Graduated from Witchcraft Institute

As soon as the elves were ready, they began moving the base.

Even so, almost everyone wears it only, so even when it comes to preparation, it was enough to make the need for movement and timing of execution known.

It's just a lot of trouble when it comes to moving close to a hundred people.

Under the dark night, finolas and leader-like elves with light (lights) manage to guide them in a unified manner, but if the orcs discover this place and raid it, it will be a big deal.

I thought so. I decided to take one action.

Finola, I'm a little out.

"Hmm...? Yeah, I don't mind, but where are you going?

"I'm gonna take a little walk in the sky"

"Is...?

When I told Finola my plans for action, I hid in the shade of a nearby tree, took off what I was wearing and then cast two spells.

One is dark vision (night vision).

This is a spell that will allow you to see things even in the dark, just like in bright days.

And the other is transformation (metamorphosis).

This is a spell that can be transformed into any animal by the operator himself, after which he will be able to operate with the ability of that animal.

There are restrictions on the types of animals that can be transformed, but they are usually fine if they are not as huge or as warcrafty as they are.

I gained my dark vision abilities with the Dark Vision (Night Vision) spell before transforming into the Great Eagle figure with the Transformation (Metamorphose) spell.

Then he flicked his wings and jumped up, eventually dancing in the sky.

(It's been a while since I flew in the sky like this...)

Rising to a height that overlooks the forest trees from above, you hop on the wind and gently fly around in the darkness of the night.

If you look up at the night sky, the stars are brilliant, and when you look at them, it seems like something small, such as what happened in the lower realm.

But now, I didn't fly in the sky to leave myself to such sentiment.

(Whether or not there's an oak around)

Being a big eagle, I scout the neighborhood as I fly around the sky, taking advantage of the night vision (Night Vision).

Swimming through the air, swirling, gliding, flying around.

As a result, nothing like a herd of oaks could be discovered near a moving population of elves.

Something like peace of mind.

(And then... is that it)

After scouting all around the street, I glide slowly through the night sky, looking in one direction.

The surrounding landscape is filled with forests quite far away, but there was one place with its forests, a place with lots of lights.

That's what Finola told me, the area where their settlement is supposed to exist.

The distance there is probably about an hour on foot, and if you fly at full speed, you'll get there in less than two minutes.

And it seems that having the lights there means that there is someone there right now.

Orcs, elves...

(I guess you should see it)

I never decided to stretch my scout legs.

Tilt your wings lightly about twice and head in the direction of your destination.

Fly beneath the night sky, tearing apart the gushing wind with the bush.

As Gungu and his destination approached, he noticed a dark cloud standing in the night sky ahead of him.

(That rain cloud, it's on its way over here... don't rain after a while)

I don't know if I can get off during reconnaissance, but after that, it's a little bit of a problem.

That said, that's not something to think about right now either.

You shouldn't be an idiot who thinks extra and tramples badly on enemy land.

When I kept flying straight towards my destination long enough to count a hundred while thinking like that, I finally reached over that settlement.

It was a large, treehouse-like settlement that expanded the elf settlement where the Lephanians lived to several times its size as it was.

The bonfire is now burning by the ground.

And there, the sight of nauseating worse chest feces was spreading to such an extent that this was still the case.

Across the ground of the settlement, the bodies of the tragically murdered elves were rolling.

He's broken his neck, limbs, or head crushed, or dragged out of his gut.

Those bodies look like a lot of men among the elves.

Meanwhile, around the bonfire, which was torched everywhere, there was a disastrous feast to see.

A large number of oaks are ravaging a large number of elf women while voicing poor taste pigs.

The voices that are raised from the women of the elves are not easy to hear.

All of them are obvious screams, things like that that are also close to whimpering and severing demons.

I mean, here's the thing.

This settlement of elves was raided and fell by an army of oaks, and many were killed or captured.

And it was mainly the man's elf that was killed, and it was the woman's elf that was captured.

They are used as a gateway to the desires of the orcs or as objects for the prosperity of their offspring.

(... no. Calm down. I'm going down now. What can I do?)

Having seen the tragedy taking place in its present progression, my heart is about to be trapped in righteousness.

I'm going down to the ground right now to break my transformation (metamorphosis), and I'm driven by the urge to burn down the orcs with a fireball (fireball) spell.

But no.

That's not enough.

Examining the tactical possibilities doesn't make any calculations to push them to total annihilation by myself, and depending on how the Lord and Emperor species move, it's not unlikely they'll be able to turn them into meat chunks soon after I withdraw.

It was myself, whoever it was, who told the Satsuki and the others that we should not go too far into this case.

But when you see things this way, your will shakes.

Reason lurks the ringing, and he is about to be ruled by justice and intuition.

I complain that such a thing is not the way a rational person should be, and I get smaller and chased around the corner.

What dominates is emotion until violent.

But the salvation was that the intuition in me was working fine.

I can't.

I can't do this alone.

It's impossible to kill all of these guys on my own, and I'm the one who will eventually get killed.

That intuitive perception stopped me and held back my intuitive behavior.

(But at least let me worship what the enemy general looks like)

I look down into the lower realm as I make a big swirl over the sky, looking for the target.

There are only a limited number of places where you can see through the gaps in the trees from above, and you cannot look at the whole of the settlement.

But...

(─ Is that it?)

I found something very large in a bonfire that burned in the settlement.

There is a multitude of oaks and a proportionate number of elf women there, but there was not a feast in which they were disturbed, as elsewhere.

One and all in the heart of that circle, a magnificent being, among other things.

Two times bigger than the average oak, he turned to its presence, so that the surrounding oaks could fu him, and show him the trick of devoting the woman of the elf that he had in his hand.

I also thought I'd descend and take a closer look, but then its presence turned upwards.

It was as if he was looking at me in the air, and even telling the orcs around him something by pointing this way.

─ ─ That's not a level of sharpness.

Perhaps I was uncomfortable that the eagle was swirling over the sky rather than across at this hour, or maybe I just normally alerted the eagle as an animal as a slight threat, but the alertness in me was alarming that it should not be too close.

(... just for now, just stay in that position. ─ ─ You must smash it)

With that in mind, I realized that I was deeply emotional and smiled in my heart, and flew away from the scene with whatever it was.