Goblin Kingdom

The king of goblins had restructured the goblins that were scattered all over the place, once again on a journey south. The army that leads them is the goblins that go up to 4,000. The organization of Noble and above is the same as before, if you want to name it in rank order, the Guidoga family Larshka of the Road Class. Then the Baron class, Sword King Gi-Go-Amatsuki. In the Duke class, mad dragon Gi Goo Verbena to Gi Gi Alcil, who leads the assassination squad. Gi Zoo Luo. It will also be Gi Gee Old, who leads the Warcraft Army as Noble, Gi Gee Youb, a warrior, Gi Bar Hagal with the protection of true black (Verid), Haroo of the Palladuan family, and La Gilmi Fisiga of the Ganra family.

Among the magical goblins, the wizard Gi Zar Zarkend, the sherman Gi Do Burga, joined the expedition.

It had been about twenty days since Lazuel's defense. In the meantime, the king of Goblin set up a line of defence for the western realm and did not forget to pay particular attention to the forest areas on the north side. The goblins of recruits sent from the dark woods were also in the form of enhanced and full paths to the south.

The opportunity for the King of Goblins to leave for the south was also a circumstance in which he said the acceptance of the proud bloodline was complete.

Five days after Lazuel's defense, the king of Goblin, who was in the western realm, was informed of the movement of the proud blood clan (Leonhart) from Zaurosh to the western realm. A gigantic blood alliance that embraces man, fairy tribe and subhuman indivisible. He was active in the East as the main battlefield, but the luxury of the Red King led him to pursue that position. The reception of personnel, which totalled 2,000, was greatly revealed by Fay, Josh, Shumea and even Princess Schnaria, who had come to the West Side to support them, and was ready to accept them.

Beginning with Gui Gar Larks, the head of the West Side, the sub-people also don't know what's so hard about it, they just lean their necks.

"What's so hard about that?

From the standpoint of saying Gi Gar Larks was entrusted with the West Side, I ask Josh, who ruled over the iconic human slavery of a civilian, but he held his head after a deep sigh.

"It's 2,000 people, 2,000! What did you think? Where do you live? What about food? What is the housing quota!? What are you going to do with your job? If they are going to build a field, where will they give it!?

"Oh well... that's tough"

Normally calm Josh's, Gi Garr also wandered over too many swordscreens, trying to turn around as his instincts did, but Josh wouldn't allow it. Grabbing his arm with disappointment, he floats a neighborhood under his eyes and has a pulling laugh on his mouth.

"No, I still do. If you want to name your country, you have to show your prestige. Do you understand? If you don't, your king will be seen low!

"Hey, what!? The king's prestige will be scratched!? I didn't even lose the war!?

To Gi Gur, who prides himself on leading the king's Kingsguard, it was very serious to say that whatever it was, it would damage the king's prestige.

Josh still exhorts to the stunned Gi Gur.

"That's right. In human society, those who can't even maintain their character are seen as savages and considered low."

"But this is our kingdom. Besides, they're all mixed up after the ore."

"Sweet!"

Josh pointing fingers says it frightens Gi Garr.

"They're used to human society, aren't they? What do you think when you look at this place, where they haven't decided on a place to live or a lot of reception? You've decided to think the king of goblins is no big deal either!?

"Oh, I don't think so!

"That's right. That's right. So..."

"Why are you pulling my arm!?

"I'll ask you to help me. Hang on to Goblin in the West End."

"Well, there is a king..."

"Speaking of the original, I have to tell you that that king is going to be so critical that the migrants are coming. This didn't happen! Come on, Mr. Gi Gur is responsible for the king."

Perhaps so, the well-rounded Gi Gur tries to gather goblins throughout the West End as they are initially told, reconsidering that it is not a good idea, and aggregating the goblins in the West End to prepare them for acceptance.

In the meantime, reports of the arrival of a proud bloodline (Leonhart) advance team arrive from Goblin under Gi Ji Arsil.

Tauropah of the Great Fang clan, who was once a messenger to the king of goblins with Zaurosh, brought an advance team of 200 men. All their outfits fall apart. Most of them dressed as traveling pedestrians, or beggars in disfigured boroughs. Or outfits as they say traveling adventurers.

"After the glowing ore, he overcame Tauropa, a clan of great fangs, as the head of a proud blood clan. I wish the King of Goblins all the best!

Having broken in on a southbound route to the western realm, they speak up to the goblins around. The patrolling Rare Goblin was one of Gi Ji Arsil's men, so he hurried to inform the king about it and called for reinforcements.

Their advance team goes for the West Capital while being escorted by Goblin.

All the warcraft we meet are driven away by the Goblins, and in the western capital there are swept roads, from the boulevards under the guidance of Faye, Josh and Princess Schnaria to the halls of the lords seated by the king of Goblin. The town was beautifully organized by Nikaia and other families of spider legs.

Regardless, if you go around the back, there are goblin eaten bones, the seedlings of the trees planted by the fairies in their attempts, the inns wrapped around with thread, etc., but anyway, they were able to get in shape and welcome them.

"That's not rougher than I expected..."

I wondered what kind of magic it was.

I see the township among the advance team. Such a voice rises there.

"Tauropa, it's a good place, isn't it"

"Ugh, um... well, yeah"

I was just saying it looked good. If you observe it jealously with Tauropa's excellent eyesight, you can catch your eye even if you don't like the garbage that makes you want to turn away from the eyes piling up in the alley.

"Soon, we will arrive under the king of Goblin. Don't make too much noise."

"So is that."

To Tauropah's attention, those around him nodded and stopped slamming their mouths in vain, they silently reached the Lords' Hall. And when he saw the king of Goblin, who was waiting in the house of the lord, all but Tauropah, the second time, beheld. Its beauty, its prestige, its gigantic body that draws a line or two from the goblins they know. And if you open your mouth, words fluent enough to doubt some royalty and ears, and intelligence.

We gaze at each other suspiciously wondering if everyone is really a goblin.

"I'm going to give you guys a southwest corner. A civilian compartment where nearly 2,000 humans originally lived. As a whole, the western capital is now occupied and altered by us, but the corner is still untouched. Use whatever you want."

When Tauropah expresses his gratitude to the king, he leaves the scene and moves to the given area.

"Oh, wow, this is..."

Tauropa also deeply agreed with someone's let go.

The compartment was not only clean and inconvenient to live in, like the townships we had seen earlier, but also an advanced compartment with up-and-down water maintenance. Oddly enough, that's the corner where the former Lord of the West End, Gowen Raneed, made him with the intention of attacking the Dark Forest as a lord.

The King of Goblins decided to leave this corner with his proud bloodline, which he thought was beyond Goblin and could not be utilized by any other species.

This will trigger a friendly relationship between the proud bloodline and the Goblin side. Try to make your surroundings king of goblins surrounded by enemies, it was one of the great harvests, just to say that there was no danger of betrayal within you.

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With his alliance with the kingdom of Germion, the kingdom of the Holy Knight, as a souvenir, Carlion returned to Fatina, home of the Red King, in the month of Bad, where the heat was soothing. The twin red moon, sister moon (Elvey) and sister moon (Navy) shining above heaven also add the most radiance this time of year.

Fatina, with the barn zone in its territory, sometimes had enough soldiers in place to defend it, and the lord's vault was full of stacked grain.

"Really? The Allied Lord told Puena... so Sardine was defeated. Surprisingly, but, well, I'm convinced."

Carlion, who looked up at a bag of grain piled high in the warehouse, would return south to hear the news of an early goblin opponent's defeat. But when I hear it, it hardly moves, asking for details of the battle.

"Heh, an ambush after mixing traps in the fence. I see... I'm certainly working on it for Goblin. Are you good at guessing this one's intentions? Maybe they were reading Sardine's short temper."

He thought of the details of the battle with a bump and one person in his brain, and even had a grin on his mouth.

To him, who sometimes has no way of taking a break from work while coughing, Salé, who serves as an escort, did not even hide his bitter face. In addition to the usual faceless expression, there are wrinkles between the brows.

"Hey, it's not over yet?

The tone you ask will also be harsh, but she doesn't care at all and this is the fifth time she has asked a question.

"Yeah, later it's a meat vault."

Salé silently follows Carlion, as he almost pounds his tongue.

"Has the Alliance arrived in the heat of the desert by now?"

"Anyway, even a woman's ass is chasing you, right? Was it Queen Laksha?"

"Oh...... but I don't know. Queen Laksha was a lover. The Knights Commander just died."

"Was he a man who cared about that?

"Yeah, well, maybe you don't mind."

Carrion with a bitter smile.

"Besides, now's not the time, is it?

To Salle's remarks, just a little Carlion clasps his mouth. Because the situation in the east is telling the wind clouds suddenly, and because of the overlapping defeats in the South, the upset was spreading among the Red Kings.

As for the situation in the east, the rest of the Flying to Freedom (Elks), which should have been completely crushed, are resuming their activities everywhere again. Until now, he had successfully manipulated Webbles' dagger, so to speak, aimed only at Elks as a show, but the flow was reversed by the formation of Elks, a small clan called Herzuki (Red Moon).

Webbles' dagger was killed by the Alliance Lord and is now in danger of collapse.

Some of the small clans approached the Elks, as they had been oppressed by the Red King until now, knowing that the immediate crisis had left. The force had even become something that could not be ignored.

"Is it Puel Sinforua... I was told life and death were unknown"

He has succeeded in rebuilding Elks, who was on the verge of total annihilation, and on the contrary, almost to the forces that antagonize him with the Red King only in the east. His skill was nothing but brilliance, and he was one of Carlion's best known talents.

"I'd like you to be on my side if you can."

"You can't. That girl, there's a verse that makes us enemies."

"Well, it's best if you disappear"

"It's a mess. Even Vine the Mad Blade."

I don't notice Carlion walking in front of Sale narrowing his eyes. Just hearing that voice change slightly, he asks Sale back.

"Do you know him?

"... a little back in the day. It's easier not to get involved when possible. That woman even avoids the ghosts of the Underworld."

"That's kind of scary."

"Oh."

"Mr. Shunlai, but it sounds harsh. I can't believe he wrote it on his note as a pleasure."

It's troubling, says Carlion with a laugh. If you're saying you can't defeat even the best sword user in the Red King, it's impossible to target a virtual assassination. Or so, the Red King is turning his main force south. The situation in the east is, so to speak, secondary to favoring the situation.

Think of it as the worst way to throw it away. Carlion works out a plan.

"Sardine is."

"Cautious."

"Really?"

Carlion continues to think with his hands over his mouth as he walks.

"All right, tell the Alliance Lord to return the meantime."

"Oh."

The grin in Carlion's mouth was full of confidence.