Goblin Kingdom

[Individual Name] Mid

[Race] Ware Wolf

[Level] 95

[Class] Warrior

[Skills Held] The Right Arm of Abuse

[Protect] Wind God

[Attributes] Wind

Karad was a sub-born child of slavery. Both my father and mother were subordinates of slavery and had a reputation for having excellent hairs among a family of fangs with brown hairs.

Born as slaves, raised as slaves, both my father and mother died as slaves.

"Once upon a time, our ancestors lived freely in vast meadows."

I still remember my sweet mother's voice.

"Why not? Are we here?

The subhuman living conditions in which he lived as a slave were poor. They live in narrow areas of residence, are not allowed to go outside freely, and are not given a satisfactory diet.

The fairy child bullied me scattered, and one day I cried to my mother, laughing like trouble, she shook her head.

"... right. One day we realized we were in a fight, and someday we were in a place like this."

Karad silences himself without the courage to ask his grieving mother any more.

That is how he learned that we are slaves who cannot live or die on our own.

My mother and father died, and for more than a decade. If you notice, he has been coming to the Sinfor Forest for days as a warrior of the Slave Troops.

"Hey, buddy."

It's you again.

Before that karad, a young man from a clan of fangs living in a settlement elsewhere had been attached since yesterday.

"Don't make me look so bad."

"It's not for me."

"I have it. Hey, buddy, aren't you coming with us? You're welcome."

This man, who has been with us since yesterday, tells us to come to our own settlement.

There you hunt, fight and have children of your own free will.

"... escape is death. Slaves know that."

If you look around you, you'll see your peers' eyes with the same outlook. More or less, fugitive slaves are murdered to show off.

"I don't know what happened to you in the past, but this is your chance. Where are we going to get our freedom, like our ancestors?"

"Excuse me, but I want to take care of my weapon. I want to give you a chance to survive."

"I don't know if I can tell you I'm still alive."

To the words, Karad looks back with his anger seeping into his eyes.

"... Still, we don't want to die. We're here for that..."

To a tooth-eating karad, the man distorted his mouth.

"... I'll be back tomorrow. Now I'm counting on a good reply."

"So I..."

"I'm waiting for you. Friends."

Of the young man turning his back, his back was hurt in many ways, and his blood was still stained.

"He would be a slave too...... why so far"

Go back under your buddies and take care of the rusty iron weapons. Leather armor was made by the women in less time. It was a desperate piece of armor for the men who might not be able to return, but compared to the high blue and silver iron arsenals of the fairy clan, there was no choice but to be inferior.

Every day just seems like a journey to death.

But among them, we meet those who call themselves wives, and few, though they are to be protected. There was no such thing as the courage to cut even thin, unreliable threads of hope.

"Hey, the guy just..."

If you take care of less gear, your time is free. Since the occupation of the forest of Sinforu, there has been a relaxed air flow throughout the army of Sinforua. The fairies won as early as they could, without even thinking about discipline or anything, and beside them the slave squads were waiting for their next launch, so that they could breathe.

"Home."

With few words in his eyes, Karad said, but one of the same slaves was twisting his neck, as he thought of something.

"What. You got something for me?

"No, I don't know how it feels to be free..."

-Freedom.

Something I've been trying not to think about makes me think I can do my time.

"Well, you can eat meat all you want, right?

"Idiot, can you take your prey with your arms?"

Repeat a conversation you don't love, but at the end of the day someone says with a sigh.

"I wonder what the hell it's like to be free."

"... like the hero Harried, I guess he feels"

Hero Harried.

Far away it was the name of the hero of the tooth Ware Wolf, who openly confronted the humans as they were pursued through the plains. Kharrad also loved the story of a hero who loved freedom to listen to his mother's old stories.

One day I had the desire to be like such a hero myself.

I wonder how long the hell you've been keeping an eye out for that aspiration, even when you were frustrated by a fairy child. He said he couldn't have a hero or anything.

"Hero Harried, huh?"

Since when...

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The next day, too, the man came. The requirements were the same, but I tried to talk to the man from the karad I came up with.

"Hey, you, you know the story of hero Harried?

"Am I right? Yeah, I think I do."

Here's what we're talking about.

Fang clans who lived in peace on the plains suddenly invade humans at one point.

from a merchant who usually did business amicably.

From hunters who have helped.

From villagers I've never even seen.

The Fang clan was suddenly pointed at a weapon. All too suddenly, the Fang clan was hunted without a trace, scattered and full of escape stretches.

But still, one hero appeared at a time when he was hunted down and thought it had been so far.

He is a young man known as Hareed, who forms friendship with one gray wolf who boasts of his gigantic body and runs through the meadows from the forest.

With the power to pull off the iron armor as well, and the stiff furrows that do not even allow the magic of fire to pass, Khalid leads his tribe into battle with the humans for his companions in distress.

Haleed was a smart warewolf again.

Humans also had the Old Known, and they knew their power. He also knew that if he fought, he would die.

But Hareed stood up to the humans without fleeing.

After seven days and seven nights of fierce fighting, we succeed in driving humans across the plain and bringing peace to the Fang clan. But Khalid, who was wounded after the fierce battle, left behind words to his companions to flee to the woods at the end of the day to Evergreen Paradise.

He fell asleep there to heal his wounds and save his companion again.

And the Fang Clan fled to the woods, and will henceforth live under the refuge of the Fairy Clan.

"In exchange for my wounds, I gave my companions a way to live. In honor of him, we all call him a hero."

When Karad finished his talk, he asked the man who was meditating on his eyes and listening.

"If the hero Haleed sees the status quo now, I wonder what he thinks..."

"... I bet you didn't even think the heroes were so corrupt."

Karad opens his eyes to the words.

"The fairies are corrupt? They've been like that since the beginning, haven't they?

"No... where we live, it was basically uninterrupted just to drop by once a few years."

"Stupid."

To much discrepancy, Karad opens his eyes blindly. If you believe the words of the man in front of you now, it will mean that what is particularly bad is the fairy clan of the Gilad Forest today.

There is no previous hegemony in the man in front of him who drips his ears slowly and lowers his gaze. There's even an atmosphere of begging for forgiveness.

What was going on and the carad I doubt, but the man in front of me only spoke nothing and shut up.

"... How could Haleed have fought? You could die, but you weren't afraid."

It was those words that ended up in my mouth.

"Come on, he might have had a particularly strong sense of purpose because he was a chief... maybe not"

Karad speaks questions to those words as if they were speaking of the Old Known.

"It's like..."

"Hey, what are you doing there? Huh!

The wrath of the fairy warrior forces me to interrupt the conversation.

"Shit, I'm going"

A man grabs Karad's arm with a strong force trying to walk away.

"My friend. Come here tonight. Let's keep talking."

"Not now."

"I'm sure of it!

The man who flinched himself left like a wind.

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That's how I marched into the Symphol Forest, and then came the fifth night.

Strong winds, from south to north. A low sound similar to a roaring voice shivers the tympanic membrane.

Slave troops are all chained necks at night, regardless of day. Everyone gets put together in one place. He was a karad who wandered his gaze and searched for a man in the day, but could not find that figure.

Even today the fairies are busy with the feast.

It was noisy until earlier, but it was also now surrounded by tranquillity like it hit the water.

Stand your ears properly and explore the surrounding sounds.

I had a heartbeat about why.

The look on that man's face during the day is irrevocably remembered.

But he's a slave who won't be free. It just moved a little, and the sound of a thick iron chain tied around my neck rings.

What I don't think I'm going to see is what I've known since we broke up.

Close your eyes, trying to force you to sleep. If you get tired before the battle begins, there's nothing you can do.

The dream I tried to do so was before the hero Harried fell asleep.

Of course, I haven't seen it before. But the hero, who grew up only in his imagination, had a satisfied face, leaving behind the aftermath.

I'm unwittingly dissatisfied with that face.

"Why, what"

In my dreams, I moved terribly hard mouth, and I still followed the question that came out.

"Why are we here?"

I confronted a human threat. That's a big deal. But as a result, we became slaves at the discretion of our heroes. I can't use my life on my own.

─ ─ I can't believe you're alive.

Someone's words come up.

Yeah, I was wondering if it was the hero's fault that got us into this environment.

Why do you fall asleep with such a peaceful face?

If you're a hero, lead us.

"─, hukku"

It was a bad dream. How can I say anything but a nightmare that makes me see my ugliness? I tremble unintentionally at the cold of the sweat on my back.

"... you were here"

That appearance, which appeared all the way out of the darkness, in the sight that still awakens from a slight sleep, is exactly what a hero crawled out of his dreams. The words I heard were full of strength, like saving the sorrow in my dreams.

I blink unexpectedly and look back at it.

─ ─ Alone, just with his feet on, a bloody hero stood in front of him.

"Harry...... d?

In a few blinks, I realize that's the man of the day.

"What, you..."

Trying to get back on track as usual, words get smaller on the butt blush.

I thought it was an illusion, but reacting to the sense of smell is definitely the smell of blood. The fiercely exhaling breath, coupled with a sharp glance, made me think of a warrior going to war.

"Are you hurt?

I was wondering if you were hit by a fairy clan, about to get up and the thick chains rattle.

So my neighbors and my friends, who sleep around, wake up.

"... I'm here to pick you up, my friend"

Along with the strong wind, the low squeezing voices were hard to hear. From behind the man, I can see the pine light, or the flame.

The surrounding subordinates also watch Karad and the man exchange for something.

To a karad that just blinks his eyes, the man arms up and lifts his voice up.

"Hero Harried continued to fight humans until its end! After seven days and seven nights of intense fighting, he continued to guide his companion to his end, mindlessly in his child's arms, until that time when he was bloody and breathless with his enemies and his own blood!

The scene rises behind the lid to the carad that had stopped thinking. That was true of other fang clans as well. Even more men raise their voices when they bother.

"As such, the hero Harried entrusted his tribe with a wish to fulfill one thoughtlessness. If one of our friends finds himself in a predicament after this, it's his own fault!

In the man's words, Karad felt an uplifting emotion on his chest. I listened to the man, not knowing what that was.

Soon, beside the man, a giant grey wolf served him, and behind him were gathered the men of a clan of fierce fangs with the lights of pine lights.

"Help me, that's all thoughtlessness, with tears of blood, reaching out to the deprived freedom, biting my teeth into unreachable things, and that's how the hero died!

Help me, and that word will be years of accumulated words.

Words that my companions always kept saying in my heart, during my death, in my daily life, in my enslavement.

"My name is after the fierce Ore, a clan of fangs, Ware Wolf! The Mid of Atrocities!

A temper rises from the men of the Fang clan illuminated by the dark Nakamatsu lights.

"─ I'm here to help, my friend!!

In the darkness of the night, towards the plain of illusions that I once saw, the man in front of me - Haleed, the hero of illusions - barked.

Mid barked as she teased her shoulders and exhaled uncontrollable emotions.

"My fellow southerners, it's getting late! But tonight, we're going back to where we were. Now is the time to fulfill the carelessness that the hero Haleed could not fulfill!!

There was no clan of fangs that didn't weep at the words.

"Cut it off, stand up, my friend!!

There was no clan of fangs that didn't inspire my heart in the words.

Heroes, indeed, have come to save themselves.

"In this hand, freedom!

That night, the Slave Troop 200 held by the Fairy Clan fell back to the Forni Goblin coalition.

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Increases the level.

Gi-do's level increases.

81 ⇒ 89

The level of Gi Za Zak End increases.

56 ⇒ 61

The level of Gi Ji Arcil increases.

14 ⇒ 21

The level of Gi Bar increases.

24 ⇒ 53

The level of Gi Zi Yub is increased.

1 ⇒ 5

The level of Gi Ah increases.

1 ⇒ 10

Gi Yi's level increases.

1 ⇒ 6

Gi Woo's level increases.

1 ⇒ 13

Harloo's level increases.

86 ⇒ 95

Increases the level of the mid.

95 ⇒ 97

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