Makai Hongi

I rushed to my grandfather.

Along the way, two Stonegolem tribes have stood up.

"Out of the way, out of the way!

The hell kicked the knee joint and rolled it over, the other took it backwards and rolled it back.

They both rolled down the ramp.

They're both still alive, but not now.

"Oh... of the Auga tribe... whatever it was"

"It's Goran, Grandpa Elvan"

"That's right. The fact that your lord is here means he was able to stop you."

"Oh, I heard the news and I flew in. Totally unscrupulous."

"What, when I looked from the high ground, the innocent guys came. If I get caught in that, I'm gonna have a hard time with your lords."

"That's why Grandpa doesn't have to! So much."

The trunk is broken from the middle.

"This town even has my children, grandchildren, grandchildren, and grandchildren. 'Cause we're gonna have trouble staying occupied by the enemy."

"And yet, Grandpa, when did you become an Elder species?

"Suddenly when the enemy attacked me.... I'm glad to see your face at the end."

"The last thing... Grandpa. Whoa, Grandpa..."

"Hey, Golan. Can you do me one favor?"

"What is it, Grandpa? Say anything."

"I want our bodies buried in the park."

"Grandpa......"

"Then give me plenty of water. Without water, the roots tend."

"... hmm?

"All this year, we'll be able to talk, but next year, the roots will be strong."

"Er, Grandpa?

"What?

"Um... are you okay? They're breaking my body."

"If they leave you like this for a few days, you'll die, but you'll die as long as they break the trunk. After all, we are the fairy species of trees. More trees."

"What's the last one?

"'Cause, Lord, when the war is over, you'll be gone, won't you?

".............................. sort of"

There is no end, is that the end?

The life force of the tree fairy species is high. The less aggressive it was said to be, the more pronounced it is, but I see, it also snorts.

"Goran, I knocked down the two of them that rolled over. But I lost five bodies over there."

"Grandpa, wait a little longer to bury it. 'Cause I'm gonna clean up a little bit."

"Whoa. It's okay to be half a day late."

"I'm not that late."

... Damn it, you defeated two and lost five, you don't get the right number.

But the five bodies are a little harsh at a time.

But there's nothing you can't do.

Grandfathers, the people who defeated the Cherry Ents deserve a decent reward.

I'm going to the Golem where I broke my joints earlier.

I was about to get up, so I smash the joints in my support hand.

"I'll borrow this."

I grabbed a stone golem arm.

If it is made of stone, "Rock Throw" can be used.

"There you go!

Throw for real.

The flying stone arm hit the face of the Stonegolem tribe, then flew away as it spun up in excess of momentum.

The golem, when it came to it, fell backwards with the impact of the arm hitting it, rolling down the hill involving the other golems.

"Speaking of which, I'll tell you because this is a good opportunity. What I learned at the dojo was how to win fights, not martial arts."

For some reason, the dojo owner preferred to use dirty methods of warfare when competing against me.

If you think about it now, you would have regretted losing to me.

But it was pretty hands-on training, and it worked for me. I really don't know what I'm going to need anywhere.

There's no point in telling these guys that right now.

The Stonegolem's defense outweighs the Auga gently, but that's not why they're stronger than us.

"Come on, you bastards, put it together. Don't kick him out of there!

I run away with help.

I didn't know how to add or subtract strength from the Auga before, but I'm used to it.

Running downhill with all my might, I used to watch a lot of moves on TV - I visited the Golem's chest with a prowless drop kick.

Make a flashy noise and the five golems hit more and more and roll down the hill.

Becca waited downstairs with a full grin and dismantled it.

Which would be happier if it were destroyed by me or dismantled by Becca...

Having cleaned up our enemies, me and Becca dug holes in the most spectacular and sunny places and buried the five Cherry Ents, as Grandpa had requested.

"All right, Grandpa?"

"Ooh. Plenty of water, too"

"Okay. I'll bring it now."

"I want water every day until I can root for it, if I can."

"That's a luxury, dude"

"We can't move, and we're old. We need a lot of water to feed our lives."

"Though it must have just evolved!

"Well, that's it. This is not it. Ho ho ho."

"... ok. We're still at war, and you don't know if I can come every day, so I'll tell the Kobolds."

"Sorry for the inconvenience."

"I don't mind that, but the grandfathers will be careful. That's cold liver."

"Uhm. Let's be careful."

"It's just your mouth, that. I don't feel safe at all."

After Becca took a look around town and confirmed that there were no other enemies, we returned to our own ranks.

"Welcome back. We're safe here."

Cyfa greeted him.

There are few scratches on the body. It must have been a fierce battle.

"How are the enemies?

"You weakened momentum if the Reapers attacked you from the rear. Does it feel like the enemy pulled it off while we were still fighting?

"Painey, where do I add in my current story?

"Well, the enemy seems to have retreated avoiding a war of attrition"

"I see."

Enemy maneuvers were only a pinch.

Instead of reinforcements showing up from behind us, they must have figured out the disadvantage by knocking down the corpse ghosts at the rear.

It would be unfavourable if we fought a war of attrition across positions. I can also snort retreating.

"So, Goran. Yeah, you're still going to the meeting today, aren't you?

"It's an ops meeting. I'll go, but what?

"Then take me with you."

"Fine, but you can't go in there."

I'm just waiting outside, just like the rig.

"That's fine. I want to know what Golan is doing in this place."

"Hmm..."

I was entrusted with the crime scene today, and Brother Waste may have had some thoughts.

"Can I go?

"Oh. No problem."

"Eh, if your brother's going, so am I."

"You leave a message with the rig.... Rig, so I'm going with Scifer today"

"Yes, I did. You're not going."

"Brother, it's sloppy."

"You take me tomorrow. That's all right."

"Oh well. Brother, you're smart."

"Right?"

You're still taking him tomorrow? Me?