Goblin Kingdom

The Expeditionary Army, led by the King of Goblin, about 2000 joined the advance troops, the Warcraft Army of Gi-Gi-Old, the Assassination Unit of Gi-Gi-Gi-Arsil and the militant Goblin of Gi-Zoo-Luo, all at once going south without weakening the momentum.

Paradouagoblin chief Harou serves as an expatriate, absorbing surrounding goblin forces based on information gathered by the assassination Gi Ji. In addition to the troops of the mad lion Gi Zu as the lowest soldier, he stretches his legs to the area under the control of the border lords.

The speed at which we disperse the warcraft we encounter and march with care not to allow that warcraft to head toward the small lords of the border was not so fast as to say from the Goblins, but it was sufficiently fast to say from the human side that it was an enforced army.

Ultimately, the troops led by the king of Goblin grow their numbers to about 2,300. Goblin's army, which, from the human side, continues to descend southwards with fierce momentum, is so horrifying that it gives the illusion that the army of demons has appeared to go hand in hand with the giant goblin figure it leads.

The Lords gathered in the Lords' Hall (St. Folle) were also driven by suspicion that they might have hastened their decision by too huge an army of goblins.

In retrospect of the words of their proud blood clan (Leonheart) vice alliance lord Zaurosh, they tried to calm their own minds.

"We have information that Goblin's army is going south in the near future. If you make good use of it..."

A few days ago, the Cruditians have contacted us to lead the army to the West. Ordered to provide food at that time, the troubled little lords had to find a glimmer of hope in the words of Zaurosh.

In other words, it's an operation that hits Goblin's army and Kushin fanatics to say they're after the fishermen's interests. If the demons are weakened and cut off, you can take them with your little lords and proud blood clans. Also, if the Kushins are to be defeated, they can refuse to submit food by saying that they lack the strength to crusade the Goblins.

To Zaurosh's suggestion, they had to ride.

I've been doing all I can to finance it. Besides, it's like telling them to destroy the big army's food supply.

Send information to the Kushin army that a large army on the Goblin side is pushing against them, as well as deepening the city moat, starting in Shirak territory, and trying to spend the Goblin army by tightly closing the gates.

But apart from that, the Lords were gathered in Shirak territory. This is, for one thing, Zaurosh's proposal.

"Don't worry. Calling our elite. Besides, isn't it necessary to look at the Goblin army once and for all?

There is a degree of threat. It was because of their sense of responsibility that they considered it necessary to ascertain the extent of that threat in order to defend their territory as small lords, whether it be the fanaticism of orcs, the great outbreak of warcraft, or the invasion of neighbouring countries.

Nodding lords watch far beyond the horizon in the only city ruled by Shirak lords surrounded by walls on the border. You can clearly see the windswept grassland area up and running with soot and smoke in the distance. One chunk away from Goblin's army, thought to go straight south, the Lords, who discover themselves approaching their Shirak territory, unwittingly lay their hands on a weapon they had put together when it came to war.

Far more than 100 m away. When the group stops, it releases an arrow towards heaven. The arrows, devised to make the sound of the arrows, run through the universe and stand at their feet as if they had been aimed. A note tied to an arrow caught the eye even more as the lords opened their eyes in amazement.

Everyone creeps out and doesn't take it. When Zaurosh takes it flat in his hand, he opens it and reads out the contents.

"I want a meeting..."

In the words of the vice allies, who pour their gaze on the lords as troubled as they are, the lords exchange their gaze with each other and consult with less words.

"... Let's take it"

One of the lords mastering far-sighted skills looked like a fairy clan if they confirmed the archer. Their conclusion, be it better than dealing with the goblins, is decided, and an arrow is fired that admits a return saying that talks will be held in front of the castle gate.

Thus appeared before them Felby, warrior of the Windy Fairy Clan (Sylph), equipped with Blue Silver Iron (Sri Lana).

"Thank you for the meeting."

In a meeting in front of the castle gate, Felby opens his mouth as he pours his sharp gaze on Zaurosh and the lords. The Lords wandered over the style of warriors who had survived the war.

"Communicate the word of the king of goblins. If you want to go down, don't do it like it's bad. I'm trying to free you with my strength from the fanatics who torment you."

Let the signs drift as if it were a sword of escape, and Felby presses for a response.

"How do you respond?

Lords lost on their asses.

"Let's take it. But that was after our liberation."

Only Zaurosh replies with dignity. The stunningly eye-opening lords try to pack into Zaurosh, but stop the movement with Felby's next words.

"It's a wise decision. The Goblins would have fallen this town if they had said no. Let's see it again after shooting the eastern enemy."

When Felby returns his heels and disappears into the armies of Goblin, the Lords cram into Zaurosh.

"Wasn't it a little steep?

In that reply Zaurosh sprinkles his neck.

"That fairy warrior must be right. I don't know what the goblins are up to, but if those big armies move without replenishment, they should need bait. I don't think Goblin is mastering the concept of replenishment..."

I heard the crickets and one of the lords swallow spit.

"But if you fight..."

"How many of us here in the meantime will be unrequited, won't we? It was originally supposed to be a fight between goblins and fanatics... don't forget the original operation"

The Lords had to be convinced and missed the whereabouts of Goblin's army.

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It was on the outskirts of the Kurditian satellite city of Cruzel that the armies of Goblin and Kushin met. That area, which has transformed the meadow region into a field with years of effort, continues to have a spectacular flatland.

It was on the Kushin side who had arrived in the area first and had completed the formation. Pope Benem Nemsch was at the head of the army, centered around those involved in the military and the Lords among the Pastors.

That number is roughly 10,000. Among the Kushins, he had brought in a force that could move instantly.

On the note handed to me earlier by the Goblin side was another application for assistance from the Goblin side.

The Pope plotted to make the most of his power expansion. The pope of Kushin, who can even drool his head at demons. Those who have witnessed the scene will fall into the glory of Kushinism and listen to the Pope's miracle to the fullest. And if you strike the northern kingdom of Germion with an army of demons, or attack every city in the group of free cities that continue to resist in the south, their enemy's power will be reduced irresistibly. Now in the West Side, Gowen Raneed, the Holy Knight, has been torn apart by the demonic army.

If Kushin's main force pushes over there, the situation around us will all go to a solution at once.

Benem Nemsch's thoughts received an application for aid from the Goblin side up to that point. But the Pope also did not just shoot that status with fanaticism.

The Lords of the Border have information on the total number of goblins. When he heard of 2,000 troops, he led 10,000 troops that could move instantly against the Goblin side. If an evil goblin tries to cause evil, he insures them by hanging the silent threat that 10,000 troops are holding back behind them.

Benem Nemsch, such as the Pope's inner heart, did not even speak.

It explains to the faithful that it is all God's will. He decided that it would be more mysterious and would be better for the eyes of the ungodly faithful.

The generals, lords and lords of each city who followed the Pope and led the army to participate were half-hearted by the Pope's story. From what they see as the reality of saying military, it's really hard to believe the miracle that even demons bow their heads.

But the momentum of the Kushins is tremendous. They also know the horrors of the Pope's ordination of “jihad”. If you look out of the cloudy eyes of faith, it's still unnatural. Isn't it still an invasion that demons occupying and gaining momentum in the western realm are pushing in large numbers?

Even as they turned their doubts to the bishops who would listen to them and miracles around the Pope, they obeyed the Pope as promises only. Fortunately, I don't have any trouble with clothing from all over with the authority of the Order. They set up a formation on the outskirts of Krusel while being fully replenished.

When the torso of the god of fire (Rodu) leaned west, and it was time to dye the surroundings red, they appeared. There is still respite in God's time at night. The goblin of the giant body running the lead bears the sword that he deserves, and behind him are the infantry men neatly speared into heaven.

Goblins with warcraft, scratchy goblins, a bunch of giant goblins, goblins with bows. All dressed in a ferocious atmosphere, the rushing packing of distances stirs the anxiety of those who cannot believe the Pope.

But Pope Benem Nemsch stood flat at the head of their armies, and greeted them with his hands wide open, but in good condition. Blinking occurs among Kushins.

"It's dangerous. Pope!"

"Stand back, please!

Screaming it, the Pope laughs at it with his back.

"I am protected by God. Believe in God!

To the Pope's voice, devout believers kneel down and pray on the spot. The lords and generals, while flattered, had to admit it.

When the distance from the goblin side shrank to the distance reached by the arrow, the goblin, who was suddenly running in the lead, raises a great sword to issue the decree.

"Army, stop!

As if the advance until then had been a lie, Goblin's army stops and the goblin of the giant body that was running the lead comes out to the front of the Pope. To the sight, the Kushin side opens its eyes to astonishment and anxiety, and the blurring becomes even greater.

A muscle full of ripples and a gigantic body that wants to approach 2m. It is characterised by three horns combined: one horn grown from the forehead as if rebellious to heaven, and two twisted like bulls. Lined in the mouth are such vicious fangs that even the cuckoo looks cute. Long stretched body hair from head to tail lines up like a chicken crown. What I wore was leather and iron armor with an emphasis on ease of movement. Wear a scarlet bear jacket and hang a sword on your hips that has not yet been pulled out.

Its appearance, which does not place what it sees without intimidation, was precisely equipped with the majesty it deserved to call itself king of the Goblins.

"It's been a long time. Goblins."

"Right."

The faithful who refrain behind Benem are stirred up with anxiety by the low sounding voice of that demon. Also Benem Nemsch was stirred up by the anxiety that the goblin in front of him was now the same demon that really offered himself a tribute that day.

The atmosphere is completely different.

Rotten, shining red eyes, like a carnivore in front of his prey. That figure, which bore the West Day on its back, even seems like a demon or something who came to pick it up from the Underworld. Remembering his position as pope, remembering the sore throat that dries gradually, he connects his words as he speaks quickly.

"So, do we have a gift today? Come on, let me out of here."

Even more exalted is the fear of the goblin atmosphere.

"Yes... it's a gift"

Girari and the blade of the Great Sword on his shoulder in the wake of the West Day return a dull glow. Goblin's mouth just looking up is wickedly distorted. When his narrow gaze, his breath inhaled and his chest muscles swept wide, his goblins swung down the sword at once, cutting Benem's body apart.

Before the Kushins can figure out what's going on, declare war with a loud voice.

"Let me give you death!! All units, assault! Follow me!

To the voice of the king, the goblins begin a long-awaited assault.

"Assault! Proceed!"

Larshka, the brave guide Ga, takes the lead and dances to his enemies, and goes on to the chief, and the clans go in one after the other.

"Disturb the rear. Simultaneous!"

By decree of La Gilmi Fisiga, the first-shooter (gadieta) of Gunra, the goblins who use the bow squeeze the bow together. The flock of arrows released from the strings descends on the Kushinites as a swarm of death hanging from the universe.

"Don't delay your family!

"Keep going, dude!

Gi Zu Luo, who binds the militant goblins, is attacked by humans to beat the indignation they could not fight before, followed by Zu Vedo and the other goblins under his command.

"Fit in with the other troops and chase down the enemy. Forward!"

Gi Zi Yub's troops align the tips of the long spear to further collapse the formation disturbed by other goblin assaults. The human side, screaming and confused by the assaults of Rashka and others, was no longer nothing more than a crowd of Uyghans with just a large number. Being struck by surprise, and even the blatant transgression of Benem Nemsch, who is supposed to be the spiritual backbone, makes them feel like the reality in front of them is somewhere far away.

"Hey, what..."

I can't accept reality. There's a paradua goblin spear tip looming on them.

To the powerful goblin assault, the dense human side was extremely confused. Those who were in the front try to flee ahead and behind us to the Pope's death and too fierce an attack on the Goblin side, and those who are in the rear who do not know how they were before try to move forward on the orders of the General who tried to collect the confusion. Even among the human assembled was slammed into a vortex of confusion.

As it fuels it, the arrows and magical attacks of the Druids led by Gi Zar Zarquand, the Windy Fairy Clan (Sylph) led by Felby, plunge over the heads of humans.

"Though the role, is it backward support again? We'll do it flashy at best!

The number and accuracy of arrows unleashed by Felby's decree were such things as the eye-catching fairy clan specializing in bows. Though inferior in number to Goblin's arrows, the length of their range is incomparable. Troops in the rear that were trying to move forward into an attack from an invisible enemy are caught up in further chaos.

An ally fleeing the front enters the gap of the formation where he was holding his shield and blocking the arrows, breaking the formation.

"Hey, don't!

"Oh, it's goblins! Goblins!!

Anger and screams are disturbed, and the goblins' calls anoint it even more.

"Assault! Assault!

Ten thousand human sides are instantly ravaged by Goblin's armies clapping together to attack. If you think you've prevented the Guidoga clan from storming, an arrow pours out of your head.

"Shield me! It's an arrow, it's coming down!

If a soldier looks over his head at a voice similar to a scream, countless arrows are dyeing the sky black. Shielded in preparation for the rain of an arrow that pours in a few seconds, Gi Zu's spear strikes there.

"Stupid, are you going in!?

"You idiots. You're scared of arrows. You can name a warrior!

In the rear, the fairy Felby smiles bitterly at the picturesque assault of Gi Zu.

"If it wasn't for us, he'd be dead... but let's take it as a sign of trust. Ready for simultaneous fire!"

Along with the decree of release, an arrow of the exact Fairy Clan is unleashed.

Rain of falling arrows in formation that collapses under the assault of Gi Zu. The army of the warrior Gi Zi (Legion) moves forward repeatedly in order to further rub and crush the collapsing formation. The assault with long spears is an imitation of human tactics. He sets up a large shield unlike Goblin, and pushes the enemy formation into compression and collapse by putting the needle-rat-like formation forward.

Like giant warcraft that pierces human soldiers and crawls on for more blood. They move like one creature to overwhelm the human side.

"My lord... you have made your way"

Gi Zi mutters the words that the king cannot possibly hear, securing the way forward for the king waving the great sword in the front line. Even if the words of Gi Zi were not heard, the king of Goblin could understand their thoughts. Believing his intuition on the battlefield, the king of Goblin shouted down pieces of flesh and iron chips creeping into the great sword and the remnants of his fruitful helmet, with a voice that shook the battlefield.

"Go on!

Humans flee in fear of the fierce power of the King of Goblins, who takes the lead and waves the Great Sword of the Black Scarlet (Zweihander) horizontally and vertically. The blow of the heavy sword crushes the iron helmet of the soldier on Kushin's side, blows up the shield he has worn, snaps the sword that has been cut and buries the enemy.

It's the black flame that wraps around you. Black fire, given by the goddess of the Underworld (Artesia), easily takes a man's life like a fire that leads men beyond the Underworld. As if mowing the wheat with a sickle, the Kushin side had no choice but to expose the corpse to the goblin-side onslaught ravaging the humans.

"So, retreat! Get out of here!

Whose decree was it, or misinformation with mixed aspirations? Humans flee before us in the cry. Throw down your weapons, throw down your protective gear, and they turn their backs on the goblins as one.

"Go after him!"

Look at the fleeing human side. The king of Goblins gives orders.

"Let the Warcraft go and let them chase you! Go!"

The decree of Gi-Gi-Old, who leads the Warcraft Army, unleashes the fast-paced Warcraft against man. The warcraft of the ancient beast Gi Gee, starting with the thorn dog (Tone Dog), run through the battlefield avoiding goblins, attacking the escaping human from behind.

"Don't give the humans a gap to get back on their feet"

The assassination unit under Gi Ji Arsil mirrors the pursuit as it is mixed with the Warcraft when it pursues the fleeing human side. They will hunt them down until they see where the human side will flee in the future.

By the time the wings of God at night envelop the periphery, the king of Goblin, who cut up the pursuit, leads the main force and flips. The goblins, who broke the human race in pieces, turned their feet towards the small lords of the border.

To their eyes, who do not bitter the darkness of the night, the miserable battlefield surrounded by darkness is only a sight to glorify the king.

"O king! Great King!

The cheers of the goblins were echoing on the outskirts of Krusel.