Voices are raised from the crowd, but given the ability and preparation of this trading party, only a few items are needed to be taken.
As I slowly pulled the string of my great bow, the monsters that came pouring in vanquished one by one.
Our minds and bodies have been sharpened like soldiers’ sabers after the long journey from Torquiva to Tarababara.
As the demon beasts were being easily defeated by us, I wondered if there’s any big one coming this way. That time, a high pitched alert from Vongo in the sky sounded.
Immediately after that, a hyoruuuuuuuu screech sounded from the west.
I pulled three arrows from my back and turned to the west where I saw a big wet weasel chasing a group of centaurs.
A wet weasel is a three eyed giant demon beast common in this area. It was called as such because the fur on its back is sharp and shiny like needles making it look as if it were wet.
「Wet weasel! Incoming!」
「Ohhhh!」
「Whoever’s available, go there!」
I shoot my first arrow.
The arrow, which flew as if it was crawling on the ground, pierced the side of the wet weasel. Its white fur turned red.
The whole plains became filled with “jiiiiii!” cry from the wet weasel. Its loud enough to echo and its aggro turned to us.
The second shot pierced the base of its right front leg.
The third shot went deep into its left eye.
Jiiiiiiii! It lunged straight at us, letting out a resentful cry.
「Get ready!!」
「Oh!」
「Bring it on!」
Just as we were about 3 steps away from being bitten, my companions in front made a bed of spears.
It was only a bed of ten or so spears so it could just run to the side and it did.
But it’s fully open when it changes direction.
It’s just a small gap but my spear, I switched weapon, pierced it unguarded.
The wet weasel, with a spear stuck in its eyeball, let out a jiiii cry again. At almost the same time, Vongo-chan’s spear, which had come down in a dive, pierced its right eyeball, the one who’s not damaged.
Slipping and sliding to the side due to its momentum, it rolled several times where it was speared from all sides in a flash.
「Alright!」
「Get the magic crystal now! We’ve got to take it out before blood gets all over it!」
「Let’s chop the walking birds later.」
「Let’s drain its blood and tie it to the carriage.」
While everyone was working quickly and efficiently to dismantle the body, we saw the group of centaurs, who was fleeing earlier, come toward us.
They are a small herd.
They wore simple headdresses and were equipped with primitive bows and arrows.
The centaurs at the place where I was born dressed like them.
「Thank you for saving us! That bow that easily took out that wet weasel is just like the legendary Neuron!」
「We’re under the same sky so it’s normal to help.」
「We are nomads. I am Rabeita of Keirones.」
「I am Pickles of Torquiva.」
「We were attacked by a wet weasel drawn by the mole that we were hunting. It was a very close call. Thank you again.」
「No problem. We’ll be leaving soon.」
「Where are you headed? If I can catch up with you, I’ll send you a little something this evening.」
「South」
「I see, understood! Then, Pickles of Torquiva! See you again, valiant warrioress!」
Rabeita of Keirones waved his hand and left.
All the centaurs around here have bluish hair. That’s what I thought as I watched them disappear over the hillside.
Voices are raised from the crowd, but given the ability and preparation of this trading party, only a few items are needed to be taken.
As I slowly pulled the string of my great bow, the monsters that came pouring in vanquished one by one.
Our minds and bodies have been sharpened like soldiers’ sabers after the long journey from Torquiva to Tarababara.
As the demon beasts were being easily defeated by us, I wondered if there’s any big one coming this way. That time, a high pitched alert from Vongo in the sky sounded.
Immediately after that, a hyoruuuuuuuu screech sounded from the west.
I pulled three arrows from my back and turned to the west where I saw a big wet weasel chasing a group of centaurs.
A wet weasel is a three eyed giant demon beast common in this area. It was called as such because the fur on its back is sharp and shiny like needles making it look as if it were wet.
「Wet weasel! Incoming!」
「Ohhhh!」
「Whoever’s available, go there!」
I shoot my first arrow.
The arrow, which flew as if it was crawling on the ground, pierced the side of the wet weasel. Its white fur turned red.
The whole plains became filled with “jiiiiii!” cry from the wet weasel. Its loud enough to echo and its aggro turned to us.
The second shot pierced the base of its right front leg.
The third shot went deep into its left eye.
Jiiiiiiii! It lunged straight at us, letting out a resentful cry.
「Get ready!!」
「Oh!」
「Bring it on!」
Just as we were about 3 steps away from being bitten, my companions in front made a bed of spears.
It was only a bed of ten or so spears so it could just run to the side and it did.
But it’s fully open when it changes direction.
It’s just a small gap but my spear, I switched weapon, pierced it unguarded.
The wet weasel, with a spear stuck in its eyeball, let out a jiiii cry again. At almost the same time, Vongo-chan’s spear, which had come down in a dive, pierced its right eyeball, the one who’s not damaged.
Slipping and sliding to the side due to its momentum, it rolled several times where it was speared from all sides in a flash.
「Alright!」
「Get the magic crystal now! We’ve got to take it out before blood gets all over it!」
「Let’s chop the walking birds later.」
「Let’s drain its blood and tie it to the carriage.」
While everyone was working quickly and efficiently to dismantle the body, we saw the group of centaurs, who was fleeing earlier, come toward us.
They are a small herd.
They wore simple headdresses and were equipped with primitive bows and arrows.
The centaurs at the place where I was born dressed like them.
「Thank you for saving us! That bow that easily took out that wet weasel is just like the legendary Neuron!」
「We’re under the same sky so it’s normal to help.」
「We are nomads. I am Rabeita of Keirones.」
「I am Pickles of Torquiva.」
「We were attacked by a wet weasel drawn by the mole that we were hunting. It was a very close call. Thank you again.」
「No problem. We’ll be leaving soon.」
「Where are you headed? If I can catch up with you, I’ll send you a little something this evening.」
「South」
「I see, understood! Then, Pickles of Torquiva! See you again, valiant warrioress!」
Rabeita of Keirones waved his hand and left.
All the centaurs around here have bluish hair. That’s what I thought as I watched them disappear over the hillside.
