Goblin Kingdom

The Feilongs, who live in the valley of the Feilongs, were confused by the intruders.

A flying dragon is considered by humans to be a subspecies of a dragon, but in fact it is a completely separate species. Compared to what the dragon establishes as a species, the flying dragon is a type of warcraft. Although it is named Dragon, it does not mean that it is under the control of Dragon King Grimmmore.

But that's not true if they're told they're not affected by Dragon King Grimmmore at all. Anyway, on the north side of the mountain range, the dragons, led by the golden dragon king Grimmmore, are fighting hard against Gawayne, the goddess of the western underworld.

In terms of the magnitude of their power, there are 500 dragons gathered with as much power as they can to kill all of them living in the valley of the Fei Long alone. Still, they live in the Valley of the Fei Long because of the existence of feeding creatures and the lack of other competitors because of the dragon threat.

Large grass-fed beasts that feed on flying dragons are very few in the eastern part of the continent, and in the southern part of the continent the area of survival is narrowed because the temperatures are too high for flying dragons to live. There are so many competitors in the western part of the continent that we cannot secure as much ground as they can be stable and prosperous.

Therefore, it was the truth against the warcraft named Fei Long that lived being pushed into a narrow area called the Valley of Fei Long.

However, the Feilongs are warcraft, but are therefore very sensitive to the crisis. Those, which should also be called survival instincts, were now alarming them to the fullest.

Nanica, who usually looked like a human who should only be bait, was who she was.

When I easily jump over the heads of the escaping Fei Dragons, I brace my ropes around their necks. It was an improvement on the collar of subordination, the magic tool of man, so that it could also be applied to warcraft.

The flying dragon that was put on it loses its power to fly, and when it rings low, it sits on the ground. Where dozens of flying dragons are captured, the brave man is content to take the flying dragon behind the land.

But that wasn't the only time the dragons were damaged.

Then, on a regular basis, the humans on the flying dragon began to come and catch the flying dragon. Fei Long, who was ultimately in the valley of Fei Long, would greatly reduce its number. In its shadow, the Holy Kingdom Artigand had been completed by the Knights of the Flying Dragon, which extended the battlefield to the sky.

The influence of the Flying Dragon Knights and the Braves extended to various aspects, without also completing the Knights. It is an influx of refugees from a small country that could not withstand the invasion of the kingdom of the black sun (Arlodena) led by the king of Goblin.

The brave man who succeeded in making Feilongs a force has sent Feilongs Knights to various countries as a reconnaissance. At the same time it depended on the pull out of talented talent while showing off Artigand's martial authority. Beginning with the Crusade of the Warcraft, he dispatched outstanding distributions in the form of assistance to small nations that had greatly damaged their forces during the Battle of the Virgin, such as the defeat of bandits or the crusade of rebellious slaves.

It was together from the top to the bottom of the small country that feared the forces of Goblin looming from the west. When the merchants escaped, it was later as fast as hitting an avalanche. The wealthy escape, and the poor escape to Artigand, terrorized as it follows.

The brave men, on the other hand, were using the marine technology of Yama, a marine nation that had generally destroyed itself, to carry out massive imports of food from distant countries.

─ ─ If you go to Artigand, it will help.

That information, which was scattered by the Knights of the Feilongs and the merchants, was to produce large numbers of refugees. And the brave will make efficient use of the massive numbers of refugees that have occurred. As a soldier, as an engineer, or as a workforce......

Since when, around the brave, there existed a squire of little brunette girls to lean against it. Not only that, but agronomists who invented foods that would allow them to feed an explosively growing population, knights with excellent martial arts skills and merchants with excellent economic sensations begin to gather.

It was not common ground that they were all astonishingly beautiful in terms of young women, but those numbers contributed significantly to the rapid militarisation of artigands.

As if prepared, talented people begin to gather around the brave.

Out of the massive influx of refugees, from Yama, the destroying maritime state, from among the aristocratic classes of the Holy King Alsace, or from among the citizens, the brilliant and beautiful gathered around him.

On the other hand, the brave man suddenly turns his foot towards the untouched realm of the North.

Not only was that area dominated by the golden dragon king Grimmmore an unprecedented realm, but it was a sanctuary that no one could touch, even a great power.

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It was just about two months after the opening of the war that Schmeer, who had deposited his command from the king of Goblin, went to the Alliance of the Three Kingdoms exposed to the onslaught of Gi-Goo Verbena. The northern part of the Alliance of Three Kingdoms, where the fierceness of the Axe and Sword Army (Felduk) blew, had been attributed to the ashes precisely as Gi Gu declared.

"Oh, my God, I didn't do that again."

Looking over the desolate earth, Shmere frowns and scratches her head.

Goblins and their reinforcements, consisting of mixed armies with humans, had to take into account the emotions on the human side, and Schmear himself had heard that Gi Gu's onslaught was terrific, but he didn't think that was it.

"I can't help it if I've done it. The question is, what are we going to do?"

Buying the virtuosity to push his opinions through grandeur that he would be a goblin opponent, Ginger quickly enters into talks with Gi Gu as he first follows Felduk, who continues his onslaught.

"... I don't like it"

"Well, I get it. But, well, you want me to think you have no choice. No one else. My husband ordered it."

He was Schmear, who explained the circumstances and his position and told him to change the way he was going to fight in the future, but Gi Gu turned his sharp gaze to her, keeping his arms together.

Or are you suspicious? Here. "

"I can't read. But if you look at the king's crest, you'll see. Plus, I know you're someone who has nothing to do with lying."

"You're overrated, thank you very much."

Rarely, Gi Gu valued Shumea highly. Neither the gathering under the king as soon as possible with a cut off from human society, nor the hellish medals to name from it, are in any way inferior to goblins.

The martial arts medal she cited as her presence even from the point of view of Gi Goo, the goblin supremacy, was something that had to be acknowledged. But apart from that, I wasn't unhappy that I had to give her my battle.

But they can't be trusted by the negotiators.

"That's, well, I know. But for the next time, I guess they'll have to negotiate with each other."

"Hmm."

Shumea openly says to Gi Goo, who is rubbing his jaw and seemingly unhappy.

"I'll tell you about Felduk's martial arts, so I don't think the King's reputation for you will go down."

"Well... if I'm going to say that much, do I have to back off"

She quickly moves into action when Gi Goo shows her attitude to follow Shumea's opinion and acknowledges that she will change the way the battle is played. Ordering Felduk to restructure, he attacked the cities ruled by the tri-national alliance in addition to his own gestures, including the army of Gi Zi Youb (Legior) and the thousand ghost soldiers of Gi Zu Luo, Southern Olga.

However, the way it is done is so weak that it can be said to be raw compared to Felduk.

"Isn't this how they don't surrender?

Listening to the opinions of Gi Zu and Gi Zu, Schmeir asks the Allied military teacher Villain de Zur for his opinion.

"Do you think so, Master?

"Yeah, right..."

"Huh."

Seeing Shmere smiling meaningfully, Villain once again turns his thoughts around in silence.

"It's okay, I'm still here."

With his own specialty, Short Spear, on his shoulders, he looked at Shumea watching over the walls of the enemy city.

"Well, I'm going to Lord Gi-Gi-Old's for a little while, so I'm gonna ask you to stay away."

Put that aside, Shmere takes only a handful of soldiers and goes out to Gi-Gi-Old. Or on another day, you can go out to Gi Goo Verbena.

Seeing how it went, Villain was just able to guess what Schmere intended.

"In other words, Lord Schmeer is going to make the most of Felduk and Zairduk, plus the Mixed Army (we) under his command."

"What do you mean?

To Gi Zu and Gi Zu, who tilt their necks in doubt, chew them up and Villain adds an explanation.

"From our enemies, we are fools who are putting in a gradual investment of their power. Lord Schmeer will try to improve there. It's also effective to make threats."

"I mean, when you take advantage of the advantages of numbers?

"Yeah, you want to pull out the negotiations by making me think you can't beat this one. The attack on this city feels handy because of the significance of buying time."

As Villain pointed out, Felduk and Zaylduk are rapidly regrouping and following the mixed army. Soon enough, we'll be hearing from you that we can rendezvous.

"Surprisingly, she's a politician."

To Villain's expression, the goblins tilted their necks, but it was unique to man to make the idea of not monopolizing merit, balancing forces, etc. If the Goblin army were to rely on one army while competing for merit, it was decided that there would be distortion throughout the army.

Regardless, there is undeniable desire to use the advantages of the number pointed out by Villain to overwhelm the enemy. Schmere's sense of being able to draw on those advantages by concentrating his forces was remarkable.

At the very least, we are certain that we have a wider perspective than the Goblins, who are only focused on defeating the enemies ahead, which is probably why the King of Goblins intended to keep command.

Shumea sends a messenger to surrender to the city she was attacking waiting for the three armies to align. With roughly 20,000 armies lined up in front of them, the city surrendered without any exchanging power. For the cities frightened by the atrocities of Felduk, it was the human being, Shmere, and the villain of the military, who came to the negotiating table, which was the deciding factor.

When he vows the food to be served and the pledge of surrender, Shumea surrenders the cities one after the other to open the castle. And finally, advance the army to the fortress guarded by the immortal Ardur.

Keeping the goblins well under control who want to attack quickly, she really slowly prepares to fight.

"You don't have to rush this one. It's on the other side where there's no food and the feathers are stuck."

When you say nothing of the utmost, you build an encampment in front of the fortress to reinforce it, as you boast of the food gathered from the cities. As he even began to build the stone barracks, Ardur, stuck in the fortress, whispered his eyebrows as he put his arms together.

He has won by defeating the ever advancing goblin side. Both the surrender of lies and the sacrifice of the city as a whole were all carried out to limit where the goblin side emerged, where it would attack.

Ardur's tactics of poking weaknesses on the goblin side while avoiding bumping from the front were certainly effective against the goblin side, but Schmear's strategy was to crumble that Ardur tactic from the ground up.

Those three armies had been set in motion by the will of one man by the presence of Shumea as commander in the Goblin armies that had so far attacked each one in pieces. This makes Ardur's tactics of poking through the gaps that should have happened before difficult to get through.

And most importantly, the fact that Shmere stood forward had allowed a relaxed air to flow among the cities where fear stood first and was desperately at war. It is a setback to one strategy if we try to stir up a sense of crisis and make it Ardur, who has striven desperately to prevent war.

Now, some of the cities under the Tripartite Alliance even have opinions about whether it's okay to surrender if Shumea is their opponent. She was even strangely popular, not only to suppress goblins often, but to make sure that promises were kept.

Shmere's strategy was steadily hunting down Ardur.

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None of the soldiers packing in the Fort of the Three Eagles (Cruz Tiga Las), the proud castle of the Alliance of Three Kingdoms, were wounded. With less force than their opponents, they deal with the Goblins, who are stronger than they are. Naturally, the burden on one becomes greater.

Still they fight for a man named Ardur.

Though he is a slender height, he is never a beautiful man either. A delicate brow with a habitual brown hair and a strong will.

The man, who succeeded in surviving the tri-national alliance, which was supposed to collapse without exchanging, was in distress.

There are few that move their legs for the time being and speak to Ardur, who looks around in the fortress. This is not because he is afraid, but because soldiers who know their commanders are solidifying their thoughts in that way are reluctant to speak up.

If the eyes are right, the soldiers salute him and move to a position where nature and his vision are unwanted.

While appreciating the care of such soldiers, Ardur smiles slightly.

"Sometimes, I'd like to have a drink with someone, too."

Ask for a private room assigned to a commander-level person, saying it as if it were someone else.

"Coming in."

When I open the door to the room without hearing back, I see a man sitting on his sleeping table with a big sword.

"What does the Commander look like?

There was a man of appearance there who must have said it was a battle. Holy Knight, symbol of the martial authority of the exodus Germion. The eyes of a man once said to be a hero in it are dark and shadowy.

"Sometimes I want a drink too."

"... right"

But the old insurance lurked some ringing, and Garland nodded quietly.

Sitting on the chair provided in the room, Ardur opens the lid of the bottle at will and begins drinking wine. There was no one in the room for two men to blame for that.

Ardur, who swallowed wine directly from the mouth of the bottle, offers it to Garland when he wipes his mouth.

"Here you go."

When you don't hesitate to take it, Garland also drinks it all over his mouth and wipes his mouth.

"... they're strong."

That was the two of us who had been drinking wine for a while, but the pounding and Ardur leaked.

"... oh"

Ardur's intoxicatingly swaying gaze still reminded him of the battlefield in which the goblins waved atrocities. Garland nods without even having any waves on his expression.

Seeing such a galand, Ardur laughs bitterly.

"That's right, heroes are different. The stronger the enemy, the more he burns or something like that?

There comes a word from Ardur's mouth around drunkenness that can be called irony, but Garland closed his eyes and listened to it in silence. Drinking up the received wine sighs with a breath of alcohol odor.

"I couldn't protect anyone. My beloved wife, my country I swore allegiance to, my men I admired, and even my friends I turned to friendship."

The spitting words were heavy and Ardur opened his eyes.

"This is what I live for, and that's why I can't die easily."

The voice sounding in the room alone was quiet, but it did have the sound of an obsession that wanted to burn.

"Even if they're strong enough to dominate the earth, I have to fight them till I die."

That was already a declaration while alive and close to the deceased.

Goblins are strong, probably won't win by pooling the total power of the remaining countries. A few good commanders and a strongman to support them. Not only that, but enrichment in the rear can't help but swallow everything as an overwhelming power.

But still... the man in front of me declared that even if he knew he was going to die, he had to face it.

"You're a backwards guy."

Garland laughed bitterly for the first time at Ardur, who said silly.

"Well."

"I'm going to go back to the hunter and live a carefree life when this battle is over."

"Ho."

"Set a trap and catch the Grey Rabbit (Goolies), hunt for the antler (Diarra) and go sell it to the city. Oh, yeah. Then I'll treat you to Diarra's stew too. It's delicious and it suits the drink."

Continue to talk about no other love for a while, but by the time the liquor ran out, Ardur dropped like a thread had been cut.

"... from my own country, a messenger has come"

"... surrender"

"Oh, sorry."

"... no"

Garland glanced up at the ceiling with his eyes closed as he sat down in his chair, and Ardur lowered his eyes as he pushed his trembling voice to death.

"Take the soldiers, go east. Make money for three days"

"The soldiers here are those who have gathered in admiration of you. It's hard for me to lead."

"You don't even think of me as a hero. They'll be convinced by me."

"They say the Holy Kingdom Artigand made the Knights of the Flying Dragon come true. After the collapse of the Troika, it's the only place there that can stop the Goblins from invading."

"... ok. Commander."

"I'm not a commander anymore. It's just Ardur."

"Right. Then I'll advise you as a friend. Run, Ardur."

To Garland's words, Ardur shook his head with a crying grin.

"It... can't"

A man who had fought because he didn't want to die shook his head beside him, still holding his hand, after he had been made a goose cross.

"You're gonna die."

The country offers Ardur's neck as a testament to his loyalty to the Goblins. Being here and surrendering means promising some sort of souvenir.

I can easily imagine that in Garland, and you can't possibly not notice the bright Ardur.

"If I run away, the one beneath me will take my place"

Garland glanced slightly.

"The name of the spicy three tongues will cry."

"... bad. Leave everything to you."

"Chip...... ok"

Having heard the wishes of his friends, Garland led the soldiers out of the fortress the next morning. He joins the Holy Kingdom Artigand in contact with the Fei Long Knight.

And the immortal Ardur will be assassinated at the expense of the country that surrendered to the Goblins, as Garland expected.

After his arrival in the Holy Kingdom, Garland heard the news of Ardur's death. That day, Garland did not move until it was dark with the west sky staring.

During the harsh winter of the fourth year of the Wang calendar, Yingjie Ardur Marinek of the Alliance of the Three Kingdoms died. The resistance of the Alliance of Three Kingdoms, which had smoked slightly with it, totally quelled the fire.

The breakdown of the jetty, which was holding up momentum, calls for a further offensive in Arlodena.

Even after Shumea's return to the west, the eastern conquest of Felduk, Zairduk and the mixed armies did not stop, and the country, which had only the power to prevent and stop it, was also the only eastern power, Artigand.