The Sorcerer King of Destruction and the Golem of the Barbarian Queen

"I'm not guilty of the spider Kuku..."

I shrugged small, staring at the fiercely burning flames in front of me.

Currently, a saturated attack by fire magic has resulted in the incineration of an example poisonous spider called Dead Mesh Worm (of which).

This spider was originally an uninhabited organism near the Alavi clan. If you starve, it spreads around you and starts attacking livestock, wildlife, and humans.

It's pathetic, but here's what else to do.

The sorcerers sent by the association are mostly skilled people with high fire attribute aptitudes.

They are the so-called high-ranking fire magicians.

They are simultaneously emitting smokescreen-based fire magic to get worms out of the woods a lot, pushing them into the corner of the field and burning them one after the other.

Smoke controlled with the aid of wind sorcery fills the forest, and massive fire sorcery is fireworks. The sight of wild burning created by the hands of a large number of magicians was spectacular and too fantastic at the same time.

"Hey Gore, look at that one. The geese are blowing the fire."

Apparently, there's a warcrafter in a bunch of sorcerers.

A big red bird like a chicken crown (or something like that) is exhaling pneumonia from her mouth.

A flame of red lotus emitted in a straight line from the mouth (beak) of a red monster bird burns the spiders down one after the other. The figure is still a flamethrower.

After the passing of the high fever flaming muscle, only the burnt ground and the remains of the blackened spider remain.

"Hey, hey, that's amazing, buddy. What the hell is going on with that bird's mouth?"

I spoke with a smile to Gore standing next to me.

She has already returned safely from toddler regression and back to the usual figure of the sleek beauty goddess Elf.

Instead, there are many strangers around, such as the Sorcerer of the Association, so Gore is in complete mode now. My partner is a terrible acquaintance.

Being a baby casually in front of acetu or jambilla and sweetening it up with bubble bubbles, which means that while it's any good, it would be proof that Gore is very attentive to them.

Such a gore, but he reacted instantly to my conversation and turned his attention to the ostrich.

But I quickly turned my gaze back on you because you weren't interested.

After that, he's staring at all my smiles shaking at the ostrich. I haven't seen anything about the ostrich.

Currently, this is how I take Gore and wait near the scene of the spider exorcism.

There are several other groups of golem users standing nearby. It is a position of escort personnel in case a spider bursts out and something unforeseen happens.

Even so, I honestly didn't seem to have much to worry about that.

The spiders are chased by smoke and crawl cursorily out of the woods, burning with a scream of kicky and little disconnected demons. Almost irresistible.

They say that bugs, not just this spider, are basically a lot more vulnerable to thermal attacks.

A bug that has many special abilities and has an advantage over golem users close to invincibility in frontal combat. But on the other hand, they still don't mean they're weak either.

Fighting between magicians in this world seems to be clearly incompatible with each other.

Well, either way. It is an undeniable fact that those fire magicians are easily and stylishly exorcising poisonous spiders that I or Gore can't help but crush and kill.

I stared at the spiders being burned to death in pity.

... Oh, strange poisonous spider from another world.

You guys really don't like fire attributes either, like this me...

I felt kind of, asexually sad when I lay my figure on the spiders who were losing before the fire attribute.

Thus again, I trembled upon my total defeat to the fire attribute.

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It was when I was tired of standing and trying to sit back on the spot.

Suddenly, they called his name from behind.

"Oh, brother Nemaki, were you here? I've been looking all over for you!

Turn around and one of the riders will rush to me on a fast walk.

Even so, it's not the horse he's riding. It's a horned lizard, close to a horse.

What the hell is this fantasy creature?

"What's wrong with you, you look so unusual. It doesn't mean there are no dragon riders in the East, does it?

In the face of a man who laughs at him for saying so, he looked familiar.

He was only distracted by the creature on which he was riding, but on both sides he was carrying two blue short spears (probably yes) golems. The golems' armor and shield were finished with a stylish tang and grass pattern.

"... ah. You, Mr. Purus!

It is Rudo Purus, the man who served as my matchmaker on the Magician's Association membership exam.

Speaking of which, I played more and more noise with this guy after the game, and if I realized it, I'd feel like a friend for some reason...

Why is he in a place like this?

"Hey bro, I did a lot of flashy again this time, didn't I? All the people from the club that came along, they were all dead on your topic."

The robe flickered and Purus jumped to the ground refreshingly.

And when I saw Gore standing next to me, I nodded loudly.

"Yeah, yeah. Goletalu has the same petty, inflammatory butt."

"Purus, is that what you say all of a sudden..."

This man, what he said seems to be as helpless as ever.

Either way, when you're bringing in fantasy creatures and short-speared golems, it's pretty much like that.

"By the way, why are you here?

"Isn't that a lot of rhetoric? I came all the way out here to help you guys with your vacation, didn't I? That and this, because Master Madis asked me to go to the aid knife because of an urgent rescue request to the association, and your master was sent to all of our disciples."

"Huh?"

I snapped my neck at what Purus said.

"Demaraan's grandfather said that...? I thought you and my grandmother weren't close."

"Ha. There, well, I don't know what to say. My master is a hard man to be honest with... He said he had a great opportunity to sell thanks to Master Madis, but I can see he was worried inside."

Purus sighed small after saying so.

"To tell the truth. Even this time when I was called in and leaving the clan capital, your master was stuck trying to get on the highway with us. The bone broke to hold it down. I know you're upset about Master Madis, but he gave up the golem to your son a long time ago, and he's hiding, so I want you to be nice to him."

"Sounds like we're struggling with each other, the old selfishness."

"Not at all..."

And, here, Purus added, as I recall.

"Regardless of our troubled master. Brother, you should be thankful that you, Master Madis, are doing well all the time."

"? What do you mean?

"Without the dedication of your master, no quick rescue would have been possible."

"Uh, you know what? My grandmother does have mysterious powers."

to these words of mine, but Purus shook his head to the side.

"No, it's not that simple. We came through a group of coastal cities to the south by the time we got here, but the cities over there were in the middle of a mayhem. The city's leading men had been assassinated by some hand. Nor is there one or two people killed."

"Is...? Was there such a mess going on in the South City?

To my surprise, Purus began to talk about the situation in the south.

In the coastal city where Grandma Tete was initially on her way to gather information, she said there had been a series of assassinations of dignitaries and a state of political chaos.

I don't really understand the politically oriented story of the otherworlds, but the impression of the story is that the mayor and deputy mayor were killed at the same time in more than one city. The harbor and streets were temporarily sealed off, which seems to have been quite a riot.

No, the trafficker hasn't been in here in a while, or something like that. I mean, actually, the whole thing was caused by these confusions in the south.

"Master Madis collected accurate information under immobile circumstances, and from only a few remaining perimeter damage reports, it was found that the main force behind the thieves lurking in the east was the worm users. Even during the day, he collaborated with the association, and his skills were nothing short of brilliant."

Purus, who said so much, cut the words once.

"... how about us, very ahhh"

I see, at the time of that inexorable grandmother's late return, I had a faint idea there might have been some unexpected trouble. But the situation seemed more intrusive than I imagined.

"Grandma was a grandmother, and you had a lot of trouble over there..."

Purus talking at a relatively bright pace so far, but dropped a slight tone of voice on the lid.

"But don't you think this one stinks so bad...?

"Stinky?... when you say?

"Attacks of bandits in the north, the recent assassination of dignitaries in the south… means that the timing is too good. The soldiers of the clan, who were attacked by thieves and deprived of their equipment, were also intentionally lured out by the plot. Isn't it as if the thief, having prepared all his meals, has been sniping precisely at the foothills of the Siddle in isolation in the confusion of the south"

If you notice, the usual lightness already lurked the ringing from the face of a shallow, black, tanned man. He whispered with a very serious look on his shoulder to me.

"Maybe this raid is pretty deep-rooted.... bro, you should be a little careful around here, too, as an associate"

"... well understood. Thank you, I appreciate the advice."

I smiled and thanked this man for his kindness.

"Hey Purus, what do you care? You're a super good guy."

The Mediterranean man let his eyes swim like a flash of light and grinned bitterly as he scratched his little nose.

"Huh, well, that... that's it. You beat me in the game, in case you die in a boring place. You'd even suspect me of losing to such a half-man, wouldn't you?

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So much so that the extermination of the poisonous spider was successfully completed.

I'm breaking up with Purus and walking down the path of the field with Gore.

To be honest, I wanted to stay on that spot a little longer and touch cool creatures like that dragon rider, but there was a reason I didn't either.

As a matter of fact, Gore's stress, seen too much butt by Purus, shook off MAX, and his frustration and offensive impulse were on the verge of turning to him no longer...

Besides, Gore's guy, for some reason, was also causing the dragon cavalry to recruit frustration and start releasing a killer that was going to bite even now.

You can't let your friend Purus or his pet, who has kindly taught you so many things, die for a sin to the extent that you've seen Gore's puffy ass tilt.

That's why I had nothing but to cut up the chatter early.

"Ha... You wanted to stroke that dragon rider..."

When I squealed, Gore suddenly stuck his face out.

He stroked me and said,

"You're letting me stroke you instead? Thank you, you're really sweet."

Well, I also feel like this was the reason I couldn't stroke a dragon rider in the first place.

With a broad heart that didn't blame me for such details, I looked around while I was looking at Gore's head.

"Still, you've gotten so busy..."

Here and there, people are moving around noisily.

Foster and Golem, the people of the Sorcerer's Association, and a large number of armed soldiers......

These soldiers are called clan soldiers. A considerable number of troops are now continuously arriving inside, in the form of a slight delay from the reinforcement of the Sorcerer's Association. Not, of course, the suspicious impostors disguised by the thieves, etc., but all of them are beautifully uniformed real.

They appear to be conducting on-site verification, perimeter security, and the confinement of the bodies of thieves.

Looking at these things, it seems to me that these people are still the profession of police positioning in this world.

Many of the inmates are now coming out of the walls and doing their work. They were working with the Golem to clean up the carcasses of giant turtles in massive numbers of examples left behind.

This giant turtle is huge and hard to clean, but it's only salvation that it doesn't smell like the original world turtle.

I knew these guys' carcasses would burn in the fire, just like the spiders in the example.

But I don't think so.

In fact, according to the story I told earlier about this turtle carcass, when it is finely crushed and then mixed with straw and fermented for a long period of time, it becomes a very good fertilizer.

You were all just face-to-face consulting on which crop to use this fertilizer for next year.

These people are really tired of falling and just getting up...

I can see a few of those vibrant foster folks running for a small run down the farm road in front of them, talking out loud about something.

"Hey, I hear the enemy's prisoner has been pulled."

"Let's worship their faces."

I could hear you talking like that.

"Prisoner, or... I wonder if you'd like to look into it."

Somehow intrigued me, I decided to follow them.

Either way, it's on the way home.