Chapter 322

As evident in the battle with Envelde, I don’t properly recognize Auras or strong people who have trained magic, but I don’t have any complaints about that.

It’s a little regretful that others can’t even dare to learn skills that can be learned with a little effort... but there was no reason to sing a song to another yard, an unprecedented magic user, and anyway, It was a problem that was difficult to recognize at a glance, so I can live with it.

Still, this doesn’t mean that everyone looks inferior to me because they lost their cowardly heads. Rather, unless it’s a dizzying case, I’m always on the side of living with tension...

That tension has reached its peak right now.

“How many fucking are there!?”

“Joe, you’re fucked!”

Even those who sound frustrated and tremble with anxiety are innocent this time. Even though there must have been some damage from the magic that the flying dragon knights just spread, there are a lot of nasty guys running. There were dozens of guys running through the flames, enough to see.

Not the common savage Orcs, but Orc soldiers dressed in leather armor and iron armor, riding on top of monsters too ferocious and bloated to be called wolves, as Yekatrina said, came running. Aside from the threat that can be felt with a very fantasy sense of grasping the degree of strength with a sense of energy, the threat that purely amount and mass brings was familiar to me.

The pressure, like facing a sprinting dump truck.

Even though the drake knights up there are still shooting magic, they run further behind that number? If their numbers decrease, they’re Orcs who will start looking for ways to survive, right? What that means is so clear that you can’t even deny the reality.

If they come in, it won’t take 10 minutes for the village to be devastated.

“Eldy! This has to be retreated! We can’t handle that number now!”

Just now, a particularly fast horse, presumed to be a rider, rushed into our formation without hesitation and was killed by Ekatrina’s blow, but in a situation where morale seemed to rise instead of morale, Asilie hurriedly grabbed me and said, Even though her body was still warm from the warmth given by the spirit, when I looked at her with a cold sweat running down her back, a question passed over her serious expression.

“...Eldy?”

I don’t know what expression I’m making, but it looks like it’s far from running away. My thoughts now, so it’s only natural. Instead of answering with a laugh, I said to Leica.

“Leica, is it possible to grow taller?”

[All you need is magic power!]

“Come, let’s go wild today.”

Contrary to appearances, even I couldn’t cut it properly, so I’m sure I can tank even if I can’t. Even if one crazy orc came running too early, it wouldn’t take even a minute for the rest of them to come here, so I had to do everything I could.

Even if my knees lose strength and pain rages through my whole body whenever the mana passes.

I don’t know if it’s because we still have dozens of seconds to spare before the collision, but we could hear the murmurs of the adventurers who were able to afford to look our way.

“Um, what is that again...?”

“What the hell is going on!”

The reaction is staggering. I’m working hard on making a lifeline, but

I’m not going back to the wolf-like figure in armor when I first met. Welsh Corgi just evolves into a super-giant Welsh Corgi. But sometimes that simple cosmetic change is more effective.

If it was a Welsh corgi that had grown so large that even those large Orc cavalrymen would have to look slightly upward, even if its appearance was not intimidating, they would have no choice but to hesitate.

[Ohhhh? Something’s different... OK!]

“...!”

Asilier’s face looked distorted like a monk’s scream, and I couldn’t tell what she was saying, but it was obvious that she was worried about me. I don’t know if he really laughed because of his twisted senses, but at least he pretended to laugh.

After that, I whistled to draw the attention of the orcs to me, even just a little, in order to move the seething mana with the momentum to burn all under my skin.

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Both Ekatrina and Ashley struggled to get up from their seats and were at a loss to see Eldmia, who suddenly drew out her sword and stood up.

Obviously, Eldmia’s condition was not normal until just now. Not only did he not respond to his voice, but he didn’t even recognize the orc cavalry who rushed at close range. Even in the sight of Asilier’s arrow piercing the orc’s forehead and Ekatrina’s war hammer crushing the beast’s skull, he remained unresponsive.

I said that my physical condition was not perfect, but was it this serious? Or did something go wrong in the process of doing something to the dog that was once a demonic sword?

Surprised Ekatrina hurriedly approached and was about to reach out to the fallen Eldmia, but Eldmia stood up as if nothing was wrong, drew her sword and took a posture.

“Eh, Eldy?! Are you okay?!”

Asilie, almost in tears, hurriedly checked Eldmia’s eyes, but they were out of focus. It was hard to understand what the hell was going on. The movements Eldmia showed were by no means those of a person who had just been lying on the floor and unable to get up properly. The process of pulling out the sword and holding the top stance was as natural as flowing water, and there was no shaking at all.

To the extent that if I saw it from a distance, I would have believed that Eldmia was fine.

“Eldmia! Can you hear me...? No, are you insane?”

It was the same with Ekaterina that was burning inside. It is true that the charge was delayed thanks to Laika’s rampage, but that was only a ‘delay’, not a ‘stop’. The cavalrymen who had avoided the flames and the Laika were already attempting to attack at will.

The only consolation was that no one ran past the camp and ran to the village like the orcs who risked their lives in the immediate fight. Their charge is different from dealing with cavalry soldiers, so even the mercenaries’ square is at stake.

I had to decide between picking up Eldmia, who was in a bad state, and running away, or leaving her back... I had to decide between the two... The image he just showed me only added to the confusion.

posture is perfect But you never know what state your mind is in. Just when I had doubts that the movement might have been merely a memorization of the body, Eldmia smiled while looking at Asilier.

“Eldy?”

No, it seemed like he just raised the corners of his mouth as if he was smiling.

Are you conscious? So, are you doing this to reassure me? Doesn’t the fact that you can’t even speak and your eyes are still out of focus mean that it’s not normal? do you laugh? I’m worried too, but are you smiling over there?

-Peeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!

I had 50,000 thoughts, but all of them were blown away by Eldmia’s sudden whistle. It was a whistling sound so loud that the eyes of those who had a moment of leisure in the midst of the fierce battle focused on Eldmia. As I was looking to see if someone else had a new signal, or if something else had happened, ten needles came out of Eldmia’s waist and started flying above her head.

It was a strange sight to those who did not know it, but most people who saw it in a serious situation thought that the only thought that came to mind in that brief moment was a nonsensical sentiment that the whetstone for sharpening the blade would turn more slowly than what the eye sees now.

Only the two who knew what that meant looked at the spinning needles and Eldmia with a different sense from others.

“Dear Epagai.”

In the meantime, a small but clear muttering flowed from Eldmia’s mouth, barely audible only to Ekatrina and Asili, who were at a close distance. Yekatrina was quite taken aback by the demon’s name that came out of nowhere, but that wasn’t the end.

“It hasn’t passed the coming-of-age ceremony yet.”

The two of them didn’t even have time to think about what that meant, and the needles fired forward with a hollow sound as a signal for a dry mutter.