The Peerless Kobold (WN)

"Wow, wow, wow."

This is also the third time we have visited a space named "Tree of Life”, which encloses the ultimate spiral staircase in silver. Knowledge gained on this occasion cannot be brought out into reality, but the continuity of memory is maintained for another visit, and I also remembered previous visits.

"Huh, wogaaa... (Huh, nevertheless...)"

When I glanced at my right shoulder where I felt pain from earlier, I could see the damaged leather armor and wound and accidentally gaze at my face. Not so much fatal injuries, but such as injuries to such an extent that it is difficult to carry on a battle unless you get healed...

(No, can't you guess?)

This is a space where the mind precedes the entity, and my own perception just represents the wound condition. I could understand that fact from the knowledge that had inadvertently flowed in. Therefore, it may actually be worse, or it may be a minor injury.

Besides, for some reason, there is no blood flowing from the wound, and although I think for a moment it seems as if the hemostasis was done, the question is also immediately iced away with the knowledge that has emerged from within me.

(The impact of reality over time becomes minimal, and my condition is fixed here... Wait?)

What the hell is this space called the Tree of Life in the first place... I meditate for a while and chew through the massive amount of information that has fallen into an avalanche to meet that suspicion.

(Memories of life engraved in the soul, archetypes rooted beyond the race buried in the lowest layers of deep consciousness, where the soul gathers to reach from there... it doesn't make sense inside)

Well, if you wake up in real life, you can't help but think about what you'll forget immediately.

Listening to the hallucinations of praise and blessing as usual, we reached a circular floor like an observatory as we ascended the radiant final spiral staircase.

"W, gualgarquao ooon

(So, all of a sudden the road is divided) "

In addition to the staircase that rises above, there is also a crossing corridor that leads to another spiral staircase that floats in the hollow. Stop walking looking at them and wait for new information... but only noise that I don't understand plunders my consciousness.

(Can't help it, rely on heaven's luck)

I grabbed one of the gold coins from the rear kingdom from inside my lumbar bag and tried to do a coin toss, but stopped looking at King Alexius's bust, which was slightly more rinsy than the real thing engraved on the surface. Because somehow I felt like giving him my lead, not heaven's luck.

In the end, select the crossing corridor according to your instincts.

In addition to the fact that the spiral staircase floating in the space of the perennial Snow White was fantastic, it cannot be said that it was simply because I wanted to walk down the crossing. As you gaze outward on the way down that crossing, you can see the spiral staircase shining in countless silver.

None of them are within my reach, but I somehow understand that they are connected by the root part of the tree of life.

(It's magnificent, the Tree of Life...)

Immediately after proceeding with emotional feelings to reach a new spiral staircase, consciousness floated into reality leaving the knowledge gained on the other side of oblivion.

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"Huh, uhhhhhh!!

My fangs stretch as the intense pain and vitality run through my body and scream uncontrollably. Furthermore, the nails of both hands and feet increase in sharpness and the muscles of the jaws and extremities become more developed.

Common name: Archer (male)

Race: Wolfish Cobolt

Class: Silver-haired Werewolf Dog Man

Skill: Intermediate Magic (Sat/Wind) Battle Cry (Tonal Inspiration) Magic Enhancement (Hourly)

Howling noise (inhibits magic for a certain amount of time)

beastification (sensory improvement/roar of sound shooting) humanization (sensory slowing)

Title: Silver Wolf with Vertical Temper

Holy Beast of Selkram

Weapon: Machine Bow Baroque (Main) Simitar (Suppl)

Armed: Leather Armor (Shoulder Damaged) Magic Book "Rigid Crushing: A Copy"

While recognizing that the silver-haired cobolt undergoes a sudden change, Brave the Little Ghost of the Great Sword Huge rushes to his partner without being upset, waking up his fallen friend's upper body and spinning a healing magic maneuver.

The judgment he makes at this moment is more the rescue of his friends than the pursuit of his enemies, connecting just a little bit of life where the pale white light overflowing from the palms pressed against the lacerations falls zero.

"Geedo, GizSect! (Swordo, the scratches are shallow!)"

"Datos Retiado, Gidoa...... (You're not lying, you idiot...)"

The ancient goblins, who were together from the Easterian forest, consolidated the two short exchanges of words, and the cobolts of Silva's flock rushed to protect their wounded compatriots as well.

"Arva -, kluaan!? (Archer, are you okay?)"

"Huh, Wafio... (Huh, I can't figure it out...)"

Let Silva suffer the pain. Returning the grin of patience, one of the white fuzzy cobolts presses a meatball against my shoulder with or without it to administer the treatment.

The two races, who lost momentum together in the midst of it, were passively crossing blades, but inadvertently shouted from the other side.

"Ghee, Ghee Woo!! (Chip, retreat!!)"

"Guh, Guh, Guh. (Yes, Master Brave)"

"Ga, Gadre Gifileus (well, I'm used to losing fights)"

Shortly after the opponent became noisy in Russia, the goblins, who are being crumbled and besieged by both wings, begin to retreat in an organized move and flee as they disperse themselves among several groups to scatter their chase.

Earlier, the goblin of the Great Sword Giant Body, who issued something that appeared to be a retreat instruction, also took responsibility for the double swordsman, who was fatally injured by a large body, and went into the back of the forest.

"... QUAOOOOOOO? (… what do we do with the pursuit?)"

(I never said no to my hindsight worries...)

Even as a guerrilla, the archers led by Oswald fit in when the arrows were running out, and the magicians already don't know when they'll run out of magic.

Hasta & Shilo's squad was in charge of both wings of the fierce battle, so the drain is intense, and the Silva squad is also damaging to hold down the goblin of the Great Sword Giant.

The battle here came to an end with the result that the less damaged Brau squad's standing ear cobolts would be responsible for the pursuit to an inexorable extent.