The Peerless Kobold (WN)

"Huh, Giggs Gardo!! (Huh, sound the alarm!!)"

"Guh, Valigia!! (Yes, Valli!!)"

Valli and Sword quickly confirm the details with the scouts as they rush over to the bronze canopy equipped with one of the goblins who was in the village square and give a glimpse of the beating.

In the meantime, the goblins, who heard the alarm, gather armed, and as the square is enveloped by a rushed atmosphere, the shouts of the brave brave braves of the little ghost clan who greyed out on their shallow black skin echo.

"Gaw, Legio Zexsu!! (You guys, wrap up with each team!!)"

The goblins, who were confused according to their voices, showed agile movement, and the Hound Cavalry gathered under the chief Valli, beside the four captains, including Brave and Sword, the Little Ghost Warriors.

"Rawasu, Giudect (sorry I'm a little late)"

Scratching his head, Brave apologized to Valli, who was taking care of him since he reached the ancient woods.

"Ghargia, Sisleu Ghurasrar

The dogs are coming from the southeast side. "

"Gigg, Gardias... (Hmm, I'll kick your ass...)"

Nodding at the invincibly laughing Brave, Valli flies his encouragement to his countrymen.

"Destagal Gear Girarru! Razgis rakse, fiaresssssssssss!!

(The dogs will be here soon! Number is our dominance, we have nothing to fear!!) "

"" "Gahhhhhh!!

The Goblins also understand that if they lose and lose control, the hounds will take over, although there is some upset about the news of the raid brought about by accident.

The demonic world is a weak predator… so they set their bellies and roared, looking at it with a satisfying look, Valli turned to the Guest General.

"Gildiselk Senogadoa! Diseredo, giggio!!

(I lead the cavalry and slap the sides! I'll take care of the rest, Lord Brave!!) "

"Gulleggio, Varigio

(Let's take it, Lord Valli) "

More than a dozen of the hunting cavalry then quit the square on Valli's back as he turned his heel towards the stables.

"Huh, giggy, giggy gadiah! Brave, let's go!"

"Gi, syslau zelgiasu! (Oh, intercept in the southeast woods!)"

While responding to his partner, Brave hung the order with a sword that remained in his sheath, leaving only 10 defensemen behind to intercept him...

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Silver-haired High Kobolt, who directs the main unit of the Kobolt Coalition, stops around a kilometer from the villages of the Goblins and feels the smell of their cluttered lives in their sense of smell.

"Quaffagaourua! woffgggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggg!!

(We'll form a formation on this spot! Front is us and Brau squads!!) "

"Wow, groan!! (Come on, you bastards!!)"

"" "Wow wow!!

I can't do that against Silva, who delivers instructions with her voice in a magical breeze. Blau moves away from the rear of the line to the head as he shouts out and inspires his people.

In response to that move, Silva gives way to the location by moving the troops sideways, while still skipping further directions to the middle of the line.

"Vagaruuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!!

(I'll leave both wings to the Hasta Squad, be wary of side attacks!!) "

"Arvo, Vaurgaoan, GruvaArwo

Shiro, I need a squad on the left flank, I'll turn right flank. "

"Volwoff."

He leads the three squads to Shilo, who belongs to his own unit, and Hasta leads the two squads to the left wing. In no time, Kobolt and the others form a three-day lunar formation from a moving formation.

Silva's sense of smell captures the smell of a large number of goblins as if to go with it, and her hearing also picks up noisy leaf rubbing sounds.

"Huh, gal!! (Huh, I'm coming!!)"

She observes the formation crumbling as goblins of various sizes and sizes emerge one after the other from between trees a little further away, increasing tension among her fellow countrymen.

(… as he expected, seems to be devoting part of the village's defense)

As a result, the number of Kobolt forces and Goblin forces was roughly balanced in the current situation.

Regardless if there is a splendid castle fortress, if not, the side with nothing to protect is advantageous... and Silva recalls what his young wise man was saying.

(But because the cavalry is coming...)

I don't know how to fall if I think about it that way.

In the first place, the watershed where wins and losses are determined in battle is 20-30% wear and tear, and generally the odds and disadvantages are determined when one of the casualties is killed or injured.

Since there are no winning sights after that but no drunkards who scatter their lives, it is normal to start retreating even at the risk of being pursued and taken individually... or else only destroy the entire clan party.

Fellows Low roaring and listening to the intimidating voices of the goblins Silva squeezes her attention and breathes heavily, raising the roar of the demon dog that inspires her fellow countrymen. Huh!

"Volfoaaaaaaan!! (take it down!)"

"Gaww, Gulleggio!! (Little Ghost Clan, show your bravery!!)"

A slight difference raises a magical roar from among the goblins, and the shouts of both sides open the edge of the battle.