Fun Territory Defense of the Easy-Going Lord ~The Nameless Village Is Made Into the Strongest Fortif

Shaken by Yusa Yusa, I narrowed my eyes to the sunlight overflowing from the gap between the deep forest and the trees and took a deep breath.

"Nice view."

"Yes, the air is thick and pleasant"

"I'm concerned about the shaking... uhh..."

Enjoying a forest bath for the three of us, we continue right on the side of the cliff.

I want you to be clear whether it's a forest, a gorge, a cliff or a bride river canyon. It's a magnificent scale view like a scene in a movie.

No, the view would change too much in an hour into the woods.

In the meantime, there's higher-higher-mayhem around, and in a few minutes, the smell of blood and the corpse of the Warcraft can join some of the scenery.

"... I didn't expect this to happen..."

I whine so much, but no one gives me sympathy. Even Till is a bitter laugh that feels like "What now?"

"'Cause Master Van told you... to go to the dungeon or something..."

"Are you all right, Master Kamsin..."

Because of motion sickness, Kamsin is tough sometime. I'm sorry. So don't look at me like that.

Nevertheless, the journey is quite tight while being held accountable like a shrine by six inflexible adventurers.

No, the adventurers I carry are harder. Sometimes it's a bad road, and it's pretty shaky.

I suggested that Camsin go down and walk a few times, but he was pissed off that I should ride because I don't weigh a lot and it would be a foothold.

As a result, it is the birth of a blue camsin nestled by the window with a sinister expression.

By the way, the shrine like the box part of the smaller carriage I made is pretty light. But when the four of us ride, that's it. In that state, the adventurers are replacing and transporting six in thirty minutes.

Severe vertical swings, but also severe horizontal swings. Looking out the window, he's going to be thrown out the minute he's distracted.

But in that environment, the women were strong. I enjoy the view outside with a sense of travel.

"Master Arte, that's an amazing cliff."

"That's deep. But it's a very magnificent view. The mountains you see in the distance are beautiful."

"It's bigger than a cloud. Oh, there's a warcraft flying in the sky... see"

"Well, awesome"

I'm scared.

What if they attack you? We've changed from sacrifice to sacrifice. Well, I know it's okay because I have a bogan that I created quickly, but I don't know if they poke at me for surprise.

Looking around the window to confirm, some of the adventurers are turning to confirm that they wander around with warcraft vigilance.

Oh, my God, this time our escort gathered fifty people on their own because the Orts talked. For some reason I wanted to go see the dungeon anyway, but it would be too much ground for a boulder.

Ten of them are buying my weapon in the village, so it's quite a force for war.

"Hyah! It's a giant forest troll!

"I hunt!

"Seriously, there are two trolls!? What, that sword!?

Pretty noisy, but thanks to it, the women don't seem to feel too scared.

Thus, when Camsin's complexion changed from blue to white, we reached the dungeon.

Along the way, I went through the part where there was only one way to go, however I could still pass in a state of divinity.

I couldn't see the ground with my face out the window and it felt like I was floating on a cliff. I decided I would never let you go on your way home unless you expanded the road.

"Master Van! We're here. Yo!

I can hear you calling, face out the window.

The way forward was the cliff.

"Stop! Stop! Stop right here!

Scream unexpectedly.

"Huh? Almost there, huh?

A man in charge of divinity said that with a strange face.

Idiot. You idiot.

"Put me down with a little broad cousin! Come on!"

Bye-bye. Complaining, the adventurers follow instructions even as they look suspicious.

"Did you do something?"

"What's up!?

and the orthos who were in the front row rush back as well.

The right hand is a forest, and the left hand is a chopped cliff. And it's a cut cliff up ahead, too. Two unreliable marutai are hung at the end of that cliff, serving as bridges to the opposite shore.

No, you're an idiot. Keep to safety standards. I'm going to have a coup.

I can't stop being angry when I get off the gods. [M]

Adventurers return from the opposite shore, more than ten meters wide, crossing over the Marutai like street performers. I'm jumping on Marutai when I'm in Kusara.

"... rectify places like this, where you die if you fail a little. Hazard forecasting. Risk management. Okay?"

When told that, the adventurers look at each other and tilt their necks.

"There it is, a place like that"

"Yes, the front seat. Sit there and reflect."

I made an improbable statement about twenty years old on the skinhead, so I let him sit on the spot. I'm complaining, but I was forced to sit upright from around me.

After confirming that, I point to Marutai.

"Mr. Kusara, cross it"

With that said, Kusara nodded in wonder and crossed out the marutai.

"Kamsin, kick Marutai"

"Yes!"

"Hey, Master Van!?

As Kamsin ran to kick Marutai, Kusara desperately crossed to the other shore.

"Are you going to kill me!?

Pointing to Kusara expressing her anger as she jumps across the shore, she looks back at the adventurers.

"Even a light kusara can fall if the marutai rolls or breaks. All right, man!

"Yes!"

Everyone replied well.

"Well, Marutai should either be securely secured or we should look for a safer path, right? All right, man!

"Yes!"

Got another good reply.

Um, have you learned?

"So what do you think this Maruta should do?

"I'll line up a lot!

"Yes, front seat"

"Yes!"

The number of adventurers sitting on the front rose again.

"Build a sturdy bridge! Bring me a tree!

That's how I was supposed to build the bridge before I got to the dungeon.

After enough, I made a bridge out of wood that I had purchased in the near field. [M] Width ten meters. It is a sturdy bridge that can also be passed by carriages loaded with luggage. For once, I'm also devising a way not to move.

"This is how you make sure you're safe before you cross"

When I said that, I got stuck with the adventurer.

"You can't!

"How many days would it take to build a bridge like this..."

"I don't have time for that."

And it's just complaining.

"If you're gonna complain, I'm not gonna build you a base."

With that said, words of apology pour down like rain.

"I'm sorry!

"Bridge, I'll make it!

"Forgive me!

Apologizing adventurers. I have no choice. Van, you are generous.

"Well, it's a base..."

That's what I say, look at the entrance to the dungeon.

The hole is about three meters across. It's a shaped cave that goes down diagonally, and it even looks thin and bright in the back.

The cave is surrounded by rock walls and there is not much space in front of the entrance. A short walk in the direction of return leads to a cliff, with a splendid and admirable bridge leading across the shore.

When it comes to creating a base in that tiny space, it bothers me a little.

"... what is it?

Till asks me, and I say, "Oh," and I look up.

"Okay. First of all, a suggestion for the necessary equipment. What do we all want?

"Whorehouse."

"Rejected. Front seat"

It was difficult to create a base.