534 532 Modki

"So, someone... Huh? There's so much!"

Apparently, he didn't know about the exam, and I'm surprised there are tons of adventurers out there.

"What happened?

"Ah, Gilmouth! Oh, my God, there's moddle again!

"Not again! How many?"

"Four! I'm coming this way!

"Shit! Hey, exams are interrupted! Urgent request! Get rid of the Modkies before the convoy arrives!

"Whoa!"

Modki? Are you a monster?

"Hey, what's a moddle?

"Whoa, Fran didn't know. It's a troublesome warcraft that's been growing in this lake lately."

Listen to Grandpa Gale as he heads to the deck.

"Originally, there was a monster in this lake called Vivian Guardian, you know?

"I don't. Inherent species?"

"Oh, the rare monsters that are only in this lake all over the world"

But he said that the monster had rarely been hunted. First of all, it's very warm. You don't get out of the territory, you never come in contact from the other side unless you cross there.

"Besides, if we get into the territory, we'll just have to show up with a few first and block our path. Still, ignoring it would attack me..."

Still, he says he won't be killed. They're just powerless and thrown out to nearby land.

Just because that's not why you can hunt unilaterally. Adding an attack of some intensity transforms it into a form of attack, plus all the hundreds of Guardians around.

"When it comes to attack form, it won't stop until we get rid of humans from the perimeter. In addition to the idiots who attacked, unrelated fishing boats, adventurers, etc. may also be involved and die."

"Are you strong?

"The threat is E. The threat is estimated low due to the fact that they are not attacking from the other side. Also, there are few battle records. I can't figure out the exact strength. Still, as long as Non saw the form of attack when he was younger, the threat in the herd would be at least B less."

Isn't that a messy monster? But they wouldn't have talked about that in a guild, would they?

Hit that question, they say their habitat is off-limits and not a place to come in and say goodbye. If we get close, the watchman will drive us back. Instead, they say that spreading information on rare and rare warcraft may cause poachers to appear for it, so even the guild is not actively hustling.

"So, what's a modoki?

"Oh, Modoki is a new species of monster considered an anomalous species of Vivian Guardian."

"Abnormal species? Those guys, can we take them down?

Earlier urgent request, it should have been about crusading. Wouldn't it suck if I attacked you?

"That's it, even if you attack the Modkies, the other Vivin 'Guardians attack you."

"Why?"

"I don't know. I want you to tell me."

I hear the research hasn't progressed yet.

"Unlike the original Vivian Guardian, it's full of things you don't understand. Why come out of the territory? Why persevere in targeting the commercial fleet"

"Commercial fleet being targeted?

"Thank you, but it seems to be at that stage. I only think that the spot we are witnessed is close to the commercial fleet every time, and that the path is aimed at the fleet. Regardless, the commercial fleet also has a lot of watchmen and surveillance magic props, so sometimes it will be easy to discover... And I'm pretty sure the ratio is high."

Isn't that pretty unsavory? It would not be an exaggeration to say that this fleet supports life around this lake, and if the fleet is devastated, seriously, the surrounding towns and villages will perish.

"Gilmouth! Over there!

"That was four, wasn't it?

"Oh, a rookie in sight found it!

As soon as I went out to the deck, I was able to find out what Modki looked like.

He swims toward the fleet as he puts about half his body out onto the surface of the lake.

What does it look like, a squid wearing a shell about five meters? Octopus? He looked like about 10 octopus-like tentacles out of a pointy sawfly-like shell. Looks like he's swimming using his tentacles with the tip of his shell pointed this way.

The overall colour is black and red striped, with a very toxic colour mixed with red purple everywhere.

"Is that Modoki?

"Ooh."

Race Name: Vivian Guardian: Demon Fairy: Warcraft LV30

Status: anomaly

HP: 561 MP: 301

Arm Strength: 301 Health: 441 Agility: 210 Intelligence: 298 Magic: 459 Dexterity: 121

Skills

Signal Detection: Lv4, Fast Playback: Lv3, Playback: LvMax, Condition Abnormal Resistance: Lv5, Tentacles: Lv7, Tentacle Stretch: Lv5, Water Bullet: Lv6, Underwater Behavior: Lv8, Life Sensing: Lv4, Water Flow Operation: Lv5, Magic Sensing: Lv4, Hydromagic: Lv5, Swimming: Lv4, Collaboration: Lv8, Sharp Smell, Sharp Hearing, Crust Enhancement, Runaway Behavior, Magic Manipulation

"Well, we should call it an anomalous species of Vivian Guardian. It's so long, they call it moddle."

"Besides, it's changed a lot from what it was."

Grandma Jill, who has caught up with me, is also blurry to see what it looks like. The original Vivian Guardian seems to look pure white. Moreover, they say the tentacle part is translucent as if it were made of water, making them feel strange and mysterious.

"Hey, are you sure you want to knock me down?

"Oh, no problem."

"Okay."

"I can't even take the material anyway! You're coming all the way!

"Can't take the material?

"Oh, Vivian Guardian, when you knock him down, he melts like water and disappears! I can't even take the demon stone! There's Modoki with you."

I see, even if we do explore magic, there are no demon stones anywhere. It was a strange warcraft.

I know this type of warcraft. Those are the undead who defeated them on the islands of the sky. And then there are the impromptu undead created by Jean in witchcraft, too, without demonic stones.

But these guys aren't undead, are they? Is it also the art of producing warcraft from nothing?

(Master, how's it going?

'There really doesn't seem to be a demon stone. You can knock it down without worrying about the material or anything. Just because it's near the fleet, it's forbidden to do very flashy tricks'

"Mmm! Ursi!

"On!"

All of a sudden, Fran jumped out on its back with the adventurers on their asses surprised by Ursi, who grew up to be as big as a dog.

"Go."

"On!"