The group of dark elves discussed the matter three days and three nights.

Because there was no clapping and it was too serious a project.

The food I was given is sufficient, and although my health cannot be said to be at full speed, I am recovering roughly.

Its contents, which were also sparingly debated while sleeping, so as to consume health from the returned end, are naturally 'Be or not a king's people'.

who fed them. It is written and present in the inheritance of naming the king of ruin.

It is true that they were standing in distress, but there was naturally anxiety as to whether it would be okay for them to snort at Hoi Hoi and his words and become a people.

And they are not the hundreds of kings they have served.

Old Mortar tells us that eventually the king of the end will destroy the world and return everything to nothing.

Its power is immense, and it is impossible to resist in a person's body.

Perhaps once the covenant is made, it will be his possession at the level of the soul.

The ultimate choice, where liberation by death does not even exist, involves most members of the tribe and are asked for their opinions. It is foolish to put it in a group and what it is adults, not even those who have reached some age are the exception.

Even a freshly remembered toddler is forced to make a decision, and the only one who doesn't participate in the discussion is a baby who sleeps on her mother's chest.

As a result, at the end of a lengthy discussion, it was unanimously decided to be under the King's command.

They didn't have much later.

How much better it would be to be able to survive even if you fell into an evil existence than to sit here and wait for death.

Above all, I never forgot that mercy that filled their bellies.

Whether it was a wicked being or an end-of-life king bringing about ruin, it was not a glimmer compared to the magnitude of the benevolence they received.

Eventually, everyone was wrapped up in the feeling that they had unloaded their shoulders by completing a critical choice.

At the same time, I was feeling something convinced that the rest of my life would be completely different.

………

……

The decision that could be described as fate for them was two days ago.

And it was today that the result would be engraved into its soul.

Soon a king will come to their camp.

We should have gone ourselves, but it was decided that the king himself would come by Atu's suggestion of annoyance to the boulders, even if a group of as many as 500 people had come.

The area is resting on unusual air. Though no one speaks up, there are signs of a mixture of anxiety, anticipation, and fear.

Dark Elves just wait for the time to come with everyone on their knees to the ground and their heads deeply bowed.

It's an old Mortar decision not to buy the king's disapproval, and sometimes it's better not to look.

Eventually, the twig will sound broken several times, and two footsteps will come to them.

"All of you, the king has sent you."

Old Mortar said a word, and eventually two shadows appeared more than in the back of the forest.

Though cautioned by the chief and warrior chief that he should not "look directly at the king," some young dark elves look up softly losing interest.

At the same time, they regretted their own actions for the fear of attacking their entire bodies.

It was pitch-black darkness.

Something in the shape of a person is there. Like an anomaly has occurred in the world, like a black stain is created without being able to purify the distortion stored in the storage.

Something was there with creeps that the words couldn't describe.

The very existence they now worship as kings was the embodiment of ruin.

A weak-minded man leaks a hippy little scream and is elbowed by his neighbor.

The toddler... is either a survival instinct, or he pushes his voice to kill him and buries his face in his mother's chest.

Those of the group who are supposed to know the martial arts are trembling without hiding their rattles and fright.

Even they, faithfully defending the life of the chief, are in such condition.

The young man ahead has already incontinence, and some of them have even passed out by blowing bubbles out of his mouth.

I have no idea what you're thinking.

That was all Ira-Tact saw from them.

It's just that they decided.

the kingdom that the king of ruin will make, to be his people.

When you define this place as your new home at the end of the vagrancy and go through the former new life of asylum (hiccups) due to the presence of pitch black.

Atu, the king's subordinate, exchanges words with Old Mortar one word or two, and receives some explanation.

Eventually, the king was urged by old Mortar, and he nodded small at the girl who followed him next to him as he sat on a slightly disdressed throne made in haste just for this time.

"Here, then, I accept a group of your dark elves as immigrants to my country, Minoghura. My king Ira-Takt. May I?

The girl declares.

The sounding voice is a well-understood voice, though not so loud.

Eventually he nodded again to his voice, and the king was satisfied,

Nice to meet you.

and responded.

In a moment, words from the king enter from their ears into their bodies, stroking their souls with chills that seem to freeze as soon as possible.

"Congratulations. You are already a people of Minoghura. All happiness and tranquillity will be promised in the name of the great king Ira-Takt."

The caged declaration of unseen power by Atu ends and at the same time some strained air loosens.

She was also somewhat nervous herself, flailing her face.

And Sin - and a quiet time came by the odd.

"Let it be, warrior chief. Is this the end of the ritual?

"Uhm. It's probably over, but you haven't made any moves - what should I do?

Heritage-loving woman Emr sneaks up on Gear, her own captain.

There was no sense that we had become a people of Minoghura - that is, an evil being - without any experience of such ritual manipulation.

So, what's the matter?

The King and his subordinate Atu, who look forward, also seem to have no particular movement, something to think about.

Should I stay like this a little longer? Can I get you something to say?

My legs are starting to hurt a little.

It was that moment when such a variety of ideas swirled into a group of dark elves that became a new people, including Emr.

Dokun and his heart rattled, and there was intolerable anger in their breasts.

It's a hatred for everything that lives and lives. Above all, it is a grassy and boiling abomination of all of it that persecuted them, hurt them and grinned that they were worthless beings.

Now, if the king commands you to do it, you will gladly be able to kill everything that is alive.

Anger you have never experienced inflicts strong pain on them with confusion.

At the same time, emotions powerful enough to scratch away the boiling hatred wrapped them.

Earlier thoughts, which dominated the chest like a flooded Great River torrent, were like a creek spiral compared to its emotions.

The mild emotions were coming from a certain place.

Their gaze pours into one point. Being there was their king Ira-Takt, who brings ruin.

"Are you okay?"

Here we are, and finally they understand the truth with their souls.

The king was worried about them. that I also gave them food because of my heartfelt sympathy for their condition, and that it was a gratuitous mercy with no backing whatsoever.

That from the beginning the king had no intention of even dew to harm them.

That I still guide and watch them hold their breasts and endure the changes in their souls.

That fact gave them the pleasure of being sheltered for the first time.

It is an infinite relief to visit from deep darkness.

The joy that the great king of ruin sees himself.

The certainty that all enemies will fall before the king and expose the corpse.

The infinite joy that at the end of misery and tragedy we were finally able to get a place to return.

Every emotion swirls into a storm within them, and eventually it is reborn into insane calories.

That was fanaticism. At the same time he was just as loyal as he deserved the great grace they received.

They Dark Elves were reborn from this moment on and transformed into an evil Minoghura people.

"Hooray! Long live the great king, Lady Ira-Takt!

One of the most impressed young men raises his hand and screams out loud. He's a pitiful man who was incontinent earlier.

But now he just has a whirlpool of pride and emotion.

Excitement soon infects neighbors, and eventually the entire population is engulfed in an avid vortex.

Gear, the warrior chief, and even old Mortar, the chief, uttered words of gratitude and tears.

Atu, who stands beside him, doesn't just say that it's natural, he's nodding satisfactorily.

Loyalty is offered to the king. The fanaticism gathers to the king.

Even the great king of ruin, who receives them all, naturally,

"Ooh."

and leaked an exclamation.

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The state was established by the participation of the people.

Praise Mynogura under the great leader!

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[Minogula] State

Attribute: Evil

Selectable Leaders: 'Unnamed Evil God', 'Sludge Atu', 'Isla, Queen of All Worms'

Orientation: End of Life Orientation, Erosion Orientation, Home Affairs Orientation

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~ The kingdom of the unnamed God, bringing ruin ~

The origin of Mynogura is uncertain.

It is said that the world existed in this world more than before it was born, unlike Arlos, the god of good

It was created by an unknown evil god whose name is said to come from this dimension.

Nature as a nation is a powerful aptitude for all kinds of evil attributes and its breeding power is increased.

You can play the game more advantageously by tilting the world's trends to evil, but at the beginning of the

Ri needs attention very late.

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