8th floor – Lv. 159th Brigade Headquarters (10)
The moment I returned to reality after finishing the contract, I was already drawing in my head what I was going to do.
I was startled by the trolls in front of me, and I was worried that 0.1 seconds might have been wasted.
The vision is already shared.
The Leaf Fairy Priests floated the wind spirits in the air as densely as artificial satellites.
And the magic of sharing vision was added to the contract magic circle.
The appearance of the raging club looks like slow motion.
The appearance of what used to be a fairy flying is also very slow.
The spirit world is a very spiritual place.
I pushed my soul into the depths of that place, and when I just returned, I might be closer to a spirit than a life with a body.
Originally, it was like an awakening effect at the moment of waking up from deep meditation.
But you have to use these as well.
The bird’s eye view of the battlefield that I saw before the contract was signed showed the trolls roughing through the forest that had stopped expanding.
Unable to break through half of it, he was tied to the fierce resistance of the fairies and repeated the regeneration.
Trolls are dumb, but that doesn’t mean they lack combat intelligence.
They can be said to be excellent warriors who know how far their regenerative power can be used and how to use their physical strength and physique.
First, catch the enemies in front of you.
Four have just entered the vacant lot where the contract ceremony was held.
Nine are following after that.
There are five guys who are thinking of devouring the fairy they caught first.
There are three fools who seem to have lost their way and are moving in a strange direction.
There are two guys who have collapsed and are waiting to be played.
There was one guy who was dazed, probably because of the great impact of being encroached on by the elements of darkness.
There are three guys who annoyedly beat up a vehicle that doesn’t listen.
A total of twenty-seven trolls are still alive.
Thirteen more than I remembered.
It was an achievement full of firepower that was created with only a bow and magic, but the fairies would not be happy.
Even if it’s a forest they’ve just created, the stump fairies consider the tree to be their own.
It must have been a very terrifying feeling to have a troll pouring thirteen deadly fire on his comrades named Namu with God’s permission.
Even a well-trained elite soldier troll.
The forest we now look down upon has been terribly destroyed.
The magic of the fairies and the reckless assault of the trolls.
On the other hand, it was easy to catch the enemy with a view looking down from the sky.
Looking down through the eyes of the wind spirit floating in the air, the first place to check is where the injured fairy is.
Exclude from bullet point if still alive.
If it’s a dead body, just bombard it.
Trolls attack first.
Complete target lock-on quickly.
In the battle of the latter half of the labyrinth, even a decimal point is precious.
A biological clock that has been set for decades accurately tells the passage of time.
There is still a little time left to reach 1 second.
As he exits the Spirit Realm, the acceleration of his accident is gradually diminished.
The density of time flowing through my thoughts is gradually decreasing and returning to normal.
Let’s hurry.
The garrison of the brigade headquarters was photographed by persimmon as we had seen before the signing ceremony.
There was a huge distance, but there wasn’t much to be aware of around it.
It’s just a frozen land, the edge of the tundra, so it’s a plain with sparse snow.
It is a land without a single tree or a single grass.
There’s nothing to avoid, so it’s better to smash it.
There is no such thing as lockon. It is decided to project a force by dragging a large area at once and designating it.
There is no need to see the target point, and there is no need to completely destroy it. You just need to do a lot of damage.
About 90% of the available horsepower was allocated towards the brigade headquarters.
And above the wall, the Wyverns are still flying.
Now 1.5 seconds have passed.
0.5 seconds should be left.
If it is reverse-summoned at the start of the attack, there is no such thing again.
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Just as the spirits could see, they took pictures regardless of whether it was a wyvern or a decoration of the spire.There is no risk of accidental death as no one is flying.
The defenders had no choice but to deal with it. Unlike the elite fairies carefully selected by God in the first place, these troops are worthy of being called the most elite of humans.
The knights are fighting, but the number is less than that of the ogres.
If you can afford to create a huge tornado in the sky above the castle, there is no need for this.
However, in this tight time, it is necessary to squeeze out the lethality of the available magic power to the limit rather than a fancy and flashy attack.
It was unexpected, but it was not necessary to adjust the output to the extent that it was not excessive.
He is very weak for a Spirit King.
There is no problem even if you do your best.
Magic power drops rapidly.
The mana allocated for maintenance will soon run out. If it gnaws away even the magic power to be used in the attack, it will be a main cast.
It ordered an attack exactly 0.5 seconds before the counter-summon.
The little dragon disappeared from my side in an instant.
* * *
The effective way to work for spirits is to figure out the extent of the scope of work that spirits can autonomously think and perform.
It is not an exaggeration to say that the newly born Spirit King, besides, has no ability to judge for himself if he has just signed a contract.
Should it be called a rite of passage, or should it be called the use of power?
When it comes to the spirit king, the scale itself becomes too large.
I have to point out how my little dragon moves one by one.
It would have been nice if I had time to refine it a little more carefully.
I can feel the attack of the Spirit King connected by a contract.
The attack is recognized by me by the relay of countless wind spirits who share their sights.
0.1 second
Enormous magical powers that prove the dignity of the king gather.
The mana and atmosphere gathered to prepare for an attack only refracted the field of vision.
The shape of the dragon distorted like a convex lens is difficult to even identify properly.
0.2 seconds
Countless wind shells were fired at the garrison of the headquarters of the Stormcry Brigade in the distance.
0.3 seconds
The trolls in front of me noticed the incarnation of the mighty element that appeared before my eyes. A line begins to form on the chests of the guys who are shifting their gaze.
It is a bullet that accurately pierces the heart with a ticking sound.
Surprisingly, the trajectory of the bullet of air compressed with ultra-high pressure can be seen with the naked eye. This is because the refractive index is different.
0.4 seconds
Dozens of lines are drawn not only from the sky of the forest, but also towards the sky of the castle.
line is getting bigger
From tens to hundreds, and from thousands to thousands.
The whole sky is covered with compressed wind tracks, as if the space itself had been cut.
If there is anyone looking up at the sky at this moment, it will suddenly appear that countless incontinences have been drawn in the sky.
It will be like looking up at the sky through a window that has been broken into countless small fragments.
And the spirit king returned to the spirit realm.
* * *
The girl thought her body was being sucked into the sky.
For a moment, shortness of breath came.
A huge amount of atmosphere was sucked into the center of a certain point.
In order to fill the temporary vacuum, air from afar comes rushing in as a storm.
The girl nailed her sword to the wall to keep it from flying.
I was angry at the thought that the day would be ruined, but there is nothing wrong with it.
The hunter and the youngest are holding on to the shield that has been planted in the ground.
What did the uncle do?
“It’s beautiful.”
‘Goddess, what is this now?’
“I think it’s the first time I’ve seen the Spirit King of the Wind used so beautifully. Look at the sky.”
The sky I looked up at was strange.
Like a broken prism, strange lines divide the sky into countless pieces.
It was a sight that made me doubt that the sky would break and fall.
“Five…….”
The anomaly in the sky, which lasted for only a short time, disappeared while exuding admiration.
A bang sounded from the center where the air was sucked in, and all traces of the sky disappeared.
Instead, the flying ogres and wyverns start pouring down with a popping sound.
Unable to overcome the flying force, they collided, and weak houses began to collapse.
The ogres and wyverns caught in the girl’s eyes looked terrible as if something had exploded inside each of them.
The girl frowned and covered her eyes with both hands.
“Why don’t you wipe the blood off your hands?”
The girl wiped the blood on her clothes and covered her eyes again.
* * *
The disciple sighed and walked.
Many years have passed since his master was arrested.
Tedundt was an arch-shaman with many political enemies.
Thanks to his long time spent in the Stormcrying Brigade and his abilities, he only maintained his position despite numerous political checks.
The location of the sealed ancient orc hero was found three months ago.
And it was two months ago that a small force led by Todont entered the forest where the fairies live in order to release the seal.
It was also at that time that Kakrish died.
Countless twists and turns were caused by one human exile.
Even Tidont, the leading shaman of the brigade, was not spared the responsibility for taking the first step in the imperial cause.
There is no such system as the death penalty for Greenskins.
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Just being detained, stripped of all positions, and waiting.Not being able to choose the final battlefield is already a punishment for the orcs!
Her master will soon enter the battlefield as a warrior, not as a shaman or commander.
And he will end his life there.
After becoming an orc, she was abandoned by humans, and when she wandered, it was the twinkle who reaped her.
He was usually blunt, but he didn’t know that he had good intentions.
Now it’s just complicated.
An old orc inside the cage began to appear.
“Is that for today’s rice?”
“Yes, Master.”
“You’ve become strangely polite these days. It’ll probably be like that sooner or later.”
“……”
Tedund takes the dead bird through the cages.
The disciple was a little angry at the sight of chewing the whole thing and chattering.
“Can’t you just run away?”
“If I do that, what will you do?”
“I’ll go with you. I’ll be loyal to the Orc anyway…”
“How are you going to live like a wandering orc? I have all my thoughts, so just wait.”
“How long? You always say that.”
Teddont put down the meat he had been chewing for a while and said. A strange smile hangs.
“More than that, did you find any vampires caught while hunting exiles? It must be about now.”
“Find and sleep, right next door.”
“Yes?”
Teddont looked to the side, but he couldn’t see it because it was a wall.
He has no power to cast spells. It is also other shamans who can best seal the power of a shaman.
The disciple saw a smaller, sloppy cage placed next to Teddont.
He lifted up a dirty cloth that was randomly covered to block the sunlight.
A small girl, about ten years old, is lying on her stomach and not moving.
I was going to check to see if he was dead. Vampires are undead. Undead does not breathe.
“Master, from that day on, you have never been known.”
“You’re an orc shaman who hates orcs as well.”
“I…….”
The disciple gave up trying to say, ‘I am human.’
Todd said.
“By the way, did the troll cavalry participate?”
At those words, the disciple remembered the monsters who had left in the morning.
Every time I saw it, my compassion for humans who had to endure against such things was about to bloom.
He clenched his teeth and suppressed it. Perhaps what she should do is get revenge.
Seeing the disciple nodding, Todont nodded his head.
“Then stay here.”
“Didn’t you usually tell me to go quickly?”
It was because he was outside the eyes of other shamans.
The capable disciple that Teddont had attained was of interest to shamans who had managed to do so.
Because the master was dismissed, it is assumed that there is no master.
If you don’t want to get involved with your former master, you can get another chance.
Twitton smiles inexplicably.
“Stay here today. Without you, me and the vampire next to me will die.”
The disciple sat down in front of us with a grim expression.
From that day on, the master became a truly unknown orc.
It doesn’t tell you anything, it’s just calm, as if you knew the future.
Tedund looks up to the sky through our grates.
In the distance, it was the direction of the human castle.