The Story of a Different World Dynasty - When I was reincarnated, I was treated like a Necromancer,

"Zillow!"

I didn't have to speak up, my intentions were conveyed. The Necromancer is impressive.

Giraud jumps on the "detached" right forelimb and bites.

A "detachment" stiff to the pain for a moment, but I don't mind trying to swing it down as it is.

Not good!

But the attack never arrived a thousand years early.

On the right elbow, a deep arrow stood.

Distracted by the pain, "detachment" took his aim off.

"Positive!"

I could hear the honking of a "honking" coming from the woods.

The hounds taken by him are also restrained as they call each other at the foot of "detachment".

In the blind spot, it bites all over.

Thousands of mornings take their distance again, and Philia's light bullets scorch the left eye of "detachment".

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"Rigging" turned against me.

I got a spear on my back.

I could see a "black monkey" with a spear thrower shaped like a slipper.

"Eagle Wings," who was on a remote route, also rushes.

Run around the critical part of the raging "detachment" range of attack and fast fire a short bow.

When the "detachment" gains slight momentum, the "detachment" arrow flies from nowhere and pierces the joints.

A bitter cry rises.

"Rigging off" was confusing.

(Dogs, I know. The attacks of the mountain people have also been suffered.

(But I thought it was creepy, what are these unfamiliar people?

(He moves around quietly and strikes more "gut-sounding" than a dog.

(I don't know where it comes from, but the hot stuff flies to the "soft spot".

(These guys, they're dangerous.

(If I turn my back, I don't know what I'm going to do.

(Again, we just have to blow these guys off the front and break through.

"Rigging off," he roared from his scorched and exhausted throat.

Stand up with both back limbs bitten by dogs.

Compared to just after the start of the fight, his body was leaning forward under the influence of a thousand early blows to his limbs and body.

Still walk out. Coming towards Filia.

Phyllia was in charge.

Before that, Hans, in a position standing on the arrow of a "detached" attack, is in a panic.

Just saying I'm in a position, I never stand on the arrow side of an attack, but I'm in a hurry.

"Calm down, you're a spirit! We're not gonna make it through the 'haggard' attack!

Hans is safe, but Philia is in danger.

Hans' hand glows when he desperately thinks about it. The light flew to "detachment," hitting the right eye.

How many times would it be, I could definitely hear the screams when the damage went through.

"Nice one, Hans!

"Shit, I should have turned it into a copper coin!

Apparently, it was "why?"

Still, the "detachment" forwards that I'm ready for won't stop.

The number of dogs that are biting is increasing, but it is not an object either.

Thousands of early rushes. Can you make it!?

I heard Hans.

"Hiro, it's" Friends of the Merchant "! Throw it!"

I came out before when I packed my stuff, "Friends of the Merchant". It is a ball of golf ball.

"This is something to wear, not put it in your luggage." Yes, Hans said.

Pebbles or whatever, it's better than not throwing.

I threw in for a "detached" nose surface.

"GOOOO!"

of "haggling," the rustling voice rises.

"Cane!" "Hin!" The dogs also raise their voices, their mouths moving away from the limbs behind the "detachment".

"Friend of the Merchant," it was a ball with spices.

In Japan, it was a "crime spray", and in this case, it was a "bear spray".

I did a bad thing to these wolves who had a good sense of smell.

The "detachment" that was pulling his limbs from behind, even though he was trying to get out front.

By leaving, the dog suddenly took a heavy stone, so he took a relaxing stance.

In its body, an extra-large photosphere is punched in from the charged-out filia.

The limbs remain behind, the torso falls......, at that time, a powerful blow launching from the bottom.

Gakun, and I lost my head.

There, Thousand Early Runs.

Running to the diagonal side of "haggling"......

"I won't refuse to bother you! Broken legs!

It is called heel drop. Unlike a normal heel drop is a blow up in the air, where greater positional energy is added.

Instead of worrying, a blow that seemed to break even the cerebrum slammed him in the back of the "detachment" head.

"Rigging off" collapses. I guess consciousness is already flying.

Still, we can't stop moving forward. Is this inert or inertial?

No, would it be a wild survival instinct?

Phyllia, who has seen an oversized shot, is running late.

Thousands of mornings head over to Philia's, but shortly after they make the move. I'm a moment behind.

We're not gonna make it!

Reflectively, it was popping.

I held Philia up, a thousand years ago.

The sky darkened.

In a glass of vision, "detachment" falls.

We have to support it! We've got to get Thousand Early and Philia out of here!

Boneless pig, entrusted by "Big Pig".

He clenched with both hands and protruded toward heaven.

For a moment, just a moment, but I was able to support the fall of "detachment".

Thousands of mornings with filia are enough time to jump.

It just seemed to be a "detached" throat position.

Hot stuff flows down like waterfalls from where it's torn to pieces.

That's another moment. Awesome weight added to both hands......

I lost consciousness.