The Peerless Kobold (WN)

Dogs of meadow species living in this neighborhood (Stepenkobolt) must have taken their hands on livestock to feed Daita (strange) and the grown-up Bolts.

(It's not uncommon at times…)

The moment the adventurers conceived to correct their mistakes, the lightweight warriors who saw it as an opportunity cut in, saying it had nothing to do with us (Forest Cobolt) living in a rich land!

"Uhhh!!

"Guh, guh!?" Hey, jeopardize!?

If you jump back and wield a long sword, the person will step in and cut it up even sharply, although they only ate a flash of what they heard leaking.

"Guh, Volua!" Ugh, depressing!

This side (this one) also grabs the sheath suspended in the sword belt with his left palm, while quickly grasping the pattern of the song knife with his right palm, releasing the divine speed pluck from the low position!

"Guh!?

A glimmer of Werewolf Dog power and speed flashes brilliantly, not only playing the impending murder blade, but even breaking the Raider's posture.

Just now, he stuck his right knee because he was full of gaps in good shape, and wore an unprotected jaw tip with an upper kick rolling out of that state.

"Guvu."

"Kufaoo... 'Sleep a little...'"

While stealing the consciousness of his bloody opponent after a slight attack, let's see how Buster is cutting off with the other avant-garde warrior he's been setting up somewhat late.

As a result, an unconscious moment, a bowman woman jumped obliquely from behind a falling lightweight warrior, pointing her at my abdomen at a distance penetrating each piece of leather armor.

"Eat, beast."

"Gauoua: You're a rude guy" "

As the arrow is released, he pulls himself away and escapes the ray, jumping straight into the right side and slamming his back fist into her head.

"Shh, uhh..."

"Wow!" Oops!

"Aww."

Shortly after eating a fistfight and blurring his opponent's neck, and relentlessly knocking in the aiming knife and letting him faint, a dull crushing noise and Buster's upset voice inadvertently reaches Chemo's ear.

"Guru, wooa!? (What?!?)"

Keeping the still surviving magician in sight, he stood stunned in front of the defeated avant-garde warrior if he repositioned himself and checked the situation.

It should be noted that the beloved sword held in its hand is broken from the ground up to stunning.

"Gaa, goo! Wohu...... Gao

(Damn, that sucks! I can't forgive you...... let's kill him) "

A childhood tame with a quiet anger and a blurry, murmuring arm black giant lifts his left palm and stretches out the paws of a werewolf dog painted with paralysis poison produced in his body.

I thought I'd gotten used to people because I've been interacting with people from Viel Village lately, but my original rough temper doesn't seem to change.

Half-conscious, the faces of the adventurers who made a scene together in the guild joint tavern in the core city pass behind their brains and accidentally pinch their mouths.

"Vofalguruah, Gukwuah Wow

"It's barren, so stop it, it must have been the limit already" "

"GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOG?

(Ugh, but... what's wrong with me?) "

Even as he roared dissatisfied, Buster put away his paralyzed nails, gripping the pattern of the broken sword and swinging left and right with Prapra.

"Gwwwwww, wow on...... kwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww

"I'll get you a new one later, by the way... are you good enough?"

"There's no futility in doctrine, surrender. The effect of a mask or something, you can understand the language."

The accidental skirmish had already ended coarsely (and openly) when the magician man, who had unloaded the scepter from earlier and also fogged his magic, answered with a convulsive face, finally allowing for legitimate communication of will.

"Wooga, Gruggagar: Now, we're the cobolts of the journey."

"No, you're almost a werewolf mutant!

"Gahhhhhhhhhhh, Gahhhhhhhhhhh, Gahhhhhhhhhhhhh, Gahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

"The information on the requisition indicates that a few warrior-type mutants of good stature led the attack on the livestock of the village of Lisette, didn't they?

When he nodded with a clear (snarling) look at the inquiry and told him that he had traveled from the rear kingdom, a magician who was throwing a surprise (much) glance at the buster was drooled.

Then take a glance at the three fellow adventurers who fell into the surrounding grassland and exhale a heavy sigh.

"Sorry I set you up all of a sudden, it's karma this time"

"Gaawoon...... wow, gurua

"You really are...... let's go, Buster" "

"Wolwww, wolwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww?

(Wait, do you mind if I get you something?) "

Most of the time it was a long sword removed by a lightweight warrior who let go of consciousness… certainly not to mention until he bought it somewhere, in addition to being unforgivable on foot, they also caused the big sword to break in the first place.

"Guvogah... 'That long sword...'"

"Whatever you want, it's not mine."

Understanding the throwing words, Buster walks over to his wretched rolling opponent and pulls his sheath out of the sword belt at his waist.

With the sword of the object I had picked up there, I watched it rise loosely, and I turned my heel back as I focused on hearing and magic detection.

Walk away in a state of readiness just in case... they raised the white flag exactly as they said, and I don't feel the intention of targeting the sorcerer on this side of his back.

"Gah, Gahroooooooooooooooooo viol

"Well, let's get back to the task of finding lunch" "

"Gwolfau, guavovo oruvo on?

(Doesn't the dagger bother you if you wait too long?) "

While flaunting his shoulders at the childhood familiarity of the cooling arm-black giant, he brains his way from his current location to Port Town to procure a replacement for the broken sword.

In the process there was Verona, a city of blacksmiths and martial arts, which is likely also based on earlier adventurers.