Log Horizon

◆ Chapter4.01

"Ho, ho, ho!? Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey. Come on!

The giant dog wolf, Kanami, who was chasing the questioning (Gumon), unbalanced and waved his hands in a swimming manner. The large cavity deep underground is washed to such an extent that it wets the soles of the shoes because of waterways like a staircase.

The questioning (Gumon) easily climbed the steps with the elegance of four-legged walking, without being sprinkled by such companions.

This place is apparently a regular cave.

According to a story from the Mink of Flowers (Fardeaux), there are hundreds of bell caves in this Mountain of Wolves, large and small, and dozens of bell caves just for what humans can pass through. Not that it's a massive dungeon, but Crusty thought that countless instance-style dungeons might have settled in such a way as a result of the Catastrophe.

Fluffy and floating magic lights (magic lights) were summoned by Kanami from the Light Scroll. Though inherently a magician's non-combat magic, low-level convenience magic is often provided with consumable magic items that anyone can use. It's not much of a price, so often the "adventurer" you get used to keeps in your luggage.

It was still a damp cave with darkness, albeit illuminated, but Kanami didn't seem to care at all. Being a "militant" (monk) dressed in a light piece of equipment with little area, she progresses through the dim with a flickering, flickering movement. I glance all over the darkness and branches at restless children, often exploring routes, and normally, I satisfy my curiosity.

Crusty stared at that without making any particular comments.

It's not something that's otherwise in my interest, and if you're going to expose me, that's fine.

When it came to thinking about the situation, it was "apparently a disturbance has begun." It's a familiar feeling, something that I felt everyday in Krusty's life.

At a young age, he thought he was like a boat floating in a stormy sea.

The unreasonable and irresistible that could not be resisted was the outside world for Harumi Hongchi (Krusty).

When I was old enough to go to school, I learned the word "ripple". They say "" means "big wave." "Heights" look very high or deep. He put that word repeatedly, the Great Wave, into his privileged seat in his mind with a boyish, barren bigotry in a sense. "It's just right for a wave ride," said the inner tsunami, a world like the stormy sea, which became a challenge for him to overcome.

By the time I went to middle school, I was to the point of being able to dance cleverly on the big wave of trouble, and I was even starting to think that rough rubbing wasn't enough stimulation for high school.

- Prodigal (Rubi: Bohemian).

That's what my relatives have told me.

That was not true, of course, in his own perception. Because I never wasted all of my clan's assets, and I never meant to live all I wanted without doing what I had to do.

Rather speaking of his own perception, he intends to have lived with care for his relatives. Being a concubine, he was susceptible to white-eye vision, and Hongchi was famous and had relatives all over Japan. There is nothing more unbearable than the rich of famous houses living in the province. Moreover, if gold lending is also the main business, the extent of it is unimaginable. Hongchi Qingming (Krusty) was a young man around his head, so he didn't hesitate to stay out of their way so as not to bother them.

Nevertheless, it is about itself, and not more about trouble. He is not responsible for the waves, that is, the various noises that push him. It is force majeure, so to speak. That's why he enjoyed it.

(Well, I'm not saying I've never been on board myself)

So was the duel with Elias.

I'm not even crazy enough to get beat up from myself, but if I do, I'll have fun hanging out with you. No, I even think it would be a loss if they didn't entertain me more than they cut me off.

For Krusty, this disturbance is another part of the world. If you say so, of course, all the disturbances that followed the Catastrophe do. I don't intend to actively participate from myself, but I intend to taste every dish (battle) that comes out.

With that in mind, Crusty saw Kanami twisting up the cliff ahead.

Crusty walks down the sloping passage leading to his right hand, as he has no hobby of sticking to wet rocks. Then Kanami, who raised his panicked voice, ran after him and started walking again to lead Crusty.

"Do you like the lead?

"Ugh!

Why? Why?

That's a moonlight question.

Don't you have any reason to like it?

There may be.

But I'm not particularly interested enough to ask.

Have you always liked it?

Probably correct.

Even the hunting ground meeting with [D.D.D.] appeared first.

However, I was asleep during the practical talks (guess).

Woman snoring in voice chat

Responsibilities as leader of the Tea Party

Is it more likely the other way around?

"Were you the leader of the Tea Party because you like to walk the lead?

The reply to Crusty, who came up with the question, was, "Yeah, I am! was." That's why it's impossible to think in common sense. I've never heard of any guild that would be the host of a community because that's all they want to be in the lead when walking in a group.

But that was also a satisfactory response. He's an insane person, so he's not on the inside of common sense.

Kanami, who walks ahead singing his nose song, looks back in a good mood and says, "What's going on over there?," he asked. I guess I was just bored.

"What do you think?"

"Yeah, yeah. What happened to you? The last two years! And what's the Yamato server like?

"Don't you know?

Crusty answered low.

It didn't mean that I wanted to keep it a secret or that I didn't like to act as the other person, but I want you to avoid duplication of information.

"Oh no. It's gone, I haven't even been in touch or anything, I've been stopped! You haven't heard much from KR either, have you? You're not gonna answer me honestly."

"Not that I deserve it."

KR is a member of the "Prodigal Tea Party" and the "Divo Cherry Tea Party". Prodigal, of a meteor-like organization, one of three staff officers who somehow felt intimate just because of the sound of it.

"Klu, you're cold. If you walk in a place like this without a word, your glasses will glow in vain."

……

Crusty shrugged his shoulder. I didn't mean to tease you, so it's not a rush to talk if you want. "Well, see, the report Horenzo," he said, "I guess we should keep Kanami informed of the trajectory of the Akiba people.

"The past two years, is it? When it came to large-scale combat (Reid) strategies, D.D. and Howling were competing. Honesty floats and sinks. As an emerging guild, the West Wind Brigade grew with Silver Sword, catching up with the top group at once."

I started off with a topic that was not touchy around, and started conveying messages from the last two years of large-scale combat (Reid) rankings.

This ranking was not prepared by the official Elder Tail. Large-scale combat (Reid) is not regarded as such. Many are offered by the server-by-server community in the form of anonymous bulletin boards and other rumors.

When the expansion pack is released, it includes a number of high-end content. The main thrust of this is a 24-man battle (full-raid) chain story. One expansion pack often contains about four to seven dungeons. And in one dungeon, there are between three and ten large-scale combat (Reid) bosses. In other words, there are about thirty "goals" per expansion pack.

These powerful energies exist implicit sequences. Dungeons are often assumed to be able to attack in the order you like, but in fact, if you don't defeat the Massive Combat (Reid) Enemy in the lower dungeons and improve your gear, the victory won't be over challenging the higher bosses.

Massive Combat (Reid) Rankings are a collection of information about which Alliance has defeated up to the number of goals in its expansion pack.

It takes weeks to attack a single boss. That's all it takes to analyze, equip, and collaborate on a completely uninformed enemy. In other words, whenever a single expansion pack was released, "D.D." defeated the eighth body, "The Black Sword Knights" now seems to be up to the seventh body, such a ranking race lasts for twenty months. That is the "Elder Tail" Massive Combat (Reid) ranking.

And this ranking was also a sequence of guilds from a situation of power strife within the server or from short-circuited watchers.

"You're stable."

"It didn't fluctuate much at the expansion pack level."

Yes, Krusty replied.

Both D.D., Howling and the Black Sword Knights are quite historic powerful large-scale combat (Reid) organizations on Yamato Server. We have been competing since the Tea Party of the Prodigal was active. Sometimes the expansion packs introduced were purely a package of tendencies to add dungeons rather than the addition of new elements that would also turn the forces upside down so far.

In short, the two years following the dissolution of the "Tea Party of the Prodigal" would sum up that the fierce race itself continued, but that the competition was healthy, and there was no surprise in Yantian's return.

"Homo ho. Um, from Catastrophe?

"That's... you can't say enough in one bite. Akiba has set up an organization called the Roundtable Conference."

"Yeah, I heard a little there"

"Siloe, you're the actor."

Bullshit, that's how Crusty did it. It's that young man named Siloe who doesn't like being praised that way. It was unbalanced and could be described as an interesting acquaintance. An ultra-long range of white soldier fights specialty (Rubi: a powerless idealist) is the impression of Shiloe from Krusty.

If it is to serve a purpose, it stretches its range to any distance. Try to get all the way through to the far side to solve everything, even on occasions where you just have to stop preying in front of you. Not that it's a sniper, but it's all a knife. He wants you to be hurt, too, even if you have the conditions in place to unilaterally attack him.

I think it's a strange figure.

So did I.

Why try to offer your own body and soul? Do you want to get involved?

Both Isaac and Michitaka are a little strange to anyone who has gathered at the Round Table. The insane part, which cannot be said to be efficient, is helping the organization to run at such a high temperament that it can be afforded. Perhaps Krusty, too, can't blame others.

"Shiro-kun ah. Fluffy, fluffy, fluffy, fluffy, fluffy, fluffy, fluffy, fluffy, fluffy, fluffy, fluffy, fluffy, fluffy, fluffy, fluffy, fluffy, fluffy, fluffy, fluffy, fluffy, fluffy, fluffy, fluffy, fluffy, fluffy, fluffy, fluffy, fluffy, fluffy, fluffy, fluffy

"Really?"

"Yeah, it's a mochi off course."

Crusty grinned bitterly when he saw the look that could only be described as a smile of joy.

Apparently this woman is delighted with Siloe's work.

I don't know what kind of thought process that led me to that sentiment, but if you think about it, this woman is arguably the insane and wasted Far North.

It wasn't like I'd ever exchanged words with a siloe or a woman in front of me in the days when it was a game, but I guess that understanding was still shallow. I had no idea they were people with so much depth.

"Yamato is more or less peaceful in both Akiba and Minami. Of course there's a lot going on under the water, but that's where people live. The city of Akiba has a stopover called the Round Table Conference, which eliminates looting and hostilities, prevents the first wave of damage suffered by the Landlords, and the large-scale battle for regular events (Reid) is about to end."

Well, I'm not lying.

The problem with the Yamato server should be roughly in the form of finished care.

Nevertheless, from Krusty's eyes, things are rather deepening the degree of confusion.

It's a previous issue of optimism and pessimism, and there's no way this situation, like the discovery of the New World, can end in peace.

As for the development issues below the middle level of the Round Table Conference, which was set to draw a hand along the way, there will probably be less of a problem if Crusty falls out, but the time spent at the Lords' Conference, which was hiding it, will naturally meet with a time limit. If the Goblins' threat is removed, the relationship between the Adventurers and the Earthlings will inevitably take us to the next step. That is not a bad thing in itself, but the relationship between the two is very difficult to steer after the current hostile presence has disappeared. It is also true that I wanted the goblins to remain enemies until some interaction became common.

In the first place, the Adventurers and the Earthlings are too far apart.

It's not the difference you can expect to make.

That young man (Shiloe), who was so hotter than he looked, traveled north to make that match, but it must have been another dream story win. I don't expect to fail, but even if I succeed, there can't be a piece attached to all of the problem.

No, if we succeed, there will be an outburst around Ains.

In macro terms, the situation is beyond the scope of an individual's efforts.

Of course individual little misfortunes will be preventable.

But there must still be a lot of blood to sort out this situation.

(It doesn't mean anything changes because I was there.)

Crusty shrugged his shoulders only to his own mind.

"Kra, why are you even here?

"Involved in an accident, huh? Thanks to the barren curse (Bad Status)."

So Krusty was answered with the smoothness as if it had been prepared for that question.

I haven't wanted it, but I can't even say I actively resisted it.

Being somewhat eye-catching doesn't affect a lot of people wherever they are in the big picture. It's only natural that they're not trying to influence you. So I have nothing in particular to think about being flown or retained.

If you can find something quite enjoyable on the spot, that's fine.

"To whom?

"Who...?

For such a crusty, Kanami's inquiry was like being poked at by surprise.

Get caught up in who? Cursed by who?

Crusty didn't even have that question.

At some point a pale golden glow illuminated Crusty's nagging chains of thought. Cold winds swirl and cloak.

The long, winding belly cave led the two adventurers into the middle of Mount Wolf.

◆ Chapter4.02

The dusty and dirty mink (Fardejao) was in the greatest ordeal of my life. At the moment of the collapse, it is good that Krusty jumped me to escape the damage, but I was caught in a pine branch and passed out for a while. It took me about half a day to gently climb the rocky skin of "Wolf Mountain", which completely changed its terrain even after I woke up.

Sadly, the puffiness drips tears, and my nose can't wait to say it.

The parcel (fudge) of the official official, which was also prestigious in its primitive form, has been rubbed off and is already worn out. To put it that way, the mink itself was worn out.

"What a terrible thing to have done"

I get soggy and my legs stop, but I eat up and go over another rock.

For her low back length, even the steps to the extent that Crusty crosses are the cliffs themselves.

"Is Master Xian okay? And all my people."

The Mink are the heavenly officials who manage the Immortal Realm. That's not a lie.

So what is a heavenly official? If asked, I don't actually have a flower mink (furdeaux) with me.

For example, what is an official? Neither the exact meaning nor the work of the mink (Phardeau) is known. There is a perception that he is a respected official. I also have the self-esteem that it should be great. But if you ask me why I'm honored, "Because I'm a heavenly official?" I'm fuzzy enough to answer. What are the specific tasks? I don't understand the extent to which they distract me from my gaze.

If you follow a vague memory of an official, you should have a supervisor and get that order to work, but there is no such thing as a direct supervisor in the mink (Fardeaux). I've never seen him since he was born, and I've never taken orders.

If you insist, all Immortals are supposed to come to your boss, but your boss never visited the Immortal Realm where the mink (Fardejao) lives.

Besides, I don't really know what heaven is. I know it's somewhere up there where the immortal lives, but I've never been.

The Mink (Fardejao) people have been in the Immortal Realm of Mount Wolf since their birth and have lived as their caretakers. Well, it might have been better than a government official.

At one point the Immortal Realm grew on the border, the number of temple rooms increased, and the sisters were increased at some point, but the minks (Phardeaux) lived in boredom. Clean the temple, water the long and steep stone stairs, and occasionally welcome visitors to Zhu Huan (Juhowan) and other places of worship. Meals are mainly hard nuts. Eating peaches on your own, the possessions of immortals, is a felony as an official.

So I was really happy when Xian-kun (Krusty) showed up.

When I heard it was a cure for my illness, I tried so hard to see him, but he didn't seem so serious, and he talked to the mink (Fardeaux).

I don't really know my personality and I have a mean part, but I consider myself a smart, elegant and kind boss.

When the mink (Fardejao) and his sisters look up at the peaches that shake in the soft breeze of the Immortal Realm, they can give them a large fruit without hesitation. "You can't even climb a tree if your hands and feet are short," along with the teasing phrase, "but Fadeau thinks it's like Xian-kun." Because the mink people are the masters of tree climbing.

Peaches were melt-sweet, but even better than that were many of the dishes you create, Sen. They don't always make them, but they taste a lot better than the mink people make them. So much so that the Mink tribe, who should be able to stand without eating, queues in your handicrafts until you use the art of humanization and spiritualization. As far as knowledge is concerned, Sen-kun's "boiled egg-filled pork chopped meal" is much more delicious than the "court dish of leaving in the heavenly palace." Just for the record, it can no longer be called bone removal, such as the flower mink (Fardeaux) that is attached to it every time as the lead.

That is why the nose of the mink (Fardeaux) was currently cringing and bright red.

I just think if Xian-kun (Krusty) was stuck in that dark hole and underneath the big rock, my chest would be crushed. I want you to sift through the sweet, gentle, somewhere slightly burnt bitter, sweet-boiled peach buns you made again. I want you to laugh wildly and show me the vibrant twelve equal parts.

The mink (Fardejao), which was rubbing his nose, turned up and solidified. Early morning blue sky sparkling rainbow light rises. The light was so pretty, but I kind of felt very uncut and my chest ached. It was also the first light to see for the mink (Fardeau).

"Wolf Mountain" is a huge rocky mountain that receives the "White Peach Temple".

But in this state of affairs, it turns out that countless bell caves inside this mountain are structures that run like ant nests.

The rock bed is harder than enough, and the cave should have been worn by tens of thousands of years of erosion, but not so much so that a collapse has occurred everywhere in its belly cave that passage is impossible or new paths have been contacted. Even as we travel crawling through the surface of the rocky mountain, all over the sight is showing the memory and memory of the flower mink (Fardeaux).

Normally, the rock skin on which the trail was stretched collapsed, and she walked down a slope of rubble in a bowl. There were occasions where my feet were too unstable to stand and walk, sometimes crawling down backwards, and still clumps of ragged and crumbling rock scratched my anxiety.

The sight spread was a wet rock underground cavity that was also familiar to the mink (Fardeaux), but it changed as it went down several steps. The wet, black natural stone turned into a bright gray, geometrically linear floor. A tube that would be octagonal if cut into rings - that is, the passage where the mink (furdeaux) was going - seemed to be shaped like that.

Overall, it is thinly dirty and dusty, but it is likely that it was once clean. That is evident from the spirituality of a passage that is prolonged without madness at all angles and sizes. There were cracks all over the aisle, from which structures were visible filled with the likes of metal tubes and strips that might not have been able to make a good deal of sense. This could have been an underground fortress or a ruin.

As usual in the Immortal Realm, Wolf Mountain is tasked with escorting Konron, so is it an institution for this purpose? and the mink (Fardejao) thought. I don't have any knowledge or interest, so I just thought maybe so.

I tried to smell the air with the sunshine, but I couldn't find the smell of Xian. It just smells like cloudy water, dust and sparks because of a massive collapse. Moving past the metal plate marked TV station, the aisle thickened, leaving for the abandoned compartment where the rails, cables and various other magic fixtures made of metal that the mink (Fardeaux) had never seen.

Could this passage be off the hook?

The passage was suddenly crushed with giant natural stones around the point where the mink (Fardejao) would think so. If you put your face through the gap and look around into the dark, and sneak into the big hole ahead of you, the smell will be strong as it was burned earlier.

"What is it..."

When you blurt, the mink (Fardeaux) who feels it might be dangerous crushes such a dialogue precisely because it is frightened in the heart. I look around for a moment, but that's just because I'm afraid of the darkness, not because I'm wary.

"You're not in anything, are you? 'Cause it's deep underground."

A flower mink (Fardejao), who spoke quickly to deceive herself about to flinch, discovered it was a bleached white sunlight that plunged into the darkness to cleave it. That's not as brilliant as it already is in the afternoon. But still, it is the light of day. If you look up, some of the high ceilings are opening with a collapse. Seeing the blue sky far away, it seemed like I could get out of there. Of course, that would be if the sky could fly.

The shadows look darker in the eyes caught in the light.

So it won't be necessary for the mink (Fardeaux) to be late to notice for a while.

Beyond that veil of light plugging in like a waterfall was a giant beast. A lion-like monster with wet, smooth fur. Despite the fact that the whole body is covered in fur that seems to be so tough that it is colourful, the only thing is that it is covered in grotesque red meat, as only its face was peeled off from the fur. It spills tyrothiro and blue and white electric light from the turbulent pile teeth lining the gums of the protrusion.

"Higuru."

The scream became so unbearable that he hurriedly suppressed his mouth. but of course the mink (fardeaux) can't afford to regret it. Let's not get noticed, let's not make a sound, let's turn back. Oh, my God. I didn't even think of that.

Huge beasts and sights match.

That one is obviously noticing the mink (Fardeaux), staring around to taste the whole body. Flower mink (Fardeaux) became fluffy with a loss of strength in her legs, as if she didn't even know if she was standing or asleep.

(Dies, dies)

The figure of the beast, which came out gently in front, appeared in the hall where the light plunged in and still looked huge. It is not an animal. Warcraft. Besides, he looks like an evil beast of a kind I've never seen in this "Mount Wolf", a distraction.

Seeing the beastly breath, the mink (Phardeau) realized.

The smell of burning was not the effect of something burning up. The limbs and exhalations of this beast, blue and white, are burning the air directly.

Shiatsu, and the sound of air cracking continuously. Flower mink (Fardeaux) clamped her eyelids all the time to feel her skin feel numb due to the difference in voltage. It's over. You can't die here. I don't know why, but I must be eaten by this warcraft from the outside. Unlike you, Xian, this disgusting monster won't even accompany peach sauce. An electric shock, like a turbulence, was actually emitted to the mink (Fardeaux) that was conceived.

Turning and clinging to the floating sensation thrown out in the air, it was the disappointing shoulder armor of Ethereal Steel.

"It's a strange encounter."

The eyes of the mink (Fardeaux) are opened in a circle to Krusty, who laughs slightly distorted at the edges of her lips. While shouting "Immortal Monster," Crusty, flickering left and right, took it disappointingly by inserting a double-edged three-day moon axe into the wide open (and later) of the Warcraft, which was soon approaching.

"40314;"

" Right! I miss you."

A female martial artist, who flickered over Krusty's head and headed for the giant beast, which can be described as a giant body, makes a metallic roar and slaps that fist.

"At this size, is it a 12-man combat (half-raid) class? Probably homogeneous or similar to the Heavenly Tower. Weaknesses are Strike, Electric Resistance"

"I knew it was a big adventure! That's Adventure Euled Continent!

With a bright response, a fierce battle began.

◆ Chapter4.03

In the midst of the collapse the battle began.

Warcraft that manipulates electric shocks, between and the Krusties.

At first, it was a flower mink held by Krusty (Fardejao), but when he saw the suki and went down, he fled into the shadow of the rock. I didn't abandon you, Sen, but to keep you from being a fighter's leg.

He has never written pain on his expression, but there is a wound on Xian's side that never stops bleeding. The wound that makes the bandage red no matter how many times you change it is a curse wound, he said. Xian, who laughs terribly, your complexion, speaking of which, always seemed white and clear. So I couldn't bear the burden of the mink. [F]

Originally, if Crusty is defeated, he is prepared to lose his life as well.

Because with her fighting power, she can't even resist that beast. With short hands and feet, I don't even think I can escape.

I thought you were strong, but your battle was overwhelming.

Every time you wave a thick axe, rubble and dirt get caught like a tsunami, and you attack the beast with the momentum of an anger. But the dark Warcraft, called ;\4031

The brunette who showed up with you, the immortal, is also showing a serene onslaught. Unlike Crusty, who slowly lowers his roots to the earth and carries out attacks and defenses by iron masses wielding with both hands, the movement was equipped with the agility of the cattle family. Jump in, roll out a poke, or release a kick, and arc in the air. The movement was rough, but very beautiful, when it came to dancing.

The battle was joined by another reinforcement.

The dog wolf who was always a samurai at Krusty's feet asked questions.

Of course, the mink (Fardeaux) thought it would be difficult to be a wolf with a fine body, but when he saw the struggle in this way, the thought was overwhelming. He hits his enemies with a movement that crawls through the land characteristic of the quadrupedal beast, a gigantic body that doesn't even take a pull compared to Krusty. The figure was also graceful despite its ferocity. The furrows of the back, which sometimes spanned the mink, reflected the light and glowed like wet, reminiscent of the flowing mercury.

"Goin!" he said! Goin!!

Mr. Kanami will be fine.

A woman is waving her hand up and accusing her of having a beating recoil.

"Isn't Klu-kun insignificantly terrible!? Aren't you savvy because it's me?"

"I'm wearing a gauntlet, so you're okay."

"Trouble me, I wanted to add like!

The two of us and one seemed to work together perfectly if we looked like her. Apparently, that old woman, according to Sen, is named Kanami. Unlike Sen-kun, he wears a lightweight ethnic costume, and when he leaps to the Warcraft like a whirlwind, he attacks.

Maybe she's a Immortal, too? With that in mind, the mink (Fardeaux) felt strangely neither lost nor disappointed. Since she is playing battle with Krusty, it is likely that she will also be a Immortal. He is one of the few compatriots who survived a crumbling world.

If that's the case, it means that the mink (Fardeaux) is the same person to serve as Krusty. It was such a shame. Maybe she's as good at making sweets as Xian-kun - thinking about it and wondering if she was that much of a eater, Flower Mink (Fardeaux) dyed one cheek.

"Tiger Ringing Fist" Tiger Echofist "Huh!!

What is the sound of the move? Kanami burst close to the body from the shoulder area on his back. The Warcraft, which seemed to have suffered that shock or would have exceeded hundreds of kilometers, was blown away so that when the body floated upwards for a moment, it could stay put.

It was the dog wolf's questioning that was waiting there. When he aimed back legs full of gaps from a low position, he stuck his sharp fangs in steely fur. If you drag half a step to further damage the unbalanced , adjust the angle to adjust the posture.

And it was Krusty who added a blow scattered with crimson magic light to that neck muscle that went defenseless. Over 50 cm across the blade, a three-day moon axe swung down like a truncated platform. The attack is accompanied by roaring warcraft.

Sen-kun, you're strong!

Flower mink (Fardeaux) leaps.

But that's why I couldn't say enough that the battle was a victory for the Xian gentlemen.

Indeed, the trend now taking place in front of us appears advantageous. But the beast of warfare, which was called uuuuuuuuuuuuuu;uuu;uuu;uu;uu;uuu\40 Flipping over at once with overflowing vigour as to where he held his unfavourable posture, he floats around a number of thunderballs that emit a scorching odor.

Seeing that the attack could hardly hit the two of them moving to dodge, he switched the thick foreleg, which had paws like a thorn (again), from a thrust to a giraffe. To avoid sharp hook claws, the female militants seemed to have no choice but to flaunt their bodies greatly.

And most importantly, Sen, your mighty, incomparable blow to the neck was the problem.

It was a blow that would have shattered even the big rock if it had been attacked like that. That part of the mink that was slaughtered so that it was not necessary to assume that it had been received (there were hundreds of people and all of them had been slaughtered) can only be seen injured to such an extent that it soaked blood in the fur.

I didn't know what this beast was capable of, but I was sure that the mink was one of the weapons. And if that's the case, aren't you Xianjuns, with only three of them, going down with all your might? Ferret felt such anxiety.

And that was a feeling that didn't even come off.

Neither of the Adventurers, who seemed to play spare battle for the mink (Fardeaux), actually had as little room as they seemed to have.

Anyway, the opponent is a monster in the 12-Member Combat (Half Raid) class.

That means that the Twelve Adventurers of the Right Level should be brought together to fight. The level of the Warcraft is eighty four. From the two of us at about ninety levels, it's somewhat inferior.

With the help of Fantasmal (Fantasmal), Adventurers are able to fight monsters as high as they are or as high as seven. So the level of eighty-four would have been a fairly easy classification of the difficulty of this battle if there had been a quorum of twelve crusaders led by Krusty here. Because of this difference in level, Krusty and the others are able to avoid or keep the Warcraft from attacking.

On the other hand, however, it was also fatal that the combat participants were a quarter of the constant. No matter how many combat participants there are, defense or dodging is not going up or down significantly. However, attack and endurance vary greatly depending on the number of people. The attack is proportional to the number of hands, and the endurance, or MP, is proportional to the number of people. The result is that Crusty and the others run out of leeway - such a future - without finishing . Even if we continue to avoid deadly attacks, fatigue and depletion of MP will sharpen the means of response and crush us like wheat in a stone mole. That is the expected end.

"I'm remembering something!

"It's too late."

"Live and swim in remembrance"

But I don't have that kind of sadness for Crasty, who blurts but doesn't create gaps in Kanami, who fights with a laugh. The mink (Fardejao) had to be watched even though it was harrowing.

"Big fights in every country. (Reid) The bosses are around."

"- Really? It looks like a wolf-style dungeon set for a flower mink."

"Aren't you the boss here?

"Come on, what do you think? Well, no wonder."

The relaxing conversation was blocked by the widespread attack of the Warcraft.

It's a flood of lightning strikes that reach a radius of tens of meters. The female militants, not knowing what the reason was, made an attack that should also be called a runoff. One of the vocational "class" abilities called "militant" (monk) is "ghost walking" (phantom step), but that's not known to the mink (fardeaux).

Crasty, who nullified the damage by sliding tightly into the crevices of the disturbed stream, winds up the dirt and sand with a three-day moon axe to serve as an impromptu dirt base. It was the dog wolf who used it for questioning.

Fermented mink (Fardeaux) not allowed to participate in the conversation, but no. I didn't know such a warcraft, I wanted to tell him. To the best of Fadejao's knowledge, this "Wolf Mountain" leads to the sanctuary, the Immortal Realm for spreading the voice of the other side. It's a giant wolf (just like the questioning) named Wolf who's giving me protection, and I'm not such an ugly beast with a red peeled face.

"I don't know about this."

Speaking like a scream, you listened. Crusty replied, waving an axe, "Really?" without even looking back. I have no idea what you're always thinking, Sen-kun, but I accept it a lot lightly.

"Then where did it come from?

"So I know that - hiaaah!?

The rubble splashed as waved his forelegs down hard.

They were only so trivial an attack, perhaps warcrafty, that they could not even scratch Krusty's Ethereal Armor, but not for the mink (Fardeaux), who was riding himself out of the shadows of the rocks and protesting. A stone of the same size as my face came flying at high speeds.

If I was surprised and avoided flying, I rolled with Cologne in excess of my momentum.

I guess the terrain was bad too. From the shade of the hidden rock, crumbling dirt and sand are deposited like ramps, with nothing to stop. With the eye spinning, the mink (Fardeaux) came out roughly five meters.

That's quite a distance for the Mink people. I can't rush back into the shadows of a rock or stand up too well for fear. His knees are also cramped to stand up on the silk hem he felt on his fingertips.

"It came from the universe."

I caught a mink (furdeaux) with a cool voice turning my eyes. Raising her gaze, she said that the hem she was rubbing was a woman's coat. I did not see the expression, but the Lord of the voice knew with a cloudy sweet scent and voice.

"The summons outline was sent to" "and it was possible to send troops to various locations according to their resources."

That voice belonged to Fairy Ye Lotus.

With a thin grin on the edge of her lips and motherly mercy watching the child play, the fairy continued to spin words unknown to the flower mink (Fardegao).

"Our witch ruler, the Princess Nishi, is in a hurry for a clock needle. Tell me there is nothing qualified in this land."

I wonder what the fairy is saying?

Even the heavenly mink of flowers (Phardeau) did not know.

He was a kind man who came to see you.

No, even now, that face was kind as it was filled, but for some reason it didn't look that way. The soft lips with a small smile look like a smile avoided to the ear. That can't be true, but I can't stop chilling.

"Shattering the rainbow and shaking it on the beach, you are dreaming of your return. Tell him to descend the time-limited beasts that Colopatillon opens one after the other, like meteors."

The singing line froze before the abrupt and overwhelming cold air.

"My new compatriot, Elias. Follow the request of the Princess West and settle for my obsession."

The blue and gold knights, who appeared to be guided by fluttering and spreading hands, stepped into the battlefield with their clear swords slipping down.