136 Eleven Tales Warcraft Damage •

The next day, Meir and I were soon to be allowed to enter the battle for the intermission of the Warcraft by the Private Corps.

Following the face of the Private Corps, the two walk side by side.

The total number of participants in this Battle of Warcraft's Interruption was fifty one.

One team divided into three teams of seventeen, each moving around the territory on the route laid down the day before.

Here's what I plan to do with this Warcraft interruption.

Crusading or avoiding the Warcraft on the way around, the three teams join in front of the cliffs along the mountain.

This is the process of exchanging information on the spot once they have joined, and defining a return route taking into account the battle power of each team.

"So this time the investigation is more dominant than the crusade of the Warcraft?

When I ask, Eurice snorts.

For this reason, she, Eurice, is the captain of the first unit.

"Yeah, that's right. Because we have also ordered the captains of other units to detect warcraft early and move safely first. I've never crossed the line to crusade, but investigation is the main thing, and deep pursuit is strictly forbidden."

... you mean you don't want me to get badly hurt because I don't have enough fighting power?

They've got a lot of wounded in Nargarn, and besides, I don't know, because the Adventurer's Support Center isn't working.

Eurice also heard a soldier of the Private Corps speak of his participation in this interruption of the Warcraft by being unscrupulous even though his wounds in the Battle of Nargarn had not healed.

Without Eurice, the morale of the entire private army would be reduced, so he pulled his body back and had to come out, though.

Even if I move the Adventurer Support now, I don't think those residents who are against the Lords will honestly follow me.

Lords won't be able to afford enough to be paid enough, either, and they'll really be compared to the treatment of adventurers and private militias, so I can even think of making them feel extra antipathetic if they move poorly.

The rewards of the Private Corps have a strong meaning in supporting the lives of former runners, as the lord said.

We will not be able to afford to recruit new soldiers from the territory under the same conditions, and with the same substantive activities, it will be inevitable that grievances will be recruited if we make a difference.

Besides, it's not popular enough to force cooperation.

"Speaking of which, you don't use horses."

In the Battle of Nargarun, horses were used, it was said.

I have no experience with horseback riding, so I'd appreciate walking.

"... a horse confronted with Nargarn has threatened me, and I'm almost out of use. I thought it would take a little more time to recover. But it's not a question of postponing the Warcraft."

I guess.

As Lark also said, I'm in a state where I don't know how many Warcraft there are right now.

The absence of Nargarn will also make a difference in how Warcraft moves around Phage territory.

"Most of all, it won't be a battle that will require standing around like the Battle of Nargarn, where horses will be essential… without horses, surrounded by warcraft, we will have to die. And to prevent it, we need to make sure it's safe and secure and far away."

You mean this time, thoroughly grasp the number and movement of the Warcraft, and other soldiers and horses recover before moving on to full-scale Warcraft thinning?

If I were to use a horse at that time, I... I wouldn't be able to participate.

"Ah... and speaking of which, what about Nargarn's neck and torso recovery?

"I'm sorry. The transport is expected to take time, so this time the warcraft interruption means that after understanding the warcraft situation around the territory, we will move on to work. If there's no problem, by noon tomorrow, we'll be able to get everything inside the village, so don't worry."

"Oh, yes..."

I have quite a few... can I fulfill them and bring them all in by tomorrow?

I knew I should have told you this.

"Um, actually, I mean it was snotty or I missed the timing..."

"Mm? What's up?

"Ah... no, I knew it, I'll be fine later"

On the route through which the second unit passes, there are the remains of Nargarn... and I'll explain later.

I don't feel like I can tell you well when I say it with my mouth.

Meir looked around happily with a cylinder that she was a farsighted magic tool.

When I showed interest in front of my lord, he gave me one instantly on the spot.

"Abel, Abel! This will look beautiful very far away! Do you want to see Abel for a second, too?

"... Meir, you didn't have to follow me. Although the main purpose of exploring the trends of the Warcraft this time is not just in case."

"Me, even Meir can fight! Look, there's also a shooting Wyburn that Abel made for me!

Meir twists her body and shows her the ochre bow on her back.

... I do think it's improving, because it's like growing hair in an amateur.

If I had to, I would transfer the Ashla 5000 instead of the vehicle and let it escape, so I don't think it would be the first thing to be surrounded by the Warcraft.

"Yes, once I leave a message, Meir from the next, he's going to leave me all the time... I was hoping to be of some help to Mare and Abel."

Meir leans down and drips her hand down with the magic fixture.

... I'm glad to hear it, because I have no idea how dangerous it is.

How dare you, Meir, always seem to hold extra thoughts.

"... Meir, are you a child you don't want after all?

"Yes, no, I'm not going to say that far..."

"Humph, we've been licked by the private army for coming out of the kid's company."

Another Private Army man who was walking next door said so like he made a fool of himself.

Eurice stops and stares at the man.

"Clark, watch your language. These are Phage heroes."

Apparently the man's name is Clark.

Clark was a young blonde man. Probably about the first half of twenty.

"Captain, didn't you go too badly earlier? Coincidentally, that would be all if you tailored Nargarn, who was dying from a side effect of witchcraft. If it were true, it would have all been our feat..."

Clark says with a wrinkle between his eyebrows, then stares at me.

"You're lucky it's a good time. Let's hope you're lucky, too. However, it is because the lord has held it and it is not on the diagram. Don't let the women out."

"Am I?"

Just came a little irritated.

Sure, the number of necks was spoken of, and I humbly and appropriately justified it, but I'm angry that I can be openly hostile about this as well.

"Clark!"

Eurice yells.

Clark sighs and turns back to me.

With a deliberate grin, he lowers his head in a reclining motion.

"Words have passed, and I'm sorry. Dear Phage Heroes, declare that you have defeated Nargarn by yourself"

To its lowered back of the head, Eurice's back fist entered.

"Gu!? Hey, what are you doing! Mostly, you'll know when you think about it normally! You know, there's no way we can do something with the three of us! He says he's dying, but in the first place, maybe he was already dead, right?

"Lord Abel brought it in, did you see the cut on Nargarn's neck? It was beautiful. I'm sure you're confident you'll drop your neck with a knife."

"But... but..."

"Enough, shut up. Take a look around, don't give me any more morale before the mission."

As Clark looked around, the rest of the crew looked away softly.

Since Clark spoke to me, the first unit had an awkward air flow.

The atmosphere of exasperation, which was there before we left, has been completely damaged.

"Ugh..." Clark leaked a roar and shut up.

Seeing how it was, the hoarding dropped somewhat.

Next time I get a chance, I'll magically move Nargarn's neck around and crawl him around Clark.

"... sooner or later, the skin will peel off"

Since Clark's last such discarded dialogue, the squad has restarted.