Weed Reincarnation ~ Carefully Raised in the Elf Village ~

Chapter 74-: Wolf, Kick off

(TL By GUST)

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　The day after I went hunting with the elves.

　Me and Sefie decided to follow the werewolf hunting today, in the order, they initially decided.

　The werewolves hunt not far from the Hidden Village cave, my body, the big trees, and the vast fields.

　It is in the forest at the foot of the sacred mountain Frizzus.

　The point is that it is in the forest that continues from the Valus Taijukai, but it is a place closer to the sacred mountain than the place where the walnuts are hunting, and the strength of the monsters that inhabit it is a little stronger.

"--and? Is Wolf okay alone?"

　In the woods, Sefie and I were walking with Wolf.

　The werewolf group is hunting with about 30 people, but it seems that they decided to hunt in three major groups.

　There are three groups of 10 people each.

　Werewolves basically have less magical power than elves, but they are far superior in physical ability and possession of [life force]. In other words, it was a race suitable for human bullet fighting, and it would be possible if there were 10 monsters around here.

　Well, that's good.

　However, Wolf alone does not belong to any group. Apparently, he intended to act alone. I trust Wolf's ability, but isn't it dangerous to act alone?

　Thinking so, Sefie and I decided to act with Wolf.

　... I'm a little worried that there is only one decent combatant, but in the event of an emergency, both I and Sefie can help Wolf and escape.

　Not only Sefie, the forest god, but I am also a spirit body, but I have "1000" each of [life force] and [magical power]. The spirit body retains the [life force] and [magical power] that were put into it when it was made.

　If you feel like it, you should be able to defeat the monsters around here with magic (probably).

　However, unlike the main body, the spirit body lacks the means to recover [magical power], so it is difficult to fight in a row.

　anyway.

　That's why we followed Wolf, but he said he wouldn't be worried if he would really hunt alone.

　You can rely on it by any chance, but it doesn't matter if you expect it as a force.

　So I asked Wolf, "Is it really okay?"

"-Huh, spirits, don't worry."

　Unusually, Wolf smiled proudly.

　Then show the special product that you hold in your right hand.

"What do you think of this ...?"

　Wolf's hoist was huge.

　It looks big, hard, black and shiny.

　I replied as if I was under pressure.

"Well, it's really ... big ..."

"Isn't it?"

　You can also see Wolf proudly saying.

　It was very big. In terms of overall length, it would already be about the height of Wolf.

　This forest is lined with giant trees, so the distance between the trees is wide and there is no problem in using it, but it is a size that would be difficult to handle in a normal forest.

"I had a hard time growing up to this point."

　Wolf says, staring at it with a lovely look.

　Well, that's Mistilteinn.

　The large sword-shaped Mistilteinn has become about 1.5 times larger than the original, and the whole has changed to a black and hard obsidian-like texture.

　I've been asked by Wolf to check my status from time to time, but the other day I should have finally reached level 39.

　The level limit in the status column should have been 40, so it should evolve if you go up one level.

"Today, I'm not going home until I evolve this guy ..."

"That's right"

　It doesn't answer the question at all, but it doesn't convey Wolf's determination.

　In short, you probably want to hunt alone to make sure Mistilteinn is levelled up. If you hunt in a group, the experience points will be dispersed.

　...... Well, should I be careful so that my motivation doesn't run idle and fall into a pinch?

"Muu ...!"

　For some reason, Sefie was groaning.

"... What's wrong, Sephi?"

　If you look at it, it also had a rare expression on it.

　Somehow, Wolf-no, to be exact, he is staring at Wolf's Mistilteinn with a grudge.

"Sefie had it earlier ..."

　Apparently, I don't like the fact that Wolf's Mistilteinn, which was made later, is growing more than his own Mistilteinn.

　However, Wolf is probably overwhelmingly defeating monsters with Mistilteinn, and it is unavoidable that there will be a difference in growth rate.

"Well, the Sefie guy also has a special [title], and it should evolve super strongly in the future. Let's be patient?"

Persuade Sephi while emphasizing "special" or "super strong".

"……Certainly"

　Sefie was convinced.

"Sefie's Mistortin should be a legendary legend ..."

　I think you have to do something to become a legend, but ... let's keep quiet.

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　Unlike yesterday's Aokigahara Forest, the forest we are currently exploring has a rugged terrain.

　Continuing to walk on steeply sloping terrain is inherently difficult for a little girl like Sefie, but the High Elf's forest behaviour correction seems to be excellent, and Sefie keeps up with Wolf.

　By the way, I'm floating in the air, and I'm not particularly affected by the terrain.

　When it comes to fighting in a place where you can lose your strength just by walking, it is quite difficult.

　However, there are some favourable conditions.

　The area around the sacred mountain is a habitat for dragon species such as Wyvern, but as long as it operates in the woods-exactly under the canopy of trees, the possibility of being attacked by dragon species is considerably reduced.

　This is because it is difficult to find. After all, it is blocked by trees, and it is difficult for a giant dragon species to move in the forest in the first place.

　I'm still not completely relieved because I'll be rushing to secure food, but I'm sure it won't be attacked by hordes like I was travelling in the form of Dracil.

　As you go through such a forest, you will soon encounter a monster.

I managed to recognize the existence with "Magic Sensing", but I might not have noticed it without it. It wasn't so sensible, and as a bonus, it was waiting without making a slight movement.

"Something ... it still looks weak compared to giant beetles and wyverns ... but what about it?"

　It was a monster whose strength was difficult to distinguish from its appearance.

　Because it was only as big as a human adult male.

　Speaking of Makyo, for me who is accustomed to seeing huge monsters, I have never seen a strong one with such a "small" monster.

　However, it lives at the foot of the sacred mountain Frizzus. It won't be weak.

"It's Desmantis. If it's a Wyvern, it's a monster that drops its head and feeds it."

　It was a mantis about the size of an adult man.

　Maybe it's an insect monster, I don't know the facial expression, I don't make a slight movement, and I get an eerie impression. The sickle seems to be huge and sharp, but the limbs are thin. However, it is strange because it does not seem to be weak.

"Cool ... cool ...!"

　Sefie is staring at Desmantis with her eyes shining.

　The elf children often lived in the forest and often played with insect collecting. Like Sefie, he sometimes came to show off by catching beetles, but ... The mantis in the line of sight is not big enough to catch Sefie.

"Don't approach because it's dangerous?"

"I know. I want to collect it, but I'm sorry."

　Perhaps it's impossible to catch Mr Sefie, who is a mantis, and I'm relieved that he doesn't seem to rush towards the mantis.

"Wolf, can you win alone?"

　I thought that Wolf alone would be harsh against a monster that would defeat the Wyvern, but he didn't seem to be afraid.

"No problem. Morigami and the spirits are dangerous, so please look away. With me ..."

　Boon, shake Mistilteinn,

"The success of Wolf Rave"

"……e? Oh, is it the name of Mistilteinn? "

　Wolf too ...

　Before, when I checked the status, I didn't give it such a name, but at what time ...

　Is it because yesterday I jokingly told Wal and his friends that they named Mistilteinn?

　No, but ... my name is more than Wal ...

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　When Wolf with a big sword approaches, Desmantis cannot help but react to the stone.

　With eyes that I still don't know where I'm looking (well, compound eyes), I turn to Wolf.

　The gap between the two is still far away, but Wolf does not seem to be worried at all and moves forward. at the same time--,

"Strength"

　Sledging and muttering, receiving the enhancement of life magic from Mistilteinn.

"Sharp edge"

　The next thing I muttered was a new keyword.

　At first glance, Mistilteinn, which was deformed with a snapping noise, seemed to be slightly larger.

　The change is not huge. If you look closely, you can see that the blade part is thin and sharply spread.

The "mutation" skill created a razor-thin, sharp blade.

　However, this can only be done by Mistilteinn, who has grown up like Wolf, and it was not possible to set keywords in the first place.

　This is because a wooden sword, which is nothing more than a beating weapon, needs a certain degree of hardness to give it cutting power.

　In addition, even though the cutting force was obtained with the "sharp edge", the thin blade part is very brittle. If you slash something, the blade will easily spill, and you will consume [life force] and [magical power] to repair it.

　It's a double-edged sword, but if it's as mature as Wolf's Mistilteinn, it should be able to withstand a decent amount of time.

"..."

And that's not the end.

　Wolf struggled all over his body to strengthen his physical strength, then quickly lifted Mistilteinn and turned his tip to Desmantis.

"Weeken"

　At the moment, Desmantis begins to move, perhaps noticing the weakening magic applied to him.

　The distance between the two is still about 10 steps apart, and the distance is still out. However, the Desmantis attack was carried out without moving from the spot.

　He shook both sickles at an unstoppable speed.

　Naturally, it seemed that the sickle would cut nothing but the void--,

"Wow! ??"

　It was colourless and transparent in appearance.

　But it wasn't completely invisible.

　Perhaps the refractive index of the light is different, it wears a fluctuation that is slightly different from the surrounding air.

　It resembled the magic that elves often use-the blade of the wind. However, not feeling magical power is not magic. So it was probably a fighting attack.

　The blade of the fighting spirit flying from the sickle's sword that was swung flies to Wolf at high speed.

　The myriad slashes that covered the front seemed unavoidable.

"--Luaaaaaaaaaaaaa !!"

　Wolf's response to this is simple.

　Swing down the big sword vigorously from the upper stage toward the ground or a group of slashes flying while tearing through the bark of a large tree.

　From that slash, a colourless and transparent slash also popped out.

　It's just one slash against countless slashes.

　However, whether the total amount of fighting spirit that was trapped was different, or Wolf's skill was excellent, the powerful slashing easily shattered that of Desmantis.

　As a result, countless slashes are scattered and disappear.

"Gaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa !!"

　Wolf sprints, screaming like a beast.

　In the meantime, Desmantis fired a series of flying slashes, but this time they were not offset by similar flying slashes.

　Wolf responds to the slashes that are approaching one after another by wielding a large sword as it is.

　With an insubstantial sword and a big sword blow, it seems that it was easy to crush the fighting spirit without having to put it in the sword.

　Wolf, who wields his sword while shortening the gap, quickly arrives in front of Desmantis.

　And a flash.

　The flash of Kasaya from the upper right to the lower left was a brilliant blow as if it had turned down to the atmosphere.

　But Desmantis didn't just accept the slash. He probably lifted his right sickle to prevent a blow of his big sword.

　The sickle falls suddenly after a beat.

　Looking at it, the sickle was cut above the middle.

　What Desmantis thought and what he thought could not be read from his inorganic face.

　However, Wolf was certainly considered a dangerous opponent.

　The wings spread out.

　At the next moment, Desmantis flies by shaking the spread wings.

　In a forest lined with giant trees, if it is the size of a human being, it will not be a pain to fly. That much space is open.

　Desmantis showed unexpected quickness and jumped high.

　The direction of travel is the opposite of Wolf.

　It's unclear if he tried to keep a distance or escape. Did he decide that he turned his back on Wolf and did not have the ability to chase himself as he flew in the air?

　But that was a mistake.

"--Kah !!"

　A flash as if swinging up the sword that was swinging down.

　The blade of the fighting spirit flies from the drawn slashing line.

　It easily caught up with Desmantis, who turned his back.

　Both cuts.

　Desmantis, who split into two in the air, fell to the ground in a parabolic manner.

"I'm pretty good at it ..."

　Sefie muttered with a look like a master watching over the growth of his disciples.

"Was Wolf so strong ...?"

　I feel like I wasn't that strong before.

　At least, he wouldn't have the ability to unilaterally defeat even the Wyvern-like monsters.

　Thinking about what made me so strong ... I think of it as a matter of course.

　In the first place, the fact that Mistilteinn has grown to just before evolution means that Wolf himself who uses it has gained the same or better experience and is growing.

　In other words, Wolf's own level may have risen.

"It seems that the level hasn't risen yet with just one animal."

　Wolf, who has recovered the magic stone from the corpse of Desmantis, says nothing.

"Now, let's hunt more and more monsters."

"Oh, oh ... that's right."

　Wolf took the lead and began wandering the forest in search of his next prey.

TL Note-: Do shower this chapter with your valuable comments.

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