The Peerless Kobold (WN)

"Mm, I can't, I can't hold it off anymore"

But running away in front of the enemy is a felony.

"Then I'll have to kill you... guh!?

One of the weak-hearted remaining soldiers restarts the Iron Sword in front of him, and the flat (hiraguchi) side of the sword is slapped into his face, jumping the score he tried to prevent and hitting him directly in the face.

After glancing at the weak (jazz) who dared to faint (ah), the Werewolf Dog, who handled the Great Sword as if it were a blunt instrument, stepped diagonally, causing the jaw (jaw) of the outsider (rickety), who stood on the battlefield, to devour the fist like an uppercut (ah) with his left hand away from the sword pattern.

"Gu Gu, ugh..."

"Vaalfaoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo"

At the time of the fall of the brain-shaking, diverse soldiers, besides the belligerent busters, were sweeping their enemies, and we were the only ones alive on the east side of the square with overlapping groans… Multiple bows and arrows fly from the western and southern sights (also only Yagura), as the fear of accidental fire was reduced.

Even if we didn't hit him early because of the distance, just in case each of us leaned aside (by the side) from the munitions stacked in two or three steps, we could now hear a slight footsteps for one platoon approaching from the south side.

"Valoia, wogglevaa woon."

"Ku, woan."

"" Gruuuuuu! (Leave it to me!) ""

Listening to the replies of Lancers and werewolves of the Holy Spear who responded petitely, he faced a reinforcement security platoon that had bypassed crates, large bags, etc. occupying the majority of the square, and smiled without thinking of the appearance of him storming in a longitudinal row with an emphasis on mobility.

In order to exhaust everything from the beginning to the rear, unlock the magic that was accompanying the novice's grasp and fire another "Storm Strike” from the palms in front of him!

"Wolfalua, guruaao!! (roaring storm (spiral) heh, eat up!)"

"" Guuuuuuu!?

"" "Uh-oh!

Hurricane (Gufu) containing several small wind blades instantly sprayed flashly as it chopped up soldiers in a straight line and rendered them incapable of combat.

Eventually, after a storm had left, a large number of wounded soldiers rolled onto the cobblestone, creating a tragedy that resonated with a chorus of sad voices, causing them to feel somewhat sorry for themselves.

(Obviously hypocritical, sounds stupid...)

Even if you want to protect someone close to you, or a war that might be on its extension, you can't be completely indifferent to killing a hostile.

“If you get trapped in sentiment, you die, but it's not the same as killing a demon brake or a beast, is it?" he said, recalling the first time in his previous life that he had truncated an enemy soldier (vagina), and his father's replacement, the mercenary commander, was in a seat to celebrate his victory.

"... Wah, gavogvaruuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu

Switch the sense of being misguided with shallow harmony, and look around overlooking (fluttering) to be alert for any enemy wounded soldiers who show disturbing movement.

Then he finished sprinkling the olive oil that he had brought with him, and took a distance from the shadow of the munitions that had been piled up together.

As a result, the firefighter's sister, Fox, floats a curse-mix over both palms as the guard archers, once again arrayed in the sight (only Yagura), fire at less precise ranges.

"Quagalua ou, quang? (You can burn it now, can't you, brother?)"

"Waf, Gong (ah, please)"

"Wah, gruuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu

Apparently, the White Wolf mage Azel, who can also handle fire attributes, accompanies the words, stretching one arm with magic caged straight ahead.

A burst (burst F) bullet was fired from its left palm, more efficient than the two fox fires emitted by his sister, burning crates and large bags stained with edible oil.

"Uh-oh, wah-oh... (uh-oh, subtle sense of defeat...)"

"Gah, Valuaou."

The flames of the sister fox, who had been stripped of her stock, burned smoothly, and the black smoke that arose closed her sight from the sight (only Yagura) and rose to the night sky.

"What, those guys, let's get the fire on... oh, shit!"

"If you don't turn it off, it hurts, your ribs... ugh"

While the guards lying on the cobblestone tried to move to Russia even if they didn't die in the earlier battle...

Bear-free werewolf opponents pass through a dead gesture, and while they are relatively minor injuries, they fall asleep with enemy demon mentors and other people, but my turn has turned, I get to finish.

Around the corner you can still hear the hustle and bustle from the north side of the square, the separate moving squad commanded by Red Wolf Warrior Chief Ayman seems to be in a struggle, so he let the right amount of wind with attribute magic to succeed in the fire meter as quickly as he could reach it.

Provide air with care not to extinguish the flame with excessive momentum, while gradually causing it to extend by stirring in the western direction with man-made strong winds.

"Ah, Wafakurwo? (Does that smell good?)"

"Ugh... the food is burning"

"You did it, outsiders."

"What, now that the battle (...) is over (...), then (...) come on (...)"

Aside from my sister, who shook her tail up stimulated by the scent of cereals burning, she sighed heartily at her diligence to the point of stupidity that it would not be the dialogue that a soldier lying on the ground with wounds should say.