Goblin Kingdom

Ten mornings have gone up since I became the king of the Goblins, and the western sun has set just as much.

In the first place, I leave the bulk of my hunting to my men to think over what I've been experiencing.

It's impossible, they're going to say what the idea is already a game brain, but the fact is, if you're going to describe in a nutshell what I've been experiencing, it's the one called leveling or evolution.

I wonder about this expression.

It's not like there's no depressing part to it when it's a childish idea. but!

I can't help but express myself.

"Fanji, it's Na"

"To Na?

A deputy responding to my solitary remarks asks me what my complexion is.

"Why, Mo, Nai"

Speaking of one thing that has become more convenient, is it about being able to speak a decent language? Since I was the red goblin, and conveniently I've been with the goblin rare, the goblins have been treated differently than the heavens and the earth.

For one thing, it's because you have power.

Weak meat - this law, which packs the irrationality of the world all together, guarantees a life without liberty, even if it does not say comfort to me now. Being in a position to lead twenty men, or perhaps too small to call a king.

at the goblin level...

More overlapping thoughts that are likely to run backwards.

It's about leveling up.

Am I here because I killed the former Goblin Rae? Or do you just happen to look like this in the middle of evolution?

I'll lay my reasoning on the reasoning, but if I were the former, I'd be looking like this until I was killed by something else.

But on the other hand, if it's the latter, I'll get more power if I kill something else.

I mean, if you kill an oak, you get an oak.

Kill that giant spider Giant Spider and you'll look like it.

No, and switch your thoughts.

If it is to evolve, is it possible to become a completely different species?

But it's "fantasy”. There is nothing.

I don't know what kind of theory, what kind of logic, but in the short term my body is going to make such a difference. No matter what happens, no wonder.

Hmmm......

Not enough samples.

Uh-huh.

"Oi."

"Ha."

"Is there an ou in my hoka?

To that question, Goblin, who seemed like a deputy officer, looked around for a moment and then told him to whisper his ugly face closer.

"Attch 1, Sotch 1, Mukou 2"

... you're a lot, dude.

In other words, there will be more than one existence - at least in the goblin - with the same or greater power as me.

"Ooh, is that the wet le of?

For an unexpected harvest, I look for a second dojo and ask questions.

"Die ou......"

There is some adoration in the motion of shaking your head when you sift.

Great King, huh? I guess that means not being there. At least not as far as this deputy knows now.

Resume your thinking.

The Great King.

It's the first thing I've learned since I became a goblin rare, but this presence of goblin is close to the bottom of the forest hierarchy.

With the exception of small animals, only about cobolts and slimes exist below.

It exists below the oak, and giant spiders and so on are only at a far height. Hence the constant hunt for food is life-threatening.

An oak that takes away the prey taken or a giant spider that feeds on the goblin itself. They must be dived through and food transported, distracting the intense hunger of the example.

"Ooh. Feed, Kita"

To the arrival of the hunting unit, I began to remember my hunger.

But whenever the appearance became clear, I had to put my strength on my stomach, which was about to ring, and carve a deep wrinkle between my brows.

"Ooh. Feed"

A small animal of offerings offered respectfully. All the goblins I offer were half-dead. Something inside that doesn't have one arm, or something that is eating your ears off. There's even something bleeding blue.

"What's the matter with you?

In my words, the hunting squad faces each other.

"Oak......"

You must have thought I was reprimanded. The goblins looked down uniformly, dropped their shoulders and murmured the name.

In other words, it was looted.

"Wacky."

Take the offered offering and deliver it to my stomach.

Orcs.

It was wonder and anger that sprouted in my mind that I should not have even directed disgust and hatred at goblins and the like and had no such thing at all.

Is the next prey an oak?

Think of it like that and you'll have a fighting spirit in me.

It was so easy that I wanted to suspect if I was physically impressed or if I was so belligerent, I was beginning to calculate killing orcs.

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Sun Tzu said, "If you know your enemies and you know yourself, you won't be in danger of a hundred battles."

You don't have to borrow the words of such a great old man, well, it's decided to do it. Since one incident the other day, I've known a hundred times that the power of goblins doesn't extend to orcs.

But you have to kill him.

So what do we do?

My predecessor Goblin Rae, who tried to knock down the oak the other day with a lot of pressure, doesn't say it's bad.

In order to bridge the gap between isolated forces, humans formed a detachment party, used weapons to kill efficiently, and created tactics and strategies to favor large numbers of battles.

But this time he's not human.

It's a ghost pig (oak).

They won't have to go that far.

In other words, this time I'm using weapons. However, a weapon like this cannot cut through the fat of a goblin with the help of a powerless goblin.

"Apply oak ato"

I needed information on the oak.

"Mitskatta et al., Nigello"

This is all we have to be strict about. The advantages of numbers are absolutely necessary. Oak and will be ahead, up to the existence of the apex of the Hieralky in this forest.

I give orders to my men, Goblins.

Find the oak, alive or not.

How much I could protect just these two things was what I was going to need to kill the orcs.

Dropping off the scattered men, I went into the woods to buy weapons.

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It had been three days since I left my men in the woods to explore the oak.

In the meantime, the weapons I had purchased in the woods were roughly all I needed.

From the information gathered so far, I found the orc moving alone only a short while ago. After observing the behavior and making sure it went the same way every day, I let my men run for food.

This is a war.

It was a battle between one oak and 21 goblins.

You can't fight when you're hungry. I let the hunting troops look for feed and set up weapons at a point where the oak seems to pass, remembering a certain emotion in that truth that is common between East and West, or even beyond the race, in ancient times.

"Holle!"

Under my decree, the goblins start digging holes unconsciously.

Just wide enough for one oak to fall round, and deep enough not to crawl up, dig on.

The only thing that makes goblins better than oaks. Digging holes is extraordinarily faster for goblins than for oaks, although they don't specialize in combat at all.

The dark nest hole I was aware of was also just a horizontal hole where one goblin could finally get through.

Explore the orcs, and live any of them.

My men faithfully obeyed the order.

Then in response, it is my duty to lead twenty men against you.

Wouldn't you?

It took us until late at night to cover the hole with soil and disguise, and we went back to our own nest.