The Peerless Kobold (WN)

"Gaoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

"Waf, waan."

I am not willing to contact (from) any more than necessary with the obsessive Moon Shinto extremists or jihadist brigades, so I disengage from the side (buckwheat) of the cathedral, which was partially damaged just when my purpose was achieved, and hide myself again in the wood on the outer edge.

Two or eight groups of militiamen rushed off, breaking down the roof and leaning against the spire.

"... it's packed, they'll all be destroyed."

Inspired by one shrugging in his emotional fallen voice, reaching right into his neck and stroking him, the man next to him who was cruising gives him a gloomy (depressing) look.

"Surely there's no denying the possibility of beheading."

"No, wait, if nature collapses, isn't it the carpenters whose necks fly?

"But I don't think that Kvar teacher will get the right theory. Besides, it's incontrovertible to think of it separately from the raids in the square, and we can't be held responsible for the defense of the Cathedral."

While I implicitly told him to stop the hopeful observation, he could not forbid sympathy for the magnificent militia that had become silent, but in a way he could say he deserved it.

Even if the circumstances are different from each other, it was he himself who decided to belong to the extremists with his empathy for conveniently twisted beliefs, as well as his profit and loss account.

(Well, aside from that...)

As this person (here) thinks, it is difficult to understand the current situation.

Technically, I would be glad to receive that the reason for the collapse of the spire is still unknown, and assume that if we foment war on the disciples (naughty), we will be tired.

Daily, the more brave the privileged classes tread back and forth in the safety zone, so many refrain from acting if close and great damage occurs.

You were a mercenary, too.

If I was accidentally imprisoned by some nostalgia, I would be lightly poked sideways by a surprised buster. Reflectively, Miya shook her head and led her gaze to the street, confirming, "Why don't you just withdraw?"

I have no particular objection, so I nod honestly and jump into the narrow alley of the near field and kick up the left and right walls alternately.

He turned around on the last landed roof and took a glimpse (best) of the damaged extremist cathedral before running out to the western capital fence.

"Wolwauuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu

"Gah, groooooooooooooooooooooooo? (Ha, enough as a warning, right?)"

Side by side the flames of the still burning square, listening to wild horses tunneling outdoors, crossing light mouths and so forth through the settlement.

The double walls that eventually arrive are easy to break because they have a corridor and a staircase leading to the defensive tower on the inside, so you just have to kill the drop speed with the wind magic rising airflow (updraft), including your partner, when you jump.

Therefore, he returns to the path that came smoother than at the time of the invasion, leaving Constantia, the capital of the Republic, and exiting into the wilderness... with the sound of grasshopping (Kusa) Ri, the fox comes face-to-face to assault him.

"Waaa ~ n."

"Wow."

I had noticed multiple familiar signs, so I caught my sister in space with one hand and released her all I could in the direction of the day after tomorrow.

"Cuh!? Kua ~ ~ n"

"Wafioau... (What are you doing...)"

The werewolves lying on the meadow also show up as Lancer, who took on the slaughter spear in a frivolous manner, walked over.

With everyone already wearing human skin and a lot of strange faces mixed in, judging by the red copper hair, Eyman, a man who thinks he's tough, and his gaze is in contact (from).

"Don't make me wait too long."

"Gu, wolu (Mmm, sorry)"

"I'm still worried, even though I think it's okay."

I gently apologized to Uld, who stuck his fingertips out, and then sounded the skeleton deforming, and when I was making a simulation (too much) to the great silver hair, I could hear some heavy sighing.

"Vogvargaoawolwoo, Valua."

"Pfft, getting used to it will save you all you need for your activities, Lord Buster"

If you look back at the words of a werewolf girl spinning on Lang et al., the restoration efficiency of magic is good as long as basic abilities are lost when she is in a humanized state, or she doesn't feel as hungry.

Even though I was secretly good at it, I was able to adjust myself again, and tightened the adjustment fitting of the leather armor according to the body with slightly reduced muscle mass.

A little late, the werewolf dogs with unsatisfactory arms and black giants, beside (Kawawa), who also became the big man characterised by wet-feathered hair (wet), and their sister fox, who had actually turned into her favorite village daughter Maril (false), joined them, whether she was exercising the unique ability of figure modeling in a remote place.

(The village chief deputy is subtly unfortunate in character, but he's adorable in silence)

Since the village of Viel, where she lives, is to be incorporated into the newly established Easterian territory, will she also have many opportunities to consult on what to do when she returns?

Since boulders have no experience in territorial management, perhaps you should wish for a professor from the Duke of Felias, who has faculty.

"... was there something bothering you, Silver Wolf Hall?

"No, it's just a sort of calculation."

As soon as he receives Wood's inquiry, Ayman, who was listening in the near field, returns his heel.

"If there's no clue, let's withdraw."

"Right, Miss Aisha will be waiting too"

"Why, you mix other things up with this sight..."

As far as the unreliable man (Bulakan), who somehow became a troubled face, seems to understand the favor of a happy knight warrant lady. Then I saw if I should not say anything wild, and I was unhappy about Muriel, and I poured it into the water and went home.

Along the way, after retrieving the luggage hidden by the werewolves in the wilderness, they intermingle into the left wing, with the Demir army at its core, with nothing to eat, multiplied by the hustle and bustle of the Armenian Royal Army when it surrenders after the night raid.

It should be noted that we left the report to the formidable old lord to the direct subordination, Ayman the Red Wolf, and we headed to the seat of the Cavalier Lady… where we completed a brief transmission about tonight's assault and dived into the assigned tent bunk.