Urs understands.　
　That it's nothing more than a stupid stubbornness.

　If you do your best, you should be willing to throw everything you have at Nacht's aid.
　He should put his head down and ask for mercy.

　Then surely the kind-hearted Nacht's attendant would have asked the Lord for help and, as he had said, would have saved her mother's homeland.

　But Urs - no, the Urs chose to fight.
　They had suffered death over and over again, and yet they still chose to avenge their comrades with their own hands and part ways with the past.

(Uris........he fought to the end, how could I turn away!

　Despite his greatness to Sylvie, Urs remained unable to extinguish the fire burning in the back of his mind.
　It was a terrible past.
　Many of them had suffered unhealed wounds.

　But still--

We can still fight.

　The voice of Urs that spilled out of the pot, as a signal, the elves divided into two groups in the fog and ran. In the fog, this is after all a phenomenon caused by spirits. It is very easy for the elves to communicate with such spirits and know the way.
　In front of them was a powerful ward that seemed to reject all living things. You're going to be able to find out what you're looking for, and you're going to be able to find out what you're looking for.

　But even such a wall - now you can run through it.
　I'm sure you'll be able to find the best way to get the most out of your time.
　Although I think it's quite uneventful, so far it's only as planned.

''One spot, destroy the technical attack team on the left, second group, come around from the right, be very careful of the traps.''

　While briefly mixing in instructions, Urs ran ahead of the others.
　Then, suddenly - the soil in front of him rose up in an indefinite shape.
　With a roaring sound, the soil, which changes its shape as you look at it, has built up a defensive wall in the blink of an eye.

(I knew that........but it's not on the level of simple.......)

　The second barrier was activated in case of intruders.
　It is different from the earthen walls that elves build by communicating with earthen spirits. The surface of the wall is hardened and blackened by magic, and there are faint gaps in the wall to allow bows and magical projectiles to pass through.

　The place located at the top of such a simple firewall glows faintly.
　The moment Ursu brought it into view--

Spread out!

　-- At the same time as he shouted, fire magic exploded as it landed on the densely packed area of the elves. With an ear-splitting roar, a heat wave raged behind them.

　He asked the wind spirit to mitigate the impact from behind, and with the help of the water spirit, he blocked the heat wave.
　Ursus does not have any outstanding powers.
　He is aware that he is a poor dexterity.

　He does not have the fiery rage that strongly responds to the spirit of fire, the gentle compassion that responds to the spirit of water, the free will that responds to the spirit of wind, or the unshakable faith that responds to the spirit of earth.

　I have such a personality that makes decisions based on reality rather than emotions, but I can't be so calm or very calm that I completely kill my emotions.

　But even so - I can make full use of my power.

''Lend me your power.''

　A word.
　When I tell you, the ground rises lightly to form a walkable path.

　When you fly through the sky with a run, a foothold of water appears in the air. I step on the water foothold, which is instantly solidified, and with the help of the spirit of the wind, I rise in the sky.

　Overwhelming heights, even higher up the simple barrier that could be said to be overwhelmingly high - Ursus, who was positioned in the sky, saw the same red light as before. A demon race, perhaps a higher species of goblin, a being that had evolved further into a goblin mage and had become a demon race, was holding a staff and weaving a magic circle.

''It's too late!''

　Faster than the goblin's magic can be activated, the flame spirit that Urs willingly communicated with him produces karma fire.

''Guaaaaaaaaaaah!

　The goblins still look at me hatefully as I'm surrounded by the manifested karma fire.

(Is it an elite stone.... but I can push through!)

　Judging that, Ursu, who was about to make a follow-up attack, quickly deflected half of his body as quickly as possible.
　A wind noise ran through, and an arrow that looked as if it had floated the blessing of a spirit tore shallowly across Urs's cheek.

(Doesn't work so well...)

　A goblin mage, a goblin archer, and a sword goblin carrying a sword were two Formancells, all of which were high level species that could also be called general class.

''Gigi........jamaisuru, na.......that thing is Ore no emoji......''

Urusai ... omaenomahou ... ososgil ... ole no ya no hou ga tsuyoi.

Jarnoka?

Jawtow, da!

Fight, sul, aite, chigau!

Goz, t, mez, ni, kolosarelzo, omaera.

　I thought they would launch a breathtaking coordinated attack because they are of the same species, but apparently that's not the case. It's not the case, they can't be said to be in sync with each other, even if it is flattering.
　The goblins reluctantly held their respective weapons at Ursus.

(Is it just as Nacht-dono said - if this is the case, Plan A should work.

　Urus is convinced of that.

''--The demon tribe was a coward who would torture the opponent to death four to one, right?

"Nunn...

Dato'?
　It was a deliberate provocation, but the goblins reacted in an amused way.

''Haha, isn't it? They only pretend to be strong, but in the end they are cowards who can only fight if they have the upper hand, right?''
　Urs says, exaggerating, mockingly.

'If you say different, then you can fight me one on one. Well, you won't be able to, anyway.

'Goggle, dammit!　Naraba, kono, mage goblins, mage goblins, mahou--

'Mate!　This guy is a Haolegraficell!

'No!　Oregainukku!

　Overhearing the noise of the goblins who started arguing with me, me, me, Urs secretly activated his spirit magic.
　I was given more than enough time to shake off the conversation.

''Fire spirits, burn up!

""Nah--!"

　The pillar of flame that erupted from the earth blazed up as if it were piercing the heavens.

''Gaaaaaaaaaaaah!　Gisamaa!
　In the midst of the fierce fire, a killing gaze looks at Ursu. However, Urs only communicates with the spirit.

''Spirit of the wind, reverse it!
　The hand of the wind that fueled the fire engulfed the flames and produced a tornado of backwards fire.
　The blazing heat wave made the ground of the simply assembled fort red hot as well, making a ragged, blah, blah, blah noise.

'Guaaaaaaaaaaaah!　Gono, hikonomono, ga.........

'What's wrong with you - we're not fighting, we're at war.

　I understand that he is being stubborn.
　But even so, he couldn't help but agree to leave everything to Nacht and not do everything himself.
　With a painful decimation, Urs silently turned on his heel to the scattered ashes.





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Meow!
　In the midst of the fog, the balls of the vanguard rang high.
　The fog is so deep that it is impossible to see an inch ahead. But his eyes still shine through the fog, and his unparalleled perceptions continue to detect and avoid the trap.

'Proceed!　Go!　Don't keep up with Master Tama!

Follow your sister in the nuts!

　In the end, the demon of the many bow bowls kept the bow in front of him as he ran past.
　The sound of running through the sky.
　At the same time, a crack runs through the ground.
　The coordinated attack of the demon tribe's platoon attacks Tama, but he accelerates his feet on the crumbling ground without regard to the unstable footing.　

　Leaving the shadow behind, Tama accelerates and flashes his ferocious fangs twice.
　Now, right now, it bites down on the arrow that was about to pierce Tama's forehead.
　The piece of wood flew into the sky and the atomized magic power disappeared with a bang.

''Nah--!

　The demon tribe's astonishment was also momentary.
　However, even such a moment was just an opportunity for Tama.

　A flashing claw breaks the bow, and ferocious fangs gouge out the throat.
　The fresh blood that leapt out was played by Tama's magic power that shone in white and dyed the ground red in the sky.

''Tatakibusu!

　Without pause, a huge club was looming over Tama's head.
　The club, which looks like a major pillar supporting the building, is clad in a destructive power that makes even the wind pressure almost stagger the building, as the giant demon has swung it down with all its might.
　But even so, Tama was unfazed.
　The narrowed eyes just look at the next prey - the sprinting tama flashes a claw that is too sharp to cross the club that is approaching from overhead.

　Fast.
　It's a good thing that you're able to get the most out of this.
　You're going to be able to find out the best way to get the most out of your new collection.





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Hey, hey!　Demons are all shut-ins, aren't they, ah?

Don't do it, captain. - They're all incompetent and useless without their commander.

Haha, that's true. Well, you cowards should just lock yourself away in a safe zone and suckle on your mother's milk.

...hey ... boy ... that's not very nice ...

　It was an understandable provocation.
　There is no doubt that a well-trained and well-disciplined army would have acted in a completely pointless manner.
　However, Nacht had seen through it.

"They pose as an army, but in reality, they don't look like an army.

　It is said that the demon race respects power, and this was obvious in the djinn.
　At the heart of the demon race is the desire to respect, respect, subordinate, and obey power, and they are people who have risen through the ranks of power.

　But even so, as long as an organization called the military is operated, there is order and hierarchy in place.
　A hierarchical relationship exists despite the fact that there is not much difference in ability between the two, and someone who does not want to admit it becomes a superior.

　That brainy second-in-command gave me two major pieces of information in a conversation with Nacht, who had gone to declare war.
　The first was that the intelligence of the entire demon race was low enough to make him his own second-in-command, and that there were many battle crazies who preferred to stick their fists out rather than open their mouths.

　And secondly, they have a tendency to be easily provoked, and yet they are honest and reverent to power.

''That's why they look like an army, but they must actually be a bunch of amateurs.

　Nacht makes that decision.
　Still, they are able to take military action in their own way because they have an absolute powerhouse at the top of their game, which is precisely the reason why they are in a different dimension.
　Geirzak von Crimson.
　It is because that guy gives orders that the demon race is able to stay with an army.

　That was why it was a fog and a sound-closing device.
　The pseudo-warding that Aisha and Silphy had assembled with the help of the great spirits of wind and water.
　Covering their vision was partly intended to obscure their positioning when infiltrating, but in fact, the strongest connotation was the sealing of the command system.

　The pseudo-warding of the two great spirit pillars couldn't marginalize the opponent's movement or turn to attack at all, but it could instead block the instructions of the three commanders.

　That way, the demon race is a crowdsourced group that cannot make use of its power at the earliest.

''Let's do it, I'll kill you!

Hey!　Bam!　Do not leave!　That's--



　A magic circle floated and exploded on the ground of the demon tribe that jumped out of the ground.
　Indeed, the defensive formation built by Filnelia was wonderful. But how many demon clans knew about it? And moreover, how many of them understand its usefulness?
　After all, they're a group of brainiacs, to the point where that djinn is one of the better ones.

　A word, don't leave your post, and they'd be clothed in their own bent if they were instructed by Filnelia to not leave their posts.
　However, the wards of Aisha and Silphies are able to interfere with not only sound, but also communication through magic power.

　In terms of individual strength, the demon race would still be superior to the elves who have raised their level.
　But the elves are all elite armies that have read Nacht's strategy books and crammed everything from the enemy's weaknesses to the structure of the fort into their heads.

　The elves, bent on revenge and desperate to avenge their homeland and comrades, have a different resolve in their desire to go to war.
　The odds were often there, Nacht was convinced.