Dungeon+Harem+Master

Goblins, we need to describe a species called

The organism is a species distributed throughout the Romles and the United Kingdom, roughly one hundred and twenty tall, with green skin throughout the body, no hair and low intelligence.

It has long been seen everywhere, living preferably in mountain fields and forests, basically omnivorous and the difference between female and male is compared by the size of the body. The man was slightly larger, and a distinguishing feature was that the mating period was not limited, as was the case with humans, and was relatively prolific. Sexuality is high after orcs, and most subraces can make you pregnant, but the second born is thin in species and almost impossible to make a child of.

They are the most vulnerable and not highly intelligent of all sub-races. Therefore, the ability to perceive danger was high, and even if humans split into mountain fields and met, the goblins mostly fled with little or no attempt to fight.

But they could not contain their own desires, and when they got an excellent head to the crowd, they sometimes showed unusual solidarity. He also had the habit of exposing his aggressiveness thoroughly to tribes he felt vulnerable to. Since ancient times, it has been distributed everywhere, via some Romeless language as a tradition, but with a long life expectancy of about thirty years and not suitable for the workforce.

My face was not attacked because my eyes were yellow, I had a strong body odor, and I was lucky enough not to be worthy of being a slave because I was not suitable for playing.

It was in their high level of learning that the race with the worst minutes in the competition for survival continued to this day. Most scholars missed it, too, but in fact, they goblins were excellent at their ability to learn every thing in the tunnel the more they had the guts to do their training. Even if inferior as an individual, each population has skillfully lived out of danger by habits inherited by oral traditions independently from generation to generation.

It was the Joshua Chamber of Commerce that looked at this high level of learning and instinctive collectivity. As merchants dealing with slaves, they were just newcomers, stretching their sales channels in every way. Not only do we hunt slaves who do not obey the laws of the kingdom, but we get and sell them any way we can if we hear of a rare species with high prices. In particular, the dark elves, close to the "protruders," who are being publicly abandoned by the clan, were a product of the outfit. It was also fortunate for the Joshua Chamber of Commerce that a relatively belligerent goblin lived near the forest where these dark elves lived. It was self-evident to them to voluntarily begin skirmishing with the Dark Elves if they were to supply some supplies from the Chamber of Commerce and teach them how to use them to some extent by giving them weapons a little better than Stone's. The Chamber of Commerce sent several mercenary-raised military instructors to the village of Goblin to attack the elders with treasure and unnecessary appetite.

"You get this much food and treasure per dark elf"

I didn't forget to let a large number of mercenaries assemble in the first raid to imprint the hallucination that even the Goblins prevailed only. It was intermittent, Little Kusatsu burned like a flame in the plains when Uncle Andrew's army began a great clash with the armies of step elves. For the Dark Elves, who do not receive the assistance of leading families in the middle of the woods without entering, it is precisely a matter of death and survival. Always have to be afraid that the men who are workers will be hurt in skirmishes and even exposed to a little outing. The Dark Elves were fed up with such a prolonged feud, albeit hundreds of person-sized feuds. In the first place, it was ten years ago that we had the last great deal with the goblins. Yesterday, the slightly dominant Dark Elves gathered warriors from dozens of villages and still had about five hundred troops.

Primitive tribal rivalries are over if they take over enemy generals. If the generals of the Dark Elves were to be the oldest Gugabans of the village of Pestra, the king of Goblin would be Daghdara, who had done much good ten years ago. At last, the two groups became obscure in the Vain Forest, the final line of defense of the Dark Elves, in order to meet the final showdown.

"Wow, that's a lot of crap."

The collector opened the curtains from Liza's carriage dedicated to the war witches and watched the two armies.

Dark Elf Army, 500.

Goblin Army, 300.

The Dark Elves are simply more as a force. However, due to their improved equipment, the Goblins receiving weapons supplies from the Chamber of Commerce had steel armor, crossbows, and steel swords and spears in their hands. The elves have fewer than a hundred bows and arrows, and few have leather armor on their complexions. They had a tradition of bragging their medals to their peers by daring to expose themselves to danger and shoot their enemies as a sign of courage.

I feel threatened.

The two armies were gaining momentum across the open woodland, a battlefield at the same time as the sunrise.

Ring the drums of war, roar, and sound the bronze.

"Hey, how long are we gonna do this?

"Uhm. The enemy general is not in formation yet! So until we get here!

"Huh? Hmm, long."

"Klund, you wouldn't be able to start a match without an enemy general, would you? What are you talking about?

Liza, even as a matter of course, pinched her neck with such expressions as suffering from understanding.

Apparently, when fighting alongside the two armies of Halle, they have a liturgical gesture. It was an act that was not very, but incomprehensible to the collectors.

"Is it like declaring war? I don't think there's any manners or shit to kill each other."

"Courtesy is important! You can't say that!

Liza slapped one in the head as she scolded her younger brother as she slapped her keeper. And the treasurer looked up, and rang the neck and the chains of his arms, and closed the curtain.

"Are you sure?"

It's not like I'm interested in how much goblin and dark elves are. As a collector, you can leave this village without worries if you survive only today, which Eunice feared. The demonic stone that served my chest is sloppy and cold. If you beat this up and sell it, you can go back to the Princess Mansion and live as decadent a honeymoon as you like, no longer obsessed with the quest. Eunice said even the discarded value was worth millions of P (pounds). Even if not, I was convinced myself that a month or so was something I could afford to eat. As the collector kept his mouth shut, Liza leaned over her body to make sure she was comfortable with her chest.

"Klando, I'm hungry"

It's so sweet with my eyes.

Liza nodded her face on her chest saying so with a voice on her nose.

The treasurer stroked her head to soften the child, opening the curtain and embarking on her body to go outside. The carriage behind the collectors is loaded with emergency food. The war witch carriage was impenetrable, and had been paid for, except for the caretaker villagers, who had also held their half-mouth against Lisa's boarding of a sailor who was a man. Although it is forbidden for men before construction, it seems true that they are not so much to blame for pulling a man by implicit understanding.

As the collector got off the carriage, he pulled some food wrap out of the load of the later car for the hungry Liza, shortly after he tried to return. I noticed a shadow shooting and looked up. I glanced at the six young dark elf men as they slowly approached me. I could understand that every black face was in a red tide.

It was a bad thing. Of course, being harmful was immediately known from the savage killing they unleashed. Perhaps they witnessed the part where the collector got out of Liza's car.

(Damn, this is what happened, so you should pay for it properly)

"Hey!!

There was no point in being foolish enough for a caretaker man. The men looked angry when they surrounded the treasurer with a handy formation. Exactly in the middle of something. They had a weapon in their hand, and with a little kickass, they were so killer that it wasn't weird to swing it down as soon as possible.

He was a virgin and there was a hidden man in the sacred witch. Moreover, he is not one of them, but the same people as the slave traders who were the culprits of this killing. They have a well-fleshed, forged body but have not yet taken off their faces from the boy. From the alertness of inadvertently filling the distance, it was seen that there was not much experience in practice.

"No way, I thought the rumors were lies. Ningen, I saw you pumping water at the entrance to the temple yesterday morning!! Oh, you're our witch! There's shit!! Why not!!

"Would you step aside, there"

"Don't blur!! Why, why ningen!!

When the men barked, they attacked the possessor. First, a man directly across the street comes out with a fist in no motion. I ate it properly because of the rash.

When the collector took a strong blow to his jaw, he poked his buttocks. A man next door who gained momentum showers a linear kick at his belly. Crossed and guarded arms. Once I got my hands on it, I couldn't stop it anymore. I can't pull it off. Though the thought arose of going to fight back only for a moment in the back of the zodiac's brain, given Lisa's position, it did not rough things up.

If a slave, and the kind of man who can't be out-of-the-box, injures his fellow countrymen, I don't know what kind of disaster would sprinkle on her or her family. At any rate, it is upon me to leave the village tomorrow. At the very least, I didn't want to tarnish Liza's body any more.

In the first place, there was no element of losing even in Stegoro, as though there were fifteen or six lads.

It is two letters of patience that were imposed on the collector.

Both arms are sealed with shackles and chains, but they're not impossible to move at all.

When the collector was pulled down to the ground, he tried to reduce the impact of the attack by circling himself silently. The muscles on the back are made harder than you can imagine, and if the guys only kick it on without a blade, they won't take that much serious damage either. As he closed his eyes to zippily endure the storm passing, the woman's tall voice rose as she pushed through her back.

"Ahhh!!

"Whoa!?

"What, what!!

Liza rushed over to the collector who nodded on the ground as she pushed the men like crazy.

"CLAND, CLAND, CLAND!!

When the collector woke up his torso as he was held by Liza, who shrugged and thanked him, he threw up the bumps accumulated in his mouth. A bright red mass of blood spreads on dry soil.

Liza pulled the knife out of her hips as she stood up running her almond-shaped eyes bright red.

"Whew!"

"Hey, wait!!

"Are you serious!?

"Uhhhh!!

Liza rushed into the men with no hesitation swinging a thick knife.

Without any help, the white blade ripped the sky apart and moved. The opponent is a witch, and what we did was just assault an irresistible slave. The men grabbed their heads and ran away from the spot when the heat in their heads was softly cooled by a lumpy kick on the collector.

"Oh, wow."

One, you missed your escape, or only a narrow boy with a disproportionate line was left on this battlefield in the form of a leftover.

It was Matthew, the boy chosen to be Liza's mate. The two of them knew about their faces, even if they did not speak at the village's divinity and festivals. For Liza, Matthew was no longer changing from "I don't like him very much" to "I want to kill him" object of hatred.

"Die."

"Hih."

When Liza scolds Matthew with her blatant hatred, she slowly steps over with a knife in her hand. As Matthew crawled out of the spot with his half waist missing, he tried to roll and fled toward the formation.

"Krando."

"Ichi...... Don't exaggerate. Well, you know I'm a jerk."

"But oh, but oh"

"Holla, the beauty is ruined"

I'll stroke your shimmering face up with a flat hand. Liza has looked at me like a puppy I've often missed. The heart of the collector is filled with serenity.

At the same time, it sounded like a thunderbolt on the other side. Liza in her chest trembles and shakes her body. I didn't have to check it out, but how much did it start?

"Yuko."

The Gugavan master, also known as the Great Sheikh of the Dark Elf Union, shot arrows at each other according to ancient examples when he found out that Daghdara, king of Goblin, had arrived, causing him to strike a bronze knife that would mark the beginning of the wastage.

Dagdala, a goblinking, has an unusually strong back length of more than two meters.

His body is out of standard for goblins.

Dagdala puts the bespoke man in charge of eight powerful men, meditating gently in a position visible from both factions. The old Gugavan master quickly waved the fan to begin the march as he rubbed his rich white beard that reached his chest.

The brave warriors of the dark elves penetrate the horde of enemies as they roar. Occasionally, each other's vanguards began to engage as hard as the hounds who found their prey. The goblins, better than the gear, are fighting with sharp swords and spears made in the human city, but they quickly began to be pushed by plagiarized dark elf warriors. Black and green military flags representing each other's skin stagger and bump into each other. The Dark Elves are more advantageous no matter what the war situation. Originally, the goblins were weaker and inferior to each other.

The two armies were rubbing together in the middle of the plot, but the goblins are pushed by the stormy black wind that blows, quickly retreating quite a distance.

It was a moment when Master Gugaban let go of his wrinkled face. An arrow was released with a noise as rain flowed through the slightly higher bushes, the positions of the goblins. A crossbow. Although less rapid than bows, the destructive power is exceptionally high. The dark elf healthy children, who were exposed to defenseless skin, fell flabby, pierced by flying arrows.

"If it's a bow, it's here too"

When Master Gugabang sent a signal to the archer who made him lurk on the tree, he unleashed a losing and an arrow against him. The Dark Elves, motivated by strong support, flew bravely into the enemy line without fear of the blade. The white blade flows all over the place and the blood tide dyes the short grass of length to the vermilion.

It was then that Master Gugabang frowned. When Daghdara, the king of Goblin, barked loudly, he moved forward sharply. The front line of the Goblins, who were in a pushy mood, immediately pushes the Dark Elves back when they regain momentum.

Did Daghdara see that he was uncovered? When he jumped out of the box, he threw himself into battle. As well as being king, he was the strongest warrior in Goblin. Dagdala's gains are two iron balls that he leaves to his power to wield. There is a hug. It is also impossible to lift in a coarse man, and five hundred kilograms was exceeded.

Dagdala began to wield its great iron sphere as she shook her giant body and stormed hard. It is inconceivable to accept it first if speed is added to a weight exceeding five hundred kg. The king's iron sphere immediately turned the body of the swarmed Dark Elf warriors into a mince when they tore it apart as if it were a piece of paper.

The goblins gained momentum after a glimpse of the strength of Daghdara, as wild as a hurricane. So apart, unlike the dark elves who fight using their own personalities, the collective actions of the goblins, forged by thorough polishing, began to take effect once they got together. The Dark Elves were gradually destroyed before a collaborative play that struck five against one person, which happened to reduce their number. Dagdala swirls the iron sphere and kicks ahead, smashing the messy individuals in the footsteps. Jiri is poor as it is.

"Let me try him."

You read Gugavan Master's troubles, one pleasant boy hoisted his battle axe and flew out to the front with freshness. He was Mauricio, the most powerful warrior in the village of Pestra and the one who called him.

As Mauricio flew out refreshed on a chestnut-haired horse, he slashed into the random army and jumped up several goblins with his horseshoe. When he found Dagdala, who stood up blood smoke and ruled the battlefield, he poked a battle axe and named it grand.

"I am Mauricio, the warrior of Pestra! Your Lordship is the king of goblins. Come on, beat the curse!!

"A young man with long ears. Interesting, call me. Let me give you a boob."

When the two raised their names, the men around them, once speared, took a distance from the spot.

A single strike is a sacred and unpunished initiative for the Subhumans.

Mauricio stood with his hands a great battle axe as he softened his long hair reaching to his waist. Dagdala swirled the iron ball in her hand overhead and slowly packed the distance.

It was Dagdala who set me up first. He threw a giant iron ball at Mauricio as he raised his anger. Accelerated to a weight of more than 500 kg, the iron sphere is a super-weight weapon that causes fatal injury even if it is plundered. An unusual and approaching shell jumped directly in front of me.

Mauricio's battle axe was also a bespoke giant, but impossible to accept. Quickly jump back and scratch. And the earth burst with the roar. The iron sphere raised deep tempered earthen smoke to where Mauricio was. A highly destructive weapon cannot be rapidly fired once removed.

The Dark Elf warrior, who was aiming for a moment's gap, ran out like a disease and stuck to Dagdala standing on the upper stage.

Dagdala did not even show a rush of fine dust, and waved another pair of iron balls. There are two balls at each end connected by a single chain. For Mauricio to get a winning chance, he needed to keep going and avoid another attack.

The tide between the two was extreme.

Dagdala's swinging iron ball cracks the atmosphere and gets shot out.

Mauricio burst into it in such a way as to jump forward.

I could see an awesome sound tearing my ear apart.

It is precisely the attack of the moment.

Mauricio's mouth loosened slightly. I won the offense.

As a result, Daghdara, who lost his special weapon, became defenseless.

Come on, all you have to do is add a special blow with your proud axe.

"Whoa, whoa!!

Mauricio kicked and jumped on the ground as he turned forward. I waved the battle axe from top to bottom with all my strength on both arms. Tailored. Shortly before his thick blade devoured Dagdala's brain weather, the sound of the tall steel meeting rang. Dagdala pulled the chains of both hands horizontally to prevent the slaughter of the battle axe.

"Hih!"

Mauricio screams pitifully. There was a brutal grin on Dagdala's face.

"That was a good one, kid."

Dagdala twisted the chain and threw Mauricio's body away as he tangled the battle axe in a clever move that did not suit that giant. When Mauricio, who had lost his hand, danced high into the universe, he struck the trunk of the great tree of Tsubaki hard and stopped.

"Guru."

Mauricio pounded hard on his back, moaning low and spitting a chunk of blood out of his throat. I guess the impact hurt the built-in. His complexion drew blood like a dead man in a crisp blue and white. Mauricio looks up to the roar approaching his ear. There was a huge iron ball looming at the moment.

"is ahhh!?

Dagdala's thrown iron ball broke both Mauricio's legs and decided on the ground.

"Hi-no-no!!

Mauricio cried with no shame or outcry for too much intense pain. Zuri and an iron ball were dragged and recovered to Dagdala's disposal.

Mauricio's legs were no longer prototyped and integrated with the earth. A dark elf young man with an awesome misery turned away and vomited violently.

If this happens, the best warrior in the village is just like a puppet. In case you survive, you have to spend the rest of your life as a troublemaker. Dagdala footsteps. Apparently the good fortune of surviving was completely excluded from his fate.

"Hey, did you smash your legs so you couldn't fool around? Thank you. It's pretty hard to aim for the right balance."

"Yes. Ahhh!! Kill him. No, please! Help me. Yeah!!

"Whoa. You weren't the best warrior in the village. Ooh. Are you licking me? Ahhh!?

Dagdala threw up her sputum, which had accumulated in her throat, "Beh," on Mauricio's face as she raised her blue muscles in her temples. Yellow sputum pulls thread loose and drips to cheek. Sympathy could not disappear from the faces of the surrounding dark elves and turned into a colour of contempt.

"Oh no. My cool feet. Ah. Well, then you're not gonna fuck a village woman anymore. No. I liked to make you serve the women who crawled on all fours while Jen royally stood. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah."

Mauricio cries distorting his neat appearance. There, we no longer saw anywhere the face of a formidable warrior known as the best of the village.

"Chip. Damn it, I'm losing my back. Well, then, isn't it like you're proving that long ears are worth less than livestock? Oh, oh, this gutless! Cowardly Dead But Aah!!

Dagdala pulled Mauricio's ear as she yelled. Long ears ripped and bright red blood splashed. Mauricio beckoned as he aroused attraction when he saw the blood flowing from his ears as he twisted his torso like a woman. It's ugly. I ran out of words.

"Yay, yay!!

"... I'm tired"

Dagdala stood in front of Mauricio as he lifted the iron ball overhead with both hands. Mauricio's face, which I perceived what he was about to do, caught me in fear.

"Yabe, yabe, yabe"

"Hmm!!

"Bobby!?

Dagdala slammed the iron ball against Mauricio's sleeping body.

Doshin, the sound of a creak sounds.

Mauricio opened his jaw to the limit and opened his eyes and exclaimed. The parts of the body that were struck down by heavy iron balls changed in a pasty fashion mixed with the soil.

Dagdala carefully drops iron balls from her thighs to her hips, belly to chest, throat to face.

Mauricio's voice gradually withered with it as well.

After the last blow was dropped into the brain, the presence of Mauricio had already become a single piece of skin without retaining the prototype.

It was peppered like the carcass of a wildcat that was crushed by a car and left intact in the driveway for a few days, exposed to daily flowing follow-on vehicles and windstorms and tanned well.

Dagdala raises her victory with ambition.

The war situation leaned towards the goblin side at once. The Dark Elves, who were originally in a pushy mood, rather aroused Mauricio's too ugly loss, rather than morale, but the formations that once collapsed are not easy to rebuild with any famous general. When this happens, the Dark Elves, who relied on their personalities, retreat with Jirijiri without being able to help and fight each other.

"It's about time."

When Daghdara interrupted the roundabout, she made him fly a white flag.

As soon as, a bronze chopping heaven was struck from the rear of the dark elves, and a team of sub-men struck with all the spears in alignment.

With the head and body of a dog, a group of cobolts dressed to devour their defenseless asses. Called the Dog Nation, they were a subspecies living in surrounding areas allied with goblins.

That number, two hundred.

Cobolt, like goblins, could not be regarded as benign as an individual.

But by birth, it was prolonged in its collective action as a species, and it was a family name named as an unexpected savvy craftsman.

Now the Dark Elves were to be sandwiched more than back and forth. The Kobolts, naturally, were solidifying their bodies with steel weapons supplied by the Joshua Chamber of Commerce, precisely shredding the power of the enemy groups, even if one by one their fighting power was far beyond the Dark Elves. There is nothing harder than welcoming and fighting enemies back and forth. The Dark Elves must intercept Goblin and Kobolt by splitting the soldiers in two.

Combined with goblins and cobolts, the total number was five hundred, and the advantage of the number was overshadowed. And the warriors of the skin, whose tips and blades of the swinging spears of Kobolt are thick, are sunk into the earth with one another. If you see your friends fall, you can't hide the upset no matter how brave dark elf warriors are. The swing of the mind creates a gap in the flesh, and a moment of stiffness separates life and death on the battlefield.

"Brilliant."

The Gugaban master was impressed by the array of enemies who skillfully moved the platoon to bring down their own soldiers to sink the leaves of the trees floating between the waves.

When this happens, the strength of the core as an army is questioned by daily practice in group warfare, but the idea that dark elves who originally struggled individually to compete for martial arts can support their disadvantages, etc., has not been held from the outset.

There are only two choices. Proceed or retreat.

Master Gugaban ordered the whole army to march on, lighting the last flame in his cloudy eyes.

It is reckless. Still, some divisions were colorfully reading the possibility that the army itself would collapse if it were to retreat.

"Get the carriage out! We still have a war witch!! Keep fighting until the last soldier as long as you have the protection of the god of war Espera!!

The outline of the last request and the chariot of the Dark Elf war witch Lisalind Pestrago were thrust forward. A divinely beautiful girl appeared on a bespoke pedestal stretched out over the ceiling as she exposed the sunshine from the gaps in the trees to its dark skin. The Battle of the Vain Forest was finally to welcome the good fortune.