The Peerless Kobold (WN)

It should be noted that on the day he brings home the meat of the contaminated warcraft, the world tree witch Listi flies the small-scale raptor demon brought from Elfast, the king's capital, to make an extraordinary report to the White Queen (Aristia), which is different from normal times.

The legs of the Hawk (Haitaka), characterized by its round wings and long tail feathers that returned after the role, were accompanied by an autographed protégé of the Queen and were shown to me because the recipient, the Witch Hall, did not mind...

(Dirty Daiki... I mean, the end of the world tree?)

Unlike normal, it seems to refer to an unusual world tree in general sprouted by means of an outer passage made of elf blood, a presence that touches on racial contraindications.

Though surprisingly there was an annoying tree in your neighborhood, I went back along the Stile River with my buddies to the northeastern mountain range as well as last year.

"Guru, Garwoulua kuruua ~

"I've never been on this side before."

"Oh, wow, wow.

(Really, Lord Axe) "

Looking at the neighborhood just as intriguing, Kobolt, a pale giant body, takes on a battle axe and walks wide (cool) through the forest area where the oblique yang plunges in, followed by a small risty behind it.

Her trust in Axe stems from the title "Knight of the World Tree", which she gave to help drive back the army during the forceful advance of the Republic of Finland.

(It's a delicious personality, so I guess I recognized it as much as I got it for honey.)

In fact, it was abbreviated by Aristia under the world tree "Eternity (Ioan)", making Axe the official knight marquis in the Elves' national "garrison".

A short time before such childhood familiarity, the wary long-bodied blazer, the eye-catching obsidian hunter Celica, walks shoulder to shoulder and serves as his hall.

It has already been about three and a half days since we continued to move around the forest area, just as we handed out luxurious listies in the middle in white that seemed to be experiencing physical problems, preparing for the assault of demons lost in trees and grass.

"... Gagaaaaaa Valwoaaon, Waan

(... it's Barbera Forest from around here, Blazer) "

"Wow, Guarwoon.

Okay, I'll be careful. "

I took a glimpse (of the best) of him walking up the speed subtly and out in front of Celica, and I laughed bitterly remembering when he was the group leader.

"I don't like to get ahead, I'm good behind it."

When something unforeseen happens, I stand on the arrow when I'm in the lead, so it doesn't suit me. It is the same for everything, not only during the movement of dangerous places, but also accompanied by a great deal of hardship and responsibility on the part of the late (hence) herd.

And so on, he was conceited with a twisted tone... but it was always the guy himself who preceded him in order to reduce the damage to his people even if it didn't fit for him.

(When I was young, I had a very good personality. Where did you get stubborn?)

Around still caring about Celica and taking the lead, I was just wondering if living in a settlement for six months would have created a sense of companionship, and on the contrary, slowing down her walking speed and stopping aside, she gently puts up an elphin bow.

"Gooooooooooooooooooooooooo... oooooooooo? (It's time for dinner... to secure it?)"

"Waf, Wolwun (Ah, let's walk consciously)"

For once, it is easy to meet prey because it traces back water fields along the river, but don't forget that it is also easy to encounter with the hunting side for the same reason... As we are gradually looking for deer, pigs, etc. that are likely to become evenings, we accidentally caught a dead odor that is dispersed by cluttered smells.

"Guru... Vulfa Ouan."

"Wah, gaolwoovan? (Could they be surrounded?)"

If you think it smells hard to tell, even based on the wind direction from across...... a few adventurers painted on mud and grass blossoms show up from the shade in such a way as to semi-surround this one, and vanguard warriors with vain eyes pull out their gains and pack their distance.

"Gruuuuuuuuuuuuuu? Are you sure you want to do this?"

"Garfau, Valgugugu 'or."

Despite a corpse ghost who once died and lost his sanity, Axe sets up a long shield and steps into the right side depending on who made up for it with the super recovery of the semiimmortal and the flesh of prey he preyed on, depending on the people who have few defects and are indispensable for glory in their movements.

I also grab a song knife pattern and slip through Listy's side, intercepting a corpse ghost swordsman who attacked me from the left side.

"Ugh... ahhh"

"Shh."

He played the sword trident waved down with the scream with a pluck before the velocity mounted, keeping both arms on the upper stage of each of his opponent's long swords to devour the palm bottom from a low position to his defenseless left chest.

"Kahaha."

"Volo, Ghogarhu (cleavage, triple wind blade)"

A triple blade released from zero distance cleaves the clasp, engraving and blowing the heart of a wretched swordsman damaged by death.

Shortly after that, he turned his body and glanced at the situation, and Axe, who received the opposite side, had slapped the slaughter by Sabel off with a battle axe, sticking a sharp long shield tip into the raider's dovetail.

The person pushed into the abdomen bent into the body to bend to the letter, so he waved a blunt instrument named Shield directly across the face that came down to the right position.

"Wow, wow."

"Gube."

A corpse ghost of an adventurer crushed his skull at the mercy of his strength and sounded a blunt thump falling on his oblique back.

Though there is no problem with that, Blazer, who was confronted by two corpse ghosts approaching from the front, is somewhat in a struggle, and Celica, who erects bows and arrows, is also unable to cover him because he is holding the enemy rear guard.

Therefore, from the blind spot to the waist of the corpse ghost who was working with his fellow spears, he slammed a middle-sized kick all over his body.

"Guh!?

"Voluah (I got it)"

Don't miss the gap of a corpse ghost who collapsed and pushed his other spear tip away, and a long skinny cobolt packs half a step, wearing his flank and burning with his left nail that wrapped prison flames around him.

"Guuuuuuu"

If a corpse ghost with a cloudy scream retreated, a corpse ghost wrapped around the priestly outfit of the rear guard began to heal the wound by lighting a holy light on the cracked scepter, and the spear man stood around to support it.

"I won't let you."

Though Celica releases arrows to the cleric's corpse ghost with two shots in a row without getting into her hair, a earthy skinned sorceress wrapped around a torn coat activates wind protection and winds up the arrows with a rapidly rising airflow of magical origin.

However, the avant-garde's numerical advantages have already collapsed, and I screamed without being disturbed, twisting my torso hard as I jumped in, releasing a reverse slice of my body speeding the clerics from the sideline back to death (Revenant).

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!"

"Huh!?

"Ah..."

Even as he was wounded, he bounced off the defense of a corpse ghost with a small hand trying to protect his companion, causing fatal injuries to both of them with a shaken white blade.

"Ugh, now... it's over no?

"Gawow."

Even if it doesn't make sense, he groans at the cleric woman whose expression is distorted, and sees Blazer sticking his beast paw up the spearman's chest burning his body to the ground, knowing the melancholy of dealing with the half-and-dead kind where he remains slightly.

Plus you were braving the assault, just like me, and Axe was waving down a longitudinal duel shield to a corpsed sorceress, knocking down her luxurious body to the ground.