The Peerless Kobold (WN)

After stepping into a forest where stray boundaries are stretched, Celica, unaffected by illusions, takes the lead in response to a spell that drives the spatial awareness (kukanji) of the humanoid race created by the Elves.

Apparently, compared to the lost forest built by the world tree of Du (Moori) in Zhenzhu (Chinju), the stuff that was deployed around the "big tree with a scratch" was small... it didn't take half an hour to get to the place where it opened.

"Mm-hmm."

Lined up next to the hunter daughter, who hid Saho's ears in a hood, I also throw my gaze ahead of her staring at the vast space that would once have been artificially burned down by the forest.

"Wovagruuuuuuuuuuuuu? Is that the wretched tree?"

"Wow, guuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu

Even as he listens to the ensuing Listy reply, he turns his consciousness to the odd shrub, where only the trunk is thick, like the great tree he tried to grow was smashed to pieces.

(Whether unnatural or not, it doesn't feel dangerous...)

Therefore, approached warcraft and beasts may suffer the erosion of distorted forces.

"Wowwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww

It's not obvious from here. "

"Wah, Guarwooooooooooo.

(Oh, let's be discreet) "

Once again, the three of us will be avant-garde, and the two White Magnetic and Obsidian Elves will slowly walk over to Daiki in the form of a rear guard... but along the way I will find something of interest.

The white bones of the ground dragon that laid him down were buried in the grass for about two people, and he was overtly concerned.

Though somewhat foot-colored, notable adventurers' notebooks and the like often feature a golem using dragonbones to protect past artifacts and strongholds left in ruins.

I thought, while I was hesitant, Blazer, who has a reputation for smashing the stone bridge and not crossing it, moved.

"GUAWOLW VOLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

(Only crush it if you care, Axe) "

"Aw, wow."

A cobolt with a pale giant body waving up his rigid arm at the call of a bad friend and slamming off the battle axe with the cranium (skull) of the dragonbone will also remain to the extent that some of it seems to be missing rather stiff.

Immediately afterwards, a tornado with chain microoscillations for self-preservation moves up the sickle, I guess slightly different from the original activation conditions!

"Uhhhh!? (Wow!?)"

After Axe, who prevented the nearest bite with a long shield, pushed it down and rolled, me and Blazer also flew away and took the distance, pulling out their respective scores and standing guard.

The celicas who retracted according to the movement of this side (here) are also positioned. Two skeletal dragons, wrapped in regenerative magic phosphorescence, wrap their muscles around their joints, stand on the earth with their bones snapped together.

"Guh, Garuvaofau.

Chip, it's still like a trick. "

"... uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu

(… I feel connected to the wretched tree) "

Unexpectedly scratching off the words of a disciplined listi in response to a zero evil state, vibrating the air with the magic of his dwelling, the roar of a ground dragon turned into a wreck sounds.

"" Huh, gahhhhhhhh!

He flanked the two great jaws falling from overhead, gaining distance with a continuous rear leap with the celica avoided further in the same direction, confronting each other with a diagonal pair of diagonally stripped oneself in this direction.

Because of this, two cobolts, a pale giant body and a long skinny body, are also retreating to the other side, staring at the rest of the body in a way that shelters Listy behind them.

I'll have to leave you to it, so I'll look back quickly and focus my consciousness on the skeletal dragon in front of me.

"Wogluah."

"Gaaaaaa!!

A skeletal ground dragon swirling his gigantic body as inertia flies the tail bash of a tyranny, aiming at me that was slightly forward and slammed diagonally down the dragon claw on his right forefoot that was swinging down in the hanging.

He leaped on his leg causing a hurricane to occur, dodging an approaching tail blow in front of him… Now he's going to reverse swirl his left rear leg to the axis and slap it off with his swinging forefoot.

"Gah, owakuuuuuuuuuuuu

(Ha, it moves more than I thought) "

Immediately, he developed a sudden downward airflow (downburst) of magic origin, dived under his swinging right forefoot and descended, treading heavily to devour the left forefoot of the skeletal dragon with a flash next to the songblade.

Even if the sound of a clear sword trident sounds... the slaughter of the whole body stays to carve the surface of a stiff dragonbone and does not even cut it.

"... wandering (... retreat)"

Retreating at a glance in response to Celica's voice reached her ear, she gently dropped her hips to erect an elphin bow and expose the ground dragon to a series of arrows with an artistic handkerchief.

Though it was all played by the dragonbone, it caused the magic of the wind, which was accommodated by two of the fateful (twisted) pieces that hit the left front leg, to deepen greatly the previously carved (crackled) pieces.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!?

(She showed it to me several times!?) "

The moment she tries to float a good smile, a skeletal ground dragon with a tough face opens her jaw.

A roar of sound shots emanating from his mouth vibrated the atmosphere violently, wearing a shockwave through Celica's left shoulder as she tried to fall in.

"Ahhhhhhhhh"

"Gah! (Chuckles!)"

To prevent the pursuit against her who screamed and blew away, if you rush the ground this way and tap a white blade into the joint of the ground dragon that turned into a wreck, the bite will descend along with the grumpy roar.

Even as I cut it off with a single piece of paper and lowered it, I activate the outward magic “tethered fangs” with attribute magic permeated via my right leg... Instead of skewering my skull (unclean), the fangs of earthen masses grown from the earth were chewed up (every thing) and fragments flew.

"Gww."

"Gahhhhhhhhhhh!!

My body dances through the universe for some reason, shortly after my arms, which reflexively sheltered my head, were shot and hurt dull, and I made a progression that was rolled out to sew through the gap (kankai) where the movement stopped.

"Kuh!? Wow, wow. Whoa, whoa, whoa)"

The edge of Ling's coat was hooked to the skeleton dragon's fangs.

While swinging, the fabric is broken by the magic of the wind blade, and due to the strength and weakness of the whirlwind wrapped around the limbs, the attitude is controlled in the air, and the blown jet airflow is screamed (and screamed) instead of the wings.

"QUALOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"

He jumped onto the spine of a skeletal dragon trying to turn back this way and joined his palms to the joints of the tibia (kekotsu) to converge the magic of the thick wind.

"Valua, Gawolf!! (Cut it, Australian style blade!!)"

"Gih, aah........................"

A high-powered wind blade severed the tibia, causing fatal damage to the magic circuit carved into the dragonbone, causing the massive body of the wreckage, Mururu, to collapse rapidly.

I'll fall, too. I'll go down to the ground, cage my strength in my legs with the whirlwind wrapped around me, and retreat to the side of Celica.

"... gaoah? (… are you okay?)"

"Ugh, wow... wow (Ugh, seriously... can't bow)"

The left shoulder, which I checked properly, is disjointed in addition to bruising and congestion (depression), and although it is certainly difficult to set up a massive elphin bow... there is no need for her to force herself here (here) because the rest of her crew are already hunting her down.

Not long before the silver werewolf dog, who leaned beside his wounded hunter daughter, decided to do so, the two Blazers and Axes who would fight away from them said... they were courageously cutting into the ground dragon of the wreck.