The hero magician wants to relax. He was too active and targeted for his life, so we'll start over.

Wave six, no. Wave seven? The proximity adventurers at the barricade position had a defensive battle against a goblin and oak group that pushed unabated.

Mixed pattern. Overwhelming against goblins with individual abilities. But the low-ranking adventurers began to see fatigue in the streak that pinched the oak and couldn't push it back.

The skilled adventurers were kicking their enemies, but they were increasingly moving away from the position and were about to be isolated by their enemies as they circled into the position where they assembled their round-tails.

Meanwhile, the fourth and fifth wave sweeps have reduced the attack power of projecting units on the outer walls as well. Especially the retreat caused by the wizards' loss of magic was noticeable. Horned hogs, trying to unleash more powerful magic by keeping armored lizards close to the position, have caused those who disrupt the pace and fall from fatigue to continue.

I use magic potions and other magic restorative drugs to restore my magic, but I can't really force myself to use the medicine continuously because it wears my body out instead.

The bowmen are also getting tired because they were releasing arrows continuously. The adventurer is not an army, so his individual abilities are falling apart. Vista and others still use magic bows with cool faces......

"How much more enemies are left..."

Fatigued adventurers squirm. I haven't done half of it yet, and I guess I'm getting less and less motivated when I say it.

Still pressing and clamping. Or should I look at it as being cornered to the point where it's already been pressed?

Mr. Vaud's expression is also hard. Perhaps he doesn't feel the war situation is fragrant either. Once he put his hand on the sword pattern, Mr. Lassia stopped. You are the commander. It's too early to jump out, he said.

If Mr. Vaud, an S-rank adventurer, were to be on the front line, he would be able to at least inspire the avant-garde adventurers and draw some of their power now.

but it's still early.

The number of enemies is still high, and about its formation, it sends out warcraft with unpleasant combinations that drain this side.

If there were a commander here with more authority than Mr. Vaud, no one would complain if he jumped into the front line... Naturally, jumping into a riot will make it harder to grasp the battlefield and take command.

I don't know what else to do, let me in for a second.

I activate the air boots and stand on the edge of the outer wall. Mr. Bell is on my shoulder.

"Out?

"Well, I guess I'll follow you."

"Jin Tokitomo"

Mr. Vaud noticed my move.

"What are you going to do?

"A little to support the front line. Two, three, I'm going to retrieve the dangerous ones."

That's what I said, I kicked the edge and jumped off the outer wall.

Adds hardening and electric shock to oak staff. Land on the ground, straight into the place where the adventurers are fighting. Goblin falls under the blow of an electrically shocked cane. A tsura sub who is bigger than that goblin and also looks slightly like a pig - an oak warrior shakes his axe and comes at me. Collect a layer of magic on your left hand and press (push)!

Nearly two metres of giants danced through the universe and shells greeted another oak. If a guy wearing armor hits you, you'll die.

I march among the other adventurers, slamming my nearest enemy, knocking him down.... Yes, a facial finding.

It's you, Lung, a Hoddelbabosa warrior. He's like a kid compared to an oak - oh, he's blown away!

"Damn it!

The short sword has been broken. The oak laughs niggardly and wields a great sword.

It's empty! I'll punch Lightning in the torso of the oak. Every piece of armor was shot down and the oak fell to the ground half a spin.

There goes Timit the Seaf, Davan the Armor Warrior, rushing to prevent the goblins coming to Lung.

"Lung!"

"Whoa!... I can't help it if my sword breaks. More magic than that."

"Are you in trouble?

When I ran over with my air boots, Lung was surprised with his buttocks on.

"Mr. Jin!? What is your magic now, Mr. Jin?

Long time no see! and lung up paying off the soil in his ass. Timit fighting goblins or "Lung!" He roughed up his voice. I suppose I can help.

"I know, but! There's no weapon!

I have a weapon.

If I say so, Lung says, "Heh?" I rounded my eyes. While I stick my hand in my leather bag (storage), I get a quick mouth.

"Which is better: a cobalt sword, or a magic metal sword?

"Cobalt? Uh, magic sword?

"Which one!?

"With a magic sword."

To Lung, who answered, I put out a one-handed sword of water attributes recovered from storage in the underground temple of water.

"I'll lend it to you. Use it."

"Duh, thanks...... yeah!? Magic sword, wow!

"Lung!"

"Ugh, Timit, I'm coming!

"Let's do the shield now."

I will leave behind the shield of water attributes recovered in the temple as well.

"Well, I'll hurry."

Leave the spot with the acceleration of the air boot. In the back Lung said, "Davan! Mr. Jin gave me a shield!" I heard him scream. You're not gonna use it! Well, okay.

Run the battlefield. Running to a guy who's isolating himself on a trail, he gives instructions to go back to the side of the position, lends a cobalt weapon to the guy who lost his weapon, and gives him a hand wound.

"Grab it!"

"Heh!?

After exerting the magic of weight loss, I grab it and jump up. The jump function of the air boot makes two, three jumps in the direction of the position. Send the wounded, who are turning their eyes, to the ambulance by the south gate.

"Mr. Jin!?

"Hey...... Latille, long time no see"

Cleric of the Hoddelbabosa regiment, Latille, was curing the wounded adventurer. Yeah, I'm a little pale. It's probably because I've done healing magic many times. The number of adventurers being transported to the ambulance also exceeds double digits. Mild people return soon with healing magic and first aid, but few wounds don't.

"In the meantime, drink away"

Get the magic potion out of the bag and place it beside the Latille.

Adventurers groaning nearby. He bled out of his chest and seemed upset, too, who was on the lookout. What about the healing wizard?... Everyone seems busy.

"Was it the chest that got hit?

When I rush over, the young adventurer I was dealing with snorts. The rank is E. Feeling unreliable to what I saw, I was probably put on backwards support. On the other hand, it's D-rank adventurers who are falling. He's a veteran-looking old man.

I put my hand on the wounded man's chest and cast "heel" magic. The wound blocks and the injured organ regenerates. My rough breath calms me down and I take off the crisis for a moment.

"All right, enough with this guy's treatment. In the meantime, when you wake up, let him drink in the potion and let him sleep."

The wound has healed, but for what it's losing blood, you won't be able to fight it right away. I stand up wiping my bloodstained hands with a robe. Again, when I tried to get back to the front line, Latille spoke to me.

"Are you going back? Um, Lung or... did you see any of the guys in the regiment?

"Oh, the three men are still fighting unharmed."

Can Lung say that the sword broke? I'm worried about you.

I'm going through the ambulance and back to the south gate position. Mixed wars continue.