Trinitas Mundus

Stella, who had left the village of Millis, endured the temptation to ride her horse and let her run.

(If you ride a horse, you can go back fast. But this darkness, if the horse slips his leg, he won't be able to carry it there... even though he wants to go back as soon as possible...)

She felt in a hurry, but insinuated herself, trying calmly to carry out her mission.

(Urgency calls for mistakes. Calm down. Yes, calm down, calm down no matter what...)

Any emotions fell out of her eyes and drove down a narrow path as dark as a machine.

Around 3am on October 7th.

About two and a half hours after sending Stella out, the bodies of the orcs were beginning to accumulate in front of the formation.

Unlike yesterday, damage also began to be inflicted on the Crusading Army advance party, where nearly twenty people were attacked with sticks and suffered major injuries. Five of them had also died empty of healer treatment.

Furthermore, the magic of Ray and Alberic and the other healers began to reach their limits, and the injured were only given first aid and sat on the ground.

Ray, who used his magic to the point of criticism, had created a neighborhood under his eyes and had lost his life from his face.

(Out of magic. If I could lay down for at least two hours, I'd be able to recover quite a bit...... I shouldn't be saying that because we're all working harder on the other side. really tight)

He was thinking about our future.

(Not a day has passed yet, and five people have died. You have to endure at least two more days, but you'll never have that much, you can't have... me, Ash, Stella, Mr. Hamish... we're all going to die...)

He was pretty weak because of his fatigue and out of magic. And the mouth count was extremely low, and apart from what was necessary, it was no longer speaking.

Ashley was afraid of how he was doing.

(That's awkward. Looks pretty good in that way. Ray has never been in this kind of adversity. It was also a terrible situation when I was attacked by Theron - an adventurer who had been attacked by them in the city of Morton - and even more by Azaro - the bishop of the Light Divinity, but it's just extra troublesome to have time to think about it now. We have to keep an eye on it so that we don't abandon ourselves)

She calls Ray to rest a little, but his reaction is not fragrant.

"I can't just rest. We're all struggling with the pain... so Stella's not home yet, is she? Did something happen? Was it a failure to let you go alone?... Maybe we won't make it. We're all gonna die like this..."

Ashley feels a dangerous sign of his powerless words.

She stopped thinking and suddenly hugged him.

And lay his own lips on his lips.

"I'm alive. You're alive, too. What do you say? You feel a little bit?

Ignore what happened and confuse him and keep talking.

"You should rest. After this, Stella comes. And we're gonna have a pretty impossible fight, aren't we? That way, there will be more injuries. That's when your magic would be better for everyone. For my people, no, now would you rest for me"

Ray laughed quietly, "I'll let you do that," he muttered, lowering his back to the ground.

Ashley exhales a breath of relief in his heart at his condition.

(Sounds like you can handle it. when Stella will be back later, but no matter how much Stella, it will take another hour)

I watched it take an hour and a half each way, no matter how much of a nocturnal beast man in the dark at my feet.

I was calculating that if I were to find the rope and have thirty minutes to put it on the horse, it would take three and a half hours.

(The later, the tougher it gets. Come back soon, Stella......)

Did her wish go through, a few minutes later, I could hear the sound of a capocapo with horse hooves standing.

Stella pulls the horse out of the dark and calls out to Ray with a rough breath.

"Oh, it's late. I brought you a rope."

Ray hugs Stella with a rough breath, says, "Thank you, rest" and makes her sit down.

"Captain! It's a rope! Cut it short and turn some around!

Ashley and the rest of the razor squad start cutting ropes to his screams.

Ray explains the precautions while they are cut to about a meter in length.

"You don't need to tie it tight. If you can't pull it out, you can tie it any way you want! Anyway, connect as many bodies as you can quickly. Then, the front doesn't have to be tied up. Left and right, just focus on the side!

He dared to leave the front empty, so that he could attack from the front without having to eliminate the left and right walls.

(If you can attack from the front, you shouldn't risk coming left or right. The reverse version of ”The encircler lacks - the words of the grandson that he should not block his way out -"... the point is, you just have to buy time to rest. Of the six squads if it's just the front, just one spot, so you should be able to earn quite a break)

He wasn't sure he would do what he thought he would do, but decided it was better to consolidate the sides rather than turn less power to the three sides.

In a few minutes or so, the rope is cut, and Hamish calls out to everyone.

"We're going to attack at once on my signal!

And when I pull out my love sword myself, I say, "Battousai! Follow me! shouting," and sending a signal to all.

"Assault!"

To his voice, from soldiers who should have been tired, he said, "Ooh!!" "The roar rises.

The orcs are getting poorly footed with their fellow corpses, and they float into an unexpected enemy offense, stabbed to death one after the other.

A razor squad composed of swordsmen using two-handed swords danced there, adding archers' shooting, so that the orcs' confusion hung in applause. Immediately, Tamers' instructions alone turned into such a mayhem that it couldn't be cleaned up.

"Classes four, five, six! Previous!"

Three task forces with ropes in Ray's voice run down in front of the formation.

Due to the raging sword squad led by Hamish, the oaks' attention turns to you, delaying them from noticing the soldiers piling up the oak's body and tying it with rope.

A few minutes later, the orcs finally realized they were headed for the work squad, but in the eyes of the manipulators (Tamer), who were hundreds of meters away, they did not know what they were doing and gave instructions to head for the more dangerous razor squad.

(It's a success for now. Is it about a meter high? I wanted to make it a little higher, but you can't do this any more. At this height, you shouldn't fall if you push it, and it should weigh enough. I get defenseless when I get over it. Consider it just the right height......)

He looked at the body of an oak with a vain eye and questioned for a moment what he was doing.

(Even though it is a demon, can I do this? Wouldn't that be blasphemy against the dead... No, I can't say that right now. We have no choice but to survive.)

The earth base of an oak body made on both sides was completed.

When the bards sang this battle, they must have used this word.

“The Red Arms built the base" Tori "with the oak wreckage" Murrow ".

Yurki Bindler, a Demonic General, looked at the sudden enemy offense with a final scratch and leeway, wondering if such power still existed.

It seemed to chase around the two-handed swordsmen without shields, killing a few, and also causing considerable damage to the avant-garde that came forward.

(That's your last scratch. Are you gonna pull out after this? Or is that jade crushing?

He loses his voice for a moment when the confusion subsides and he sees enemy positions floating in the darkness with the light of the demonic props.

In his eyes were the bases built with the bodies of dozens or hundreds of families.

But he was immediately smiling sparingly.

(I wonder what they were doing, they were building a dirt base with the corpses of the orcs... but just as well collapse as they did earlier. It has already dealt considerable damage to the enemy as well. That magician stopped using magic, too. No, I guess I can't use it anymore. You can win with one more push. You just have to break the base to the gap where you're attacking from the front...)

As well as letting the attack hang from the front, he gave instructions to get the heap of left and right bodies out of the way.

The attack from the front was almost as ineffective as ever, but the orcs approach the base in a gap where the enemy's attention is facing the front.

The archers, led by Alberic, did not shoot and were static in order to save arrows.

Yurki interpreted the enemy's arrows to be exhausted, as well as a further loss of energy in the way of the task of cleaning up the body.

(Again. That was my last scratch... if the body cleans up, I'll take the offense and crush it all at once)

An orc under his orders approaches the pile of corpses.

They don't attack even close to the critical point, so pull a full force to pull the body out as it is, but with the power of an oak they can't collapse to the point of slight movement.

To put his strength into it, when he stood up, he became the bait of a sticking out spear.

"What! Why don't you move! What's happening?!

No one answered Yurki's question, and he let the dark clouds storm the oak and drain his power.

Twenty magicians are placed on the front and ten magicians on the left and right by Ray's measures. Left and right magicians were instructed to attack only when they saw the enemy.

This greatly increased the time to rest and allowed the advance party to regain strength.

Ray was also treating an injured soldier during that time.

(Three were hit in the razor squad. Four avant-gardes too...... couldn't they have done better? No, my thoughts are going negative...)

Ashley worried about him again, suggesting he take a break, and now he's honestly lying down.

(Lying down, the smell of blood pokes my nose. Looks like all the moisture in the air has turned into blood... can we see the morning sun in a few hours... today at sunset. And tomorrow morning sun...)

When he lay down, he fell asleep unconscious in less than a minute.

Hamish was satisfied that he was able to improve the situation.

But regardless of his own mercenary regiment, he was concerned that the fatigue of the knights and the young prostitutes would not be restored.

(Don't make a difference in experience after all. My guys are well tired for being young and having experience. But the others don't seem to. How long can this take......)

His worries elsewhere, then he could not fight for three hours and welcome the morning of October 7th.