The Best Assassin, Incarnated into a Different World's Aristocrat

When I went outside, the sun was setting.

They're all already on placement.

There are three people in charge of the avant-garde: Neusch, Tart and Epona.

I'm a medium guard, the basics are magically annihilated, if the avant-garde breaks down, follow up with you. Dia focuses on magic in the rear guard.

Behind it further, Rachel, a knight, and the instructor refrain.

Their role is to help us when we're in a crisis and to prevent shooting leaks.

Also, if someone can't fight, I'll go in instead.

"Are the orcs here?"

The view from the gap between the wall made by me and Dia stains the dark green color of the oak.

The general soldiers on the cliff are supposed to report every minute of restricted vision.

Three meters of dark green giants march in the valley.

The general soldiers on the cliff shoot their bows, but they are inhibited by the thick skins and fat in that part, and the arrows do not work at all.

... start chanting as you indulge in a desire to throw in a foul stone on the verge of an immediate explosion. A foul stone explosion can cut the numbers at once, but you can't show that one.

The orcs, as we see it, are restricted in motion by walls built by me and Dia, and aim for a narrow exit.

Look at that, me and Dia start chanting.

By the time the oak leads to the exit, our magic will be complete.

"" [Red Lotus Explosion] "

It is the magic that continues to use the magic of fire and the heavens descend on the twentieth or so, and if you have concurrent magic, it is the magic that you will never remember until you die.

That's it, and it's pretty powerful.

A large basketball fireball flies with parabola drawn, across the wall, landing on a herd of oaks, explosion, red lotus flames visible from the gap in the wall.

Soldiers watching raise their voices.

"Landing! Enemy, Eight Destroyed!

Still tough? Me and Dia, we're two superior magics with superior magic, and we can only defeat four at a time.

But I don't have time to be rotten.

The magic team's role is even to shield the walls and punch in the magic, and the more we shred, the easier the avant-garde team gets.

And the role of the avant-garde is naturally the extermination of the orcs through the exit.

I'm already in an interception position with the first two bodies through the wall.

Epona goes in.

"Don't die."

I just unmasterfully pack my distance and wave my back fist. When I wondered if the belly of the oak had rippled, it burst, split the upper and lower body, and plunged into the dirt wall.

Epona does not use weapons. Because if you wield with the power of Epona, your weapon will crumble unbearably.

Besides, there is no need to use weapons, etc.

... I think I judge that every time in a mock fight, my spine is going to freeze.

"I'm coming, Tart."

"Yes!"

The other oak, Tart and Neusch are fighting in tandem.

Improvised but well pinched from left to right, the oak was messed up, the tart spear choked his eyes, and Neusch's sharp blade cut his wrist.

Good.

The oak has a thick armor of hard skin and fat, which cannot be damaged by a combined attack.

But the eyes are easy to decide, the wrists are thin in fat, blood erupts even if the arteries are through and shallow.

Fact is, the two attacked orcs stormed with blood and fell after a while, getting cold.

If you do this, you can end the orc without consuming health.

As long as we go down the road we made, there are two orcs or three at most that can come out at once.

Epona and Neusch, tart alone can keep up with enough processing.

In the meantime, me and Dia burn down an oak waiting for even traffic.

At this rate, there's no need for Epona to run wild, or show you the secrets of Towahards.

Tough fight, but no danger.

I just need to repeat my current pattern.

The question is, which is faster, if this one runs out of health first, or if the oak is wiped out altogether.

Come on, it's the beginning of the root race.

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... the battle has begun and thirty minutes have passed.

That's crazy.

The battle is not over.

I should have already killed over a hundred orcs. Yet the momentum of the enemy does not diminish.

We rely on reports from soldiers on the cliff, invisible from the entire enemy picture over the wall.

Neusch, who is always showing room, screams uncommonly and frustrated.

"How many the hell are there!

"Estimate, one hundred and twenty!

"What do you mean? We've defeated at least a hundred of them!

One by one, there's reinforcements coming from somewhere.

From before the start of the fight, I didn't think it was a good idea at a time when the number of enemies was up 50%, but I didn't expect there to be any more reinforcements so far.

Already, two hundred and twenty if we combine reinforcements.

Not only that, there is no guarantee that there will be no more reinforcements.

In the first place, there are too many of them to have been hidden.... I have a bad feeling. For example, we should even consider the possibility that demons with the ability to produce demons are lurking.

If a demon clan comes out, that's what I can't tell you long enough to hide my power.

"Sorry, maybe not anymore"

Dia knelt down with a blue face. Magic deficiency.

I couldn't help it, I kept using [Red Lotus Blast], which is the top magic for half an hour.

And tarts are bad.

I began to lack glory in my movements.

Damn the blow of an oak stick.

"Khaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa"

I guarded myself with my giddy left arm, but the bone sounded crushed and blown away, falling, trying to get up, but I can't move because I seem to be failing to land and twisting my leg.

Heading for such a tart, the oak exasperates the beast and reaches out. I'm going to take the tart away.

"You pig!

Interrupting the chant of [Red Lotus Explosion], he walks, from a step with all the momentum of his disease on board, bouncing off the palm bottom, the oak, which converges his torsional force all over his body.

And the wind magic [wind blade], which kept chanting in this series of actions, was activated and tore open the carotid artery of the oak.

If you aim for a steeple even if your attack is low, you can defeat it with an oak.

"Master Lug!

"Tart, stay back, I'll take care of the avant-garde."

"I haven't, fight"

"Limits! If you can stand, walk back."

Tart did not argue anymore.

I guess it's because I know I'll pull my leg any further.

I'm not working out as soft as I am in a 30-minute battle. But he's shrinking his nerves with Too Visible Tower Hard eyes.

Still, it's more of a burden than I imagined for a tart with shallow sunshine by getting Towaharde's eyes.

At least I could have fought the tart more if I had had the time to mock it for another week.

Instead of tarts, go out to the avant-garde. Face the oak while sheltering the tart on your back.

... In this heavy pressure, Tart has been fighting, or I need to praise him later.

"If you come over here, who's gonna take down those guys behind you?"

"If I don't come this way, you'll collapse. Besides, the knight or the instructor should come forward."

"Well, that's all we do, so it's time for you to take my place."

Neusch says light-hearted, but he looks pretty spicy too. Did I just say half an hour?

In that situation, something even worse started to happen.

Dia screams as she kneels with a blue face.

"Lug, there's a wall we built!

"Well, I guess so."

While the orcs waited for traffic, they were not only depressed, they were rambling to break down a shitty wall.

... That's all I can still handle, but it was pretty damaging, such as the wreckage of the oak that Epona slammed on the force.

Still, if it was the initial number, it was over before it collapsed.

Everything was invited by the sweetness of the outlook.

From behind the wall, an oak comes an avalanche.

The walls collapse and what you see is the same number of oaks as before the start of the fight. Unlike before, both the five and the six run in side by side.

... I was ready, but don't feel like breaking my heart.

There's no way I can support that amount. And behind me is a wounded tart and an out of magic dia.

It's no longer a waste of time.

If we don't do everything we can, it's not just me, we're all gonna die.

It was when I put my hand on the foul stone.

"I can finally get a rampage. The hell, Chima Chima Chima, it was so annoying. I'll kill them all!!

Epona goes in.

I was out of bees.

If you do that, you'll soon be surrounded and slapped.

But the oak that surrounded Epona put it together and splattered. Epona is laughing.

That's the grin when it got hot in a mock fight, Epona once said that she laughed fighting me because she finally found the training person she needed to be strong.

But now Epona looks like a bloodthirsty beast.

Is that the brave one?

Neusch's face is drawn, Tart, Dia is frightened.

Without realizing such a gaze, a rabid beast began to eat and scatter his prey.