21 adventurers walked the chilly tundra of the Northern Lands.
A thin layer of snow powdered the trails.
The leaves fell from the trees, and the branches were whitening from the chilly air.
Soon, the long winter will come.
[Quagmire, Can you scout ahead?]
Following the order of Soldat, Quagmire used the appropriate magic.
He brought forth a pillar of earth and snow that he stood atop as it rose high up into the air, granting him a great vision for quite some distance.
Quagmire then conveys what he sees. The target is a large Red Dragon.
One that is not difficult to be missed with continual reconnaissance.
What's this?
Quagmire also spied something else.
[Raster Grizzly at 2 o'clock. Seems like a bunch of them. They are kicking the hell up out of the snow!]
[How many are there!?]
[8...no wait, 10 of them moving this way. I wonder if they noticed us. Approaching from dead ahead! And fast!]
These monsters were not the target though.
For the so few members of the group gathered, there isn't really enough spare energy to go wasting on small fry monsters like this.
However, when evil comes, one must defend.
[Everyone, spread out! Quagmire, hurry down, we're going to need you for support!]
[Understood!]
Soldat gave the order, and four parties deployed their members.
The plan was to flank the enemy and herd them towards Quagmire's ambush.
[Quagmire!]
[I'm on it!]
On Soldat's order, Quagmire moved.
He was called "Quagmire" for the skill he had using Earth Magic.
He had an amazing skill that instantly creates mires of mud, bogging down enemies.
Landing him with the nickname of [Quagmire.]
A herd of ten Raster Grizzly were funneled towards him, and all fell victim almost instantly to the highly adhesive mud of which they found themselves quite stuck in.
"Now!"
The members of the raid group who suddenly sprang out from the surrounding areas quickly surrounded the monsters, charging in and ruthlessly dispatching each and every one.
No mercy.
Any mercy shown now could mean death the next time; such a thing was common sense to an adventurer.
And in short order, the Raster Grizzly threat was eliminated.
However, after dealing with these enemies, someone noticed IT.
[Hey! It's the Red Dragon! It's coming!]
[Ah, these Grizzly must have been running away from it!]
The Rogue.
Red Dragon.
The strongest monster that exists on the Central Continent.
And his prey was the group of Raster Grizzly we defeated.
[Quagmire! Why's this guy here?]
[It must have been hiding in the wake of the snow powder that was being kicked up by the Grizzly. I didn't see it anywhere before!]
In regards to dealing with the sudden arrival of the Red Dragon, the adventurers pretty much lost their wits about them.
Originally the plan was to prepare an ambush from farther away, then launch a surprise attack on it.
And now, not only was there no preparation, but the dragon was launching a surprise attack on the raid group instead.
There was practically no chance of winning this fight.
21 adventurers walked the chilly tundra of the Northern Lands.
A thin layer of snow powdered the trails.
The leaves fell from the trees, and the branches were whitening from the chilly air.
Soon, the long winter will come.
[Quagmire, Can you scout ahead?]
Following the order of Soldat, Quagmire used the appropriate magic.
He brought forth a pillar of earth and snow that he stood atop as it rose high up into the air, granting him a great vision for quite some distance.
Quagmire then conveys what he sees. The target is a large Red Dragon.
One that is not difficult to be missed with continual reconnaissance.
What's this?
Quagmire also spied something else.
[Raster Grizzly at 2 o'clock. Seems like a bunch of them. They are kicking the hell up out of the snow!]
[How many are there!?]
[8...no wait, 10 of them moving this way. I wonder if they noticed us. Approaching from dead ahead! And fast!]
These monsters were not the target though.
For the so few members of the group gathered, there isn't really enough spare energy to go wasting on small fry monsters like this.
However, when evil comes, one must defend.
[Everyone, spread out! Quagmire, hurry down, we're going to need you for support!]
[Understood!]
Soldat gave the order, and four parties deployed their members.
The plan was to flank the enemy and herd them towards Quagmire's ambush.
[Quagmire!]
[I'm on it!]
On Soldat's order, Quagmire moved.
He was called "Quagmire" for the skill he had using Earth Magic.
He had an amazing skill that instantly creates mires of mud, bogging down enemies.
Landing him with the nickname of [Quagmire.]
A herd of ten Raster Grizzly were funneled towards him, and all fell victim almost instantly to the highly adhesive mud of which they found themselves quite stuck in.
"Now!"
The members of the raid group who suddenly sprang out from the surrounding areas quickly surrounded the monsters, charging in and ruthlessly dispatching each and every one.
No mercy.
Any mercy shown now could mean death the next time; such a thing was common sense to an adventurer.
And in short order, the Raster Grizzly threat was eliminated.
However, after dealing with these enemies, someone noticed IT.
[Hey! It's the Red Dragon! It's coming!]
[Ah, these Grizzly must have been running away from it!]
The Rogue.
Red Dragon.
The strongest monster that exists on the Central Continent.
And his prey was the group of Raster Grizzly we defeated.
[Quagmire! Why's this guy here?]
[It must have been hiding in the wake of the snow powder that was being kicked up by the Grizzly. I didn't see it anywhere before!]
In regards to dealing with the sudden arrival of the Red Dragon, the adventurers pretty much lost their wits about them.
Originally the plan was to prepare an ambush from farther away, then launch a surprise attack on it.
And now, not only was there no preparation, but the dragon was launching a surprise attack on the raid group instead.
There was practically no chance of winning this fight.
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