The Peerless Kobold (WN)

"Galuuuuuuuuu"

It is a beast-shaped demon with two protruding long and sharp fangs, 1.15m tall and about 2m long, excluding the tail, that comes up low roaring and intimidating, followed by a coveted subspecies slightly smaller than that behind it.

"Huh, Savage Fang!!

"Ugh, there's some lesser fangs, so yeah."

Blazer told me that there are many demons crawling out of the "Barbera Forest” where dangerous species lurk after the snow melt... but this has been spotless since spring.

(No, are you lucky the other way around?)

There is no guarantee of life if the herd of people, except the childhood familiars, encounter these guys in the woods, so it may have been a shame to get out when Lenade, the samurai knight, was accompanied by me and my sister.

The problem is that Mira, who has no means of self-defense, is shuddering in small pieces as she crosses (again) into me in a giant wolf, and about another sign that she secretly circles around hiding the two men who have appeared dignified.

"Uh-oh, gaffaw, would-be hard to escape."

"Via, Oru qua voo... (Mira, get down and beside Lenaid...)"

"Oh, come here."

"Wow, I get it!

In the interim, when the Warcraft meet their lurking companions for a raid, Mira jumps off her sleaze and back and walks under Lenaid, keeping a giant tree behind her back to fit in a sheltered form.

Shortly afterwards, one of the lesser fangs who was going to poke at this side of the spectacle jumped on my sister, and just short of that, the front savage fangs peeled off their fangs and attacked me and the elves.

"Galaaaaa!"

"" Gghhhhhhh!!

"Guaruvaan!! (Find out!!)"

"Wah! (Yikes!)"

I leave it to my sister to deal with the Warcraft that leapt from the rear diagonal left, and I jump vertically on the limbs of the tough Giant Wolf, arcing and clawing (so forth) the fierce Warcraft that was rolled out to slap her.

Still twisting his body in space, he slams his right forefoot, with the centrifugal force mounted, into the tight lateral surface, protruding the hungry wolf's fangs at the moment of landing on the neck muscle of Savage Fang, whose head swayed and dew due to the impact.

"Garvoa!! (Got it!!)"

"Guh!? Ugahhhhhhh!"

As the taste of the hot blood tide spread through his mouth and his saliva overflowed, he tried to assemble and finish with the giant body of a silver wolf, but his opponent caged his strength in his limbs and shook his upper body up vigorously, jumping back at me eating it.

"Gah."

The moment he lands in a disturbed position and obliquely rearward, a fierce warcraft swung his big right forefoot, bleeding from his neck muscles and rolling his anger, wearing the earth with a blow caged in magic with a roar.

"Grrrrrrrrrrrr!!

"Huh, woah!!

Reflectively “Sound Shooting Roar (Soundblaster)," shockwaves down dirt and stone scattering that explode due to their orientation, but in an already blocked field of view, Savage Fang has jumped diagonally forward, orbiting the thick tree trunk into the scaffold and hitting it from above.

"Grrr! (Grrr!)"

If the reaction was slightly delayed and the left shoulder was shallowly torn with a beast claw, but it jumped away with a blood splash, a barrier magic “no shield” and a slender sword attack were used at the end of the sight to capture the appearance of Lenaid as a wreather fang rushed.

(Looks ok over there...)

I just can't afford to look at my sister dealing with another warcraft diagonally behind her back, stripping her fangs off to the confronting savage fangs, roaring and intimidating each other.

Meanwhile, what worried my brother was that Dagger, who slammed in a huge fox fire by taking control of the detoured warcraft destinations he intended to ambush on his back, was on the hunt for advantage.

"Kwah, gah, awn!! (Heh, heh, heh!!)"

She continues to turn to the left to flirt with the frightened Lesser Fang after being burned in the face with her first blow, cutting her body with a mechanical dagger, and looking at the gap, she pierces the Spike Dagger (Stiletto).

Though serial strikes with uninterrupted daggers cause steady damage, they are inhibited by thick muscles and do not lead to fatal injuries, and bloodshed from several parts of the body turns a frustrated warcraft into a self-inflicted counterattack.

"Gwww, gahhhhhhh!!

"Quaff, uhh!? (Guess what!?)"

Chasing a target with a head thrust released from a low position, Lesser Fang struck down his long fangs as he slammed the lifted body diagonally.

"Kwoo! (Kwoo!)"

Dodged backwards with an intermittent hair, Dagger grabs the pattern of the spike dagger (Stiletto) thrown at him half a spin, backwards to the left, and punctures the wreather fang's cerebral eye with his head to bite him again, leaving the sharp blade at his disposal.

"Vuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..."

Cranially pierced with a dagger that processed the horns of the black unicorn, the Warcraft showed his last footscratch, letting his body lie on the ground scratching the thighs in front of him.

"Uh-huh, Guowafaaan! (Ugh, it hurts plain!)"

Dagger, who stomps on the shoulder of a warcraft that will cause his life to be exhausted, does not get up with the wound that leads to death, but pulls through the score of a deep prick.

Thus, looking at the current situation of his companions, a silver-haired giant wolf with fierce warcraft claw teeth (yes) approached the distance and almost shouted resolutely as the wind magically prevented the stone scattering resulting from the ground being crushed by the blow that caged attribute magic.