A red backrest protrudes only for a moment from the waves.
Thor, who was about to sweep away the sleeping monsters, pulled his right leg apart and half-baked and flinched his cape.
At the next moment, a big fish jumps off the water as it splashes up.
A monster twisted herself in the air turned its pointy mouth to the shore.
And he continued to shoot out a bright red mass of water with great momentum.
Tor accepts one of the water bullets like a grip with his cape.
Change the slashing trajectory from directly below to another aimed at the Solas.
But the last one doesn't make it and strikes directly at the ground ahead.
The water droplets splashed with momentum and descended on the frogs, who were slumbering around Tor.
I woke up instantly. The monsters move out with a deafening squeal.
"Misty, plugged -"
To the voice of Euril, whom he is accustomed to hearing, Thor kicks the gravel at his feet and flees.
Frozen air struck the red poisoned frogs who stopped moving just a little on the flying stone fragments.
Moisture is suddenly lost from the monster's body surface while making noises with Paris.
Tor knows the power of a different digit.
For frogs covering their skin with poisonous mucus, the ice-based magic trick seems to have had a powerful effect.
Thor, who stuffs the distance to one who happens to be slow-moving, slashes off the spittle and its head.
But as soon as I turned around to tackle the second one, the remaining frogs jumped with all their strength.
Not to Thor, but to where he was.
With their bodies half-frozen, the frogs fled one after the other into the river behind them.
The water continues to rise and the herd of monsters disappears to the red and black river surface.
Before Tor, who tried to chase him, once in a while a red backrest appeared from the water and scattered water bullets.
Play one with a cape and the other with a sword belly to distract it.
Let Sola do the last one. Thor turns his gaze back to the river, but the signs of the monsters had already disappeared.
"Already ran away again -"
"It's a shame. I wonder if I should have let it dry more thoroughly."
"You geek, Moo is frightened and frightened!
The first hunt ended smoothly, but then in three fights, only one was able to defeat it properly.
Thor leaked his breath small as he picked up the carcass of a frog that fell to the ground.
This poisonous monster, naturally, is not suitable for consumption.
When the tongue, which is the crusade site, is cut out and placed on a larger stone, the body part is thrown aside beside it and stacked.
Tor, who < restored > the poisonous, dirty knife and gloves, called on his companions.
"Do you want to take a break, then? Mr. Yuryl, could you make us some tea?
The new hunting ground looks a lot harder than I thought.
That is the current feeling of the Tors.
One of the difficulties is that the number of monsters is too small.
Two herds per hour is the average condition of this place.
It's certainly better than the Horned Mole era, but it would be a distraction if you were walking around in the woods with less prey.
But here is a gloomy river plain with red and black stones rolling around, and we just have to keep waiting.
The only person in a mood is Moo, who enjoys piling stones.
The second difficulty is that monsters are troublesome.
Earlier, the name of the monster that suddenly appeared was Blood Blowing Fish.
The body length is about the length of Tor's arm, and the body covered in red scales has an elongated triangle from the side.
And it's quite a nasty monster to just shoot water bullets from inside the river.
Besides, is it companionship with fish and frogs, or does it help other monsters?
Red poisoned frogs are a pain in the ass even after they die.
The neva venom stays intact after death. Yeah, and if you're touching it, the venom will stain your clothes, too.
Therefore, it seems that the usability of < restore > is reduced each time it is cleaned up.
Taking a thin, hot cup, Tor sits back in his chair.
Moo rushed right over to me, hugging me to its neck from behind.
Sora, who saw it, laughed with pleasure too, leaning over the chair and bringing it to Thor's arm.
"Oh, you're a good friend."
"Yes. If you're upset, stick with Tor and it's resolved. How about Mr. Euril, too?
"That's a good idea. Well, I'm with you, too."
Leaning her chair on the other side, the silver-haired beauty also imitates Sola and keeps herself.
Thor silently rinsed the contents of the cup, sandwiched by a sweet aroma and a soft feel.
"Toe, my hair's just a little backwards right now. Why?"
"Never mind. That's what a man is."
"Right, maybe because Moo is cute?
Thor contemplates the opening of the situation as he relaxes his feelings with sweet vanilla tea.
"It's going to be difficult to change the hunting grounds now."
"Yeah, I think everyone else will be using the delicious part."
"That fish is the jerk, right? I don't know what to do with it."
"The attack itself can be dealt with, but when you get frogged..."
"Oh, even if I wake up, why don't you just put me to bed one more time?
"That's a pretty tough story."
It is an inhibitory magic technique that, if hammered, has too powerful an effect, but it can also have unexpected weaknesses.
If you try to spend more than once on the same opponent in a short amount of time, your success rate will be jerked off.
It is said that something like resistance works inside a monster who has learned from danger.
"Shall we stop Moo in that water for a little while? Toe."
"I guess I'll ask for that after Moo swims a little better"
"It's still dangerous, Moo. We need to practice more in the bath!
"Well, you have to look beautiful."
I threw in the right stone to measure approximation, but the depth of the bloodshed river seemed to be as deep as Thor's chest, even in the shallow.
My vision would suck because of even more red and cloudy water.
It was Tor's decision that the option of entering water was unlikely first.
We got a little stuck, but for that, everyone's face wasn't even a little cloudy.
This degree does not pose a problem for Thor, who is accustomed to adversity.
Rather, the more I enjoy it.
That was the same with Euril.
The woman sincerely enjoyed the comfort of letting go of her magic moves in action for the first time in a while.
And yet, for a woman who has been opposed to a strong enemy, she's not the kind of person to pay attention to, like, a little grandfather bug.
Actually, I could do something about it if I meant it, but I even secretly put up with the Tolls that their growth should be a priority.
Sola was Sola and took a positive view of the current situation.
There's something I might be able to do at a time when Thor and Euril are in trouble.
The girl was beginning to sneak up on finding it.
Moo wasn't thinking anything.
The only thing of greatest interest to the child is today's snack and dinner menu.
Yawning at leisure, Moo deposited himself snugly on the back of his favorite Tor.
The break went by with the body tucked together perfectly and feeling the warmth of each other.
Eventually the cup was emptied, but for some reason Tor doesn't try to move while sitting down.
Thor suddenly spoke to someone as Sora was loosening her cheeks wondering if she might not want to leave.
"By the way, how long are you gonna be snooping around?
It was the people behind the tent, beyond the earth, who responded to the inquiry.
In a hurry, three blondes pull in that were peeking at the Tolls.
The men who lowered themselves began to secretly consult while hiding.
Shit, I knew you'd notice.
"My brother's giving me too much head!
"'Cause I was wondering when you'd boob."
"Yeah, that's no choice. I've never seen a beauty like that before."
"I prefer a pretty system. This is how you want to protect me."
"No, no, you're the most encircling adult charm!
"What the hell! You don't understand modest chest goodness!
"Oh, don't listen to me! What matters is the flesh on your butt."
At first he whispered, but whether he was excited or not, his voice gradually grew louder.
Eventually the beating and small cursing sounded, but it also became quiet after a little while.
And as the four Tors watch, one with a blue bruise around his eyes faces a leopard from the dirt.
That purple-eyed man, with a glowing grin, spoke as if nothing had happened.
"I'm sorry to interrupt. Keep going."
"Do it!