The First Phase (6)

On the ground, the bear tribe stomped off toward the enemies. The second-in-command bear with reddish-browned fur started to shout as soon as they were springing across the ground with their bat.

“Attack the enemy. Never let them escape!!!!”

Boom! Boom!

The massive feet and heavy bodies of the bears curved the land, creating a sort of signature. The ground left the evidence that the bears were here fighting every inch of their lives.

Oldie who was protecting Conan who was just standing while slurping the lollipop inside his mouth looked ahead, grinding his teeth.

“Commence defensive formation!”

All the pawns got into the defensive formation, which was the strongest at the front.

“Hey!” Conan called him.

Oldie looked below him, where Conan had already stood like a butler serving the master. It was his natural posture - most of it because of work hazards. His professionalism overthrew everything.

“You can run wild.”

Oldie was quite unsure about that standard. His ears twitched a few t