The Peerless Kobold (WN)

A little time retroactively (retroactively), about half an hour before the Armenian Royal Army launched a night raid on the capital of the Republic... A group of wolves (grunts) were walking through the meadows, blinding themselves with their reflected light, relying solely on the moonlight.

Although they are aiming at an unpopular stone wall that deviates greatly (so) from the Third Capital Gate, an outer moat is set up that is difficult to jump over in front of, and sea water is drawn from the port area on the north side of Constantia.

Of course, the landfill streets that lead across the outer moat to each capital gate are constantly monitored, and if you accidentally approach the gate, even in a few wolves, you are likely to be shot from enemy archers packing in a narrow compartment set up between the outer and inner walls.

He stopped his limb by the outside moat (buckwheat), and the red copper (wolf) colored wolf (vanguard) turned around behind him and whispered.

"Wow... Aval, Wak (it's time... Azel, Malik)"

"Woowan (OK)"

"Guruaouvakul (Leave it to me, Warrior Leader)"

Two white wolves (Hakuru) of the mage (wizard) class who responded to the call enter and fly a fine magic wave, confirming that there are no Republic Mage soldiers within a 30-meter radius.

Originally, there were a lot of deductions (and fees) for being able to handle intermediate and higher actual magic, so I'm not a magician soldier except for those who chose the military school's magician department for economic reasons, and the absolute number of people in the military is small in any country... just in case.

The two who were temporarily silent made sure that there were no obstacles, then proceeded to the edge of the outer moat and immersed (hissed) one forelimb (mami) in the sea water.

"Vaoalvoo, Gwov."

It degenerates the directional water attribute magic, slowly freezing the surface of a wide range of outer moat waters without rushing to make as much noise as possible.

After a slightly longer period of physical sensation, ice crosslinks were formed in front of everyone's eyes as the other allies tended to be aware of hearing and smell for peripheral vigilance.

With a glimpse of the finish, Warrior Chief Red Wolf Ayman takes the lead and follows (stumbles) the subsequent wolves as they protrude to avoid slipping their stretched nails.

Although the grass is mowed at the tip of the outer moat due to its topography, it is unlikely to recognize it from a monitoring tower at a distance because human dark vision is low if you stay close to the darkness between the walls.

(When you get used to the light of the pine light, you can't see the distance, even if you can see it nearby?)

Remembering what Diub, the esteemed leader of the group, told him when he was younger, Ayman bit into a leather harness that was beside him and removed the attached beast bag.

That was followed by a similar movement when the wolves became light-hearted, when the Royal Army moved out and the alarm rang louder than multiple watchtowers.

"Wow, wow. Wow. Wow."

"" Waaaah. ""

The wolves skeleton within a loud noise to deceive, transforming the body into the original figure of a werewolf with bigger nail teeth (yes) and muscles than a common cobolt.

Without a heart or a sense of liberation, they removed their hipsters from their leather bags and wore them to Xu (Molluscs).

(A cloak of hipster is still good...)

It is only recently that the werewolves are equipped with light armor and weapons from a defensive performance point of view, but if you look at the historical history, there is a hunting culture in which they have protected their bodies with their own fur and hunted their prey with sharp nails and fangs.

Even a long time ago in the lair, the male had a piece of hipster, showing off (appealing) his forged flesh to the middle-minded females in grandeur.

However, if he gets a bow and arrow on the spot, he will be hit directly and injured, so Ayman commands without a long stay, and roughly half of the cloth bags divided into small pieces by three hemp strings (clams).

While the werewolves were doing the work, the former guards of the Royal Army, who reached near the belligerent zone, simultaneously roared and began to intimidate (ike) the Republican Army's defensive forces gathered on two internal and external defensive walls.

"Vakul, Uruuuuuuu? (Warrior Captain, isn't that right?)"

"Woah, gah."

In response to the defeat, the roar from the defensive side also burst (mostly) under the situation, the attention of the opponent pokes the gap facing the front, and the werewolves run through the blind spot just below the wall in a low position.

Distorted, they sneak sickly to the closed Third Capital Gate, alert the broken castle hammer and attach it to the already unloaded sheet metal drop lattice to tie the wrapped fire (...) medicine (...) in (...) Ri (...) cloth (...) bag (...) at regular intervals.

In addition, what was left of the subdivision was thrown in front of the gate (Monpi) faster than the gap in the lattice, leaving the Royal Army in reverse of what had been carefully progressive (asthmatic).

The enemy soldiers, disoriented by the nearby armies, do not realize the presence of a group of wolves, and they emit bows and arrows in two rows that can be quickly fired by the smooth rotation of the front and rear from the outer wall.

"" "How to shoot, start!

"" "Respond!!

"" Huh, wind cutting noise!?

"" Set up a shield!!

Wherever the avant-garde units of the Royal Army took a defensive stance and set up an impromptu large shield connecting the timber of the supplies… There was no room to prepare a sufficient quantity, and it was inevitable that the limbs of those who covered the steeple with medium-sized shields were stabbed deeply.

Soldiers who hit directly on their thighs, legs, etc. break down their posture and inadvertently leak painful mixed groans.

"" Guuuuuu ""

"" Ugh, ugh... "

"Stand down, the wounded. Don't push."

"You guys, don't die in a hurry!!

As the cheering platoon captains put it, the main means of attack on the defensive side of the siege are bows and arrows and stone-throwing, so there is no good chance of fatalities if you don't make reckless advances.

However, the center and right wing of the Royal Army gradually packing the distance to the capital defensive wall were good, and the left wing stopped by the effective range of bows and arrows showed some strange appearance.

With the exception of Zatras and parts of the Demir territorial army who know the circumstances, the army cracks to the left and right where even the Friends begin to question why they don't move, and Diub Janabal, a formidable old man in command, shows up.

Earlier, a howl of red wolf (Seiko) arrived at the hearing from the sharpening werewolf, and the old lord, knowing that things had been well carried at the end of his mouth, hoisted the end of his mouth, pointing a look like (from) to the (...) bow (...) soldier (...) of silver (...) hair (...) nestled next to him.

Let me show you the skill and skill of the Holy Beast of Selkram.

"... did you hear that?"

"Oh, my gosh, the Cathedral Church crusaded the Black Rain!"

"Chip, I'm not very good at curves, don't expect too much."

As I prepare my excuses for not falling ahead, I offer an arrow directly next to the top with multiple rolls of oil paper wrapped around it.

"Wow (give me a fire)"

"Mm-hmm. Okay."

Maril (false), shaking her slightly flax hair, nodded and floated a fox fire between her palms, lighting the tip of the arrow with a curse that was difficult to extinguish by normal means.

Sometimes I've always seen how easily I handle it, and without thinking deeply about it, I put the machine bow baroque obliquely, adjusted the elevation angle and squeezed the string. My sister, who is the (...) person (...) person (...), had corrections in it.

(Hot, so hot!?)

Without it, my left hand, which is close to the heat source, is seared (abrasive), but lean and painfully fitted, and I shoot a fire arrow at a landmark marked with night light butterfly scales.

Because the corresponding distance is small, the surrounding Demil soldiers were supposed to fire firearms at the same time when they were outside...

Whether the magic of the windscreen in the windscreen was successful or just lucky, the roar sounded louder than before, and the Third Capital Gate was surrounded by a tremendous blast of flames and bustle.