The Peerless Kobold (WN)

The Kobolts were saddened that there were many people out there who were distinctive.

"Gawow, Vulva Gruuuarwong

So don't listen to me. "

"Vao, kurwaugarwolwaaaan!

(I don't like it, if you ask me, I'll convince you!) "

With a triangular ear, Brau, the giant dog man, blocks his ears with both hands as he says that. Gosh, I'm talking to convince you... that his dogs (kenzaku) who refrain from forest alienation will snort.

"Wu ~, gua wo gar wo orcu orua ~ n

(Mm-hmm, because Blau is always rounded up by Lord Garvi.) "

"... alwo, qualwoggula gualwong?

(… Shilo, what do you care not to disparage our chief?) "

As always, speaking in a prolonged tone is a fuzzy white hairy shiro, next to which sits a stern black and white blend hairy dog-man hasta. It should be noted that the flock of hastas was in trouble for Shiloh and so both dogs (kenzaku) gathered behind them to listen.

In fact, their forces are the most numerous in number. From what I've seen, there are thirty Kobolt warriors led by Silva with the same silver hair as me, and thirty Blau, and about forty warriors that Hasta and Shiro can follow.

The Kobolt warriors gathered here for the G-Crusade... lacked the entanglement.

(... these guys, aren't they just a bunch of u.s.)

I sigh inside.

After we got back from scouting the villages of the Goblins, we were close while we were having dinner together... and it got easier when I came up with a proposal about a specific raid.

Still watching Blau, Silva and Silo take the lead in the hustle and bustle, I scowl over the rest of the dried meat I just got.

(Smoked, good... let Smith study it when we get back to the settlement and make it ready for winter for everyone)

Salted meat merely smoked with some piece of wood, but well preserved. The taste of the Cobolt specification makes it difficult to eat without thoroughly salting… Unlike dogs, they also have some resistance to salt, so they can also prepare some food, like the Cobolts in the ancient forest.

In addition to smoking dried meat, they apparently prepared 3-4 days worth of food, such as nuts, in each herd to gather together, so that there is no need to procure food on the territory of the goblins.

Well, if the 100 or so Cobolts go out to procure food locally, there is a good chance that they will fulfill their encounter with G before prey, and the smell of blood on them may expose this camp. Anyway, if we get close to their village, they'll find us in scouts, but we've never been over to slow it down as much as we can.

(I can take control of the area...)

Again, switch consciousness and focus on Blau and Silva's story.

"Gu, galoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo waffy!!

(Basically, why isn't Garvi here with the fight?!) "

"Garvagavo, falwolwau? Volvo, oomph!

(Master Garvey got past his 60th spring, right? Don't be impotent!) "

Hmm? Do Elder species cobolts have that much life...

"Kuh, Gaa, Quoaluon! Lwowwwwwwwwwwwwww!!

(Shit, that's enough, the story doesn't reveal! Let's talk with our fists, as usual!!) "

"" "WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!

Blau protrudes with his strength caged in his thick arms, and the standing ear cobolts behind him bark to show their approval. Some of the black-and-white cobolts caught because of it were also barking, but hustled by hasta.

"Va, gruuuuuuuuuuuuuu!

(No, I'm not unilaterally disadvantaged!) "

Unlike me, Sylva is classified as a magician because she is a true (...) (...) When (...) Hi Kobolt. I mean, he's got a smooth, tight body, but he won't be able to hit each other with Blau.

It is an implicit understanding that the struggle between Kobolts is carried out with fists in order not to cause fatal injuries. In that sense, a magician's cobolt cannot be a chief, with some exceptions, even if it is treasured in a flock.

"Gawu, qualloooon, vawugua?

(CHUCKLES, SOFTLY, HOW'S THE HASTA?) "

"Gao, Alo?

What do we do, Shilo? "

A cobolt of black and white blend hairs glimpses the herd's gatherer that his buddies are taking care of.

"Grukwal - Ng, Va, Va. Grukwaoo -

"I'm weak, too."

"" "Wowwwwwwwwww!!

The dogs who follow them gain momentum, but now Hasta also checks in with Silva without paying attention.

"Gruuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu...

(Are you guys good? You'll be out of line if you complain later......) "

"Whoa, whoa! Woah, Grrrrrrrrrrrrrr!

(Hey, already! Then our representative is him!) "

"Waf?"

Soon Silva will point to me.

"Wowowolfalwowwwwwwww, Galuayan?

(That forged body isn't a decoration, is it?) "

"Grung...... wowwwwwwww?

(I don't mind... if I win, I'll let you like it?) "

For once, I'll stab the nail.

"Garvagawo gruvalwo...... gruuan?

(If it's the same Elder breed as Master Garvi... can we all?) "

"" "Wah." "

Standing up to the other two with the backing of the Silva's, they remove the leather armor that inhibits their movement, just like them. In the meantime, the circles of the cobolts that surrounded us widened to create some open space in the forest.

Even so, the trees grow neglectfully...

"Kuoan, Luawal

(I hope so, young sage (Archer)) "

"Vau, Walua Cuoa Van Garuo ~ n

(Hasta, if you get hurt, I'll fix you up. Good luck.) "

Two cobolts, silver and white, also join the outer ring away from here, saying something easygoing, etc.

"Woah, gaal woah woah on

(Then the last one standing won) "

"... Wang

(…… aware) "

Hasta nods at Blau's declaration. If the three of us play a winning battle, it would seem to crush each other at the same time because one exempted from the first fight would be in his favor...

(Uh, yeah, usually crush the stranger first...)

The sharp gaze of two cobolts, a thin tea giant body and a black and white blend of hair, turns this way. In response to the arrangement, I exhale slowly, boosting the magic of the local attributes all over my body as I nod to show my consent.

"Hww...... wow!!

[Activation: Gold Rigidbody (EarthAttribute Type)]

Instantly wrap around steel-like muscles and expose the musculoskeletal body.

I got a light Silva guess, but one end of the reason for this is because I don't like fighting purely.

(Ha, you're a third-rate mercenary who wants to fight!)

Whether the wild instincts of things that reason makes it so painful, I had a self that preferred to fight somewhere after becoming this body.