Goblin Kingdom

As the Kingdom of the Black Sun (Arlodena) confronted the Iron Nation of Elpha with all the strength of the East Expeditionary Army, the Holy Empire Artigand of the Eastern Powers decided to reinforce the Feilong Knights of the Tiger Son.

Even at your previous meeting, without any minor confusion, the military branch shook its head very vertically at the suggestion of the "brave men", as did the civilians.

And even in the nobles who should be present at the previous meeting, they will follow the suggestions of the brave men. The figure of the formerly great power, the most proud and pungent of the human nations, was as if it had lurked the ringing.

Reinforcements to Elpha, who organized the 100 Knights of the Feilongs in a formation called Squadron, departed as early as three days after your meeting. It was only a teenage girl who led them off to cheer.

As well as sending reinforcements to Elpha and buying time, Artigand breaks off the army's renovation.

Goblin's freshly built Arlodena was probably the largest Army state on earth as it stands. To counter it, the brave men who brought in the concept of “air force” thought it was not enough as it was.

The main force of the Artigand is the private soldiers whose subjects are nobles and the National Army under the direct authority of the King.

Even when combined with the armies of the National Army and nobility, the ground army is precisely to the extent of more than 10,000. And the chain of command seemed to fall apart. This makes it painful to fight even the small nations of Elpha and others directly from the front.

Therefore, he aggressively directed the aristocratic private soldiers towards Elpha reinforcements.

While taking the form of a king's order, there was a firm stance to force the troops to leave. Regardless, some nobles disagreed. Amongst other things, Borderline Bermud Red and others, who rarely face the court, are strongly opposed to the King's remoteness, but somehow die the day after he expresses his opposition.

Continuing on, a couple of other nobles skeptical of troop departures were on the steps of a suspicious death, and the voices against troop departures were noticeably deafening.

The nobles serving in the court were enthusiastic, and the nobles ruling the border were driven by fear to send private soldiers as elpha reinforcements for everyone.

"Brave man, the reinforcements are now about 5,000 in size. Almost all of the nobles' private soldiers."

A woman speaks from behind a young man, with her emerald hair cut around her shoulders.

What they look down at is the Royal Castle watchtower. Spreading beneath his eyes was a city that had continued to expand with history.

Her dark hair shakes and her tinted eyes capture her. That alone seemed to lead to a sweet paralysis on her spine.

"Right."

Looking down from a brave man about two heads taller than average, she was dyeing her cheeks and leaning down.

"But what can you do? Indeed, in order to be unified in the chain of command of the army, private soldiers are in the way. But still, force is force."

To a brilliant expression, the brave man with a smile was listening to the words of the woman in front of her talented eyes.

"You know what? If it's a force, it's still there."

Once again, the brave man looks down under his eyes.

While sparing the gaze distracted from himself, he looks down under his eyes attracted by curiosity. If I followed the tip of the brave finger, I was pointing to a group of tents outside downtown.

"The refugees? But..."

"I have time. Please."

I could touch her shoulder. That was all, it seemed like a fire coming out of her cheek. Respond small with an incredible mosquito chirping voice from her regular.

"You're sweet."

There are those who speak to the brave men on their way down from the watchtower to their rooms.

"Really?

"Yes, if you will, they will fall right at your feet."

She was a brave lady with dark hair stretched to her waist. She was laughing as she walked behind the brave, having finished beauty, even though she wasn't supposed to be over the middle of her teens yet.

"Misha, Charlotte, Rafa, they're all good kids."

The squadron leader who led the Flying Dragon Knights, the current female officer, and the knight's son who went to Elpha the other day as a messenger. To the brave man who mentioned those names, the brunette girl pointing her mouth in dissatisfaction.

"I don't remember the names of all the elephants."

"You're in trouble. I'm counting on you too."

Stop the leg you were walking on, the brave man reaches out and strokes her head still as a girl.

"Good, do it well. I'm a little wild."

"... as you wish, brave man"

Then for ten days the brave disappeared neglectfully from the king's capital of Artigand.

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Reinforcements from artigands sent out intermittently had caused delays in the Elpha attack on the Goblin side. I thought I had completely besieged Elpha, the Iron Country, and suddenly felt like reinforcements gushing out on the back of the Goblin side.

Small countries under Artigand influence had also decided to support military materiel and send reinforcements. While sending out refugees, the small countries that still maintained their forces were in a role that threatened the back of the Arlodena side trying to surround Elfa.

And it's the Navy.

The artigand, which swallowed the marine state Yama, had succeeded in getting the only shipping country on almost the continent as it was. The loading of supplies starting with the purchase of supplies from archipelagic countries and providing assistance to Elfa can also be effortlessly carried out by using neighbouring countries.

Puel was re-recognizing whether the brave thought of Elfa as a shield for time buying had begun at the time he swallowed the marine state Yama.

The opposing goblin side didn't hold hands either.

Gi Gar Larks reaches out for the offensive against the surrounding countries that send reinforcements to the Iron Country Elpha. Gi Gur's Tiger Beast and Spear Army (Alan Sign), which has reached out along the Northern Limit Mountains, turned its spear tip south.

The way forward is told with fear, literally ravaging the armies of the neighbouring countries.

On the other hand, it was Gi Gu Verbena who was responsible for the attack of the Iron Country Elfa itself.

Gi Gu's rampage, led by an army of axes and swords (Felduk), blew fire near the border between Elpha and the Alliance of the Three Kingdoms. Pushing one Heavy Knights and their auxiliary Light Knights, who were deployed on the border in one battle, to a state of devastation, further advances and eats through the border.

"Don't condone anything that defies you! Slip our Axe of Terror on them enough to make them unwilling to resist!

When you fly to all of Felduk's armies, you march to Elpha's country without difficulty, taking the lead yourself.

Elfa was sent to reinforce the Feilong Knights, but they initially missaw the way it operated. Speaking of Elpha's Heavy Knights, he is known for his bravery that rings in the neighborhood.

It was because, for one thing, it had created a heavy knighthood that could easily move while covering its entire body with armor by means of a full-body armor consisting of abundant iron resources, and a proprietary method combining water iron and rock iron.

They were confident in the strength of that Knights, as was a girl named Misha who initially led the Flying Dragon Knights. But Feldukh crushed that confidence to pieces of wood dust with all their lives.

The meeting, which naturally thought the Elpha Heavy Knights would win if hit directly from the front, not only devastated the Knights due to the overwhelming Felduk offense, but also drove them to destruction without even being able to afford to escape the aided Light Knights.

Misha, squadron leader of the Feilong Knights, who was thorough reconnaissance, notified Elpha and his home country Artigand of the results. Send a report that it is devastating if fought directly from the front in private soldiers of nobility in your own country.

Artigand sent private soldiers in spite of that report, but Elfa, who received the report, had to make a major shift in the way he fought.

It is a guerrilla battle using mountainous areas. The terrain of the originally mountainous elfa and the food supplies supplied from the sea. And the pits dug all the way to dig the mine supported their guerrilla warfare.

It was still Rasdil, the young Legion leader, who forcefully pushed for the withdrawal from the humiliating border for the Heavy Knights and the construction of a fort in the front of the King's capital. Convince the other Legion Leaders to assemble the remaining three Heavy Knights and one Light Knights around the temporary King's Capital and take a thorough anti-war setup.

At the same time, they mobilized two Light Knights to attack the Arlodena supply line.

Come here. Felduk's advance had to be dull.

Elfa had set up a tunnel for the loading of supplies using mountainous areas with its southern neighbours, and as long as it had it, it seemed impossible to cut off support from Artigand.

The pits that dig up the iron resources glance countlessly into the mountainous areas, and it is impossible for the Goblins to cover all of their labyrinthine pits. Also, in pits that are only large enough for one person to finally get through, the damage will be enormous with how goblins.

The strength of Felduk's goblins was only due to the good collaboration and the command and control of Gi Goo Verbena when led by the higher-ranking goblins. The enemies are men with iron weapons. No matter how light the Knights are, there are protective gear with iron weapons at the stronghold. More to that, Elpha's soldiers, who had survived surrounding the Quartet by their enemies, were used to fighting.

The struggle was a must, no matter how much goblins had better physical abilities than humans if they fought one-on-one. And how bad the place is. In Elfa's history, the matter of aggression from neighbouring countries was also always contemplated. For this reason, the Knights were trained to use pits, which, in turn, were even an unknown battlefield for the Goblins.

The home of the Goblins, the "Fort of the Abyss”, does have a vast area underground, but it was always the earthly world that was conceived as a battlefield for the Goblins after the birth of the King of Goblins.

Therefore, they cannot help but be confused by the battle of the pits.

A flock of brilliant pine lights.

A small space where you can't afford to wield a thoughtless weapon.

The difficulty of cooperating without even two goblins lining up at the same time.

They all tormented the Goblin soldiers of the largest Army nation on the continent.

At night it did work, even with goblins with sharp claw teeth, but as long as we fought underground, the battle situation was like a fifth of a minute. Knowing his army's unfavourable situation, Gi Gu dealt with it in a way that blocked the entrance to the pit from one end, but it was bad for them because at some point when they left, the Light Knights would show up and open the entrance to the pit.

I was here and had to decide that Felduk's battlefield had fallen into an adhesive state.

Meanwhile, the army of double-headed beasts and axes (Zairduk), which continue to march south, and the mixed armies were pointing their way towards each other's small countries in the south. It was Villain de Zulu, an allied military fighter, who nursed that it was here that caused the Ferduk struggle in Gi Gou Verbena.

The young Toshio of the Papal State of Bradinia, along with his commanding arm, which is regarded as tenacious and calm, was also highly recognized by the Goblins for his talent.

Even from Gi Zu Luo, led by Thousand Ghost Soldiers (Southern Olga), and Gi Zu Youb, led by the army (Legiol), in the opinion of Villan, who was set to gain immense trust, they were attacking a small country in the South that they thought would provide support to the Iron Country Elfa.

"Let's slit their throats"

Villain's command, led by a soldier of pagan origin known as "| Ready for Red”, is more geared to defense than to offense. But he was at the heart of the offense in the form of a successful conversion of it.

There was always his army at the tide of the war, supporting the Mixed Army offense well while successfully defeating the enemies that would attack him once and for all. Soldiers from the kingdom of Searad, belonging to the kingdom, also had to go to war desperately.

The kingdom of Searad, a nation surrounded by Arlodena, had to feel with its skin that it would also be cooked, depending on the mood of the king of Goblin. I don't know what you surrendered for when you loosened your hand in offense here and your country was doomed.

They had to be desperate to survive the country.

It was just then that the king of Goblin began his parental enlistment.

In the early spring of the fifth year of the Wang calendar, it was led by the Kingsguard Horse Riders and the 3,000 recruits who had moved far from the fortress in the western abyss. Before the soldiers dressed in brand new armor and shields, the king of Goblin proclaimed the Great Sword in the sky as it spanned the back of his beloved horse "push”.

"My lord. Now we stand in the crossroads. The champion of our continent deserves it or not!

The goblins glanced unexpectedly at the wind pressure that shook down the sword.

"My lord. Our step forward is proof of that! I'm not going back! Together, let us show our credentials to our enemies!

Moments, explosive cheers rise from Goblin recruits.

Their king, whom they see for the first time, was a king so great that he could not be compared. Raise your voice as you fill your chest with that.

"O king, O king! Our king!

The tip of the swinging spear, the sound of the shield being struck, blended together to fill the spot. My lord, whenever I am called upon, pride fills their breasts.

The 3500 soldiers, led by the king of Goblin, set out eastward.

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Humans, north from the centre of the continent where goblins are assigned. Beyond the Northern Ridge Mountains, which separates the largest population of goblins from the human area of activity, and further north, it was a snowfield on one side. Follow the Warcraft Flying Dragon, and the sight of the brave gains the height of the sky. Looking down from the sky's sight, its earth is a silver world with white makeup.

One dragon flies in that sky, where even the exhaling breath of a flying dragon freezes. Even under Dragon King Grimmmore, its wind dragon, which falls into the category of ancient ginseng, looked down further above the flying of the flying dragon, from high altitude, into its own realm, into acceleration at once.

"Little..."

The brave can't fail to notice its immense mass approaching from overhead at super high speeds. But when he stood up gently on the flying dragon, he pulled out the sword on his hips.

Carved in the mouth is a brutal grin.

The brave man laughed, engraving a dangerous grin that would find unbridled joy in hauling the weak. Much overhead, intercepts the huge mass of wind dragons approaching from the direction of Rodu's torso, almost directly in front of him.

By the power of his own improved slave collar, Fei Long changes the direction in which he flies as he wishes. Swirl toward overhead, unlike the imminent masses. Make it an inequality in body length, and you can't fail to see wind dragons accelerating rapidly by nearly ten times, flashing.

"... a mosquito dragonfly."

The slaughter is so sharp that Wind Dragon himself missaw if the instant silver light rushed.

He had slapped the wind dragon in the neck with just one blow.

It's not a good crash.

Now plummeting a flying dragon that swirled overhead, chasing it to a wind dragon that crashes desperately, chopping itself into eight pieces. As it falls, if you let them touch the mouth of the tool bag at the waist one by one, the remains are easily drawn into the tool bag.

"... oops"

It was at the same time that Fei Long crashed to the ground as he put the remains of Fei Long in a tool bag. Shortly before Fei Long crashed to the ground, the brave toolbag floating up and landing on the ground remained unchanged in shape, even though he had more gigantic things than himself, and fits into his waist.

Without a hint of emotion for his breathless own flying dragon, the brave man advances his feet.

"Now, shall I lower the hammer to an inferior creature who can't speak for himself?"

Licking his lower lip with a pepper, the brave man walked off with his bloody long sword hanging.

A few minutes later, the brave men had arrived at the top of the high mountain.

A mountainous area that was further unplugged from the mountainous area, which is an unprecedented area. In that realm that floats above the cloud sea, man does not enter even the winged species that dull the sky.

The top of the mountain range, which made them and bears the name of Famille and God of Dreams. The moment the brave man stepped into the cave as it was held in its nostalgia, he heard a roar full of anger.

Once told from the age of mythology, the king of the sky. The Golden Dragon Grimmmore was furious.

But still, the brave man never stops walking with a smile.

In its hands is a long sword that buried a total of 400 and 98 dragons.

The grin that engraves on his mouth makes him even disastrous and just looks at the prey to hunt. The eye belonged to that of the hunter, the hunter who did not miss the prey in front of him and was about to put him to rest.

"You've come a long way without running away. Don't be such a dick!

A brave man who never stops walking enters the cave and goes further before Grimmmore, who shines a golden dragon scale.

"You didn't get away well. I'd call that courageous behavior… but it's stupid."

The brave man, mocking back at the dragon's fury, flaunts his shoulder.

"My family's resentment, let me remind you!

"Don't make me laugh. But how many of the families of the old gods, and how many of their families, have they known to die? I'd rather be honored to help. [M] Besides, you think you can beat this old god's family?

Wave the bloody sword and fly the bloody paste.

"Redeem for that growth, death!

A shooting ball appears on the front of the Grimmmore, along with a heaven-piercing rage. Expanding any further in the narrow cave could have caused a downfall and buried alive. It was not Grimmmore who would die to that extent, but the desire to lay down his own hands prevailed over the resentment enemies in front of him who had still killed his own family.

"An old disaster that knows no man's power. Know our righteousness!

A flame running through a narrow cave, devouring the air, from one shot ball to three strips. Altogether, as many as six flames crawl around the cave.

But that doesn't end Grimmmore's offense. Instantly assembling a compositional formula makes the shooting ball autonomous and attacks the brave man independently of his will. At the same time, Grimmmore, with his own claw teeth, comes forward to rip off the brave man's body.

Enemies with huge masses are already a threat in themselves.

It is only natural to be crushed and restricted in range of travel, before Grimmmore there is an infinite rampage of angry fireworks raging around the cave.

But the brave laugh.

This degree is within the assumed range. Hunt a beast named Dragon King.

"World, be there for me!"

Wrapped around a long sword is a golden magic vegetable.

"Protect our Lord!"

Protecting your body is a purple flame wall.

A step forward is even faster than a person can reach.

The blow to be carried out had reached the realm of divine shooting.

Slash and lay down a rampant, crazy, ultra-high pitch flame under one blow. More impending flames of the two or three Articles are also continually torn apart, and the magic itself is fogged.

Rip the compositional state of affairs that make up the magic of the flames and the brave come forward.

"Little shit!

Grimmmore flies dirt and rocks by waving his right nail fang. The rock touched by the Dragon King's claw teeth changes to a sharp spear tip to approach the brave, and the earth strikes itself as the rubble of shells.

No matter how you cleave the compositional formula, you can't cleave things that aren't magically knitted. Grimmmore's attack, which he judged so far in an instant, was shooting straight.

Avoid flying rock spears and dirt shells and gradually pack the distance.

"I won't even leave the coal out!

Grimmmore spins the next great magic as he unleashes successive rock and earth attacks.

─ ─ Born and Burning Star (Volcano)

A huge magic formation suddenly rises ahead of Grimmmore, and the flames that blow up from the bottom of the earth revolve around it. In a flash, it absorbed the surrounding oxygen and swelled in circles. That was now waiting for the time to be unleashed with slowness.

That blow, as if it had made the eruption of the volcano magical as it were, naturally leaves no charcoal to be consumed if hit. On the contrary, if you were a normal person, you would suffer severe burns just by coming close, and if you wanted to touch it, it was just a magic that instantly evaporated the moisture in your body.

"─ Red Flame (Prominence)"

But with the words of the brave man released from his right hand is the great magic that goes further up.

In response to Grimmmore unleashing enough magic to destroy a single city, the brave unleashed magic to destroy a nation. Flames and flames collide, eliminating a place to go and causing a pair of extinctions. It was the brave men who took action before each other's magic, which was converted into intense light and disappeared, could subside.

When I put my hand in the tool bag, I throw it over the sky. And the moment I saw it, Grimmmore's movements were slight but stopped.

And the brave didn't miss that gap.

Enter the Dragon King's pocket by sewing a magical gap that becomes an intense light and extinguishes. Within between the claw teeth of Grimmmore. But it was also in the midst of a brave man's long sword.

With anger, a glimmer of bravery enters Grimmmore's neck muscle faster than a glimpse of his arm as he tries to wave his claw fangs down.

Running silver wire.

The line ran slowly on the golden dragon scale, and the dragon blood overflowing from it was silver.

"All of us... humans, you"

Thoughtless words at the end, the neck of Dragon King Grimmmore fell.

The body of a dragon king that sounds ground and collapses. Looking down at it, the brave look back. There, a still young dying dragon was half-baked, who had fallen. A brave man approaches the weakly ringing young dragon child and looks down at it with a gaze that doesn't even let him feel the temperature or other fine dust.

"... if you've got Dragon King's body, well, you don't have to."

Flash the long sword that slashed the Dragon King.

I snap a young dragon's neck.

"You're not needed in my world."

On that day, the dragon, which had been confined far north, was wiped out.