The Peerless Kobold (WN)

After some time, a quiet voice, including tension, arrives in my chemo ear, where I was asleep in the early morning, when I began to feel the slightest sunlight behind my eyelids.

"Guru, Garg... (all, enemy attack...)"

"Gah."

If I jumped up drowsy, I could see Blazer grabbing the long shield's handles as she gently kicked the flank of the sleeping Axe and woke him up.

"Guh, quah, galooh! (Already awake!)"

About the same time he plays the arrow that flew in with the long shield of the borrower, listening to the complaint of his best friend, who rises to a slightly broken mood, he also pokes his right palm on the ground to activate the magic of the "mine” forward.

Over two chase arrows in the dust that roared and blew up, Celica turned to fight back, leaning in the shade with her head low, releasing an arrow from the elphin bow that stood on the slope (shudder).

"Geaah!? (Giggle!?)"

I heard (...) from the bush about 50m ahead (...) screamed (...) and heard the sound of heavy objects falling in whether it was a good hit or not.

"Ah, Kid (Caval)..."

Vophowok, Gaoooooooo.

Though slightly simplistic, he rushes backwards to the left, where he was the fastest to start, among the little ghosts who stopped being dispersed by the trees and ran in from the three sides.

"Heh, gah! (Huh, eat!)"

"Quang"

The pioneer Goblin Fighter holds the iron sword aside and tries to fly away, grabbing the sword pattern with his right hand and stepping through the ground with his right foot caged in rolling magic from the state attached to the sheath.

"Woo, gub... aah... (Ugh, gub... aah...)"

Successive goblins also cut under a flash as they leapt through the underbelly of their defenseless opponents with the fangs of earthen masses that gave rise to them over the earth, sheathing the blade as it was.

"Vadoh! (Shit!)"

"Garva"

He throws up words that feel somewhat rude, slashes the two slashes he has cut in with a short sword from left to right behind him, and steps into the right side and bounces off one neck before returning the shaken blade.

"Wow, wow! (Ugh, wow!)"

"Kuh!? (Kuh!?)"

The remaining spike that stuck the fear in his face is unexpectedly sharp (among other things), and even if he manages to twist his body and dodge it, he is torn apart a slice of thin skin on his flank that is not covered in leather armor.

While his heart was clear, he grabbed Goblin's face with his left palm, which became an intermittent arrangement, and converged his attribute magic.

"Hih."

"Volo, Garfa (Ripped, Wind Blade)"

With the magic of eating your nails and shooting them away, let's gently wipe the blood off your flank after cutting off that lifeblood in an instant without causing you to suffer.

It should be noted that Blazer, who prevented the first blow, also lowered himself and ran to the right when the silver-haired werewolf dog man was tailoring the little ghosts on the left in the temporary offense.

Without hesitation, he uses speed to step through a black sword that is difficult to see, plays off the white blade of a slightly delayed Goblin Fighter, and deeply cleaves the chest of each leather armor to carve a fatal wound.

"Gua, uhh... uhh... uhh"

"Gaoooo! (Damn!)"

Without his sword, he took a step back and wore an eyebrow between his left hand nails, which were further apart from the sword pattern, as he flew from the side of the big little ghost warrior who was going to die.

"... kluar (... burn)"

"Gi... aaaah (gi... aah)"

Blazer, who lit a prison flame on his craniot-piercing nail tip and instantly burned the inside out, once jumped away and earned distance, but let him escape and another one follows the weapon in his hand.

The moment I gently pounded my tongue and concentrated my consciousness, the wind cut sound and the two arrows flew in more than to the left, shooting through the right shoulder of the confronting opponent and near his heart.

"Gu... uuuuu... uuuu"

Striking off the shaken down short sword with a gauntlet with a small bow, the goblin that has followed falls to the ground powerless.

(Huh!?)

But the enemy also has archers... I don't have time to send praise for the precise sniping of Celica, and I catch the sound of the strings screaming in the dim of dawn.

A slender, skinny hound pokes one hand to the ground, aiming for a crouched gap in an outfit that spreads his legs, and the last remaining goblin fighter on the right shows a strong kick to the face.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!"

"Guh."

Kicked in the crossed arm, Blazer rolled herself backwards and poked one knee, taking it with a black sword with her left hand on the belly of the blade, in response to an uninterrupted swinging sabel.

"Deathlah."

An uplifting Little Ghost warrior puts his left palm on a single-edged peak, resists (oh) attempting to jump his neck with all his weight on it, and causes his left finger to lean against the black sword to deliberately disequilibrate with the lingering body.

"Phew."

Exhale briefly and flush the opponent's blade diagonally downward while standing up and stroking its carotid artery.

"Grrr! (Grrr!)"

The Little Ghost Warrior, fluttering with his left hand to suppress the bleeding, took off the Sabel and slowly slipped away.

If Blazer hides herself in the shade without checking the condition until the end, the wooden skin will be sharpened by the arrow that flew in again because the intimate condition has been eliminated and the possibility of accidental firing is no longer possible.

That's a pain in the ass.

Capturing the poison that adheres to it with the sniffing sensation of a hound, and also offering thanks to the generic antidote and the presence of the elf witch that Pharmacist Mia made me have… Immediately responded Celica's arrow shot down Goblin Archer lurking on the tree.

What makes her free to move so far is the gift of the attribute magic “burst tracer" unleashed by Listi in the dim darkness, directed at the three little devils coming from the front.

The goblin snake warrior with a medium shield to the silver light source had a horn, and the two accompanying common species had been stripped of their sight, and were killed early with Axe's long shield and battle axe, which flew out in conjunction with flash magic.

As things stand, oddly enough, saint knights and little ghost heavy fighters of mutually muscular dogs are stripping each other of their fangs and beating each other with similar shields and battle axes.