The Peerless Kobold (WN)

A silver wolf was mightily diseased through the ancient woods, where the sun plunged into Jomtien and a gentle leaky day plunged from between the trees.

(Huh, my senses are getting pioneered... is this beastification (beast)!)

At present, my body is about 180cm long (excluding the tail) and turned into a big silver-haired werewolf dog about 105cm tall. If I kick the earth while eating my nails in with my four legs as instincts, I'll accelerate it like it's funny...

"Gww!? Waffa! Danger!)"

If I'm in good shape, I'm about to hit a tree in the direction of progress, and I panic and leap over to my body, slowing down and stopping my leg.

(Damn, I can't get speed in the woods...)

How fast will we get if we give it all we can and drive it? Maybe I can give you a speed comparable to a trained military horse.

Imagine and I would unintentionally wuss...

"Wah? (Hmm?)"

The increased sharpness of the smell of the prey is dispersed in the wind, making me aware of the original purpose of securing lunch when I was drowning in the pleasure of running.

The daughters of the obsidian elves who rescued them from the villages of the Goblins were unexpected, although the Lenades also prepared some food in anticipation.

Because of the need to procure shortages locally, after leaving them by the river and keeping their gear, they also went on a near-field hunt to confirm the veterinary abilities of their newly accommodated bodies.

I remember that I kill the signs whenever possible and rely on my sense of smell to pull them out of the wind and carefully approach my prey with my feet... I glanced from the shade of the cosoli and grass leaves and there was one bigger anagma there.

Note that it is called the Hole Bear but it is an Ithaceae animal and its meat is so delicious that it seems to drool unexpectedly...... Juru.

(The meat looks good, and just enough to carry...)

I realize Hatha just thought so.

(I don't have a bow... Kuh, the archers are disqualified)

All we have now are valuables in leather bags wrapped around hemp strings and hung around their necks. Meditate for a while to explore your insides and see if magic can be used or not in its current state...

(I can't... maybe if I train)

Due to some changes in the structure of the body, it is better to stop it because it is difficult to master the magic that flows through the body. Instead, we could find the ability to use it only in the form of beastification, so let's try that.

I cage my strength on my limbs and jump out of the way to prey!

"Huh, quack!?

"VOLOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!

The roar emitted becomes a shockwave of sound velocity (sound blast), bouncing off the anagma without saying whether or not to hit the roots of the tree.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..."

Close to the anagma that cramps the body but continues to scratch it without force, sticking his fangs up his throat and letting it despair, tearing it slightly and draining blood.

(Huh, I need to bathe in the water and wash away the blood from my mouth on the way...)

After looking a little at his own condition, he offered his gratitude for the life he had received before capping his prey and turning back the way he had come to the Lenaids.

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"Ha ha, you can do quite a bit of anagma meat"

"Gah, kurruhhhhhhhhh

"Well, cats and people eat as much as they normally do" "

I remember Wallace, the cat ear actor, saying he liked Liz while watching Lenade cheek the hole bear meat that she baked and seasoned with salt. They fit everything into a simmering dish...... maybe next time I take it to a souvenir when doing business with the village of Lucua.

"... may be delicious (Credit) (Lu)"

"Indeed (Serrat) …"

I don't know the elf language, but the others don't seem to have a problem either. In the first place, it would be delicious if only the ingredients were good because I just bake the meat... I would also chew off the meat stung on the wooden skewers that processed the branches and swallow it, picking the nuts that the Lenaids had.

"Lord Archer, we're going to reach Elfast this evening... but you can't climb the world tree on your own, can you? Listy was angry."

"Kurwa? gua, varga......

"Listy? Oh, you're a world tree witch......" "

Alistair still has words in her ear that she won't listen to when she puts a question mark on her head as to why the name of the world tree witch, who has thin ties to me, comes up.

"My first impression is important because we're going to be living together for a while now, including me."

"............ waf? '............... Yes?

"Where there is a world tree, i.e. there is an elf!!

Anything, it is the sacred duty of the ancient elves to watch the growth of the world tree germinated by those who intensely inherit the blood of the high elves… unless there are extra circumstances, they will manage it responsibly, at least until the period of stability.

And what the dispatch is confirming as it stands is the world tree witch Listy and the escort Lenaid.

"Oh, don't worry, the rest of you will be selected who can speak Kobo!

Lenade climbs out as he grips his hands all the way through, picking up Sakuho ears peeking through his shining blonde short hair like a white magnetic elf...

As can be seen from how Aristia was imprisoned by the slave traders, the rarity of the Elves is high for the people and can also be an extra trouble.

(Our territory is sanctuary-designated, so we can avoid the eyes...)

The hunters of Viel Village may exceptionally enter the sanctuary forest. Our relationship with the village isn't bad, but I've never been too careful.

Sometimes the elves refuse to accept themselves... but if it's a sacred act from ancient times for them, there's no denying the possibility that it will come of its own accord, and religious things are tricky.

(Need to check with Aristia once…)

Lunch time passed as we went down and broke our minds on stories like gushing, and again we walked out in the afternoon sun.