Chapter 147

I stunned him with a soccer kick in the face of the guy who was taking off his gear like he was almost mad, and the surroundings were miserable.

The fireballs floating in the sky were getting smaller and losing their shape, but the 30 or so burning corpses showed no signs of extinguishing for a while.

“Once this matter is settled, I should study some theoretical magic.”

It’s not a matter of being able to use magic or not, it’s a matter of being able to respond or not.

I honestly couldn’t believe that such a magic that could not be dealt with even if the timing was slightly delayed existed.

I could see the movement of magical power, so I roughly understood the principle. The fact that the fireballs floating in the air acted as giant eyes made of magic, and the fact that the mana that spewed out like threads from there was artificially placed in the armor worn by the mercenaries.

And that mana was used as fuel to burn everything. It was a composition at the level of pouring gasoline and lighting a fire, but it was scary that it was done with magic.

Obviously, it eats up not only time but also mana and requires the caster’s arithmetic ability. I don’t even want to imagine what catastrophe would happen if even one stone flew by mistake and interfered with the caster’s spell. Judging from the fact that Rellie gave up the geographical advantage and came out to a place that was no different from an open field, there must be a range problem.

But even taking that into account, the activation time was too short compared to its power. To the point of worrying that if a wizard who was superior to Rellie cast that type of magic in a similar but more stealthy way, he would have no choice but to be defeated.

“For now, it would be right to be satisfied with the complete victory.”

While dragging the stunned Werri Mk.2, they walked towards the empty lot that would have served as the village square, and everyone including Gaendal started to gather. Among them, there was Asili, which appeared from the forest, although it was in a slightly different direction, and Giess was also spinning around looking for a place to land from above, as if confirming that the situation had been sorted out.

“Eldi? Who are these people?”

Ah, I couldn’t write a letter about the story related to the abandoned dungeon. The other people were already making an ‘ah’ look on their faces, as if they had a sense that Assilie was an elf and that she called me by nicknames, so I decided to introduce them to Asilie first.

“These are the adventurers who have solved the request together last time. Gaendal, Gin, Ekatrina and the one who is struggling behind me is Lely.”

Lelye was not talking empty words, but walking really hard. Someone might be able to help, but seeing as even Ekatrina doesn’t approach, there might be a reason of its own? After all, it seems that there is no burden at all because the scale is large.

Still, it’s not a very far distance, so I struggle to wave my hand to say hello as if I heard my voice.

“This is Asillie. My benefactor and protector. And the friend who is spinning around and looking for the landing spot up there is called Gieth. He is the official drake pilot.”

“Whoops. It seems ambiguous to even call him a guardian now.”

“As expected! Is this the elf I told you about?”

Unlike Ekatrina, who responded by clapping her hands, and Gaendal, who opened her eyes wide and was surprised, Gin tilted her head and stroked her beard. He looked like he was recalling something, but he looked at Asilier, wondering if he was dating him, but she just lightly bowed her head and gave a formal greeting.

“Nice to meet you, Asillie. To be honest, you said you were the one who raised Eldmia, so I thought you were like a northern elf.”

Ekaterina confidently slung a tall bottle over her shoulder, and I put the sword I was holding into the scabbard with a nonchalant gesture and said quietly.

“Come out. You are safe now.”

It was time to play the hero they wanted in front of those who hoped for a hero and hoped for miraculous salvation.

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Static Disbelief Surprise Joy Sadness.

The dramatic emotional changes seen by those who survived were extremely natural. However, men and old people were not mixed in it.

only children and women. Male slaves are not worthless, so in fact, to protect them, he must have taken the lead in fighting and died.

They are said to have been refugees from the border. After running away and running away and coming to the inland, which was considered stable, he agreed with other refugees nearby to ask for protection from the gateway city and build a village.

“Because people are more than demons.”

My dick was overflowing, so I stayed away from them for a while and got stuck in a corner, then Asilie came over and silently hugged me from behind. Maybe my expression was more rotten than I thought. Ekatrina also turned her gaze to me, as if she was concerned about my situation, so she waved her hand once to mean that it was okay.

“Has Mr. Gaendal not returned yet?”

“huh.”

I did not bother to hide from them why I came here. I didn’t say more than necessary, but I did say that they were traitors’ minions. Then, it was already about 20 minutes ago that Gaendal led him into the forest, saying he would extract the information I needed.

However, judging from the fact that I haven’t heard a single scream yet, it must have moved quite farther than I thought or be very cooperative.

When I imagined him desperately throwing off his gear to survive, he didn’t seem like the type of person who had a lot of patience and kept silent even while being tortured.

“Isn’t there another guild of slaves we don’t know about?”

“Because it wasn’t in the information Zicmel gave me. I hope so.”

According to Gin’s explanation, other villages other than here suffered the same. Judging from the fact that some of those who were in the pantheon were residents of that village, they also said that it seemed that the mercenaries of the Hawk’s Claws or something were doing it right.

Circumstances, it seems that their plan was for the slave guild that we destroyed on the first day to come in contact and take people with them. Without a proper wagon, only 40 people could not have led 20 prisoners on a national trek.

In the end, the key was how far the only survivor could come out cooperatively.

Gaendal returned with the survivors, accompanied by a human from behind.