Foreigner with Dark Hair in Another World

"Obviously... I've never seen anything like it."

Claudie, who touched her chin and looked at the jungle zone, said:

There was considerable interest in her eyes, and her personality seemed to arouse curiosity with great interest in something new and never seen.

"Cat. Let's go in."

Of course I'm going in.

Winia said it was okay.

We came to the jungle to see the truth about the killer bee. Honestly, I'm tired of the jungle now, but I don't think there's much to be afraid of in a yard without Alane.

Booooooooooooooooooo!

"Grrrrrrrrrgh!!!"

No, I think I need to be scared enough to hear the screams next to me.

- Booooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!

Already before arriving in the jungle, I witnessed a massive horsebee raid from a long stretch of the highway.

It was different in size from the larvae I saw last time.

Almost as big as a big dog, the horses poke their adventurers into the jungle, and four or five of them stick together and fly away with the pieces.

In such a shocking sight, we were forced to just open our mouths and look at that crazy sight. It was a moment when the information that the killer bees were killing people was truly revealed, not a lie.

It was only natural that merchants would rot their heads.

Well, we were fine, but the clumsy young adventurer friends were dying in real time.

Even the lowly monsters like Goblins crawled cautiously because of the blood splattered all over them, but they were caught by the wasps and suddenly turned into green meat racers.

It's like chlorella.

Boooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!

They have already been deprived of the right to provide services.

There were no more birds in the sky. It was just a giant killer bee flying around.

Such a landscape was prevalent from the Gado to the front yard of the jungle, where we are now.

It seems quite serious.

It wouldn't be so fun if those bastards had a massive population and formed an army to raid the city.

"Ouch!!"

I heard a scream again, and I saw three hordes of bees and three adventurers fighting over there.

"Motherfucker!"

"Behind! Behind!"

Adventurers were breaking the head of the attacking wasps with an axe and spreading a spark, but the armor was poor, so they fell down with a scream as if they had been poisoned by the back plate and the sky had been broken.

"Huff!"

The effect of poison was good.

After stabbing his back, he falls to the end of screaming.

"Damn it!"

- Bummer!

Two other adventurers in rage smashed the wasp that pierced the poison. It was one step too late, but it was still a quick response.

The wasp itself was not that strong, but once it flew around with its people, it was a tricky part of raiding with free materials. It will be difficult for the children to deal with.

- Booooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!

The battle ended with the death of three bees and an adventurer. Two surviving wasps flee towards the jungle.

"Damn it!"

Fortunately, the corpse was not taken from the bees because they were defeated.

No, it was rather unfortunate.

Two survivors cut off the bee's head and searched for the arms of a dead adventurer. Then he ran away scolding.

It was the tribe of adventurers that used to take advantage of the death of their companions, and they used such aversion thoroughly.

It was a fragmented view of the turbidity of the tax.

The most surprising thing was that Claudie was so amusing when she saw it. I covered my mouth with my hands and knocked on my shoulder with a small smile.

... is also a woman with a different sentiment.

More than that, those fellows are dead, so it seems hard to make money and live as adventurers in the city in the future.

When I was about to worry about it, the one who thought he was a corpse caused a struggle.

"No, fuck?"

Was the wasp's saliva not a murderous venom, but mere paralysis? It's a real mess. After realizing that he was robbed of his belongings, I looked everywhere with a loud shout.

Then, the coworkers and thieves have long hidden their tracks.

After giving up everything, he ran away with Hornbeak Mountain, confronting the flying wasps again. After that, the horses chased him fiercely.

"Uh-huh."

I had no choice but to laugh like Claudie, because I was so typical of adventurers. Winia laughs at Cook, saying they're idiots, too.

Homicide bees have given our family a big smile.

"Cook-Cook. Nigga, what an idiot. Isn't that right?"

"Uh-huh. These are real dickheads."

"Even niggers used to feel that way."

"Shit."

I always thought that Winia was just a woman with a bad personality who enjoyed the pain of the weak.

That's why it's good.

"It's really gross, though. You know, niggers are cute. Bugs are just gross."

"All of a sudden, why does my dick come out?"

"Just."

Winia, who has been very obsessed with my place lately, said as she pranks my lower half. Claudie also said a word.

"Huhu, Cat is more than cute. How good is it?"

"Yes, I do. But it just seems cute to me."

If you keep saying that, you'll get erected.

Claudie looked around again.

"Isn't it fun? Such a big bee. Sandhornet wasn't that big."

"Another Sandhornet."

"The bees in the desert. I used to fly around to raid Oasis. It's quite delicious, so I remember grilling it every time I caught it."

"Such a freak."

Apparently in the desert where Claudie lived, the village of Oasis seemed like a neighborhood of the North.

Anyway, we entered the jungle just as she said. As soon as I get in, familiar bushes and vines welcome me, but I'm not afraid anymore.

Alane Slayer, the hemlock Kim Kat, is no longer afraid of the jungle.

Boo-hoo! Boo-hoo!

To think that way, the murdering bees who were dreadfully sticking to the tree in front of them and sucking the sap have vigorously flapped their wings and warned us.

The real jungle itself has become the home of the Horse Bees, and there they are.

- Ugh.

Of course, not only the wasps, but other adventurers, too, were crowding and entering the jungle.

Approximately twenty people. There were only six parties.

People came into the group, so even the killer bees didn't attack quickly. Either way, the adventurer parties tear apart the incoming faction and head for the inside of the jungle.

"Cat. Let's go in more. There's a lot of weird grass."

"We should. Let's go, then."

We have also begun to move forward from other adventurers.

The bees that were attached to the tree flew up into the sky because people were moving as a group. Maybe it's a way to inform humans of their intrusion into their nests.

"It's fucking humid. There's a lot of bugs. I think I'll be a dick if I bite a mosquito in the chest."

Winia sighs as she walks, revealing her upper chest.

Lately, Winia has a robe and a broad hat that reveals a similar design to that. And he was insisting on fashion wearing a cape.

Certainly it will be difficult to wear something like that in the jungle.

"No, then you shouldn't have come in other clothes."

"What?"

Then, Winia frowns and stares at me.

"Nigga, do you know why I only wear these clothes these days?"

I don't know...?

Confidence in your chest?

Or is it because it's too big and frustrating?

"I'm wearing it because niggers love it. Mind your own business?"

It was shocking!

"I can't do that! I'm sorry! I'm going after all the mosquitoes!"

"Cook. Yeah, that's it."

I immediately inspect it and blow away the flying bugs. Winia smiles more and immediately opens her throat.

"Hm.. Let me change my clothes too."

So Claudie looked around at his makeup and said,

Claudie is wearing a jacket in a black leather garment that covers the entire body without exposed areas. A ladder arm that fits the body line is attached to the part to reinforce the defenses, and a cape is wrapped around it.

It suits her image and combat style.

"Cat. That bikini armor you saw last time? Would you like me to change that for you?"

"Uh-huh. You don't have to, Claudie. Because you have a beautiful mouth."

"Oh, my."

Thank you, but can you wear that?

No, but if you really look across the street, you can see some women in quite provocative outfits. There were also female warriors in real bikini armor wearing only a cape.

Of course, men sometimes only wear panties like Kim Kat at the Arena or the warriors of the Light Fame Cross.

It was an incomprehensible culture with Mutuga.

I think wearing such an unusual outfit might be a kind of showcase of skill. The ancient warriors painted and dressed in feathers all over the earth.

- Zec.

In that way, I was escorting Winia while looking around.

- Screw it, screw it.

Claudie's ears go off from time to time and make several noises.

In fact, Claudie is very good at picking up sound in a large space, but there is a feeling that she can't really use her hearing in such a big bush.

Statistics fall a little on the terrain that is hard of hearing in the desert, but is rust-permeable.

"Oh, nigga, over there."

Rather, Winia is better oriented.

Just look at the rough terrain and get an estimate of where to go. So I ended up moving according to Winia's command.

Strangely enough, I can hardly see the monsters in the jungle that were overflowing like last time. Even the sound of crying coming from all over the world has long been replaced by the sound of the wings of a wasp.

I can't see the sky just flying horses either.

Did the wasps chew up the jungle ecosystem?

Then, after all, the horseshoes that ate the jungle completely flooded the outside terrain, and they may even reach the city.

Of course, this is not a problem yet, so it is not a complete subjugation, but an atmosphere of gradual remedy.

Just a little while later, the wizards investigated and then the jungle punitive force became more organized.

If it's really late, it smells like shit.

- Sabak.

I thought I'd been in there for a while, but I bumped into other adventurers.

There were six of them... but they haven't been proven robbers yet. They greeted him with their hands on the handle of the sword, hoping that there would be no armed conflict, so they also greeted him and disappeared as if they were fleeing.

Since there is a wizard at the party, robbery is immunity.

- Booooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!

Instead, the bees soon flew.

We prepared for battle without a word.

Claudie holds the position and Winia casts her spell.

- Fire bolt.

The flame that emanates from the tip of the staff instantly reaches out and penetrates into the trunk of the killing bees embroidered in the air.

- Got it!

- Bummer!

A small explosion erupts with the ranks, and the burnt-out horseshoes fall to the ground without power. That number reached six. It is the Wizard Down Accuracy and Power.

At that short moment, he captured the target precisely and shot a number of fire bolts to the ground.

"Head Swordsmanship!!!"

It was up to me and Claudie to fly.

Even though they had a large size, that didn't mean they could withstand my screening.

Immediately, I spread out the herbs of the Fetal Pressure and lowered the knife vertically, and the horse bee that was caught in it left the half-clay behind.

"Oh... look at this."

The admiration seeped through my fingertips.

It was the first time I ever tried real use after changing knives, but the newly bought Claymore was as if it had been used since childhood.

Above all, the increased length and weight have made the screening more powerful.

I didn't think I could cut it so neatly.

- Wedge!

Immediately twisted his wrist and stared up at the oblique slash, cutting out the horseshoe that was aiming for the side.

The attack was very neat compared to the power it contained. It tasted very good. With the exchange of swords rewarding, I cut off the flying wasps.