Goblin Kingdom

I guess I have absolute confidence in the oak walking down the road I've opened.

The boneless stick in his hand was clutching around him.

Firm confidence that I am a predator.

I can't say enough that that is generally a bad thing. Confidence will also create style and avoid extra friction.

But only this time it will be a vendetta.

At the foot of the walking oak, there is the trap we set last night.

I was waiting now or now to hide in the bushes and catch my prey in a trap.

"Gu..."

The orc stops in front of the trap, like there shouldn't be a brain or anything.

A cold sweat runs through the oak that snaps my nose and sweeps around me.

I hope to move on quickly, back to back with my thoughts.

"Gruuoo!"

Screaming oak.

The moment I thought you noticed, there was a scream next to me.

"Ga, ga, gaa!

One of the goblins panicked by the oak screams jumped out of the bush.

No, I don't think so. Soon an oak gaze popped out at my men who were screaming.

"Gugga!"

I pop out at the same time as I tongue inside.

"There two, Ilo"

At the same time as ordering the other men, wield a long sword with a missing blade and slash it on the oak.

In a terribly stiff response, he unwittingly re-grips the sword he grips with his numbing fingertips.

It's like slashing a fat big tree.

A blow that just slashed the thin skin of the proposed oak could not do much damage to the oak either.

"Guruuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!"

But he seemed to succeed in turning Oak's eyes this way.

Raise the roar of anger and turn your gaze to me.

As soon as I do, a tremor runs at the bottom of my belly. My arms, my legs are heavy, as weighed on my body.

The moment that orc stared at me, I couldn't even breathe as if I'd gone underwater.

What the hell is this?!?

Slowly, a stick to be shaken.

Against my will, my body moves only slowly.

The feeling of being hit makes my skin feel.

The stick passed with a vicious breeze in front of him as he flew backwards by a leap just in time.

"No, aah!

From the bottom of my belly, I even raise my voice to shake off my fright.

Confirm the grip.

Eye gazing, tearing teeth.

Avoid lowering the battered stick back.

We checked the location of the trap and made a careful mistake.

Drag the heavy body and gauge the intermission. If it hits, it will inflict several vicious blows that are likely to destroy even the cerebral marrow with one blow, gradually approaching its location.

After that, if you take three steps back, you're in a trap position. But that's when I ruthlessly tried to back off, and my leg kicks in the stone.

I have a voice in the pain I am given.

"Gu,"

To the state of collapse, I take my gaze off the oak for just a moment, watching without blinking.

- Not good!

I look at the oak again at the same time as I rebuild my attitude, but it's hopelessly too late.

By then, the shaken stick was already looming right in front of me.

He jumps his body back at the moment he thinks he's going to get hit, and swings it up to turn the sword into a sword, but it's already in enemy range there.

The left shoulder stops moving at the same time as the dull impact.

"Gruh."

It still makes me realize that the difference in race is enormous to an oak that absurds my nose.

"Grrrrrrrr!"

Oak shook up his stick as he barked once again in intimidation.

On a powerless ankle, I open my eyes and see them on a stick.

That's...

That's what's gonna take my life?

Something like that!?

No, it's not.

- No, it's not!

"Guuuuuuuuuuuuu!

I bark and deny my destiny in the form of an attacking stick.

"Gu...!?

The stick, which is supposed to be shaken off, stops in front of his face. Oak voice like a surprise.

With the wind pressure and the impending fear of the stick, I look at the blur of my sight and open my eyes.

At the same time, Oak's gaze is off me and he looks back.

"Guggigi!"

Behind you, a figure of a subordinate poking an oak with a spear that just cut bamboo.

It was one that jumped out of the bush earlier driven by panic.

"Ghuaaa!"

The barking oak's voice echoes.

You saw me on my knees as helpless, and when I turn my back, I confront the men who stabbed me in the back.

That's just it, my men shook up. atrophied can be seen despite over oak.

- Stand up, useless, my foot!

"Gu, gu, -"

The moment the swinging stick is swinging down toward his men.

"Grrrrrr!"

A blow aimed at the shoulder of the oak, trying to soften it up, made it.

A definite response.

A red and black blood splash that blows.

I slowly dropped off a flying arm from the sky and fell to the ground.

The wrath and screaming of the orcs turn to me.

The look of an oak that drove mad and intense killing to anger and splashed covetousness from his mouth is just the mad devil himself.

No longer, the orcs rush in, screaming for unspoken screams.

- That's right, keep coming!

I avoided that by jumping back just three steps.

That ground falls off as soon as the orc, who loses one arm in front of me and storms in a frenzy, steps out in front of me.

The sinking ground, with the weight of the oak itself, sinks deep, and eventually the bamboo spear sword mountain pierces the oak's ankle.

Yell again.

But the next scream must be a scream.

From the pit I dug just to get out of my shoulder just above, Oak's shooting gaze stabs me. An orc's hand was creeping across the ground trying to crawl out more angry than the pain.

- Now I win!

I slapped my sword on the head of a defenseless oak.

To the overflowing red and black brains, raises the roar of victory.

"Grrrrrrrr!"

I shook up my bloody sword and I was screaming.

Thus, the sensation from the inside that strikes. The feeling of breaking through my guts and eating myself from the inside dominates me.

Screaming and stabbing the sword to the ground to endure.

"Ahhh..."

As the blurred voice leaked out of his mouth, the sense of evolution (leveling) left.

That's how I check my own arm.

The fingertips, which were three, became four, and the thickness of the arms increased once more. Twisted crazy, unusual muscle buoyancy, no shoulder pain that should have been destroyed.

The most eye-catching thing is its color. The color, which was red, was discolored blue and black. Thus, if you look around, your men, who were poking at the oak earlier, were also undergoing evolution.

Evolving into Goblin Rae, my men knelt beneath my feet.

"Mega, Lord Yo"

My men, who had ordered me to wait in the bushes, rush out simultaneously and kneel.

"Ooh!

Ambition was starting to sprout in me as I shook them up with even a joyful look on their face.