Trinitas Mundus

The next morning, when the moon changed to November, yesterday's rain had stopped completely and the clear blue skies of late autumn were spreading.

Gathered before the commercial guild at 8 a.m., they held a final meeting of escorts with the Hanks.

"... into a line of about five hundred meters. I want Ashley to have the rear end, Ray to have central command. I take the lead in overall command. Stella wants you to explore the signs of the enemy at my place. Is this it?

Ashley, Ray nods quickly, but only Stella is concerned about the distance between them, clouding her face a little.

When Ray realizes it, he suggests, "Stella might want to let you get ahead of her sometimes," he says.

Hank also said, "Got it. Is that all right?" and sent Stella a gaze, and she was reluctantly nodding because it was also Ray's suggestion.

"I was thinking yesterday. Trying to get Stella to scold me. It's safer for us."

Stella says "but......" but immediately says "ok. If you need anything, I'll rush right through. Please don't force me," he looks at him with a worried face.

Ray laughed two dusts and said, "I hope so. Don't force Stella either," her expression just loosened a little.

We left Hastiglow at 8 a.m. and the line went south down the street.

Although the first day took a hassle of wet streets with rain, neither demons nor bandits showed up and arrived safely in the next city.

But Ray and Ashley's anxiety never cleared up.

(Today, we acted together and found out. The Mercenaries (Red Arms) are the best. One order doesn't even recite it in a busy fashion. Because it's not basic, it's useless to just think about collaboration. Tomorrow we approach Cardobec. Maybe we should rethink the organization)

Meanwhile, Ashley was thinking the same thing.

(You're not even going to get enough time to let the carriage get away. I wish I could at least just guide the ladies, but if I were to assume a fight, it might be easier to protect them with Ray and Stella)

And that night, they suggested that to Hank.

"Place us in the middle of the line. In the center, we can rush right back and forth to both."

I will add my opinion to Ashley's proposal so that Ray also agrees.

"Tell the departments to just make time for us to rush. With at least the three of us, a few enemies can do something about it."

Hank, although a little troubled, decided to swallow the suggestion because that's what the two powerful people told him.

"Got it. I thought you guys could handle it if you took command, but you still can't..."

Ashley nods reluctantly loudly, and Ray affirms with a mouthful of "Right......"

"I'll keep those guys tight again tomorrow morning. I'm sorry, thank you very much."

Hank bows his head to both of them.

(You know Mr. Hank too. That the current situation is dangerous. So you can keep your head down on us younger...)

He went back to his room hoping nothing would happen.

The next day, November 2nd.

The weather was stable as it was yesterday.

Although there is a slightly cold breeze, it is not enough to feel the cold.

Hank's "Let's go!" We set out for Cardobec, a city twenty-five kilometers away.

Travel 25 km for approximately seven hours in order to pinch a break along the way.

The perimeter of the street gradually dries up, and on both sides of the road it becomes a rough, rolling terrain with stones. And at the end of that wasteland is a dark forest, and from time to time, you can hear the roar of a tall bird.

(You go into the free border zone from Lax and it dries up all at once. I don't know what it is because there are no lakes or ponds and no big rivers, but it feels like another country at once)

Ray was thinking about that, wary of enemy attacks.

Stella, meanwhile, pinned her silver ears and watched the forest. And I feel uncomfortable with the sound the forest emits.

(Something's wrong with the forest. I make threatening bird sounds, but I don't normally have a chirping bird voice. I have a bad feeling... maybe I should report it to the Rays...)

When she tried to tell Ray about it, she said from the front, "Enemy attack!" I heard a scream.

As they looked forward, there was the sight of giant insects continually crawling out of the woods.

Around 2 p.m. Nov. 2.

We were two hours away from Cardobec and tensions were gradually rising among the merchant convoy escorts.

At the head of the line, Hank Barrows, a Class V mercenary who binds escorts, is vigilant around him.

(Don't feel like things are going wrong in the woods. I hope nothing happens...)

He was a veteran mercenary who came and went this street dozens of times.

This neighborhood has long been close to demon-dwelling forests, but sometimes it is a free border zone, with little massive crusades by state power.

Of course, with the adventurer city of Periclitle fifty km away, regular crusade requests had been made and many adventurers were hunting demons.

But nothing around here demons was powerful enough to strike enough merchant troops of escorts, and crusade priorities were always low. For the adventurers, there was less emphasis around Cardobec in the north, as there were more powerful and ambitious demons to the east or southeast from Periclitle.

Hank has also encountered demons several times, but many of them, such as wolves and goblins that were mostly stuffed in the woods, were not so highly defensive as stand-alone demons, which were also a small flock called "Guru”.

He gave instructions to the young mercenaries to raise the alert level, as well as himself descended from the horse and began walking in a position where he could use a long bow.

After about five minutes, I notice that the east forest 100 m away is on purpose.

"Something's wrong on the east side. Get ready so we can fight soon!

The moment he gives such instructions, a giant ant appears about two meters long and one meter tall from the eastern forest.

He shouted, "Enemy attack!" He cried out, and gave instructions to the merchants to proceed as they were.

In the meantime, giant ants spring out of the woods one after the other.

"Soldier Ant! Watch your jaw and ass needles! He's got a paralytic poison!

(Why is Soldier Ant coming out! They should only be in the depths of Aquila - the Great Mountains of the East - or Saeum - the Mountains of the West!

That's what I cried out in my heart, but I give instructions one after the other without giving them any expression.

"We'll stop them! In the meantime, the carriage runs through! Swordsman forward, archer aim from the side! Order! Tell the rear for rescue!

The red-brown Soldier Ant sprang out of the woods with walnuts, already more than dozens.

(They're equivalent to level six. I can't fathom it unless it's the Ashleys......)

With that in mind, he was releasing an arrow.

Ray wrote Hank's decree, "Enemy attack! to the cry," I was immediately letting my horse run.

Ashley and Stella follow in the same way, but the young mercenaries in their command remain flustered and upset, unable to advance their horses immediately.

Ashley's "Head forward!" He finally advances the horse with an order, but loses all his will at once to the appearance of countless giant ants.

There Hank's order, "Swordsman before, archer aim from the side!" I receive an order and manage to get off the horse.

While running his beloved horse, Ray was thinking about how to deal with a soldier ant that spanned dozens.

(I wish there was effective magic, but this distance would be subtle. I'm not going to spare you, but I don't need to destroy you... and fortunately, you're not moving so fast. Do you want to attack from the horse?)

At the head of the Soldier Ant herd, he sticks his spear in.

And he slammed a flame-wrapped spear at the head of an ant with a huge jaw.

It has a hard feeling of gotun, but smashes the head of a chitin nullari and a glowing soldier ant.

(I can go! But it could be tough if you don't wrap the flames around it...)

Ray's riding assault slows Soldier Ant down slightly.

He flips his beloved horse and pokes a spear in from the horse in the same way.

During the two round-trips, four Soldier Ants were put in place, but the march speed of the ants could not affect a large number of them to the extent that they had fallen slightly.

Approached up to twenty meters to the street, Ray descends from his horse and joins the Ashleys.

"Harder than I thought! You might want to slap one side of your leg off!

Ashley and Stella nod at the words, putting up their swords and heading towards the flock of ants.

Hank was surprised at Ray's riding battle hands-on, but also admired the three of us for their courage in challenging the ant herd.

(That's Red Arms. How much time do we buy later...... fifteen minutes for this distance, no, that's about enough. If you can make that much money, you can handle it)

"Enough for a carriage to get through! Buy that time! Don't push me! Don't get surrounded! ……

He gave all the advice he could think of to the young mercenaries.

Ashley wields a great sword, slapping and breaking Soldier Ant's right leg with her temper.

Soldier Ant, with two broken rear legs on his right side, leans sideways, but waves his jaw to bite Ashley to death.

A giant scissor-like jaw looms in front of Ashley's eyes, but it only takes a few half-steps back, and she squeezes clean.

(Ray's right. Harder than I thought. But if you break two hind legs, you can stop moving!

The broken soldier ant tries to come forward so as to rub his belly, but can only move in such a way that it is not a threat.

Ashley quickly turned to another enemy, beating his legs one after the other in the same way.

Stella was struggling rarely.

Because I repeat an attack that takes advantage of her flavor, speed, but the hard outer skin was hard to penetrate and didn't do any effective damage.

(Like Master Ashley, I wish I could slash two legs at the same time, but I can't. If……)

Look at the movement of the giant jaw, ragged and awkward six legs.

And in an explosive motion that makes use of springs all over his body, turning next to Soldier Ant, he gets his sword poked at the border between his chest and abdomen, in his corporeal gangle, separating his chest from his abdomen.

Though Soldier Ant scattered his white, cloudy body fluids, he did not die immediately. Obsessively, trying to attack her, but the moment she turned her body, Ali, who had been driven mad by the weight balance, was plunging from her head to the ground and transforming it into an object that would only stand back.

Stella severs Soldier Ant's body one after the other with a precise slaughter.

The three Rays are endangered and defeat their enemies, but the escorts are gradually pushed by the quantity of more than fifty soldier ants.

The leader of the escort, Hank, was gauging the timing of his retreat as he released his bow.

(We need five more minutes for the carriage to pull out... the young guys are being pushed. That's awkward......)

There are thirteen mercenaries standing in the avant-garde, except for the Rays. Of those, there are three Class Six mercenaries who are able to fight properly.

The other ten were only consolidating five at a time and waving their swords in the dark clouds at the approaching Soldier Ant.

Is there no fear in Soldier Ant, making the hard sound of Cancún, but gradually leaning against the mercenaries?

The young mercenaries also managed to maintain the front as they stepped back a little.

Ray didn't think it was weird when this equilibrium was broken by the way it looked.

(The moment someone panics, the equilibrium breaks all at once. That's awkward......)

He was also full of enemies in front of him and could not afford to follow the young mercenaries.

One mercenary is caught in a giant jaw and screams. He protrudes his sword desperately, but does little damage to its hard head.

"Ha, help me! This, ah, ah!

The mercenary, captured by a jaw fang about fifty cm long, continued desperately to rise, but his powerful jaw power bit off every torso of leather armor.

And the screams he was raising abruptly interrupt.

From his broken torso, he blew up a blood splash, swinging it to his companions like a fountain, and sprinkled at their feet a thousand pieces of his gut.

The mercenaries who saw the sight were upset and panicked at once.

"Yes, I don't like it! Retreat!

"Ma, wait! Me too, me too!

Four people in the same group lose their will one after another and try to escape.

Soldier Ant arrived at the four of them, whether they were aiming for the moment when the number of hands was reduced.

"Help me! I don't like it! Ahhh!

The four are surrounded by giant ants from three directions, and in no time a brown black mountain is formed.

Four of them were screaming in it, but soon it turned into just the sound of the ants' leg called Gassa.

The pressure on the remaining mercenaries was slightly weakened by the arrival of Ali in the four.

Ashley was giving instructions to his buddies to exploit the gap.

"Hank! Give me a signal to retreat! Ray, Stella, the three of us will serve as lords!

Hank was caught in panic for a moment by the sight of five young men being sacrificed, but quickly regained his composure in Ashley's calm voice.

"Everybody, get on the horse! Ashley, my lord!

The three Rays clean up the soldier ants following the mercenaries one after the other.

"It's time! Hank! Let me rush the carriage!

We need to buy another minute or two before the rear-end carriage passes to them.

"Ash, Stella! Cover me! Buy time!

Ray starts casting spells when he yells like that.

"God of Fire (Ignis), who commands fire. I do not ask for the fiery flames of your family, the Spirit, and I do not give to you the power of my life. Burn down my enemies! Firestorm!"

He gathered the power of the Spirit for about twenty seconds and summoned a vortex of flames about ten meters in diameter.

Its swirl of flames gradually rises and turns into a tornado of flames of about twenty m.

A few soldier ants are swallowed up by that whirlpool of flames, but they jump right out of the whirlpool of flames and chase them away, giving them a burning unpleasant smell of protein.

(Is it strong for fire after all? Hopefully I'll buy you some time......)

In a flaming storm (Firestorm), he wondered if the effective damage to the thick soldier ant of the exoskeleton could not be done. It's not actually that flame-resistant, but it's bearable for a few seconds or so, so it was able to escape outside the vortex and did not do much damage.

A vortex of flames scorches the sky for about twenty seconds, but only damaged a few soldier ants, and there were no enemies that could be defeated.

But the vortex of fire became a barrier, and the vast majority of ants were swarmed by the mercenaries who had sacrificed themselves.

While the Rays are nauseated by the way it is, they stab a stop at the soldier ant who has been chasing them.

Ashley, who checked the perimeter, called out, "Let's pull it up," and the three went after a line going forward.

After running the carriage for about fifteen minutes, I went into a break.

Hank gives instructions one after the other to the young mercenaries with pale faces.

(These guys should be unable to move if they sit here. Nevertheless......)

He was exhaling small as he looked at the Rays at the rear.

(That's “Red Arms.” You weren't upset at all by all those soldier ants. And I have to thank Toby. If it weren't for the three of us, we'd be feeding ants by now...)

Then one of your men pointed to the sky and said, "Oh, my God!" He was screaming.

Looking up into the sky, I see shadows descending like a dozen giant birds.

"It's harpy! Aim for the Archer in due course! But pull it off! Swordsman, aim for the moment you come down!

He had a slight, but relaxed, escape from Soldier Ant.

(Damn it! You're still coming! I pulled it out!

I can't accuse him of wanting to take a breath here, but the fact that he failed to be vigilant was reprehensible.