Cowley Raised the Flag

'Stupid things.'

Balaam spit out such disgust inwardly as he watched the situation.

No matter how ignorant Balaam was, he was also a leader of the army, and he did not know that the situation was not so good.

Right now the Dark Elves were keeping the Elves in check, but the problem was the crazy wizard bitch flying in the air and the Elf Queen using the spirits.

The warrior did not even appear there, and the enemy even had a lightsaber.

Of course, it was because of Balaam and himself that they all gathered in one place, but the demons originally did not admit their mistakes.

'In the end, this body has to step in!'

But even so, Balaam was confident.

He was Balaam, who prided himself on being the strongest military force by himself, except for Baal.

Whether it was a hero or a lightsaber, he thought he would not be an opponent to Balaam himself.

"Get out of the way, you assholes!"

Balram took his favorite weapon his, the great axe, and threw his body straight into the battlefield.

His heavy body his fell from the air and crushed the pitiful monsters, but he did n't pay the slightest attention to it.

After all, monsters were beings that could be gathered as much as they could by wandering around the continent, and it was Balaam who did not consider beings that were not helpful to him as allies.

Balaam looked at the Dark Elves who were engaged in close combat with the Elves nearby.

Even just by looking at it, the Dark Elves had the upper hand, and it seemed like they would be able to subdue the Elves with little time.

However, Balram raised the ax and blew away the elf and the dark elf at the same time.

Haha. All the weaklings of the bugs die!"

Balaam let out a rather pleasant laugh and shouted that.

From the perspective of the Dark Elves, who were diligently keeping the Elves in check, it sounded like bloody tears, but they had already started fighting and couldn't get out of their bodies easily.

'Cowly!'

The head of the Dark Elves was also clearly witnessing Balaam's madness, and he had no choice but to trust the Cowley, who had moved to strike the rear of the enemy.

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"Such a monster…"

Cowley looked at the lightsaber and made a puzzled expression.

Each of the subordinates he brought with him was one of the best in the clan.

However, the lightsaber was dealing with them as easily as he was dealing with children, and he was taking care of the circumstances.

Of course, if you ask why the battle with flying limbs and bloody blood was so bad, I won't be able to say anything, but at least there have been no prisoners who have lost their lives to the sword of the lightsaber.

"Ha, this is hard. At this age, you have to watch your grandchildren play tricks at home."

The lightsaber grinned and let out a pained sound, but no one thought his words were real.

Perhaps his gray hair was just a fashion statement, and his lightsaber movement was as fast as that of the tiger beastman, who was said to be the most agile.

Not only that, but his strength was enough to play with bear beasts, and his meanness was also enough to reverse the cowardly surprise of wolf beastmen.

"Now, don't just kill the subordinates, do you think our captain will fight with me once more? Yes?"

The lightsaber held the sword stained with the blood of beastmen like a staff and said so to Cowley.

Cowley gritted his teeth at the sight of such a lightsaber.

He knew he was dead and even if he woke up, he would not be able to defeat the lightsaber, but he insisted that his pride his as the head of the werewolves should not recede.

"Cowley, stop giving up!"

"… Shut up, Dalshinyang."

Cowley shouted at Dalsignian who was holding him back.

It was a bitch that I didn't like from the beginning, and it was a bitch that made me hate it even more when I saw that it shrewdly attached to the human side.

She felt disgusted with the cowling darcy kitty to the point that even being labeled a prisoner made her curse out her, but she had to admit that her judgment her was better than her own her.

'It wasn't like we beasts were being chased for no reason.'

Cowley ran her sweat through her wet hair, recalling the plight of her prisoners.

They were beastmen with stronger physical abilities than humans and their own sense of battle, but as a species, they were among the weakest beings on the continent.

In the first place, humans were no match for the number of individuals, and to fight elves, they had no choice but to be pushed back in their magical abilities, and dwarves had advanced skills that beastmen could not even dream of.

In addition, the beasts did not have good cohesiveness like other species.

In the first place, the types of beastmen themselves were diverse, such as bears, tigers, wolves, foxes, and rabbits.

There is the concept of being the same beast, but each individual has a different disposition, and there are also species that do not get along well, so there was no way to unite well.

In the end, beastmen were one of the weaker beings than any other being on the continent, and if they joined the Demon King's Army, there might have been no possibility of anything changing in the first place.

It would have been a much better option to stick to the human side and build even a small ball, but the beastmen didn't think of that at the time.

'Is it fortunate that Dalsignian and the hero made a connection?'

Cowley suddenly had an idea.

Judging from Darcynyang's reaction, she must have had some kind of close relationship with the hero.

Of course, considering the tendency of humans, at best they would have obtained the position of a concubine, but at that level, they wondered if they would be able to keep the children of the beast tribe safe.

"Moonlight. I have some request."

"… What?"

"Please take care of the inmate children. And I want you to embrace as many prisoners as you can."

"What are you talking about all of a sudden?"

Dalsignan looked at Cowley with a puzzled expression.

It was unbelievable for Dalsignian that he asked himself a favor.

"I take the karma. Lightsaber, let's put an end to it!"

"Crazy!"

Looking at Cowley, who suddenly had blood in his eyes His, Dalsignian spat out abusive words in an urgent voice.

The red-hot eyes meant that the cowl would go berserk on its own, a technique unique to the werewolves that in most cases ended with the death of the cowl.

"Under. I thought you were a coward, but you're a guy with quite the spirit!"

In addition, the lightsaber was arguing against Cowley, who was warming her body with a clattering sound.

The whole situation only made Dalsignan feel embarrassed.

Cowley died?

No, in fact, as much as Cowley hated Dalsignan, she hated Cowley as well.

There was nothing particularly sad about the death of Cowley's son, but what was absurd was that he was leaving the prisoners' comfort to himself and leaving safely.

'Wherever you are to run away, I'm there.'

I don't know what misunderstanding Cowley was doing, but he wasn't afraid to take on the beasts himself.

If he was friendly with the hero, he would ask for a favor, but he was just a pet.

No, even that was just an excuse for the elves, and even before that, the hero had shown an attitude that he had no interest in running away.

"Awww!!"

Cowley let out a characteristic wolf howl and started charging at the lightsaber.

Some werewolf beasts started to attack the lightsaber after Cowley, and they also used berserk fire.

Several werewolves ignored death and started extending their sharp claws toward the lightsaber.

"Feel so good."

The lightsaber put on a chuimsae like that, and moved his body his to avoid the wolves' attack.

Every time the sword of the lightsaber danced, blood gushed out of the wolves' bodies, but the resilience of the wolves' bodies that were berserk was in the abnormal category.

The leather, which had been split in half, began to boil and cling to itself.

The lightsaber also had an expression of embarrassment at such crazy resilience, but in fact, it was neither recovery nor anything.

It was just to heal the wounds that would heal over time, and thanks to that, the werewolves' wounded parts were aging intact.

"Die, old man."

One of the werewolves bit the lightsaber's ankle and sagged.

And I was about to stick my nails into the neck of the cowl and the lightsaber that had been aligned with him.

However, the lightsaber kicked off the head of the wolf that had bitten his ankle his, and at the same time, as the name suggests, began to spray light with the sword.

The light pouring from the sword cut through Cowley's arm his, and Cowley, who lost one of his arms his in an instant, hurriedly retreated.

Several other prisoners were standing up to help Cowley.

The tigers and bears were also warlike warriors, and just watching was not to their liking.

"Don't step out. This is the work of wolves. You must save your life with the help of Dalshinyang. This is the last command."

In fact, as long as he had finished following the demon king's army, it was as if he had no authority to command Cowley.

Even so, Cowley shouted at the warriors of other tribes, and the bears and tigers stopped moving at Cowley's words his.

Because they're scared?

No, because they too knew that by interfering with Cowley's final fight, they would be tainting his will.

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