Vermillion

Even Kay was scared of the merchants, but the shock of the 'party' horse thieves was not the ratio.

"No... what the hell is he!

In a tree, a man screams.

A man wearing leather armor with many feather decorations and equipped with a composite bow and a long sword. The face is engraved with intricate tattoos, which can be seen as the birth of a meadow with one eye. When I was a year old, I looked like I was in my early thirties, my eyes were tight on my thick eyebrows, and I looked at my harsh personality. But the appearance was as white as paper, creating an atmosphere that seemed to cause me to still graduate. Because he hangs his left arm with a dark bandage, he looks unreliable.

"Aah, aah......!

The only thing that leaks out of my mouth is the groans that no longer make sense.

My people are dying.

They take over one after the other.

- No, it's more of a hunt.

By just one, monstrous bow cavalry.

The Raiders, who counted fifty horsemen until earlier, are now less than half. Stupid, impossible, incredible - the look on the face of a stunned man speaks so plausibly of his heart.

There was a figure of a meadow people similarly handled by a bandage around a man who was faint and trembling. Some people lie on the damp ground and don't move like they're dead, and some people are finally getting their upper body up by bringing it to a tree, and inside the tree, it's just like a field hospital.

but now it was quiet as a cemetery rather than a hospital. Those who are conscious lose the color of their faces equally and are suddenly losing themselves.

I can't take my gaze off with it nailed down, as even in nightmares.

A demon-like bow cavalry that chases too many raiders around with just one horse.

Whenever a vermilion bow plays a dry sound, someone is slapped off the horse. Companions who can't even defy, frighten, and just run away, which was no longer an organization.

It's like a herd of sheep being chased around by sheepdogs.

Kan.

A high sound echoed, and the life of another man, his companion, disappeared into a red blood splash.

"Captain Lowmed......"

A young man with a bandage covering the right half of his face turns a blind eye to the man beside him.

"How do we..."

"... come on,"

The man with the left arm hung had nothing more than to bite his teeth unanswered.

The name of the man is called 'Low-Med'. He was originally a warrior in charge of the Raiders' wrap-up. But now he's lurking on a tree because he's injured his arm and won't be a force for war. And that was the same with the guys around.

I mean, there's only one foot left on this scene.

A skilled meadow bow cavalry who treats horseback riding as if it were his own. A dozen or so injured people just hit out on foot, and what can they do?

…………

To the silent Low-Med, I guess I knew the answer without having to ask, the young man drops his shoulder like he gave up. Feeling it was a disappointment directed at him, Lowmed made that look all the more rude.

As a matter of fact, the opponent is single ridden. There seems to be a large arrow barrel bracketed in the saddle, but there is a limit to the number of arrows that can be carried. At the very least, we thought about making ourselves squander arrows, but to see the battles we've been fighting, Lowmed said, we're likely to ignore ourselves and continue attacking the cavalry with low threat.

Either we wipe out the cavalry and then come back to 'hunting' ourselves again, or we ignore it as it is and return to the caravan and prioritize replenishment. Either way, even if the Low-Meds try to sacrifice themselves, they won't mind the other side at the moment.

(Damn! Is there anything I can do......!

Lowmed desperately tries to spin his thoughts as he looks at his dying companions with his bloody eyes. But empty thoughts could never find a hand. How can this happen - and so on - and only the missed thoughts of reality come to mind. Is it any irony that you came all the way to the North to save your fellow countrymen who were sold off as slaves, but you just have to turn your fingers and watch your people ravaged in front of you?

With anger and pity, Low-med makes his face red, as it was earlier. I felt my vision stain bright red, but I am interrupted in my thoughts by a feather called Bassava.

When I saw it, a messenger raven (homing crow) resting on its wings in a stopped tree beside me was shaking her body fine. Blurring, the illusion that its little body swells up, the raven's light red eyes stain with bloody crimson, and I feel my skin get heavy with no presence (...) and (...).

"...... kah, kah. Ugh, it's been a while. Low-med, how about after that?"

As if that were normal - a raven with its neck around it and a lookout for Low-Med speaks out in a squeaky voice.

"Admiral!!

The unexpected shouting seeped a slight relief colour. Low-med, who stops and kneels in front of the tree, and the wounded around him are also purposefully "oops".

The Admiral - at least that's what the Low-Meds call him - is a powerful sorcerer who signed with the Dead Bird (Prague). It was all thanks to him that the Lowmeds were able to cross the monster's wide walk [deep (Abyss)] into the northern earth, and occasionally replenish the necessary armor, food, etc., as well as to detect and repel the crusaders of the people of the snowfields.

He buys and supports our own will to save our enslaved compatriots - which is what the Admiral said, but I don't trust Lowmed very much. For there is no way that such a powerful seeker of magic could help for such a sweet reason. Perhaps there is some benefit (benefit) for him as well, and he is acting on his own thoughts - the Lowmeds were well aware of that. I don't mind if it's just used as a handkerchief. Because we have succeeded in saving a small number of our compatriots, some of whom have also returned to their homeland via [Deep (Abyss)] than the hands of separate teams.

Leave him alone. Low-med has at least full confidence in his abilities, and he is also in awe of himself for freely manipulating them. And he seems to be busy these days, and I couldn't help but feel destined that he, who rarely and 'possessed', came at this time to see how things were going.

"Your situation is not pleasant. Over there."

With a chopped look, Lohmed shows' Battlefield '. The black-winged magician who was followed and looked at you - remained stiff.

"…… General?

Low-med speaking out with a suspicious face to a raven that doesn't move like a peel.

"... hey"

whereas a raven with open red eyes is like a broken toy,

"- hey, kake, kuhahahahahaha!! Kahhhhhhh!!"

Laughing.

Lowmed frowns at the strange reaction in front of a scene that is roughly unsuitable for the situation and, above all, where his people are dying.

"Kahhaha, this is a masterpiece! He's more than that. Why are you in a place like this?

"Do you know that one!?

but I had to ask the words of the ensuing magician with an unexpected glance.

"Huh, Kuku. Yeah, yeah, yeah. You can say you know, even for me, it's the equivalent of" enemy. "

Shake your shoulders, rather than your wings, and the magician answers funny and funny. But his eyes were sparkling and glowing.

"Hmm, hmm. Don't be pushed. How dare you go that far on a single ride... Se vizitanto, tio ne nepre bizara... good. Either way, I know what your Lord is trying to say, Lohmed."

A slight red eye captures Low-Med. Despite the fact that the appearance is just a raven, the edge of the mouth is caught at times - a strange bird's face reminiscent of such an evil expression.

Fearing and possibly an instinctive disgust, Lohmed nevertheless drowned with respect.

"Yes.... I want to help you defeat him"

"Fine. I didn't want to waste my power, but I had no choice."

With the judgment and the wings feathered, the raven regained its posture on the stopping tree.

Look ahead.

Far away, a Gentile hunter pursuing the Raiders.

Those bright red eyes begin to emit slight phosphorescence. It was beautiful, then somewhere decadent, and ominous.

"It's Low-Med. It's up to you to keep the man alive or kill him, but if you do, at least secure the body with five satisfied bodies."

"Five bodies satisfied, …?"

"Because his flesh has a purpose."

Cuckoo, and a raven leaking a dry laugh. While wondering who the hell this mighty magician needs flesh, Lohmed agrees. To see that awesome horseback bow, I was only certain that it wasn't the only one.

"I understand. necessarily."

"I left it to you. Then you weaken him. I thought this would make it easier for the Lord's people."

Buckwheat.

The raven spreads its wings.

But that's all the deeds that go wrong everywhere.

[Rigardo de detruo.]

A squeaky voice spun the spell.

Girari and his eyes glowed mightily and ominously.

†††

The sound of the countless hooves slamming the earth shook the sky with fright.

Gradually louder voices - Horse thieves who want a far-sighted view appear to be twitching close, and the assault by their fruitful trek (Gallup) is as sickly as the wind.

In Randall's carriage, Eileen observed the enemy from behind her luggage.

A crowd of nearly fifty riding brown horsebacks that try to compete ahead as they scatter and pack the distance.

Horse thieves holding arrows to composite bows and standing up to let them go at all times. He also saw horseback riding with two people on board, and even some of them seemed to have been able to carry the lit pine lights in their hands.

"………… ready."

In the middle of the day, the use of pine lights is limited. Unexpectedly Irene had a hazy, dry grin as she watched the carriage of the caravan lined up in a slippage.

Feels like your tops and time are stretching. The sound of someone swallowing a sawdust. The caravan faces use the carriage as a shield, each waiting for a bow or a crossbow in their hand.

Killing tension clearly erodes nerves. Eileen, who doesn't have an effective flying tool in the Battlefield, just doesn't stand for it.

Then.

The time has come.

Horse thieves approaching the range of the composite bow emit arrows simultaneously.

Shimmering in the air is a group of daylight meteors.

Beautiful and violent heavy rains poured into the caravan's lane.

Eileen shrinks behind her luggage. The light impact felt over the crate, the sound of striking countless nails, and the arrows burst through the front of the carrier in momentum. A moment late for that, the sharp nagging of the horses and the anger of the men rise. But there are surprisingly few people screaming at horses in havoc. They all got the carriage as a shield.

"Let go!

Instead, the slobbering of the Gainriff sounds.

A flying tool was released from the merchant's side just to say it was in return. The merchant snipes in a crossbow, the escort warrior throws a spear with an aid, and the merchant apprentice boys also fight back at each with a stone thrower (sling) and bow and arrow.

It was the crossbow that made a remarkable difference. Bullet speeds are out of step with other projectile weapons, and horse thieves and horses bolted in time to evade fall in with an extinct scream. The wealthy merchants and others who had taken the female slaves of the people of the meadows were apparently preparing a number of crossbows, handing them from the edge of their use to the apprentice to load the next bullet.

"- Huh!!

"- Huh!

The horse thieves, who shouted something, take a short distance from the fierce merchant counterattack. While loosely sieging the caravan, he has once again set up a simultaneous shooting with a bow. But the face of the caravan immediately hides behind the carriage and the large shield, and the rain of the arrows is almost intact.

If this had been attacked from both sides of the caravan in a number that doubled the status quo, this would not have been easy to defend. Originally, horse thieves would have assumed an assault by a raiding squad in two.

But the thought was crushed in the earthen.

By a single, monstrous Gentile hunter.

Faces out of the front of the carrier again, Eileen sees. Far from the caravan, I could clearly see the people of the meadow, reduced in number to no more than twenty horsemen, being driven around by only one bow cavalry.

It's Kay.

In [DEMONDAL], the Horseback Bow, which was even called "Reaper," seems to be alive and well in this world - rather, it is more polished.

The boulder is Kay, - and he hardened his anxiety with trust, and Eileen nodded.

Kay is also strong, he said he should do his best too.

That's what I'm telling you, forcing you to take your gaze off.

Thanks to Kay's attraction and devastation of a separate unit, the caravan was able to deal with it at some leisure, even though it was an ambush. But horse thieves are horse thieves, the mighty ones who have hitherto vandalized the land of the north in isolation and helplessness. Seeing it as ineffective with just simultaneous shooting, it just hit my next hand.

Multiple horseback rides with pine lights run around among the horse thieves who stopped the movement. Pompous and the number of fires increases.

The tip of the arrow is wrapped with a borough cloth stained with oil.

"Fire arrows!

Someone's, like, screaming.

"Dude...... this guy sucks"

Randall shrugged as he looked up at the sky from the carrier. Eileen also looks up to heaven. The sky, which had been raining until earlier, was now clearing by hateful.

Baba ba-hyung, and makes a blunt noise, and fire arrows are emitted simultaneously. They stood on the big shield, injured the human horse and set fire to the front of the carriage. The front, greased for waterproofing, burns better than the dried hay.

And that's not an exception to Randall's carriage.

"Husband!

"Take it off! I don't mind doing every strut!

Under the guise of a shimmering fire hand up, when Eileen asks for instructions with an impending voice, Randall returns as he taps off the front strut with an axe that was nearby. He flashed the sabel, which remained gripped in his right hand, and Eileen also cut off all the thin wooden struts.

"Huh,!

At that moment, he felt a tingling killing spirit and waved the sabel. Break through the burning front and cut off the arrows that flew straight at you and get nothing.

Randall, who saw it, whistled with a purr, but couldn't afford to slap each other lightly any more, concentrating on the task of throwing the burning front outside the car and paying off the firepowder.

Eileen and the others were fortunate enough to respond quickly, but we also saw a carriage that had already turned the fire so irrevocably within the caravan. A merchant holds his head in front of a burning carriage, and the guard warriors pull a bow and try to contain the horse thief somehow. But the intensive fire of arrows that can be showered there, the apprentice boy who lost his shield called the carriage, falls down like a hare. The screaming of a human horse was a hell of a picture of a snort cry.

The smell of scorching smoke, the bouncing sound of muddy water, horseless, man screaming, warrior roaring, arrow wind cutting, and intense blood odor.

Atrocities that overwhelm the five senses. Eileen's face, who killed a blind spot with her back perfectly on the crate, had completely lost her blood.

However, 'luxury' is unacceptable in a situation like this, where you are simply stunned.

Baon, a wild bark called Wong. Eileen is a hazy, somewhere familiar type of bark.

"What is it? That one is ah!

"Wolf! You look like an idiot. You're big!

I can hear the confusion of the warriors of the escort. A few giant wolves with black furrows are rushing straight into the caravan.

"" Hunting Wolf (Houndwolf)!! "

Eileen and Randall's voices overlapped. The houndwolves, who rushed through the wind with no muddy ground as objects, devoured their prey with the momentum they had. A merchant, whose throat was chewed a thousand times by one of the heads who jumped on the carrier, sinks into a bloodbath, and the horses, forced to close range, begin to panic and storm. An apprentice boy who tried to forgive the horse was kicked in the back leg and blew across the big shield. The warriors of the escort were also trying to deal with this vicious beast, but in a situation where the carriage burns and the arrows fly from all directions, we cannot hope for a full battle or anything. I had been forced to struggle quite a bit.

In addition, among the horseback riders who were riding for two, the people of one meadow have lowered their horses and begun to slaughter them where there is a lot of confusion. A warrior of the people of the meadow, equipped with a circular shield and a song knife, and a warrior of the people of the heavily loaded snowfield were meeting there.

And one houndwolf is approaching Randall's carriage as well. Apparently, inside the big shield, he's after a healthy horse who fortunately hasn't received a single arrow yet.

"Suzuka!!

Irene jumps off the carrier, calling out the name of the frightening black-haired rider. Behind my back, I said, "Lady!" I hear Randall calling, but I don't care. Eileen is a solo opponent, such as a Houndwolf.

Houndwolf running to zigzag to crawl through the ground and feint. Those yellow eyes were cunningly, fiercely, gazing into Eileen's gap.

"Come on."

The opposing Eileen, shaking her body loosely, loosely lowers the right hand servel to appear weak to the point of being unnatural.

and arrows flying straight from the side.

Evade and dodge the upper body. Seeing that as a gap or a grunting houndwolf accelerating and jumping at once.

But from Eileen, it was too crude an assault. As if it were one life form in itself, a silver flash flashed through the houndwolf's torso in the air, a savel that jumped.

"Gain!"

Black beast thrusting into muddy water while punching his organs. Instead of returning blood, Eileen had not even bathed in the mud that had jumped. I was about to stab a stop at a houndwolf rampaging with jitter, and a bisssy arrow stands on its head.

"Lady, don't be too impotent."

It's Randall. A face colored by nervousness, a composite bow down on the carrier.

"It's not lame, this much."

Irene accidentally answers with a bitter smile, but her face is hazy and strong.

"Husband! Behind!!

Soon, behind Randall, there were two horse thief warriors on the carrier. One puts up a song knife, the other hits Randall silently with a short spear in his hand.

"Uhhhhhhhhh!?

Irene's gaze and expression changed to see it, and Randall, looking back aggressively, dodges the spear spike. Randall, who is about to collapse and fall, tries to buy time by throwing a compound bow of his left hand in agony, but is slashed to dance by a warrior who knocks him down, not a song knife -

"Sir!!

Time flows slowly. Eileen stretches her left hand toward a hip-throwing knife, but the other two, they can't make it - at that moment I thought.

Randall's move was b (...) re (...).

Diseases. Unnoticed knife extraction, slashing a warrior's neck with a long sword.

In addition, he hit the edge of the carrier, forced him to regain his posture with its recoil, and set off a lightning-like thrust with a short-speared warrior on his face.

The blade of a long sword mercilessly chooses the sudden death of his opponent, and the throat of a short-speared man who was rigid in an unexpected counterattack. Unbelievable, the warrior, who moved his mouth with his face, held his throat still and fell down.

"Become..."

To Randall's haughty sword, Eileen complains unexpectedly. Slowly looking back, the man who was supposed to be a Duchy drug dealer - looked like a bum somewhere with a long sword that dripped blood.

"No... Well, what is it? He's the one I used to be."

Randall speaks of having one excuse, even though he didn't even ask about something. but before Eileen opened her mouth, she said, "Whoa!" I hear the roar.

As I slid through the side of the carriage, a warrior of one meadow people attacked me. Has the object been taken away, a long sword that the people of the plains prefer to use rather than the people of the meadows? A middle-aged man who grew skinny and bearded, but sees Eileen's beauty and makes her eyes burn with glitter and desire.

Without any emotion about it, he avoided the punch aimed at his shoulder, probably to avoid a fatal injury, and Eileen also flashed the sabel. Half-reflexively, with an optimal solution, the blade stretched to the man's neck muscle - at the same time as Eileen clouded her expression, slitting her cheeks and frightening her, before gently glancing at the tendons of her hands and feet.

And he screams and blows down a man who falls in with a spinning kick without letting his hair in. The man got muddy and rolled away, hitting his head on the wheel of the carriage as it was and passed out.

"Lady..."

Randall, who sees the backdrop of the matter, makes a frightened voice. We didn't miss Eileen's maneuvers - you could call them clueless. Even from Randall, who had just rolled out the Aurora sword and slaughtered the two of them in a flash, Irene's sword flashes today were finally fast to perceive. But leaving so much blow alone, I am stunned by Eileen's thought process, which strayed just before and forced her murder sword into a living man's sword. It was only inexplicable to Randall that there was room for hesitation there, while realizing the sharp, high-dimensional swordsmanship that would be a fingerprint among the warriors of this caravan.

"Well, you know, it's me."

Eileen greeted Randall earlier and let him shrug his shoulders small as he said a prawn in his mouth. As a matter of fact, Eileen was also stunned by herself. I was so prepared in advance, I got lost in the earthquake.

(Not at all.)

Ha, and a powerless grin spilled. Tan, gently kick the ground back to the carrier.

The two bodies Randall slashed were rolling.

…………

This isn't the first time I've seen a grotesque raw corpse. Yes, that was a few days after I came to the 'here' world, on my way from the village of Taaf to the city of Satina, when the people of the meadows attacked me. From the people Kay defeated, he stripped away all sorts of things.

- Kay.

Taking her gaze off the body, Eileen unconsciously sought his presence.

Look far out of the carriage.

"- Huh?"

But its blue eyes are opened.

"- Kay?"

Until earlier, Kay was so fiercely attacking a separate squad of horse thieves.

"- Why?"

Now be powerless and stick to Sasquatch's back.

Conversely, he is driven by a dozen horse thieves on horseback.

I don't know what happened.

But - it's not normal. There's something in the gap with your eyes off.

"No,"

There is also magic. There is also a "dragon scale through". There is also the speed of Sasquatch. There must be no element to lose.

- That's why I believed 'I'm absolutely fine'.

Kay is powerless, as she mocks Irene, who is confused.

He slipped straight off Sasquatch's back and fell into the mud.

There, the horse thieves trying to swarm like bald takas...

――――

Eileen's head turned white.

"Kay!!!

When she realized, Eileen was jumping out of the carriage and running away.

Don't even listen to Randall's voice to stop it.

Screaming Kay's name.

- But there's no way a horse thief can leave Eileen alone, who flew out of the caravan alone. Arrows fly from all directions.

"This - heh!

Twist your body to avoid it as much as possible, and pay off the inevitable with a sabel. But it was the horse thieves with bows and spears who waited after breaking through the rain of the arrows.

The hand that holds the bell is stretched with strength.

- Don't interrupt.

Irene's eyes are filled with swordswallowing light.

"Get out of the way. Yep, yep!

The girl barks, with a blown look of everything that she can afford.

But horse thieves don't stop. Full force assault.

Clashes.

- The sabel was swung through without any hesitation.