The Peerless Kobold (WN)

In conjunction with a blow by an arrow, the most instantaneous dagger among us pops out in a low position holding a spike dagger, the so-called Stiletto cross pattern.

"Wow!! (Yikes!!)"

"Gah!?

And from behind Goblin, who was defenseless by holding down his cat ear daughter's left arm, he stabbed Stiletto's pointy blade tip into his heart to despair.

Meanwhile, a spear with the weight and acceleration of a popping lancer pierces the back of the goblin holding her left leg and stabs it in the belly of the goblin holding her right leg.

"Geez... ugh...!

"Gah!?

"Ku, wahoo."

"Gaaaaah."

Adding a twist to the spear, he chooses Goblin's belly and spreads his wound.

Goblin, penetrated through his front back, grabbed a spear protruding from his belly with both hands and scratched his feet, while Goblin, torn through his back belly, poked his butt on the spot and shouted as he held down his chosen belly.

Both are fatally wounded, so they will die soon. The last one to see the sight runs out of the spot with his back turned and tries to escape...

"Kwaaaa! (I won't let you get away with it!)"

Dagger threw a dagger on his left hand toward his distant back, and the approaching blade stabbed Tossssssssly on Goblin's back as he rotated vertically.

"Gee yee!? Uggh!!"

But he turns the scream on his way to roar and suffers the pain, trying to run away with a dagger stabbed in his back.

"Garwofa, wohoo."

Already in a second shot position, I aim and release an arrow to sew the gap between the neglected trees.

"Huh... gah... ahh, gehu..."

The dagger was followed by a moment of goblin movement also pierced by arrows, this time falling and lying down spitting blood instead of growling.

(I was a pure white soldier when I was a mercenary, but I'm becoming a fine archer now, too)

As good as that...... although I handled the people in the visible range, I still feel the atmosphere deliberate on the whole forest.

"Gru, gawan."

Wo 'Ong, Guru.

Buster and Lancer hit perimeter alert a little distance from the spot and her sister slowly approaches the body of the little boy who tried to escape to retrieve the dagger she threw...

Meanwhile, I turned my gaze to the daughter of the Wearcats.

Since I have also acted with people of the Sandcat tribe in Athos, a desert country, during my mercenary years, the Cat (Nekobi and) class is not a first glance. Unlike us in Cobolt, they have the impression that the body is a human being with cat ears and tails, and live adapted to various lands.

(It's certainly not strange to live in the woods...)

A little surprised, the cat's daughter woke up her torso after paying off the crushing goblin carcass.

Her hand reached into the large knife held in by the body of the little ghost who was shot through the head in the ensuing motion, causing her to stop moving by sticking one hand forward and shaking her head left or right.

After making sure his hand stopped trying to hand over the score, he slowly walks forward and kicks the body of the unspeakable goblin rolling at his feet, securing a place to sit, then slowly lowers his back next to his cat-eared daughter.

Because I needed to check a few things out, I took the stone brush I made with hemp strings wrapped around the longitudinal stone out of the leather bag at the waist and carved the letters as I guided her gaze to the ground.

“Why was Goblin attacking you?"

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It was the unexpected good fortune that I met the odd dogs in a desperate predicament.

One arrow pierces the head of a little ghost with a humble grin at the moment my heart is about to break in despair when the barbaric goblins hold my limbs in and tuck a dirty purple cloth in my mouth, and I'm just not even allowed to hurt myself.

A silver-haired cobolt that holds a bow a little further away and quickly stares at two arrows when you let your gaze drift as you nauseate at the terribly bitter flavor of a covered bobble cloth? I could see.

We all know that Cobolt lives in the Midwest Forest of Easteria, as our companions sometimes go to the village of Viel, on the north side of our inhabited village.

............ the cobolt I heard from my father was a small dog man, but the silver-haired cobolt seemed to be about 180cm tall and wasting muscular body, which means he had a macho physique.

While everyone was attracted to the sudden appearance of a cobolt, two cobolts that were still one turn bigger than normal on his left and right pop up and stab through all the goblins that were holding my limbs with each weapon.

The only remaining goblin I had was holding back. Release my right arm and escape, but I was already caught in the range of the silver cobolt and ended up scratching my feet in vain...

Thus freed from captivity, I take off the monkey monkey and take out a piece of dirty cloth stuffed in my mouth.

"Uh-huh."

If you continue to pay off the disgusting goblins that are desperate on my stomach with pressure on them, and you wake up your torso and reach for your favorite large knife that has been taken away, you will be stopped from the act by a silver-haired cobolt.

(I hear Kobolt also has some intelligence...)

If you look only at the results, there is the fact that I was helped by the crisis of chastity, so I pull my arms in and observe a dog man with a dull silver fur.

Then he slowly approached me and sat down next to me, and his people began to be vigilant around us.

(Some of them seem to be over 190 cm tall... is that a cobolt too?)

A musculoskeletal cobolt of an arm-black giant body? A silver-haired cobolt sitting next to him engraves something on the ground when he is distracted only for a moment by it.

"Yes!?

That is surprisingly the common letter of the neighbouring countries that we can also use. The impression of Kobolt that I have heard from everyone in the village so far breaks down to make a ragged noise...

("Some intelligence." It's not a fuss, Dad!)

This is how I was helped by strange dogs.

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