The story above on the north side came together.
Not a very preferred story, but he wants to take the form of giving Eckezaks to the swordsman on the south side.
If you are a swordsman in an already occupied country, the dragon is no match for a pre-emptive attack.
Quite a bit of speech would arise, but since there was no way we could rebuild where there was one of the strongest swords, it was somewhat to give in.
The question is how to eliminate the run.
There is no way you can beat a mad warrior who has learned to restrain himself on the terms prepared by Arcana.
If so, we just have to grip our weaknesses and let them resign.
But that's what the other guy knew, and all the men who came out of the tempera were gathered in one place.
A dignitary rents out an inn that stops, and more soldiers pack around it.
It was very easy to understand and protect, and it seemed difficult to break through this.
An almost absolute safety zone is secured, with enough fighting power available to protect it.
In that situation, organizational capacity has already manifested itself. I'm trying to keep it strong.
Easiest and surest, unable to forcibly break through by strength.
That was a terminal representation of the current situation with limited hands.
"That's it."
"That's easy to understand..."
It's almost impossible to expose someone staying in a robust inn.
If so, it is best to aim for when you leave the inn.
But it was an easy trap to understand that I would regularly take turns going out.
Anyway, the faces inside the tempera were all muscular, wearing a unique ethnic costume that was easy to understand.
We are now stranded in a midday mess, but with soldiers in leather armor all around us, we can tell right away with a little caution.
"It's close to house arrest, you'll naturally feel like getting out. But even so..."
"It's just a little overt... even though they also have flying tools"
"But it's also true that there's no other hand"
North or south, there's only magic, magic and spells around here.
Now is the time when almost all rare magic and its lineage are coming together in the kingdom of Arcana, but that is a story confined to Arcana.
There are no such crazy stories around.
When that happens, I have a limited number of hands I can really hit.
The basics of attack and defense are manageable, but there are not so many ways to break in, whether it's an enemy or an abduction.
Yes, no matter how many states are cooperating, rare magic is' rare 'and we can't do anything about it.
You have a limited number of hands, so you have to ride their invitations as well.
Even if that's a trap, get over it and eat it up and take it away from you.
"... are they both drunk song fists"
"You're a user of the art of stunning a certain range of opponents."
Anyway, it works for the average soldier. "
"The problem is... that's distance. If the distance is wrong... there's no problem."
The collection of information made it extremely difficult.
Anyway, the opponent is a group of ten rare magics. Many saw their technique, but many were confused that they did not know what it was.
Exceptionally, however, it was easy to gather information and much more precise with regard to the four fists.
Alcohol Fist, Misty Shadow Fist, Poison Fist, Quadruple Fist.
These were previously described by public classes at schools in the Kingdom of Arcana.
The countries were also looking into it, so there was almost no problem.
"Have you heard that there are users of Misty Shadow Fist around?
"I don't know... but there's no unnatural space around."
"It's impossible to think that he's not there... but if you're on guard, he's not kiri"
"... we had to throw away more stones than we had to"
"Totally... it's a hassle."
"Different."
The two current users of the liquor song fist were walking around Wang Du while accompanying ordinary soldiers around them as escorts.
Of course, it makes sense to invite an ambush, but more importantly, it means mood swings.
No matter how privileged you are, there's no way you can enjoy being pushed into an inn.
Naturally, I get tired of it and want to come out on the surface.
"What kind of snitch is trying to kidnap me? We'll throw it and strangle him."
"Oh, you're absolutely right."
Well, all the faces in the tempera are martial artists.
He is a first-rate combat group, having also gained experience in war the other day.
It was natural for them to get on track, and it was natural for them to be outraged.
Very few men have quite a sense of crisis and tension.
But that's part of it, and not everyone is thorough and keeps a sense of crisis.
Otherwise it was a gap, a hole. It is a long way from the constant battlefield, a misplaced idea between.
The soldiers around me tended to lose their minds because the two people they were escorting were like that.
I know the importance of the task, because the opponent was a soldier, not a noble one, and he escorted me day after day without any particular affordability.
What if it ends in vain?
Isn't that just the end of walking by two nasty men?
Soldiers walking well in posture, but their brains were ambiguous.
The training is well received, so even if the enemy suddenly appeared, he would immediately get in shape and defend his escort.
But that was also a condition that would not have been achieved if the other person had come out first.
(You're in position.)
(You can go anytime)
He pokes at the prey's unexpected, knocks it down unnoticed, and strips it as-is.
Exactly in the original hunting, the 'real battle' world, which should also be called the battle of the wild, the slackening of its mind was deadly.
There is no way I would try to expose two large adults in a situation where there are many figures around me, grandiose in the daylight of the Wang capital.
'They' were placed so as to poke such a preconception.
It specifies its aim with a small crossbow that it can carry, rather than a particularly flighty weapon.
The most important thing for the guys in the back job is not to let them notice until the attack hits and takes effect.
Like a snake swallowing a rat whole from behind, he takes the lead and strikes first hand as the king.
There is no such thing as an attack or a rush or a collapse or a restraint.
Naturally, it is cowardly.
But at the same time, it is a skilled move.
However cluttered, if more than one man had set his crossbow "properly" aim, his surroundings would notice and scream and his subjects would be alert.
If so, naturally, the crossbow will be placed in the correct way and the aim will not be defined.
Extremely difficult to target, in a susceptible position due to recoil, but you have to let it hit you without hitting a mess.
"Yeah, hey, did you hear about the format of the run game? I hear you've made up your mind."
"Oh, first you narrow it down to a hundred, and it sounds like a hundred people against that hundred."
"Normally, it wouldn't be enough to fight a hundred people, no matter how much strength they have..."
"He's bottomless..."
The prepared arrows are coated with more than ten times the 'lethal dose' of paralytic medicine.
lethal amount, so it will no longer seem like a poison, but it is not.
Most medicines have lethal amounts, and even paralytic drugs can lead to a life-threatening crisis if they are too large.
Thus, paralytic drugs that exceed ten times the lethal dose are by no means exaggerated.
When it comes to why you have that much paralysis medicine, it would be because the other person is taking a panacea that bantows.
If you eat them in advance, they'll heal you even if your body gets poisoned.
As this information is true, the only way to restrain the man taking it is to punch in a drug that even that panacea just can't cure.
"Damn, I feel sorry for the guy who wants to be a serious user of Eckezax."
"The sword that can kill a dragon that anyone can use, in fact, only the most powerful user can own it..."
(Now!
A small, high pitch sound that can be heard by those who have trained.
Signal it, an arrow was fired from all directions.
They were all hit by two soldiers of the escort and a drunken fist, without taking their aim off.
"... ah?
"... Huh?
They were hitting each other's abdomens, 'appearing' without touching them before. Stunning to see that.
I can't believe we're being targeted at this time right now.
Such thought was passing through the back of my brain.
The same is true of the soldiers.
Everyone was shouting at us when they saw it.
"So, enemy attack!
"Ah, an assassin! The assassins are nearby!
"No, it's a secret detective! I'm going to detain the two of you inside the tempera!
"Stand up! You must be close!
(What do you mean?!
(Run, the operation is a failure!
Yes, the arrow was hit.
Perhaps even eating pan peaches would make my body immobile. With that, but everyone was alive.
It was obvious from what I saw.
The arrows unleashed, they did hit. But where my body stabbed me, I hit my clothes and fell to the ground.
The scouts had chosen to evacuate before thinking about what had happened.
Perhaps there was a rare magic 'something', while I guessed.
Distracted by the crowd trying to escape by the screams of the soldiers, he tried to escape at first sight.
"Shh, shh!
"Hey, what the fuck?!
"Hi-hi, okay!?
And fell on the spot.
I feel dizzy, I don't know the ground, I have a crazy sense of equilibrium.
Even if you can move your hands and feet, you can't stand up properly.
I can't even crawl properly.
(Ko, is this a booze song fist?!
(Stupid, I should have been far enough!
(There was an ambush?! But where have you been hiding?
Of course, it does not mean that the targeted users of the liquor song fist were widening the scope of their operations by Eckezax.
It was merely the ambush of a liquor song fist that was tumbling the surrounding crowd together.
The question would be, where were you hiding?
"Yes, yes, I'm sorry..."
"In a few moments, I'll cancel the surgery."
"Hey, let me tell you something, even women and children make sure, okay?
"I know!
About ten users of liquor song fists were confirming the 'hands' of the fallen folk while expanding the technique to its fullest extent.
If you look at your hands, you can see immediately what they are mastering, even if you don't say so, you can see signs of practicing crossbows on boulders.
The more skilled I was, the easier it was to discover.
"Whoa, I was here. I'll tie you up."
"You may just like crossbows, so be gentle ~"
"Hey, how many arrows were there? That's the least you can do."
"If you aim from afar, aren't you already on the run?
They were able to change their sight as they were being held captive, whether or not they were.
They were still discovering foreign objects in the blue of the sky, being unconscious back and forth by booze fists.
Yes... there was a ship of stones floating, hidden by the Misty Shadow Fist.
"You guys, what's up?
"Like you said you'd be ripped off by an arrow."
"Ugh, let it go!
"I'll do it next time!
(Ya... Again, it was a trap!
(But why... why didn't the arrow stab you?!
Our own operation failed.
Soldiers from other countries looking at it from afar will confirm it and think of another hand.
In that sense, it is not a futile failure.
But that's why I think about it.
What kind of technique and tools were used in this operation?