Goblin Kingdom

The Spirited Ancient Beast of the King of Goblin, Gi Gee Old, the Mad Lion Gi Zu Luo, and the Assassination Gi Gee Arsil, had made sure to have a meeting once a day since they began their progression to the south.

And they are currently executing a royal decree that says they will stop marching and explore their surroundings.

"Especially if it doesn't come out of the human side today."

Gi Zu slips his mouth in dissatisfaction.

"You look unhappy."

Gi Gee cheeks on the meat the Warcraft has brought me.

"You think you're unhappy with the king's orders?

Gi Ji stares at Gi Zu with a sharp gaze.

"That's not true, but there are just a few human settlements here..."

"Oh, then take care of the beast."

"No matter how many reconnaissance and manpower..."

Gi Zu roared to the first two to brighten his eyes.

This was an order from the king.

From Gi Gee we will report the situation and food situation of the Warcraft, from Gi Zu we will report the condition of the human village and from Gi Gee we will report the terrain ahead.

If you have the good legs of the Goblins, you will arrive in eight days in the area of the northern free city group occupied by the Kushins in the south. They had deliberately delayed the march, under the King's orders, as they explored the information.

Speaking of areas, the border line was not clearly drawn, to the extent that soldiers of patrols were turning to the settlements forming the border.

The western realm of the Kingdom of Germion still does not leave the border. It is true that the western capital had a population of 10,000 and was well governed in the name of the western lord Gowen, but the extent of its power was nevertheless around the colonial city from the western capital.

Likewise, in the northern group of free cities, the area bordering the western realm of the Kingdom of Germion is the area ruled by the small lords. It was the powerless who led the pioneering group to open fields and live there, commanded inhabitants from adjacent villages to live there, and broken nobles to bring their supporters for various reasons, but generally less savory borders.

There is leadership, whether you lead a pioneering group or not. Or there are powerful patrons, either, but their lords are close to the inhabitants. About 300 people even when it comes to large pioneering groups. To that extent, I don't want to see each other every day, but I will know who it is.

Face to face with the people who obey you every day and you will naturally have feelings. You'll naturally like it or not, but we still eat together every day. Few of the small lords imposed harsh manoeuvres on their inhabitants, like the great nobles.

Even the inhabitants say that they are constantly identifying the qualities of those who should be lords. The tide was naturally fostered in the pioneering group that if it were too bad a lord would make another.

The Lords break their hearts for the Lords, and the Lords join forces for the Lords. It is generally such a thing to refer to as the breeze of the small lords of the border.

The small lords of the border have gained strength for two or three generations and gradually become medium-sized aristocrats. Naturally, we will increase the number of settlements that follow in the process and add other small lords of the border to the umbrella, but there are never many who will fall before we gain strength.

The border was such a harsh pattern of land.

Fighting from other lords, trekking bandits, and crop incomes are not enough to help. And the most vigilant must have been the onslaught of the Warcraft.

The Lords of the Border pay the most attention to the creation of warcraft and crops in the early days.

It was their reality that human strife was second, and Gowen, the Western lord bordering on the border, was fully aware of that. It therefore did not badly stimulate them and in the western region concentrated villages on the north side.

Gowen, stretching his strength to the west, was planning to use the grace gained in the dark woods to gain further strength before forming an offensive to the south.

Gowen, who showed the matter not in words or deeds but in deeds, had been misled by Ashtar in his intentions and had become temporarily dissonant, but that dissonance had also dissolved since the threat of goblins had increased.

For more than a decade, Gowen's policy and the small borderline lords of the Free City Group were able to develop their strength while dealing only with natural disasters and warcraft.

There are still a number of first-generation small lords active who are certain in terms of both their ability to hope, and their successors, who grew up under their guidance, generally have many talented categories.

Not that much was foreseen by the king of Goblin, but as the knowledge gained by the king of Goblin through his experience, he could have predicted that there would be nothing incompetent to explore an undeveloped land if he tried to be a man like the Dark Forest.

Looking ahead, that's exactly what the sophisticated powerful enemy called Gowen Raneed is, and if you look south, there's a huge country right in front of you: a group of free cities. Naturally adjacent to the dark woods, they would, from their point of view, be called borders.

Think so far. The King of Goblins had to be cautious. Fear is the presence of a second Gowen Raneed. If you're a warrior, you can't even hope for the emergence of powerful enemies. But as a ruler who leads the Goblins into battle, no one has ever had more trouble with them.

It was the presence of the Kushins, however, who made the king of the Goblins determined to make his way south. The encounter with Pope Benem Nemsch had led the king of Goblin to find his way south.

Information brought about through the proud blood of the human allies (Leonhart), the chaos caused by the breakdown of the free city group between North and South and the activation of what Nemsh calls jihad. It is unknown to what extent the influence will spread to the border, but the king of Goblin decided that it will never roll to the worse.

The kingdom of Germion, which lies to the east, has built a number of small fortifications on its border with the western realm in a short period of time to consolidate its defenses, he said. It is not impossible to drop the total force of the goblin if it is put together, but the question arises as to where the hell to strike it by hand for dropping that group of forts.

The total number of goblins is about 2000. Even adding allies and fairies is that number. Even with this addition of 1,000 new human allies' proud blood (Leonhart) combat personnel, it is only 3,000 troops.

The king of Goblin had to decide that it was impossible to dominate the kingdom of Germion at 3000, given the battle in the western realm ahead.

Therefore the king of Goblin laid eyes on the group of free cities in the south. After attacking that peripheral region and gaining more allies, form an attack for the Kingdom of Germion.

The king of Goblin, who drew a strategy to that end, had to figure out how. Just ravaging the area with goblin force would not obey humans. If you can, I'd prefer you to tell me you're going to come over here.

So what does it take?

First is the removal of prejudice, the presence of enemies more vicious than goblins, and the demonstration of authority.

The king of goblins, who thought the hardest part was removing prejudice, thinks of cleaning up the other two first. It is relatively less difficult to show authority.

It's war.

Besides, it's not a battle with the little lords on the border. You can show them Goblin's strength in the battle against that vicious enemy.

The presence of enemies more vicious than goblins. This is what the good guys are doing right now in the north of the Free Cities. It's bad for them, but they'll need you to be a stepping stone. Considers it possible to show authority to the Border Lords through the battle against them;

And the last remaining removal of prejudice. Or this is the hardest part. But without this, the small lords of the border will not fall on the goblin side.

If we don't have the means to solve it at once, as in battle, we have to take the stage and get rid of it. It is also good to say that not killing humans in vain and not sending them to the realm of humans, or imposing an impossible tax system and tormenting the inhabitants, are all fabric stones for this purpose.

Their blood alliance (clan), which they say embraces both the proud blood clan (Leonheart) and the subhuman and fairy clans, has a key role to play in this.

If they weren't there, I would have tried to get Felby the fairy tribe to take on a similar role, but I just got a good handkerchief on hand, so I don't have any hands I wouldn't use.

Will humans be able to get rid of the hands they have reached out to for the crisis? Whatever the intent of the man who offered them his hand was to help them, it was man who would be frightened.

The long hand of the king of Goblin was stretched out toward the little lords of the border.

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Blood Alliance (Clan) Red King (Red King) has a Wizard. His name is Grave Neal. He is an old sorcerer named Enchanter.

Originally born as the second son of a blacksmith, he realized his talent at the age of fourteen and has honed that talent wholeheartedly for forty years since.

The magic of granting that he uses was something that could give each of his attributes to his protective equipment and to his sword. If, for example, a spear is given a lightning attribute, the spear will have the effect of paralyzing the enemy when it wants to attack. If you are a sword with a flaming attribute, the cuts can cause burns.

It wasn't just weapons, he was also hands-on in granting protective equipment.

The armor that gave the wind attribute is lighter like a feather, and the boot that gave the iron attribute is very strong.

"Hey Sardine! You're marching too fast! Respect the old man some more!

"What are you talking about, Grandpa? Didn't I just tell you not to treat me like an old man!

"You're a man of no accommodation!

"He's just a rational old man!

Though slightly challenging in character, the breadth of its connections and the certainty of its arms over the years have crossed several blood alliances can be described as the best of the Red King.

"Well, well, don't fight. We're going to negotiate, but they're going to lick us if the atmosphere doesn't work."

To Carlion's words, Sardine, a musculoskeletal warrior, pinches his mouth.

"Oh, that's the thing. Do we have to negotiate on purpose? Was it Flying Swallow's blood alliance? It's a well-known place, I'm sure."

"This is why people who only have muscles stuck in their brains are in trouble!

"What?

Sardine stares at a surprisingly suspicious old wizard.

"If you're licking a flying swallow, it'll fit your sore eyes. They cross the world just like flying swallows. You can't snipe home like Flying to Freedom (Elks). Besides, get the right people to go around the world."

Grave stabs a nail at Carlion for not wanting to turn him into the enemy.

"It's okay. Negotiate for the purpose of not being hostile."

"... I hope so"

"Isn't that pessimistic, Grandpa?"

To the teasing Sardinian voice, Grave follows Sardine by shaking up a cane in his hand to see if he was upset. But there was a steady difference between Sardine, a warrior who prevented and stopped his enemies in the avant-garde, and Grave, who was entrusted with the rear guard.

"What's up, you're on my feet, Grandpa!

"Damn... young, damn!

His breath constantly follows Sardine, but he's very unlikely to catch up.

He turns to a medium-sized city called Sapnir, south of the kingdom of Erlane. Puena, a trading state also involved in the founding of a group of free cities, is just in the middle of nowhere.

"Oh! Long time no see, Lord Wierd"

To Grave's voice, the giant man lowered his head with a grin.

"No, I'm sorry I'm out of time this way. Old Master Grave seems to be doing well."

The rigid Wierd was stretching his legs to the group of free cities after his activities in the Shreddish country. For on one side there was the demand of the blood alliance, and on the other there was the Red King, to whom he himself could instigate interest.

"The Allied Lord Arcs says it's a pleasure."

"That's... that's a waste of time for Non and the like."

When they enter the mall in the lead of Wierd, they uniformly whisk their brows.

"Lord Wierd, this is..."

"Oh, at the familiar mall. I have nothing to show you. It's a place you can trust."

A commercial museum was a place used by some of the most powerful merchants.

Lord Boulder Wired.

To Grave's bitter smile, Wierd replied with a seemingly good grin of a person.

The power of Flying Swallow's Blood Alliance extends not only to the Adventurer Alliance, but also to the Merchant Alliance. And they made the matter seem different, and the face of the king of red began to be eaten by each of them, beginning with the carlion. But there was no such thing as putting it on the look of one person.

Start negotiations quickly. Time was finite for everyone.

"Is it a mutual inviolability agreement?

Wierd tilts his neck at words he is unfamiliar with hearing.

"That's right. My Red King wants an alliance that includes even an umbrella organization with Flying Swallow. That's the first step."

It is Carlion who cuts out the story with polite language. The diplomacy of the Red King had been undertaken by him in one hand.

"Hmm..."

To the contemplative wierd, Carlion overlaps words.

"How many minutes have we just entered the southern region? We want to avoid excessive friction with leading swallows."

At first glance, it sounds bad, but because of one case of flying to freedom (Elks), it also sounds like intimidation.

"It would be good. I'll tell my lord."

The face of the Red King is more surprised by the wierd who returns it in two replies. Because I didn't think the negotiations would come together so easily.

"But there's one condition"

"... what is it?

"What, I want you to hear it without getting so hard? I wonder if we should promote exchanges of talent with each other here, in conjunction with mutual exchanges, but could you accept that?

To Wyard's suggestion, Grave and Sardine see Carlion. Carlion nodded with the same smile as usual.

"Of course, it's an unwanted pleasure to be with the famous Flying Swallow Blood Alliance."

"Yes, there's nothing left to stir up."

Carlion smiled back at Wierd, who laughed lavishly.

After the trade hall, the three discuss the earlier Wyard proposal on foot.

"Was it good, Lord King's Talent?

"I thought I'd have to take it here."

The most important thing in this negotiation is to maintain friendship with Flying Swallow. It was a strategy to say to change the image attached to the Red King by keeping friendship with a blood alliance with power. It takes a lot to put a lot of blood alliances under your umbrella.

Nobody likes it and doesn't want to put themselves in a bad place.

"We showed strength in the fight against flying to freedom. After that, I think if we had Lord Grave's connections, Lord Sardine's definitive front arm, and the Alliance's people's desire, we'd be on track as the Red King."

"Then why did you fly?"

Sardine whispers in a grumpy manner.

"I think extra friction should be avoided when stretching the force. Power is all you need, you can use it when you need it. Don't you think?

"Well, I suppose so."

"Depending on what you think, this is a good opportunity to explore the interior of Flying Swallow's blood alliance."

"... but I can take it."

Grave and Sardine tilt each other's necks.

"Grandpa, to what extent can an old man send that wierd?

"Personality is rigid in a nutshell. If you think only of defense, Lord Shunlai will be sealed."

"An old man who looks good to that guy?

Imagine the skill of a black-haired swordsman in the same red king, Suspiciously Sardine listens.

"I'm calm now, but I used to be a ghost on the battlefield. If you had been on the spot, you would have leaked a blue silver axe spear (Congo) on your right hand and a demon steel shield (Hodo) on your left."

Tell him to miss the old days, then Grave opens his mouth as he adds.

"Well these days, I hear they're both starting to seal up and enhance themselves. Your personality has settled down with your age."

"... I hope so"

On that day, Flying Swallow and the Red King entered into an agreement of mutual inviolability, promising each other the distribution of profits in the South and the East. They will also promise to exchange talent with each other and send three international students to each other.

By this agreement, the Red King consolidates his ground in the South, with the result that Flying Swallow's Blood Coalition avoids a full-fledged confrontation with the up-and-coming Blood Coalition. It was not yet known which of the medium-sized blood alliance male-to-male agreements had much to gain.

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The bounty hunters, mainly Bertazar the Spear, were taking their path far north of the fort.

"If goblins keep humans under control, we'll use them."

It was still a veritable berthazar of strength that always dominated this group of people with scratches on their tibia.

"Are you okay with an old man like this?

But naturally, there are some things out there that are dissatisfied with it. Especially young people who are talented but prone to losing their desires.

It was still the young swordsman who raised his dissatisfaction.

"If you're dissatisfied, you can move alone. It's not like we're friends."

The young swordsman stands suddenly in the gaze of a stabbing bertazar.

Suddenly when he pulls the sword out of his sheath, he pokes the sword of his escape at Bertazar and repeats the provocation.

I don't know why I'm following you.

……

Bertazar also stood up with a short spear and a voice shouted around them.

The confrontation between the two staring at each other was momentary.

"He's a troubled old man..."

And, thinking that the young swordsman loosened his expression and sighed, a swordsman standing with a sloppy long sword in his hand is suddenly slashed for Bertazar's neck.

"─ ─ Dead."

As for the devil, the swordsman's sword, whose face was distorted by anger and slashed, was sharp, and if polished, he made him ask about his glowing talent.

When Bertazar turns away instantly, he smites the sword of the slain swordsman without difficulty. Bend and at the same time push the Swordsman's jaw up with a spear stone poke to distract his torso.

"What, huh!?

I chewed my tongue or cut it in my mouth, blood gushing out of my mouth. But Bertazar's attacks will not stop. One spin of a short spear sticking up the enemy's jaw, now painfully hitting the tibia with the patterned part.

Add another blow to the arms of a screaming swordsman with a stone poke, cool off the angry swordsman's gaze, and kick the young swordsman in.

With a kick of a bertazar that struck directly at Mitsuru, whoever did it to a young swordsman while spitting diarrhea slowly approached him. Kick even more swordsman in the face as everyone sounds silently as if they were about to be exposed to cold water.

Even the people who stood up calmed down to their less handy and unexpected violence against people, after which only the sound of Bertazar kicking the swordsman sounds.

A swordsman with a broken nose, a severed mouth, full of blood and no movement. If you do that, the swordsman will be freed.

"Anything dissatisfied?

At a time when I didn't get a name, I had a rating in them.

At that point, Bertazar had become the leader to lead those bounty hunters and had decided to board the West Capital.

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Puel Sinforua had reached Phoenix, a small nation in the southern part of the small group of nations, about Berk Arsen, a warrior of the Soil Fairy Clan (Gnome).

I won't stop insisting on Puell saying it's painful to get involved, that the runaway adventurer Shrei and the Zenobian followers Lou should follow Berk hard. It meant that if we tried them both, it would be safer to stay with Berk, a strong ally when we got rid of the chaser.

"You signed a contract, didn't you!?

"That's to the point of helping my compatriots..."

"But if it stays like this, Mr. Puell will be in crisis again, won't he!?

"That's right..."

Surprisingly, after Puell and I broke up, they ran into the Adventurer Alliance and were looking for someone to escort them. But the amount they had was small. Besides, nobody in that “Webbles dagger" tried to take it on without fear.

It was Berk who showed up there. Berk, who had just come out of the southern desert, was, in a nutshell, unknown to the world. He was oblivious to the circumstances of the human world, but he was attracted to the word to help his compatriots and took on the request.

It wasn't Puell who lost the roots to the two of us, it was Berk.

In the meantime, I talked to the leader of my blood alliance about just talking about it. Sometimes it was just after Puell was made to mourn her own fatigue in earlier battles and the recklessness of challenging her blood alliance by herself.

"... oh, one thing to keep in mind"

And it was the small state Phoenix that they came to. It was a country famous for protecting fairies. It was a strangely soggy Berk since he stepped into the country, but opens his mouth to the three companions as he decided to.

"... the Alliance Lord is very, very difficult. Easily appeal to violence on top of that. Typical of a rough human being. I'll explain everything, so you better stay back."

To that explanation, the three accompanying men face to face.

"Um, is it okay?

It was Puell who opened his mouth on behalf of the three of them, but maybe, I get heartfelt anxious about Berk's answer.

Through the boulevard and through the narrow back alley. Looking up at the lonely liquor store, Berk confirms the name of the inn and walks inside.

"... Heavenly Pavilion"

Lou looks at the next shrey as he almost cries at the name of the store, which has stirred up tremendous anxiety.

"What should I do, Shrei? No."

"Yes, you'll have to go!

What the three people inside saw was a brunette snoring at the table with her feet on exposed clothes and a Berk approaching it.

Sound boy Tatsuray stares at the brunette by surprise at that too little look.

A long skirt with slits visible up to the thighs, and a leather sandal called Ganica hiatus the toe. Clothes that covered only the abundant chest area were enough to suspect that they were underwear. The previous open tunic has done nothing to hide her honey-colored skin.

"... Shrei no"

Shrei regains herself to the cold gaze poured from next door and speaks to Puell in a slightly hurried voice.

"Is that the Alliance Master? Looks like a woman."

While doing this, Berk rocks the woman's shoulder. She woke up blowing a saliva. When the woman looked at Berk's face, she wrinkled between her eyebrows and sat back in the chair rowing the ship.

The condition of the Alliance lord, who distorted a very neat face from Shrei and put his arms together to listen to Berk, could not help but recall the word "female jewel".

I guess that's how the one-street story ended.

And when the LORD of the League stood up, he grabbed the breasts of Berk, and let him eat his head slamming, whether it should be.

"Gu!?

Berk leaks his painful voice, crouching on the spot.

"You jerk! It's not even money. You're taking the job!!

The roaring rage rocked the tavern, as if it would also grab up the hearts of the three people watching from the side. Fished eyes are as sharp as carnivores seeking prey, and fear runs because they are neat.

"Holy shit! You know how our finances are!? I don't have any money, I've come all the way to Phoenix!

"Well, that's what the Alliance Lord..."

"Ahh!? It's my fault!

Berk's voice gradually dwindles in the voice of the winding League of Women Lord. A gaze aimed at the prey of the Alliance Lord, who has finished spitting evil all the way, is poured on the three hardened at the entrance.

"Hih!?

Who would blame Lou for the accidental screaming?

Come here, you'll no longer be able to escape if you're invited at your fingertips.

As he approached the Lord of the Fearful League of Women, the Lord of Fear sat down in his chair and rambled his right foot on the table.

"So, how much do you want?

Sigh, sigh, and booze toward the counter! and the Lord of Yelling Fear.

"Uh..."

Shrei and Lou inadvertently distract their gaze. If you look at them, it's equal to being told to leave the money behind.

"Are you sure you can take on the request?

Puell, who remained deeply hooded, asks questions as he takes that hood.

"Ahn? Oh, well, then..."

"-Lord!

The door of the store opens vigorously so as to block the words of the female alliance lord I have spoken, and as many as ten of those who are not good with gallows come in.

When he pounded his tongue and checked there, the Alliance lord made the valley of wrinkles that leaned between his eyebrows even more rugged, distorting the edge of his mouth.

"We're talking here, motherfucker. Didn't you learn to be quiet where people are talking?"

"... hey, when's the prey?

Ignore the women's league lord, who seems to be the ten heads to confirm. When I check Puell, I suddenly pull out my sword.

"... Hey, Berk. My sword."

The mouth of the women's league lord distorts to a grin. The grin in his mouth is unusual in a pupil open to anger. Berk throws a strangely slender song knife as he rubs the place where his head pokes. With her back to Berk, when the Alliance lord receives her reward, she stands on her back and exhales thinly.

A glossy red tongue licks her lips from her mouth as crooked as a carnivore that preys on the Lord of the League of Women who takes her tent.

"Woman, if I disturb you, I will not forgive you."

The warning that would be showered by the women's league lord only fuelled her anger.

"Come on, Sancho. I'll chop you up."

Bruise the assassin's warning with a low voice with long dark hair upside down.

"... do it!

A chaser who is simultaneously attacked by the women's league lords under the decree. Unlike Shrei and Lou confronted each other, the female alliance lord lowers herself and sticks herself straight into the undisturbed movement of a real assassin.

Three flashes while taking a breath, a crooked knife sheaths running from the state in which it was placed in the sheath. An assassin, who was supposed to be approaching at about the same time, had been slashed and abandoned by three men with one machete.

The Alliance leader leaves a step further with a surprise assassin. Whenever a trident, white-blade brilliance runs, the number of assassins decreases without a voice.

"Ha."

A distorted grin twists further into a neat face. I don't say floor, I get snugly wet in a blood splash like I look through a sword flash track instead of a wall.

Unfamiliar swordsmanship. But every time he waved, a long dark hair danced, and the brilliant white blade's instant orbit circled in space with a blood splash was as beautifully completed as a sword dance. While Shrei was seen as the swordsmanship of its female alliance lord, the assassin was left alone.

"Kisama!? Who is it?"

"Ah? I don't even know who they are. Have you been fighting and selling them? That's scum."

Sifting off the blood paste on the curved knife, he drops a white blade on the sheath again. Standing back and laughing viciously, the women's league lord speaks out to the assassin.

"Oh, fuck off. It was Vine of Herzuki who killed you. Say hello to the goddess of the Underworld (Artesia)!

"Kissama, the blade of madness..."

Before I finish, Vine's sword cleaves from belly to chest, instantly cutting off the life of the assassin.

"Hmm, the mutton fish."

When you throw it away, you punish the white blade and come back to the front of the Puels with a grasp.

"Well, let's get on with it."

Vine nodded her tongue with the return blood of the opponent she had just killed on her cheek, laughing exactly as the devil did.