Goblin Kingdom

[Race] Goblin

Level 32

[Class] Lord of Noble Herds

[Skills Held] "Herd Leader", "Will of Rebellion", "Roar of Intimidation", "Sword Technique C-", "Greed", "Wandering Soul"

[Adoration] Goddess of the Underworld (Artesia)

[Attributes] Darkness, death

At the same time as the immediate threat was gone, I was looking to expand my living area.

There is a degree of food, a lake and essential for replenishing the water that will not be liberated if we are just to live around the ruins we now occupy.

There are also a number of animals to prey on.

But my ambition doesn't end in such a despicable place. Even if we proclaim kings here, it is the goblins around fifty high who are made to obey.

That's not enough. Not enough at all.

First of all, I don't even know where in the world I am right now.

Because there are humans, there must be others on this earth who would be hegemonic besides us.

whether it be a dragon, a man, or otherwise.

First of all, get a grip on peripheral geography.

How far this forest lasts, and what is outside the forest? How far is the dangerous area in the woods from?

I have to plant goblins to gather information about geography and to make them understand what an organization is.

Create a threesome (three-man cell) system to make the goblins act.

Let each of the male goblins hunt as one group of three.

Use traps, tools, let them take their prey.

At the same time, the females decided to only allow them to mate with what was an outstanding achievement in that three-man cell.

I never had a desire for a goblin bitch because I still have a human sensation.... Should I be happy?

The area where the former anti-retreat group was active is called a tread zone. It is a relatively safe and well-equipped area.

Let Gi Gu and Gi Gur direct the hunt, and I'll head to the untouched area.

Untrampled areas of the forest, will it start around the lake?

The distance from the settlement to the lake is about half a day's walk. As an armed man, he only gives two skinned armor and a long sword and a dagger that he obtained by killing the oaks.

I can't help but think of a light outfit, but now that I have to give the whole herd strength one way or the other, I can't help but have a weapon.

Throw everything you could possibly use at the goblins and I'll just stroll around the lake for myself.

Ask around while hiding in the bushes and explore the signs of creatures.

Me now would be able to fight more than Orcs and each other. But there's as much in this forest as there is stronger than me. The same goes for giant spiders, the Great Ghost (Auga) and the Fish Scale Man (Lizardman), which we haven't seen yet. The trouble is Kobolt, who is supposedly weaker than Goblin, if he's in a prison party, but I've never fooled around yet.

But still, I dare to stick to one person because I don't trust something called goblins in the fundamentals.

I mean, I'm always afraid of their betrayal.

Interpretation, they're kedamonos. Speak a people-like language, try to live a people-like life, not people. So there are parts of it that I can't understand apart, and I'm not surprised by myself finding a place in it.

In the exuberance of the hunt, he drives his mighty enemies, and I take them away. In the middle of that hunt I even remember the exhilaration, when they get hurt, etc., my head is going to be ripped off by anger.

The feeling was different to me.

I become a monster.

I feel the illusion as if the spirit accompanies the flesh.

- What the hell am I?

People, or monsters?

Without a clear line, it's like being dragged off when you sloppy-- destiny.

Gather the dogs and teeth together.

I'm not kidding.

I will be king.

Dominate the monsters, dominate people, and so... so...

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Unclamped thoughts are interrupted by first-sighted creatures passing in front of them.

They travel in a herd of earthy rabbits - Armor Rabbits - like armor wrapped around them, creating a group of about five people to watch them eat grass.

─ Speaking of which, I'm hungry.

When you feel a sudden hunger, gradually tighten the distance from its prey.

Slowly crawling through the ground and approaching the Armor Rabbit, but suddenly I notice my presence approaching from behind my pinched ears.

- Busted!

The moment I think about it, I come close to my prey on a full-blown run.

When you instantly run up to the highest speed, you wave up your sword in too much time.

As if you knew my sword was going to wave there, one of the rabbits fleeing in the direction of pieces - still setting a goal on a small individual, patiently swinging it down and leaping one step further.

I'm totally in time, smacking in enough blows to make my way through the ground.

The blow, which jumped his neck without passing, blossomed and pruned the rabbit's life.

I stand my teeth trying to squirm round from the armored part of the Armor Rabbit, but it is surprisingly stiff. My dog's teeth were going to break more if I stayed like this, so I peel the armor part off with my dagger and throw only the meat into my mouth and chew it.

Sometimes it's because the targeted individual was small, but it leaves something tasteless in a meal that I almost finished eating in one bite.

If I lay down my sword, my teeth wouldn't stick out as I chewed through the fine bones, staring at the armored part of the Armor Rabbit.

If you look at the jumped neck, it seems the armor was thinning just around the neck.

The success of the hunt just seemed lucky. If it was the outer shell part, my sword could have been bounced back.

"Hmm."

I can't help but think about it.

Can't we use this for protective gear covering the steeple? But to do so, it will probably require the skill of sewing with expertise and processing to suit the shape that protects the steeple.

I try to use a dagger to cut off the extra part, but it doesn't work. After all, in the hands of goblins, these delicate movements seem impossible.

If so, you have to do it in people's hands......

I come to the conclusion that it might be of some use, and I'll just bring it back.

He puts a hole in the skin area that is sticking to the armor area and wraps his twat around it as a string, carrying it on his back.

─ ─ Next time.

I decided to survey around the waterfront and walked through the bushes until the sun set.

As for the harvest, about three pieces of Armor Rabbit skin. A small crocodile with wings - I got the Shape Alligator fangs and leather and finished the day's stroll.

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Noisy in the settlement when I get home.

I whisper my eyebrows at the hustle and bustle.

"What's up?

"King!"

Old Goblin looked excited somewhere, though his head dripped with respect.

"I'm human. Humans come into the woods."

It was a report that made me want to tongue it by accident.

"Number and what kind of armed are they?

Gi Gur moves in and out of my way.

"They ha, six su. Two axes, sword flutter, and one spear. Females su in two."

It's too soon. You have to have human contact someday, at this time.

Its purpose is also unknown.

What did they come here for? You gonna sweep us? No, but anything that concerns humans... reminds me of my daughter caught by a goblin.

If that's the reason, the only people who come at us are the enemies.

Moreover, it is conceivable that coming to search means that you are trained to do so.

What do we do? What do we do!

Do it, but even this time, I have to think about next time. It is difficult to keep retreating from those who strike intermittently. You know because you were human, the malevolence, the harmfulness, or the fear of humans. The perseverance that drives them will probably be unimaginable.

Run, but where? I don't know where I can get away with following all the men in the settlement. If you walk around at night cheaply, it's more obvious than seeing fire to cause unwanted damage to be attacked by nocturnal giant spiders and beasts.

What do we do? What do we do!?

"Kings, please give me your orders."

Look down at the old goblins that might, I think. Or cut these guys off......

"Have they come to this forest several times?

Old goblins look up strangely to my voice thinking in arms.

"Humans can get lost in these woods several times a year."

Several times a year, not bad as a frequency. About a month after I was born in this world.

If I could at least buy a month later, I'd be bigger than I am now.

"Take over the humans, gi-goo. Gi Ghar must stay away."

Follow forty goblins and I'll run through the woods.

While avoiding encounters with giant spiders and giant lizards that use the night darkness as a base for their activities, proceed cautiously, but as quickly as possible, to areas where humans are thought to be.

I captured those humans thanks to an even more fortified night's eye than goblins. It looks like a man with a pine light walking around in the woods with his voice down.

Orders the goblins not to speak up, and they will pick up the stones.

One, I listened to their screams.

"Finler, if you're here, please respond!

"Where are you!?

Apparently they're looking for people.

The two men with axes seem to have no taste in battle or anything like that. But the other two men and women with swords would be a pretty dangerous category.

What I don't know is the woman and the man dressed like a nun at the center of it.

You don't seem to have the strength to fight. But my sense of smell told me they were the most dangerous. The discomfort that comes with me, is that right? Those two people are creating a heterogeneous atmosphere.

If you're a man, it's disastrous and powerful.

The woman looks more like a divinely overwhelming pair with such power.

At first I laugh at the arrival of an unintended prey, distorting the edge of my mouth.

I stood in the middle of a narrow beast path when I lay my men forward on the progressing streets of the six of them.

"What can I do for you, man"

Ask at the same time shouting "Roar of Intimidation" to see your opponent's reaction.

As a result, two men with axes and a woman swordsman see fright.

But that's not seen at all by male and female monks and male swordsmen.

In the depths of my chest, I hear the skill "Will of Rebellion" roar and roar.

"Here's the top species of goblins!?

A swordsman with eyes on a man. The two axe holders with axes are starting to fall too gradually behind fear.

"And I can't believe you speak human language... pretty high! Watch out!

When a monk man screams, he is in front to cover the nun.

Calmly identify each person's movements.

"Well, if it makes sense, we can talk about it."

The nun's little voice, which my hearing captures, is blocked by the nun's man.

"Stupid, that's a demon!

Identify the main force and what not, with a nun in the ass who is forced to lower behind, as pushed by the opinions of everyone else. Plus, even each weakness.

"Cafen, can you ask me?

A swordsman man comes forward to respond to the word of a monk. Signs of smudging are frivolous. The air in your body has a skilled swordsman style. Still in his twenties...... or will it reach his thirties or not?

The sword to be erected is so thick and heavy that it has to be handled with both hands.

"Don't resent me, this is destiny too!

I thought I put a heavy double-edged sword on my shoulder, a threatening step that reduces a distance from ten steps to zero.

- Oh, no!

Judging by that, I throw a dagger at the same time as I fall back.

A big hole through the shock and ground that gets knocked down without the madness of dimensions where I was standing.

I am often flabbergasted by the power of a hole in which a goblin or so is about to go round.

─ ─ Is this the power of people?

When I saw it, the dagger I threw was smashed in two and scattered around the swordsman's left and right. A swordsman's body, like a chase, is wrapped in a pale light.

A monk man in the rear was crushing something with his mouth as he cursed.

"No questions asked"

Then let's fight him as a monster. People versus demons, within that framework… there is a way to fight for it.

"Do it."

The cry of "The Roar of Intimidation" commands his men to throw stones.

Even though it is a stone, it does not accumulate if the stones of the great fist are projected simultaneously from the bushes on the left and right. Flying stones strike two men with axes straight and unconscious.

"Master Zeon!

"Dear Lecia!? You shouldn't!

In addition, the monks themselves suffer injuries to their feet. The woman swordsman covered a screaming nun, and the man swordsman was distracted by you only for a moment.

I couldn't have missed the slightest gap.

Run up to the highest speed at once when all the force is applied to the back of your kicking feet on the ground. Stunningly distorted, he sees the swordsman's face as a landscape view accelerating, flashing his sword from right to left at the same time.

For sure, stop at once from acceleration. Then rotate your left foot into the ground halfway around the axis. Re-facing the Swordsman, add a flash aimed further at your neck from behind.

"Come... God Protects Me (Shield)"

A barrier that unfolds around them in response to the words of a monk who is too late. This is probably something called magic. A colorless semi-circular stone that begins in the air.

The crushed stone powder was spreading semi-circularly.

Blood tide blowing in that membrane.

Slowly the swordsman's body collapses. Coloring the screams that rise, I wave my sword up again. Out of the way, monks.

"Lily, take Lecia and run!

Flaming balls on raised hands.

"God's grace pours into the flames (fireball)!"

A huge chunk of fist fire flies with my head in a straight line. But at the same time that I turn around and avoid what it is, I crawl and squat my limbs like a beast, and at the same time step in.

I stabbed the sword that was lowering to the lower level from the beast's position.

"All of us, monsters..."

A long sword with a missing blade was choosing the heart of the monk and piercing his back from his abdominal cavity.

It was that of the fanatics that stood in the eyes of the monks who stood in my way, spitting blood and cursing words.

"Our apostle of God. There is no fear of death. Every spiritual soldier of the devil..."

I respond to that abominable cursing rumor by turning my gut with a pierced sword.

A screaming monk with a broken soul.

On the verge of that soul being summoned by their God, I whisper in reverence with a voice that only a monk can hear in my ear.

"She looks delicious. I'm going to kill you."

The monk held his breath as he opened his eyes in amazement at which woman he thought.

From the body of a falling monk, pull out a sword with a missing blade at his disposal and wave. Pay blood paste.

The blood paste fell on the face of a female swordsman covering a nun.

The swordsman's trembling sword tip had a grin of abuse that I didn't know existed.

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Item: You have obtained the Iron Second Sword.

[Level] rises to 32 43.

[Skills] Sword moves evolve from C- to C +.

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