Goblin Kingdom

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The month of Bilf has also changed, the month of Tura. Around the colonial city, where spring cheer plunged in, it was in the midst of a battle that seemed unlike it.

The goblins, led by La Gilmi Fisiga, who besieged the colonial city, were devising ways to fill the colonial city's walls with a variety of ideas.

"Shoot!"

Upon Gilmi's signal, an arrow is released from the Ganra clans. Every time a bunch of arrows running through the sky reach above the outer wall, a scream rises, but each time a mighty shot back comes.

"Back off!"

Without Gilmi checking the whereabouts of his own arrows, he turns his back and goes down near the woods, where he was, an arrow as thick as his arm protrudes deeply.

"Damn, do humans even keep giants!?

It was a siege group led by Gilmi, but most of its ingenuity has been thwarted by attacks released from the human side. It was also my first experience as a goblin side to call it a full-scale siege battle, and given the challenge of saying how to drop a colonial city without reducing its troop strength, it had to be a natural passive attack.

Although Gilmi herself never thought she was inferior to humans in the shooting of arrows, she had to understand early on the foolishness of properly meeting the giant arrows unleashed by humans.

Like a wave to pull over, he showers arrows at humans looking for opportunities.

Through that gap, the orcs are approaching the beacon with a bundle of marutai, throwing it away and filling in the beacon.

"We're gonna help the orcs get away with this! Don't lag behind the oak with courage, the proud family of Gunra!

Encouraged by the more mouth-watering Gilmi than usual, the families of Gunra crawl out of pieces and between the trees for supportive shooting. Gilmi, at the head, shouted for control after half his family came out.

"Shoot!"

Try to follow Gilmi's arrow orbit again, and the arrow concentrates on the outer wall.

"Over there, run!

Orcs point in a different direction from those who come running and running, moving troops. I give further instructions as I send down the arrows.

"Arrow, stand up!

We don't have time to wait until we're all done arrowing, screaming behind Gilmi.

"Stop! Shoot!

Repeating a simple order, Gilmi, who headed the Goblins of Gunra, immediately returned to the woods when he had released the arrows.

Fans of the earth scale speak up to Gilmi in exchange for the woods.

"Mr. Ant, it's not working. Trouble."

If you listen carefully, he was trying to dig a hole to fill a hole, but there's something like a junction that he can't dig on.

"Are they that close?

"Fans, I don't know, but it seems to be a close knot to God"

"Uhn......"

─ ─ Are you referring to the inviolable realm set by the gods? You think you happen to have built a colonial city on top of that?

It was Gilmi, who puts his neck in doubt, but there's no other way to do it that doesn't work.

"Okay. Let's thank Ant-Man for his help."

I meet Bui, who has thrown Marutai off, promising to rest and distribute food for now.

"As I was told, the Marutai threw it off, but it's hard to bury it."

"Was there any damage?

"Three minor injuries, maybe."

"More than anything."

To the nodding Gilmi, Bui takes the suggestion.

"That giant arrow is a threat, after all."

"Hmmm... I thought I could beat a human or something if I could even get an arrow alignment, but I'm pretty good at it"

Bui frowns anxiously at Gilmi, who strengthens.

"Well, what about using the Lizardmans?

"Um, the water around here seems to be underground. It's hard to flush."

It's hard to get them underground by the water. Even the means to reach that water source is not available right now. Buy silently listens to Gilmi speak in a sigh before making one suggestion.

"Well, how about this?"

Upon hearing Buy's suggestion, Gilmi stopped the daytime attack from that day on.

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Colonial cities exposed to attacks by the Goblins are waiting for reinforcements from Gowen while defending themselves under Yuan's command.

"How's the big bow?

"Ha, no problem!

Yuan responds with dignity to the young soldier who responds. Plant extra anxiety in the soldiers, unless “the commander is always honorable." Yuan, who learned from Gowen, pushes and kills his own anxiety and disguises himself as the spare wind.

"Nice to meet you. They can't seem to get out of the woods for fear of this."

"Ha!"

Yuan nodded loudly at the boy soldier who replied happily.

Most of all, his inner heart turned to the western capital, which felt like a long way off. Now I can still prevent and stop Goblins and others with my own defensive weapon. As for the outer moat, it's being landfilled, but it's still okay.

The problem is night. When it was their time, when they attacked me, I wondered if I could handle it.

Of course, Yuan and I are taking measures.

That's why we hire adventurers who stayed in colonial cities with long-term contracts and broken rewards to take on one end of the defense. Aimed at permanent defence, this colonial city encloses agricultural land inside the outer walls and also maintains a self-sufficient attitude.

The stockpile is long enough to last six months in a city district that can be called Honmaru. Morale was high before, starting with knights, to soldiers, peasants and skinheads, and so far we see no breakthroughs.

But still.

Grasp the patterned head of a long sword hanging from his waist so that it is invisible from the soldier.

That night, memories of being blown away by goblins like kings of monsters, can't leave the back of my brain.

Isn't there something missing yet? Isn't there an overlook? The anxiety cannot be overshadowed, and as long as he has time, Yuan takes his feet from the defense facility to various parts of the farmland.

There's no abnormality.

Looking around the defense facility, Yuan turns his foot toward the city to make sure there are no anomalies. I was constantly squeezing my thoughts while fighting unseen anxiety during that time.

"Brother."

And, feeling for some reason that he had been called, Yuan looked in the direction of his voice. When I realized, the neighborhood was already in the city, and sometime because of what I was thinking, it seemed like I was on my way to a destination.

"Hey, brother"

And the Lord of the Voice was a horribly well-faced girl. Wet dark hair stretches to the waist, slightly reddening the cheeks of white magnetic skin. Red tongue peeking through balanced nose standing thin lips.

The most distinctive thing is the red eyes.

What about this noble atmosphere, even though the clothes you are wearing are like close to a cuckoo? An overwhelming sign of wanting to poke you in the knee by accident.

Until now, I didn't even know such a girl was in this city.

"Oh, oh."

"Shall I take your anxiety?

Yuan was naturally nodding at the arrogance that did not betray his appearance and the sounds of comfort.

I can even speak up.

The girl grinning and chewing, closing her eyes and what squeaks in her mouth.

When I opened my eyes that way, I was pouring only my mouth into Yuan in the form of a laugh.

"It's okay. You're not going to die. Not here."

"What is it?"

"Come on, what do you mean?

The girl turns her back when she giggles. As if you haven't dealt with Yuan or anything else from the beginning.

"Stay put."

A glimmer of wind passes to block Yuan, who put his leg forward in an attempt to chase him. When I blinked, I didn't see the girl anymore.

"Hey, what was that..."

Yuan, who saw the girl leave in vain, stood there until evening approached.

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Gowen sent requests for Goblin raids and backup to King's Capital, located north and south and even west. Immediately the north and the Wang Capital replied, but the south side did not quite arrive.

Gowen was thinking of a reason for this while preparing reinforcements in the West Capital.

Shivala, a knight of both choices defending the south, and Gisele, a knight of the ship's eyes, are two people who have no problems with character and ability. Beyond the calm borders with the eastern Shrine countries, the issues to be addressed are….

"No way, the Evil One made a move?

A worrying problem in the south is a group of thugs named Kushin folks.

"Did the riots on the south side set a target here?"

Gowen's prediction to meditate was about half, half off. It is true that at this point Seavala, who guards the south, and Gize, the ship's eyes, were burning their hands in the Kushin jihad, but it was possible to drive them back without any problems with their strength and with the force placed in the southern part of the kingdom.

However, it was the refugees who had come since that time that they had been busily killed. From those who fled in their clothes, the merchants who had packed their household belongings and fled, the mothers with only milk and children… they came to the colonial cities.

The two southerners, the chief officers, were to be busily killed by these responses, which they could not even kill.

But there's no way Gowen would have figured that out.

All he can tell is that you can't expect reinforcements from the south.

"But still, 400 reinforcements from the king's capital and 350 from the north."

King Ashtar's direct command is located in the Wang capital. I may not be used to it in action, but I recently finished analyzing the potion and if it is replenished and healed, I have no problem with it.

And coming from the north are the soldiers of the desolate led by Garland. Are you saying this one is too used to fighting in action? Crude if in a nutshell. They're like pictures of it, but they're definitely first-class as a force of war.

Three days until these two troops arrive.

In the meantime, we must gather the forces scattered throughout our territory and prepare our soldiers.

"One year... you can't forget that defeat"

It was Gowen, who was trying to rebuild his power with a two-year plan, but only got the numbers together in one year.

Untrained soldiers will have to get used to it in action.

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"Gi Gordono"

An area in the north where cold winds are still blowing. In their settlement, feared to be the sword barbarian "Yugshiva," a young daughter was on her knees. He lay his hands on a song knife as long as the length he bore on his back, and spoke to a goblin resting in the tent.

"Gi gordono, wake up te hey de?

"Oh, I'm awake"

In the dark tent, Goblin answers as he sat holding a song knife.

"Everybody, Allette, Il. In the presence of the General, see Seth Hoi."

"Hmm, am I the general?"

Gi-Go puts his neck up. I thought it wasn't the vessel that led the goblin, and I should have decided to cut it off and live on the sword path, but now for some reason it's called the General, etc.

"That's unworthy."

To the rising Gi Go, Eustia turns the glance of doubt, but Gi Go goes outside with a smile on his face and the curtain of the tent lifted.

Blink your eyes only for a moment into the light of the torso of God of Fire (Rodu), wrinkling between your eyebrows. Reflected from the snow, that's what burned Gi-Go's retina to go with the downpouring sunlight.

But it's also a matter of a few moments.

There are snow ghosts gathering beneath your eyes.

All I could see was a face with a ghost face on it, but I could see everyone breathing in Gi-Go's appearance. It was a tribe of snowghosts that Eustia had assembled again around.

I can't see them hiding in their masks and their coats, but the majority of them belong to older young boys or girls.

The men who could fight were mostly snowghosts who died in last year's battle and had a crisis as a clan, but they were nevertheless able to conjure and rise those who remained because Eustia had their overwhelming support.

Namely, an exceptional sword arm and a rare beauty of sorts.

The chances of a rematch increased, mainly Eustia, who took over the gifted talent.

─ ─ Our chief is loved by heaven!

It can also be called a faithful faith, which ignited the hearts of the boys and girls of the clan.

When Eustia shows up to line up next to Gi Go, she gets cheers from the snowghosts under her eyes. Quiet it in the northern language, Eustia speaks to Gi Go.

"Gi Gordono, me, l 'll interpret. The late, how zo"

Hmm, and roaring Gi-Go sees the snowghosts again. Even if they say general, their hearts are in Eustia. I don't even need to bother to say anything to Gi Go himself.

"This battle is yours"

Eustia turns her gaze to Gi Go, who cuts the words, even as she interprets.

"Bring back the glory of your stolen ancestors, pride!

In a snowfield surrounded by silence.

"Only then will you raise the flag of the true Lord!!

With the song knife I shook up, the cheer echoed.

Turning his back on the thriving snowghosts, Gi Go falls back behind Eustia again.

She gives instructions and moves the tribe.

The snowfields of the north were about to be lit again by the flames of war.