Goblin Kingdom

[Race] Goblin

Level 48

[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" (Lv1) Oak King "Buy" (Lv82)

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

Against anticipation, on an adversarial-free itinerary, the spellman Gi Zar Zarquand slaughtered the elbow. The enemy is not coming. Gi Zar thought the enemy would come because he naturally dispenses.

But I'm not coming. For example, it's the subordinates who accompany them that bother me.

"Better than the king, I thought this one could be targeted... but is it really an escape?"

Since his arrival in the Spider-Legged settlement, Gi Zar had been conducting research on the skills of the Spider-Legged Man. What nature and how is the yarn spinned? The effect of forcing Serena the Fairy Clan to take was surface. Every spiderlegged man is polite. In that way, he was a gi zer who spent his days with interest, but there are also doubts about this expedition.

The king seems to expect the enemy to escape... Gi Zar was feeling by making contact with ordinary subordinates that spiderlegged men with as few heads as Nikaia were out of the picture.

Goblins and other things are not enough to fear. There are strong indications that This probably applies to other sub-people as well. For example, is it possible to insult this one and fight from the front?

But contrary to Gi Zar's expectations, the enemy will not come. Or he might have gone to the king, but the king would have easily defeated him.

It is a coalition of eighty goblins and subhumans who can follow behind. While with the help of Gi Zi, the eye-opening eye, it will be in his service to safely follow this herd into the herd of the Humane Horse tribe.

Gi Zar sighed, partitioning the organization because it was too much for a group to travel through the woods, but still too much.

Each of the Longtail Clan (Lizarat) and Fang Clan (Ware Wolf) has already left with soldiers. It was only logical to block the rear of the human horse clan (Centaur), so we had to move ahead of ourselves.

Together with Gi Za now, it was the tribe of the Koro (Papyrthag), the subpeople led by Luger, who were treading through the forest. A mossy methyl rouger doesn't walk on his own feet. To the warcraft in service, he was on the move. He's not alone, his men are on some sort of warcraft. That's even something I don't see around here at all.

Large. That's what travels on giant turtles like four times as many goblins.

The ancient beast Gi Gee Old will probably envy you if he sees it, and Gi Zah looks at the state of it sideways with misplaced sentiments. But when I say tortoise, it's not like it's moving too slowly, it's like the tortoise that grows all over your body is helping you move. What kind of plant is it, Gi Za looks strangely sideways and flirty.

As I noticed how it was, the mossy Mello rouger pulls a turtle next to Gi Zar, who was progressing as far as the group.

"What can I do for you?

Don't bluff. Gi Zar nodded honestly to Luger's words. He decided to follow his desires honestly.

"I'm interested in that turtle. No, more importantly, it's the bamboo. Why are you aiding the turtle in its movements? What if it's magic? Magic that we don't have in a sub...... no, that's a skill. I want you to tell me if you have it! Of course, it doesn't matter if it belongs to another sub. No, it's a shortage. If the sub is close to the fairies, if you know anything about fairy magic, you must ask for it too!

Soon Gi Zar rode on the turtle and even came in front of Rouger.

Naturally, Rouger was taken aback by the impetus.

"Let's answer one by one first"

"Uhm, please"

Because the general on the goblin side and the general on the subhuman side are at such a pace, naturally those below will imitate it. When a curious goblin squeezes his courage and speaks to a nearby sub, the conversation plays out step by step that at first was some squeaky conversation.

"What, these guys eat meat, and you guys grass!?

Darshka of the Guidoga family opened her eyes in amazement. I am shocked by the fact that the warcraft that is served devours meat and that it is better served with grass as its staple food.

"I heard that goblins can see at night, but is that true?

"Mm-hmm. I work out more every day as an archer at night. But there is no comparison between the chiefs. Still enough refinement."

Le Rowe of Gunla answers the subhuman inquiry.

One, sighed that Gi Zi, the only thing in trouble, was the opening eyes proceeding according to the subordinate of the dirt scale of the guide.

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In the settlement of the Humane Horse tribe, those who lost to the Goblins were returning. Upon hearing the report, Dyzos, when he learned of Darkitania's death, first calmed the clan, returned to his room alone and quietly shed tears.

"Chief!"

His house is offered to two of the fairy clans, so what he is now in is a foreclosed abode. Dizos hisses his eyebrows at what those who rush in there have told him.

"You think Nikaia's here?

To the report, Daizos left the room with his own spear.

"... what side down, you came to see me"

The anger that pushed him to death is already near the boiling point. With some kind of detachment, you could even throw the spear in your hand at Nicea.

"I'm here to discuss, I see... that Lord Dyzos is not coming out of his own house"

Nikaia was calm, even though she had arrows from behind and spear tips poked at her. Probably a fairy messenger wearing to this settlement.

"But what's the matter? Lord Dyzos would have been more involved with the fairy clan."

"It's your fault. Ugh!

Compared to the sober Nikaia, Daizos pounds his furious hair, but eats and hangs with momentum.

"I was going to say something about me and the fairies in that conference room. But why don't you open the lid! Bringing in the possessed goblins, the meeting is a mess. At the end of the sentence, you say it's an alliance against humans? You can't possibly work with a goblin or something. Ugh!

I said so much at once, exhaling a rough breath.

"Why can't we put it together? You think they're more savage than we are?

"It would be barbarically decided. You, now..."

What didn't you say first from there was your adherence as a chief? The death of a young compatriot is what he himself commanded. Just because it didn't win, blame the goblins, etc., even insults the dead.

Dizos stuck his spear to the ground in an effort to manage his emotions, which still seemed rampant.

Lord Dyzos.

Nicea, who nearly opened her mouth, says and squeezes her mouth again. But when he never opened his mouth, he repeated the same words as he had just said.

"... discuss it. Lord Dyzos, do not engage the fairy clan in a dispute. Now, not yet..."

"What says the spider-legged man who made an alliance with them first!

Pulling through the spear that pierced the ground, he commands those around him.

"Keep it locked up! However, it does not cause unnecessary harm. We are proud of ourselves. Remember that."

Let Nikaia take him, and Dizos will be in his room again.

Nicea's words were repulsed in my head.

"I..."

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Alert the raid, but still hurry forward as much as possible. Perhaps there is also an impending crisis in Nicea, where we went to stop. If the siege is completed quickly, it will also lighten the strain on the clan of fangs and longtails that are supposed to block so much rear.

But since then, there have been no attacks from the Humans.

This damage shouldn't be so serious. No wonder he attacked me again somewhere.

You're not coming...... position the goblins forward, rearward, left and right. Keeping the speed intact is the accumulation of fatigue in the goblins. Serena's interrogated human horse tribe of the fairy tribe doesn't seem to rumble against Serena, but she still keeps her mouth shut.

Or maybe you don't know anything.

"Husband, hey, hurry up, why don't you rinse?

The breath also constantly Shumea says stupidity. Looking back, even the Normal Goblins breathed constantly.

No choice, slow down.

─ ─ Damn, you're in a hurry. I am.

I am in danger of losing the understanders I have gained. Should I have stopped, even though I wanted to? I just stare forward, scorching my chest in agony. Please be safe.

I don't think she's reckless enough to fly in without a chance.

But still. Just like an unexpected raid, it doesn't necessarily work the way you want it to.

"Sir, do you have a minute?

"What?"

Words get blurry by accident.

Shumea smiles back at me like that.

"Don't worry, you won't be able to, so change your mind a little bit."

Change your mind?

"Worrying about the safety of his sister means questioning her power."

I know, but still.

"It's the script my husband and that sister drew, isn't it? The rest depends on the actors dancing on stage. It's just a loss to worry."

Let's go easy, and get some peace of mind back to Shmere, who laughs.

"... sure. Loss?"

"Yes, yes."

Exhale hot breath. Sometimes I pass on my anxiety slowly to the other goblins.

"That's right, sir"

Tell Shmere to giggle and thank her.

"Thank you. If you need anything in the future, I'll ask for it."

"Here, look, can you be nice and say thank you?

Does my kind words mean anything, or play? Either way, I couldn't help but put a bitter smile on my mouth.

Two days later, we reach the settlement of the Humans.

Behind my expectations, they were consolidating the protection of the settlement and taking a stand in battle.

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If you think you're out of the spire, now we're talking about appearing in the Secretary of the Interior's office.

To such an unreasonable order, Lecia was heartfelt angry. But I'm not a kid enough to put that on the table. I'm glad I bumped into dissatisfaction thinking about becoming that goblin king.

I wonder why I could have bumped into dissatisfaction, considering...

"I'm not angry, I'm not moving, and that's why you asked for my opinion, and it was quick to deal with it..."

A bump and a small, crushing voice is the least you need to hear around you. Squeeze in your mouth, mmm, and roar.

Trouble, I can't think of anything bad.

"Though memories are said to be beautified..."

Phew, the last sight comes to mind when I sigh. That figure who reached out and tried to save himself.

"I'm sure he's alive."

When I look up at him, he sees the luxurious doors of creation. Doors with silver and gold finishes in overdecorated areas.

When it's a gold hobby, its heavy doors open as I think.

"Oh, thank you very much, Virgin."

In the room, it was the secretary of the interior of this country who was cramping his fat body into a chair. He was certainly a man of a reputation who was made up solely of his high status as Count.

A gaze that was pointed at his face passes through the line of his neck and he does not hesitate to stroke around his chest, and around his hips. I couldn't help but notice the discomfort and I had goosebumps.

"Come on in."

The soldiers in the escort are holding back in front of the door. Sit on the recommended couch with the idea that it would be okay. Count of the Secretary of the Interior face-to-face. When it comes in the form of facing across a tall table, it drifts all the way to Lecia, where the scent of a tough cologne faces off.

Shake off the sweet temptation to go home now, and a piece of paper will be offered.

The other day, I reported on the results of looking around at slums and stuff. At that time, as a request, I served it with a three-day cookout, a proposal to improve the slam, etc., but knowing or not Lecia's wish to be immediately on the subject, the Count of the Secretary of the Interior begins to extend from introducing himself.

"... so my Count family..."

The Count of the House, who continues to boast, in total disregard of Lecia, who is going to be faceless along the way. Inside Lecia, I really compare it to that goblin king.

I don't know what the king would have done, but I think he just told me the conclusion without telling such a meaningless story. If not, no, he told me where it wasn't working.

The Count finally realizes the sigh that leaks unexpectedly.

"Oh, that was boring for the Virgin."

"No...... more about this report I submitted, will you adopt it?

The Count frowned at Lecia, who told her only what she needed to do administratively.

"Unfortunately, it's financially impossible to cook out once every three days. The same goes for improving the slam, for example. My country is currently engaged in a crusade between the barbarians of the north and a border dispute between the south... and this is the only place to talk about building a colonial city to the west."

I didn't know how much I could trust that hand's "just here," but I'm talking about the war again. But speaking of the west, there must only be a forest. I think of a tough face that I've never laughed at before.

"Is it a colonial city in the West"

"Whatever, Your Majesty asked about Lord Gowen's proposal."

Looks like we're gonna have a real fight.

But could the king keep it quiet? I can't think of it that way very much.

"Thank you very much. It was a meaningful time."

"Wouldn't it be a little better, if anything, a good cup of tea?"

"No, excuse me"

Stand up and turn your heels back at the same time. To the extent that he did not lose his gratitude, the Count struck his tongue at the appearance of Lecia, who walked away as quickly as possible.