Goblin Kingdom

The two intruders, drawn under the king of Goblin, did not break their dignified attitude when they entered the West Capital. Gi Ji frowns at how they look as if they've left the tension somewhere behind.

Gi Ji, who could not determine who these two were, had one of his men ahead of him just in case, and contacted Nikaia, the spider footman (Alanea) who was in charge of security in Nishidu.

Spider legs people traveling in 3D within city compartments with those eight spider legs. They were already ready and should have waited.

To an intruder who didn't look upset, Gi Ji frowned and proceeded to the king's waiting square.

"My king. We've been contacted. We're intruders."

Behind Gi Ji, who bows his head to the king while keeping the intruders in captivity, for the first time the intruders conveyed breathtaking signs. Hide in the hood. You can't see your face, but you must be stunned and distorted.

You wanted to negotiate with me.

To the beauty of the king of Goblin, who tries to locate the target so as to stare, the two intruders nod at each other and take the hood and expose their appearance in the daylight.

"... are you after the ore?

"How many years has it been since you called me by that name... No, I'm sorry. My name is Tauropa, a clan of great fangs, after a glowing ore."

"I'm a normal person. He's a proud blood saxony."

Tauropa turns his gaze only for a moment on Saxony, who solidifies himself in gear reminiscent of a warrior of war. A long, lightly wavy gray hair hides his face without hesitation. Ironically distorted mouth and thinness seeped into the dripping eye area.

And the other sub wears protective equipment and weapons, Tauropa. But he has a appearance closer to a human than a family of fangs. Characteristic were the dripping ears peeking from the short pruned hair.

"Hmm... so what are those two requirements?

We must gather information from Shumea and the humans later, and the king of Goblin does not take his gaze off of us for a moment, and urges us to continue.

"Well, let's talk about a quick deal."

A man named Saxony puts his arms around him, grinning at his mouth.

"I don't know. I'm a goblin, and you're human. Why are you putting your shoulders on us?"

Dare the king of Goblin choose his words and ask them.

Bouncing a single eyebrow, Saxony opened her mouth.

"Whoa! Do I have to explain?

Saxony speaking to Tauropa beside him, but Tauropa's strong gaze prompted him and shrugged his shoulders.

"Well, thanks to you for the quick story, it's dried up. The proud bloodline, like the fairies and these guys, opens its doors indefinitely."

Only for a moment gaze, he does it to Tauropa, but again to the king of Goblin. Saxony opens his mouth.

"I thought the stinking West would have a mouth for work, but what a place to ask you that non-human beings made their country. We'll take care of the job as long as we have the money. What do you say, King of the Goblins?"

"How strong are you guys?

"The number of warriors is 1,000. Two hundred wizards. There's a lot more to it, but there's gotta be almost 2,000 of them."

To Saxony, who cut off his words, the more king of the goblins, he nodded.

"Let's get some time to reply. Until then, use the guestrooms. Nicea, I need your help."

Suspiciously, Gi Zar Zarquand, who was beside the king when Nicea, thanking him, guided the guests and disappeared, asks the king after following the back of the guests with his gaze.

"Can you trust me? What are their words..."

"Half true, but half would be a lie"

"Then why don't we just kill him?

Gi Ji Arcil was the one making the noisy suggestion. I guess you feel responsible for bringing them here. I laugh bitterly feeling signs that I'm going after him right now.

"No, that doesn't extend... it's probably true that they're starting to lose their place in the human flock. For reasons not necessarily ours, King Ashtar must have refused his contract even in the West, where he came looking for resurrection."

Gi Ji and Gi Za seem to be thinking something of each other and listening to the King in silence.

"That's where I heard about our founding. I hear the escaped humans advertised well."

Gi Zar nods, distorting his mouth, to the king of goblins with a fierce grin.

"When I asked him to send the humans back politely, I doubted his ears, but the plan seemed to be working."

I sent the humans all the way to King's Capital for a reason. There are many people in this world who do not exist in a country other than man, but want to have a country other than man. And it is good to say unto them that the king of Goblin hath delivered the message.

After making the declaration of statehood, many humans fled to terror. But if you fled to the king's capital after hearing the proclamation, it was only natural that the matter of the king of Goblins would rise to the edge of their word.

The fugitives create a false image of the king of Goblin by emphasizing how the king of Goblin is vicious and we are the victims of a terrible sight.

Humans try to drive the terrible away. But I can't help but see what it looks like for that. You will try to find out who the King of Goblins is for that matter. Naturally, the founding proclamation made by the king of Goblin, too.

Using people I would have trusted, I tried to disseminate information, but my loyalty to Western Lords seemed thicker because they got away with it more handily than I thought, so I had to adopt the next good.

And as the king of Goblin thought, a messenger came from the plain with reconnaissance.

"Afterwards, how far can they trust you?"

After I paid you to hire me, I can't even see you betrayed me.

"You need to trust them or you need to measure them, right?

Gi Zar puts his hand on his thin jaw and thinks about what.

"Until I reply, I have a reprieve. Gi Ji, focus your reconnaissance south"

"Ha!"

When Gi Ji drips his head at the words of the king of Goblin, he runs away.

"... is the east good?

"Yeah, it's been pretty handy."

Gi Zar's concerns also naturally led the king of Goblin to snort, but from the information gathered by Gi Zi it had to be said that it was difficult to attack him like this.

"It's quieter in the south than in the east. Don't you have to go out of your way to get more enemies?

The King of Goblins nods to Gi Zar's utterly sincere opinion.

"Yes, that would be the test stone of how they can be trusted. And..."

The King, laughing furiously, paints a plain behind his brain that just shines. The vast earth to be conquered was firmly burned on the king's lid.

"Rest should have been enough already. Now when we don't stop the momentum and show our strength"

"I see...... sure"

Both the sneering Gi Zar and the king of Goblin had an invincible grin.

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The rooms that were put through to Nikaa the Spider Legged were those that used to be used as inns and as such. The two messengers laugh bitterly when they say it's a whole room and common sense in the human country doesn't make sense.

"If you have any difficulty, you can tell those outside"

"Thank you, my compatriots."

To Tauropa's words, Nikaia returns her heels when she gives a sharp glance.

"... Now excuse me"

Saxony laughs bitterly at Nikaia's appearance, which highlights her vigilance.

"Hi, it's easy to understand and pretty good."

"... how about it's time to stop that light tone?

When he makes sure no one lurks around him, Tauropa turns a rugged glance at Saxony.

"You're really serious."

"As a tribute to the proud blood vice allies, I don't think I'm wrong."

Scratching the gray hair, which was unmade, and putting it together in one behind him, there was a figure of Saxony whose earlier lightness disappeared like a lie. The light grin that was in his mouth scratched away, and from between his mouth tied to a single letter and the engraved brow of a deep wrinkle, a distressed man's face appeared.

"No way, I didn't expect to even use a pseudonym. Is the boulder a great conductor?

"I know, but that harmony is unpleasant. I don't want to do this with you."

"So how did that king appear in the eyes of the vice allies?

"... here we go. I didn't think it was that much of a thing."

Saxony, smiling bitterly, shakes his head all the time saying it's good luck.

It was profound intelligence and extraordinary power that Saxony felt from the king of Goblin, who inevitably has the opportunity to see the various figures in a position of leading more than 2,000 subhuman, human beings.

The royal princes of the nations who bring the request, the noble generals who join the battlefield, or the namesake adventurers, demons and barbarians who flock to untouched lands.

Turn them all upside down, and in the eyes of Saxony, that king of goblins, appears heterogeneous.

"I doubted my ears when I heard you let the humans have their food and missed it all the way to the king's capital."

A worthy gaze weighs like guessing this intent, and even makes me wonder if the temper to stand up outweighs the Great Ghost (Auga).

"In that case, they don't even see this lie."

"You think we're being cornered because of them? Is it really that bad?

Saxony, with a bitter grin on his mouth, hesitates but opens his mouth.

"Well, it'll be good for you. The other day I received a letter from the king of Glario to cancel the contract."

"No way, it's been a ten-year contractual relationship, right?

"The cause is The Red King. They put together a small and medium-sized blood alliance and the main unit went south, but they're also going to leave their influence in the east. I'm sorry about Flying to Freedom. Everywhere is weak."

Saxony opens her mouth so that she can fold it up, confirming the stammering tauropath.

"Neither the proud blood clan can accuse others. I met King Ashtar of the kingdom of Germion, thinking of entering the west, but he refused. You can't trust a sub."

"But we must have power."

"Sure, if it's a full-scale battle, it's a red king and a battle maiden's sword (Valkyria), but I'm not going to take a pull... the Allies are still young. I guess I'm not sure I'll be able to protect even non-combatants. And that judgment is right"

"Webbles dagger... those cowards"

To maintain the blood alliance, both combatants and non-combatants must be brought in. In it Webbles' dagger was a blood alliance he hated because he didn't even hate killing non-combatants.

"Were you listening? And the flight to freedom, that's why they did it. He was wounded when he was originally torn in a pioneering battle. That's why they went for it."

"When I heard the vice allies were arriving, I wondered what was insane... it was my mistake. Let's apologize for insulting you."

Tauropa honestly bows his head when he learns that his confident organization is being pushed that far.

"I told you it was too serious."

Saxony laughs bitterly, soothing slightly the wrinkles between her brows.

"Besides, it wasn't like we didn't have a chance. You said Matisse, you said something about that peasant."

Nodding Tauropa stares at Saxony with feelings similar to awe.

"Come on, that's it for the story. Tauropa, all we can do is sleep and regain strength."

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In the King's capital of the Kingdom of Germion, security was rapidly deteriorating due to the infiltration of large numbers of refugees. Those who fled to the king's capital dressed under the threat of goblins were protected by the king's capital, but even with King Ashtar's arms, they did not save enough to distribute food to satisfy all the people of the west capital.

Also, the Goblin invasion itself was a story of water in his sleeping ear, and he didn't have time to ask powerful merchants to procure food. But if you hold hands, the security of the king's capital will collapse.

With so many refugees welcome, and still to the extent that security has deteriorated, it is because Yuan and his soldiers, who have fled the West Capital, took the initiative to induce the refugees and came under the control of the King. Focusing on Yuan, who vowed to adhere firmly to the will of the late Gowen, the Legends will work together to ensure that the lives of the refugees are made possible.

King Ashtar was also in a state where he was opening up the group's stockpiles of food to help them and managing to feed large numbers of refugees.

Even if I wanted to strike back at the Goblin side instantly, it was not where I was as King Ashtar.

The torso of the god of fire, which climbed heavenly high, turns the sun to drive Garland away.

"Shit..."

Gazing tongue-in-cheek and staring at the refugees tenting outside the walls of the King's Capital, Garland struck one tongue-in-cheek. Garland was inherently good at attacking fights. Wield the Great Sword of Blue Thunder vertically and horizontally, slapping and killing the enemy general. The soldiers just have to follow him and sweep away the remaining enemies that have been shot and leaked.

From his perspective, King Ashtar's decision to defend himself cannot be interesting. It is an original defense that I do not like, and I must also form a force. I couldn't ask a king without financial resources. That's understandable to him as much as it takes.

Then he would cut off his own wealth, but he didn't have enough wealth to form an army with it. Because the appointed land was the earth of the dying north. If we do not develop the land we have been given, we will never have access to the rich land.

Because he could see some way ahead, Garland was investing in the North, bracketing his advance investment and belly. From the construction of roads, it was possible to cover from Garland's income even if the management of the territory temporarily went into deficit, such as a preferential policy for traffickers.

But you can say it's all gone to waste.

Even if we disposed of the assets on the northern earth, it was impossible to have the financial strength to form one army. But I can't seem to forgive both goblins. The feeling of the blow carried out by the king of Goblin is still in his arms. Being human, I had to turn my back on Goblin and run away.

Ever since I became an adventurer and a holy knight, I felt denied everything I had piled up.

I have no money. But I want the army.

If so, the means will be limited.

Can you lower the wages of soldiers themselves in order to get them cheap? I just have to take a way that doesn't take forehand. The latter is a method that cannot be done in a city like the King's Capital.

Then the means to remain are determined. Take on those who are now in the king's capital in large quantities and can only be burdened with no work, and tailor them to one army and challenge the goblins to fight again.

I don't have any other means.

But I don't feel good about it. From the standpoint of leading and rambling the desolate until now, it was troublesome to have to train soldiers first.

Even though I don't feel comfortable, I recommend my legs. Because my hostility to goblins was better than my rotten feelings.

"Hmm..."

When Garland enters the refugee district, he is first surprised that there are soldiers looking around. To call a crippled soldier is first and foremost miserable. Should I say that I can make the liquidation of my previous deeds? Even what has ever been prestigious rotten is made the gateway to popular dissatisfaction.

Or, on the contrary, will you rule the people with power? Garland is heartily pleased that it is an unplanned harvest on their figure, far from what Garland knows about the defeated soldiers.

"Hey, you...... do you have a representative here?

Speak to a soldier your age who was looking around.

"This is the Storm Knight Hall"

Many West Metropolitan soldiers see and know Garland. Because we fought together in last year's operation to recapture the Virgin.

Lord Yuan said you'd be at the training ground.

"Is there a training ground?

"Yeah... let me show you"

Galland is surprised several times as he walks through the refugee district guided by soldiers who bought him guidance and left. They are well kept in control.

"When I say Yuan, was it Lord Gowen's right arm?

Garland, unfamiliar with the name Yuan, asks imagining a warrior of war, but the soldier laughs and denies.

"My eyes were on me, but with my right arm... after Lord Corseo's death, there was no one who could finally be Lord Gowen's right arm. It's a shame to give it back. If Lord Corseo had lived, there would have been no such unilateral defeat."

Nodding at the soldier in the rap guide, Garland thinks.

"However, I don't think it's the majority of people who have kept the lead so far..."

"Ha ha, I guess Lord Yuan would be satisfied to have the Holy Knight say that much. But what do you say... when you look at that young man, they all want to help you. So do I, but when I look at those straight eyes, I feel like they remind me of something I lost a long time ago."

Garland was surprised to hear that it was still a young man who was showing so much control. Before Garland's surprise subsides, a soldier from the guide speaks up.

"Oh, there it is"

At the tip of the finger is the figure of a knight who has just become a young man. The figure of a young man directing the movement of a small unit while exposing his upper body is so young that he is likely to mistake it for a boy. But the various scars, large and small, which could be described as a battle engraved on its body, seemed to silently tell how many training grounds he had dived in.

"Lord Yuan! Customer!"

"Who is it!?

While in command, to Yuan, who gives it back aloud, the soldier gives it back with a laugh.

"Oh, my God, Lord Galland the Holy Knight is here!

I get all the whimpering around that noise. Garland fixes his gaze to Yuan alone, as if the surrounding conditions were not in his ears. In contrast, Yuan gets a tough look when he hears about Garland.

"You're the one in charge here, aren't you?

Yuan nods with a harsh look at Ganrado looking down at him.

"Definitely. Did the people of the West Capital give you a rough summons?

"Am I?"

Garland tilted his neck for a moment and laughed bitterly at the thought of what the man in front of him was creating a harsh look for.

"Oh, I see. It's a mistake. I don't imitate guards."

Yuan stares back with a grin as fierce as a floating lion.

"So what does it look like?

"... oh yeah"

If Garland thought of it and looked around, there was a figure of refugees gathering curious gaze around them.

"Don't you guys want the West Capital back?

The air sways deliberately. Look at each other in the face, they put their words to anxiety and expectations.

"... to prank, I want you to stop confusing the people of the West Capital"

"I see... Am I suspected? I'll be back tomorrow at the same time."

Garland, walking with his back to Yuan, came as he put it the next day at the same time.

This time, however, he carried a bag that was as good as his own, and took the fewer roughnecks and appeared again.

"... what are you going to do?

Wearing armor and in front of Yuan with the sword, Garland looks around again. Around, people still look frightened by anxiety and only slight expectations.

"Hmm."

Sniffles and laughs, Garland smashes the contents of the bag he's been carrying.

What has emerged from inside are massive quantities of gold coins. That's the amount that civilians would still be luxurious after seven rebirths, smashing it unconstitutionally.

As everyone stalls, Garland laughs furiously and sticks his sword to the ground.

"I'm here to buy you!!

Shake the air and raise your voice so loud that it seems to echo everything in the refugee area.

Yuan and the others opened their eyes and were surprised by the heat in his voice. The heat of your thoughts as if you were watching a spraying fire column up close.

"Your homeland remains taken away! Can you forgive me for putting this down?

Garland's voice overwhelms the people of the West Capital surrounding them. Unlike Gowen's grand prestige, Garland had the strength not to hide its fierceness.

"What we have here is this whole property of mine! I'll buy you a future with this money! Anyone who doesn't want to be bought, run! It's a battlefield I'm taking you to!

The heavenly trembling voice begins to be lit by the fire that was smoking in the breasts of those around it, step by step.

"Sooner or later, the king's money will be exhausted, and you will drown miserably! Your children, your grandchildren! Know you can no longer live as a human being!

Even though I have an appointment with Gowen, the oppression of the treasury is considerable. Soon in the not-too-distant future the majority of them will be sold off as slaves.

"So now! I'll buy them out! Under me, they'll give me a chance to open up my future!

The Garland language of risking his life to cut and explore the future was easily accepted by many West Metropolitan people who had originally sought to explore the border.

Yuan asks, indulging in the hot stuff that springs up behind his chest.

"What do you make? Buy us."

"It must be decided."

Garland, the most vociferous ever, barked at heaven.

"Get the West Capital back! Follow me, you bastards!!

In a gushing cheer, Garland raises his right arm. As if he were a king, Garland reigned over the people of the West Capital.