Goblin Kingdom

By the time the month of Snek, 232 years old in the kingdom of Germion, also counted the 27th, an army led by the king of Goblin had confronted the king capital of the kingdom of Germion. Originally it was Puel's policy to say residents wouldn't mind letting them escape, so it was consolidated on the west side and the goblin side was in formation.

Gi Goo Verbena, who led the West Army; Gi Gar Larks, who led the Confederate Army; Gi Zi Youb, who led the Legion; Gi Zoo Luo, who led the militant Goblin; Goblin from the settlement of Gi Doo Burga, who led the sorcerer class Goblingi the Zarquand and the Druid, were in the fight.

Also from his family, Rashka of the Guidoga clan, Haroo of the Palladuan clan, and Kuzan of the Goldovan clan led their own clan into the war.

From the subhuman, the mid of the fangs, the tianos of the human horse. Humans led the proud bloodline (Leonhart) of Zaurosh, the sooner the sooner the sooner the sooner the sooner the sooner the sooner the sooner the sooner the sooner the sooner the sooner the sooner the sooner the sooner the sooner the sooner the sooner the sooner the sooner the sooner the sooner the sooner the sooner the sooner the sooner the sooner the sooner the sooner the sooner the sooner the better

Hearing the roar of stone-throwing raised by a stone thrower, Gi Zi Youb and others watch the walls of the Kingdom of Germion in the distance. If you turned your gaze far north, you would have been a refugee or a crowd of people would have walked away from the walls.

"Don't chase me, Shii, so su?

In response to a rare goblin inquiry, Gi Zi shook his head and answered.

"If Lord Puel does not need it, he will not need it. My dear, you stand by it."

Gi Zi is the most interested in human tactics and weapons in goblins. The attitude of learning was particularly noteworthy, especially the tactics, which might refer to Puel as a mentor.

"More than that, we need to adjust the projection angle of the speculator a little bit."

Confirm the stone bullet that jumps over the walls, and Gi Zi immediately flies the instructions. Admitting the stone bullets landing on the walls as they aimed, he nodded satisfactorily.

"Command, enter as soon as the castle gate is torn! Get ready, Seyo!"

To the words conveyed by the rare goblin, Gi Zi ordered Regiol to prepare to move forward.

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The people of Wang Du were in a state of panic over the intermittent goblin-side stone-throwing attacks. Wouldn't the goblins be pushing over by breaking down those giant castle gates right now? The fear was gradually becoming a suspicious ghost, and a disturbing rumor was running around that someone might have the killer to invite the goblins into the king's capital.

To forget their fears, they were angry with the killer, who was already gone, and they searched for a killer who was never there to turn away their fears.

That's how I got up to the edge of people's mouths about an old man who used to take goblins.

They don't know anything about her living in the lower levels of the royal palace, where she's called "the Wise Man of the East". What they wanted was a sacrifice like it.

Sacrifices that make them forget their own fears. Sacrifices that make them satisfied, they say, are old men without power.

The aftermath of intermittent sounding stone-throwing gradually eroded their spiritual stability.

Some of the fear-driven folk also looked like soldiers. The voice of the people was a good reason to move them, for soldiers who didn't even have an order system that already worked and couldn't move.

There's a traitor!

There's a traitor!

The people shouted, and with that enthusiasm intact, attacked the residence of Falmia de Floria.

However, she is also a researcher who was dubbed “puppeteer.” Being a researcher was synonymous with being a good wizard. It was perhaps a blessing to be fortunate, but that day there was with her the fruit of the study of the Warcraft, which served those who had been studying it in detail.

In the fear of an avid crowd coming towards her, she did so, releasing her warcraft upon entering the mansion, and hitting her own escort.

"Not yet, I can't die...... can I?

Released from the chain with her words of determination, the Warcraft raised a voice of intimidation to an avid crowd at the entrance to the mansion.

Almost at the same time, from the Royal Castle, Ashtar, King of the Kingdom of Germion, had been led by the Secretary of State Rufel and the Kingsguard 400 led by the Holy Knight Zerkov, and the Goblin side had also successfully broken through the castle gate, striking an avalanche inside the king's capital to begin entering.

When the castle falls, the confusion is extreme. Everyone tries to live, and everyone kicks others down to help. It is more heretical to be calm in a situation that can be described as a crucible of chaos.

Neither did the victors, the Goblins, differ greatly from the falling human side in their enthusiasm.

The Axe and Sword Army of Gi-Gu-Berbena (Felduk), the newly recruited recruits, and the Tiger Beast and Spear Army of Gi-Gu-Larks (Alan Sign), the Guidoga family, were put into service at this time. Sometimes it is within the Wang capital, and in Alan Sign, he put in the Palladuan clan, starting with Gi Gur riding the Black Tiger.

The black tiger leap through the woods was Gi Gur's decision that it would also function adequately throughout the town of Wang Du.

The king of Goblin took the form of saying that he would reluctantly await a report outside the king's capital, as a promise was made with Puel to watch his subordinates work and Gi Zar also fully agreed with the opinion.

It was due to the unintentional surprises and the idea of Puel, who was wary of unexpected encounters, as well as the consideration of Gi Zar, who cared about the health of the king, who shredded himself enough to go to battle. If you try to be a reluctantly retreating king, although I appreciate their care, I have the feeling that it would disqualify you as leading a goblin not to put your own life at risk compared to the previous battles that have taken over the leader of the enemy with your own hands.

But it was also true that his physical condition was gradually following a path of deterioration, as if it were a rock that could not withstand windstorms every time he was forced to do so. He has an anomaly in color, his nose doesn't work, and he's even far from distinguishing between hot or cold. To say that he would not lose his hold, even in such a way, was undoubtedly a testament to the fact that he possessed qualities only to lead one race.

For the sake of arson, or looking up at the black smoke rising from the king's capital, the king of Goblin was feeling slightly nothingness.

"The country is torn and there are mountains and rivers..."

"What is it, what is it?

To the question of Puel the Fairy, the King of Goblins answered with a bitter smile.

"That's an old poem."

"... I didn't know the king had poetry talent. But this is a battlefield, and victory has not yet been confirmed, so don't be alarmed."

"Whatever. I keep fighting till I die. Without that readiness, you cannot name a king."

Confirming that the king of Goblin had changed his mind, Puel ran the decree, and gave the decree to all the armies that had entered, in order to name the head of King Ashtar.

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It was the Ashtar kings who came out of the royal castle, but when Zerkov finds the black smoke that stood in the air in a flash, he leaps with a high laugh.

Jumping up to the roof of the mansion at once, he distorted his mouth and ran towards black smoke for laughing roof transmission.

"Ts, Lord Tserkov!?

Suddenly, bizarrely, Rufel was confused or untouched, and Ashtar followed its back with his gaze.

"I don't mind. Proceed…"

"Ha, if His Majesty says so"

Following Ashtar's knowledge of his living corpse-like complexion, Rufel orders him to march again.

The rising of black smoke was the corner of the aristocratic mansion. The crowd, who witnessed the appearance of a warcraft stuck like a gatekeeper in the mansion of Falmia, turned back and attempted to enter, knowing that the warcraft would relentlessly bite to death what it intended to enter the mansion.

But there's still a warcraft there, and it bites the intruders to death.

The fire spread once and for all because the people who boiled the business threw a pine light into the mansion and set it on fire. No matter how there is a warcraft, it is a Falmian mansion without even a servant. She had no choice but to leave the house in flames than to be unable to extinguish fire activities with a warcraft.

Sending the Warcraft around herself, she leaves the house while ensuring the safety of her sights.

"There he is, a traitor!

A crowd screams when they see Falmia fleeing the flames they seek. It was something that she had no idea what it was about.

"Die, traitor!

Along with cursing rumors, to the crowd throwing stones and such, Falmia had no choice but to shield herself from the Warcraft. The crowd suddenly screams. When I asked them who fled forgetting all the curses against her and everything, there was a figure of Zerkov on the corpse.

Those arms were tangled with hot air lifting human intestines, and unfocused eyes were directed at smoke-lifting mansions.

"Oh......"

With a grunt like that, Zerkov grabs the head of a screaming people by sieving his arms, gripping him with a horrible grip as it is. Every time he took a step forward, a new corpse was mass-produced.

The fleeing crowd pushed against each other and became desperate to flee from before Zerkov. They stomped on those who fell in the process, and it was perfectly fine for the casualties to leave, and all that remained on the spot were Falmia protected by two warcraft and a pathetic corpse.

"Lord Tserkov..."

Standing by on the spot for a roaring warcraft, Falmia steps out in front of him and confronts him.

"You got out of jail."

……

Speaking to her, Zerkov, quietly bowed down, was wandering his vain gaze without uttering a word.

"... Lord Zerkov?

"Fall, Mia..."

The moment Zerkov called me by name, Zerkov's piercing pierced her chest as she tried to respond. Close her mouth again, slightly trying to open it. She is on the spot, collapsing.

"Farmieaaaa!!

Screaming at her as she collapses, Zerkov leaps back at her again. At that time, there were no pieces left, such as the quiet appearance shown to her. Throw away all reason, reason and reason, and Zerkov laughed.

"Heh, heh, heh! Falmia! Ha-ha-ha!

His vision, running to the roof telling, reflected a flock of goblins who broke through the castle gate.

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The 400 of the Kingsguard, led by Ashtar, will soon clash with a flock of goblins who have broken into the king's capital. To a goblin full of passages, Rufel ordered him to move forward with his voice turned upside down.

Protecting the king's surroundings is a powerful Kingsguard shamelessly in the kingdom of knights. There are also people who can spot the attack of each of the three (three-man cells) on the goblin side, defeating the goblin while preventing the attack with a giant shield.

It was on the opposing goblin side, but it was the inexperienced recruits who first hit the king's Kingsguard. If they were prevented from attacking every three of them, they had no skill to exchange. It was a gradually pushing goblin, but the information was to be conveyed to the experienced goblins who were immediately in the rear.

The earliest arrival at King Ashtar was the Guidoga clan. It is the Lashka and Guidoga clans who give way to the eyes of a lord-class giant body, even the same goblin to its terrible strong side. When he discovered Ashtar, Larshka barked, slamming a stick reinforced by blue, silver and iron on his shoulder onto the ground.

"What is it about struggling with enemies of this magnitude!

Though not a direct boss, the recruits, who were scolded by far superior goblins than they were, shrunk themselves into fear and then attacked the Kingsguard without even hiding their fierceness.

Confirming Goblin's army, which regained momentum, Larshka nods one satisfactorily and strokes his jaw. It's like the devil in the underworld nodding his tongue, that grin is so horrible.

"As young as this, we need momentum."

"Admiral, are you still watching?"

Larshka laughed at Darshka's question, the next leading figure in the Guidoga clan.

"Don't be silly. We'll take the best part of the prey!

When he regains responsibility for the stick he was slamming on the ground, he leads himself and storms.

"Show the young guys what a fight is!

Ordering his own Guidoga family, he paves the way with overwhelming force. Whenever the devil's stick of the naked eye is waved, a man with his whole body hardened with armor blows up like a joke and crumbles like a fruit. I couldn't help but feel terrified when I said Kingsguard to the goblin of a giant body approaching with laughter.

"Hi, hi, no."

Rufel wanders in its too much power and takes a step back from beside the king of Ashtar. It was King Ashtar, whoever might have stopped that shoulder with unexpected force.

"Heh, Your Majesty...?

"... I don't care what ambition you have in your chest. But the one thing you have to do is take him to Ishtar."

Ashtar was grabbing Rufel's shoulder with a clear statement and a cold glance that was insane about the drug and very unlikely to have lost reason.

"Rufel, I know your loyalty."

"Heh, Your Majesty... if I were just an incompetent man drowned in power..."

Rufel, take me to Ishtar.

"Gi, if you will, I do. Sire."

No longer had the power to raise his voice, Ashtar glanced at the impending goblin.

"Kingsguard, what are you doing! It will be your role to die in front of His Majesty!

Rufel's voice echoes the Kingsguard, who was dominated by Rashka's fear.

"The king is wanted! Remember your part! What is the role of the Kingsguard!?

"It is to protect His Majesty and destroy his enemies!

When a young Kingsguard utters that word, he jumps out in front of the Guidoga clan to join the fight. One Kingsguard, impressed by the battle of a struggling young Kingsguard, leaps to the front with another to play a death fight with the Goblins.

But I still wanted to see the difference in power.

The struggling Kingsguard will also fall with one, and another, leaving only Rufel and King Ashtar at last. To Rufel, who stood in front of Ashtar with his trembling feet, a goblin spear to kill.

"Your Majesty, forgive my incompetence, please..."

It is all for the king. There was no lie in Rufel's words, but he thought of himself and moved for the king. Even if it were to destroy the country. What can be done for a king who has lost his blood and can no longer even descend from the throne of the king himself? Using a handkerchief called Zerkov, which I got by chance.

Summarize the inside of the court by fear and move the Kingsguard, the last force of war. And use that time to buy the time of the people who seek refuge outside the king's capital. Because a goblin who dropped the king's capital might chase him depending on his mood.

I was forced to take hallucinogenic medications to provide Ashtar with a restful time when he lost his beloved grandson. If they say poison, it must be poison. To protect the King from any further strife, he spared no effort to eliminate the Holy Knight and keep him at peace until the end of time.

If you do it and provocative words and actions are also to avoid criticism being directed at the king.

The name of future generations Rufel Malcondo will be used as synonym for the incompetent. No one will know his loyalty, and he will be buried in the darkness of history.

"You're King Ashtar, aren't you?

"... you goblins"

Ashtar, who lost his last loyal minister, throws up at Larshka's inquiry.

There was no second inquiry, and Rashka buried the king of enemies under one blow.

"Hmm... tell the king. King Ashtar's neck was captured by Rashka!

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Old Goblin was running through the king's capital of the Kingdom of Germion mixed with numerous recruits. The heart pulses like an early bell, and the breath is rough. For him in old age, the march through with the recruits was physically demanding.

But still, he had to move on.

It is all to settle for glitches from the past.

I remember when I came to this country, even though I can hardly remember any more. It is the high walls and the streets surrounded by them, the path taken by his “master”. The goblins proceed like turbulence. Swimming through it, Old Goblin desperately searched for a familiar view.

The scenery that escaped at that time.

I walked side by side then.

When I bend some aisles, I do get to a place that gets caught behind the old goblin's brain.

"... here"

Unexpectedly in his mouth from between rough breaths, he opened his eyes.

Find the street. Old Goblin tries to advance his legs, and suddenly turns over to the scream he sounds.

"Ha-ha-ha! Goblin, goblin, goblin!!

There stood a fear in the form of a person.

A protruding spear doesn't stick to the man's body. A strike without the help of a recruit is easily bounced back and the next moment he is squeezed in the head. Even the Trinity (Three Man Cell) that stained the bone marrow is only a triple hit if the attack doesn't make it through.

He reaches out to both sides he tries to slip through, gripping Goblin's head as if catching a baby.

Zerkov, the Holy Knight, or Zerkov, the Knight of Destruction.

The Goblins were something they didn't know, but they stood before the most dangerous people in the King's capital.

Zerkov's mouth distorts into a grin of joy. It was like a carnivore in front of a prey. The way you spread your hands wide open is as if there are signs of an overwhelming strong man like a flaming bear in a dark forest.

Old Goblin's body was retreating unknowingly. He lived in a survival competition until he reached that age because, for one thing, he was timid. I never meet with the strong. Running away is the best thing. Its character, which does not like strife, is disastrous, and it never stood at the top of the flock, but still succeeds in surviving this way for many years.

That his instinct was telling.

This enemy belongs to a category you shouldn't have met.

Unexpectedly, my legs go down. Who can blame that? Challenge the enemy in front of you and you will die. of an almost certain future. Avoiding that is nothing but cowardice.

So when I took the second step back, it was the streets where I walked with my "husband” in his sight.

……

Unexpectedly he turns silently to the streets. The streets made for humans were just a look up from him in Goblin. But that reminds him of your husband.

The third step, if you look back and run, you can survive.

But I couldn't pull that third step.

The body trembled, struck a heart bell, and the throat rang like it was dry.

But I still couldn't pull it off.

The exhaling breath smokes white as if it had hosted high temperatures.

"Ugh, no..."

We have to rush through. The moment I thought about it, he was moving. I try to shrink myself as much as I can, through the tongue of my swinging arm...

At once, the old goblin flew backwards.

Where he was about to pass earlier, Zerkov's arm was like a back fist right after he swung it off, and he was back. If he had stuck it in like that, the old goblin's head would have been shattered and scattered.

"No, uhh..."

Cold sweat floats all over his body wearing armor.

That's when Zerkov's gaze turned to Old Goblin.

It is death. An overwhelming death was staring at him.

Break the will of the old goblin who tried to provoke all his body courage to proceed, it was gaze.

When I broke all my feelings and tried to turn my back on my trembling leg, and I tried to pull a third step...

"Elder, you're safe."

"Lord Gi Gu"

From behind him came Gi Goo Verbena, who turned it into a road-class goblin and led a corner of the four generals, the bloody wet Felduk.

You've been hit for a long time.

Gi Goo, who looks over at the young goblin's corpse and bites his teeth and bites his anger, had stepped forward to shelter the old goblin by straightening his own subordination to the left and right.

"Big brother! Danger!

Gi Gu snorts at Goo Naga's voice.

"I know. There's nothing I can do about this anger that killed my countrymen."

Zerkov doesn't break his grin even in front of Gi Goo, who strips his canine teeth out and exposes his anger.

"Goblin, goblin, kuha, ha!

When in a beastly forward leaning position, Gi Gu yells.

"Coming!

Shortly afterwards Zerkov jumps. The Holy Knight, who runs the ground rinse but leaps like one, releases his fist from that angle towards the face of Gi Goo. It's not about posture or anything that happened. Normally, I pay lightly for an end blow.

"What, noooo!?

Push the sword of Gi Gu you tried to pay and blow the body of Gi Gu you held in with all your might. He was a gi-goo with an attitude in the air, but tongued about his too unusual arm strength.

"You monster, you're really human!

"Kuhahahahahaha!

Tongue-in-cheek at how Zerkov returns a high laugh, he speaks to the old goblin who sheltered in the direction of his back.

"You want to break through that and go to the other side?

……

Silently, agitated by the nagging old goblin, Gi Gu asks again.

"What do you think!?

"Exactly"

"Then we have no choice. Hey, you're hearing me!! It's for the elders. We're gonna help!

It was the figure of Gi Gar Larks riding the Black Tiger who showed up from the top of the building to respond to the voice of Gi Gu shouting at the surrounding building.

"I got it!

Encouraging a horseman from the building to land in the form of a pinch of Zerkov, he waves a spear and drops his gaze on the corpse.

"... this is the Holy Knight"

Gi Gur's gaze at putting up a spear with that said is sharp.

"Exactly"

Gi Gu, with his sword and axe, also responds.

"Unnamed Holy Knight, the King of Goblins is a minister, Gi Gar Larks. Come!

"Hmm, die! Human!"

"Ha-ha-ha, goblins! Goblins!"

Even if you get a goblin sandwich from the front and back, you still laugh and there's room in Zerkov for just an interception. Send the sharp blow of Gi Gur and take the blow of Gi Gu's swinging axe.

But that's what Gi Goo and the others were waiting for.

"Go, Elder!

Zerkov's grin stops at the little goblin running by his side. After a moment, when he plays the blow of the two oldest ginseng, he rolls out his knife towards his little back.

"I won't let you!

One hair at a time, Gi Gar's rolled out spear suppresses Tserkov's knife quicker, but the aftermath causes the old goblin's leg to fall.

Gi Goo leaps with his anger as he tongues, but Zerkov's power to take that attack with one arm is not unusual. It was Gi Gu hurrying old goblins who struggled to get up, but the rush was because Zerkov was gradually gaining strength and pushing Gi Gu's axe back.

"Heh, heh, heh, heh!

"Damn it!

Zerkov played Gi Gur's spear and Gi Gu's axe and shook up his fist to make an attack on the old goblin again. But there is a shadow in that pocket.

"Gluuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!"

Along with the voice of temper, a fist blowing up Zerkov. Crazy dragon gi zu luo wet in the blood of enemies and allies was cracking in between with the body hit.

"We're late!

"It's late!

To the yelling gi-goo, gi-goo with a relief look on his face.

"It's a message from my king. Help the elders, and quickly come over here."

The words were clearly in the ears of the old goblins as well.

"Wang..."

"Elder! I don't know what the purpose is, but hurry up. Let's keep it down here."

Nodding at Gi Goo's voice, the old goblin starts running again.

"Good luck!

Dropped off by Gi Gur's voice, the old goblin ran.

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He runs, experiencing the pain of running on his back.

It was going to stop at too much pain. Fear should have left, but I can't stop sweating cold. The sweat blowing out of my whole body had already stopped knowing if it was hot or even cold.

But still run with a rough breath.

Follow your memories and advance your legs.

Turning around that corner, looking at the flashy decorative houses you can see on your right.

─ ─ This is where we live today.

Somewhere proudly speaking, her figure depends on the back of his brain. Every time, I have something to push my back that should hurt and I can't wait to push.

- What do you say? It would be stunning while I am! The king praised me too! I'm sure this research will last for generations to come!

It's also a nostalgic memory of being caught by a warcraft that should have gone quiet.

At that time, she was panicking to his astonishment.

-Where's the bandage? Oh, disinfectants first!? Yeah, how is this even cleaned up!? Hey, doesn't it hurt? No, can't it hurt? I'm almost there!

It was midnight when I turned the whole house upside down and finally looked for it and hit it.

By then, I had already had scabs, but she forcefully made allowance, even though she said she was fine.

─ ─ I'm surprised at your resilience... No, I'm not. Uh, okay. If you get hurt, you have to disinfect it. Bacteria, no, because the invisible bad stuff is aimed at the opportunity to get inside your body.

She taught him to wash her wound while gently stroking her head.

That night she put his head on her lap and let me sleep.

─ ─ Combine your rewards and apologies!

That's what I say and laugh at. Her smile was beautiful.

Everything was a nostalgic memory.

Soon.

Soon, we'll be at home.

"Knock..."

My back hurt.

It's as if, from there, you're sucking your life away from being able to force your running feet step by step. The eyelids are desperate to get heavier.

If we go through that street and turn this corner...

What he saw was a house of burning memories and her appearance in front of it all around with blood.

"Your husband..."

Teasing, the spear makes a noise and slips off his hand.

I must have crawled from where I fell and moved. I found a "master” who wouldn't move to keep his back in the garden stone.

Would there have been more white on the hair and more wrinkles on the face?

But it couldn't have been his “husband”.

Was it his fault that she felt her eyes slightly open?

"... Master, we're back. Finally, finally... I'm back."

In the recoil he has been forced to do, he kneels down disappointed and falls straight down to the depression.

"Dear Sir..."

If you look at him, his back is broken and full of blood.

Strangely enough that I've been running, that wound is deep.

But he crawls up to her. I had to please her. I'm sure she laughs.

It only points that beautiful smile at me, again, again.

"Back, back... ma, I did"

He moves on through her bleeding, bleeding.

That's how I finally get to where he should be.

"Oh, ho, Bi... Oh, Shijun, Sa..."

"... but... and..."

The voice at the moment was as small as flying if blown, but that would have been enough for one and one person.

The expression of the old goblin was calm as if he had fulfilled his mission.

And Falmia's death face, lined up, was serene, as if freed from years of annoyance. There were traces of tears in his eyes.

Old Goblin died on Falmia's lap.