Rolloff's suggestions were a really clapping way to go.
First, Tor approaches the river.
Euril stands by behind it.
Until this point it is the same.
The difference was Moo and Sola's position.
The standby in the rear remains intact, but stands divided to the left and right.
Furthermore, in his hand, several stones had been grasped that he had picked up.
- Here we go.
Speaking over his shoulder, Thor glanced at Yuryl.
The silver-haired beauty, about five steps ahead of her usual, lets her head shake gracefully vertically.
Because of the casual talk of the threesome, Tor didn't really look like the kind of guy they lied to poorly.
But there is some thought, and it is certain that it is approaching.
For that reason, I asked Euril in advance to help me if I could.
As I stepped on the shore with tonnes, the water immediately twisted and a red and black mass continued to pop up.
Tor's sword strikes sharply at the first one, and the struck down frog hits a fellow to serve as a stepping stone.
I slapped down another one that jumped over me, and Tor vacated his time with Sulri.
Enclose the monsters so that the cold air that invites them to sleep is switched there.
The spectators cheered on the appearance of the red poisoned frog that had stopped the movement.
"Oh, I knew magic tricks were amazing!
"That's good, magic tricks..."
"After all, let's make the fifth one a total magic trick, brother!
Backs protruding from the waves jump into the edge of Thor's sight trying to pack the distance again to the sleeping frogs.
Something crossed the air at that time when they thought it would get in the way as before.
It was a stone thrown by Moo.
Fly to the water far away from the fish and frogs, drawing parabolas.
On the verge of raising the small water column as it was, the stone blew away as it hit a mass of water that flew from side to side with fierce momentum.
At the same time, monsters who have finished shooting water bullets also make themselves dance underwater.
But the fish dripped red water like blood from the scales, and also jumped up into the air.
The tip of the water bullet released from the pointy mouth is the stone thrown by Sora followed.
To the stones thrown alternately by the two far left and right, the fish jump up many times and hit the water bullet.
This was the way the Rollovs brought it up.
In fact, blood-blown fish have the habit of attacking anything that moves on the water, which means they can easily distract attention if they know it.
It seems that helping the Red Poison Frogs is also to plunder the prey that the Frogs dragged into the water, and if they have a subject to catch themselves, they will keep firing water bullets at them.
Tor chops the immobile frogs with a blade that maximizes the sharpness.
The audience also boiled down to the appearance of a monster to be amputated in one slice.
But the moment I tried to tailor the fourth red poisoned frog, the fish's movements accidentally changed.
Its body is rapidly twisted in the air.
He had originally thrown stones from both directions in order not to narrow the target of the blood-blown fish by causing it to reorient itself to the temples.
But if you have too much fun, it is the child's habit to forget me.
Moo, obsessed, accidentally threw stones in a row.
The fish, which shot down the first stone, continued to unleash a water bullet as he noticed another flying in the immediate vicinity and reoriented his body in the air.
The second water bullet crushes the stone and the last one goes to the child.
"- Sola!"
"Let me go!
"Ice (Hard), Slippery -"
The two voices overlap and the magic abounds in Thor's call.
Suddenly the decelerated mass of water lands on the river plain with little reach to Moo.
The child, who had splashed water nearby, turned to a surprised face and flipped with Cologne.
At the same time there had been major changes in the river.
Thor, who saw how Moo was doing, unwittingly stopped the movement with his gaze back in front.
And the surface in front of me, too, was stopping the movement again.
As if it had been cut out of the flow of time only there, the movements of the waves and even the splashes have stopped frozen.
No, it was actually frozen.
It was the ice that covered its surface that fastened the red and black river surface.
Tor's brain recognises that the effect of Euril's release was delayed by one breath.
The original < Ice Floor > is just a magic trick that gently freezes the ground and destabilizes your feet.
But that of Euril had frozen one side of the river with such power as to blow away such recognition.
Blood-blown fish falling into the sky there.
The monster clashed unnecessarily against the strained ice, making a dumb noise and rolling over.
Fish that have slipped through frozen waters as they are somehow come right in front of the Tor.
Launched to shore with momentum, the fish hit the last frog that remained asleep.
Tor ruthlessly waves the blade down to that face that woke up and nearly squealed.
He then plugged the tip of his sword into Ella the fish that puckered his mouth, and pierced it straight to the other side.
Thor, who had finished all the monsters, returned his gaze to the river surface with a small exhalation.
Already the ice is smashed to pieces and drinks by the stream like nothing happened.
Turning around, there was the usual grin in the mouth of the silver-haired beauty.
Noticing Thor's gaze, Euril tries to close one eye cutely with her ankle hanging.
"Did I overdo it?
"Yeah, just a little bit. No, thank you. Thanks for your help."
The bitter men rushed over.
"Oh! I've never seen anything like that!
"What, now? The river froze?
"Shh, wow! Mr. Yuryl, seriously!
The three surrounding women praise each other with a mouthful of praise.
"No, I was seriously surprised. I just thought ice magic moves were more plain."
"I was surprised, too. That's not what beauties do."
"Hey, maybe I can take care of this, brother"
"What's all right with you?
"What, look -"
So you realize it's Thor who's been mixed up in the conversation, and the three of you stop talking and face each other again.
"I heard it was easy, but you didn't even say it was dangerous."
"Yeah? We're not gonna get in there before it's too dangerous."
"Hey!"
It was his eldest son, Rolloff, who revealed his anger at his second son's answer.
All of a sudden, I punch that side.
"I'm sorry. That was a lack of explanation. It was my downfall that scared the kid. I hope you forgive me."
As a leader of the threesome, I guess I have a heavy understanding of the spiciness and responsibility of the party members to be injured.
Was it funny that the most apologetic pivotal moo had bathed in water, hugging Tor and rubbing her wet hair with a couscous laugh?
Thor, caught on the contrary by that attitude, which was too honest, speaks of the doubts he was feeling thinly.
"... you tried us for some reason?
"Oh, I just wanted to make sure. Beautiful girl using strange magic tricks for a tremendous sword user. Besides, I'm walking with a little kid. That's a real rumor."
"What, I'm a pretty girl? Er, I can light it up."
"No, at first, I thought you were pretty."
"Yeah, I heard I was awesome cute too, so don't imagine it a little differently"
"Ugh, I'll try harder to live up to my expectations"
"No, no! Your daughter is still pretty enough. You can wear breasts."
"Is it time for you to get back to me?
To Thor's call, Rolloff hurries back to his serious face.
Then I quietly asked.
Didn't they call you "mud fisherman"?
To his nostalgic calling about a month ago, Thor frowned just a little.
"Oh, yeah. That's my nickname."
In response to a lightly admitted acknowledgement, the men glanced in haste.
And when we abruptly smash each other's fists, we mumble a voice of joy.
The threesomes suddenly bowed their heads deeply to the surprised tholes about something.
"Please, help us! I'd love to lend you that mud repellent arm."