The Peerless Kobold (WN)

The Kobolts continued their journey smoothly in the wilderness of the Kingdom of Graechia until things began to move in the land connecting East and West. Following a group leader in a giant silver wolf with a fox over his head (Murasa), a great swordsman of the dog-man tribe turned into a giant wolf with black hair feet follows him (stumbling).

The two carried weighing-shaped beast bags that matched each other on both sides of their bodies, carrying all the weapons, food and beverages they had stored, etc.

It should be noted that Smith of the dripping ear cobolt applied his hand, so some of the large cloth bags for the beast are reinforced with veterinary leather and also have a weapon holder that attaches a large sword, spear, etc.

Thanks to the evolution of the four pieces of equipment and the minimum food and beverage required to kill the Bloodsucking Demon Tree (Blood Trent), all of them are beasts, including Lancers, who secretly gained the ability to beast large dogs.

(... stones have tready limb treads)

You still can't feel past life, as far as I'm concerned, I assumed it would take a little longer until you crossed the Graechian border.

However, if you think calmly, wild wolves can get up to 70 km/h instantaneously, and travel at an average speed of about 30 km/h for nearly three minutes.

Being in a giant silver wolf outweighs it, it is possible to travel the corresponding distance every day, even when carrying a large, scale-shaped cloth bag for the beast.

It's the same lancer that turned to a glossy hairy dog, leaving our luggage, such as armaments, with us, so that the speed of movement does not suffocate.

As a result, only the little fox sister is sizably chipmunk and blunt-footed...

My stupid sister doesn't even want to walk.

During a few days on the move, my sister was lagging round and fluently over me or Buster's back.

Regardless, there are no problems with the itinerary since departure from the central forests of Ferrious Easteria, and it is okay to say that it is going smoothly.

(Feels like 2-3 days in Venice, Port Town)

From there, it becomes a sea route, and in the case of galley ships moving along the Adris Inland Sea with complex and unstable wind direction, when windless, etc., it depends on the manpower of rowers with aligned head numbers.

It is imperative that you start rowing as soon as you can physically afford it, but gradually fatigue builds up and slows down… If you want to consider further routes to bypass the peninsula, large and small, that protrude, or stopovers along the way, guess the number of sailing days.

In the light of all of the above, I was aware of certain serious facts.

(Well, if they're all going to turn into limb beasts, it might be faster by land than by sea)

Still, there are several reasons to go for the port town.

In addition to not knowing the journey from Liastise Kingdom to Almedia Kingdom in depth, there are also many obstacles such as rugged mountain ranges and valleys on the map, so you are likely to get lost and scattered somewhere.

(In the meantime, you may not encounter any troubles or powerful demons, or it may even take about the same number of days after wearing out…)

It also affected my desire to experience the journey to dogs with childhood training, and my own desire to see what was going on in each port town. I already got the road bank from Ernesta, and here (here) my voice waves over my head when I honestly reconsider.

"Kwon, Khuluaouan (brother, I'm hungry)"

"Wongaru."

"Gauoo, Gurra."

"Woon... vooruuuuu (right... go procure)"

I nod at the childhood familiar I've been asking, and once I rely on the smell and sound of water to get out to the riverside, I lay down on the ground and turn into my original cobolt.

I got out of the loose harness in the process, unloaded the waste beast bag, quickly geared up for hunting, and grabbed the mechanical bow baroque that was familiar to my hand.

In a similar manner, Buster returns to the dog-man figure with a black arm, takes on a major sword that has been repaired after the repair, and reaches for a large bag knitted with hemp rope for prey transport.

"Gwwwwwww...... Gwwwwwwww

(I'll leave the hunting to the bosses... we'll take it) "

"Khu, woan ♪"

I left my little fox sister with Lancer, who became a dog man a little late, and noticed some smell on her way to noon (beard) procurement with two minded males.

"Garvanwooooooooooo"

"Vo, garcuuuuuuuuuuu? But I can't replace my belly on my back.

A childhood familiar statement that laughs invincibly is a good idea, and if you keep hesitating, you just eat and starve to death.

Besides, if it's the character of a bad friend who likes rough things, there's no resistance whatsoever to beating each other up with the males belonging to another herd. Well, even with that personality, he's carefully leading the herd in my absence.

(Only when we're acting together, even when we're awkward)

Perhaps he's just being free (as usual) around not having the ultimate responsibility... It seems subtle because I also know that he will be a group leader (swelling) in the Bolt era.

In the end, maybe me and Buster are too vertical to lead the group. Even though he thinks so, he moves opposite to the wind direction, wandering the wilderness attracted by the smell of the flowing prey.

Sometimes we concentrated our consciousness on the sense of smell, and accidentally neglected (grated) hearing captured the sound of leaf rubbing that rang diagonally backwards.

Turning around instantly to see how things are going, there are a few adventurers approaching from a little further away... and more importantly, the leading lightweight warrior screams!

"I found it, it's a cobolt that attacked (...) the house (...) the animal (...)!

"Magically decide all at once."

Depending on the words that followed, the avant-garde warriors quickly scattered left and right as they ran, and the dewy magician's man crutched the scepter.

"Wear it, triplets!

"Huh, Vulfaan."

Turning to the three rounds approaching with a slight time difference, he reflexively halves and protrudes his magical caged right palm.

"Voluo, Ghogarv! (Rip, triple wind blade!)"

"What no!?

As the sorcerer gave a startling look, shortly after shooting down all the bullets with a wind blade, even if the arrow flies blindfolded with flashy magic... I can't deceive the motion vision of a silver-haired werewolf.

"Phew."

At the moment when he retreated his left leg to the side and dodged it, he rolled out his right palm at the speed of a thunderbolt, grabbed the torso of the arrow, and then dropped it directly down.

"Stupid dude!?

"It can't be..."

"Gah, Volua, Guru."

"Gruugua Wolfaau."

In contrast to the slightly shy self, the avant-gardes who were trying to cut into the momentum stopped their legs and threw a sharp alert gaze when they noticed us more of a werewolf than a cobolt.

Obviously, in an evil atmosphere, I took a pure misrillic mask and put it on my back.