The Peerless Kobold (WN)

"... Isn't it time?

"Gang...... 'Right......'"

In response to Stia's inquiry about lurking next door, make sure that most of the Goldenby, who was flying around the fallen nest, flew away somewhere.

Now that the bees are gone, the ants who crawl through the earth must be recovered promptly, as they are killed by the bee child and honey.

"Wah, guah." All right, dagger. "

"Wang ~, Kluaaan, Khuuu

(Oops, I'm coming, brother) "

"Kurwalwaaaan, wolqoooooooo.

Be careful not to get stabbed.

As we all watched, my younger sister, who lowered herself from the bush where she was hiding, approached the golden hive where she had fallen costly, and returned with both hands holding it.

"Vaa ~ ♪ (Honey ~ ♪)"

"Vaa... Juru (Honey... Juru)"

Axe drools when he sees the golden hive in his hand as his sister, happily rocking Moffmoff's fox tail, sticks with honey.

It seems like every beeswax and bee child is going to be wearing the same atmosphere... I'm going to use the first golden hive for that because this time it has the purpose of making white magnetic honey liquor and yam.

(... I secured the hive, but you made quite a bit of smoke out of it)

I know it's ok, but if you're a humanoid type species, you might be attracted to unnatural smoke, so it's better to move the place and purify the honey.

We are in every forest, such as the Little Ghost tribe, and even the Kobolt tribe of the same family can rub the herd differently, so we start moving on the spot...

"Kurrua, gaaaooggrrrrrrrrrrrrrr? Vuhh......

"Stia, are you around here? G is...... '"

Being in the wind did my job and I caught the smell of the guys being carried with the wind with an olfactory sense ahead of my chemo ear, but this... is all mixed up.

"I hear a little ghost tribe recently flowed from your little north woods and stayed in the ancient woods...... what's wrong? abruptly......"

At that moment, her Sakuho ear moves in a vicious motion to pick up the sound of leaf rubbing, and her expression becomes alarming, reaching for the dagger on her loaned waist. Seeing that the moment of picking up the sound was almost simultaneous, there does not seem to be much difference in the performance of the Elves' and Kobolts' hearing.

I put my index finger on my mouth and told her to be quiet, pulling her arm and hiding herself between the nearby trees. Likewise, the other fellows shun their direction of travel and wander among the trees.

Gently unload a large plate of barbecued honey receptacles, tied with hemp strings and carried by a buster who lurked but had a hunch of battle. The drooling ear cobolts, the herd's producer, pinched the clay on the Stile River and baked it in a ren furnace direct from cat ear blacksmith Barack.

It should be noted that the back is engraved with an iconic mark of Smith's meatballs, which I find to be his work.

When the drooling ears led by Smith were challenging the baked goods, I taught them, "The celebrities sneak their own testimonials into the production." Since then, they have carved their own meatballs into discreet areas such as the bottom of the pottery.

My sister puts the hive she held dear on that large plate and licks her honeyed hands happily.

(Not if you're doing this!)

The re-minded dagger resides his magic on both legs to greatly enhance his bouncing power, then cleverly kicks up between the trees and disappears onto the tree...

And to wait. For a while, about two goblins appeared from among the trees on the back of a boar-shaped demon, followed by four goblins on the back of a earthy Great Lizard demon.

For once, the back of the riding demon was fitted with a saddle-like thing, with a hammer bite in his mouth and a reins attached.

At one point, a goblin with a partial missing right ear, thought to be a leader, crosses the back of a giant lizard, with an assault spear for horses in his hand.

Perhaps a subspecies of goblins, like Goblin Paige or Goblin Cavalier. That they will capture the young Warcraft child, raise him up and make him their own ride...

(I hope the Goblin Hound Cavalry rides 6 or passes...)

I don't think so... boar demons have a pretty good nose.

So much so that we are comparable to Kobolt.

A short distance from where he's hiding, a boar-shaped demon with a goblin on top loosens his legs and begins to crack his nose.

(…… the fact that the cavalry came alone could mean that there is a squad of fellow soldiers in the rear, or at least I'd like to crush the boar type demon if it gets into contention)

I send handsigns to Buster and Axe lurking around.

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The neck of the Kurli and boar shaped demon is pointed at this one while interacting with others, and the goblin he continues to ride shouts as he pulls out his long sword.

"Gu, gu, gu, variga!

(There he is, there he is, Dear Valli!) "

"Gargis, Gadia!!

(Dog hunting!!) "

Put up your weapons according to the muscular Goblin ordinance on the Great Lizard, control the vanguards of those who rush out simultaneously, and I will unleash the magic of the earthly attributes that have converged with my right palm poking at the earth!

"Gah, wow, guh, guh, guh!

"Chip, eat up, greedy fangs!!

"" BOOOOOO!?

"Guggie!! (WOW!!)"

Inhuman magic of earthly attributes “tethered fangs” cause countless earthly fangs to protrude from the feet of boar-shaped demons one after the other, slicing through their limbs and torso and stitching them to the ground!