I would say that the control rate in the villages is 40%.
Some places are even on fire.
I might use it later, so I'll erase it when it's done.
...Even so, it's too slow.
What are the druids doing with all this damage?
If they don't do something soon, the village will perish.
A roar.
Something like thunder gushes out, and Tatzelblum receives a direct hit and collapses.
There you are.
Everyone! Don't be frightened! We will clear the way!
Several High Elves are inspiring the others with their wands, firing magic in rapid succession.
But it was still very slow.
The village is already half destroyed.
They don't seem to notice me because of the distance.
Let's just see what they can do for now.
It was Riley, astride Jevordan, who was the first to lunge.
The three leading High Elves stack their wands.
This is a big move.
Riley lunges in without a care.
Hey, hey, at least move and scatter your aim. ......
The next moment, although smaller in scale than the one I took, the ray of light shot straight through Riley.
... ah, idiot. What are you doing?
Riley is thrown out of Gevaudan with a huge windpipe in his torso.
His cavalry beast reacts instantly to his partner's crisis, secures Riley by the tail and flips and flees.
As if to replace him, Tatzelblum and the other Shrigala stepped forward.
Well, you're not going to die like that, Riley.
That was a refreshingly blink-and-you'll-miss-it kill.
Is this what you call a real bite dog?
Ha ha ha ......... ha.
My gag is really cold.
I felt sad.
But can they use that beam attack normally?
That's nasty. I'm going to take out their memories and use them myself after I finish them off.
Tatzelblum's head is blown off and he dies instantly while I'm watching.
Ah... What a thing to do.
I had to work so hard to make it...
After the High Elves entered the fray and regrouped, the Elves' movement was quintessential.
The elves with low firepower are using bows and magic to suppress us, and the high elves are finishing us off with great skill and precision.
The Shrigaras were not to be outdone in coordination, with Tatzelblum drawing the attention of the enemy with his large movements, and Jevordan, who was hiding in the shadows, biting the elves on the neck and chewing them to pieces.
Apparently, rather than riding, they have switched to a fighting style where they dismount and work individually.
The Shrigala can move well enough without riding in the first place, in addition to simply having more moves.
Thanks to this, the elves are not able to keep up with the battle.
The elves have no proper vanguard, so the wizard mages and witches are attacking and defending at the same time, so the burden is probably not half as heavy as it should be.
Basically, the way they fight is mainly by taking advantage of the terrain and cutting down from a distance.
When they're this far in, they're in a tough situation.
The other side specialises in a variety of abilities and can handle most things.
...Well, I don't know how they got this way, but they are all brainiacs who love to click.
I've noticed something.
Their personalities are dependent on the base, but they seem to have a tendency to be very belligerent.
On the other hand, those made from scratch have a weak ego and are loyal to orders, but they don't think flexibly.
Well, I have the impression that they are waiting for instructions.
An elf who was repeatedly leading with his bow from the sidelines was attacked by a Gevaudan and avoided, but after being separated from his companions, he was swarmed by Shrigarra and literally fell prey to them.
They were mowed down with axes and hammers, and the bodies left behind after they left them were ...... Well, that's a grotesque image, to put it mildly. It has not retained its original shape.
Now, the elves are doing their best, but it's only a matter of time.
They're clearly dwindling.
And ...... you guys don't forget that we're in the trees, do you?
...Strange, then.
The High Elves, have they not summoned Grigori?
Or... can't they?
Either way, if they can call him, they'd better do it soon or they'll die.
"What!?"
"Yima-sama!"
The head of the High Elf, who had been desperately using magic to finish off Shrigala and Jevordan, popped off.
The first thing that comes to mind is the fact that the two are not the only ones who have been killed by the magic.
Red, though.
There is nothing in the direction from which the hammer flew - it appears to be empty - but they appear to be blotched out of their magical disguise.
Their silhouettes are similar to orcs and trolls, but they are completely different.
Their shape is humanoid. Dark green bodies with armoured outer skins.
It is characterised by pitch-black eyes and red pupils.
The outer skin repels magic and is impervious to bows and arrows.
Like the Tatzelblum, they were made with a strong anti-elven focus in mind.
Their name is Monos.
They're a modified orc and troll.
Originally from ......... where?
Spain? They were unidentified creatures that appeared somewhere in Spain or somewhere else.
They are good at concealment and disruption, and were deployed as a surprise attacker in disguise.
Abdullah was in charge, by the way.
I'm glad they used the lent troops so well.
Incidentally, where they emerged from, they disappeared and crawled up from below.
Then, after slowly creeping up, they surprised them.
The High Elves were dead, and the gap created by the Elves surprised by the sudden appearance of Monos was fatal, and once the situation collapsed, the Elves were all killed, and the remaining High Elves, unable to handle the Shrigaras, sank.
"No, no..."
"Help me! I don't want to die..."
Some of them are desperately begging for their lives, but unfortunately they don't understand Elvish, so it's useless.
The Shrigala, angered by the murder of their friends, attacked with ferocity, beating them on horseback, cutting off their limbs one after another like puppets, and becoming food for Jevordan and Tatzelblum, the elves all had a poor death.
Pity.
By the way, I want to pull the memories out of the High Elves, so I'm going to head ...... ah... that's not going to stay.
I let out a small sigh.
...I'll have to tell them to cut back next time.
"Hurry up! Everyone get away from here!"
Running between the burning houses, I - Manuel - was desperately trying to get everyone away.
The attacks of the Goriberingay and the flying monsters that had entered the village were extremely fierce, and the number of casualties was increasing one after another.
To begin with, the Goriberingay is a difficult enemy with a high resistance to magic and a strong body that is impervious to bows, making it a very bad match for us.
If we want to kill them, we need to lure them somewhere and then trap them, and fighting them head-on is a fool's errand and even reckless.
There are several of them, and they have even entered the interior of the village.
If this happens, it will be difficult to eliminate them all.
It is regrettable, but we have no choice but to abandon the situation here. ......
We have to tell that to Millard, the leader of the western village.
Why? Why is this happening so suddenly?
The image of that man called Roe appears in the back of my mind.
... did he do this to us?
I couldn't think of anything else.
The only change that has happened in the village recently is his appearance.
When I think about it, a lot of things start to make sense.
I don't know how he got hold of those monsters, but it makes sense to me that it was him.
He seemed to be angry with us for our attitude, and he caused this disaster in retaliation.
That's right. Of course he did. As soon as we're back on our feet, we'll make plans to finish him off.
I'm rushing to the temple.
This is a time of emergency. Millard must be in command at the temple, not at home.
I can see that the fire of war is spreading throughout the village.
As soon as those monsters entered the village, they scattered and went on the rampage here and there.
It is a movement that is aware of the spread of damage. No matter how you think about it, this is not the behaviour of the bloodthirsty Golibeeringei.
Clearly, someone... someone with a high level of intelligence is giving the orders.
Out of the corner of my eye, I see Goliberingay destroying houses, dragging out the inhabitants hiding inside and smashing them up, but I ignore him, inwardly gritting my teeth, and hurry onwards.
The sight of the village, which was peaceful just a few minutes ago, being transformed, stung my heart.
...Why should we be treated in this way?
This unreasonable reality is driving me crazy.
I really wanted to go home as soon as possible to make sure my family was safe, but I am the Uates of this village.
I can't just throw away my role.
I was almost to the temple when a Goribelingei landed to block the way.
I click my tongue and pull a short staff from my pocket.
The monster in front of me has a high resistance to magic, so it is difficult to kill it.
If that's the case.
...I aim to stall it without killing it.
Even if I can't win, there are ways to do it.
You monster.
I will show you a piece of wisdom given to the High Elves.
I run without stopping and activate the magic in my open hand.
[Fertile Fatal]
A pebble-like texture appears in my hand.
Throwing a projectile before getting some distance closer and in enemy range.
Point the staff at the thrown object.
"Eat this, you monster!"
[Thriving Growth]
A tree-like object suddenly appears in mid-air and entangles Goliveringay's torso.
Goliveringay tries to shake it off, but in vain.
Two types of magic were just used.
[Fertile Fatal] is a magic that produces plant seeds.
When planted in the ground, the seeds grow rapidly and become trees, but they soon die.
It is normally used only to secure wood on the spot, but by combining it with another magic, [Fertile Growth], it instantly turns into a magic to restrain opponents.
[Fertile Growth] is a magic that sends magic power to plants to encourage their growth, and although it is originally a magic that only encourages the growth of plants, the seeds created by magic originally grow quickly, and the effects are experienced first-hand by the monster in front of me.
However, it is difficult to restrain them for a long period of time because rapidly growing trees will soon die, but for a short time it has a tremendous effect.
It is a consuming magic to use alone, but once is not a problem.
I tried to get through the side of the writhing Goliveringay who was trying to rip off the restraints - and I was not able to do so.
"...... ah?"
A hot sensation on my side.
When I gently touched it, it was damp and watery.
I look at my hand and it is stained bright red.
Slowly, he looked down at his own body.
Something was stuck in his side.
It was a circular blade. Was it a circular blade chakram?
Some of those damned goblins must have liked to use it. ......
Why is it here? I turn my head towards the direction from which it would have flown loosely.
Goriberingay had stopped rampaging at some point, and beside him was an armed goblin.
...A goblin? Why are they here?
Unable to answer that question, I crumpled to the ground with the pain of a burning wound.
The feeling of blood on my cheek told me that I had lost a lot of blood, and my consciousness faded away with that last thought.
I would say that the control rate in the villages is 40%.
Some places are even on fire.
I might use it later, so I'll erase it when it's done.
...Even so, it's too slow.
What are the druids doing with all this damage?
If they don't do something soon, the village will perish.
A roar.
Something like thunder gushes out, and Tatzelblum receives a direct hit and collapses.
There you are.
Everyone! Don't be frightened! We will clear the way!
Several High Elves are inspiring the others with their wands, firing magic in rapid succession.
But it was still very slow.
The village is already half destroyed.
They don't seem to notice me because of the distance.
Let's just see what they can do for now.
It was Riley, astride Jevordan, who was the first to lunge.
The three leading High Elves stack their wands.
This is a big move.
Riley lunges in without a care.
Hey, hey, at least move and scatter your aim. ......
The next moment, although smaller in scale than the one I took, the ray of light shot straight through Riley.
... ah, idiot. What are you doing?
Riley is thrown out of Gevaudan with a huge windpipe in his torso.
His cavalry beast reacts instantly to his partner's crisis, secures Riley by the tail and flips and flees.
As if to replace him, Tatzelblum and the other Shrigala stepped forward.
Well, you're not going to die like that, Riley.
That was a refreshingly blink-and-you'll-miss-it kill.
Is this what you call a real bite dog?
Ha ha ha ......... ha.
My gag is really cold.
I felt sad.
But can they use that beam attack normally?
That's nasty. I'm going to take out their memories and use them myself after I finish them off.
Tatzelblum's head is blown off and he dies instantly while I'm watching.
Ah... What a thing to do.
I had to work so hard to make it...
After the High Elves entered the fray and regrouped, the Elves' movement was quintessential.
The elves with low firepower are using bows and magic to suppress us, and the high elves are finishing us off with great skill and precision.
The Shrigaras were not to be outdone in coordination, with Tatzelblum drawing the attention of the enemy with his large movements, and Jevordan, who was hiding in the shadows, biting the elves on the neck and chewing them to pieces.
Apparently, rather than riding, they have switched to a fighting style where they dismount and work individually.
The Shrigala can move well enough without riding in the first place, in addition to simply having more moves.
Thanks to this, the elves are not able to keep up with the battle.
The elves have no proper vanguard, so the wizard mages and witches are attacking and defending at the same time, so the burden is probably not half as heavy as it should be.
Basically, the way they fight is mainly by taking advantage of the terrain and cutting down from a distance.
When they're this far in, they're in a tough situation.
The other side specialises in a variety of abilities and can handle most things.
...Well, I don't know how they got this way, but they are all brainiacs who love to click.
I've noticed something.
Their personalities are dependent on the base, but they seem to have a tendency to be very belligerent.
On the other hand, those made from scratch have a weak ego and are loyal to orders, but they don't think flexibly.
Well, I have the impression that they are waiting for instructions.
An elf who was repeatedly leading with his bow from the sidelines was attacked by a Gevaudan and avoided, but after being separated from his companions, he was swarmed by Shrigarra and literally fell prey to them.
They were mowed down with axes and hammers, and the bodies left behind after they left them were ...... Well, that's a grotesque image, to put it mildly. It has not retained its original shape.
Now, the elves are doing their best, but it's only a matter of time.
They're clearly dwindling.
And ...... you guys don't forget that we're in the trees, do you?
...Strange, then.
The High Elves, have they not summoned Grigori?
Or... can't they?
Either way, if they can call him, they'd better do it soon or they'll die.
"What!?"
"Yima-sama!"
The head of the High Elf, who had been desperately using magic to finish off Shrigala and Jevordan, popped off.
The first thing that comes to mind is the fact that the two are not the only ones who have been killed by the magic.
Red, though.
There is nothing in the direction from which the hammer flew - it appears to be empty - but they appear to be blotched out of their magical disguise.
Their silhouettes are similar to orcs and trolls, but they are completely different.
Their shape is humanoid. Dark green bodies with armoured outer skins.
It is characterised by pitch-black eyes and red pupils.
The outer skin repels magic and is impervious to bows and arrows.
Like the Tatzelblum, they were made with a strong anti-elven focus in mind.
Their name is Monos.
They're a modified orc and troll.
Originally from ......... where?
Spain? They were unidentified creatures that appeared somewhere in Spain or somewhere else.
They are good at concealment and disruption, and were deployed as a surprise attacker in disguise.
Abdullah was in charge, by the way.
I'm glad they used the lent troops so well.
Incidentally, where they emerged from, they disappeared and crawled up from below.
Then, after slowly creeping up, they surprised them.
The High Elves were dead, and the gap created by the Elves surprised by the sudden appearance of Monos was fatal, and once the situation collapsed, the Elves were all killed, and the remaining High Elves, unable to handle the Shrigaras, sank.
"No, no..."
"Help me! I don't want to die..."
Some of them are desperately begging for their lives, but unfortunately they don't understand Elvish, so it's useless.
The Shrigala, angered by the murder of their friends, attacked with ferocity, beating them on horseback, cutting off their limbs one after another like puppets, and becoming food for Jevordan and Tatzelblum, the elves all had a poor death.
Pity.
By the way, I want to pull the memories out of the High Elves, so I'm going to head ...... ah... that's not going to stay.
I let out a small sigh.
...I'll have to tell them to cut back next time.
"Hurry up! Everyone get away from here!"
Running between the burning houses, I - Manuel - was desperately trying to get everyone away.
The attacks of the Goriberingay and the flying monsters that had entered the village were extremely fierce, and the number of casualties was increasing one after another.
To begin with, the Goriberingay is a difficult enemy with a high resistance to magic and a strong body that is impervious to bows, making it a very bad match for us.
If we want to kill them, we need to lure them somewhere and then trap them, and fighting them head-on is a fool's errand and even reckless.
There are several of them, and they have even entered the interior of the village.
If this happens, it will be difficult to eliminate them all.
It is regrettable, but we have no choice but to abandon the situation here. ......
We have to tell that to Millard, the leader of the western village.
Why? Why is this happening so suddenly?
The image of that man called Roe appears in the back of my mind.
... did he do this to us?
I couldn't think of anything else.
The only change that has happened in the village recently is his appearance.
When I think about it, a lot of things start to make sense.
I don't know how he got hold of those monsters, but it makes sense to me that it was him.
He seemed to be angry with us for our attitude, and he caused this disaster in retaliation.
That's right. Of course he did. As soon as we're back on our feet, we'll make plans to finish him off.
I'm rushing to the temple.
This is a time of emergency. Millard must be in command at the temple, not at home.
I can see that the fire of war is spreading throughout the village.
As soon as those monsters entered the village, they scattered and went on the rampage here and there.
It is a movement that is aware of the spread of damage. No matter how you think about it, this is not the behaviour of the bloodthirsty Golibeeringei.
Clearly, someone... someone with a high level of intelligence is giving the orders.
Out of the corner of my eye, I see Goliberingay destroying houses, dragging out the inhabitants hiding inside and smashing them up, but I ignore him, inwardly gritting my teeth, and hurry onwards.
The sight of the village, which was peaceful just a few minutes ago, being transformed, stung my heart.
...Why should we be treated in this way?
This unreasonable reality is driving me crazy.
I really wanted to go home as soon as possible to make sure my family was safe, but I am the Uates of this village.
I can't just throw away my role.
I was almost to the temple when a Goribelingei landed to block the way.
I click my tongue and pull a short staff from my pocket.
The monster in front of me has a high resistance to magic, so it is difficult to kill it.
If that's the case.
...I aim to stall it without killing it.
Even if I can't win, there are ways to do it.
You monster.
I will show you a piece of wisdom given to the High Elves.
I run without stopping and activate the magic in my open hand.
[Fertile Fatal]
A pebble-like texture appears in my hand.
Throwing a projectile before getting some distance closer and in enemy range.
Point the staff at the thrown object.
"Eat this, you monster!"
[Thriving Growth]
A tree-like object suddenly appears in mid-air and entangles Goliveringay's torso.
Goliveringay tries to shake it off, but in vain.
Two types of magic were just used.
[Fertile Fatal] is a magic that produces plant seeds.
When planted in the ground, the seeds grow rapidly and become trees, but they soon die.
It is normally used only to secure wood on the spot, but by combining it with another magic, [Fertile Growth], it instantly turns into a magic to restrain opponents.
[Fertile Growth] is a magic that sends magic power to plants to encourage their growth, and although it is originally a magic that only encourages the growth of plants, the seeds created by magic originally grow quickly, and the effects are experienced first-hand by the monster in front of me.
However, it is difficult to restrain them for a long period of time because rapidly growing trees will soon die, but for a short time it has a tremendous effect.
It is a consuming magic to use alone, but once is not a problem.
I tried to get through the side of the writhing Goliveringay who was trying to rip off the restraints - and I was not able to do so.
"...... ah?"
A hot sensation on my side.
When I gently touched it, it was damp and watery.
I look at my hand and it is stained bright red.
Slowly, he looked down at his own body.
Something was stuck in his side.
It was a circular blade. Was it a circular blade chakram?
Some of those damned goblins must have liked to use it. ......
Why is it here? I turn my head towards the direction from which it would have flown loosely.
Goriberingay had stopped rampaging at some point, and beside him was an armed goblin.
...A goblin? Why are they here?
Unable to answer that question, I crumpled to the ground with the pain of a burning wound.
The feeling of blood on my cheek told me that I had lost a lot of blood, and my consciousness faded away with that last thought.
