this one yet. Can we get out of here?
"I'm doing it now"
I snort at Lentomia's calm voice.
We were supposed to catch up with a heavily armored logistics caravan team before sundown.
But the caravan team still has no shadow or shape. We were in a hit-and-run situation with a carriage through the meadow area.
But the truth is, the magic horse - the Sterling Slime Engine - is not in the mood.
The output is only about 70% to 60% of the original maximum output.
It sounds like he hadn't maintained it in the hall's garage in over six months. It should have taken us half a day to fix it up before we left.
That said, it's a later festival.
Everyone in the carriage still doesn't know about this.
I just scare the pranks out of what I've been informed, and there's no avant-garde or rear guard if you get attacked while traveling in a carriage. It will be a one-sided escape, an escape battle.
"Damn! Move, you pony horse."
I hold the reins in my sweaty palm and keep ordering speed increases with magic thread (MagiWire). But our horse, with wine barrels and iron feet, was just gushing and trembling, and he was starting to scream that he couldn't get any faster.
It was the monk Manuferno who sensed the anomaly from the state of the conversation between me and Lentomia.
"Sense. I feel it, too. Hungry...... the gaze of the beast"
"Ha, that sounds strange when Manu says it in a different way"
I tried to tear it up, but it's not funny.
"Greg, you're the leader, give me instructions."
Lentomia sat on the roof and whispered face-to-face at me.
Yeah, I'm the leader of this carriage right now.
If it was a previous journey, when I or Lentomia, who sensed the anomaly, told it, the true leader, the brave Ergonaut Rical, stood up...
"Huhahaha! Gentlemen! Prepare for battle! Faria is with me and avant-garde! Ronnie is a melee defense for Grecas and Lentomia, as well as Manuferno. Grecas! You keep giving enemy analysis and tactical instructions! Well, it's okay! If it's done, we'll figure it out, haha!
And, no matter how many enemies came, he gave me instructions to goof with high laughter.
I still think that I was the six heroes of Dickamaran because I had the actual tactics in charge, but I didn't know why Rical was so confident, and the heart of believing in his people that I wanted to suspect he was an asshole.
- Can I do the same thing as Rical?
No, you can't do the same thing.
The power of war is extraordinarily different. Besides, I don't have leadership.
I..., I was always just hiding behind someone...
"Greg! The herd has narrowed the formation, come!
Lentomia's tight voice echoed. The voice also reached Iola, Riola, and Plum's ears, who were watching what was going on in the carriage.
Everyone seemed to understand by instinct that something was approaching danger.
"Confidence. With you, Gugle. It's okay, Greg. Just do what you can."
An unexpectedly large eye stared at me, shining behind my glasses. The monk Manuferno rode himself out at some point and supported me next to him.
"Companions. We're companions. We can all fight."
"Right, right. All I can do... is trust everyone."
I stood up to the carriage carriage.
"Everybody listen up, this carriage is surrounded by a bunch of demons right now. But don't worry. If we keep up this speed, we'll get away with it... and we need everyone's help."
I lift my glasses with my fingertips and keep screaming.
"- All hands, Class I combat placement!
Nothing of the first kind or two, there is no such prior meeting. Just momentum.
It was a war in the world where I was, and I wanted to say it because it was a "cool line" that the ship's captain would always say.
But somehow it seemed to convey the meaning.
"Roger, Greg!
"Accepted. Prepare for battle."
"Ooh! Rio, get your sword over here" "Io, I'm not impotent. Don't fall off the carriage."
"Plum and Washi, come and follow behind Gugle!" "Yes -!
I panic in the carriage to Russia.
The important thing is not to stop the carriage, never to stop the legs of the horse.
If you stop, you will be exposed to raids from all directions. I don't know how much Lentomia and I are, but if they keep pushing me with the amount of stuff, it increases the danger.
Some hands stop and wait for another carriage or caravan team to pass by to cage, but they don't necessarily help us get attacked until we risk ourselves.
Horn to horn. Now - war analysis and tactical planning are my top priorities.
"Tactics!"
A translucent window emerges in front of me as soon as possible. Search Magic (Ghor) My Tiger Child Magic, which overlays the map search (Mappa) with information from the Enemy Junction (Circle) by MagiWire.
Furthermore, the tactical information display (tactics) also allows me to connect the magic thread (MagiWire) to the member and display health (HP), magic residual power (MP), and state (ST) from the information obtained directly, but it doesn't make much sense in this situation, so I won't expand it this time.
This allows us to know exactly what the situation is in any situation and to identify the number, distance, and characteristics of the enemy.
We have a luminous mass of blue dots in the center of the screen.
The red dot that surrounds it is the enemy.
The number of demons traveling at a certain distance exceeds thirty.
This is followed by an autonomous drive formula (apict) that ends up analyzing the type by matching it with the demon's unique waveform pattern, revealing its identity.
- Mad Wolf (Babless Wolf) x 32
"It's still these guys. The leader..., this or"
Far behind us, at the rear of the herd of demons, there was him. The identity of the big, red, shining light point is King (Lord) of the genus Mad Wolf (Babless Wolf), traveling at equal speeds to the rear of the 200 Merte.
A king of wolves with high intelligence and who directs the herd with sonic waves not audible to humans.
and tactical information display (tactics) signaled rapid approaching of red bright spots spanning about ten bodies.
The number representing the distance displayed on each marker is reduced by one hundred, eighty, sixty….
Approximately ten Mad Wolves (Bubbles Wolf) detected this carriage coming from left to right and started to rush, and the background display changed yellow and began to issue warnings.
"Lentomia, prepare for anti-ground magic attack, output is at its lowest. Get me a bullet count!
"Yes Yikes!
The half-elf wizard, who rose again on the roof, raised his voice to play the opposite, even though the situation was worse.
Yes. If it's a battle, there must be no losing element.
This one has half of the strongest "six heroes."
Just two seconds before Lentomia finished marking and chanting the spell, a number of luminous little lumps of flame floated over her head.
Almost at the same time, demons finally appeared from beyond the meadows, where the sun had fallen and dimmed.
"Wow, is that Mr. Wolf?
"Oh, oh? What the hell do you know about me as a demon priest?
It was a demon resembling a blue and black, long hairy wolf. Eyes gleam red as they burn, and sharp fangs can be seen in the mouth ripped to the ear. Long stretched tongues rush up suddenly as they drool and scatter dirty covetousness.
"It's a wolf demon! Sage! These guys are after horses!
"Plum, Hempero, don't show your face!
At the same time as Iola and Riola screamed, a number of Mad Wolf genus (Babless Wolf), from left to right, barked abruptly at the beginning of the carriage.
- Gah! Gah! Gah! Gaaaaaaaa!
The demon is threatening a "magical horse" that runs at the head of the carriage while it is sickening on four legs.
If you were a normal horse if you were intimidated at the same time from left to right, you would panic at this point and lose control at worst. But the unwilling magic horse, the Sterling Slime Engine, is frightening.
"Lentomia - shoot!
"Flame Bullet (Flame Prow)"
Lentomia shouted, releasing several fireballs aimed at a herd of left and right wolves. When it burst at the same time as the bullet landed, a bright red blast flame rolled up and tore the darkness apart.
Direct hit Mad Wolf spp. (Bubbles Wolf) Gang! and disappears screaming and rolling backwards. The wolf, unluckily nearby and caught in the explosion, blew up with him and was bounced across the meadow.
The light point of the four demons has already disappeared from the tactical information display (tactics).
For Lentomia, this is the fireball that was fired with the lowest level of power.
"Hmm? I knew if the carriage was fast, I wouldn't hit it."
"Well done, Lentomia, get rid of me appropriately when you get close. In the meantime I suppress the enemy boss!
I deployed yet another tactical information display (tactics) window.
Continued