Dungeon+Harem+Master

One great king existed in the western meadows.

His first name is Cliad Kang.

He was a hero who united the many long-eared clans in the meadows.

Step elves are nomadic peoples.

Unlike regular elves, they did not settle and preferred mainly livestock.

By the season he moved through the Great Plains of Gigantuki to earn a living, and once the crisis of the clan loomed, by the way, he came together and fought as one. They often made contact with horses from a considerate point of view.

Excellent at riding and manipulating horses by their hands and feet, they have been an indescribable marvel to the Romless kingdom for a long time, but sending the Romless princess to the Great King Klyad Kang kept the peace for almost twenty years.

"The barbarians broke the border? It's true."

Oraire de Barthelmy, the castle general of the fortified city of Silver Villago and the real brother of Uncle Andrew, shook his head at the blanket again as he listened on the sleeping table to the report of his upcoming appointment.

Oreil is a magnificent man who will be forty-four this year, but he was an all-food man with no part to take away and see, except that he is the Lord's real brother.

"I didn't know you'd let that crap sag the rest of your sleep."

When O'Rail shook his little fat body, he pressed his face against the thin chest of his twelve-year-old concubine, who he got last month, and closed his eyes to covet his inebriation again.

"But, my lord. This is a fairly credible report......!

O'Rail became fierce without hiding his discomfort when his recent relationship abrupted his voice.

"Oh, you don't have to say anything like that. Tell Jim. To the gym."

"But..."

A hand was reached to softly control the shoulder of the brooch who was about to embark on the journey.

It was Jim Bessema, Orrail's deputy general, who was the fifty tangled men with blonde blue eyes.

"Talk to me, I'll listen. Don't bother your Excellency any more."

Upon returning to the Great Hall with the brochure, he heard the report again.

Oreil does not attend the morning meeting, which is the norm. The neighbors in the line, and the wind that often cared about them, were no longer there.

Only the chair of the castle general remained vacant as usual, and the meeting began as per the model.

Deputy General Jim summed up the report of the hurry in his head, removing his skinny glasses and rubbing his stiff eyebrows hard with his fingertips.

"The Step Elves are coming at us in big numbers."

I could understand how the recent history had changed the blood phase and tried to pass on the report.

Anything is that nearly half a million legions are approaching the city across the border with sightings.

In reality, Silver Villago was an unlikely crisis that had never begun.

"It's hard to understand. It's a suspicious ear report, even if it's not your Excellency."

"Ha, what is 500,000?"

"Weren't you even dreaming"

"I hear the discipline of the fort's soldiers is also quite loose. We might need to tighten it up here."

"Oh, scary scary scary. This castle won't last half a month if so many soldiers attack it."

"Odd, you saw it in the mirage too"

"Damn, you're making a scene."

When the generals and ministers talked about what they wanted to say to each other, they couldn't get it cleaned up.

I would have been tired of the meetings that take place in routine work.

The half-hearted crisis was only a good drowsiness for them.

As Jim sighed openly, his close-up reinforced his voice in dissatisfaction.

"General. But if it's true, this is a crisis of Silver Villago destruction!

"If it's true, then so be it. Well, I wonder what's going on."

Jim Bessema, while perplexed, sent scouts to the scene to make sure they were cope therapeutically authentic. Such reports of misperceptions have been countless so far. Usually, I stopped at my place, but only today, when I happened to be out of my seat, the immediate vicinity in front of me rushed to pour on the general.

Jim was a martial arts officer because of his title, but his specialty was limited to administration only. The title is not so high is the birth of a nobleman. In the first province of kinship, it is unlikely that human beings who are not a clan of lords will be heavily used first. Having captured his current position only in terms of ability, Jim was more reluctant than necessary to undermine the mood of his lord's brother, Oreil.

"General Jim. Hey, you'll be a bandit again anyway. Please leave your soldiers with me. I'll clean it up before lunch."

Douglas, a minister, smiles invincibly, letting him fist the sword of his hips. When Jim asked for his opinion as it stood, he got the same agreement.

"Then give Douglas two thousand soldiers as deputy generals. As soon as the scouts return to confirm the veracity of the matter, they will strike the bandits brilliantly."

Douglas leads the infantry out of the castle in a spirit.

"What? It would be a mistake to report. Guys, it's been a while since I've raised my hand."

Douglas was not otherwise a brave warrior.

In the first place, the lack of large-scale crusades in the Romless Kingdom, including interracial crusades, has not happened in recent decades. Even Douglas had only been to the extent of dozens of bandit extermination.

Therefore, when I saw the great army of cavalry approaching the present, I was so stunned that my soul could lose it.

And it came to pass, no matter how little they looked, that more than fifty thousand formations came upon them like waves.

Still, I had a little air bone in Douglas trying to align the spears and fight all the shapes, I suppose.

Step Elf's cavalry first slapped Douglas Army in the front by an attack with a short bow. Compared to the long bow, the range was short, but there was no need for good takeover while riding. Like the wind blowing through, breaking down the front line of the Douglas army, a cavalry of step elves practiced assault without a small worker.

Meadow warriors were wearing thin leather armor because of their protective gear, but all the spears in their hands were long and far sharper in the tip and stronger than the Romless army.

The cavalry always storms with the spear in its hand, but if the position of the tip in the right hand is not successfully stabilized, the blade may damage the horse's right eye and render it useless.

In that regard, the position of the spears of the step elves was always a stunning one that broke constantly. It means that all of them meet more than a certain standard of arm strength.

They were all brave men no less.

It was not a battle from the beginning in the infantry unit of Douglas, the crowd of the UAE.

Once the cavalry had aligned their tips and completed their central breakthrough, Douglas' army began to lose by hitting an avalanche, no longer able to even prepare their ranks.

Retreat is the most draining part of a battle.

In this morning, there were far more casualties when Nobunaga Oda was chased in retreat than the casualties caused by gunshot wounds, even in the match of Nagashiro, who defeated Seiyuki Takeda's horseback squad.

Douglas, who left the castle to raise his hand willingly, fled back with his body with a few dwarves who defended himself, and no late soldier was left to be slain.

What stunned me about this newspaper was Castle General Oreil, who was a White River night ship, unleashing a sperm without remaining in his concubine.

Step The large army of elves has already approached the place for a day from outside the castle, burning down the nearby villages and staying on the spot. O'Rail was delayed in learning the truth about things because Jim, who feared he would take responsibility, was jumping to confuse the defeat.

"Reinforcements!! Anyway, stay in the castle and wait for reinforcements from Wang Du!!

When the wolfed orail sent an expedition to the king's capital, Romless Garden, the tortoise closed the castle gate so that it could pull its neck and lurk its breath. O'Rail no longer had a strong sense of fear for the very existence of the step elf than to be angry that the report had been delayed.

"Why not? We and the barbarians had a truce. Cliad Kang, king of the barbarians, had given birth to a royal princess, and when she was old, she had grown up."

The beginning of things began with trivial border strife. A water field dispute began with the peasants who entered the territory of Step Elf. It was a trivial personal quarrel that eventually became a quarrel between the village and the subclan itself.

That's not the first time it's ever been this big, but it happened to be one of the thirty-eight princesses of the great king Klyad Kang, a daughter named Thea, who entered the mediation of this feud.

She preferred peace and harmony among the princesses of the Step Elves, and went on herself to commit herself to the harmony of this skirmish. The tragedy was the night before the hand-to-hand ceremony. Thea, the princess of the elf, was discovered in the woods outside the village. Her whole body had been added a mausoleum that made her want to turn away from her face just to see it, leaving traces of frightening semen, especially from her genitals and anus. Her tenderness is extraordinary. Still, Cliad Kang, the king, continued to avoid the option of war until the end, but Princess Thea was admired by all tribes, whose expectations, in some respects, outweighed the Great King.

Add an iron hammer to the human race, which has defiled the treasures of my family.

In particular, Princess Thea's fiancée, BattleSeek's anger, known as the “Ethereal Reaper”, was awesome.

A young step elf warrior, Battleseeker was a man with brilliant eyebrows, more than one hundred and ninety long lengths and exceptional sword skills. While he was there, combining the majesty of the king and freely manipulating the magic of the wind, he was also the bearer of a power called Hundred Manpower.

In the next period, also high was the call of the king of the meadows, who used the flaser of his belly to stir up the young men of all tribes, and to wake up the soldier horses by following the four fierce generals known as the "Four Gentlemen of the Ether”.

Fall the great city of Silver Villago, the main castle of Andrew State, and call the lord Quattro de Barthelmy from the capital to apologize.

It is unlikely that Quattro de Barthelmy, a minister of King Romles and a grand aristocrat, will bow his head to a step elf that he despises as a barbarian, etc.

It was to show that he had completely lost his authority over the five neighbours who denounced the king, a fact that could be attacked if he did badly.

On the other hand, it was the citizens of Silver Villago who were most stunned by the sudden looting of the barbarians' borders.

"Look, Lacey. Over here, over here."

"Hey, hey. Hilda, don't run so hard."

Lacey Appleyard, known as the singing princess of the Silver Carriage Pavilion, had her hands drawn to Hilda running around the hem of the monk's coat with sandy (Sandy Blonde) hair.

Since last night, I've certainly noticed something wrong with the whole city. The shops that were always supposed to be full were sparse, and there were a lot of people who left the shops as soon as they caught a glass of it.

"Hey, how far are you going? I'm out of breath."

"Nah, are you saying something relaxing! Could you even say you don't know the rumors of yesterday!?

"Uh, hey, what are you talking about, too?"

"Oh oh, why do you work and you don't even know this the most rumored stories I hear!! All the lords who come to the store are totally extra caring!!

"Eh, wait a minute! What the hell!?

"Fine. Look, Lacey shuts up and rides the carriage!

"Muggy."

When Hilda stopped the Tsuji carriage, she pushed Lacey in before jumping on board herself as well. The carriage is clearly overcrowded, and everyone is seriously pushy and silent.

Lacey anxiously clenched her chest badge. Tsuji carriages, as they pass through the cobbled streets, slowly advance towards the walls. From the next to the next carriage, which is no longer likely to be ridden, people are forced to push their bodies in and try to get on, and they find that impossible. No, they just happen to run away. I could understand that a unified aim was aimed at the staircase of the walls.

(I don't know what, what. Oh, no, I'm scared. I'm scared, Klando)

Lacey, like everyone else, pressed silently as she pushed and killed Mukumuk and her swollen black cloud-like anxiety in her chest. Hilda's face like a lump of energy that was noisy earlier is also heartless or blue. Tsuji When the carriage stopped by the walls, people jumped down the stairs ahead of us. Everyone saw him climb up in a rush, letting his breath run over the walls.

"Huh..."

What Lacey saw on the walls was countless legions filling the suburbs. The drums of war roar loudly, and the colorful flagcloth flips over. Countless military horses lined up undisturbed the ranks were just a roll. Citizen stirring eventually became a big twist, with screams and words of prayer to God flying everywhere.

"It's a big army of step elves!!

"Whatever, drop this castle and the man will kill you and the woman will enslave you."

"Help me, God"

"I hear the nostrils packed their bags early and escaped."

"This castle has been held for three days. We have a few more lives to live."

"Oh......"

"You're lying!! How are the castle soldiers doing!! The whole family lives in this city!! Why don't you just get rid of it!!

"The barbarians, they say, have a million. I hear the Wang Capital reinforcements are hesitant to come and help."

"I heard a million and a half."

"Either way, I don't know who I'm dealing with."

"Mom, I'm frightened. Frightened."

"It's a good idea. I'm sure your dad will protect you."

"Just kidding!! I have five daughters!! Oh, I can't believe the long-eared guys toyed with me. I can forgive you!!

"Help, help..."

"You're not going to live long."

"You! You must be an adventurer! You always beat me up! Be as helpful as you are at times like this! Hey, it looks scary. Protect me."

"Stupid, unscrupulous. It's not a curtain for us to come out. It's over."

"Mom, where! Mummer!"

"Let's pray. Come on, let's hope the next life can be a mix."

To sum up people's stories, it was understandable that suddenly different peoples had attacked us, but no one specifically knew what would happen after this.

"Hey, look!! He's going to jump!!

One man's anger echoed very high. Beyond the people's gaze, he saw a skinny man still young jumping with his hands together and legs aligned as he meditated on his eyes.

The scream went away with a long pull of tail. As the man crashed all the way down to the ground, his whole body was dispersed to create a slight stain on some of the walls. It was too pointless a death. When people blued their complexions and saw the death of their youth, they reflected it in the light of their future destiny and profoundly represented the colour of despair.

After a while, armed castle soldiers climb one wall after the other, forcing the desolate citizens to pull them down from the wall. Lacey goes down the stairs silently, holding Hilda and her hand, even as she is smacked in the back.

Even though I didn't know about these critical times while running a common people's information gathering called a drinker, it was because the regulars deliberately hid them from Lacey.

They knew behind Lacey that there was a fierce man's shadow called the Caveman, and they avoided stepping on this unprecedented crisis.

The other day, a high-powered masonry stranger had just been beaten to death by Lacey. Everyone knew that Zodiac's obsession with women was off track, and Lacey herself wouldn't deal with them in the first place.

Then it's not strange that the customer's legs fell, but Lacey's singing voice and beauty had to arrive, and it was too much to make the men dream well.

(Klando, where are you? Hurry up, I want to see you......!

Almost at the same time Lacey was causing anxiety, the collector had been imprisoned at Silver Villago Central Prison, at the hands of Victoria de Barthelmy, the guild master.

The crime is a crime of nobility and blasphemy. Live or die, everything was in her hands.

"Heck! Damn, even a piece of a blanket came over. It was cold."

In the solitary confinement, the collector shook his body in small pieces when he released an oversized kushami. The sword is a piece of prisoner clothing that has been stripped of its body and emits an unusual odor than it was before. The cell, separated by stone walls by the three parties, was located in the basement of the prison and could be moved directly through the underground tunnel stretched from the office of the Adventurer's Guild.

Victoria, the eldest daughter of Uncle Andrew, is one of five councillors presiding over the municipality in Silver Villago. Except for his uncle, the castle general's orail, the city's second most powerful man was her, like a wooden end from her, such as the lives of one or two adventurers.

"Hey, prisoner. Mesh."

"Hey, hey. Oh, the fry's on this morning. That's graceful."

"Damn, you're a laid-back bastard. You are."

The collector received the breakfast offered by Pierre the guard from a small window in an iron lattice and scratched it. The hot soup was sufficiently warm, and in the cells it was said to be of the finest kind.

"I was totally used to it yesterday today. You're used to it. That's not the first time. Didn't I?"

"Well, never mind, the details"

"He's an optimistic prisoner. Don't worry. As much as I scolded the nobles, I can't believe I'm on death row. In particular, Countess Geezera, who became a five-man last year, is extremely reluctant to impose the death penalty except for her extreme human rights advocate and so many villains. You'll be quiet here and you'll be out in no time."

Pierre took out a bottle of his hips as he sat down in a wooden chair and took a breath. The nose tip of the collector begins to smell of dark alcohol. Reflectively, who sprang up?

"You've been drinking since daylight. You're the one who's skipping."

"Beech, there's not a single rough guy on this floor. The real one is being pushed down to the third basement. Plus, nothing's gonna happen anyway. If I don't get this reward, I'm not going to do it."

"Hey. Bad guard. If you want me to shut up, give me a bite."

"Whoa, this is the first time you've been threatened by a prisoner. hehe."

As Pierre pretended to stand aside, he offered the bottle inside the lattice.

He said, "Come on."

The collector, taking a breath of the contents, made his eyes black and white. It is a high degree distilled liquor. Along with the burning sensation of the throat, an unpleasant aromatic fragrance filled the oral cavity. My whole body turned cuckoo hot and my belly burned.

"Don't drink it all. Damn, I'm going around, so be quiet."

Pierre vanished with a thousand feet across the dim hallway, fluttering the bottle in one hand. The collector flipped over the cobblestone as he flattened the rest of the breakfast. Alcohol turns and a twitch of cold air creeps into the lit body.

Apparently, they won't kill you right away.

But it seemed easier to think that if you pissed off all those powerful people in the union, you wouldn't get out of here so easily. Artemisia and the others forgot to contend when the collectors were taken to the Guards of the Adventurers' Union (Alliance).

"I might have been a little lucky in that respect."

Pierre, swollen all over his face, came to tell of the arrival of the visitor at the top of the Buddha as the collector was gobbling and even crushing his time. The four guards, as they pass a string on the collector's hips, turn the monkey and follow forward, backward, left, and right to silently continue down the dim hallway.

"Hey, what happened to that face? Did a bee stab you in the face?"

"Uuch."

When the collector moved Pierre to the visiting room teasing him, he was passed into a glazed private room.

There is a special sorcery on the surface of the window, a special order that cannot be broken by physical force.

"Don't raise your voice. Do not operate inadvertently. Until the end, do not take a seat. Then get your hands on it."

"What the fuck?"

The elderly guard, who had given the advance explanation, took out a leather arm glove that would fit both hands perfectly and had it worn on the arms of the collector.

"It's for masturbation prevention. It's troublesome when you get your underwear dirty. These are the rules, too."

……

"When a visitor is a woman, there are a lot of chickens over the glass. This isn't a masturbation room."

"I won't."

The collector sat down in a crude chair in the front as he entered the visiting room. After a while, there was a woman who, with tremendous momentum, opened the door to the opposite room and rushed in with momentum.

"Your husband!!

"Oh. You're here."

It is Pordina.

The faithful slave clouded his eyes as if he had cut his face close to it until just before the glass face.

The dog ear on his head is puckered and sleeping behind him, his butt tail swinging all the way to the left and right.

Yay! I see you! Like I want to hug you! And he was violently representing the voice of his heart.

"How could you do this? Oh, hey, I...!!

Pordina is moisturizing her eyes like black pearls with tears on her upper head.

"Yaho. Brave man, we're here too."

"If so, idiot. Don't pull so hard."

"Hannah, what a maid of honor."

"Oh, my God! You fool!!

Victoire, a self-proclaimed former knight and his samurai Hannah, who is using the small room in the house of the collector, also showed up in the visiting room after Pordina.

"I'm sorry, I just stepped on it."

"Damn, what's this about? Well, it's about you. Thought I'd do it someday...... too much!?

Victoire cried strangely in the middle of his words, holding his cheeks to tears.

Pordina followed her cheeks with all her strength. As Victoire opened his mouth to protest, he looked directly at the frozen gaze and pressed silently.

"Watch your mouth, you. Or do you want that tongue screwed off on this occasion?

"Yes, nice eh!!

"Haha. My lady. The same absolute obedience. I can't be paralyzed there. I don't admire you!!

"Remember, Hannah."

Victoire distanced himself from Pordina when he scorned Hannah.

"Your husband. Is that inconvenient? Even now, I will help you by smashing this glass. Come on, be it."

"Oui, ooui!! That sucks, man! I can't live in this city anymore!! Hey, you guys hold this guy down!! Quick. Hayah!!

"Ha. Sa, Mr. Pordina. Let's calm down."

"Stop being stupid!! This is crazy, man!!

"Come on, what are we gonna do? Why is that, my husband? Your husband must have had a reason to be captured in a place like this."

"Haha, you're still kicking ass. In the meantime, shall we calm down? Oh, brave man. For once, the city's lawyers are looking for an attorney. It may take a little while, but we can serve it properly, so be patient often."

This is all the rambling around indoors, and there's no way the guards keep their mouths shut. Immediately, Victoire began to calmly persuade the visitor's side of the room, although several guards were forced into the room. As far as Pordina is concerned, he sees only the collector in such a way that he does not care about anything else.

"So, is it true that Pol will never see your husband again? Oh, no."

"Well, be patient for a while. 'Cause I can get out one of these days."

Pordina nodded deeply, approaching the guard and releasing him with dignity.

"The Guardian Hall. If you're not going to let my husband go, I want you to put me in the same room immediately. Thank you for your time."

"Ha!? I've never heard of a slave prisoner. You are crazy too!! If we get any more violent, we'll ban visits in the future!!

"Interesting. If you can do it, do it."

Pordina releases a ferocious aura from her entire body. A bewildered guard quickly let Hannah grip the cloth sachet as she reached for the hips sword. When the guard ascertains the weight of the bag gripped in the palm of his hand, he leaves each of his companions with a lowly grin. It was an excellent adult wisdom to be Hannah.

"Your husband, Por... Por is very good."

"Hannah said she could do something about it, and I might not see her for a while. Patience."

"Your husband. Is there anything we can do?"

"What you can do, hey"

The treasurer closes his eyes often and silently.

Eventually, when I looked up, I looked at the three of them face to face with sparkling eyes.

"Yeah, show me your boobs"

"Yes, welcome!!

"Haha, that's good."

"What!? Hey, are you kidding me? Ugh!? Hey, wait."

To the hapless demands of the collector, Pordina and Hannah replied with pleasure, and Victoire turned away from reality as much as he could.

Pordina and Hannah take the sleaze and white apron and remove the button on their chest in a petite manner. Victoire didn't get tired of it, but quickly saw the two of them undressed, doing his hand on his forehead, poking his hand at the wall, and drooling his head.

"Wait, why are you taking it off? Why, that's the story!? Oh, oh, there you go!!

"Haha, my lady, you're a bite as much as you want."

"Vee. Take it off. Why are you so slow to do this?"

"Holy shit! Wait! No, wait. It's okay for you to take it off. Nothing, let's just say it's not very good, give up a hundred steps!! But I'm in the process of taking it off to me!? That's what I'm saying. I can't keep up."

When both Pordina and Hannah looked at each other, they laughed, hands on their mouths and elegantly cheeks. Then, most importantly, they attacked each other.

"Nyaaaa!! Stop it. Whoa!

Decades later, there was a figure of Victoire who, instead of his upper body, had become unwrapped.

"Oh, that's good. Come on, you guys, come here and show me your boobs. Oh, Hannah doesn't care."

"Mm, what is it? I took it off because of you. No."

"Your husband. Look, Vee. Get your hands off my chest, too."

"Ugh, why am I the only one naked? also, don't be your daughter-in-law"

The treasurer brought his face closer to his eyes in an attempt to burn the soft skin of the three stiff maidens into his eyes. White, full-bodied breasts protruded through the glass.

"Oh. Victoire, you're such a good milk."

"Ugh, I see that much. Silly."

"Hey, Vee. Your nipples are standing. No! Don't hide it!!

"Embarrassing......! What the hell is going on, I am!?

"You're too late to notice."

"Brave man, are Hannah's small tits cancer ignored? Really?"

"No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no

"Ah, eh. I was praised. So, how about this?

Hannah smiled all the way at her, pressing her chest against the glass facing her.

"Your husband."

Losers and Pordinas also push their big tits against the glass face to face.

"Uhm, dirty"

"He's a pervert!! You perverts!!

As Victoire hid her breasts, yellow screaming, the noise burst through the door vigorously. The blown guard man smashes his head against the door and collapses onto the spot.

A little breeze descended over them gently.

A beautiful woman in armor soaked her honey-colored hair and rushed in with a joyous look.

"KLAND! I'm here to see you!! KLAND......!?

The LORD of that voice that cries out the name of a man to be sweet is Artemisia the man, whoever he may be.

From the rear, Nelly and Rudge ran into the room out of breath and immediately froze looking at the indoor situation.

Pordina quickly returned her gaze to the collector as she looked back chilly at her lack of interest while pressing her chest against the face-to-face glass.

Exactly, Hannah understood the situation, putting a shitty and jacket on her chest.

"Heh heh heh heh!!

All I had to do was mess up the silence in the wrong place with the dumb, naked knight looking to kushami while naked.