Goblin Kingdom

Puena, the trading nation, was obvious on one topic.

It is the marriage of Laksha El Puena, the leader of the Red King and the man who was to be named Grand Duke Brandika. It seems that the story of the marriage between Laksha, the queen who will be 19 years old, and Brandika, the brave archduke of martial arts, was previously brought to Puena's decision-making body, the Presbyterian House, and is still under deliberation, but no door can be erected in a person's mouth.

"It hasn't been long since my fiancé, Lord Isas, died..."

"No, but the situation in the north would be disturbing, wouldn't it? Anything called the Red King is bigger than all the blood leagues in the labyrinth city of Cane."

"So what does the queen feel like!

The story was repeated and told in the open market, near the women's gathering oasis, or everywhere in the house. Queen Laksha is a popular exchanger for the people. Its elegance and sweeping beauty were analogous to desert flowers, and its popularity had some courtesy, even if it did not extend to the Virgin Mira.

Not all critical opinions about that marriage came from the magnitude of the influence of the Blood League Red King led by Brandika. Since the fall of Carlion, the warrior of the Red King, Brandika herself has decided policies and so on, and is gradually extending its power to the centre of the trading nation.

In order for Brandika to keep Puena in her hands, it is first and foremost the dominance of the economy.

Gradually increasing the influence of the Red King until the escort of the caravan across the desert, the resources that can be taken from the demons and the transport of the traded goods. The trading state Puena, as its name suggests, covers most of its tax revenues. As a matter of national policy, they provide their merchants with funds under the name of support and make them make profits. Tax revenues from Puena's national treasury were covered in the form of the state saying it would collect some of the profits it raised.

The escort of the caravan across the desert is dominated by a blood alliance that focuses on adventurers. Until now Puena has successfully suppressed their power by competing with each other for multiple blood alliances and taking care not to make the power of a single blood alliance stronger, but the Red King overtakes such Puena thoughts.

Actively enrolled the Red King's breathtaking blood alliance in the escort, as well as tightening up other blood alliances. If he bows his knees to the Red King, he takes them in, and if he resists resolutely, he does not hate exercising his strength, and he tightens up his blood alliance around Puena.

What was possible was the fall of the power of Puena's only knighthood, the Knights of the Ethereal Birds, and the great presence of the kingdoms of Erlane and Fatina under the control of the Red King. The barn zone of Fatina was one of the leading food supply points in the South. The Red King gripped it, causing Puena to stop the food flow once.

I immediately disarmed it, but it was sufficient as a threat.

Being grabbed with food was synonymous with being grabbed for life, more than people could live without eating. And another, is the existence of the kingdom of Erlane. Normally, if you go so far unscrupulous, there must naturally be a backlash from somewhere. Especially if the guild is going to interfere with the work done through the guilds of nations more than it is making its existence by good offices to the adventurer, it sees it as a rebellion against the guild.

That is why Brandika ordered the elimination of an intrusive blood alliance through the kingdom of Erlane. From the Kingdom of Erlane, he appealed to the Alliance for a blood alliance to be eliminated. Use something called national authority to buy time to consolidate the ground while eliminating disturbing blood alliances.

"Sounds like a lot of rebellion going on."

Brandika laughs invincibly, sitting on the throne at the words of Grave, the old granting magician, the executive of the Red King.

"You don't stand smoke without fire. Unless someone lights a fire."

"Most of the cane blood leagues are also part of the umbrella."

Revenue in labyrinth cities is a valuable source of income for adventurers and blood alliances. Valuable possessions collected in the labyrinth are transported to countries as traded goods and traded at high prices. Powerful blood alliances were largely incorporated under the umbrella of the Red King, so much so that its enormous forces could even occupy part of the labyrinth.

"Well, the economy is generally bull-hearted, and if it's possible, I'd like another hand."

Brandika, who ordered Carlion to take a compulsory vacation, was letting him hit a compromise with Puena when he ordered a new Grave from among the Red King's executives to be in charge of diplomacy.

"Manpower should be pulled out of the kingdom of Erlane."

Brandika, entrusted with the operation of one country, waves a great deal at the beginning of it. Execution to show off those guilty of bribery in order to solemnize discipline when they behead those who are the head of the bureaucracy. It caused the civilians to tremble, while simultaneously eliminating the nobility who made disturbing moves in the King's brother's rebellion.

When the assets were confiscated and the treasury was replenished, the finances of the Kingdom of Erlane began to show signs of recovery. It can be said that Brandika also applied the military supremacy proposition that there would also be tax revenues for Fatina, a barn zone, which would achieve maximum results with minimal sacrifice.

If we speak briefly of what we call military power, then number is power. At the same time, quality must be maintained. But without a high number, quality inevitably drops.

While it is the royal road to gradually increase the number while balancing the number with the mass, Brandika was absolutely confident in her own courtship. To do this, he was pulling people out of the outside blood alliance, or under his umbrella for each blood alliance, while simultaneously carrying out a detachment move of increasing the number while reinforcing the quality aspect.

The Royal Erlane Army, which was used as the national army, limited its role to the internal policing unit of the year, concentrating its forces on the Red King when it came to the outposts.

"... can't they shake your feet?

"If the doll dances, the end of the thread is the puppeteer."

"I see, or shall I stick it to Puena's side"

"If the puppeteer goes back to sleep, it doesn't matter."

"Let's think about it"

When it comes to the bureaucracies that move a country, it must be said that all of them, of high or low quality, are still outstanding in their abilities. While ordinary peasants cannot read the letters, they can read the letters and do simple calculations. That's all it takes to make it a great special skill.

Fattening the kingdom of Erlane, the Red King tries to make it even more immense.

Brandika opened a window where the wind from the desert would blow as she dropped off the exiting Grave.

The lion's hyena brings similar red hair to the wind and narrows her eyes.

"Oh, wait, Carlion. Almost there."

With a fierce grin on his mouth, Brandika was trying to gain more power.

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Inside the Sacred Capital Cruditian, surrounded by the Knight of the Sacred Knight "Double Break” of the Kingdom of Germion, it was about two months after the beginning of the cage castle. While saving food, there is still plenty of room. Siege weapons surrounded by high walls are still alive. To the inhabitants linked by the name bond of faith, too, the will was ample. Residents who would remain a force if they cared about it still believed in Kushin's teachings and placed their trust in the Virgin Mira.

Seavala, who surrounds the Holy City of Cruditian, also foresees it and early abandons the siege battle with a force push. Inside, it has been heard by King Ashtar that in the wake of the fall of the Cruditian is given as his territory. Try him hating the bloodshed in vain, regardless of the thoughts of his men, if you opened the castle honestly, you weren't going to persecute Kushins for the prank.

"Young! Machine bow (barista) ready."

Sivala nods bitterly at the words of the old man Fu (Morigoku), who brought him from the realm.

"Okay, but just give me a minute."

"Huh?"

When Seavala says so, she drives a single-ride hippalion with her bow in one hand to near the walls.

"Wah, young! It's dangerous!

In front of the old man in the role of Fu chasing him in a hurry, Sheevara spoke up.

"Give it to the Virgin! My name is Seavala Bandier!

When you squeeze a three-man rigid bow, shooting an arrow over the wall, an arrow that cuts the wind and sounds pierced the stone wall.

"Seavala!? The General of the enemy!?

"Is it real?

On the walls, the guarding soldiers also embark themselves from the top of the walls in an attempt to glimpse the enemy Sheevara.

"Shoot me anyway!

The stab of an arrow was right near the commander protecting it on the walls. The commander who guards the walls, while confused, turns to Seavala to issue a shooting order, and the arrows pour like rain from above the walls. But Seavala turned back her heels gently, and returned to her camp.

"Young! It's not something that gets you impotent!

While laughing bitterly, Sheevara listened to the sermon of the old man as Fu, but when he thought of it, the old man as Fu asked Sheevara.

"So, what wording did you write on that arrow?

Sivala replies, grinning bitterly at the old man with good eyes.

"Suggested surrender to the Virgin."

"Oh! The boulder, grow young... I'll play halfway."

"No way, I'm taking this a little seriously."

"If your father sees it, let's not, let's not... then! Signal the launch of the mechanical bow now!

Turning from the way he was tearing with emotion, the old man in Fu's role suggests to attack the bloodthirsty.

"That's it, shall we wait a while longer"

Sheevara, who postpones the attack to a lackluster mix, was feeling the wind across the meadow listening to the old man's novel as Fu.

It was the commander of the forthcoming walls who discovered the arrows fired by Seavala. Fearing by the arrow of power that stands against the stone wall, when he takes the arrow, he leaves the command of the temporary wall to his deputy, who heads to Mira.

To the Virgin, I would not have obeyed Seavala's words honestly, but the commander of the walls took the arrows straight to the Virgin Mira.

It was in the middle of a military conference, but Mira permits the report.

"An arrow has been fired in from the enemy general!

"Thanks"

Mira chuckles when she sees the text behind the wall commander who willingly returns to the scene after getting a chance to look at Mira. The generals, who were present at the seat of the military council, looked surprised and watched Mira but were handed a letter, Villain de Zulu distorted his usual faceless expression only for a moment and handed it to the general right next door.

"Lord Reiki Mira V. Burnen...... Uhnoo!? This is not a love sentence!

When placed on a desk to tap the paper, the old general exposes his anger with his face in his ju.

"The enemy general seems to be very interesting."

To Mira's words as if they were less than full, the generals raise a low roar of anger. For an older general, Mira was a venerable pope, a beloved Virgin, and a daughter-in-law of her age who didn't hurt to put it in her eyes.

The next day, it was even more dense than yesterday to Seavala, who approached the walls single-handedly in an attempt to get a reply, needless to say the rain of the arrows and the curse poured from above the walls.

"Young, your enemies seem very wary for a long time!

"Weird...... did the surrender recommendation work too well?

"Strong enemies are difficult things that enhance you. Come on, give me the order to attack!

The Cruditians were still in a state where they were not fully bumped into each other and were exploring the dropouts by hand with each other.

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Goblins, who saw the King of Goblins returning from the depths of the Fort of the Abyss, knelt on the spot, struck with a uniform exhalation of relief and awe. I thought the king of goblins was only about a few days old, but actually about two months old.

Lined up on the spot were Gi Gar Larks, a nightly goblin, Harloo of the Palladuan family, Gi Bei, a one-armed man who evolved into the Noble class, and Gi Go Amatsuki, the sword king.

"Your Majesty, you're safe."

Kneeling Gi Gar Larks drowned his head at the king who emerged from the darkness. Gi Gur had that impression, as if the darkness in the fort of the abyss had coagulated and been born.

Will he be roughly 2m tall? One horn grows from his forehead that is relatively rebellious to heaven compared to the time of the King class. From both sides of it, like a bullfight, two magnificent horns. The skin is closer to the Warcraft than to goblins. Covered with short, black body hair, his mouth protruding like a serpent.

Fangs that peek sharply grow like saws. Especially canine teeth are disastrously large. The muscles arming the body, although not different in size per se compared to the King class, have increased in density beyond comparison. Condensed muscles are claiming their existence from the inside out.

From the head to the tip of the tail, hair as black and long as a chicken crown grows, and the toe, which is forcefully stepped out, has tough claws that grab the ground.

For the first time in a long time, the colour of the eyes narrowed to light is a deeper red than blood, and each arm contains a sign of the kinship of the unchanging gods. Attracting the eye is a golden pattern that changes the color of the body hair so that it wraps around the neck from the waist, as if it were a snake wrapped around the body.

The black body hair stretching from under his chin was even like a mustache, bringing majesty to its expression. Tails stretching out of their backs give the same strength to the goblins bowing their heads as impressions, and the king's voice trembles their souls.

"Um, no change?

Before a heavily snorted king, a fairy warrior shows up. He must have run to the message without dropping the dust. Blue and silver iron armor leaves war wounds everywhere soon to be serviced.

"I'm leaving a message from Puell."

Felby still smiles wildly at his mouth and preaches the words of the military master.

"Wait in a colonial city, let's do it"

The king of Goblins, who nodded loudly, decrees the Goblins, who welcomed Gi Gar as their starting point. Only rare goblins refrain behind Gi Gur. To the king of Goblin, I found that was the fruit of the attack of the demon cave, the secret of Puel.

"Well done, you elites who lined up before me! The time to fight back is here! Let's celebrate the glory of victory together!

To the roar of the king of goblins, the goblins, beginning with Gi Gar Larks, raised their weapons and roared.

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Welcoming the Goblin kings who arrived in the colonial city were the beasts headed by the warrior Puel and the warcraft army Gi-Gee Old who would refrain behind him.

"Safe and sound survival."

The king nodded to Eagle Deep to Puell, who congratulated him with the same icy cold look.

"This is the warcraft that Lord Gi Gee has captured."

Puel gives a brief explanation, and the beasts, led by Gi Gee, step forward.

"I have captured the warcraft the king deserves. Andrew Arcs."

The king of Goblin opened his eyes to surprise at the appearance of a warcraft with his chest stretched and Gi Gee pulling his reins.

On a horse body about two minutes taller than the king's height, the soggy limbs stand forcefully on the ground. Only that part of the body stretches red hair so as to cover the hooves, the others are brown. The most different thing from a normal horse is the head at the tip of the long neck. One eyeball and peeking from a large ripped mouth are saw-like teeth.

He's shaking his neck so hard that he might even eat up his reins. If I stay alert, I'm even going to eat it.

"Gi Gee...... this warcraft, can you ride?

Unexpectedly the king inquired, but Gi Gee answered with his chest stretched.

"Nothing else could have worked, but if you were a king, you'd have to"

That means I couldn't ride anything else, the king understood.

"The deadline will be one month. Get on board by then."

Puell, plainly speaking, looked over and declared the other goblins. Below the King of Goblins, Noble or higher Goblins are assigned Meat-eating Horses (Andrew Arcs), while other Goblins are assigned a third Hummer (Hippalion).

The king of goblins, who was put before him one giant head among them, roared low.

"I must return to the front."

Puel speaks to the king who patrols.

"Are the humans attacking us?

"There is more movement than on both sides of the West Side and the South. But there can be no defeat as long as I'm around."

When Shuang and Puel turn back their heels, they resign before the king.

The 400 goblins below the king of the remaining goblins encouraged each one to train for riding in a vicious struggle.