The Peerless Kobold (WN)

After the heat of battle cools down as usual, I take a hips down to the ground with everyone who has finished various post-processing, and I get rid of the anomalies that have arisen in my chest.

(Interpretation, is the weak meal the reason of the world...)

After being mixed with wolves, I learned to “wear a man's skin," but since the essence is only a single cobolt living in the woods, it is engraved in my brain that living more in the age of mercenaries is a battle.

We need to eat other flora and fauna in order to continue and sustain ourselves, and all beings are dying and desperate to live in the circle of the food chain.

(Ha, God who created such a mechanism is distorted (snoring) and incomplete, or else sexually vicious)

In the first place, with a few things (tsp) that are not enough to take, such as individual euphoria and life and death, it may be a paranormal presence in a bigger view... I conclude that it is a story that has no edge on me and take a leather water bottle suspended at my waist and pour water slightly colder into my throat than the outside temperature.

"Quang, grrr! (Brother, me too!)"

I slowly tilted the leather water bottle and gave him a drink of water, as the fox, who had his face out of the leather bag he had put through his belt and was hovering the dry bread, reacted with his mouth open as he turned upwards.

"You're really close, that little fox... you don't usually miss that much"

"Because we've been dating since we were born, I think this is what it is..."

I just responded appropriately to Ares, who scrapes the rationed dried meat with a knife and throws it into his mouth, while Liberto, who was forcing him to struggle in earlier battles, throws his words with a tired lingering voice.

"Instead, I'm surprised Mr. Archer put his heel down on the big Valiant, but I realized that his rank and strength as an adventurer didn't always match."

"For once, I've had a long experience as a mercenary. I can't even say I'm a legitimate newbie."

"Phew, that's reliable"

If you looked in the direction of the voice that had interrupted the conversation, Miss Grace, dressed in numerous demonic costumes, was standing smiling.

"Earlier there were rumors in the Edgar squad that they had planted one of the Kingsguard (Imperial) species. The battle between magic and fighting is reminiscent of the Sage of Steel."

"Is that... should I be happy"

Sure, it's undeniable that he's under the influence of the Apocalypse "Rigid Crushing," but he only seems like a fighter (fighter) bearing the name of a wise man, and I'm not more subtly happy than I am naming an archer.

When I think of something slightly disrespectful in my heart to the chief court demon of the kingdom, Ares confronts Miss Grace feeling a little nervous.

"Mr. Grace, what can I do for you?

"No, it's simply of interest, I was interested in the archers screaming..."

After lowering her head gently, she walks away under Edgar, who turns her heels and waits a little further, and Muriel, who was talking to the Guard knights instead of letting her in, returns.

"Sorry I'm late."

"Good day, Muriel"

"But it's amazing. I can't believe they're checking our behavior guidelines."

Although Ares and Liberto, who welcome her, turn a somewhat respectful glance, I guess that's because they don't know that a tailed lizard tied the edge with the Duke.

The knight's voice is amplified by the wind magic that interferes with the atmosphere when it has been confirmed that there is no damage to the retrieved arrows (twist) or hardware that should be addressed to the string.

"Guys, the break is over! Guards forward around the wounded and Heavy Corps, back in line with the adventurers!!

The guards, resting their bodies according to the echoing words, rise, and the adventurers, who were in charge of perimeter vigilance, also join their respective squads, taking up a line for the march but focusing on the knight Eldrick.

After a long time later action plans were communicated, he followed the broken traces of brand new grass in alarm of another raid, and without taking long enough, the crusaders discovered a large hole with a pompous mouth in the earth.

(Well, from our siblings, there's still a bad smell (pheromones), so we don't even have to trace their movements.)

As the guards quickly deploy side-by-side to consolidate their defenses, we will also position ourselves to protect the foot and feet of the Heavy (Shigeru) Squad and make sure Muriel, who will loosen the oak cane next door, has the possibility of an immediate battle.

"It's okay, I decided I was in a bad position and ran into a nest hole, so I shouldn't be out early... but I need to make sure of that too"

"I see, I mean, a cage castle, or the behavior itself is no different than that of a human being"

If you hear more, when an external enemy approaches the area around the nest hole, a giant ant of the reconnaissance species will contact you promptly, and if more than the same number of them belong to the colony, they will pull out and take defensive action.

In other words, the previous encounter feels subjectively raided, but it's going to be a defensive battle for the Valiants... in which they flee into the nest hole when their numbers are reduced and they are pushed to a disadvantage, and they say they wait for most of them to cool down.

It should be noted that the same applies to small ants crawling through the earth who switch offenses and defenses with the number of individuals around them, and an academic dossier was released last year stating that they would decide to attack or retreat depending on the number of allies they were with against prey that could be a powerful enemy.

(Because of Muriel, I don't know how to use it. Don't get more knowledgeable...)

For a while, I was the one who was told her story about the ants' ecology.