To Deprive a Deprived Person

The time of night when darkness reigns - as if rejecting it, the light illuminates the darkness. It is not moonlight. Not the soft light emitted by the moon. It was a strong, red, swinging light source - a flame. One of the fortifications in the southeast of the Holy Land of Jardalk is on fire. You can easily imagine that black smoke was rising from everywhere towards the night sky and that something nasty had happened.

"Heh... inferior, Gob... every Lynn... Ki, I... et al, the Ninth Battalion... loses..."?

A battalion captain man who keeps Fort Faro had his chest pierced by one goblin. Horribly, it was not the sword or the spear that was piercing the man's chest, but the arm of the goblin - that is, the bare hand. Neither did the captain's man suffer a visible attack. He took a fist fight with a Damascus steel shield. But Goblin's fist pierced his shield, and he pierced his chest with every piece of armor.

"Gee gah. Are you sorry? Lose some goblins or something."

Goblins who solve humanities laugh.

"Ohh... Ohh"

"Gee gah. See, better luck"

Goblin twists his right shoulder. Then the shield made of Damascus steel and the right arm piercing the armor interlock to devour deeper into the man's chest.

"Kaha.................."

Every time his right arm spits in, the man spits blood out of his mouth. There is no power or strength left to resist a man.

"How long have you been playing? Let's get this over with."

Another goblin tells off as he turns his chilled gaze. What a goblin and other appearance, dressed in butler's clothing.

"Shit. Okay, okay."

Bandit-style goblins wrapped in fur sound boring and tongue-in-cheek. And the moment I put my strength in my right arm, the body of the captain's man dispersed. In massive splashes of blood, Goblin looks up at the moon floating in the night sky with joy.

Often only the sound of fire playing sounds.

There were countless bodies rolling around the perimeter of the two goblins. Incredibly, about five hundred soldiers defending Fort Faro were attacked by just two goblins.

"You didn't know anybody here either."

Goblins stained bright red with blood groan as they illuminate their faces with a burning flame.

"You've got a little trouble with this."

"From here on out, it's another country, isn't it? I came up with a good thing. Why don't we just go back and hit the bigger part?"

"You shouldn't get too well. Until now, things have been going well, but this is all I've rammed around. From now on, Jardalk won't shut up."

"That's good. If there's a clan that can take us down, I want to see you."

"Have you and I forgotten what happened as a result of our growth? If so, let me remind you."

"Wow, I know. It's not like I'm on track."

As the butler-style goblin turns a sharp gaze, the bandit-style goblin begins to make excuses as if in a hurry.

"If you know, it's fine. By the way, what can I do for you?

Deacon-style goblins speak to the darkness. Then, as seeping out of the darkness, a man wearing a robe appeared. Because of the black robe covered up to the head, I can't tell the difference between face and gender.

"Lost - Ohhh"

The man of the black robe could not speak up until the end. Because by the left fist of a bandit-style goblin, he was pierced through his abdomen.

Who is it? I can't talk about this. Gahhhhh!! "

And when the man of the black robe fell on his back, bleeding from his mouth, he would not rise again.

"Should I not have killed you?

"Goal, apparently that worry is worrying"

"Ah? Siln, what is that..."

Surprisingly bandit-style - a goblin, called a goal, followed Sirn's gaze, and someone stood on the outer wall of the fort. It is wrapped in the same black robe as earlier.

"You're not the same person I killed earlier, are you?

"I am the one who leads (...) -"

At the same time as the sound of Kakong, his head struck the night sky. As the goblin called Siln leaped against the outer wall, he kicked up the head of the black robe as it was. Instead of breaking his cervical spine, his head was severed a thousand times over his neck.

"Oh, whoa!?

Goal is surprised that Siln, who usually flatters himself, aggressively launched the attack himself, albeit unidentified.

"What the hell. If you can kill me, let me kill you."

Looking up at Siln, whose goal was above the outer wall, there was a man wearing countless black robes there.

"I am the Seeker, the Trial Giver."

"Non is the Seeker, the Seeker of Truth"

"I am the Messiah, the one who leads the astray"

"I am the observer, the one who sees the end of mankind."

One after the other, those wearing black robes talk to each other as they please.

"What are these guys, disgusting. You can kill him, right?

"Yes, kill him fully."

Goal and Shirn launch the attack. The men of the black robe are attacked without resistance, and every time, some part of their body blows to death. In just a few minutes, dozens of new bodies pile up at Fort Faro.

"Weak, too weak. Hey, Siln. These guys are too unresponsive."

Siln does not answer the call for goal, but rolls a black robe covering the body's face to confirm. He was a man's boy. When I check the next body again, this time the elf woman - Siln goes on to confirm. The corpses were found in men, women, children to the elderly, in a wide range of age groups as well as gender. No, it's not just age and gender. People, beasts, elves, dwarves, ghosts, and so on, are also of a wide variety of races.

"Were you still (...) just being manipulated"

"Hey, that's - what!

Goal and Shirn look back at the different signs that suddenly appeared.

"I'm not impressed with the murder of the people."

Since when have you been watching? There was a man standing in the building of the burning Fort Ferro. He was a man in a black robe, the same as all those who had slain him earlier. I can assure you it's a man from his voice. But it's hard to tell a man's age. Sounds like an adult man or an old man. It was a voice color that remembered odd impressions.

"This is where I've been hiding. Nice to meet you, we serve the king in the king, the king, Sirntiga, this is my other side, my name is Goldin. If you don't mind, may I ask your name?

Siln praises the unidentified opponent in an overly polite manner.

"I am the one who gives the test. He who guides humanity and inspires awareness. But at the same time, I am a bystander."

"Shit, it's this again. If the mutton had kept quiet, he'd have missed it."

The goal spits and walks toward the man in the black robe. Towards that back...

"Goal, do it in earnest (...)"

- Siln spoke up. It was unusual. Even if Sirn can score any goal he likes to slam, he says to fight aggressively - tell him to do it for real, too.

"You said!!

Originally, I'm not a good goalie at thinking hard things. Focus on fighting rather than thinking about the sincerity of Syln's words. A huge amount of fighting spills over from the entire body of the goal, along with temper ringing.

"I'm licking you because I'm a goblin."

At the next moment, the struggle concentrates as if absorbed into the body of the goal. The entire body of the goal then changes to golden.

"- It burns!!

Golden goblins - the fist punch unleashed by the goal strikes precisely through the chest of a black robe man as he chooses the earth. However, we do not know that the destruction caused by the shock wave released from the right arm of gold will remain. The building, still burning in the rear, was wiped out in one blow, and the outer walls surrounding Fort Ferro were further marked far ahead of its further back plain.

"Siln!!

When the goal called Siln's name - Siln's appearance had already jumped to float in the dark night. Its entire body is transformed into a silver body, swinging towards a space where there is nothing left leg of silver.

It's like a giant beast swung through a nail. A silver slash is carved into the space.

"What's going on?"

Goal squeaks as he looks up at the sky. There, at some point, a black robe man floated around as if nothing had happened.

"Are the attacks on the flesh, spirit, and any of them ineffective? You're a pain in the ass."

Siln, who landed on the ground without sound, lined up next to the goal.

"Serve the king, poor goblin. The searcher... the black accident is south."

That being said, the figure of the man in the black robe disappears to blend into the darkness.

"He ran away. What was that?

"Remnants of the diaspora."

"Is this a nation of people?

"Yep. Goal, do you know the name Kamrida Kingdom?

"I don't know. Mostly, I'm not interested in people's countries."

"Well, it's a country that perished before we were born. You don't have to know."

"What does that Camurida kingdom have to do with that black robe guy?

"The Kingdom of Cammrida was a country with no resources, no technology, nothing. This is a time when people are weaker than they are now. Those who live in the Kingdom of Camurida had already had miserable days. While other countries were also under threat from demons and other races, they could not afford to leave such a weak country. But there was only one country that reached out to such a miserable country."

"That's a lot of the country you like."

Goal was getting tired of talking about Siln longer than I thought.

"It is a small country that excelled in 'Necromancer Magic' and 'Alchemy' by the name of the Goat Kingdom. The Kingdom of Cammulida develops remarkably not only by improving the living base of the Kingdom of Cammulida, but also by communicating from the making of potions to magical techniques, which were considered to be the secret of our own country, and furthermore by working towards the nations"

"Then the Kingdom of Cammrida would have appreciated it."

"Pfft... Pfft"

Laughs out so that Syln can't enjoy it.

"What's wrong with you?"

"No, I didn't laugh at you.

To return, the Kingdom of Cammrida is not grateful or anything like that. Instead, he resented it the other way around. "

"Ha-ha-ha? Where's the resentment in this story?"

If you don't know why, the goal scratches your head.

"No matter how many Cammulidas were, they had a jealous, hateful nature to those who were more blessed than themselves. Until now, its nature had been directed towards its own people, but unfortunately, with the help of the Kingdom of Goat, it was destined for other countries."

"Such an idiot"

"How cute are we compared to people, such as the nature of our goblins?

This is what Camuridas started to think when they started to get richer. I could have helped sooner, but the other nations, starting with the Kingdom of Goat, didn't do it, and they were mocking themselves. Other countries have taken away the wealth that they were supposed to gain, the happiness. You won't believe it, but the Cammulidas really think so and move on to action. He bribes and distributes women to those in power in other countries, and sends those who breathe their breath into the heart of the country. "

Siln nearly laughed again, holding his mouth down gently with his hands.

"We talked as long as possible at important meetings and delayed decisions. Even when decisions were made, they did not steam back what should have been decided at the next meeting or bring up irrelevant topics to allow for smooth progress."

"I'm just upset to hear it."

"You're right. The Camuridas were good at pulling their legs - wielding malice. It gradually eroded the internal affairs and diplomacy of other countries by assigning important tasks to the incompetent, which do not matter to the competent. That's what I was good at."

"Okay. I guess that's what other countries found out and destroyed, huh?

"No. The cunning kingdom of Camurida had arranged to be around ready so that evil could be exposed. It must have been the work of the brave men of the beginning who perished"

"Oh, my God, it should have been. Don't you know what's at stake?"

"You don't seem to understand how amazing it is to know so much about a nation that was destroyed a long time ago."

Just out of the heart, Syln stares at the goal.

"Anyway, it was the doomed kingdom of Cammulida, but not all Cammulidas died. The remnants have dived into religious communities at times, and into countries that have excelled in magical guidance at times."

"After all, is that the remnant of the Camurida kingdom?"

"It's too frank a way to put it, but it fits roughly. He calls himself" The Wandering Savior, "" The Leader, "" The Side Spectator, "and so on, and he calls it a trial, and it's a piece of bad faith. When the king finds you, he orders you to kill him on the spot."

"Become!? Then why did I miss it!!

"Take it easy. The king went on to say:" Run when you feel like you're no match at all. "

"I can't beat a guy like that. And that bastard was like he knew who we were looking for, but he's not going south, is he?

"Do something stupid. You think I believe what a frigid like that says?

When an unconvincing goal tries to pack you don't care how Sirn says it - with a roar from the night sky, one giant freaky bird descends to the ground.

As Siln pulls through a bunch of paper more than the wooden barrel attached to the ankle of the weird bird, the weird bird hits once in a while and wings toward the dark night sky, just saying the service is over.

"Ko, this is haha"

"From who?

"It's from the king."

Neither Gore nor Sirn can hide their surprises in an immediate letter from the King. To the evidence, Siln's hand with the paper was trembling in small pieces. Nor does it look like the goal would fool around with that. It's awesome. So much so that the existence of a champion was an absolute thing between the two.

"Ha, what about the king?

"Live in the city of Cummer in the Kingdom of Oudon. It says," Bring the boy of the Yu Satou tribe. "

"Where is the country in Woodon?

"It's south of here (...)"

"South? That was earlier -"

"We only obey"

"I know."

"That's not all. Until they get their hands on us from the land of the people, don't attack us here..."

"Ha? Why not? In Jardalk, you can do whatever you want."

"Even if you're dissatisfied with the King's decision?

- That can't be happening.

"Great. Then let's go."

That said, the two goblins proceeded toward the kingdom of Oudon.

Same time of day.

In all the plains of the territory of the Kingdom of Mandogoa, the war between the immortal mercenary regiment and the coalition was finally coming to an end for months.

"Grandpa, it's like over there ~"

"Hmm."

There were two shadows in the night sky.

Flying through the sky with the help of the Spirit of the Wind, it is Azelotte and Dorum.

"Meri, are you still alive?

"I don't think he's that easy to screw."

The two skip off to the sprawling battlefield of the war, tapping lightly.