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An army of goblins shows themselves from the northeast direction of Somerkand, as the crows say.

"It's about five hundred."

Looking down at the goblins and others from the view, Rütier shrugged clerically.

I can't feel anything like fear of the enemy from him. It even looks rather exalted.

Frederick, who similarly watches the situation quietly from his sights, offers an elegant thank you to Rütier.

"But you will be amazed at how far Lord Maluburg's wisdom eye looks."

Lütier laughs at the gahaha to relieve the tension.

"Thank you for the compliment. How far do my lord's eyes look?"

I think of the face of a blonde boy who's not here, and Frederick's mouth clings loose.

Before standing Samarkand, Maluburg had consulted with Fujichima and had changed the setting of the outer circumference.

Assuming there are unforeseen events such as raids and natural disasters, all residents of the city are able to enter the peripheral roads.

Fortunately, both the Principality and the Beastman were able to do so because of the registration of residents passing the gate.

For Fujichima, it was just an easy job to move the access members at the gate straight to the outer perimeter.

That's what I'm trying to do right now.

"We will begin the situation in no time. Regards, Titania, Muscle Bu"

Titania, who was looking out with momentum as she stepped out of the window of sight, set her posture right and lowered her head to Frederick with a peck.

Speaking of muscle, he stuck his hand in a bag unfamiliar to the Principality and sliced it thinly to remove a few fried potatoes.

Let one bite into the crow's mouth tucked into his shoulder, and he shaves everything else into his mouth.

"Okay, I guess."

"I don't know about this guy. I don't think we're gonna do this again."

The crow is in a bad mood. I want fried potatoes. I like it.

This morning he opened the cupboard by the kitchen on his own and discovered this bag.

So he had the muscle cut the seal to this day.

The muscle moves downstairs with the crow on.

Titania also began to move to follow.

The two are to serve as messengers, and Titania, who understands the language of the Beast Man, is to run around between the Beast Man and the Principality.

The muscle is one of the beastman's commanding officers, but it is the bureau that works with Titania.

"Bu, nice to meet you today"

When Titania speaks to the muscle from behind as she descends the stairs, the crow turns only his neck back in his place.

He said, "I'll take care of it."

"Mr. Crow is not involved."

"Hmm? What?

"It was before the battle, but it was always the same."

"Kuah. Is that so? I can fly."

The crow seemed delightful after the scratch.

Titania gets caught up in it and makes a small noise.

"Yeah. It's only during the battle that I smile brightly. Right, yeah."

Titania waves her hands patterned and lastly hands on her cheeks and squeals "Oi Oi".

It's clever, and she does this trick as she goes down the stairs.

"Isn't it in the fortress that the mortal knitted (by magic) in the first place..."

It has not reached Titania's ear for the crow to whine bossy.

The muscle that was in his ear was all nerves going to those who had lost the contents of the bag, so I didn't ask him the same thing.

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Biscilli and the Beasts line up with shooting weapons in a path stretching from the Northwest Principality side gate to the west corner.

Their specialties ranged from slings ejecting pebbles with centrifugal force, pussies ejecting tip sharp pebbles with string and branch tension, small bows and long bows.

Similar to weapons, races vary, with the highest number of cobolts and the lowest number of razor heads.

"Not yet, wait"

Lütier, who moved from the view, was flying a large flag over the marble pillars on the left side that made up the gate.

The colour of the flag is red and no design is elaborated.

This was held by the Principality as an instruction to the soldiers, who, taking command on the front line, received this flag from the Principality.

Lütier stares at the imminent army of goblins and squeals his throat.

Low, intimidating sound.

Meanwhile, it was the principality soldiers lining up south from the northwest corner.

They align straight within the path of the foundation at equal distances and quietly await instructions.

It is Frederick who leads this.

He stands at the center of the soldier's line, glancing at two men who serve as squad captains.

To his silent manoeuvres the two soldiers returned salutes and began to run.

The destination they aim at is both tips of the row.

The soldier also holds the same shape of flag as Lütier, and crumbles and observes the movements of the goblins while holding the pattern with both hands.

The opposing goblins were marching solidly and neatly.

The number is approximately five hundred.

Most of them were normal goblins, but some of them are mixed with the big hobgoblins.

Some goblins were bigger and more muscular than hobgoblins. This is a superior species said to be a goblin captain and requires two stages of evolution from normal goblins.

One of the most eye-catching of these would be the two lighter red and blue skins of what is a similar physique to a goblin captain.

This goblin had twisted horns like unicorns growing out of its head. Even so, the corner length is about half the length of the head......

They are talented goblins who have undergone three stages of evolution, and the race names are Red Horn Goblins, Blue Horn Goblins or, say, Red Ghosts, Blue Ghosts.

Their legions, led by evolutionary species, were of a different nature than the goblins known to the Principality.

But Samarkand no longer has surprisers and such.

Those in Samarkand who had been raided by goblins in the past knew that goblins had degenerated and become stronger.

But the principality has experience fighting demons and beasts against dragon men.

And most importantly, we now have the experience of fighting each other, with our shoulders together and our bows together.

There is no way to be frightened by about five hundred combat groups.

The soldiers gathered here are only three hundred, combined with the principality and the beast man.

Samarkand, where the soldiers originally gathered and formed, could have lined up more soldiers if they tried to prepare.

At first glance, however, this number is sufficient to line the inner walls formed of invisible walls that are merely foundations but are only robust.

Besides, Samarkand's grounds are huge and we can't just be wary of goblins.

There is also the life of the inhabitants. Also about farms and ranches that are starting to get on track because of this.

- In front of the Northwest Principality side gate.

"Wait until just before the goblin hits the wall. I know it's not the usual sense of distance. Lord Fujima's walls will never be torn!

The goblins have packed the distance to a position they can aim at with a bow, but Rhutier still does not order them to shoot.

He's going to order you to release the bow at a definite close range inside.

Not yet.

Almost there.

"Shoot!"

Raise your voice and scream and wave your flag high.

The goblins had just been bounced against a wall where they couldn't see the front row and fell and lay down backwards.

Goblins in the back row are also bewildered by unexpected front-row movements.

There the pebbles and arrows danced in unison.

Goblins screaming and falling down.

The intact and the slightly wounded were also in a state of panic.

Similar to this, I can hear the goblins' fury and screaming mixed voices from the west.

"Lord Frederick has begun."

Lütier, holding the flag by his side, flickered off the pillar.

I just jumped off the high ground, but I can see enough movements specific to supple feline animals.

"Isn't it easier to see the whole thing in high places?

"I told you to stay back more..."

Aisha, who did not keep Lütier's words and put his face on the front line, put his rabbit ear on his head with petans as the bat looked bad.

"Ku Shi and the others are cheerful."

"Okay, but this time, I don't need you to go out to Coo Sea."

"Rütier, where do you look? Are you concerned about the Duchy soldiers?"

"No, they're trained more than we are. There's nothing to say."

Not knowing what Rütier was trying to say, Aisha leans her neck strangely.

"I'm sure Lord Frederick will think the same of me."

Rütier put his thoughts to the other commander, whom he could not see from here.