Goblin Kingdom

[Race] Goblin

Level 72

[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" (Lv36) Oak King "Buy" (Lv82)

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

The culmination of a martial arts with only seven men in the “Holy Knight” country.

Reachers of power who will have different personalities but cannot help but be aware of each other.

Zerkov the Knight of Destruction, Gowen the Knight of the Iron Arms, Garland the Storm Knight, Valdeau the Knight of the Twin Swords, Shivala the Knight of the Double Break, Gizé the Knight of the Ship's Eye, and now Gene the Knight of the late Thunder Xun.

God loved madmen, fierce warriors who crossed the battlefield for a long time, powerful adventurers, drifters from the East...... they fell apart for reasons, origins and even identities, but they had something in common on the last line.

He said he was the bearer of peace in the country.

On their shoulders lay certainly the lives of the soldiers they led and of the people to protect.

Because of its consciousness, Ashtar leaves them to the Holy Knight and gives them honour and wealth as shields to protect their country.

"... I don't like it"

Out of the feast seat, Garland perceives, with a good animal prospect, the invisibility of the merchant who had been entangled in Lecia earlier.

After the ballroom, which is the banquet venue, the silence of the god of night (Ya Jans) and the red light of the goddess of moonlight (Vartina) illuminate the surroundings in a blur.

As Garland turns to his feet, the noise of the banquet is distant and even slight noises are heard.

There was something in it that caught on to Garland's consciousness.

Slight sound rubbing grass hard. The sound of people's pressed voices shaking the air. Garland, which usually fights in an environment called the Snowfield, finds its environment in a castle that does not absorb sound very noisy.

All in all, when he felt the noise of contention in a sensitive hearing, he advanced his foot towards the scene.

"You shouldn't. Virgin...... while you are aware of my heart"

Exhaling rough breaths, it is the earlier merchants who approach Lecia. Is it the guard who covers his whole body in a black costume who is strangling Lecia with wings?

In Garland's footsteps, blacks notice better. But the merchants didn't notice and didn't try to pull a hand to reach out to Lecia. Reach out to the finely groomed Lecia cheeks like white ceramics.

"Ahhh... ahhh..."

The fine voice of joy belongs to the merchant. Stroking Lecia's cheeks with love, she tried to embrace Lecia as she was driven by desire.

"Keep it that far. Son of a bitch."

To a low voice suddenly heard from behind, stop moving. Ahead of looking back for a moment, a loosely armed figure of Garland.

"Here, kill this guy! Jikumund!"

When the black escort throws out Lecia, he pulls out the dagger. When she checks to see if she is unconscious or if she collapses on the spot, Garland measures her sightings while pounding her tongue.

"Get in the crap."

While Garland tongues and whines, the black escort packs my distance and fills my time with Garland. The dagger in my hand flashed. I was waved to cut off Garland's throat.

"Hmm."

Slightly, that's why Garland comes off the dagger in time for just one hair. At the same time, the black escort opens his eyes to his captured and immobile arms.

"It's warm."

Garland's fist wielded from a situation with no escape. There's no spare motion or anything, a blow like a beast waving into a play blows the black escort to the wall. The escort, called Jikumund, hands on the black costume.

"What..."

And, Jikmund throws his costume at Garland. Gichmund's figure had disappeared into Garland's sight, which would only be blocked for a moment.

"Have you escaped?"

"Hih, hih..."

Looking down at the merchant looking for the shadow of the disappeared Jichmund, Garland holds up Lecia. When you take consciousness with a blow to the backward merchant, you turn back on your heels.

"... it's a hassle"

Garland, turning back on his heels, sighed as he returned her to the captured spire of Lecia.

"Gaw, Gww!

Ignoring the barking gastra at his feet and lying her on the sleeping table, he goes outside with a grumpy frown.

"... the Holy Knight."

While I think it's a crappy sentiment, I close the door and sit in front of it.

I don't even feel like going back to the feast right now.

Garland closed his eyes and cleared his ears to the silence of God at night.

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Information came in on the enemy who led the assassination Gi Ji Arsil and others to the investigation.

The length of the walls built by humans is approximately 10 km. I wonder how you built all these great stone walls in a short period of time, but even more amazing was their height.

The height is over 3m and a human walks over it. That is.

The fact that man is warm above the walls must be of considerable width. Then the thickness of the stone wall will also be considerable.

It is probably arranged in a circle because it was said that he had returned to the woods again, where he had explored its walls in the shade of the night. Is there a defensive facility or an urban feature inside?

It resembles a loosely arranged exit to human space.

Robust to block sight and prevent this blow. First, do we have to attack this?

Raise the strength of Goblins and Allied Races, and explore the power of those who become enemies.

But the reality seems to be tough beyond my expectations.

A stone wall three meters high, plus a variety of defensive facilities should be added around it. It's painful to attack properly......

If you leave the forest, the surrounding area is a meadow zone. There's no place to look down on that fortified city, even if it's about a small hill.

"Poked in front of you, huh?"

Over a hundred corpses, ready to attack a thousand wounded or not.

Why don't you ignore the attack of that wax?

My aim is to defeat a human country, not attack that city.

Indulge in the idea that comes to mind. Whatever the size of a human town, it can't all be that size.

"... Shmere, I need to ask you something"

He also heals wounds and borrows Schmere, who was training his Felby opponent to punch in.

"Hmm? You mean the human town?

Shumea puts her neck to my question.

"I just heard from Gi Ji. There's a giant fortress built in front of the woods."

"That must be a colonial city guy."

I guess it's something famous.

I'm convinced to hear the explanation from Shmere. You mean a base for an invasion base? Depending on the links with the cities in the rear, it is certainly a threat.

Intuitively, I thought it was a drain, but it's also a drain spear.

The best part is that even the internal division among them will wake you up and destroy yourself, but it won't be that easy. Whatever, they come together by saying they're against monsters.

Not to mention, if the General who leads is that human knight, then so many enemy mistakes cannot be desired.

Well, then.

Again, this one has to take their back in an ambush.

Do what they don't think, using methods they don't think about, using paths they don't think about......

... That said, I am not so blessed by the goddess of wisdom (Hela) that the proposal immediately comes to mind. Well, think carefully.

Apart from gathering information, we needed something to get them out.

"Shmere."

"What kind of husband?"

"You want to get out of the woods?

Looking back at me like I was frightened, Shmere roared with a difficult face.

"Don't make it hard for me to ask."

"Why, it won't be difficult. You want out or you don't... that's all."

"It's easy to say, sir. We are slaves."

"Ex, you'd be a slave"

Ex, when I emphasize to you, Shumea scratches her head and roars.

"Well, I am... Yikes! To be clear, I'd like to leave! I'm a little scared, I guess."

Where did the first momentum go, and finally Schmere, who became a mosquito-like little voice, pointed his face in the direction of the day after tomorrow, as he persisted. I guess it's embarrassing to expose my weakness. The cheeks are thin and reddish.

"Hmm..."

Surely I couldn't forget who they were, the ex-slaves. According to what I heard from her, once the slaves are released, they are treated as belongings of those who have been caught, unless proven by their original masters.

"Then should I be with my new master just in the form"

"Hey, hey, husband. Goblins don't taste good, do they?

Naturally. I guess Shmere thins out what I want, too. It's quick and helpful.

"Whatever. And if you mean formal slavery, my husband would have to have some sort of identity."

"Well, yeah... was there someone like that?

"Oh, there he is. Even if he accepts or does, there will still be some anxiety... the rest is up to you."

"... because my husband owes me a big one. I'll take it, even if it's a little dangerous."

And she laughed.

If that's what you decide, then you have to decide who your husband is.

That's how I go to my client.

"... are you serious about me?

Blind Puell turned to me with Serena and her face in the light plunging into the deep green forest. Do you think that exposure to light is effective in healing anything secret medicine?

"Oh."

Puell nods at me and thinks quietly.

It would be a lie to say that there is no stray even for me. Unlike the Goblins, who start with Gi Gar, she doesn't swear allegiance to me. Not to mention, in my own way of life, like Shmere, I'm not the same person who can't betray me.

Both fairy clans and subhumans share the value of being against humans have different positions.

"... your sincerity, I don't know. You are never foolish. I will betray you."

To Puell's remarks, Serena looks at her a little.

I have no choice but to laugh bitterly when proclaimed face to face.

"Neither does the fairy tribe add up to me"

"Oh, I guess so"

"Then why?

I honestly say what I think to her when I ask her without putting her hair in.

"You know who we are, and you think we're evil to be wiped out?

"That's..."

"By spreading the sight and hearing, people can have a wider perspective. Then it is the King's measure that gives you the chance to be sure of the truth."

Puell asks me if I'm lost.

"Are you telling me that you will give me time and opportunity?

You won't really feel like waving your power at me. But Puell was brought to our base after the war of Silf reunification ended, and she must have definitely been watching our lives closely.

At least what did you think of Goblin as a monster she believes in when you saw that she drew a line.

It's not Felby, but I thought you felt the heavens and the earth seemed to flip.

Draw the army talent in front of me with you.

"You're confident."

I confined myself to making a slight grin on my mouth.

It's a pretty bad bet, but I probably won't make it to the war if I wait until Puell's feelings turn this way.

Puell, you don't realize, or you're pretending to, well, either.

You were laughing when you were killing each other on the battlefield.

You manipulate the power of saying military and throw yourself into a life match. You look like you're having a good time.

Did you enjoy hunting “monsters," or were you drowning in the pleasure of wielding mighty power? I'll bet on the latter, believing in my own eyes.

"Whether you say no or not, there's no such thing as a story."

"Let me think for a second"

Serena stared anxiously at the silent Puell.

The next day, Puell sent me an acknowledgement. She said there would be more Serena as a companion, so she pushes Felby as a liaison officer with Shmere.

Conveniently four fairy tribes and humans traveled from me to the human world.

◆ ◆ ◇

That's the memory of a man when he believed in a fantasy that said he was still happy, etc.

Blood-coated red and a memory of humiliating red overlaid and lacking repentance.

Past memories that never arrive, whether you cry or wield power.

The village where the man lived was a small village.

A village of around a hundred people surrounded by an excluding warcraft fence. It was a small peaceful village, dating to the extent that we all said we knew each other if we looked at our faces.

There is a danger to life when it comes to being an adventurer, but for a profession with good fruit, young people gain only a small fortune at hand.

The young man had a fiancée.

Old mother and busy, but cute sister. The wealth I've got, at least, is a man who's got the vague thing of happiness.

But that happiness is suddenly broken one day.

A herd of demons attacked the village.

The young man desperately resisted the power he could have. The men of the village also desperately resisted.

But the resistance to the warcraft, the herd of demons, was broken, and the men were slain, and the women...

The hand that was stretched out, the hand that was covered in blood, the hand that was not reached...

Soon, my consciousness is disconnected.

The nightmare I've tried over and over again, it detaches me. The feeling was similar to the sunshine of the spring breeze incense season. Its warm, gently wrapped consciousness eventually invites it to a deep sleep.

Into a deep, deep sleep without nightmares.

"Huh..."

Open your eyelids to the morning sunlight you feel behind your eyelids.

When I tongue myself asleep, I notice and confuse the blanket that was on my body.

The spire door behind you is already open, and the inside is a stuffed shell.

If you proceed on your feet and look down at the city from the terrace of the royal castle, the audience would have boiled to drop off the return of the Virgin.

"Holy Virgin, crap"

Tongue-in-cheek, he follows the scene to make his way back north.

This kind of thing makes him unwavering. He is a holy knight who kills demons and protects the kingdom of man.

Only his gaze followed the departing Virgin slightly.

The crowd cheers on the departing Virgin, and she responds with a slight wave.

Her hair had a hair clasp that she could see at a glance would be cheap, but no one cared about it except the boys on the corner.

─ ─ 163 days to rematch against humans