Foreigner with Dark Hair in Another World

Sant's expression was incredibly serious. It was as if setting fire to this place meant that if a man did not drink water, his throat would be thirsty.

"No, set fire? No wildfires?"

"It's not autumn, just a fire in front of a cave doesn't set off a forest fire."

When you see all the vegetation is green, it doesn't seem to be a dizzy fire. I don't like wildfires in the summer. If you just think of it as an extension of the bonfire, it's convincing.

"If you set fire to the inside of the cave entrance, it will smoke. Then the Goblins inside will pop out. If you hit them, you'll be able to hold them easily."

"Oh, really. That's a good idea."

At that, I clapped my hands. Certainly, the Goblins' heads are not very good, so I would have set aside the same ventilation facilities when making caves. If you set a fire, you'll asphyxiate or burst into bubbles.

It was a good idea.

Is it the difference between being able to think like this?

I started thinking about going in endlessly, and Sant adopted a way of encouraging the other side to come out of the transition of ideas. If all the goblins are roasted with smoke, exploring the interior of the cave is also significantly less difficult.

Goblins, by the way, were incredibly nice and pretty people who had a habit of stockpiling 'things worth money' in their den. It was never a fiction for the Goblins to drop Rare items from the media.

"Wouldn't it be nice to set up a trap in front of you, then? Mm-hmm. That would be great. I'm not going to fall out."

Maria said. It was a very groundbreaking thought, so I clapped my hands again. Goblins with smoke and snow running out of the fire seemed to be able to create even more chaos even with a simple pit.

If they fall and fall and overlap, they can also hope for mischief, and those with limited mobility are more likely to suffocate from the smoke they inhale until then.

"What, do you like your hair?"

"This is basically what we do."

She smiled widely, saying she had a good idea. It was a smile that made even those who saw the tail bend feel better.

"I suggest you also install a simple log."

Gibson also commented on the productive atmosphere of this high-engagement elementary class meeting.

"Oh, my God! That's the way it is!"

I complimented Gibson with exaggerated gestures. Certainly, if I had even a woodwork, there would have been no more butterflies. I think I can easily slaughter Goblins trapped in fire and smoke.

I didn't mean for the teachers to attend the class meeting. How helpful are these ideas! If I can go back, I want to go back to school and study a little harder.

"Then gather your materials. The burning branches, the thick trees that can set up a simple log."

On Sant's instructions, Maria and Gibson moved to gather the timbers. Then, what I have to do is dig the ground. In my military experience, my ability to dig land belongs to the realm of the Master. I need to dig a nice hole and use it as a grave for the Goblins.

"Oh, I dig the land. I used to eat and sell land in Societe Generale."

"Let it be."

I immediately decided to dig the ground using the clunky branches and the knife house that I was walking around. Thinking of the small keys of the Goblins, it will be easy to fall with any digging.

"Oh, there's no need to sell the land deeply. It's not enough for the embarrassed Goblins to run out of chaos."

"I will."

That is how our work progressed. But Mary, a woman, had three men at one time, so the job was quick. Meria piled up the branches and bushes that she had gathered at the entrance to the cave, and Sant and Gibson put together a simple log of trees of the right size.

Then why can't these Goblin teenagers see their noses? No matter how bad your head is, it's normal to snore if you're doing this in front of your house.

"Are these bastards sleeping with any pills? It's not so noisy out there."

Even though we are still working with our own silent prayer vinic, it is strange to keep this silent. Are the Goblins really that kind of creature? I have only experienced small-scale hunting in the field, so I don't know the details.

"I said pillaging at night, so maybe you're sleeping during the day? Or are we going deep?"

"Hm, you don't even have a guard?"

"I don't think the Goblins have that kind of head."

Then that's it.

Unlike the powerful monster Orcs, there must be a reason why the Goblins didn't become the mainstream race. I decided not to care. They're all going to die anyway. I feel like I'm running out of time to think or do something that I can't afford to do for business.

"Hmm... I think that's enough."

Some time has passed and the work has been completed.

I completed small, widely slashed pit traps in front of the entrance to the cave, and Gibson and Sant made wooden logs that were less than waist tall behind them. Meria has already planted a large volume of bushes inside the cave, but there are tons of firecrackers made of fir trees. You're good at your job.

That's enough to get started.

"Then shall we light a fire? I have a vasectomy."

I looked back at Sant. At first, he felt a bit of a bluff, but it was no exaggeration to call him a party leader. The timing of coming out of the muscles and age was also believable.

"Get started."

I pulled the burner out of the pouch. It is a convenient object to light a fire that was once used by Sister Elise when she was homeless.

"Ah, I'm a little scared. Do you like to set fire here? A chance to enjoy your hobbies."

"..."

"Do it quickly. I'm scared because I'm distracted."

Well, if the Barbarians are afraid of the fire, they'll use it.

"Tsk, I'll do it."

I split the flamethrower in half. I saw a small fire burning from the inside, and I put it in the bush.

"Oh, stick. Stick to it."

"I'm nervous."

Shortly thereafter, smoke began to leak. Then it started to burn from the inside of the bush, and it set fire to it.

"It would have been nice to have a wizard. One shot of wind magic will burn, smoke, and shove it all inside."

"I will."

The small lights grew bigger and bigger. Finally, the whole bush burns, and when you turn off, the smoke starts to unravel. Smoke appeared to enter the interior of the cave. Stronger than we thought, we threw all kinds of branches into it to put more to burn.

"Burn the bow. Active."

It was a really fascinating sight. If there was a hot mountain next to us, he would have been happy to say, 'I didn't know there was such a beautiful custom for the Gentiles.'

"Be ready."

We lowered our bodies behind the woodwork and gazed at the cave, following the instructions of Sant.

- Gulp.

A moment of tension.

"Coming."

Sant said.

- Kiriaaaaah!

The dog tightens and strikes its fist with a knife. From the inside of the cave, the cries of the evil beast that seems to tear the world apart are echoed. The sound that flowed from the depths became closer and closer over time.

- Kejob!

- Kiriak!

- Kevlar! Kevlar!

"Coming out!"

- Queek!

Goblins show up soon!

"Oh, motherfuckers!"

"You can't come out?"

"I see."

However, those who appeared screaming did not appear to be able to cross the bushes that were already burning. Goblins, visible from the back of the fire, only scratched their feet with an elongated scream. No matter how hasty it was, his head was not turned enough to go through the fire pit.

"Aren't they all going to burn like that?"

"I'm gonna start popping out before I suffocate."

Sant answered Gibson's question. As he said, they are now starting to use their hands.

- Kerak!!!!!

A completely turned Goblin, who was at the forefront, bravely ran through the burning bushes and ran for freedom. After that, one, two. Three. Four... A lot of Goblins tried to follow him.

- Grrrrrrrrrrrrr!

- Kejob!

- Knock it off!

But I couldn't.

The one who jumped out of the lead curiously fell on his feet with a pit dug in front of the cave, and the ones who followed were caught by the ones who fell in front of him and the ones who came after him fell back. Then they burn. That was pretty silly.

- Cretaceous!

The smell of meat ripens with a roaring cry.

The panicked and confused Goblins tried to flee to live without smoke and fire, but the entrance was now saturated by the fallen and dead. We forced the situation of the cutthroat, which can no longer come out and escape into the cave.

"Now!"

Sant advances, aiming at the spear. All members of the party stand next to him and approach the Goblins in a row.

- Shh!

- Kroc!

We raided the Goblins as they were. I trampled on the head of the fallen Goblins and repeatedly knifed the fallen comrades between the clavicles of the Goblins.

There was already no will to fight them. This was not a battle, but a unilateral slaughter.

The Goblins seemed to have only four words in their heads: "Run," "Run," "Row," and "Negero." They were roasted on fire, suffocated by smoke, stabbed to death, but only crawled and crawled again to escape.

This was the first battle without a crush. Compared to the size.

"Ignore all the runaways!"

In the meantime, some of the lucky ones even escaped through the siege. I missed a few of them like that, but it didn't matter that much.

"Die! Die!"

I keep cutting and stabbing Goblins. The Goblins fell, fell, and were desperate to cross the corpses of their people, so they could easily be killed without any resistance.

"Kichichup! You bastard! You bastard!"

Side by side, Meria saw an unrealistic view of Goblin's elongated glare falling down as a shield, but I focused on my work. It was natural for combat to bring excitement to a person.

"Hup! Hup!"

Sant was also skillfully handling the dagger, puncturing the Goblins' bodies. These creatures, surprisingly, can only pierce a small hole in the body, but they can shed blood and die. Hemorrhagic dem went into extreme trouble, not dot dem.

Gibson, who was still only a boy, cut Goblins with a merciless hand. That's how corpses piled up at the entrance.