Goblin Kingdom

[Race] Goblin

[Level] 20

[Class] King/Unified

[Possession Skills] "Son of Chaos Ghost Ruler," "Rebel Soul," "Roar Eating Heaven and Earth," "Sword Technique A -" Lord of the Hegemony, "" Soul of the King, "" King's Heart III, "" Families of the Gods, "" King Dances on the Dead Line, "" First Serpent's Eye, "" Magic Manipulation, "" Soul of the Raging Champion, "" Third Chant, "" Intuition, "" Blessing of the Underworld Goddess. "

[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 "Buoy" (Lv40)

[Status] "Blessings of the First Serpent" and "Guardian of the Two-headed Serpent"

Finish your ears with a resounding roar.

I can hear that horrible goblin.

"Dora... I have to go"

Buy, who led the oak, immediately took everyone in the settlement west of the forest when he found out humans were attacking him. I let him escape in the direction of the lake. It was important not to reduce the number of herds now, even if they were insulted as weak hips.

The waterways are well maintained. Human invasion as if it was aimed at when herd females started having children. Anyway, he let the females escape by forgiving the males who wanted to fight.

Still, the adventurer chased me, causing a handful of damage, but I'm pretty sure I'd say it's lighter than on the goblin side. The power relationship between the two races, even if it stays close, never leaves.

And yet...

That scary goblin is calling.

He commands demons living in the woods to take vengeance on those who take them.

─ ─ You don't have to. Because you are under my blessing.

To the gentle voice of Dolaria, a tree demon who lived for hundreds of years, but Buy shook his head.

"I have to go, maybe that goblin right now would be fine to bake Doriane..."

When we met before, would we have felt so much pressure? This intense anger you can see even when you're away. It could burn everything down, anger.

─ ─ Thank you, I give a gift to a gentle buoy.

One red fruit falls from the lush green perimeter at the hand of the buoy looking up. To the buoy that receives, a gentle sign comes from Dolaria.

─ ─ Eat this and it will be what you wanted to be. But be careful, the effect time is one day.

Glossy red fruit.

"Yeah, thanks"

With the spear in his hand, Buy runs. Among his highly wary companions, he looked forward to a sinking pain. The status quo now that I have to obey Goblin's orders. If Master Gol Gol sees it, he must mourn. Expand the herd and create a new powerful oak out of it.

The battle was useless to Buy, who thought towing to the next generation was his role. Not much, not yet.

Orcs have no connection to what they call reconnaissance. That is also the underlying idea for Buy that power is everything. Crush the enemies you meet from the edge. That was the way the orcs fought.

"There he is!

Lurk your voice and let your grieving companions lie down. Humans who consolidated themselves with iron armor. In my hand were spears and swords of iron. He's solidifying his perimeter with a luggage truck and laying defensive formations.

anxiety that we would win. That becomes fear and binds Buoy's body.

─ ─ Scary. Frightened, frightened!

"I'm scared. Dolaria!"

Whisper so no one can hear you, and look at you at hand.

"... what I wanted to be"

I don't care, and I chew up the red fruit in my mouth at once. How sweet that is. The dripping fruit juice slips down his throat and stains his guts.

So, what I felt was a fever.

I hear a pulsating noise. My spear-shaking hand trembles. No, my buddy Orc turns his contempt eyes to the way his whole body wiggles and buoys squatting with his arms in his arms.

"Are you scared, Buy! Orcs can't be brave if they're kings or something!

The oak froze the moment he saw Buy's face as he put his hand on Buy's shoulder and turned around to get his temper in.

"Come on, Les."

My eyes, which are usually drooling in weakness, connect with the momentum that pokes at my angry hair heaven, and my mouth is so connected that it seems to rip. The exhaling breath made the orcs feel the blowing hot air.

Tightening toothpick sound. Whenever I hear that, Buy's body grows around. My muscles are swollen. Where the little buoy's body has grown two times, the orcs who have followed the buoy ask for his expression.

A sharp gaze. No, you can never fit in that expression, a blade-like gaze that even makes you feel mad pierces each and every one of them.

At that moment a frightening current ran on the spine of the orcs.

Something that was in the previous Gol Gol and not in Buy.

-Bullshit.

The orcs are attracted to it. An overwhelming force of destruction. The figure of a king I've been chasing for years. Even if you know it's reckless, you'll follow Gol Gol's fanaticism.

Sole is now living in Buy's body. Dralia's handed forbidden fruit (Apple). Buy's hand holds a nearby tree. That grip that sharpens the thick tree trunk from the side you grip.

There is a king we should be wearing. The orcs' hearts are united.

"Orcs don't give in to nobody"

I once saw it in Gol Gol, the figure of a barbarian king. Joy tells them at their feet and runs through their heads.

The words spread across the oaks and the sole eventually became a huge roar and echoed around.

"BRUOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

The cries of the orcs who follow.

"Fight Yeee!!

After a rushing buoy, the orcs came together and attacked the humans.

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Gowen wanted to tongue over the nasty goblin in front of him. Set up a cane and don't give this one a think gap. Wind blades released countless times from earlier. The moment he tries to creep through the sole and approach it, an arrow emanates from the woods depicting an exact and unparalleled orbit.

"Trap, huh?"

It was totally unexpected that goblins would use traps, etc. If we gather under the intelligent King, is something so vicious called goblin?

Remembering the illusion that he is fighting humans, he strikes down the flying arrows and tries to get even one step closer to the goblin in front of him. But I don't go the way I think. Goblins using the magic in front of them did not try to get Gowen to squeeze more than a constant distance, like a pulling wave.

The blade of goblin wind in front of him cleaves his men, even as he tries to turn them to finish the archers lurking in the woods first. Though being Gowen was the only thing that was breaking down magic, demanding it from my men was something called cruelty.

Suddenly the goblin in front of me laughs at exactly the octagonal situation.

"Farewell. Humans. I advise you, don't go into the woods again. Otherwise..."

I even thought about chasing a fleeing goblin, but I wanted to tongue the shadows running from across the road that only slightly cut through the woods to the camp.

Soldier of his own army. Running in vain was that of the Decapitated.

"Have you lost?"

Losses I've experienced many times. But the next one is pretty bad among them.

It's all due to the sweetness of my quote.

Then why don't we minimize the damage and retreat to show it?

"Save your men who are retreating. I'll hit the enemy."

That's all he gave his escort's men, and Gowen welcomed his escaping men.

"Master Gowen! Goblins and oaks are working together to attack us!

Gowen did nothing wrong with the report. Goblinking confirmed. No, this forest situation is the enemy.

"All demons are known to be enemies. I will do the Shinkansen. Give us a hand on the weak, retreat!

I try to be calm as I venture into anger. I have always wanted this opportunity more than to give the territory adjacent to the Dark Forest. A dark forest invasion that gradually cut down trees, reduced the number of demons, and thoroughly reduced the risk of wearing treason stigma under the king's life.

I snap a popping oak in the neck under a blow.

"Madness... Are you"

A gaze reminiscent of a sharp blade peeps and kicks off the oak trying to move even when his neck is decapitated. Burning a quiet rage, Gowen cut and skipped the demon he was coming after.

Starting with the oak, where the enemy moved to unfamiliar goblins, the sole came.

Sir, you're a hard-wired man, aren't you?

A giant human being who falls back while hitting a team of enemies. Get rid of the goblins who fight to flock to it.

"Holy Knight... sorry I took your unconsciousness"

"I don't mind. I'll take this place on. I thank you for protecting my men. Go."

Dropping off the wounded wierd, the giant goblin stands in front of you.

"An unfamiliar demon."

"You're unfamiliar."

My bowels are about to boil back to my provocative attitude.

"I roar (slash)!"

Just to get started, it's Larshka who takes the lead. A slaughter with black light strikes Gowen, who still won't take a stand. But Gowen also steps in and at the same time strikes down and deactivates that black light.

"Doesn't it?"

"Demons can't beat people"

To Larshka, who laughs furiously, Gowen returns with no expression.

"Let's try… I seek the way of power (Enchant)!"

A stick with black light and Gowen's long sword hit him.

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Your husband has a voice.

It's a sad, uncut, screaming and misheard voice of anger.

Humans are horrible, but if your husband is fighting, you have to go. This happened because of your husband, who was away. Let's complain about it.

And then you fight over your husband's knees with that dusty human woman again.

I wonder if there are two grays.

I kind of miss it. I wasn't so far apart. Though he was running south because he hated the smell of iron he was wearing.

If I can be beside your husband again, sometimes it's not a bad idea to try.

Yeah, that's not bad.

"Wow on!"

I order my people to assemble.

"Hass, Nani?

"I'm so hungry."

The brothers and the fellows who fall asleep at their feet.

"Your husband, help!

"Oak meat!

Yeah, yummy meat! Is human's delicious? But it doesn't look delicious with such finesse, does it?

Oh, let's go! Shake your proud tail on the economy.

Kick the humans out!

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A bruised laceration all over his body, on one of his torn arms. Gene was walking in the woods with a wound that was not surprising when he was shocked to death in agony.

Dragging legs were hit by that vicious monster.

"Ha... ha... I have a goblin flair"

Even the quicker things (Fifiere) than thunder are lost, and we have to walk full of creativity, Gene. If we are raided by demons now, how can we not get rid of our predicament when it comes to the Holy Knight?

But what burns in his eyes is revenge for what drove him away. With a burning passion inside, just Gene takes his steps forward. Ahead is the slave who kept him waiting. If we get there for now, we can make sure we're safe. Later, once you are king's capital, you must reach the capital of Gowen and rest your body.

Heals wounds, regains vitality, and kills that demon. Otherwise, I can't protect myself.

"Gu......"

I was gazed at by a stumbling tree root. Step out again with frustration.

That's how I saw three slaves.

Leaving aside two slave warriors looking back at this one with a frightened look......

"What, your husband's back and there's no response?

Distorted by the painful and irresistible look, to laughing Gene, the fairy slaves don't even react. On the contrary, he even has a low groaning voice.

"... you don't care"

Everything, it doesn't go the way it wants. In frustration, Gene kicks Serena in the ass. Without even screaming, Serena rolled down the ground...

"Guuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!!

He peeled his white eyes and was flying bubbles out of his mouth.

"Nah..."

Serena reaches out to Gene, who tried to say!? Instantly the plant wraps and tightens around Gene's body. It's a force that she can't possibly put out, which is inherently sealed with subordinate collars.

A subordinate collar attached to a slave is one that suppresses its physical abilities and binds its actions by inflicting so much pain that the collar master loses consciousness if he wishes.

But Serena, who was forced to drink subhuman blood, has already lost consciousness. He's just running wild because of the rebellion of the subhuman blood that took him in.

Gene is caught in Serena's attack, which should have been able to deal with without suffering, and cannot give orders to the two slave warriors of the slave warrior.

The roots of the plants entering the mouth are entering the stomach from the throat.

"Ooh, what, whoa!?

Thoughts panic to the disgust of being forced to intrude foreign objects into your body.

"Uhhh!!

With the power of Serena, who lost sight, the woods swell even further. The momentum exploded, causing a sudden growth. The branches of the trees grow with a roar and tangle around Gene's neck.

"Oh, but hey!?

That's how I snapped Gene's neck.

Slurry, Gene's limbs hanging like powerless dolls.

"Sister, let's get out of here"

Josh, the slave warrior's brother, whispers to his sister. Serena is losing sight now. As it is, we will turn our fangs to ourselves eventually.

"I'm not running away from Atashi. If you want to go, you go alone."

Shmere watches Serena run wild. There is a desperate color on its side.

"It was a while, but that girl was one of us. I don't want to abandon my people."

"But, sister!

"Besides, if you run away from here, there's demons everywhere. Where the hell are you going?"

"It's..."

To Josh stuck in words, Shmere laughs bitterly.

"Damn, you brought me to a troublesome place, abominable!

Throw it away and touch the subordinate collar around your neck for just a moment.

But what are you gonna do with it?

"Get That Girl Back To Sanity"

"How are you doing, sister?"

"It could be. But it's okay. Once in a lifetime, it's not a bad idea to do good things... now you're free."

They are now free from the status of slaves because Serena has killed Gene. For her to have been educated as a slave warrior from a young age, freedom is an admiration in itself.

Then I won't be punished for giving back to Serena for flavoring that air. To Shumea's thoughts, Josh shook his head and gave up.

How the hell is this sister such a character for a long time? Ordinary slaves should be more, more mean.

"Sister, step back. I'll do the first attack."

"You don't have to. You have your..."

"Coming, sister!

I retorted my helmet and whispered the words of my sister, who was about to preach.