The Peerless Kobold (WN)

"Vo, Garwow...... (Also here or...)"

For some reason, in the tree of life, the continuity of memory is maintained. Stepping out of this space, it's all just a bubble dream... now we have to go up the double spiral of silver more than we've come here.

(Unlike the Admiral, I don't know how difficult it is for me anyway, and I don't care...)

I will only symbolize my path, and I will say no to everything that stands in my way!

Slash me, slash me, slash me all over, and at the end of the day, they'll kill me too.

(Ha, that's easy to understand, right?)

With some noise in mind, Buster steps up the glowing stairs, one step at a time. In the downpouring blessings, occasionally, the powdered snow of silver falling from the upper layers looks like the remnants of the souls of those who died halfway down the road.

It builds new life in the lower layers. No.

Everything is foam, this place is made of the same thing as a dream.

If you wake up, you can play it and disappear...

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"Wafi? Voalvo on!! (What? It's getting stronger!!)"

Common Name: Buster (Male)

Race: Cobolt

Class: Kobolt Vanguard

Skill: Strengthen your arms (large/effective for a moment) Avoid intuition

Rigid blade

Title: Dogs cutting ahead

Weapon: Great Sword

Armed: Leather Armor

The significantly developed musculoskeletal arms remain intact, the overall tighter body gives a sense of agility, and the long tail leads to a new stage while still alive.

"Gulluon, Gulluaao (how are you, Buster)"

Wow, that's not bad.

The avant-garde specialty Cobolt gently wields the sword over his head, flying blood and then a sword on the sheath he carried... but also his own blood from the shoulder and belly wounds caused by the light blade.

"Wah, Garouahuuuuuuuuuuuuu."

Stabbing Goblin Spear to the ground, a lancer emptied of both hands pushes a meatball against Buster's shoulder and belly to exercise the magic ”healing light” of the Holy Attribute.

"Luau... (sorry...)"

Watching as the warm light promotes metabolism and gradually blocks the wound and recovers to the point of scarring, Dagger has appealed to Moffmoff's tail for this look...

"Kwong, Kwong, Kwong."

"... waf, quallua (... oh, that's mohmov)"

I reach out and grab my rocking tail, even though I wonder how I should react.

"Cane!? (hiccup!?)"

As I played for a while holding the tail of my sister, who raised a strange voice, I caught Wallace and Liz's parents and children approaching me in sight, so I turned my body toward the face to face shape.

"Silver Cobolt, let me thank you."

"Thank you, Archer"

As I lift one hand gently and correspondingly, lower my hips on the ground and carve a letter on the ground with my usual stone brush, the two people who see it also bend down to the ground and follow the letter with their gaze.

Wallace, what about the chase?

"Mm-hmm, because the chase and nothing fled to pieces to scatter the spider child..."

“It would be the same place to go home anyway. You can look there and crush it.”

"But we also have fatigue yesterday today. And what they brought out of the village on their own, they have to take it home..."

Indeed, Liz was right, the cat warriors gathering around saw fatigue. Many of them were wounded even though they were victorious as a result, and one sacrifice has been made by the magician Goblin's attack magic.

Exactly, you can't even leave it with the little ghosts, about four people gathered in their carcasses, ready to take them back to the village of Luqua.

(... This is closer to the village of Luqua, I guess we should go back once rather than force the pursuit)

“Okay, let's go back to the village. But if we don't break the roots of the goblins, it's gonna be a repeat of the same thing?"

"I know that, too. Because on that scale, you could be capturing adventurer women or something... if you're caught off guard, you'll get more."

"Well, we have to crush it without one left on this desk!

Liz, who created the grip, gets in the mood.

I guess the G guys have it in their roots that they pushed me down...

"Well, there's everybody's condition now. Let's go back to the village once."

Cut off Wallace's words and retrieve the looted goods from the village and the appliances of the little ghosts to get home. At that time, Lancer was fishing for the holy spear cobolt, the arming of the defeated goblins... apparently there was only goblin spear, and there was a soggy act.

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So there are those who appear in the rolling places of the carcasses of the unspeakable goblins after the departure of the cat warriors for a while. One of them, a long skinny goblin, poked his knee to the ground and softly lifted the carcass of his fellow magician's robe wrapped around him.

"... guan, geargias (... rock, I'll take revenge one day)"

"Geedgah... (Dear Sword...)"

They meditate for their companions for a while.

The noise of scratching the sand with “Zari” sounded small in the silence.

"Gah?"

At the end of the gaze of the open-eyed goblins, there is the figure of Brave lying on the ground.

[Activated:?????? Resurrection of the Brave]

[Effect: Low chance of resuscitation, but each time the probability decreases to 0 eventually]

* However, the area severed from the body is not healed and does not resuscitate if the neck is flying

"Gaaaaaaaaaao - Aaah!!

With the roar, Goblin Brave gets up!

"Gaaah!? (What? No!?)"

"Giggy!? (Lady Brave!?)"

"Gi, giggie, gille edsu, giggie!!

(ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!) "

The sooner the reacting sword rushed over and supported itself, which was about to fall again.

"Gillette, Garguia! (Forgive me, those dogs!)"

"Guh!! (Ahhh!!)"

"Gareth, Gareth Ghee! GUALDESS!!

(Power, power! Than now!!) "

Borrowing Sword's shoulder and burning his hatred, the brave men of the Little Ghost walk out to the east of the woods. As things stand, all he has to do is gather his remaining companions and hide himself. Brave knows as a rule of thumb that caves and settlements are bound to be attacked and crushed after a major defeat.

A glimpse of the unspeakable companions rolling at their feet, vowing vengeance, but they were to abandon their strongholds and stay away from the land...