The Peerless Kobold (WN)

"Valva, galwooooooooooooooooooooo... (I can't believe this is the place...)"

"Wow, wow, wow."

Even at a time like this, he raises his relaxed voice and carefully pulls back the long shield where the childhood tame of the pale giant body was oppressing the corpse ghost.

The semiimmortal sorceress, who became dew as a result, was crushed limbs and rendered incapable of action, and her organs were crushed, and now she was out of breath.

"... Kwaagau (... a face I've seen)"

"Guruuuuuuuuuuuuuuu? (In a human settlement where the boss goes out?)"

"Wow, wow, wow."

I remember being in the same Edgar squad during the example Valiant crusade, in addition to what I saw several times in the Alliance's combined tavern.

(I thought they belonged to the city of Warren more than wandered around here...)

When I check the dirty faces of the corpse ghosts I defeated again, I feel a little melancholy because there was another person I saw.

(Even so, could all adventurers die (revenantisation) or something?)

In fact, adventurers and mercenaries with a strong will and a strong obsession with life are prone to ghosting, but they usually happen in places full of mass deaths, such as battlefields and massacre sites.

Speaking of thoughts, only about the dirty tree she had just learned, so if she threw her gaze at Listy, she looked sorry at the corpses that had been killed with the emerald eyes of a white magnetic elf.

"Gooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

"... woan (... right)"

"Hmm, fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu

Slightly cloudy, Celica picks up a leaked word, while approaching the corpse ghost of an expired goddess, kneeling on one knee and grabbing a small leather bag at her waist.

"Wafi Qualuaong, Gurua (Is there anything I can use, your head)"

"Waf, kuau qualuau (oh, let me use it if I have to)"

In principle, if you discover the wreckage of an adventurer, you are supposed to deliver your registration card and artifacts to the nearest guild to the extent possible, but depending on the circumstances, you may also borrow magic drugs.

It should be noted that there were times when they had been ghosted and roamed through the woods, and three others were the remaining adventurers and had decent artifacts that they had dropped somewhere.

I'll deliver it to the city's guild later, though Seti will be sad.

Though I have finished the examination of the remains while caring for the serious receptionist... if I left him without doing anything, this time it would not be both a complete undead.

"Gauva, Gvarwoon? Witch Hall, can you purify your soul?"

"Guruuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu

“I made it easier earlier," he muttered to me in a common word, "and Listi, the white magnetic witch, put her hands on the wand of the world tree, poking her into the earth and letting her dwell the magic of a mixture of earthly and sacred attributes.

"The soul returns to the other side of the sky (Ia) (Fauna) and the prince to the forest (El Foreo) (Mirà)"

With the eulogy, a warm green light centered around her runs through, illuminating the remains of the fallen corpses and ghosts to rise the white.

At the same time that the soul, which gradually increased its radiance and became pure white, ascended, the shelled body was buried in the ground, covered by the surrounding grass.

"... but whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

(… let's move on, we have to stop the disaster) "

Listy, who has gained some certainty, takes a step by staring into the back of the woods, and we go along as we surround ourselves to protect her.

However, it was decided early to camp in an open place by the river to ensure hunting time, which was not tied to prey that was likely to fall into the evening after that.

If Celica and I had food procurement because of the right materials, and we were exploring a range of nearby fields that were not too far from the camp, usually the oligarchy girlfriend would inadvertently speak in the common language of the continent.

"Archer, good hunter conditions...... you know what I mean?

"Valguruuuuuuuuuuuuuu."

I was searching for prey in the swarm territory at first, but if I wasn't lucky, I wouldn't get out, and if I wasn't lucky, they'd hunt me the other way.

Eventually, with experience, we can see where there is affordable prey, and we can also think and act on reasons such as "why there was prey here”.

Turning around with words like that, Celica, who nodded happily, slid herself away, thus distancing herself even as she was snorted through her nostrils by the good scent of Sachet.

"Mmm, if you think the same way, we should be together..."

"Gah, wokulfaoo (no, it would be hard to walk)"

Indeed, as long as we have exchanged words during several previous hunts, we cannot deny the fact that each other's orientations are similar.

The symbiotic idea that an elf hunter living in a forest can never live alone because of the connection between eaten and contiguous lives is also understandable, but I feel close to physical distance here these days.

Slightly, feeling sorry for Muriel and treating him roughly, the hooded wheat-skinned elf swelled his cheeks slightly dissatisfied and pointed in the direction of the day after tomorrow...... found the footprint of the beast where the meadow was trampled.

"Still new... Is this, like, a pig demon?

"Gawwwwww, Wolwwwwwww on

Either way, I don't mind if I eat it. "

Peel off the nibbles and fangs, lift the end of the mouth, and carefully follow the traces while being aware of the wind direction. Temporarily, four pig-shaped warcraft named Horndbore with horns like a bull about 1.2m long shall be placed in view.

In addition to the thrusting force that plays about a human or a cobolt, even if it looks small, the positionally sharp corner is at the height of piercing the organ, and if you are alarmed, you will lose your life.

Though he is also considered a tough opponent considering the nature of the herd, Celica, who hid herself in the shade a little further away, sent a hand sign in a familiar manner.

Tema Enerau Atonegai

Wakatta

The arm of a pure bow obeys honestly because Celica has minutes, glances at her, distorted by the sound of leaf rubbing by the wind, ready to fire, forming two wind bullets with the magic that lodged her in both palms.

And the moment I captured the sound of the strings, I jumped out of the bush where I was hiding and fired a wind bomb at the tree standing beside the horndobores.

"Huh, Ghu!?

"" Gwow!

The bark at the landing strip bounces. Panicked by the bursting sound of the flying, only one in front of the pig, with two arrows on his right leg and flank, squatches to the ground and scratches his feet to escape as the pig warcraft hides themselves simultaneously.

"Gu...... guo ooo!

"" Gugu!!

"Wao Fan, Guao Oo Oon (Sorry, I'll let you hunt)"

Even as the other Warcraft raised their voices of intimidation while hiding, the signs vanished into the back of the woods if they shot wind shells near where they rang about a few shots.

All that remains is one of the hands, and an obsidian hunter with a clear crystal knife steps over and amputates its carotid artery.

"Tonight, thanks to Pork, Forest Grace and the First Elf (Artie)..."

I always think that being appreciated from the eating side doesn't mean anything, so I guess it's necessary for the eating side not to forget the dignity of life and not to step off the road.

(eaten, chained to life...)

Sometimes, I imitated her with both hands lightly, offered my thanks to the great god of my ancestors (the wolf), and tied up the blood drained prey with hemp rope, returning my heels to my companions who waited hungry.