Goblin Kingdom

Race: Goblin

Level: 15

Class: Lord; Horde Chief

Possessed Skills: Ruler of the Horde; Insurgent Will; Overpowering Howl; Swordsmanship B+; Insatiable Desire; King’s Soul; Ruler’s Wisdom I; Eyes of the Blue Snake; Dance at Death’s Border; Red Snake’s Eye; Magic Manipulation; Soul of a Crazed Warrior; Third Impact (The Third Chant); Instinct; Ruler’s Wisdom II;

Divine Protection: Goddess of the Underworld

Attributes: Darkness;

Suboridnate Beasts: Death High Kobold Hasu (Lv1) Gastra (Lv20) Cynthia (Lv20) Orc King Bui; (Lv36)

A giant axe as heavy as a rock swung.

That axe landed right in front of me as it crushed the ground.

“OOOU!”

Its hair was freely grown out. Its bulging muscles were like rocks. Its body was dyed in black. And that axe of it which swung with no regard for one’s limits was nothing short of terrifying. The bits of rocks that scattered from impact grazed by my skin.

After Kuzan led us to look for the ogres, we stumbled upon an ogre who was walking around the fortress. We attacked it first, but who would’ve thought it would be so fearsome.

Every single one of the goblins under me are rare-class. That’s more than enough power for a goblin to become a horde chief. But before this ogre, these rare classes are no more than newborns.

The two goblins who are relatively weaker at attacking, the Stealthy Gi Ji and the Beast Warrior Gi Gi, were completely helpless against the ogre. They couldn’t make even a dent against its skin, so they had no choice but to grit their teeth and watch from the sidelines.

Gi Go Amatsuki, on the other hand, was only lightly hurt. As a blessed of the Sword God, he is also influenced by him. The sharpness of his sword is unlike any other.

So, in a flash, he slipped through the legs of the ogre, and lopped off its toes. He used the entirety of its curved blade, just like a perfectly executed dance.

That entire performance was something that could only be attained after removing every unnecessary movement. The pinnacle of swordsmanship.

I was stupefied when I saw that, but in the end, Gi Go too could only distance himself from that towering mass that was hard as a rock. And when he looked at his sword, he clicked his tongue.

His sword could no longer be used. That was the result of trying to force his way through. The skin of the ogre was just too hard, so when a cutting object like a sword was forcefully used to cut it, the sword dulled. A result of his inexperience.

“…Stupid.”

Unsheathing his other sword, he entered the fray once more.

The four tribal chiefs were the ones controlling the situation.

“The arrow entangles!Fair Ring Arrow”

Princess Narsa of Ganra drew the Meteor BowByunei Bow. No arrow was drawn, only magic, out of which formed the shape of an arrow and shot out toward the ogre. It was an attack aimed at the feet, so the ogre didn’t care.

“Look here.”

The First ShooterGadieta, Gilmi, shot with unparalleled accuracy toward the ogre’s eye. That arrow came flying at almost the same time as Narsa’s arrow did. The ogre was forced to cover its eyes. It reacted just as an animal would, but Aluhaliha was already galloping toward it.

“My spear shall penetrate all creation! Lightning Lance”

The ancient words on the Curved Spear of the Snake Naga Lance shone as Aluhaliha kicked at the stomach of his beloved black tiger, Jirouou.

As Aluhaliha charged toward the ogre, Princess Narsa’s attack pierced through the feet of the ogre, bringing it down to its knees.

The rage of losing his eye coursed through Rashka as he smashed his dazzling black club against the ogre. The Choker of WrathVidol Amulet mercilessly bit down Rashka’s skin, and Rashka’s muscles swelled as much as it bore.

“Clad me in violence’s dignity!Ra Giliion”

That black light slammed directly onto the ogre’s head. At the same time, that black light executed the fundamentals of Slash, winding up a violent storm as it sent the ogre’s head flying.

The ferocity of that attack made even me shiver.

I was never hit when we were fighting, but if by chance even a single one of those landed, my whole upper half would’ve probably been blown away.

After losing its head the ogre’s body fell.

“Finally managed to take one down,” Rashka whispered.

Indeed. According to the beast warrior, Gi Gi, there’re four just in this area.

“Ogres don’t normally come in groups unless they have a leader,” Yellow said.

“Giant DemonOgre Lord,” Gi Za muttered.

Ogre Lord and its subordinate ogres. I don’t know how many there’re, but they’re undoubtedly my strongest enemy yet.

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At the sound of rustling iron, a sword nonchalantly swung against the prey in front, and the double-headed ostrich was cut cleanly in two.

“Piece of cake.”

10 adventurers were gathered just as Gulland had requested. There should have been more, but after picking out the members himself only 10 remained.

Of the 10 gathered, three are renowned even within the Blood Oath of the Flying SwallowSwallow Clan. The Herculean, Wyatt; the Wand of Destruction, Bellan; the Mage Killer, Mill. Then there’s Hawkeye Fick and an ageless adventurer known as the Divine Hand [simple_tooltip content=’Lit. Healing White Hands’](?)[/simple_tooltip]. Literally an all-star team.

Anyone who happened upon this group would be left wondering what fearsome evil they were about to face? But in truth, they gathered here merely for the sake of one girl.

It was through the information network of the guild that these people were able to gather here today from all over the world. And it is this very ability that sets adventurers apart from non-humans.

Humanity’s ability to organize itself is its greatest weapon. And neither elf nor goblin nor demihuman can hold a candle to it.

“3 kirols[simple_tooltip content=’apparently a fictional measurement of sort. I translated it before to km but I later found out that the spelling is intended. And yes, it should be their world’s equivalent to

km.’](?)[/simple_tooltip] to the right. Orcs.” Hawkeye said as he set off to explore.

“Fick, why don’t you spend your time looking for the saint instead of orcs?” Jested an old friend of his.

“Because there’s no point. Sleeping princesses always sleep at the deepest part of the forest, right?” Fick wryly smiled.

“It’s just a bunch of orcs but let’s treat ourselves to some fun, shall we?” Gulland said.

The ferocity of the forest’s denizens is embedded deep within every adventurer’s soul. That rings all the more true for they who have come to be called the best. Not one of them is free of it: The loss of a friend, the lost of a successor… Every single one of them has gone through that baptism.

And it is precisely because of that that Gulland doesn’t believe the saint could actually still be alive. As far as he’s concerned, a job like this is just a rare opportunity to let loose.

“Aren’t we going to look for the saint?” Asked the Magic Killer, Mill.

“Mage Killer, Mill Dora, of the Flying Swallow.” Gulland muttered.

There was a hint of threat in those words.

“Weren’t you listening? I said go hunt those orcs.”

“I was told the job would be to rescue the saint,” replied Mill, straight-faced, as the talons on her arms grazed against each other and her eyes narrowed, much like a bird about to dive for its prey. With her breath steady she was clearly ready to fight.

“An advance should’ve been paid.”

“I’m saying the mission is different.”

Gulland reached for that giant sword on his back.

“Hey, hey, either way, why don’t you two put down your arms first?” The herculean Wyatt nimbly slipped in between the two. That huge body of his with a shield on his back easily towered over them.

“Mill, you know it’s not like Gulland is saying we won’t be looking for the saint anymore. If a human lost his way in the forest, it’s only a given that monsters would be the most suspicious, right?”

Goblins, orcs, giant spider… There are many man-eating monsters lurking in the forest.

“So, it’s wisest to go for these guys first. You understand, right, Mill?”

Wyatt tried to explain, but Mill only snorted as she turned away.

“And you too, Gulland. Aren’t you a grown up? Not to mention you’re the client this time, so why don’t you try and be a bit more mature?”

“Don’t patronize me.” Gulland let go of his sword, and proceed to lead the way.

Seeing how the two reacted, Wyatt couldn’t help but chuckle to himself.

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Meanwhile, Gowen led his army of 400 and steadily cut down the forest to create a road.

Gradually, that small road grew bigger and bigger until it was finally big enough for humans to pass through.

Gowen used the saint as a pretense to expand his own territory. And he gathered all the riches he could from the land as he proceeded.

Although Gowen’s land was right next to the forest, plundering the forest’s riches is still a dangerous task. In order to safely plunder it, he must first expand his own territory.

Light shone through the forest.

Monsters fell one after another as a world of humans was slowly being built.

The ambitious Iron-Arm Knight is slowly walking down the path of conquest.

“Milord, there seem to be some kobolds 40 merils meters ahead.”

“Get rid of them if they get in the way. Kobolds can call other monsters, so… be careful.”

“Yes, Milord!”

As the young soldier heartily replied, Gowen looked toward the forest, his scheming gaze piercing deep into its darkness.

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Name: Gowen Ranid

Race: Human

Level: 90

Job: Saint Knight; Iron-Arm Knight; Feudal Lord

Possessed Skills: Axe Mastery B+; Swordsmanship B+; Spearmanship A-; Archery B+; Leadership A-; Unlimited xperience; Battle- Scarred Knight; Thousand Demon Slayer; Creator’s Blessing; Seeker of the Martial God; Martial Barrier

Divine Protection None

Name: Gulland Rifenin

Race: Human

Level: 88

Job Holy Knight; Storm Knight; Traveler Possessed Skills: Strong Arm; Swordsmanship A-; Charisma; Dare Devil; Frenzied Sword; Soul of a Crazed Warrior; Raging Greed; Hundred-Demon Slayer; Fire God's Blessing; Rebellious

Divine Protection: Fire God

Attributes: Flame; Blue Thunder (Great Equipment Sword)