The Peerless Kobold (WN)

I knock it off with one hand as if I were going to pay for something depressing, but I don't need it because there are about two of them in the maple tonight.

"Gier, Azeret (retreat, maple)"

As she leaps behind her back sweetened by the words directed at her, the goblin of a giant body leaping out of the shadow of a decaying house wields a shining sword and flies the imminent giant blackness flat.

Yet another skinny goblin with a large and small knife jumped from the roof of the ruin, crushing Skeleton's skull with a right-hand machete trying to escape captivity by silver thread and head towards the maple (Kaeh).

"Aaaa... aaa!!

However, there's no way the undead will stop as long as I've lost my head, and I grab it with my hands for a landing gap.

"Grrr, detruz...... (Grrr, trouble...)"

The twin swordsman Sword of the ghost clan, strangled and flaunted, stabbed the little knife on his left hand into his pelvis and broke Skeleton's life-changing magic with purple electricity that caused him to bend, he immediately cut into the next target.

With a satisfied look at the two, the maple (kae) sets the sight of heights and sneaks back to the safety zone to only one person.

"It's a good opportunity for both of us, so try not to die"

"Also do something unsolicited..."

In the wake of her irresponsible words, Brave, a former brave man of the Little Ghost clan, opened his jaw wide as he spewed evil in the common language of the continent, which was becoming fluent.

"Co-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o!"

Shooting out a running stream of holy light (Honryu) that converged in his mouth, he burst into the midst of a dark magical remnants of pursuit unleashed by a low, floating mass of human flesh (Nightmare).

"Gare, Gud!! (Out of the way!!)"

"Wow."

Without paying attention to the skeleton that walked out of the way to get stuck, the forcefully stepped brave rolls out a luxurious cut from the sideline with the tip of the sword facing down.

"Huh, uhh..."

A pathetic skeleton was slammed into space on the abdominal side of his stubborn body, scattering white bones that constituted himself. Still, he does not stop, crushing the other integral skull nestled in the back with the cut off of the light blade to be returned, doubling vertically to the pelvis.

Together, the magic of the dark attributes that carry themselves out by the Holy Light is turned down, and the swords admire the skeletons as if the thread had been broken.

"... Giardias (... don't you think)"

"Huh, ah..."

Cut off Skeleton's arm with a knife as he shrugged and grabbed it, he jumped into his pocket and smashed the magic of each pelvis with a wrapped thunder (Tenrae) knife placed on his left hand.

Poking through the slightest gap associated with the attack, another individual flies to the sword from behind…

"Gigg, Giorzeas!! (Ha, I know!!)"

"Huh!?

The moment when the rear kick rolled out by knocking the upper body forward disfigured Skeleton, the blade wrapping the violet electricity released without turning around breaks the magic of the dark attributes on all the spines.

Feeling a definite response, he spun his body around the abandoned village square without defying the inertia generated by circular motion, and as a large number of skeletons entangled in the silver yarn of the maple (Kae 'er) were scratched, he saw Brave slashing into the original human meat mass (Nightmare).

"GIOOOOOOOOOO!! (Whoa, whoa, whoa!)"

"Ghhhhhhhhhhh!!

Whether the body of a human flesh mass (nightmare) calling out in an uncomfortable golden cut swells up and huge dead flesh arms pop up trying to crush the blind little one, the blade of a flying glow (broom) cuts off a distorted giant arm without making you feel any resistance!

"Gegaaaa!?

"Rezesup! (Brittle!)"

Quickly pulling back the sword he wielded at all odds and resting on his back, Brave caged his strength in his rigid arms trying to pierce the ugly human flesh mass (Nightmare), but the human acne (Jinmen's appearance) peeled from the flesh mass so as to poke a flash of clearance (Kanking) would bite into his arms, shoulders, and flanks and eat the flesh.

Furthermore, the human sores attached to each area (ginger sores) exhaled a scorching blackness without placing their hair in them, causing the wounds that dripped blood to burn and rot.

"Gww!? Gigiru!! (Grrr!? Stay!!)"

Ignoring the severe pain, the ex-brainer of the Little Ghost Clan, seen here (here) as a watershed, wears the core of the human flesh mass (Nightmare) with a sword that wraps around the glow (broom) and punches through the blade all the magic powers of the Holy Attribute that are in a relationship.

"Huh, Lucregados!! (Huh, get drunk by the light!!)"

"Gggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggg

The dazzling light overflows from the inside, causing worn out and ugly human flesh masses (nightmares) to collapse, and the skeletons that were tied to silver thread and the opponents that the sword was confronting also make dry noises and get killed.

After the flash of darkness ripping at night faded, Brave's figure, who poked his knee with blood paint, had become more of a ghost than a goblin, giving him a splendid two-horn peek from between his silver hair.

Common name: Brave (¾)

Race: Organised Goblins

Class: Lux Gladiatore

Skill: Battle Cry (Ghost Race Enhancement) Intermediate Magic (Holy) Primary Magic (Fire)

The Resurrection Brace of the Holy Light Slash Saint (Light/Fire) Square Hidden (Humanized)

Arm Strengthen (Medium/Effective for a moment)

Title: Book Favorite Great Swordsman

Weapon: Burned Claymore

Armed: Leather Armor Magic Book: The Prayer of the Fool

(Guh, I feel uncomfortable all over my body, and it hurts...)

Hands on his chewed flanks while sweating on his forehead, depicting the procedure described in the book Prayer of the Fool (Astraus) by Saint Astraus, who studied the healing formula for life, using intermediate magic "recovery lights” that until earlier could not be handled without delicate magic control to make up for their own deficiencies.

"Gizluquado...... Gyuls, Gyu?

(The wound is blocked... are you okay, Brave?) "

"Huh, Zetras Raas d 'Hart Zergiaggio

(Oh, they take my strength away.) "

Standing up with a tired look, Brave, unsurprisingly, borrowed Sword's shoulder to face the maple (Kaeh) that had quietly walked over.

"Well, you've become a man inside."

"… Gadra Disels (… is that a good thing)"

"Sometimes I honestly think you can be happy."

For some reason, the two couples exhale unknowingly because they are Park Po or the devil, and then she wraps up the atmosphere of Rin and plays a soul-relieving celebration with her eyes down and a clear voice.

In response to the echoing Spirit, a white dove rises from the white bones and the abandoned remains that were skeletons, and becomes a pure white soul that is disgraced, returning to the other side of the night sky.

"Gyosua gawha nils regial."

"Senedore Redurea, Geed."

When she sent me a raw (though) soul in the village of the Little Ghost tribe that had lost the struggle, I remembered seeing a similar scene, and the two meditated and prayed silently for the time being.

"Come on, you too."

If the maple that finished spinning the eulogy speaks gently, the young soul that was held will also dance in the night sky. The moon of the lower string was brilliantly lit before the spirit (Mita), who had towed his white tail, headed for it.

By the streets (buckwheat), a little further than its pale, thinly lit abandoned village, Muriel leans against a moffy giant silver wolf for warmth, weaving a thick winter coat.

"Uh-huh, beautiful guy with dark hair... I left him, wondering if it was a good idea"

“You'll be fine, that's a substandard monster."

I put up one of my thick fingernails to respond to a leaking audible voice and try my best to spell continental common language on the ground...... this is pretty hard.

Still, for one thing, it's troublesome to go back to a wolf-mixed cobolt and wear a chanting mask, so I carve the letters in thinking I'll just have to get used to it.

“You don't have to get involved, and rest your body more than anyone else.”

If you add that when the watch shift time comes, she'll wake you up relentlessly. She shuts her eyes very quietly and deepens quietly the night she's about to get into trouble.

It should be noted that the itinerary from the next morning only caused so much trouble that we met weak demons that we reached the area around the town of Verheim, Chevalk territory, without any problems we wanted to cause.