Goblin Kingdom

[Race] Goblin

Level 8

[Class] Lord of the Lord and Herd

[Possession Skills] "Herd Ruler," "Rebel Will," "Intimidation Roar," "Sword Move B +," "Endless Greed," "King's Soul," "King's Heart I," "Blue Snake Eye," "Dancing to the Dead Line," "Red Snake Eye," "Magic Manipulation," "Mad Warrior's Soul," "Three Time Chant," "Intuition," "King's Heart II,"

[Adoration] Goddess of the Underworld (Artesia)

[Attributes] Darkness, death

[Subordinate Demon] Hi Kobolt "Has" (Lv1) Grey Wolf "Gastra" (Lv20) Grey Wolf "Cynthia" (Lv20) Oak King "Buy" (Lv36)

Proceed among the trees during the maze under Gilmi's lead.

"We are said to be the goblins of the beginning"

Natha's voice, speaking quietly next to mine, was as solemn as the ancient witch.

"In the first place, we goblins are born more than the land of the dead."

You mean the goddess of the underworld?

"Death Deatna is the only base for our Mother God"

I see, and I remember a myth I once heard from Lecia. Indeed, it meant that the gods prayed and tried to recall Dietna from the land of the dead, and that together we were overflowing with demons, warcraft, etc.

Both the heirloom passed down to the monster and the heirloom Lecia spoke of show unanimity.

Is this happening?

"But Deathable Dietna, our God, was defeated, and it was Artesia who ruled the kingdom of the dead. She rallied the land of the dead with desolate violence and tremendous power and now once challenged the human world to battle"

Will the living and the dead dispute again?

"But once again, we lost. Thus, when Artesia departed from the land, he left behind a single declaration. Defend the fortress of the abyss, and the king shall be born."

From the slightly trembling tail of how much enthusiasm is caged in the word, Nasa's inner heart cannot be seen.

"Then again, I will wake up and drive the humans away."

It's a subtle different story from what Gilmi said.

"So?"

I want to hear the conclusion. The foreground is too long for me.

"The four families received one treasure at a time from the gatekeepers of the land of the dead, to protect one another, and to preserve the fortifications of the abyss."

The cry rises from the right. He left it to Gi Goo Berbena.

"Their purpose is the treasure."

The cry also rises from the left. I'm blocked by unseen trees, and I just have to trust them.

"Why would you want that? You haven't been arguing for over 400 years, have you?

"... I can no longer wait. They're trying to get their own king."

Nassa stirs bitterness.

I wouldn't have waited for that word, but I see Guidoga Goblin on the go.

"Get the King, or"

Isn't that like a puppet without will?

The king, it's me.

It is not the king who is sacrificed to others.

"I'll take care of Gi Zar."

"entrusted"

The invincibly laughing Druid chief Gi Zar rapidly accelerates from beside me to drive out his enemies. Following him is a piece of goblin that can use magic.

A colorless wind, blue water, strikes the goblins of Guidoga ahead of Gi Zar.

"... the name of Guidoga's chief is Larshka, son of Mishullah. It was my forgiveness."

I see, or maybe I can use it.

I don't even think about my thoughts, Nassa leans down.

"Drive it all at once and reclaim the ghanla settlement!

Anyway, the four treasures and the ones and the kings they seek are all stories after we get this place back.

Send your own direct goblins to the front, too.

"Gilmi, look around"

"Yes."

On the tree is the residence of them Gunra Goblin. Nassa holds that little hand so as to endure something as she sees how it goes.

Close to humans, huh?

I narrowed my eyes to the way it looked. For better or worse, maybe I should treat you as a human being rather than as a goblin.

Drink up the bitter stuff and make sure the war is going on, and you can hear cheering everywhere.

"You've reached your goal for now."

Gilmi looking around from the top of the tree comes down for a report.

"Looks like Guidoga Goblins pulled it off."

The goblins of Gunra snort at the eagles.

"Meals, then perimeter alert... you can order that degree, right?

Nassa nodded reluctantly as she couldn't stand my gaze looking down sharply.

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If you describe the space in a word, the word luxury sticks.

The floor is lined with polished marble and stretched over it, with the red carpet straight towards the throne at the far end of the room.

Tapestries hung on walls are knitted by craftsmen with the best moves using a unit of how many years. Offered from the ceiling is a chandelier that secures a light source by sprinkling gems and processing stones that can enclose magic called demonic stones.

Nestled in a window is stunning stained glass that even the Western Church can't see. The light that plugs in shines through it and gives the fantastic atmosphere to those who are present on the spot.

And sitting on that throne is one old man called King of Dignity by the surrounding countries.

Achtal de Germion. He was the principal figure of the kingdom bordering the western, dark forest and southern border of the continent. The people in charge of this country line up like walls on the left and right side of the red carpet. Nobles, bureaucrats, samurai, merchants. It is only because of the majesty of the king that he shall rule the place without leaking a shrimp?

"Arrival, Holy Knight"

I felt like enough air had been drawn to me so far to make a sound.

The king's watching door opened to the left and right, and it was the men with the three armors who showed up.

One is an old man. It seems likely to associate a butler with a well-groomed face from the way he stretched his spine, but the sharpness in his eyes and the signs of a martial arts that holds him together deny it. The mustache stored and the hair caressed are silver close to white, and existence itself intimidates the surroundings.

One is a young man. Flying from left to right with a disgusting gaze, he punishes his armor with a body like a bamboo. Jaws that are likely to bite even iron and fierce blue eyes that burn to bits and ambitions. Shortly mowed hair was also turned upside down toward heaven.

The last one is a long-haired man wearing red armor. Long, golden hair is beautifully wrapped up with women. On the skinny body, white skin like never burned in the day accentuates even more femininity, but the sarcastic grin drifting in its mouth and the slice-length eyes overlooking its surroundings make a mockery without hiding it.

"Gowen Raneed hereinafter, Garland Rifenin, Gene Marron, we have come before you by summons"

An old man pokes his knee in front of the king, and the other two imitate it.

The king holds up his arm, which has become like a dead tree, and sends a signal that it may be made easier.

"And what this time?

The Holy Knight is the greatest power that this nation possesses. The King has called three of the seven men, so I can see the urgency.

Dark woods to the south and southwest, and snow gods (Yugrasil) mountains to the north. Surrounded by the Shreddinist nation to the east and the Union of the Horses to the southeast, this country honors the force. And at the apex of that force are the seven saints.

"Officially requested by Western Church"

Gowen, who was drooling over his head, had a general idea of what we should do with that word emanating from the king.

It's a search for the Virgin.

I nodded with the expression of the Trinity to the voice of the king, who made me feel low and even gravity.

"I command you in particular. Always bring him back alive."

"Ha!"

When satisfied with the condition, the king urges him to leave.

"Lecia Fer Zir. The Virgin of Zenobia... and the Church, what are you thinking?"

Confidentially, but the corresponding pressure was also exerted on this country from the ivory tower.

An ivory tower that is home to talented magicians and bureaucrats. There are a few of them in this country too. Their power makes them feel unspeakable.

That ivory tower and the Western Church asked me to look for just one girl.

Pleasant, but more concerned than that.

Find him if he's alive, and let him bring him forward.

On the fallen orbit, Ashtar swelled his mouth with a flame.

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"But I wonder what our king is going to do."

With long hair, Gene, one of the Holy Knights, asked the two walking ahead.

If you exit from among kings, you don't even try to suppress that light-hearted mouth, and you don't try to hide the impression from your surroundings combined with your sarcastically aroused mouth.

"What do you care? For now, the prey is in the woods, isn't it? It's been a long time since I've enjoyed hunting."

Goddamn, the man who laughs furiously is Garland. He's a big warrior, also known as the Storm Knight. No one goes to the right of the sword if you let him use it.

"What do you think, Grandpa?

Gene asks the old knight, who walks in the lead as he fishes up the edge of his mouth. Gowen is supposed to be the oldest ginseng in the Holy Knight and the most martial arts stacked.

"... it would be the pressure of the church and the ivory tower"

Instead of waking up, I see two people with too cold a gaze following them later.

The edge of Gene's mouth tickles at the icy gaze as if looking down at the crap.

"That's right, the knight with the iron arms has high eyes. When I couldn't feel the human taste until my gaze."

If you look inexorably at Gowen's left hand as Gene's gaze flickers, you're too boneless an iron prosthetic.

Stop, to Gowen, at a certain distance. Gene also stops.

"Do you want to try? Grandpa, my fifele is fast, right?

Gene puts his hand on the fine sword pattern on his hips with ease. That figure of too much nature, horribly, has no gaps. I'm always ready to be attacked by my prey.

"Let's not. If you're happy with Garland, it's not funny."

Pours that cold gaze faceless into a big man who was watching him become one.

"What, don't you do it? I was going to smash one of the wounded around the corner to death."

With a low laughing garland sideways, Gene flaunts his shoulders as well.

"I can't feel the character."

When he finishes hearing the words, Gowen walks away, as does Gene and Garland, who once exchanged glances.

Even if we fight here, someone gains and loses themselves.

If we were to fight, we both seemed to confirm that it was a smarter choice than the first to fight and win.

"For now, the princess of captivity. Was that Lecia Fer Ziehl? I have to go and help."

We both nodded inside, no matter what, at Gene's flimsy words.