The Peerless Kobold (WN)

"Gygggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggg!!

(What do you mean... why is the snake being killed!!) "

Smashed in the face, Brave looks down at his fellow rolling on the ground.

Originally, Goblin is a demon not that strong, a creature dull to the death of his companions because of high mortality in the race hands, but he can't seem to say enough to say so in a herd led by Brave.

"............... Gil, gaggy? (……… snake, what happened?)"

Long skinny Goblin Swordman picks up his iron helmet rolling to the side of the silent giant goblin and strokes him only once so that he remains.

"Gigu, Gerea... (No survival...)"

Goblin Warlock whines as he looks around, pointing near the center of the square.

"Gavaaguille giweggius, gigigirlulus......

(The earthly attribute magically sealed my legs, then I seem to have killed...) "

There is the carcass of a compatriot who was torn in the chest with a blade while his lower body was skewered into the earthen mass fangs and drilled with a penetrating weapon into his head... there are also multiple stab wounds on the snake's leg, but it would be due to the earthen mass fangs.

Brave, the brave man of the Little Ghost clan who carried the Great Sword, meditates for a while and sums up the current state of his losses regarding this raid.

Twelve were killed in the battle against the first cats. Plus, thirteen of the snakes left in the village were wiped out, five of the detachments that ambushed them, one team that hadn't returned... should we think they'd already been killed, dammit!)

A gaze containing anger turns to Guillaume and the cat men women caught and detained.

Among them were those of age who should still be the girl who leaves her young.

"Ugh..."

"Hih!

"Ugh..."

(Getting this bitch pregnant takes time to get her back to her original number... this raid doesn't fit, it's a failure)

Above all, it hurts my hand to have a superior species among my lost companions, including snakes, and a significant reduction in my fighting power is inevitable. Even so, there are now more than fifty strong allies. It does not change that we are suffering a wear and tear that should be considered for immediate withdrawal.

"Gaa gaa gi igil?" Have you seen the cats too sweetly? "

"Gigi, gaa kuai (Brave, we should leave here)"

After looking around as well, the thoughtful Swordsman Sword of the Little Ghost clan comes up with a suggestion.

(Again, at the time of retreat... but not immediately)

The base of the Goblins is a forest cave that walked about a full day east of here. Originally, the little ones were rolling through the woods in search of prey, and it was only recently that they began to focus their activities around the place.

Yesterday we went wild in a place a little distance from the cat man village and moved from there to start the raid after noon, so now it's time for another hour or two before the sun sets.

Besides, fatigue accumulates from movement and raids. If we started retreating now, the formula is huge for cats to be ambushed into the dark at night with fatigue.

(... the cat guys have good nights)

The same reason I avoided a night raid in this raid. The situation of night is unfavourable because some nights with the little ghosts are advantageous, but not as good as the cats.

If so, I can't say that the choice of a forced retreat under the moon, or camping in the dark of the woods, is smart.

Even if there is some danger, it should be quickly withdrawn after burning fire in this settlement with a good view and spending the night restoring strength and strength, as initially planned.

"Geed, gangggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggg......

(Sword, everyone's tired, and the darkness of the night is in their favor...) "

"Gah, Gasgius? (So, camp here?)"

Brave nods at the inquiry, skipping instructions to his fellow magician rock is gathering.

"Quadu goa oz gigigi ru!

(Search the house in pairs!

"" "Guh!! (Answer!)" "

When the goblins, who responded to the instructions, spoke to their nearby companions and made a dozen pairs of four, they scattered them around the houses of the village of Luqua, vigilantly checking inside.

Some houses were locked, but that beats it down with a handax and steps in. At the same time, food, water, alcohol, and tools, including preserved food, will be checked to see if cats are lurking inside.

After a short period of time, reports of no one lurking beneath the brave leading the herd were delivered along with numerous loots.

"Gyu...... (Right...)"

"... gi, girg gagga gille zuzestra?

(... hey, leave the snakes like this?) "

Though the culture is not anchored in the goblins because there are very few flocks who have a habit of mourning their compatriots, the Sword asks just how uncomfortable it is to spend the night abandoning the remains of their friends.

"Guagileus Gilles (Send Me Out With My Flame)"

"... Gear (... please)"

The bodies of the goblins rolling everywhere in the village of Luqua are collected in one place, towards which the rocks wand.

"Gah, Gillewsuck."

Smoke rises up in the sunset sky with the burning smell of flesh as the scepter burns the body of his companion. Watching the smoke, Brave performed a temporary silent prayer.

The principle of action is certainly goblin, a brave that is impelled by instincts to attack and devour other creatures, but in one corner of its mind there is labor against its fellow human beings. Given that, he must be a "brave man” of the Little Ghost Clan.

Under his command, the goblins were to spend the night in this village divided into a break squad and a night police squad.