Goblin Kingdom

Pope Benem Nemsch is dying!

The newspaper ran around the group of free cities faster than information from its neighbor, Gowen Raneed's death. Carlion Quinn Kirks, a military mentor who supports the Allied Blood League Red King and known as the "Talent of the King”, immediately advances to Allied Lord Brandika when he touches on the report.

"The Kushin side will be rapidly losing their temper after this. We will proceed with the Fatina attack."

Brandika had also identified the next prey because of the sense of smell that the beast smelled its prey.

"Oh, let's do it. Bastards!"

When he hits his knees and stands up, so do his direct adventurers, who were drinking together on the battlefield tent. Sardine brings together Sword Dancer Sale, Old Granting Artist Grave and the Warriors. It is the delivery of a king of red, no less competent and brave.

They were now in the midst of marching their troops north due to information that the Pope himself had moved 10,000 troops west. Led by about 2,000 troops supplied by numerous blood alliances. Some of them are intoxicated by Alliance Leader Brandika and many blood alliances join the Alliance Leader himself.

It was them who did not make mercenaries a business, but when they say adventurers, it is also a profession of war and neighbourhood. Immediately accustomed to the life of the battlefield, by the time he occupied one settlement on the Kushin side, to the extent that it was counted as the power of a fine red king, he had been forged.

"But I didn't expect the goblins to break the fanatics. It was a little unexpected... this is an unexpected ambush"

"I don't think so... well, we'll consider it when we get the details of the battle"

Brandika and Carlion turn their words around as they head to the front. They had built their own information network and had already sensed movements on the Kushin side before being requested by the Kingdom of Erlane side. Brandika grins lavishly that it was an expedition for restraint but apparently is going to be a full-scale siege battle.

"When it comes to siege warfare, it takes time… I'd like to get it done quickly and without time if I can."

"Ho, do you have any idea what our king's talent is?

To the inquiry of the old granting magician Grave, Carlion smiles back.

"It's not so much a measure. That's a little prank."

"I like you better that way! All right, let's do that!

To Brandika's words, Carlion nods and gives instructions.

"Mr. Sardine, I march a little flashy. Let's brag about the arrival of the Royal Erlane Army in the neighborhood and start local sourcing of food. Mr. Salé leads the superior in hidden rows and infiltrates Fatina. If the Royal Erlane Army comes after that, they'll kill us all."

"Ha ha, I say you still take on the black thing. But, okay, here we come!

Front Line Commander Tarudin increases his marching speed by driving his horse. When we gather the wicked of Gala, and cause them to dress up in the armies of the Royal Erlane Army, they will attack the village.

"... I don't like it, if you need it"

Carlion nods to the words of the female warrior of the Soil Fairy Clan (Gnome).

"Don't get me wrong, this isn't an Alliance order, it's my operation."

"Yeah, I know. Is that all you need?

"In anticipation of the time, spread the rumor in a way that says the lord is about to offer the inhabitants to the enemy"

"I don't like it more and more. But I get it."

When disputed within a subsequent blood alliance, Salé leads a group of fifty to leave the march.

"Now, what do I do?

"Let the old master raise the fame of the Red King"

Laughing, the Red King marches the whole army in two. The avant-garde unit led by Sardine and the Red King's main unit led by Allied Lord Brandika. Decreasing the march speed, the Red King marches as he saves the rough villages of the Sardines.

Sardine's avant-garde unit was thorough. When you take the food, you light every building in the village, return it to dust, and then move on to the next village.

"The pigs! Ring and beg forgiveness but good!

It was Brandika who picked up Sardine, who was originally a vicious bandit, and raised her to arms until she put the avant-garde together. If he hadn't been around, Sardine would have made a name for herself as a big bandit with notoriety all around her.

Buzz the vicious outrage of the Royal Erlane Army, while at the same time promoting the mercy of the Red King.

"We are the armies of Count Sapnir, to whom the Kingdom of Erlane belongs!

To the words of the old granting magician, the villagers deprived of food cry and beg forgiveness. The Royal Erlane Army is approaching again. There is no longer any food to offer. There was talk of no other way to fight for sacrifice or escape.

"Communicate the words of our Lord, Brandika. Despite what the same Erlane army did, I regret it. Therefore have mercy on you, and provide food unto Fatina. We can fight there. All right, we can die here now. Do as you please."

Man, who stood in the abyss of despair and held a glimmer of hope, is bewildered by it. It's the same for the country, or the people. The villagers, deprived of everything, become refugees and flow into the city of Fatina.

But when we say Fatina, the first city on the border with the Kingdom of Germion, we do not feed man inexhaustibly. It is a disturbing shadow of the steadily approaching army of the Kingdom of Erlane, coming there.

And what you hear from the west is reports of the cross death of Pope Benem Nemsch of the Kurditians. The superiors of the army did not return in earlier battles, and the lords were pressed to respond.

Lord of Fatina is a loyal bishop to Benem Nemsch. Its status has become unstable with Benem's sideline death, as it has taken its place with Benem Nemsh's intense push until it expelled its previous lords.

Reading that far, Carlion set up the plot.

"Lords will want to stabilize their status, even if yes. But Fatina is filled with large numbers of refugees, and security follows a path of deterioration"

Asked by Allied Lord Brandika for details of this measure, Carlion lines up with Brandika as he is rocked by a horse.

"Often people try to stabilize their status with their external success. Knowing that's the sword of the blades."

"So they have to come out and fight."

"Yeah, you're right. There's a bit too much luck… is there a 70% chance of success in terms of the wager rate?"

"That's enough."

Before the army of the Red King through the woods, we see the walls of Fatina. Kushin's second city, which had a barn zone to the south.

"By the way, what were you going to do if you failed?

"Siege and wait for the food to run out. Fatina's lord is a loyal man. I'm not carrying any extra food. If you hold 200,000 people and wait for famine, you'll go to war in one or eight."

Brandika looks at the walls of Fatina with a fierce grin at the measures prepared for the bunk.

"It's the stage I got set up at the corner. We have to wield the power of the Red King!

With a long battle axe (Valdish) on his shoulder on both blades, he joins the merging Sardines outside the walls.

"Rumor has spread."

Carlion nods thanks to the unscrupulous words of Salé.

The castle gate of Fatina opens and spits out the army. That number is about twelve thousand. The walls with all the siege weapons make it difficult to launch an attack in the middle of deployment. But even without it, Brandika might not have launched an attack until she had completed the deployment.

"Break it down with dignity. Otherwise, it's not funny."

Dropping off how the lord inspired all his own armies on the horse of the third Hummer (Hippalion), he just put up a long battle axe.

"Bastards! Trust me! The Red King rewards devotion! And I'm the man to be king!

An explosive cheer emanates from the army of the Red King. It becomes an enthusiasm that swirls like a fiery, mad flame, pushing Brandika the Red King's back.

"I'll take a formation of three snakes! Brandica, the Allied Lord in the center, Sardine on the right, and Sale on the left!

In the words of the warrior Carlion, the formation rapidly combines with three heads at the head.

"To our allies, victory!

The soldiers of the Red King, who refrain behind them, unite their voices in the figure of Carlion, who pulls out his sword even though he is powerless.

"Victory!

"Forward! Expose their heads to the castle gate!

And the king of red, the former king of Brandika, struck against twelve thousand enemies with all his armies.

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Surrounded by tension on the battlefield, Lord Fatina was desperately inspiring his allies. If you break the Royal Erlane Army, the prize plays, and the status within the Order also takes care of itself responsibly, calling toward the 12,000 soldiers who lead it.

"Behold! The enemy is a handful!

The number of enemies forming on the hill, even if many estimate it, is roughly 2,000. To a sixth of the enemies, he inspires his allies that they can't possibly lose, but at best he lacked the charisma to lead his allies.

King of Goblins in demonic terms, or Allied Lord Brandika in enemy terms. If you are a Kushin, referring to a person as compelling as Pope Benem Nemsch brings morale to your allies simply by being there. But this man, who stepped through due process, wondering if he should be saddened, and whose loyalty to the Pope came first, did not have it.

The main force on the Kushin side was the peasant militia.

The numbers are therefore high, and the shock power when assembled is no less than that of other armies. But that is the advantage of winning. They are weak soldiers who lack tenacity and even pull the legs of the operation, such as when turning to the guards or when the allies become disadvantaged.

Naturally the main type of soldier was an infantry, with a long pattern of spears that were inflexible to retrieve but did not allow the enemy to approach as its standard equipment. Armor was predominantly made of leather, with very few reinforced with iron.

When you exhort the unwilling soldiers, the lord orders you to move forward.

"God help us!

Speak the name of God with sobering thoughts, and start moving forward to swallow 2,000 enemies. Almost at the same time, tongue-in-cheek at the momentum of the horseback squad rushing down from the top of the hill, orders the avant-garde to march.

"In the name of God, slap them down into the underworld! Forward!!"

Kushin forward with all the tips of a long spear. The horde of horseback riders rushing down from the top of the hill, instead of weakening its momentum, strengthens it and raises its weapon up its roar.

"It's an assault. Ahhhhh! Move on!!

Magic is unleashed from the rear under the decree of the Allied Lord Brandika. A flaming bullet over Brandika's head as he sets out his assault descends into the front row of the Kushins, who had their tips aligned.

Hippalion's horseshoes trample and scream further as they scream around. On Hippalion's horse, whenever Allied Lord Brandika waves a long battle axe (Valdish), the soldier's neck is snapped, and the momentum is as sharp as cutting through a dense formation, followed by horseback riding and infantry pushing him from behind Brandika.

"That's the enemy allies! I'll give you a thousand bucks for taking him away!

To Lord Fatina's voice, the infantry changes the color of his eyes and flocks to Brandika, but that only increased the number of corpses to a prank. The one who dies on the horseshoe of Hippalion, the one who dies by Brandika's waving valdish, never ceases to follow, and suddenly, from left to right, the heads of the two snakes cut through the dense formations as if they were scissors, eaten up to the middle of the dense formations and finally weakened the momentum.

"Die, goddamn it!!

Sardine, fiercely attacking from the right wing, slams the side back of an enemy who was swarming and disintegrating into Brandika.

"Hmm!"

From the left wing, Salé, who calmly settles to collapse his opponent's formation, hits a reserved force that he had refrained from rearward, dyeing the earth a colour of blood.

"Twelve thousand men! Why is it pushed!?

Jumping into the eyes of a screaming, angry lord was the sight of Brandika, who was supposed to be unable to move in a dense formation, regaining his fierce momentum and coming straight through the formation.

The scariest thing is that every time Brandika wields that gain, the soldier's neck flies on his left and right. The lord, with a fierce grin and the illusion that the beast who found his prey had set his aim here, had no living comfort.

"Hi, hi, no."

There are still distances, soldiers in between, but the same goes for not being among the lords. Even right now I think a big red-haired man is coming to snap his own neck.

"Knock..."

"Lord, are you retreating!?

A neighbor asks the lord who silently returns the horse lord, but he can't even afford to respond to it. The lord yells at the soldier on the wall when he heads to the castle gate.

"Open it!! Immediately! Come on!"

Carlion, who watched it calmly, whilst surrounded by his allies, raised his voice.

"The enemy lord has fled! Our victory!

On Carlion's voice the enemy and allies searched for a lord, and as soon as they found the appearance of the lord they sought, morale on the Kushin side collapsed. Morale on the Red King's side rises as if it were inversely proportional, and all armies head to the castle gate to chase the lord.

"It's the general's neck! The guy who took it, he'll bounce the reward!

To Sardine's words, the voices of the soldiers he leads play.

"Quickly, get the gate!

A right-wing unit leads Sardine through the gate trying to close.

"Control the gate! Get the cowards out of Fatina!

"Answer!"

There was never a victory or defeat when he occupied the gate and led the Red King's main unit into Fatina. Lords are captured and the Red King succeeds in dropping one of the leading cities of the Kushins.

None on the side of the kingdom of Erlane had done this much, and even Kanash, a noble general, was such a feat that he could not forbid jealousy. This news will instantly come to the south and will be spoken everywhere as a case of the high strength of the Red King and the apoptosis of the Kushinites.

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About ten days have passed since the Red King dropped Fatina.

Instead of being left to the Red King to run the dropped city, there were few rewards on the Red King's side. Not even accepting the response as unsatisfactory, Carlion is representing Brandika in the office.

Brandica had a heavy town in the kingdom of Erlane and coordination with each blood alliance, and it wasn't enough to have two of its bodies when we even looked at government.

"You, too, do well. The Lord says he's prodigal in his amusement."

Soon Carlion smiles bitterly at the words of the sneaky Sale.

"You've thrown all the troublesome people at your allies. Well, about this."

"I don't know. You'll be working hard late at night. Yet all I receive from that man is a small wage. Pay for your labor. That's what you're talking about."

"You talk a lot today. Was it something you didn't like?

"... Hmm. I don't mind."

Carlion's office where only the sound of running a pen on the paperwork sounds. Sitting on the sofa for the reception, Salle stares at Carlion.

I guess I got some paperwork in sight. Carlion looks up from the paperwork and smiles at Sale.

"So what could I do for you?

"You smell like a lie. Use them only for human beings."

"You're in trouble"

To the bitter Carlion, Salle gives a piece of paperwork when he snorts.

"It's the situation in the east. It came from Shunlai."

A tickling Carlion frown jumps on the sentence that was written.

"... that's not quite what you want. No, maybe that's why life is funny..."

Carrion sighs as he deposits the weight of his body on his back. In the gaze of the questionable Salé, Wang Zao's talent puts the contents of the report at the tip of his tongue with his eyes closed.

"Webbles' dagger has collapsed"

That report I put out in my mouth was bitter than I thought.