Struggling Hard As The Lord Of A Castle In A Different World

The party led by Alan stood in what appears to be the nesting hole of the Goblins.

The cave near the chopped cliff was slightly damp due to the waterfall beside it.

The Goblins' nest holes were famous for their filth, but they had never been tainted by their manure, their leftover carcasses, etc. because they had just moved into this cave.

"Goblins are basic nocturnal. The oak may be awake, but the oak sleeps irregularly, so it's hard to target the oak sleep. So now is the chance for the Goblins to be quiet."

Alan's right. It's daytime now, and there's no sign of anything moving out of the cave. Perhaps the Goblins are asleep.

"Ma'am, you wait at the entrance. Clouda, Pete, we'll take control of the inside."

Copy that.

Clouda of the Elf tribe and Pete of the Wizard snort.

"The three of us okay? I can use simple magic, too, and you can come in with me."

"No, not at all. It would be an adventurer's name break if it seemed to trick you to the extent of goblins and oaks. I'm going to kill them all and help you."

Hahaha and himself. Alan pulled out his long sword and went into the cave.

Freya won over worrying rather than relying on the way it looked.

I'm sure the goblin is nocturnal if her knowledge is correct, but naturally I hear she's setting up many traps vigilantly during the quiet days.

But it's a mixed unit with orcs, so maybe we're not trapped? I thought so, but that would be a hopeful observation. I was concerned about Alan and the others' carelessness.

There are two green shadows that watch the way it looks from the waterfall shadow.

They were goblin watchmen.

We caught a large number of holstauros and superb humans, and now the other goblins were not sleeping, and were in the middle of a ritual before the feast without even being excited.

Once this ritual is over, it is the beginning of a party between goblins and oaks. It's a feast that gives hell to what's caught that creates as much humiliation as it deserves.

Further sacrifices came to this feast.

The goblins look at Freya, who can see the fleshy goodness even from above the robe, and spill Jurli and Saliva from the edge of his mouth.

The more sacrifices of the feast, the better, the more beautiful it will be.

The adventurers who then appeared thought of turning them into meat chunks and offering them as meat to the god they worshipped, the Del Demon.

Freya had dropped off the back of the three men who had entered the cave and were out of hand.

A small nest hole would probably settle for an hour.

I can't hear anything coming from the cave after a few minutes. Sounds like a deeper hole than I thought.

At the same time, the lack of sound would have meant that there were no traps. I thought we were probably wary of fighting each other, and breathed a small, reassuring breath.

But at that moment the green arm, which had abruptly stretched from behind, presses Freya's mouth.

(Goblin!?

I tried to magically burn her to death, but my second goblin pulled Freia's robe with a force full of vertigo and pulled her body down.

"Yikes!

I got a little scream, but I can still use the magic. Freya went into the chant instantly, but Goblin forced a mouse carcass into her mouth to stop her from raising her voice.

In the gap where Freya was surprised, he tied up his arms and legs in a familiar motion and took Freya away from another entrance to the cave just behind the waterfall.

On the other hand, the goblins were ambushing in an open place at the deepest end of the cave when they received reports from a lookout goblin that three adventurers were breaking in.

Alan and the others, unaware of it, reached the bottom without the resistance of the goblins.

"Alan, give me that."

When Crowda pointed, there was a horde of holstauros and a figure of Chloe in the back of the open hall.

Everyone is uniformly shaking their heads beside each other.

That was my intention not to come here, but to go to those caught in a heroic mood without Alan noticing that he was chronically distracted.

"Are you all right? I'm relieved we're here."

"Alan, the goblins are gone. Pay attention."

"You'll be fine. Maybe he escaped knowing we were coming. If that's the case, you're pretty smart."

Alan walks into the hall laughing at Crowda's advice.

But as soon as he walked to the center to get closer to the women he had imprisoned, the ground suddenly fell and Alan's body fell.

That was a huge pitfall that Goblin dug.

It's a naive trap to such an extent that it's easy to spot as long as you're on guard, but Alan only saw the women in front of him, and that was exactly the result of the graffiti.

"Become!?

"Alan!"

Crowda and Pete rushed off, but suddenly a number of bright red eyes descended from the wall and ceiling.

When the two of them looked around, there were goblins hanging out on one side of the wall.

After a moment of backwardness, the two immediately realize that they fell into a trap.

overwhelmed by the number of goblins that cannot be ten or twenty.

Alan fell into the pit and was incapable of fighting, finding it impossible to cut off this number with a bow and a wizard.

"Pete, we're getting away!

Crowda's decision was quick and right.

"What, but the prisoner and Alan!

"Tell me all the prisoners were dead from the start! Alan thought this would happen one day!

Crowda lightly abandons his captives | his companions (Alan) and runs as hard as he can down the road he came from.

But the moment I tried to get through the entrance to the hall, a stick that suddenly came down hit Crowda's skull directly, lightly desperate.

"Hih..."

It was the waiting oaks that cracked Crowda's head open.

Three pig-faced giant oaks are blocking the entrance to the hall.

The orcs continued to beat the already desperate clouds with huge sticks in their hands, until they became chunks of meat that didn't know what it was.

Pete loses his hips and puts on his ass cake.

"Crowda, Pete, help me!

Alan, who fell into the pit, has yet to realize that Crowda is dead.

Pete retreats as he crawls on all fours with his twitching and impending goblins on his back.

"Huh, Fire Explosion!

Pete chants his magic as he gets torn and hits the fireballs on the goblins.

Two goblins fell into flames and died.

But such things are water in baking stones, and they cannot burn down nearly forty goblins.

"Fire Explosion! Fire Explosion! Fire Explosion!"

I burned three more bodies, but when they killed my buddy, an angry goblin stopped walking giddy and jumped at Pete all at once.

"Uh-oh! Stop it! Stop it!

When the goblins hold Pete's body down, they rarely stab Pete's belly in the face with a crude knife with a grin.

"Oh, oh, oh, my God, help me! Help me! Help me!

Prisoners and Alan hear Pete scream.

"What's up, Pete! What's going on!? Crowda! Answer me!

When Alan screams at the dim ceiling, a docha sound is made and the meat mass of what was Pete and what was Crowda is thrown into the pit.

Alan didn't know what it was at first, but if we take a closer look, we lose our hips realizing it was one of ours.

"Hih... K, Crowda! Pete!?"

Looking up again in surprise, countless goblins were there grinning down at Alan.

The face is uniform and delighted that the idiot has been trapped.

"You will not forgive me!

Under the pit Alan wields a long sword, but that also equates to a prank.

It was just an act to please the goblins.

When the Goblins take out the crude bow and arrow, they aim at Alan, who is under the pit like a target game, and release the arrow.

"You cowards!

One of the released arrows hits Alan's shoulder.

Then the goblins stopped attacking the arrows.

I wondered why he stopped attacking even though it wasn't otherwise fatal, but that's why I knew right away.

Alan lost all his strength and fell on his knees.

"Paralysis poison!

When Alan is paralyzed and unable to move, the goblins come down into the pit and tie a rope to Alan's body.

And the oak pulled up the rope.

"Gee gee gee"

"Gegge."

Goblins stepping on Alan's head, who can't move happily.

"Damn!

Alan burns in anger, but there's nothing he can do.

A girl in a robe is brought there in charge of the goblins.

That was Freya who was taken away earlier.

"Freya!

The rope that was bitten by Chloe's mouth screams loose. Freya and Alan are rolled into the same place as the other prisoners.

Freya's mouth was made to scratch human bones, not rats.

And when the goblins were ready, they knelt against the altar, which was made of stacks of stones that had been placed in the hall.

When the goblins in front of the altar wave up their hands, the other goblins put their heads on the ground.

Looks like we're in the middle of some sort of ritual.

"I'm sorry this happened."

Alan speaks to Freya, next door, looking at the goblins who continue the ritual with a bitter look.

Freya asks if she can move with her gaze without moving her mouth.

"I got paralysis poison and I can't move. Wouldn't I be able to handle it with your magic?

Freya turns her gaze to Chloe that she should be able to do it if she is released from paralysis.

Chloe also guessed it, nodding silently.

Fortunately, his sword has fallen nearby, and the leader of the goblin has figured it out. Probably the one at the top in front of that altar.

That Alan must have noticed, too.

Defeat the Goblin leader and they'll definitely be upset. You'll get away with it enough if you close that gap.

Besides, thanks to the retarded oak, they've already moved out of the entrance to the hall and nothing is likely to be an obstacle.

Some may get caught again, but if we can all escape, we can definitely go outside.

If Alan, Freya and Chloe can get out there, we can go get help.

Once the ritual is over, there will be no chance.

As Freya signaled with her gaze, Chloe chanted the magic of lifting Alan's paralysis.

The moment Alan's body glows pale and his paralysis disappears, Alan immediately cuts his rope with his sword.

A nearby goblin notices about it.

But Alan runs faster.

The goblin leader hasn't noticed yet.

I can! I can storm the leader! Freya was so sure. But...

"Sorry! Sorry!"

Alan screamed, abandoning them and walking through the hall alone, fleeing.

"What, hey!?

Alan ran to protect himself rather than help them.

Later left were mad oaks and goblins. And only those who remain captives.

Some goblins immediately go after Alan, and the rest of the goblins beat Freya and Chloe up and force them down.

Tearing apart their robes and clothes and exposing their big breasts, the angry goblins try to start humiliating them without waiting for the end of the ritual.

When the goblins show off their raging, crazy groins, Freya and Chloe lose their words.

The moment Goblin tries to jump on Freia, suddenly his green face is smashed with a stick and his brains are scattered around.

It was the oak that kept putting the stick down.

Oak smashes a few goblins swarming Freya and Chloe.

That naturally doesn't mean I'm protecting the two of you, it means I won't do it to you guys the most.

Now when the oak mirrors something incomparable with the goblin, the two faces distort into fear.

Two oaks lift the bodies of Freia and Chloe, respectively.

"No! Help!"

Just as warm and calm Chloe screams as well.

Freya would have cried if she hadn't been bit in the bone either.

Bite with the momentum of crushing the bones that are being made to crush.

The goblins who were around regret being sidelined with the greatest sacrifice, but soon assemble their prey into a switching holstaurus, shaping their teeth into large breasts.

"Oops!

When I thought I heard a missing hanging between them, the face of the oak that was grabbing Freya burned up and the oak fell in the back turning as it was.

"What?"

"Oops! Oops!"

Along with the voices I heard again. Now the oak that was grabbing Chloe and the oak that was assembling from behind on Holstaurus burned up.

And the king, who cannot stand in the hall, turns his face.