4.
A great warrior continues to win.
A better warrior surrenders neatly to defeat when defeated.
- I lost.
Muscles were quite a warrior.
- I am confident that I will not be pushed from the total amount of error, but the juxtaposition dealing with error is as different as heaven and earth. Ugh. I think I've handled the error too simply so far.
“Don't blame yourself. ”
I stroked Ubrica's head.
“I didn't wake him up by myself, I was handed over to the teachers. No matter how talented an individual may be, it's difficult to dominate the history of the Gateway. There's a thousand years of history behind me. ”
- Keketruecker.
"Hmm."
- Daddy.
“I don't want you to. Can you call me Father? My identity is shaken because I'm called Dad by a big guy like you. ”
- Okay, Abby.
“Er... I just added one extra gratuity, and you're a total dick. No, if you have to call me that, call me whatever you want... ”
- Abby, I have a question. Why is he on top of my head?
“Because you're huge. Ubrica. Anyone who sees a giant like you would want to go up there. People have an innate need for climbing impulses. It's very difficult for me to resist this impulse. ”
- Is there such an impulse?
Ubrica nods. Shake, shake. I was riding on this child's head and naturally experienced weightless Viking rides.
This is fun.
“Now that you've lost to me, take my advice. Of course, after you hear it, you decide whether or not to do what I say. Let me know if you have a better idea. ”
- Ugor.
“Forcing peace negotiations will not end chaos in the world. ”
I scratched Ubrica's head.
“We need to make reasonable arrangements for the parties. The other five factions, as well as the mountain tribes, should take some advantage. ”
- What do you think we can do for them?
“It's simple. Just leave what you're thinking behind. Think of each faction's position. Then there's the answer. ”
I told you.
“The Sanwa will welcome peace negotiations. We can escape the peril of destruction. But the solution to [eliminate the source of conflict by destroying Slimepolis] is hard to accept. Why do you think that is? ”
- Because it's sacred?
“Tsk, tsk. If the Slimepolis is destroyed, they won't have a city to live in. ”
I punched a bean in the forehead of Ubrica.
“It's good to overcome the crisis of destruction, but it's unsettling not to have a guaranteed future. In other words, if you somehow relieve this anxiety, the Sanwa will be okay with negotiating peace. ”
- New city, new residence.
“Come. It must hurt to destroy the shrine. Devastate [so no one can have] anything you say. I have an emotional point to make. ”
- Understood.
Ubrica nods at the head Viking.
- If we establish a new settlement and settle down, we promise to protect the Sanwa people. If you buy a settlement close to the five factions, you will feel unsafe, so I will guide you as far away as possible.
“That's it. That's it. The mountain tribes are skilled, aren't they? On the condition that you get a few more skills. That should ease the dissatisfaction of the Designated Warriors you lead.
- Is that so?
“Specifically, it's going to fucking go down. ”
- I just lost my head, but I'm starting to feel different...
It won't go away completely, though.
However, within the designated tribe, the law of the Gangjazone is strong. I will follow the doctor of Ubrica, the supreme patriarch and number one in the council. There's a magic word, like, "If you have a complaint, come and get it."
“Ubrica. I have every intention of stopping an entire race from being destroyed. But if you want to live ignorantly, you should not be ignorant. It was a good idea to roll your head so hard. ”
- Um, Abby. What do the other races need?
“I just told you. ”
I laughed.
“Think about it from their point of view. ”
5.
- I'll even help you if you think you're doomed!
Full moon night.
Eventually, the allies and Sanwa came to the meeting. Everyone didn't look so good. I was a little closer to being ‘dragged out’ than just ‘out’. Unfortunately, there were not many troops that could withstand the red beam of muscle pigs.
Beneath the tent where the chiefs of each faction gathered, the chairman of Ubrica declared defeat.
The Sanwa Empire, which boasted the greatest film since the Primitive Forest burned down. There is no eternal prosperity. The Allied forces are strong now, but none of you will ever retreat. It's the world we can't help.
-.......
- The defeated will be enslaved by the victorious. The enslaved will repeat their humiliation six hundred years ago, and the possessed will repeat the mistakes the mountain tribes have suffered for the last six hundred years. What a pity! Either way, it's going to start, and eventually it's going to be full of fucking noise!
Ubrica expressed her deepest regret. In other words, you opened your mouth, revealed your fangs, frowned tightly, and twisted your nose.
When the strongest Hobgoblin ever made that face, there were not many attitudes that the people around him could take.
- Mm-hmm.
The vampire said cautiously.
- So you're going to help us later, like you're helping the Sanwa?
- Yes, when you're in a crisis. I, Ubrica, promise in the name of Chairman of the Peace Council. Feel free to ask any questions you have.
- Excuse me, but is there any guarantee that this promise will continue indefinitely?
-Nothing.
- I'm sorry, but this story...
Ubrica grabs the ax sack. Twitch. Representatives groan like frightened deer.
- No, we can build it now.
- I'm sorry?
- Wait here.
He slowly approached the designated warriors. There are many warriors gathered around the Tent.
- Hear me, Councillors! From now on, I will enter into peace negotiations in the name of the council. If any of these factions are in danger of being destroyed, we will help them.
Warriors stare at each other.
One of them opened his mouth, looking a little tough.
- Do as you please, Chairman.
- This promise is still valid after I die.
How could you do that?
- Because from now on, you will swear [My grandchildren will never break the promise I made]. If you break the promise you made to me, your offspring will become your offspring.
- What if you don't want to swear?
- Beat me.
- Fuck.
A well-fed warrior raises his spear as he struggles.
- I'm against the agenda! My name is Murk. He is the son of Ketugker and Runnon the Great Warrior Gorgir, the 49th Warrior of the Peace Council, and the honorable brother of Murmu after battling in this war!
He put an ax on his shoulder.
- Nice muscle, I'll beat you to death.
A well-fed warrior was smoothly beaten.
- Guuweek!
The fisting of Ubrica entered the abdomen, and the warrior exhibited the rice he had eaten today in a hostile manner to the world.
The exhibition is called [Two Fish & A Little Chicken]. It was made with dilute gastric fluid and thick maggots.
The designated peers who had come to see the great works of art were moved.
- You're still so ignorantly strong...
- What does that chairman usually eat?
- A two-digit sequence flying in a single shot. That's ridiculous.
- I think I'm stronger than before...?
- I think this agenda is great, Chairman! The Chairman is an honor and a blessing to our race! All hail the chairman!
- Who was that?
- Dirty little prick.
- Get rid of the liver!
Since then, several warriors have joined the Agenda duel. It was ranked 100th and 6th. However, none of the warriors were able to draw axes from Ubrica. They all fell out in one punch.
When the number of gently struck warriors reached 33, the stipulators were finally united up and down, singing in one voice.
- Fuck...
- Damn it...
Ubrica puts down her axe and folds her arms.
What are you so weak for? I'm sorry I hit you because you're too weak. Apologies, ladies, and gentlemen, before I become more sorry, please agree to this agenda.
A great warrior continues to win. A better warrior surrenders neatly to defeat when defeated. In that sense, the designators were great warriors.
- I agree.
- I'm with you, Wuger.
- Scream for those who oppose.
It was quiet.
All around the camp, campfires blaze silently. All the members of the council voted in favor of the fighters on the battlefield.
Ubrica looks around and nods.
I declare as chairman of the Fire and Lecture that the agenda [help one of the six factions in the event of a crisis] has been unanimously passed. Those who shout for support, those who are silent to the contrary, and their descendants, cannot resist this agenda. All of you, swear by the holy earth.
Ubrica hit the ground three times with an ax sack.
Bang, bang! Bang!
Designated warriors, too, silently pick up their weapons and strike the ground three times.
- Mmm-hmm.
Ubrica sits back down in the hall beneath the tent.
The representatives of the six factions stare blankly at Ubrica.
Ubrica folds her arms and looks at the representatives.
- Made a guarantee that our promises would continue indefinitely.
-.......
- Any more questions?
-.......
The vampire bows politely.
I don't have any more questions.
One lowers his head and the other raises his head. He was a representative of the aristocrats. The doppelganger with a single horn on his forehead made a cruel face to see what he didn't like.
- Hey, fungus. You're so strong!
- Stronger than your father.
- Son of a bitch?
We're not assholes. Ketugger borrowed the body of a lion and came down. Therefore, we are the children of lions, and the son of a bitch will belong to the Sanwa tribe there. I'm disappointed you don't know basic racial common sense. Hurry up and claim to be a lion cub.
- Huh? Sir, anyway!
The nobles draw their swords.
We dragged the expedition all the way out here, pouring the grain the people worked so hard for! Now, when I hear you say, "Back off, I'll stop this crisis later," huh? What about the hells and eggs that have already been blown into thin air?
- What do you want to do?
- Make it count!
- We're not a very wealthy race. I think it's a virtue to earn money that day and eat that day. I don't want to make it up to you.
- Then I can't negotiate!
- Ugor, I hope not.
The chairman of Ubrica stroked his chin.
- You must be really worried about something.
- I'm sorry?
- The problem is that you have spent a tremendous amount of money and have returned without any results. The lords and fugitives who tore you apart will complain, and they may rebel beyond the mark. As a result, you lose power. If you're unlucky, you'll lose your head. Isn't that what you're worried about?
Ubrica recited what I had told her in her dream in a reasonable way. After an unexpected comment, the nobleman's representative, uh, was embarrassed. - No, it's...
- Just once. If there's a rebellion in your country, I'll take care of it myself.
-.......
- I don't think this is an agenda. I walk alone. Even with a single body, an axe, and twelve spears, the rebels are strong. How about this? Will you join us in destroying the Holy Land?
Ubrica bares her fangs.
- But if you still need an excuse, come on. If you say you lost the duel, you'll make excuses for your nobles.
- Son of a bitch.
The noble leader raises his sword, blushing his face.
It's a duel! If you think I'm gonna let you down, it's a big mistake!
- If you think I won't let you do this, it's a mistake. I'll take good care of you.
A noble delegation was adequately obtained. The one-horn bends to show the right angle, and the nose breaks open to open the right angles. A few teeth fell off, and his appearance was also appropriate. The aristocratic representative, who became moderate, groaned (this was also the right angle), backwards in the hole of the ground.
- Son of a bitch...
Ubrica smiles gladly.
- You're a warrior now!
If you put someone upside down in a hole in the ground in front of you, you'll have less to say.
That night, seven factions' representatives signed a peace treaty.