Foreigner with Dark Hair in Another World

I watched the entrance of the Kobolts' Cave, hiding myself on the hill. So I started crawling out of the cave with my good friends.

"Showed up."

- Kyusha, Kyusha.

- Kyungsa-sa-sa-sa-sat.

- Cuw! Shit.

The total number of cobalt that came out of the cave was four. There were no Kobolt Warriors in the crowd, and they were all weak walkers. Probably came out to collect fruit or edible grass roots nearby.

"What we need is a scale wolf, not a cobalt."

"Mister, who doesn't know that? You're going to crawl out to eat those bastards."

"I hope so, yes."

Morris' attitude has been frowning ever since the previous argument. There is a shameful saying that he ate his age with a butt, and it seemed nothing different from modern Earth or the rest of the world.

He's a man who can't be replaced. No matter how complicated I was, I would be in a relatively easy-to-read position compared to Morris' state of mind.

- Cussat.

- Kyussarsat.

They raise their noses to the ground, speaking a language unique to Kobolt that we can never understand. I can't see it, so I'm relying on olfactory.

They seemed peaceful.

It was fun, and it seemed happy.

- Krrrrrrrr...

Until a predator shows up.

"Apparently."

It was a gray scale wolf that harmed the vine and appeared secretly like the color of cement. He approaches the Kobolts, killing his footsteps without resorting to trembling excitement.

- Kyussard?

Krrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!

Pabat! Scale Wolf, who sprung like lightning, bites Kobolt's throat as he looks back.

-Quuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuugh!!!!!!

Kobolt bites his throat and howls bitterly. It was a scream of its own. Cobalt's picnic, which was happy with the advent of a powerful predator, immediately turned to hell.

- Ku-sat!

- Kyussard!

The other three Kobolts, who saw it, fell into a panic and tried to return to the cave. It was the ghosts that fell against each other.

- Krrrrrr, Crack!!

However, Scale Wolf did not allow them to flee. One by one, he quickly chased and bit his neck and killed it. It took less than a minute to brutally slaughter all four Kobolts.

"That guy... he's good at it."

Scale Wolf, who made all four of them into corpses, seemed satisfied only then. He took one Kobolt and began to dig up the boat.

- Write it down.

- Uh-huh, Woody.

Well, I think this is a complete fisherman. I was able to pack three Kobolt buckets in my sleepy head. Just take the brain, I'm a little cocky, so just take it to the head.

"Cat. How's it going? You look good going now."

"That son of a bitch is still out of his mind. If you ambush me now, I think I can send you to the goal. Mr. Gibson, and Maurice Ajay. Let's go."

Even the son of a bitch doesn't touch it when he eats, but we decided to attack the one who eats it willingly.

Only four of them went down the crossroads, but he couldn't escape because of the cliff behind the cave. It may take some time for the worst to enter Kobolt Cave.

- Tak-tak!

We ran down the hill. As he descended, he spread out large across the first column. It's like a net unfolding towards him.

- Grrrrrrrrrrr?

The one with the red nose raises his head and looks at us. He was astonished as if he had seen his mother come back alive after he had gone behind his back and tried to run away. However, it was a cliff.

It's been a long time since we've stopped both sides.

"Khhhh... Nin's gone now, you fucker."

- Krrrr...

I whirled around the end of the knife to try to hypnotize him. There was no discriminatory effect.

Chew.

- Kung!

Scale Wolf, who was looking around, gave up fleeing and overran us. Withdrawal of duties prior to resolution. It was Gibson who was targeted. At least the smallest chunk on the path of life and death is choosing Gibson. I can only applaud his judgment.

"Argh!"

Gibson, who threw out the running scale wolf with a knife, threw himself and rolled aside. I don't think I've done enough damage. I was also a teenager, so I was a little overweight. I ran straight and blocked his escape route.

"You son of a bitch! I love Gibson!"

On the right side are Claudie and Maurice. I screamed and drove the three of you together to make a battle cry, but he came to me to see if he accepted the battle cry as a provocation.

Lower the pose. Reach the knife forward to protect yourself. A sword is also a shield that perfectly protects itself while killing the enemy. Focus on the spirit. Aim for timing-

"Die!"

- Bear it.

The slash was intense.

- Crack!

The left front leg of the running scale wolf flew into the air. Between the truncated cross-section and the truncated cross-section, the sharp stem stretches like a thread. Do I have to cut back and finish? No, the distance is too narrow.

"Bitch!"

As I learned from Karin, I applied the technique of [crushing balls with my knee] to take a strong picture of his chest with his knee. Wood chop! I heard his bones go against him. Scale Wolf, who flew about two metres like that on Muay Thai's hit, fled to the other side of me.

Where he fled, Claudie and Maurice were there. He's already surrounded. I can't get out alive. Since he lost one front leg and his shoulder bones became dislocated, he pushed his body with only his hind leg and advanced as he rubbed the floor.

... was slow.

Morris raises the axe high. An organized pose. You can't get into that pose with one or two axes.

"HUP!"

Maurice, who made the synthesis, put his head down.

The situation has ended.

"I killed him again."

Somehow he said he killed himself purely by himself, but Maurice had at least enough skills to eat what his teammates had seasoned.

"I haven't done anything yet. Well, let me take the leather off."

Claudie didn't have anything to do with it. It was regrettable that she was secretly expecting her skills. Whether she takes the dagger from me or not, she strips off the skin again.

"Mr. Gibson, are you okay? Where are you not hurt?"

"Oh, I'm fine. You made a mistake."

In Gibson's condition, I approached the corpse of Kobolts. From now on, I had to pull out their heads. Risha says she needs Kobolt's brain... so she sends her infinite gratitude to Scale Wolf for providing the corpses.

The cobalt's neck was already torn in half, so it could be easily separated.

I put them preciously in the sack around my back. I thought I'd cut as much blood as I could, but I think the blood would fall off pretty quickly.

"Why do you keep that? Loot?"

"Yes? Oh, it's similar."

"Do you have any religion? Or Mirkesha customs?"

"Uh... I don't think so... it's a quest. Someone asked for it."

"Do you have a place to use Kobolt's head?"

"Well, I've always wondered that. Why are you asking me to bring you this?"

Claudie, who had taken off all the leather, approached and said, Her hands were full of blood again. I opened the lid for the barrel again.

This resulted in the acquisition of two scales of Wolf's leather and three Kobolt's headaches. Combined with up to five Magic Herbs, the quest's Achievement Rate has increased in an instant.

Since then, another Scale Wolf has come to see if he smelled blood.

"Huh? There he is again."

We are ready for battle again. But this time Claudie stepped out. He said he would do it himself.

"Everybody stay put. I have to do something."

In her words, there is a fish lung.

It's worth more than one serving if you take off the leather properly.

- Krrrr...

The one who showed up this time seemed a little starved. He opened his eyes and slowly approached. Can't you see this catastrophe here? Hunger darkens the eyes of the beast, but one can only admit it.

"..."

Claudie walks at the same pace as him. The walking hanger was light and only bought. Somehow, she joined her long legs to create a model-like atmosphere. As she walked, she lowered her posture.

And you are.

"Uh."

Wait, wait, wait, wait.

It seemed to have disappeared.

"Oh, my God."

-Chrerek!

Scale Wolf, who was just jumping, threw out the Terminal of Death.

It happened instantly.

- Oh, my God!

Claudie, who approached so quickly that the illusion seemed to have disappeared for a moment, flirted with Starburst Stream (the real one), and Scale Wolf fell to the ground with a chewing gum.

"Ugh! Mmm! Is the scale a little broken? I tried to reach as many people as I could."

"I'm going crazy and I'm going short."

My mouth became zinc.

Claudie swung the double sword at a speed that was barely visible. Scale Wolf, who jumped into the stormy void of that blade, died 'as he was about to come'. You son of a... Bitter!

Why on earth is it an E class adventure?!

In the meantime, it was amazingly clear that the leather had not hurt much. When I looked at the wound, I only picked the places where the scaled leather led to the neck, armpits, muscles, and muscles.

Fearless skills.

The unbelievable technique just before seemed like the magic of a wizard dealing with Mana, a mysterious power that transcended man. Are you a Mana user? Then that strange move becomes convincing.

"Excellent skill... Claudie, why in the world is it Class E? When I look at it, I can also look at class C or class B."

"Is that so? I haven't been to the city in a while. I started by saying that the more high-ranking adventurers you become, the better you'll earn. What do you need to do to get promoted?"

"A wall of unparalleled performance!"

Claudie's skills were literally at the level of the Moon Pagan, the highest rank. No, is this a compromise? I'm embarrassed. In other words, her skills were literally similar to those of Knight.

Anyway, even she hasn't been here long, so she seems to be earning money by staying in class E. As an outsider, I don't even know about the ecology of the city, so I guess I didn't get a chance to make a lot of money because I have skills.

Lucky for us.

"It was a remarkable move. Even with that kind of screening, the leather was scarcely damaged."

"All the monsters are in there. It's not much, that much. My hometown of Surdik is a country of warriors who serve Hell-Khan. I've been practicing martial arts since I was a kid."

In other words, is Shrdik a country of human weapons with a devout religion? There is a desert, and I think her skin is brown and it feels like an Egyptian Islamic outbreak. Combining the light outfit and the two curvatures that she was wearing from the beginning, a concrete image of 'Tuhee' comes to mind.

Anyway, I took the third leather and it was already past noon. I think it would be ideal to catch just one more and take each one.

Maybe Claudie's skills are more than normal, so he can get a level leather that is his stomach. Of course, it's the story of the discovery of that number of scale wolves.

Strong doesn't kill a lot of monsters. Because monsters have heads, they run and hide. If you're swarming like a pack of dogs, you can do genocide, but there's no such thing as a dungeon on a field like this.

"If you catch one more in the future, you can take one leather per person."

Gibson said.

"Then let's find the last one."