Goblin Kingdom

"Oh, my God, if you have money, say so."

Led by a lavishly laughing vigne, the Puels were on their way to an abandoned village south of Phoenix, a small country. The amount Puell offered Vine is enough to make it possible to build one house. Vine, who had a whole laugh at being seen as a demon, turns into a prank cat-like loving face as soon as she sees the amount.

In a sudden change of attitude, Berk Alsen, a warrior of the Soil Fairy Clan (Gnome), sighed, and Shree and Lou, who were frightened, suddenly had no choice but to watch the leopard change.

Puehls, who were able to obtain the help of the Blood League (Klan) Hermoun (Red Moon), were able to purchase information that there were places where the remnants of the Flying to Freedom (Elks) stood in just seven days.

Vine snorts with an evil grin at Puell's plea to take him there immediately.

But there's no guarantee they're still alive.

The source was already more than ten days old. With all that time, it's no surprise you're cornered by Webbles' dagger.

"Nevertheless, please"

Moved by Puel's hard will, Vine accepted.

It takes five days by carriage to reach the abandoned village where they are headed. Not that I'd be free until then, but Shrei and Lou wanted to ask Puell about her.

The bravery of Touri Nokia or his first junior, L'Itagne.

It was often painful, but it was also really a lot of fun.

Vine was drinking without showing any interest in it, and Berk had to do what he did in Berk.

"Ah, speaking of which, are you unaffiliated? So you're hiding behind our blood alliance... and you're hiding behind Elf's daughter?

In accordance with Berk's advice that he is in a good mood as long as he is allowed to drink for now, Vine has been drinking with his little one since this morning. The boy and the girl turned to each other in horror, wondering if it was a joke on the booze, or if they were serious.

"Ha n, well, I have a choice not to belong. The lone wolf has a narrow shoulder. Come on, Berk!

When I speak to Berk sitting on your stand, I lick the liquor again.

"Right. I have trust from the Alliance, and the information I get is out of digits."

I guess I'm used to dealing with drunk vines. To Berk, who answers seriously, Vine snorts.

"Why did Mr. Berk go into the moon?

Berk slightly clouded his expression at Schrey's question, but he didn't know that far because all he could see from them was his back.

"My settlement is south. They used to be north, but they moved south a few generations ago. It's our way of life to chase sand whales into sandy waters."

"It's a long story!

You can no longer ignore the wild vines, Berk opens his heavy mouth.

"That's where I met the allies rolling. In the meantime, after rubbing in the settlement, I became a migratory bird (Roion) and entered the Hemoon. I came north for information, and you guys caught me."

"So it's not too long for that blood alliance?

"Oh, not at all. I just got in about a month ago."

Strangely convincing Shrei and Lou involve a drunk woman.

"Hey, no? Lou wants to come in, too?

Soon Vine sneaks behind Lou, hugging her from behind. A wacky moving hand sways the girl's body from the top of the robe, and Lou screams.

"Ha, ooh, no, please!?

"Ru, ru!?

"Hmm, you're still underdeveloped... now you can't even drop a boy you like, your sister takes off her skin here..."

There was no creation in the Vine of Hundred Wars, such as containment of the rampant Lou.

"Look, if Lou puts us in, you're bound to have to come in, too, Schrae."

"Hey, why does that happen!?

"Oh, I don't know if you're going in... then Lou means mine..."

Cheeky on Lou dyeing his cheeks with shame, he smiles evil and laughs shrey.

"No, no, no!?

"… the Alliance Lord. We're going too far."

The Berk you see speaks up.

"Me too, I think"

Being bitterly complained of by Berk and Puell, Vine releases Lou and takes the liquor bottle again, seemingly uninteresting.

"Damn, what the hell does it mean to complain about the way we solicit? Ahhh, it was a solicitation for two birds with one stone."

Noisy enough, they headed to the abandoned village to the south.

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A peripheral area northwest of the group of free cities. From the aftermath of the Warcraft Army led by Gi Gee, there was one opportunity in that area that was allowing the infiltration of the great bloodline (Leonheart).

The little lords met up with each other and embarked on a countermeasure for the swinging warcraft.

Their companions were adventurers sent by a great blood family (Leonhart). This means that the adventurers placed so much trust in the Lords that they were able to express their opinions on the crisis in the territory that they called the measures of the Warcraft.

It was about two months after the invasion of the Warcraft, when Leonheart began to penetrate. The pair, Galwin and Faith, had surrendered themselves to a small lord in Shirak territory.

The hall of Lord Shirak, which governs three villages and one city, was closest to the Goblin side, as well as devastating to the Warcraft. To the repeated damage of the Warcraft, Lord Shirak finally decided to ask the other little lords for help in the form of suggestions.

Of course there was some advice from Galwin and Faith. Now they had so much trust from both lords and inhabitants that they could speak up to the defense of Shirak territory.

For the small lords, the lords of other territories are powerful opponents, as well as companions to transcend disaster together.

"... thank God for hosting the Lords' Hall (St. Folle) here"

Following Lord Shirak's opening address, the agenda will be discussed.

"As you know, this agenda is about the Warcraft raid."

The Lords of the pioneering generation had to have serious discussions on that agenda, although the degree of threat was different. For example, Lord Guena, who is trying to hide in the shadow of Shirak, did the same.

The fear that if one city dies, it's their turn next pushes their backs.

In the end, however, no radical solution is created. Naturally. If there is such a thing, the lords should be running it on their own from the beginning.

To solve the problem, we have to sort it out.

"Can't we find out why the Warcraft have been activated?

"How about forming a Knights of the Lords Joint?

"Maintain walls so the Warcraft can't come in!

"In the end, will it be gold..."

Lord Shirak, who hosted the synagogue, sighed and clouded his earlier words from there. For the lack of dispute with Gowen, the western lord of the kingdom of Germion, they should have been better moistened than the normal lords. But it was for the sake of Kushinism, for one thing, that we had to draw on them to hire two amazing adventurers.

No matter who the little lord was, he did not have the courage to defy the great wave of Kushinism. The doctrine of whether it has spread around large cities stretches its roots across the wide northern part of the group of free cities.

Lord Shirak declares the meeting closed once the problems have been met. Traveling during the day, meetings started at night were depriving participants of their strength and concentration. Because it distracted me that there was no way I could prolong the meeting.

The weary looking lords head to the hall room assigned to each of them.

"How was it?

Lord Shirak laughs powerlessly at the words of Faith, who was following his lord as an escort.

"... I see. After all, every lord says it's the same thing that's painful in financial terms."

"Unfortunately, if Ruizawa has the funds, he can't come all the way to the border."

The face that arms together, meditates on the eyes and sprinkles into the thoughts cuts out to the lord after a while of troubles.

"... there's one piece of information I'd like to put in your ear"

"What is it? I'd be happy to hear it if it could overshadow the situation."

"As a matter of fact, our blood alliance vice leader, the great conductor, Zaurosh, is here."

A lord instigated by interest blinks and embarks on himself.

"Maybe he has some good ideas"

"Are you good?

"Sometimes the Allies are young, but they are in a position to substantially divide our blood alliance. A loyal man who also says that his heart puts his allies first. Personally, I think I'm a good guy."

Calmly settling in, Lord Shirak is buying high on the strength of Faith, an amazing adventurer.

"How about compared to you?

"You won't even talk about it, such as me. You may barely win with a bow, but very much to the depth of your thoughts, the arms of your sword, or your friendship, in me."

To the words of a face that smiled bitterly and shook his head, the lord was intrigued by a man named Zaurosh in Russia.

"So what do you call that Lord Zaurosh requirement?

"Well, the note only informs me that I will be coming to see how things are going soon, to the requirements..."

Pull yourself out of the way, the lord arms up.

He says what drowns also grabs straw. The Lords twist their heads for whatever purpose the vice allies of the Giant Blood League may have at this time, but they must not have enough information to read through. However, the lord himself trusts the face in front of him.

It's more impossible to hate someone who's risking his life to do something close to working for free. And the achievement is steadily protecting the people.

The man is a good man.

I guess I'm never a bad person, the lord expects.

"If I'm not interrupting, I'd love to see you. Hopefully while this Lordship Hall (St. Folle) is open."

"... let's fly the bird. I'm not sure, but it's an urgent means of communication."

"Appreciate it"

Zaurosh arrived three days after that.

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“Group Wolf” Gi Goo Verbena, who was wounded in the West Side battle and did not join the West Metropolitan offensive, was burning himself to its remorse now that his wounds had healed as well.

"I've bent my knees on humans. Unforgivable. Above all, this is me."

Overtaking the southern goblin, he boasts the most immense force of goblins, except for the king of goblins. Neither the mighty Guidoga clan nor Gi-Gi-Old, who leads the Warcraft Army, in its size and force, extend to Gi-Goo. Buying his strength, Gi Gu gave him the honor of his predecessors in earlier battles, but before Gowen, the Western lord, he suffered defeat.

It is more of a defeat to man, even though it is a disgrace to do so with one thing that says it has disobeyed the king's expectations. Nothing but humiliation for him.

"Big brother, De is also human strong ta!

"Strong."

"Yes, Soo!

Three brothers, Goo Naga, Goo Big and Goo Tough, hold their mouths together to comfort Gi Goo, but Gi Goo himself couldn't clear his mind at all.

For he himself was defeated, and conceived while the wound healed, he reaches one conclusion. That is, the power of numbers. He took control of the South with a method of warfare that originally drove his enemies away in an overwhelming swarm.

I've only done enough to count the battles at a disadvantage.

Gi Gu thinks it's impossible to lose to humans or something if it's an equal number.

"Expand my realm"

So all of a sudden the three brothers were surprised that Gi Gu let the word go.

"So mo, south desert..."

"Sand, fever, no..."

"Kings, angry la y?

Gi Goo nods to his brothers, who divulge the sentiments of the Three Kinds, that he is fine.

"Our hometown is only in the woods. But go west, not south. To the king... we have to send a messenger."

Until he borders with the fairy tribe, he expands his forces and joins the king's battle with the goblins who live in that realm as his gestures.

"Defeat is enough for once"

As soon as the permission of the king of goblins was granted, the southern goblins, led by Gi Goo Verbena, proceeded with the herd as it avalanched into the dark southwestern Forest at an avid rate.

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Since occupying the West, the King of Goblin has been based in the West Capital, carrying out busy affairs. Even so, the King of Goblins cannot yet read the letters of this world. Although I am currently studying, I am not proficient enough to read the report.

He therefore took the form of placing someone close to him who could be trusted to read the reported text or to report it directly.

By the king is Faye sent by the fairy family Forni. And it is Gi Zar Zarquand, who completed his studies, albeit briefly, in a fairy tribe settlement.

There is a lot of information brought to him by Gi Goo Verbena's desire to expand his territory, by the tuning of the South brought about by the Blood League great bloodline (Leonhart), by the fairies, by the governance of the villages, and by the dissatisfaction from the human side from Shmere and Josh.

Besides the reason I say it's easy to gather information because it's based in Nishidu, I also have a reason to say it's close to the front line. It was common sense in the goblins to be king, if they told me who the best force in the goblins was.

If so, what will the King of Goblin do without being near the tense front line, which is why the King of Goblin uses the West Capital as his home base for affairs?

In order to protect the 3D downtown, we seek the cooperation of spider-footed people (Alanea), including the chief Nikaia, to create complex positions with spider threads twisted together.

Leaving the East to the "Cannibal Snake” Gi Bar Hagal for defense, mainly in the West Capital. Between the human realm there is a small group of fortifications consisting of eight, blocking traffic on both sides. Wild Warcraft areas were also created east by Gi Gee's Warcraft Army.

He was a patrol of Gi Bar who placed himself to protect humans from warcraft that would strike anyone relentlessly, but so far he didn't seem to be causing any problems.

In the south, Gi Gee Old, Gi Gee Arcil and Gi Zu Luo are stopping the march and making us wonder how things are going. Depending on Leonheart's progress, there is also the possibility of going south.

These three will suffice as an advance team that can move quickly. As the main unit, the King of Goblin himself, the Gi Gar Larks escorting the King's neighborhood, the Druid unit of Gi Do Burga. Or maybe we should put in some of the troops of the humans, too.

The western side is left to them after deciding only the realm as a liberation zone to the subhumans and the snowghosts. There is nothing to impose on them other than the construction of a street connecting the dark forest with the western capital. Originally, the subpeoples were few in number and were an unsuitable race to continue fighting on the front lines.

They are small in number, so that they are inversely proportional to their ability. Therefore, if we are to use them in battle, we must use them at intervals. At least the King of Goblins valued their strength highly. And even though its strength still grows in collective warfare.

On the remaining north side, the forest zone extends. It was a zone of surrendered humans. Shmere and Josh and others are at the centre to coexist with humans and goblins. As for this one, it was the center of law and farming by the rule of the fairy clan.

Its farming methods, which revolve around cold-resistant grains, also make the goblins learn. It will take a little longer for the harvest to come up, but in six months it will show up in shape.

When I say outside information, I always buy it from Leonheart, but it's also limited. One piece of information is that in the Kingdom of Germion the Holy Knight Garland became in charge of the West. A man who shoots at each other with a two-handed sword with a goblin king. If that man is alone, there's nothing the king of goblins can't contain, but if there's a collaborator, it could turn out differently again.

In the desert region of the god of hot sand (Ashnathan) on the south side of the Free Cities group, a blood alliance called the Red King is rapidly expanding its forces? It's hostile to the Kushins, so it might have the effect of fuelling strife between humans if it's available successfully.

I have also heard that a number of Kushin nearby cities have fallen and returned to the southern side due to the activity of the Red King.

But if the momentum seems too steep, there is a risk that it will interfere with the embrace of the little lords.

Because the main point of Goblin's king's manoeuvre is to push them to the status quo where he says there is no one else to rely on but Goblin.

While sorting out the situation between East, West and North, King Goblin, who bordered on the next report, unwittingly frowned.

"Lecia......"

I'm talking about the Virgin Lecia Fer Zier helping a wounded sub in the small northern country of Orphen and keeping it close to him. Goblin's king was silent for a while, feeling relieved and anxious somewhere.

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Martial and civilian officials in the kingdom, not just the kingdom of Erlane, are often at odds. The kingdom of Germion, or even the Shrine nation, that is possible.

The martial officers accuse the civilians of being both those who only deal with people's lives on paper, and vice versa, they accuse the brainless puppets who think gold even comes down from heaven and them.

That deep-rooted conflict sometimes endangers even the survival of the country, but it was the role of the king to contain it. Civilians and martial officers are both wheels, so to speak, to move the country forward. It would be good to say that it is the role of the king to show the way forward in coordinating them well.

But countries that can't do that are off the road.

What happens if you come off, the people taste the pain of paint, and are attached to foreign countries, and so...

"No matter how prestigious Lord Kanash is, I can't give up all this! It's this time of year, so let me be clear, we can't afford to endure any more battles on our national treasury!

The meeting was taking place in a room in the Royal Castle, the centre of the kingdom of Erlane.

When a lean civilian raises his voice as if he were exasperated.

"Even if you can't afford it, your enemies will attack you! So what do you want me to do!? You order your men to die at will!

General Kanash, who was told that there was that man in the kingdom of Erlane, takes his seat and raises a fond voice on the battlefield.

"But I can't shake a sleeve without it!

"It would be your job to do something about it!

"Speaking of the former, the military must lose the battle first!

"You, that's the word for what you risked your life to defend your country!

Buying words into selling words, mutual claims follow parallel lines and ugly rhetorical disputes ensue.

Brandika, the Red King's ally, was lacking in the heavier air and the tingling tension. Carrion, who refrains behind him, chuckles at his seemingly boring allies, poking his back slightly with his elbow.

"That's a waste of time. You want to go home?"

"You shouldn't do that. Let's just stay till the end."

The clerk peeled his eyes at Brandica, who seemed extremely bored, and Carlion, who also looked at him in an interesting comedy. I thought it was as if that was making a fool of myself, and the tip of the mouth shot that was directed at Kanash goes to Brandika.

"By and large, we hire them stupid expensive like mercenaries, so the military budget jumps! This would be synonymous with showing the incompetence of the army! I don't know what the army is for! Who the hell could keep a gold-feeding bug like them?"

The sound of Brandika slamming her desk echoes around where a civilian nearly said so much. The desk in marble was filled with jaws, and the fine cracks spread like a spider's nest.

"... if you guys don't like it, we don't mind leaving, do we? But before I do, I want you to pay exactly what you did."

Signs like that beast and a sharp gaze. He is a warrior who has rushed through the battlefield many times, and to the intimidation that seeped through his penetration as an ally leading a huge organization called the Red King, the civilian loses his momentum and blues his face and loses his words earlier.

"Oh, that's..."

"Hey, Carlion. There must have been a sign of kingdom issuance when we signed the contract, right?

"Yeah, definitely. I'm bringing it with me. Would you like to confirm if necessary?

All the officers of Wen Wu participating in the meeting are turning down and losing their words. At the end of the day, the army could not raise as many battles as the Red King could, and the civilians could not prepare the rewards to pay them.

"... no, I don't need it"

Erlane general Kanash says no on behalf of the officer of Bunwu.

"It will overlap with shame, but this is what I ask. Brandika, leader of the Red King. Will you help us often now? If you leave now, you will not be able to sustain your front against the Kushinites."

Ashnathan's alliance was signed, but in an alliance lacking a summary role, he ended up dispatching troops individually to determine their scope and settle into the form of playing defense.

"General Kanash. Personally, I think of you as a friend. But I'm also the one who leads one organization. If I borrow your word, I don't want to order my men to die in vain."

Without money, we can't fight.

"It's..."

Kanash runs his gaze to the civilian, but neither one nor he tries to answer him downwards. Keeping my tongue down, Kanash suggested.

"Okay. Money will cut off my assets, but it must be..."

"Alliance lord, it's too intact."

It was Carlion who broke into the Red King and Erlane side.

"... Hmm. Really?"

The intimidation that was oppressing the meeting softened, and all the officers of Wen Wu exhaled a sigh-like relief.

"Yeah, it's on the boulder to tell me to give you what I don't have right now. Besides, given the current state of the military..."

In the kingdom of Erlane, there was already an open delay in the payment of salaries to soldiers. It must be true that the treasury is already stuck to a critical state.

"So I have one suggestion"

Eyes on Brandika, Carlion stands up and looks at all the attendees. Far more luxurious than Brandika, he was listening to the suggestion without distinction between civilian martial arts officers for his appearance without intimidation.

"I want the ruling power of the directly administered city of Sapnir and the title of Allied Lord Brandika"

"Holy shit!?

"It's..."

Wen Wu's official is stunned and Brandika, who just frowns, arms up, sits in his seat. Carlion even smiled and made a suggestion.

The ruling class of the kingdom of Erlane is made up of a very small number of court nobles, with a king at the apex. And there are officers of Bunwu and nobles with territory.

A nobleman with a territory receives a title from the king by the size of that territory. Its territory, which has been attacked from generation to generation, is the source of power for the nobles. There is, of course, a direct jurisdiction in the royal family, on the basis of which they do politics. In other words, in the kingdom of Erlane, the royal family is only the one with the largest number of cities among the majority of nobles.

It was Carlion who demanded one of them, but it showed two things to the officer of Bunwu.

The Red King is to say that he does not intend to conflict with the Erlane royal family and that he will continue to do all he can for the kingdom of Erlane.

Besides, running a city required a lot of credentials. That is the form of saying titles in this country, and getting titles and becoming nobles only means acknowledging the power of the royal family and going under it.

Sapnir is a medium-sized city within the kingdom. If we were to make it a territory, we would have to give it a pretty high title.

The Bunwu officer favourably accepted Carlion's offer. At least, because I don't need money to give you the title, and it still seemed better to realistically cut off one city than to pay you right now. In the long run it would be a city that would generate enormous wealth, and in the short run it was not enough tax revenues to cover a huge mercenary organization.

And above all, the power of the Red King had grown to such an extent that it must no longer be for the kingdom of Erlane.

"Be positive, let me consider"

Carlion nods deeply to the voice of one of the civil servants. On the verge of sitting in a chair, none of those who attended the meeting noticed the gaze and the grin on their mouths that interacted with Brandika.

The next day, under Brandika, the news arrived that he would "recognize the title of Count and allow the possession of Sapnir".