Goblin Kingdom

[Race] Goblin

[Level] 45

[Class] King/Unified

[Possession Skills] "Son of Chaos Ghost Ruler", "Rebel Soul", "Roar Eating Heaven and Earth", "Sword Moving 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" (Lv77) Grey Wolf "Gastra" (Lv20) Grey Wolf "Cynthia" (Lv45) Oak King "Buy" (Lv82)

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

"Are you really going, my king?

I snort silently at the words of the spellman Gi Zar Zarkend.

"I hate to say the bad words at the end of the same ore, but Lord Mid is so fierce that he is called by two names of brutality. On the other hand, the Fang Clan is a agile move, never weak. Why don't you at least admit to accompanying your men?

Nicea wants to make my actions reckless this time, too.

"I need my men to welcome the main unit coming this way. Gi Za naturally needs others to work as Gi Za's hands and feet. So, I'm alone this time."

When you look so anxious, I'm in trouble, too.

"It's the king's decision. Let's try to obey."

Everyone pulls back, following Gi Zar, who pulls back.

Even when it comes to preparation, it's not called this.

"Okay, I'm coming"

The northern forest designated by Mido seems to arrive in a day if it runs. I turned my back on the area where his clan now has a tentative residence.

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"Did you make me do it again?

No, I don't mind.

What greeted me in the presence of Jen-royalty was Mido waiting for me with his eyes shimmering. Those who stood behind him were the lords of his clan? I stripped my fangs and there is an atmosphere that is likely to strike me even now. Men who can't help but bend. Muscles that are just ripe, sharp eyes, open intervals to the point where they are not disturbed. Sounds like a lot of powerful men, not a single strand of which.

"Come on, this way"

If you look behind the prompting mid, signs of anger rise even more intensely than the color of your shitty, shiny eyes. Is something wrong? Or was this what you were after from the start?

But it's strange to be angry. If you're clearly willing to kill me, you should push it to kill me. We've never had contact with a clan of fangs in the last few days. When I met him at the meeting, he certainly didn't disgust us, but he didn't even feel angry. Then why now?

At any rate, they're going to need a sword on their hips.

That's a shame. It would have been much better if we had been on our side.

Once you grab the patterned head of the sword, make sure of the nigiri and follow after the mid.

"You're very welcome."

If they want to, they have an idea. At any rate, let's thoroughly stimulate them.

"Hmm."

"A clan of fangs honoring martial arts? It's a fine thing."

"... what are you trying to say"

"I guess your martial arts are what you get for riding one person in large numbers. One stomach hurts."

I can hear the mid squeezing his teeth.

From what I've seen at the meeting, I know this guy is a straight forward guy. Then we have to devise a way that we can fight in a precisely advantageous way, even if we are in a one-on-one majority.

Defeat will not be tolerated by me, the king.

If you lose, that is, defeat as a Goblin race. My defeat is directly linked to the defeat of the entire Goblin race.

That's all I thought about. I slammed my mouth. Well, I don't know if I can think of anything right now. Should I have asked for an escort honestly?

Just before you leave, once you mock yourself for not following the words of Gi Zar or Nicea, it follows after a mid that keeps walking.

But it's quite a continuation of patience.

This man hasn't attacked me because of his earlier provocation. I guess the anger is being directed at me just to dampen this guy's intuition... what did you do?

Being attacked without knowing why is not a good idea.

"Got it, out-of-the-way."

Passed through is where the area is grassy. Only this place. For some reason, there are no giant trees. When I looked around and hid in the shadow, there was a stirring noise and the shaking of the shadow in front of me, and I instantly stood up for what had come out.

─ -Grey wolf!?

"As far as that reaction goes, you seem to know"

Coming to the back of your brain is a dead fight against that turn, Connection. It was Duke at the time, and my memory of the battle came out of my head with all my dying power.

It's not that wolf in front of you. Shake off the shadow of a formidable enemy who should have fought and defeated once.

─ ─ It can't be!

When I thought the surroundings were shaken, it was the various gray wolves, large and small, who showed up one after the other.

"It's our friend. Come on, I'll leave you to your referee. I don't think it's anything other than the death penalty anyway."

I can hear Mido laughing down the back.

I'm sweet too.

I didn't even consider fine dust until before I left for the possibility of being betrayed. Does that mean that it was a trust in the subpeople, that they saw Nicea's attitude and made up their minds, but that if the race is different, they also have different aversions to betrayal? So much so that they have to put me in a trap and kill me, are these guys still angry because of the gray wolf in front of them?

─ ─ Then.

Then take it and stand.

I did take an oath when I broke that gray wolf. The challenge of any man shall be taken as king.

"Grrrrrrrrrrrr"

One one-eyed gray wolf moves forward. Two left and two right to lean in, and one big body in the herd blocks in front of me. Is this the head of the herd? Then only slaughter and kill this guy and open his way.

The siege shrinks slightly and the pressure increases.

and.

"Wow on!"

Little shadow figure jumping in from the outside inside the circle of siege.

A small shadow descends between me and the head of the flock.

Cynthia.

The look of Cynthia roaring and curbing the wolf before me. I was worried because I didn't see him for a few days, but was he safe? But it's not all good. Can we get Cynthia through this siege?

Calculating in my head, I feel the pressure on the siege wheel has weakened.

"Lady!?

It was mid to scream a bare mad scream.

Lady? Who are you talking about? No way, Cynthia. What do you mean!?

Unable to grasp the situation, Cynthia comes forward with a roaring voice. Should I stop it?

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"What are you going to do, young fang?"

'I thought about it overnight. I thought about it, I thought about it... but your father is still your father. I want to be your father's child!

'You, overnight our word... but this man has defeated our chief. When will you take it without taking revenge now?

Those around them were watching Cynthia interact with her fierce fangs. Why does the young and little Cynthia's raised voice resonate so much in her chest?

Sounds like you want to drool your head by accident. Even if I don't know the wiser big fangs directly, I think about them unexpectedly. This should be the strongest of the herds, the bloodline entrusted to the future by the fierce fangs.

A voice that sounds strong and wise.

'Then hold it down with force. My fangs can no longer stand before vengeance!

Fierce fangs step forward.

If you touch your father with one finger, I will never forgive you! As the son of Goblin King Taru and Lecia Mother, you can't beat me!

"Poor thing! Goblin, I know you can't be our parent... '

Two activated at the same time was a blow over the disease. collide with each other in order to blow the other's body as the wind. But naturally higher mass is more advantageous. Cynthia is blown away as she stands directly in front of her fierce fang blow.

Cynthia is blown high in the air, but when she cleverly twists her body in the air, she lands with four legs. Again, dare to hit your body in the event of a disease.

'It's no use!

A fierce fang that bounces off the front of its body. Follow Cynthia further down, shake her front leg up, and shake it down. A blow to the big fangs in the herd is enough to rock the ground. That's next to Cynthia's face, slapped.

"The difference in power is historical. Give up. I don't want to hurt you.

That is certainly a word with warmth that makes flesh parents feel. But Cynthia bit at the words that were going to get into her mind.

'I don't like it! I'll protect your father!

When I shake up my bitten front leg, every Cynthia's body hits the ground this time.

Cynthia's body screaming every time she gets slapped and the spirit that cuts it off. But the fangs that were biting also finally loosen and Cynthia's body is thrown to the ground. To some shock, was it best in the toddler's body just to resist? Cynthia with no movement.

'... all the while, goblins. Put my blood muscles on my hands. "

When the fierce fangs burning in anger turned their backs on Cynthia and tried to turn to the king of Goblin. I feel uncomfortable with my tail and look back.

"Stay away from your father!

The difference in power was supposed to be historical. But a moment of alarm, being thrust through it, Cynthia lifts her tail by tail, and throws her. Fierce fangs rage at that lapse.

"Be nice and stick it up!!

At the time of the disease, from the point of view of the body, the fangs that cleave the tough fur of the gray wolf stand on Cynthia, as the name of the fierce fangs suggests. A fierce fang that strikes Cynthia, twisting herself and retreating, to the point of obstinacy.

Gradually Cynthia's body is engraved with scratches. Bleeding takes away health. If that's young Cynthia, the drain comes too soon.

Twist your body trying to escape from the upper and lower fangs that are caught together, but do not completely shred off, scratching your front leg. I don't mind bleeding, jumping back. The furthering fangs are restrained with the forelegs, but the furious fangs come forward without any concern.

"Cynthia!"

It was the king of goblins who shouted. You just can't stand it anymore, put up a sword pulled out of your hips and ask for two to fight.

Don't come, it's okay!

Even if I don't know what that means, I can communicate with the will. To Cynthia's powerful voice, the king of Goblin once let his face swoop up to the ground.

"If anything happens to Cynthia, I'll hunt you all down thoroughly!

Growl enough to devour heaven and earth. That voice, which resembled intimidation, frightened the surrounding wolves and the mid behind them. But the two fighting in it have little effect. The two of them fight with so much concentration.

I can no longer afford to be caught off guard with my fierce fangs because they are toddlers. Every time we exchange fangs, Cynthia's blow gets sharper. It was a proof that the great blood muscles of the wise Great Fang were indeed also flowing to the little wolf in front of him.

The great bloodstream stands before itself. The phantom of a cousin who once chased his back is now standing in front of him!

Fever running on cheeks. Cynthia's fangs scratched her cheeks. Cut enough to rip off the gray wolf fur. What's in front of you is supposed to be a full-blown childhood fang.

But if you lose a little bit of your mind, you can grasp the fantasy of losing.

As if it were my great cousin in front of me today.

"Impossible, impossible!

With full force, aim for the phantom throat as if to shake off the phantom that annoys you...

Unexpectedly, I greet the shock transmitted from right under my posterior jaw.

In an inverting consciousness, the majesty of the great fangs that I once pursued overlapped with the little figure in front of me.

Cynthia, with her fierce fangs down, approached beneath the king of Goblin. King of Goblins on one knee and welcoming. When she came not long before that, she woke up, her upper body, and she stood up with two legs, and approached the king of greetings and such.

"Father... me, me!

The king's hand supported it, which was about to fall.

"... it's a stupid thing. Why do you imitate that? I won't abandon you without such imitation."

A gentle hug strokes the wound with love.

That face that narrows your eyes belongs to a merciful father far from a vicious goblin.

Have you lost your mind, Cynthia falls asleep on the spot. It would be the impact of extreme concentration and a sleepless night. In the meantime, one grey wolf advances out of the herd.

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When a one-eyed crushed wolf comes forward, he roars.

Who's next? How dare you bring me Cynthia? I have to be sure to return the favor. I tried to put my hand on the sword, and Mido shouts a barbaric voice behind me.

"Well, if the elders say so, in the name of their friends, do it."

A mid with an uncut voice turns to me.

"Hey, goblin. I hear the elder wants to talk. From now on, my words are those of the elders of our friends. Listen carefully."

In the mid voice behind me, I'm not killin '. Apparently the Fang clan can communicate with the Grey Wolf of their will.

"O king of goblins. I heard you came from the east. Wouldn't my clan have gone there?"

When the gray wolf in front of you roars, you can hear him from the mid behind you.

"It was quite a while ago, but I have fought with the Grey Wolf's turn (cont 'd). Probably about that."

"Now that you're here, it's your turn."

"I buried one by hand. And the one that was left was to bear these children, and to remain so."

Is it because of the sentiment of the wolf in front of you that Mido's voice is trembling, or is it Mido's own trembling?

"So you're my son's enemy, my grandson's benefactor?"

Are you kidding me? I didn't think the gray wolf had that kind of emotion. I didn't know what I only thought of as a warcraft had the will and the feeling of companionship.

"... is there anything that could be the shape of my son?

Shut up and take out the grey wolf fur I'm putting in the armor gap. The fur of those who fought me that got blurry. And it's Cynthia and Gastra's turn.

The gray wolf in front of him slowly, moved forward in front of him and poked his nose at the fur in front of him.

"... thank you. My son died fighting majestically."

"Wow, wow, wow!"

The gray wolf in front of you howls high, as if screaming for sorrow.

As I echoed, the surrounding wolf standing also howled.

It's like letting it reach the head of a clan who should be in heaven and high, who ended up in his homeland.

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Cynthia's level increases.

45 ⇒ 1

[Individual Name] Cynthia

[Race] Greywolf

[Level] 1

[Class] Adult/Herd Successor

[Skills Possessed] "Disease Rage," "Penetration," "Great Blood," "Beast King Roar," "King of Meadows," "Raging Fang," "Wise Wolf."

[Kashi] "Goddess of Wisdom"

[Attributes] None

[Status] Subordinate to goblinking

Rage of Disease

─ ─ You can accelerate at the same time as you raise your growl.

"Penetration"

─ ─ Hit each body and blow the target away.

The Great Blood.

─ ─ Growth rate increases.

─ ─ It has an attractive effect on warcraft of its kind.

"Beast King Roar."

─ ─ Inflicts an intimidating effect on enemies who are weaker than themselves.

─ ─ Temporarily lift your own power by growling.

King of the Meadows.

─ ─ Increase resilience in meadows (small)

─ ─ You can lead a lower wolf or dog breed.

Raging Teeth.

─ ─ Increases Attack. (Small)

The Wise Wolf.

─ ─ Allows communication of will between the same species.

─ ─ It allows some communication of will between the fae.

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