Goblin Kingdom

[Race] Goblin

59

[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", "Family of the Gods", "King Dances on the Dead Line", "First Serpent's Eye", "Magic Manipulation", "Soul of the Raging Champion", "Third Chant", "Intuition of the Warrior", "Blessing of the Underworld Goddess", "Leader"

[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"

"You don't mind, do you?

Confirm intentionally low and low.

"Oh, do it"

When Mido laughs invincibly so that he can only see me, he turns his back.

Feeling my surrounding eyes, I raised my voice.

"This subhuman disobeyed my life, and even, he disputed my strategy! This is the act of putting a lion between us goblins and fairy clans who desire friendship, and it is by no means an act that we can forgive, say the chiefs of the subhumans!

It's like a cloud, but it has to be as easy to understand as this.

"What's the strategy of the operation to abandon the fairy clan and run away!

To Mido's barking voice, I let my face faint in anger.

"Don't you get it yet! I don't know what happens when you turn against me!

Swing down the whip in your hand, swinging it down so that it sounds flashy.

"Gu Gu!"

He tries to smile as he hears the screaming mid.

"What do you say, I get it!

"Ha, n! What a blow..."

"Hold him down!"

Let the goblins hold down their arms and wave down a short whip with nine numbers of leather strings attached to the pattern. Make the words stop on the way and strike the back of the mid as many times as you are leaving it to anger.

The show lasted for about half an hour (30 minutes).

"Well, if you think about it, you'll have to turn yourself around in the future!

I'm a lousy actor, but better than not. Kick the slow-moving mid at the end to return the heel so as not to be exquisitely deliberate.

"Keep it in the barn!

Return to the old chief's house, make sure you don't have any surrounding eyes, and then sit back in the chair somewhere. Exhale deeply and try to change your mind.

"Thank you very much, you're tired"

To Shunaria's voice, leak a bitter laugh.

"While I'm at it, even if I know it's an act... no, because I know it. Don't get tired. I don't want to do it again."

"Goblin is more... no, it's nothing"

"Did you think that you were brutal and liked to abuse others?

"... Yes"

My bitter smile deepens at the shnaria that leans over me.

"It's not a mistake. We love blood, we cruel, we abuse the hostile. But I... No, not my delivery guys."

I can put my strength into the bottom of my belly so I can see for myself.

"We are warriors. Fighting is to make the world recognize its power. Only if you are a victor can you be tolerant of the hostile. I can't do anything about a loser being merciful. We have always been losers. A loser cannot afford to just tolerate his opponent. But not anymore."

True black (Verid) tangled in the right arm and the will of a double-headed snake dwelling on the jewel of the left arm stir through the body.

"The victors until yesterday will not necessarily win again today. Ten thousand steps behind, but you challenge a man who hegemonizes this world to fight. For that, we must be strong. The body, of course, and the spirit."

Exhale thinly and think of Puel Sinforua, an enemy that is still elusive.

"This time we win. I want to win and unify Silf and form a true friendship with your father."

"Are you serious about that?

"Whatever. Once born, we strive for far higher heights."

Perhaps the fairies who think of the woods as ideals don't understand.

"... to me, I don't understand. But I know you're special. You're the subordinates and the goblins, so they follow you."

We have a will. But that's all.

◆ ◇ ◇

"... for a long time, should I say. I wonder which side it came back on. Fall-on old."

Fenito, unable to kill his anger, was staring at the old man standing in front of him as he clasped his face.

"Yes, it's also something that makes it dangerous. To an old man, it's hard to tell him to stay standing. I suppose it is Lord Fenito, the Great Sheikh, who shows tolerance to those who bring useful information?

The old man's power, said to have wised only the number of wrinkles, makes him regain only a little reason in the wrath of Phenito.

"I don't need a compliment. I'll decide if it's beneficial or not. You can't be overconfident that what you have is absolute."

Fallon laughs softly as he handles his whitened beard.

"Well, I guess I'll let the Great Sheikh judge me"

That said, there are two pieces of information Fallon has brought.

Goblin and subhuman misconduct.

Accompanied by goblins and fairy tribes leaving the Symphol Forest.

When he heard the story, Fenito was vigilant at the same time as confused.

The story is too good. But when Fallon spoke of the details, he snorted and giggled.

"He couldn't contain the goblins, even if he shouted wisely in a prolonged battle. They're fierce and brutal."

"It's a stupid thing. He doesn't know he needs a whip to contain the beast."

Fenito recommends the chair to Fallon when he thinks about it a little bit.

"This, thank you"

Fallon laughs softly at Fenito's behavior, which he admits is worth discussing.

"So, aren't there only sub-people in the Symphol Forest right now?"

"Let it be. Did I mention Lord Puell or something? Because of him, the damage to the goblins seems to only increase."

Keep your gaze away from Fallon, and Fenito staring at the wall turns to Fallon again.

"If so... Occupy is easy, too?

Fallon nodded at Phenito, who carefully chooses one word at a time.

"More than in ancient times, we would know if we looked at humans that tribes with inner worries perish by externalities. The same would be true of Forni today. It's a shame..."

"Hmm, what's the waste? The chiefs who made stupid decisions that tied them to goblins and others, and the people who follow them, are fools who have lost their pride as fairies. We must defeat them as a matter of fairies."

Knocking on the table, Fenito stands up and calls people.

"I'll get you to work, old Fall-on... because you're the chief of Gastia, a western necessity, even though you're old and short!

Fenito yelled at the fairy man entering the room.

"War! Get ready! Now is the time to remind Forni!

◆ ◆ ◇

Puel, who grabbed information that Fenito Sinforua was leading his own gesture to the Sinforu Forest, hastily asked to see him.

She and the warriors under her command are originally from the Symphol Forest. We can't ignore the sheikhs, even though we're also increasing the number of participants from Shane and the Gilad Forest now.

Puel doesn't know why Fenito leads the soldiers to attack Symphol right now. She herself feels clear signs of a trap.

If there is a weakness for Puell who sees too much, it was to measure others by reference to himself. In other words, she heard the news of Fenito's march with the perception that she "should naturally also look like Fenito because she sees herself”. Naturally, he opened his eyes in amazement and decided to send out a messenger to meet Fenito.

Indeed, Fall-on Gastia surrenders and Forni is in a position where he can be sandwiched from the west and south. Then all you have to do is let Fallon attack Symphol first.

It may be a dirty way to put it, but I didn't think it was possible, for example, to admit surrender lightly if you didn't feel like throwing it away.

But this time, Fenito is leading the way, flying all the way to the settlement to march “in the name of the chairman of the Wise Men's Council”. Accompany Fallon beside......

No matter how ignorant Fenito himself is about the battle, he is no longer the chief of the greatest of the fairy clans of the wind. Each settlement would send out warriors according to its authority, and that authority was sufficient to cover up Fenito's weaknesses.

The army in Sinforua today was like walking on a cliff without knowing it.

Save your own shadow on the water in the bathroom and wash your face.

"... if Symphol is a trap, can it prevent it? No, can you break it if it's a trap?

Ask repeatedly at the worst that floats behind your own brain.

In response to several street questions and answers, she glances over the water again.

"My dear Puel."

The voice is heard from nowhere, and if you raise your gaze, the figure of a black-winged feather worm drifting in the air.

'There is a way to live in the west. Don't you die...'

"Um, it is!

Before Puell asks, the featherworms disappear. Unexpectedly a hand stretched out into the void touched the surface of the water without force, spreading ripples.

"Dear Puel Sinforua! Dear Fenito replied. They're going to see you in the Shane Forest."

"Oh, yes."

Puel, who returned to me in response to the voice, hurried out of the bathroom to change his clothes and hurried to the woods of Shane.

"It's dangerous..."

The first thing she noticed as she entered the Shaving Forest was the relaxed air. I can't see anyone caring for a weapon in them who starts eating at will of each of them without being sloppy and spends their time at will.

"Exactly, when you're a great chief, you can afford the warriors under your command."

"Do you really think so?

I accidentally turn a sharp gaze at Felby's words beside me.

"Yeah, it looks like it."

"Enough is enough. Let's go see Fenito."

With Felby on his shoulder, Puell headed for a meeting with Fenito.

Puel, who met Fenito, day-to-day quiet approached him like a lie.

"Phenito! Stop going to the Symphol Forest now!

"Suddenly they come and say what! This is a decision as a chief, I want you to stop saying things in a personal way!

"It's not personal or anything. This is an enemy trap! Step into the forest of Sinfor and you will be in a counterattack between Forni and Goblin!

"Now, let us have proof! My cousins, they're not judging me based on my baseless confidence!

Puel, who doesn't even see what's going on around him, closes his eyes once clogged and looks at Phenito again.

"Think about it from the circumstances..."

"The situation? So there's no clear evidence that they're setting a trap, is there?

As soon as Puel tried to say it, he captures the word butt and Fenito overlaps the words all at once.

"It's..."

"My cousin, the army is no longer in motion. Besides, there are already 600 warriors under my command. Match it with your cousin and I'll count 1,000. With all this number, no settlement can fall."

Under Phenito, in fact, were packed a total of 600 armies of subhuman slave units 200 and fairy warriors 400.

"The problem is, after dropping the settlement..."

"Don't worry. After you drop it, let's immediately invade Forni and put an end to this senseless feud! It means resting at last on my uncomfortable cousin."

Indeed, if we can attack Forni without breathing after dropping Symphol, this senseless feud will end. That puel also has to be convinced.

But is that possible with this lax discipline of the army? Puell asks himself a few questions and is silent.

"That's it, isn't it? So far, then, I will pass on instructions through Captain Felby in the future. Okay, we have a meeting, so now."

"Ah, phenito!

A fairy clan of escorts enters between Phenito and Puel, pulling them apart.

"What are we gonna do? Puel."

Without having to be told by Felby, Puell put a tight lip on Fenito's words.

"Let's do what we can"

Puell carves a deep crease between his eyebrows if he has to at least reduce the damage.

"Well, that's how we always do it."

Felby responded with a gentle laugh.

◆ ◆ ◇

We breathed in the woods, waiting for the night.

It was five days ago that the coalition forces of Sinforua occupied the forest of Sinforua, from which they have not moved. Check the direction of the breeze blowing, check the goblins and fairy clans and the subhumans holding back.

Strong winds are blowing from the south to the north.

"Come on."

I didn't need to utter many words.

We move through the woods.

Raise the Blackflame Sword (Flamberge) and go for the Symphol Forest. Along the way, the scouts and fairy clans, led by Gi Ji Arsil, who assassinated Sinforua's soldiers on the lookout, will one after the other.

The forests of Forni, Sinforua, Shane, Gastia, Girado and Sinforu, also known as the Great Settlement among the fairy tribe settlements, have rapidly consolidated their defences since this conflict began.

Build a barrier at the entrance of the street, and spread a fence around the forest surrounding the living space by conveying sturdy trees. A fence made of thorny thorns and fast-growing trees. Behind it, giant trees are arranged without gaps and utilized as walls.

Originally, the fairy clan is protected by the forest as a son of wind and water and equipped with the power to manipulate plants. As the battle progressed, Schule told me that that's why they can go through the wooded sea like goblins can't.

Civil works of the fairy clan are carried out by moving the growing plants intact. The massive ones move giant trees in hundreds, adjust the position of the branches, and use the living tree as a barrier.

However, there is naturally an individual difference in power. It was naturally better to use force in a group, but it was characteristic of this world that it possessed a certain degree of power as an individual.

The castle gate, where the raw trees stood, was quiet.

We come to a position where we can see it, and we breathe.

"It's time..."

The sister god of the red moon (Elvey) becomes the full moon and the sister goddess of the moon (Navy) becomes the half moon. The bleeding wind loses the protection of the goddess of moonlight (Vidina), and the darkness of the god of night (Ya Jans) descends around her.

We waited for the signal.

◆ ◆ ◇

Occupying Symphol was easy enough to clap through.

The only ones who surrendered were those centered on the fang subpeople. And they were fairy people who had no fighting skills. Fenito behaves generously to them like that.

No longer, victory is in front of us. He has the power to count 1,000 under his banner.

"Me, I'm the mid of the fang clan. Thank you for accepting my surrender."

It was Felby and Puell who responded to the subpeople who came out held by their companions. She followed him without saying anything, although Puell was being pressed for some semblance of trouble on something.

Nor did Felby complain so much.

"Is that wound a battle?

"No, embarrassing story, but I got hit by a goblin bastard. I can't believe you were trying to make an alliance with that, chewing up the sweetness of your judgment."

The whole body of the mid lowering his head would have been whipped. I can finally see the scar standing.

"It's terrible..."

Puell snorts at Felby's thoughts, too.

"We do not intend to harm you. Rest assured."

"There is one... but"

The two following the eyebrowing mid gaze find out that the slave squad has a mid gaze.

"We've lived as warriors. At least that was the case in the Orient of Forni. But... are our people slaves among you?

"It's..."

Felby responds instead to Puell, who is cramped with answers.

"They have their way of life. I heard you used to be a slave, but I don't know why. If you're interested, you can ask."

Felby puts his hand on Puell's shoulder and prompts him ahead.

"Yeah, then we're in this. See you tomorrow for more stories."

That's how Mido stared silently at the two backs leaving. From the next day, I saw the surrendered sub-men speaking to the slave troops of the sub-people, but even Puel never cared.

The only thing that occupied her mind was going straight to Forni with the whole army. How will you convince Phoenito of that? And Forni, who will probably be attacking us, was occupied with a lot in dealing with the coalition of goblins, and couldn't afford to break even about them.

That's how she woke up on the fifth day of occupying the Symphol Forest with an ominous hunch on her teetering chest. The wind is strong and I am whispering low to warn you.

"It feels disgusting...... why is my chest so tedious?

As he walks out of his bedroom, he walks out with a bow and dagger in his hand to see how the night police are doing.

"God of the wind (Kastur), God of the water (Ilen), please… protect your sons. God of the Woods (Chetzen), please protect us..."

Walking down the night lane, Puell looks around to see what's going on around him.

The soldiers of Sinforua get drunk everywhere, and I guess they were having a feast today. Sigh in their ugliness. Eventually, she couldn't convince Fenito to head to Forni early.

It was all too easy to occupy the Sinforu Forest, but the atmosphere was therefore stirred up that it was an easy victory for the coalition forces of Sinforua, who assumed that this battle could be won without the need to make sacrifices.

Puell turns his foot toward his own troops.

"Hey, what's up? Puel?"

Felby was at the south gate leading to Shane. She sighs at Felby, who narrows her eyes to the wind blowing through and drinks fresh water by herself.

"Something I couldn't sleep with...... but I don't know about alcohol during the night police"

"Hmm, you'll be fine. There are no enemies on this side. You can compare bow arms if you're not drunk."

"I know you're strong for alcohol"

Felby turns to Puell with a frown, realizing that there is no usual stiffness in the objection.

"What, is that your usual concern?

"Yeah, well"

"You're as worried as ever. Well, I guess that's also the beauty... What is that?

In the light of the fire visible in the distance, Felby narrows his eyes and looks back at Puell.

"The feast should be over by now."

"Sure, what is it? Is it a fire extinction? That's where the slave squad is stationed."

Chest stiffness was just getting bigger.

─ ─ 256 days to rematch against humans.