The elegant daily routine of sage Grecas - here we go with a lovely 'Sage Hall' life!

- Fast! Horse...... no, faster than that!?

"Sage Grecas, if you stay like this, we'll pick you up in about five minutes!

"Okay."

In Metius' voice I quickly weaved the robe of the wise man I had on the bench.

The red dots of light coming almost in a straight line through the desert were steadily approaching the Hall of Wise Men. At least it doesn't have an atmosphere of "brave people welcome". It would be an assassin pointed at by Neo Islavia.

- You're not going to let me take control of your flight here and move on?

However, it is difficult to believe that the "regular army" directly under Neo Isravia has been placed forward to the border zone. Besides, there are too few of them to attack in daylight grandeur.

Probably a group of hired mercenaries, the Grey Wolf Brigade (Odessara Gypse).

"Guys, I'm sorry, but I've changed my plans. Apparently, this is where they're after us."

Zawa, and the Dicamaran members face each other.

"Suddenly in the border zone? That's a very grand surprise attack."

Ergonote's voice color is mild, but his expression is already serious. He has a sharp gaze at the sandy horizons that are sumptuous in dust.

Faria also perceives signs of changed circumstances and hurries to start inspecting the armor.

"It's probably a bunch of assassins. Be careful, Faria."

"I don't think it's a peaceful journey. Give us operational instructions, Greg."

"I was just bored. I'm gonna blow your brains out."

Faria confirms each other's armor when she smiles sparingly along with Ergonote. Tightening fittings and belts for fixing will be inspected in a breathtaking manner by the brave and female warriors.

"He's an unfamiliar enemy. I want to avoid letting you near this hall."

"Got it. Me and Faria, and Lu intercept them. What about the hall?

I answer the Ergonote question for a moment.

"The hall will stop the ship here once. I think there's a good chance there's a trap ahead of us. It would be dangerous to push ahead."

"Trap...? I see. Okay."

Ergonote understands my intentions, snorts.

Bear the treasure sword, the dawn of the Thunder God (Sundagaard) (Holresort) and finish preparing. The texture of the black ground with its golden edges, but luxurious armor, brightens the red copper hair.

"Lentomia, we'll work together here to magically support Ergo and the others."

"Precision Induction Striker"? Maybe Ergo and the others won't make it!

The skinny half elf, woven with a wizard's robe, flexed out into the garden, began to flex and stretch just in preparation exercise.

As usual, Lentomia herself seems to have mastered the enemy's position in the Enemy Junction (Circle). In a desert with little shelter, there should be no element of losing if we use our magic alliance, but it is forbidden to be cautious.

"Me and Lentomia will sharpen our enemies as much as we can. Ergonote or Faria ask for an interception of a misfired enemy"

"Oh, I'll take care of it, Greg!

"We won't let you near the hall."

"The Awkward keeps the back of Lord Faria and Lord Ergo!

While I laugh bitterly at Lu making the same second-row declaration, I deduce the enemy's intentions.

The appearance of the Sage's Hall should have been conveyed several times by an enemy reconnaissance team (...) lost to the Caravan Squad.

If it's a "two-legged hall," I can think of as many old smelly and effective methods of attack as I want, such as pitfalls and wire traps. Naturally, I don't take risks.

No matter how much the new (New) Land Turtle (Grand Turtle) is covered by a robust isolation junction, it doesn't necessarily have to be landslide (...) if you get wired around your legs or step off with a pit.

They probably think we're going to get closer and faster.

Then there should be a trap (...) up ahead. Because otherwise, there is no point in carrying out raids in such a promising desert.

"All right, guys, battle placement!

Ooh! and everyone starts screaming and moving in unison. The point is the atmosphere, although there are no arrangements in particular for combat placement (...).

"Catboy! Ola's coming, too!

"The awkward shall go with Lord Ergonote. Dog (...) The poppies are in the barrel because they're in the way!

Lu pushes Spiano into a joke mix, but the dog-eared girl is a disgruntled face. It's an emergency, so I'm breaking it between us.

"Spiano. The people who are approaching you now may be the ones who were your companions, right? Still...... can you fight?

I peered into my blue eyes. It was surprisingly clear in color.

"... Ora has already sworn allegiance to Master Ergo, sss...!

There was no sway or stray in that word. But you can't put Spiano at the forefront of the fight.

"If you really think of ergonotes, will you protect this place where you should go home?

Dog eared to my quiet persuasion, and eventually Spiano nodded small.

With a light spiano of his own, he could handle anyone trying to break into the grounds of a large building.

"Danger. Plum and Hempero go inside......!

Pram and Hemperoza, who were drawn to the manuferno and retreated into the building, stopped and looked back.

"Greg, Plum will protect this house too -!

"Come and do it, too! What do you think he's an apprentice for?

I sat back to keep my eyes peeled as I was surprised by the two unexpected words. Obsidian eyes and ruby-like brilliant eyes stare at me.

"Plum, Hempero, wouldn't you be scared if you two were together?

"Yes it is -!

"Come on! Leave it to me."

"Okay! Then in case you have enemies that will climb up here, Hempero will magically stop you, and Plum will slap you down with a 'hammer'"

"Ooh? That's a big tonkachi in the back of the garage, you know -"

I just saw the plum swing lightly the other day with a "for piling" hammer that even adults struggle to swing.

There is no such thing as a magic of illusion, but an enemy supported by a wizard may climb the dirt wall, which is the "bottom of the ship".

I'm here, too.

"Io, secure your armor properly!

I rushed because Iola would put it down as I hurried and wore skin armor. He has a used dagger (short sword) in his hand.

Was Riola cleaning or not, still in plain clothes, wrapping her arms around her and tightening her brother's armor strings?

"Ha, instead of forgetting, Iola is the Defense Captain of the Hall (...)! Do me a favor."

"Yes!... there's Master Ergonote, and I don't think it's our turn"

"I hope so..."

Slap the armor on the chest and let Iola and Riola take care of the building.

In addition to the Iolas, Spiano and Plum will be able to prevent enough enemy incursions if the "Sage's Hall Defense Corps" joins forces.

"Manu's in charge of healing, but he's my ops staff. Watch me behind you so I don't make mistakes."

"Copy that. You're next to Greg."

That's how Manuferno tied his hair down with a string.

In no time, the Sage's Hall - the New Grand Turtle - "stopped" in the form of a sit-in. You don't sink into the ground like a "parking" and you're dressed like you've crouched in such a way that you can run out at any time.

The difference between the height of the desert and the ground of the hall is about five mertes.

"- Reaction, over the dunes 1200 Merte away. Maximum telemetry with vision...... out!

As I stand on my shoulder, Metius whispers.

The tactical information display (tactics) overlapped and yet another "window" emerged. I took a breath in the image of the enemy shown there.

"- Dessert Scorpio Rider!"

Search Magic (Ghor) Image Search (Gazon) instantly brings up the identity of the enemy.

3 There was a warrior, like a ninja, who covered his whole body with a black cloth, putting up a curved sword in the 'Sasori of the Sand (...)' that Merte would be.

The giant "Sand Sasori" is not a creature, but a kind of demon soldier (golem) that moves with magic. It magically connects the sand to form a razor, but it specializes in operating in the desert, offering eight legs.

It's a desert tank, flirting with enemies with its overwhelming mobility.

A sorcerer manipulating the golem is riding in a position with the tail of a sasori, and a warrior in black is guillotining his sword through the ride in front of him when he hits his face.

I mean, a local battle ride golem with a duplex (...)?

"Greg, you've got pretty top wizards on each of them, they look awesome!

That's how Lentomia inspired the magic of the flames one after the other. When you create a bright red flame over your head, collect it and allow it to condense into a fist-large light sphere.

I had already fixed a ray (...) to a dessert Scorpio rider leading with an improved magic yarn (Magiwire).

Unvisible (stealth) treated (coat) ultra-fine (...) magic yarn (MagiWire) reaches unnoticed enemies and creates a magic guide.

"Shoot me, Lentomia!

"Hoi!

As soon as I put my thin arm up in heaven, one light sphere gutted! and was launched towards heaven so that it could be played.

While feeling the magic of passing on, it guides ultra-high balls of heat along the magic thread (Magiwire) tied to the sasori ride.

Just a couple of seconds in time...

A mass of Lentomia's high-heat magic struck directly from the head of Dessert Scorpio Ryder, who moves his eight legs like spiders to advance through the desert.

"Did you do it!?

"Wow! Can you make me hit you at this distance!

For the first time, Ergonote and Faria cheer on our collaborative magic.

It can be said from the common sense of this world that letting enemies 1,000 Merte away strike the magic with precision at a distance is the magic of long, long, digit range strikes.

but -.

Out of the dust of the explosion that was about to rise, a giant sasori represented him without slowing down.

"Sage Grecas! No damage to the enemy, he's alive! Detect the reaction of a strong junction!

"Damn, it's supposed to be a direct hit."

"Er!? I meant 70% of that now!?

Lentomia turns a surprise round her eyes and shakes my robe itchy.

- This guy... that's nasty.

At that time, the five dessert Scorpio riders, who were heading straight, scattered and began to draw irregular tracks to increase the speed of approach.

"Sage Grecas! The enemy has split in five directions. Distance 800!

Metius screams.

Shown in the tactical information display (tactics) was a witch manipulating a large razor straight through its center (...).

He only wore a bold bikini armor and cape, covering his face because it was not black, but had an uncomfortable grin on his only visible mouth.

"Is this the leader?"

Long dark hair caught in the wind as the black witch, supposedly leading the five dessert Scorpio riders, dislodged her hood in disgust.

It was a beautiful looking witch wizard, too - a raw (high) dark elf with brown skin.

That mouth moves to Russia.

I can't hear you on tactical information display (tactics), but my lips did say this.

"- Come on! Let's have a war... let's get started!

And an incredible word leaks out of Lentomia's mouth when he sees that figure.

"... sir? Schwalt...... Dr. Alberina!?

"Hey, what!?

Continued