Goblin Kingdom

[Race] Goblin

Level 11

[Class] Lord of the Duke Herd

[Possession Skills] "Herd Leader," "Rebel Will," "Intimidation Roar," "Sword moves B -" Endless Greed, "" Lonely Soul, "" King's Heart I, "" Blue Snake Eye, "" Dancing to the Dead Line, "" Red Snake Eye, "" Magic Manipulation, "" Mad Warrior Soul "

[Adoration] Goddess of the Underworld (Artesia)

[Attributes] Darkness, death

[Skill] Activation of "Soul of the Mad Warrior".

It stains bright red in front of me.

A steel sword (Iron Second), simultaneously enchanted as it swept through the looming spear, pierced the belly of the oak.

"Grrrrrrrr!"

As it was, I swung up the sword and tore it apart, still stung it in the belly of the oak.

Blood and guts scattered in heaven.

It literally rained blood, and I was laughing.

─ ─ Why are you so high!?

An abusive grin appears on the frightened oak.

─ ─ Kuhahahahahaha! Die, die, die!

Towards the back of the oak showing his back, wave down the great sword and turn around the back of the screaming oak. Follow the last one when you step on it and crush the head of the oak.

Kill the foot of a prey that caught up immediately.

Skip the shoulder.

I squeeze my last remaining head and roar up.

As my inner voice commanded, I was slaughtering.

─ No, it's not! What are you doing, I am!?

[Skill] "Rebel Will" is activated.

Relieves spiritual erosion from The Soul of the Mad Warrior.

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Looking around, it looked terrible.

Too unusual.

As soon as I've got a little power, it's like this.

I tongued too ugly.

Use developed hearing to find the waterfront. Corpses would be better off like this. Cut and collect only what you need from the oak meat.

There are a few things I'd like to see.

Even though it's small enough for me to go in alone, when I discovered the waterfall, I dived into it quickly. In a waterfall kettle, soak it to the head and cool the boiling head, draining the creepy blood.

I went back to the scene earlier where the smell of oak flesh had fallen.

Even though I did it, it was a terrible misery. But still, I should have made the most of what I had done. Watching prey gather to fish corpses for hours.

It came when I thought it was time to keep killing my hidden breath in the bush.

He is a cat-backed figure on the head of the beast and only has fangs of the beast in his hands. Tail to two-legged walking, back length even smaller than goblin. The brown fur, as I've seen somewhere... looks at the color of my own skin and reckons it's my fault.

That number is five.

These are even more inferior species than cobolts are called goblins.

A species that fishes and lives the corpse of a beast. Of course I'm talking about old goblins.

They also have intelligence in these guys.

Jump out of a hidden bush and catch one of them. Other cobolts scatter scattered scattered scattered when they catch one.

"You, can we talk?

I'll grab the root and bring it to my face, but I'm just trying to rip my fangs off and I can't talk about it.

Doesn't it seem intelligent?

I'll strip the meat from the oak corpse and stick it in Kobolt's mouth. Crap if they bite me.

When I threw down the cobolt wondering if it was a waste, I started walking to get my exploration back on track.

I walk a little and look back, and the earlier cobolt is following me.

"Uh-oh."

He looks kind of amazing. The head of the dog, who should have been stripping his fangs, is hungry. All he says is, he salivates, waves his tail and looks up at me.

A half-hearted gaze of alertness and expectation that you would feed me.

"Uh-oh."

I'm not the one who's been roaring. Just in case.

I could have gotten rid of you, but I'm in trouble, and I'm gonna throw you some oak meat.

Cobolt runs in a straight line toward the thrown meat and returns to me with it in his hand when he gets his ears properly in a motion reminiscent of a trained dog.

What will you do when you get back?

It was a hassle, so I'll get rid of it.

Kobolt cheeked out the meat as he snorted firmly about how he mistook it. It's troublesome to be attached any further, so I'll keep exploring.

But it sounded like we were waiting near Oak's body to lure Kobolt out, and the time was already evening.

Given the time to go home, it's time to limit it.

Point your legs at the settlement.

Walk a while and you'll notice my other footsteps.

Looking back, he looks up at Cobolt. You wondered if I looked back. Together, I'm looking back. No, it's you.

"Why, they're following me"

Cobolt with neck. Why do you look so strange?

"Tsuyoi"

Cobolt pointing at me.

"Twittech"

Cobolt pointing to himself.

I was mentally tired, and I went straight back to the settlement without saying anything anymore.

Needless to say, the settlers turned a strange gaze on Cobolt, who followed me, but when it came to salvation, nothing was asked.

"You've got a lot of interesting stuff on you."

Only Lesia turns her somewhat dissatisfied gaze toward Cobolt, who is waving her tail at my feet.

"I don't."

It was also troublesome to explain the history.

"If you're a pet, I'd like one, too."

What did Lecia think of my sincerely disgusting face?

"Is it not?

Am I? Am I going to look that way?

"What kind of positioning is Kobolt in you guys?"

That's how the usual chatter started.

Monsters and I think about it all together, but Lecia and the others are different from the monster statues that humans see. Or should I call it recognition? Using that as a seed for conversation, sometimes it lasted about an hour while I exchanged questions.

Meanwhile, Kobolt relaxed at my feet while I was stretching.

You bastard, are you going to sit down!?

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Cobolt has been subordinated.

Increases the level.

11 ⇒ 12

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