Goblin Kingdom

25,000 large armies, led by the Red King, march west at the same time as pulling the hand of the Puena offensive. At that time, a team led by the Holy Knight Garland from the Kingdom of Germion as a friend army had joined the Red King, bringing the total number to 26,000.

"Don't worry, you can't put a cross spear in the war."

Garland had been allowed to accompany him on such terms in advance. Though there is a danger of saying they will know what's in their hands, the next Goblin crusade is intimidating enough. And, at least, Carlion was reading. It is Carlion's expectation that the king of Goblin, while he is an enemy, will not go out of his way to wage war against an overwhelming majority after he has admitted that he is a good fighter.

That should get us back to the West End.

They still have a place to retreat, and that place to retreat is now in danger due to the oppression of the Kingdom of Germion. From the south looms the army of Puena, and from the east looms the king of red. I will not strike out in this situation.

"Then I won't have to bother you to come. We should be curing them, as the Allies say."

Instead of Brandika, the ally who must lead the entire army, it was Salé who was beside Carlion. Rest, Carlion did not listen to Brandika's orders, but wished to accompany him to the periphery.

"This is also an opportunity. With this hand, we put on the path of Southern unity. Because I'm a genius of the king."

Depending on how the goblin side comes out, we can beat Puena and unify the South. To Carlion's words, Salle sighed.

"I don't mind. My role is as an escort, not an attending."

"I apologize for the inconvenience caused to Mr. Salé and his teacher."

The doctor who brought Salé saw the symptoms of Carlion and threw a spoonful. It was Sale who desperately stopped Sardine, furious by the words of a doctor who said he was no longer helpful, from about to slap that doctor.

"Six months… enough"

Carlion laughs thinly, counting his life expectancy pronounced by a prestigious and reputable doctor.

"Plus the pain meds, I got them. It's a lot easier."

"... hmm"

To a clear smile directed at Sale, she missed her face remembering the pain.

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The King of Goblins was on the verge of a decision.

Retreat or a showdown?

Is there a winning eye, and with what will this battle be won in the first place?

"Make a retreat"

The Goblins, who have fought so far, lay down their faces at the decision of the King of Goblins. Zaurosh, called to the seat of that decision, also distorts his face to remorse, and Felby abruptly accepts the decision.

It was the moment when the king of Goblin admitted that he could not win with his present strength. The problem is with the treatment of peripheral areas.

"Zaurosh, tell them your decision"

"Ha."

"But what about falling back without a fight?

The king sprinkles his neck at Felby's question.

"... well, I'll follow your decision"

Felby trusted the judgment of the King of Goblins in previous battles. But apart from that, I can't bear to tell humans that we're going to be late.

"Abandon the peripheral area tomorrow. Fall back to the West End."

For the Goblins the king's decision is absolute. Inside, he pushes repentance and kills, and obeys orders.

"King, but what if the humans come after us?

To Gi Zar's question, the king answered pale.

"In doing so, repel after retreating to the Dark Forest"

That meant a waiver of western zone management. The goblins on the boulder also peel their eyes at the king's words.

"But perhaps the humans won't be able to follow us that far."

The problem is food. The number of days it takes from the peripheral area to the western capital is also more than six days in Goblin. Ten days would have been a good time to look at people's feet. If it is also a march with tens of thousands of armies, then the days will be sung. They didn't seem to have the benefit of preparing all that food and just dropping the dark woods after dropping the West Capital.

The South is rich.

Distribution is developed without deserts as objects, and people and gold come together with it. The richness of the South had manifested itself in the ratio of the population. No matter how big the country is, the Kingdom of Germion is home to the majority of its peripheral regions. The population of his country, equal to 300,000 and the Cruditians, but its strength rings in the neighborhood.

When the Free Cities were formed, the kingdom of Erlane, the trading nation of Puena, and the labyrinth city of Cane were named after each other, with the participation of even smaller and smaller urban states. That's why we were playing each other's battles, so we can see how great the system of the Holy Knight was for the Kingdom of Germion.

The king of Goblin had contemplated measures to force the Red King to bleed aggressively by abandoning the peripheral areas once. It is a so-called guerrilla method of war. But lurking is the earth, which is called the trekking meadow of the Warcraft.

If you occupy it, you must protect it. Otherwise, we cannot excite our authority as lords, and if we impose it, there will be a revolt. The peripheral regions are deeply rooted in the air of autonomy, and sometimes defy the Great Lords in unison.

Rage returns to the faces of the Goblins, who heard the explanation of the King of Goblins and understood that he would only temporarily retreat rather than retreat.

The goblins stand busy following the king's orders. Just because you've decided to withdraw doesn't mean you can go home right away. We need to get the food we brought in, take care of the wounded, and get ready to retreat.

"King of Goblins... I need to talk to you"

Zaurosh, who had gone to the lords, speaks to the king after he had given his instructions. The king remembered the disgusting things in his chest at the appearance of the little lords that followed him.

The king of Goblin, who heard them, roared and closed his eyes. Wrinkles between eyebrows are as deep as distress.

"We want a new life in the West Capital. Guess what, King of Goblins."

The lord of Razuel appeals to the king of Goblins with a desperate face.

To sum up, they are leaving the border area with the Goblins and hoping to migrate to the West Capital. Moreover, the number is almost all of the population of the peripheral region.

To be clear, the King of Goblins was not thinking about this. For it was the king's idea that man disliked the goblins and would gladly return to the reign of men when the reign was over.

"Let me know why. I'm not convinced. We can live with the same people. Wouldn't it be better than spoiling our rule?"

That's what he said in his mouth, while the king of half goblins predicted an answer. The reign of the king of Goblin was too legitimate, I suppose. Weapons and protective equipment can be produced in the dark woods, and food needs little tax revenues for goblins who eat warcraft.

In a nutshell, it is a cheap army on top of the mighty. There is nothing more treasured for the exchangers, and besides, there is nothing more disturbing in their loyalty under the control of the king. The failure to pick up tax revenues for a year as bait to convince Goblin's rule also applauded it.

About six months after the king of goblins ruled the peripheral realm. In other words, the entire peripheral realm had become accustomed to the rule of the King of Goblins.

"We changed our minds. I used to think it was impossible to coexist with demons, but under you, it's possible too."

Instead, he said that if the demons could protect him just because he was a formidable enemy until now, his peace of mind would be great. Now it was really the king of goblins who wanted to hold his head.

There is no doubt that the governance that I have done has been successful. But even at this time of retreat, it was annoying, to be clear. Sometimes with Goblin's feet, you can't get away with it if you take a human being and even a girl and a child.

"Aren't you going to change your mind? If you come with us, you could be pursued by the enemy."

"If you can't take it, we'll just dump the border area and go for the West Capital."

There will be a very small number of things that will be eaten and killed by the Warcraft then, or captured by the Red King, or will safely come to the West Capital. I know I'm going to die and abandoning it has a bad aftertaste. It was all the more so, if it had once entered the nostalgia and obeyed the king, whether he was human or not.

The profits when I take you back to it are also fascinating.

Small lords alone can help foster bureaucracy. Plus, if humans are around, it's good for later fights. The proud bloodline (Leonheart) 2000 alone has increased its range of tactics considerably. Once the entire peripheral region is in place, its width rises exponentially.

"The deadline is two days. I can't wait any longer. Leave the slow leg thing behind. All right?"

"Thank you"

On purpose and in turn, Lord Shirak expresses his gratitude on his behalf.

"... Oh, my goodness."

After the Lords withdrew, Zaurosh laughed at the words of the rarely weak King of Goblins.

"It's the king's style."

"The retreat will be harsh. You're ready, aren't you?

"Abandon the weak, how can you name an adventurer"

The king nodded and had to go in to amend the plan.

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The Goblin King's plan modification changed the work of the Goblins from the next day. Installation of extensive traps, parallel to preparation for withdrawal. Many pitfalls were dug, especially along the road that stretched straight from the settlement to the western capital, and trees were cut out to build a fence from nearby forests.

But still, it is only a day. When the humans decide on the procedure for repelling when they come after us, the Goblin king digs his own hole and builds a fence. No matter how strong the goblins are, the retreat while sheltering humans becomes painful. When retreating, the most important thing was speed, no matter what.

So the king made the humans bring every possible luggage, and at the same time ordered Gi Gee to pull that luggage to the mighty Warcraft. Especially when you put the weak hips on there, the men begin to retreat while escorting them to pinch them with a goblin avant-garde and a rear guard after being as light as possible.

At the beginning, he placed the sneaky blade Gi Gi Arcil, Gi Gi Old, who led the Warcraft Army, and La Gilmi Fisiga. In the rear guard, starting with the king of goblins, he will place the goblins with breakthroughs such as Larshka, Gi Zu Luo and Gi Go Amatsuki, as well as the Druids led by Gi Za Zakhend. If it were to be attacked, it was a measure to thicken and consolidate the defense, according to Goblin's king's expectation that it would come from behind.

At the rear, place the gi goo verbena and follow the main body while setting up the trap. Besides that, paraduagoblins and others leave their perimeter alert to play, a group of leonhearts led by Zaurosh and the warriors led by Gi Bar Hagal, Fairy Felby, surround them as escorts to the humans.

In the meantime, the king of Goblin, with a full posture, begins his retreat towards the north.

In a long line of men, remembering a glimmer of anxiety, the king of Goblin looked back at the southern land, which shed much blood.

"... never move on"

To Rashka, who grumbles in dissatisfaction, Gi Go replies carelessly.

"But there is no mistake in the king's ruling. At least, I agree."

"Do you not abandon the weak? As sweet as ever."

Gi Zar joined their conversation looking at the big back moving forward.

"I thought you'd say the weak should be slashed away?

Larshka was naturally favored when he ascertained the awesomeness of Gi-Go's swinging sword. His taste is simply strong. Larshka, who can only have a pure fondness for it, seems to be very goblin in a way.

Playing that lashka, Gi-Go's sword was enough to be chilly watching. Dimensions are literally different. Not knowing if I could win if I fought one-on-one was about the king of goblins, including this gi-go.

"I used to be chased by a gray wolf. Even then, the king saved my flock."

The power lingers in Gi Go's hand gripping the pattern of the song knife.

"If I become king, I will follow. I'm not going to follow whoever else it is."

The resolutely gi-go gaze was just following the king's back.

Both Lashka and Gi Zar had their own thoughts, and nature and gaze were chasing after the king's back.

"But neither does the king live indefinitely. What are you gonna do after you want to die?

To Gi Zar's inquiry, Gi Go answers without laughing.

"I'm going to make a journey. As my sword God commands."

"I will go for the king then. But what are you gonna do about it?

Larshka answers confidently and sees Gi Zar. The king's belly caught the edge of his mouth and laughed.

"I don't even have to think about it. I will die before the king dies. That solves everything."

"I see, I certainly don't have to think about it."

To a strangely serious nod gi go, Larshka frowned. More or less, the goblins from Gi's settlement have a heart of worship for kings. Larshka and I are in awe, but I had to question him if he asked me if I would go as far as worship. Walls to cross, goals to aim for come tighter.

As he pondered what was the difference between his clan and the goblins of Gi's settlement, Rashka looked over at the line of untouched humans.