Seeing Elfin being hit by the archangel summoned by the priest, Winkworth's eyes showed a cruel look.
Because Elfin was originally a native of this world, her relationship with him was somewhat distant from the plant-born goblin that Cronpith personally summoned and created using her skills.
Cirno and the big goblin also ignored Elfin, but Winkaworth, who was a level away from them, although his personality was far different from the relatively quiet Elfin, due to the level gap
We are close enough to form a team together, and she has already regarded Alfin as a friend.
When a friend is hit by an enemy's sword, even if he is not injured at all, his anger will rise, and asking questions about whether he should be captured alive is placed next to him.
"Unreasonable." Winkworth muttered and quickly drew the giant bow.
Be it humans or demi-humans, in Winkworth's impression, as long as they encounter them, the other party will attack without any reason. If a fight does not happen immediately, the reason must be that they have discovered the difference in strength and dare not attack.
Why is this happening? There is no such information in Winkworth's information.
Well, the demi-humans are a little easier to understand. They used their corpses to become undead in the first place, right?
But so what? Don’t you demi-humans sometimes eat each other? And when necessary, there is still the possibility of cooperation even after fighting to the death.
Since such a relationship already exists, what if we use your corpses to do experiments on the undead? Anyway, it is something you yourself have no time to deal with, and if you leave it alone, it will rot and it will be a waste.
It is true that we killed some of them, but there were only a few heroes that Cirno took the initiative to provoke and kill. Most of them were you who came to seek your own death, right?
The goblins don't know how important the status of heroes is among demihumans - they are all beings that can be easily dealt with anyway. In addition, they don't understand the relationship between the undead and the living, so they really become unwilling to die.
So what's going on here with humans?
Before the priest could feel the joy of having hit Elfin, he was robbed of consciousness by the face of Winkworth, who turned fierce for a moment, and the arrows that followed.
At the last moment, he remembered everything that started the tragedy, like a revolving lantern——
"Thank God for still allowing us humans to survive today and giving us precious food."
"thank God."
Before meal time, the bishop bowed deeply in front of the statue and prayed, and the priests and I also sang in unison.
That day was supposed to be a peaceful day like any other, that's how it should be.
Although the war between humans and elves has made many people worried, the lives of ordinary people have not been affected. The only thing that can make people feel the atmosphere of war is that the guards originally stationed in this town have also been transferred. Only the church's
Several monk soldiers.
It was supposed to be a guard to guard against demi-humans in the hilly areas. However, there is news that what happened to the demi-humans recently has prevented them from launching attacks on humans, and some demi-human villages that are closer to the border do seem to be empty. They should
You can feel at ease.
My nephew was also a soldier and left with the transferred guards.
To be honest, according to the teachings, my nephew went to participate in the war against the elves who rebelled against the alliance against mankind. As a distant relative, it is worthy of honor, but I am not happy.
Elves are not much stronger than humans, but if we add the home field, humans will surely suffer greater losses than elves. Even a person like me who doesn’t know anything about military affairs can see that. What he thinks about him is, of course, compared to dying in glorious battle.
You would rather live a good life, right?
Human beings are a very fragile race, and they cannot become as strong as other races or have excellent natural special abilities by relying only on faith. However, human beings have wisdom and technology, which are all thanks to the glory of the six gods.
Humans can also become powerful if they are talented. Like me, I should be able to join the Six-Color Holy Code Army based only on my magic ability. But that kind of secret army often needs to execute dangerous people. I am still more afraid of death. As a
Ordinary priests, at least, are more comfortable and can live more peacefully in their hometown.
Just yesterday, the bad news came.
The troops stationed on the front line suffered heavy casualties. Unfortunately, the guardsmen sent out from here were also wiped out. Of course, my nephew also died. He died in a rain of light bathing in the huge explosion caused by the military camp.
Not even the complete body could be found.
Until this morning, I was too busy just to solve the problem of supporting family members, including my brother and sister-in-law. They were crying and crying. Although they said that it was good for their children to sacrifice for the jihad for mankind, how did they actually feel?
Everyone knows it, but we can't say it here because it would be a bit ironic to the six gods who bring hope to mankind.
They died just like that, dead like the humblest creatures, dead worthless in front of the enemy, and not even their bodies could be found.
Can this kind of thing be allowed?
No, never allowed.
Why do elves do such outrageous things?
Shouldn't elves and humans be friends? Didn't they help each other survive the Demon War?
But the day had to go on. After praying and preparing to eat, someone stumbled in from outside and shouted to the bishop: "Asian people...there are so many Asian people! They are coming!"
"What Asian?" the bishop asked calmly.
After all, it wouldn’t be surprising even if demi-humans sneaked across the slightly more heavily defended border and attacked the rear. Sometimes, there were even a dozen goblins and a few ogres attacking passers-by on the road, but it was not enough to do so.
Fear, the remaining combat power here is also very sufficient.
"There are everything... there are hundreds or thousands of them. We are almost here. My hometown is... gone. Run!" The man's voice was broken. It seemed that it was not just because he was out of breath.
"What?"
"How can it be!"
"Then...where are you from?" someone asked.
It’s no wonder everyone reacts this way. How is this possible?
"They were...eating...in my...I left everyone...wuwuwu...before I escaped and brought the news! Damn demi-humans...Anyway, I...don't want to make more people..."
Too many people died like that!"
Most of the priests and other clergy present were in chaos, but the bishop quickly stabilized the situation and distributed tasks.
The demi-humans arrived faster than expected. According to the knowledge we learned, they should finish eating at one place before going to the next place. But these demi-humans seemed to be in a hurry to get as much food as possible before our team arrived.
Back to the hills, their physical strength can carry a lot of things.