The Peerless Kobold (WN)

"... Gawo, Wolvarquangua

(... awesome, it's against the rule that magic can also be used with that one) "

Silva stares at Elder Kobolt with his fist up as he pales his silver hair in the light of a moon that zeroes from between the trees. Sure, that look is ambitious and heroic...

"Khu, wolwah oluau? (But maybe you can't be a wise man?)"

For the Kobolts of the ancient woods, the Elder species is a hero of wisdom and magic, and they can't beat the Kobolt warriors in beatings.

Nevertheless, Archer let them control the two fierce men in a battle as sophisticated as a warrior. She cannot forbid surprise at that fact, but she will also not be able to rub it in the role of a crusade if he sums everyone up, who has shown overwhelming power.

"Uh-oh, Valva, Gaovan...... Alva, Grukkulu?

(Ugh, Hasta, we lost... Silva, we're the guards, right?) "

Quickly, a small Shilo stares at Silva in the upper hand and cares about their placement.

"Woon Gru 'ah, Gaul

It's not me who decides, it's him.

"Wah, woalua ~

(Well, that's right ~) "

In cheer, Shilo turned his gaze to the silver-haired cobolt that lowered his raised fist to prepare his breath.

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"Huuuuuuuuu..."

Slowly exhaling, I quell the magic of earthly attributes running through my body. The muscles raised by the rigid body slowly transition to normal conditions, not as much as they did the first time they were used, although post hoc muscle pain comes.

But don't let this rigid body have too much of the basic physical ability required for a magician to handle it. That's one of the reasons' rigid crushing 'didn't sell...

"Wolwaaa... (Forget that...)"

The hustle and bustle gradually calm down and complete the declaration as the sights of the brethren who were watching the game gather.

"Garwoah groooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo! Gao Alwong!!

(In this battle, I will take command! You have no objection!!) "

"" "Wow, wow, wow!

In a renewed cheer, Shiloh raised one hand at a time when it was acknowledged that he would bring together this union of fellow countrymen.

"Aww, kurua vulva kurua an?

(Um, can I treat Hasta?) "

"Wahoo."

When I vacated the place a little, I poffed my hand on Hasta's belly, where Shiro was bending over and stretching out on his back, converging the magic of holy attributes in his palms.

"Gah, Qurao ~ n (eh, healing holy light ~)"

Warm light is drawn into the body to heal the wounds, but the signs of awakening are faint.

"Uh-oh, Garuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!!

(also ~, I can't help but wake up!!) "

"Uh-uh, uh-uh... (uh-uh, uh-uh...)"

Furthermore, a groan leaks from a hasta overlaid with the magic of awakening (awake) and the lid opens.

"Ku, guaoa... (Ku, you lost...)"

"Wow, Wolfgarfour."

Placing his palm on a briefly worded hasta as he holds a blau on the edge of his sight that is healed from the Shiloh dogs tribe, he grabs an outstretched hand and causes his body.

"... alwo, luuuuuuu, gruuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu

(... Shiro, I'm sorry, while everyone takes care of me) "

"Waluoaao ~ n, Gruoquaaluau

You don't have to worry about it, we're helping. "

Hasta sounds like she's got a tough personality to look at from how seriously depressed she is...

"Wu, woaa kurwo wafoan......

(Well, you've arrived at a beautiful...) "

This one has a good vibe, as Silva said when she walked by earlier, but Blau's were all pissed off by his people.

"Waffi, Voluang, Guru!

Why are you being killed instantly, chief?

"Gruo gal oaaaan...... Gru aa

(I sold myself a fight... it's not cool) "

"Grrrrrrrr, grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!!

(Grunts, if you guys have a problem with Nong, call me!!) "

The unilaterally blamed thin tea giant cobolt is clean, and it's about to start a brawl...

"Gaw, voir falgau!

(Man is a fool already!) "

(What's wrong with my ear...)

The result of trying to climb the world tree without suppressing my exploration will lead me to the present situation... I'm sure from my sister and Lancer, I would be the same.

Together, Silva turned to arbitration with a slightly dazed look, and tonight's noise came to an end with the cobolts in her triangular ears.

Near noon the next day, those in charge of the night police wait to wake up for a crusade brief. Hundreds or so of my people surrounded me and Silva standing in an open spot in the middle of the camp, just like last night.

"Galuguuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu

(The enemy is a little more numerous than we are, but we have nothing to fear, and mobility is here!) "

Generally speaking, the strength of cobolts and goblins is almost mutually reinforcing, but with dexterity, the speed of what is inferior is better for us.

It should be noted that, unlike the battle in the plains, where a group of people collide in the forest, mobility speaks of things in order to become a battle dispersed among small groups.

In addition, those with distant means of attack such as bows and magic, especially hand-finished archers capable of long-range sniping (sniping), can be effective fighters in the woods, so the very few archers in Silva's herd will be allowed to form as guerrilla squads.

(… it's useful to know that I was planted as a mercenary.)

Meditate for a moment and give thanks to the Vice Minister of Robustness (Evans)...