Goblin Kingdom

It is the moon of Tura that the king of Goblin defeated Gowen Raneed, the Western lord, and occupied the West Capital. In the month following that, in the month of Rabbit, the king of Goblin decided to form an alliance with the proud blood clan.

It was the month of Drago the following month that the two emissaries of the blood alliance conveyed their achievements to the Alliance Lord and set them in motion.

The proud bloodline is a blood alliance known for employing fairies and subhumans without discrimination. You can't hire someone just called a demon, but that liaison was supposed to be subhuman.

An army of goblin kings pointing south, but its slippage is good to say. The aftermath of the Warcraft Army, led by Gi Gee Old, was the beginning and end of oppressing the small cities of the group of free cities and the Lords screaming and pleading with the upper echelons of the Kushins.

Anyway, that number is high.

The Warcraft move only slightly, and the surrounding Warcraft perceive it and move. It is tantamount to a warcraft invading a territory and killing it, striking unbearably at the realm of man.

When it comes to the Moon of Drago, it fits back in the early summer. Usually the fields should have been full of luminous greenery, but the peasants scream at the crops devoured by the damage of the warcraft.

The Lords to defend it also had to redouble their fatigue and squander in the repeated raids of the Warcraft.

Even the village of Burger, northwest of the group of free cities, was happening.

"It's a warcraft! They're attacking us again!

The scream of the man who was out in the field surrounds the village with hustle and bustle.

"Contact the lord, woman and child into the house! Men gather at the gate with weapons!

The whole village moves out at the initiative of a magnificent village chief.

"Mayor, Sonia's not here!

It is a small village. We can all say we know each other. It's that village, so we know who's not there right away. The girl, called Sonia, should have been out in the field with the help of her parents.

"Sonia! Where!?

Her acquaintances raise their voices, but they are not back inside the village.

"There it is!

It was one of the villagers hunting who found it. At the tip of the finger is the figure of a girl being chased by a triangular pig (triple bore).

"Sonia, hurry!

They were screaming villagers, but their speed is too different. Even a hunter's bow is unlikely to even be able to tow it because it's too far away.

It was one arrow that was unleashed that saved the girl who was thought to be caught up.

The archer, who pierced the leg of the Warcraft and made him try to save the girl with a single blow, was a traveler who had been in the village since yesterday.

"Galwin!"

"Respond!"

Running out was a warrior with a long battle axe on his shoulder. A human warrior in skinned armor quickly rushes over to the girl and covers her on its back.

Confront the rising warcraft and help the girl.

Twist and twist the protrusion of the triangle pig, whilst slamming a blow into his forefoot. An arrow curved into the sky pierces the back of a warcraft that raises its voice, both angry and screaming.

"Good cover! Face!"

A triangular pig, wounded on both forelegs, but left to anger to thrust through. Seeing the rampage calmly, the warrior, known as Galwin, slaps the battle axe against the pig's neck.

A cheer echoed like an explosion after a moment from the village on a warcraft that bled out in abundance and fell.

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Soon after leaving the Warcraft raid, the contacted Lords Army arrives. But they also looked away and were surprised that the subject to be crusaded had already been struck down.

Normally lords are extremely reluctant to reduce their own hand-held strength. Therefore, even though it is a demonic crusade, they rush to the rescue, ready and able to win.

In contrast, adventurers develop battles over predictions that they will probably win. If you call it a regular battlefield, that's it, but for now, if you can't start a fight, you also have the option of running away.

It emerged as the speed of the lord's movements that must protect the light adventurer and the territory.

Both were held against the threat of a warcraft.

"I thank you for protecting my territory. I want you to tell me your first name."

Therefore, if you are a lucrative lord, it is only natural to conclude that you want to secure the power to say adventurer. If you become a lord with only a small territory, you can expect a corresponding defensive capability by simply keeping a well-known adventurer in that territory.

"I'm Faith, this is..."

"It's Galwin."

Lords nod at them with grand breasts.

The lord wants to thank him for protecting his territory, tells them he wants to invite them to the lord's mansion, and the two adventurers take it for granted.

Such interaction was actually quite common. Especially in places called peripherals, they are essential for warcraft, demons, and subhuman and other human-threatening beings.

"Well, of that proud bloodline (Leonheart)..."

At night and at dinner at the lord's mansion, the lord will find out that they are part of a huge blood alliance rooting in the east.

"As for mercenary operations, I imagined the rougher ones."

Face, a mixture of fairy clans and humans, puts a bitter smile on its neat face and shakes its head at the lord's perception.

"Recently, we have also been operating from the West to the South. Along with that, you often behave more as an adventurer than as a mercenary."

Ignoring Galwin, who stuffs food into his mouth with all his heart, Faith answers.

"I see... so how long are you going to stay here? As you can see, I'd be comfortable being a lord if there were a trusted adventurer like you around here because of the frequent warcraft raids these days."

To the lord who cuts to the point, Faith coughs up to Galwin, who is still obsessed with eating.

"Oh, oh... the rice's good and it'll always be good"

Face coughs up again and opens his mouth as he sighs inside to a pungent Galwin.

"We're not charitable either."

Once you put in a no greeting, the lord is visibly discouraged. In fact, if you use a weapon, it will wear out and your protective equipment will be damaged when it is hit by the opponent. Those who could not hang money on things that preserved their lives could not live long. And for repairs, it naturally costs money.

The lord knew that, so he was disappointed. Or if it's a giant blood alliance, I was wondering if you could help me with some mistake.

Smiling on a neat face, Faith says all the more.

"But I see the predicament here on the journey. I'd like to help as well as us if I could."

"It would be helpful if you could say that..."

What distresses me is the financial situation of the territory. There is little room in the finances because of the fabric to Kushinism. To hire adventurers just to defend their territory, they will have to lay their debts on top of each other.

Lords are neither reckless nor self-absorbed enough to dare into the path of visible bankruptcy. Lords, unaware of the plight of the proud bloodline in the East, had to turn backwards in the negotiations.

As a once-lucky one, there is a voice of Faith on the lord who nearly decided his mind to drop them off.

"So why don't you hit your hand with the inn, the meal, and later about three silver coins a month?

"... Oh my God! Really with that kind of amount?

It is not impossible for the lord to be surprised. If you are a valuable force like them, it is not surprising that if you go to the Kurtidian, home of Kushinism, you can hire them in gold instead of silver coins.

By being offered an amount that even the present lord can manage to pay, the lord is moved by all the tears and takes the hand of Faith.

"... you are definitely our saviors"

"No, because it is also the intention of our allies to help those in need."

On a smiling face, the lord nodded as he revealed his emotion.

Naturally, there's a back to a good story.

About three pieces of silver is not enough to repair the weapon. I dared to take it on and the proud bloodline sent its personnel into a region with a fierce aftermath of warcraft for a corresponding reason.

Such interaction occurred everywhere in the realm ruled by the small lords who suffer the damage of the Warcraft, and the proud bloodline was sending them into the narrow between the Goblin and Kushin forces as long as their power was desired.

It was like staining the dry sand with water, and by the time the moon changed, the proud bloodline (Leonheart) had developed a good relationship with each lord and inhabitant.

Very few knew the long arm of the king of Goblin stretched out to the Kushinites.

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In Goblin's home abyss fort, Kingsguards, including one-armed Gi Bei and others, were coaching newly born Goblins how to fight.

Three months after the battle against humans began. A steady new force was being delivered to the king of Goblin, who occupied the western capital and began to look south.

Based in the western capital, it is enough that the king of Goblin, who began to invade the plains, has no matter how many troops. Goblins mother to Gi's settlement, each of the four clans, and even the Goblins of the South. After nearly 500 replenishments in three months, the king of Goblin was embarking on measures against the humans who were ready for the West End.

Even though they have learned to farm, all they can make is something about the fruit of red fruit. It's very not enough to eat as a staple. Either way, even if we farm on goblins only, at the decision of the king of goblins, who still thought it difficult for them to do it alone, we have started farming on the initiative of humans everywhere.

Although he was originally a goblin with a person of different health, there were also advances by Gi-Go-Amatsuki that he was eaten without resistance with bread that was used as a staple food for humans using wheat, and the figure of goblins plowing the land was seen everywhere.

It was not the name of the Tunda Soldier System, but the king of Goblin, who lay low and waited for the hour, was not going to let the soldiers play in vain.

No matter how much food you have.

The hunt was a must to get goblin staple meat, but the king felt it was not enough to feed the goblins, which totalled nearly 2,000.

If you break something called an ecosystem, you eat an unexpected climax. It was something I wouldn't even think about for a king of goblins, such as pushing one race into extinction.

He was about to gradually change his food supply destination from hunting to farming because he was a king who knew about it as knowledge.

But hunting to train goblins will inevitably be necessary.

The king of Goblin had admitted to saying that he would be recognized as a warrior for the first time after a trinity of training and life-threatening adult trials.

It was Schmere who was entrusted with the mediator between goblins and humans plowing the fields, circling the surrounding villages. Now he turns to mediation and pleading and other collections from the village to the village, taking care of the remaining stray children in the West Capital.

In fact, the grievances and hassles that would come to her were to be delivered immediately to the King. Nearly a hundred children under the age of fifteen were gathered at Shumea's, who were allowed to travel from village to village and train Shumea's immediate spears in their free time.

The food received from the colonial cities had a portion that 2,000 soldiers could feed for six months. It was because of this food that measures were taken by humans to say that they would be exempt from taxes for one year this year.

Screaming at her busyness, she seemed to enjoy taking care of the kids.

Meanwhile, Josh, entrusted with the slave he captured when he dropped the West Capital, was in trouble and was scratching his head.

Even in a sip with a slave, it is treated differently from country to country, and even exists in slavery, from gladiators to those who are bright in calculations, slaves who take care of the Lord, whether sexual or not.

Josh, entrusted with a wide variety of “commodities," was having trouble handling them. About 100 children out of 700 humans who came under the rule of the King of Goblins in the West Capital. There were about 400 slaves. Others were old people, sinners, deserters, etc.

Four times more than Shmere in numbers alone. And it took me ten days just to interview each and every one of them about what they could do. Moreover, if it comes to its operation, the unimaginable miscellaneous work swings over him.

He had to struggle alone because he couldn't count on goblins and the fairies might be fit to govern with their knowledge and longevity, but there is a huge aspect to saying that he can't rely on anyone because it's really harmful to actually move people.

With blue breath, Josh runs around all day sparing no time even screaming to run the slaves.

Deposit about thirty slaves brought in as war slaves with Gi-Go, who seem to have an understanding among the goblins, and send them to each village to assist the fairy clan if they can write letters or calculate.

Those who are good at taking care of the Lord's surroundings will be allowed to take care of the old people who remain in the West Capital, as well as sending them to villages to expand their agricultural lands.

I happened to meet him in the village, and he was surprised at how he was doing, so I knew how hard Josh was.

But it also managed to take shape, and gradually the Goblin kingdom was being shaped as a kingdom.

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The kingdom of Erlane, where the Red King of the Blood Alliance (Klan) conducts its activities, divides half of its national territory into agricultural areas and desertified areas.

In the southern desert, a number of cities called Oasis City form small towns, and merchants cross the desert.

Whether in the desert or not, there are warcraft demons.

Escorting them attacking the caravan was one of the Red King's sources of income as an adventurer.

Two days west of the path used by the merchants, the Red King, led by an umbrella blood alliance, had come to crusade the demons.

"Let the Explorers detect the ants coming out of your feet!

It is the muscular warrior who takes command.

Following that support, participants gathered from each blood alliance expand into the desert zone.

"The joint front seems to be going well inside."

Brandika nods at Carlion's words with a blue-white face that doesn't suit the desert area.

'Cause it looks like someone's been working on my candidacy all night.

"Well, let's just say..."

"Oh, my God, don't light it up."

Carlion cheeked like trouble at Brandika, who laughed luxuriously.

The Red King (Red King), a coalition blood league, sometimes exchanges talent across a wide variety of blood leagues under its umbrella and hunts on a large scale to gain experience.

Sometimes Brandika herself leads, sometimes someone in the executive ranks of the Red King, like this one.

"Don't protrude too much! You just have to push it in gradually!

Several parties that make up the front line send a signal of understanding to the muscular warrior's instructions.

"Sardine's on board... and so am I."

"No, you can't. Then Sardine would be pathetic."

Carlion stabs the nail at Brandika, who wants to go to the front with a groom.

"No, just a little bit"

"No, sir."

"Just, hey"

"No!

"Because it's just the tiptoe!

"If it doesn't work, it doesn't work. In addition, there will be generals and allies."

Without even realizing the cold gaze of Salé, who refrains next door, Brandika begs, but Carlion turns his gaze backwards without leaving him in the lurch.

Then Brandika also looked back as he was flushed, and it was Kanash, a leading general of the kingdom of Erlane, and the allies of the blood alliance under his umbrella who entered his sight.

"Ah, well, what choice do I have?"

When I let him hold his mouth like some obstinate child, he walks out toward them.

"... one day, I was going to ask"

Salle speaks to Carlion, who drops off the Lord.

"Yes?"

"Why do you support him?

"Because I want to support you... shouldn't that be"

When he giggles, Carlion turns his gaze toward Sardine, who takes command.

To the report of finding the nest of Ant-Man (Killer Ant), he told Salé that he would rest for a little while when he was sure of the success of this hunt, and went into the tent.

"Hmm......!

The sniffling Salé gazes at the sunny Ethereal Dome and the sprawling desert earth.

A desert wind stroked the cheeks of the warrior Salé of the Soil Fairy Clan (Gnome) and ran through it.