49 49. Western kingdom.txt (1/2)

To the west of the continent is the Kingdom of Alto.

It is the second largest country on the continent in terms of land area after the Empire, and the oldest in terms of history.

Perhaps because of this, the people of the kingdom tend to be proud and have a hard time getting along with people from other countries.

Anton, the garrison commander of the citadel in the western part of the kingdom, is a proud royal citizen.

However, he also has a sense of responsibility, and he works hard today.

The duties of the kingdom's garrison commander were many, but one of them was to train his men in the training grounds.

When he had beaten about ten men with his sword until they couldn't stand up, one of his subordinates rushed in, out of breath, and reported to him in a panic.

'Captain Anton, one ogre and a dozen or so goblins have appeared!

”Goblins and ogres are in league with each other?

Anton rolled his green eyes at the unusual report.

But he was not so stubborn as to deny it without a head start.

'Yes, a merchant from the south in a carriage has been attacked and his guards have been killed. We need to exterminate them as soon as possible!

It's all right. I'm going in.

Anton makes a quick decision.

'Twenty would be enough for that. But I'm going to put a scout ahead of you to see if there's anything else wrong.

Yes!

Hearing the captain's orders, Denrei runs out.

A garrison should be able to safely win at least a one-on-one battle against the goblins, but Anton makes a more solid decision.

Forty minutes passed before they got ready and set out, but no one cared.

'I'll leave you in charge of staying,'

Anton said this to the same thirty-year-old second-in-command who had come to see him off as he mounted his horse, and then commanded his men on horseback.

'Ride out!'

They leave the west gate and head to where they were reported.

Then they encountered a goblin and an ogre who had just finished eating a horse that they had apparently killed.

There was nothing unusual about it, but the soldiers and the horses they rode in were frightened.

'It's no use. We'll get down and fight.'

When the soldiers dismounted, the horses would run away.

The soldiers didn't mind too much, as they had been trained to come back if you called for them.

More of a problem would be the ogres and goblins.

When they see Anton and the others, they stand up with their clubs and short swords in their hands.

It was obvious to everyone that they were ready to kill the newly emerged humans.

'I'll take care of the ogre!　You guys take care of the goblins!

As soon as Anton gave the order, he drew his sword and pounced on the ogre.

The ogre grinned and caught Anton's sword with his spiked black club.

'What?'

He froze for a moment in surprise.

The fact that a mere ogre would stop his sword is something that has never happened before.

The ogre takes advantage of the opportunity to swing the club with all his might.

It is hopeless for a human to defeat an ogre in a simple power match.

Anton is a muscular man who weighs seventy kilos, and although he is lightly armed, he is also equipped with metal armor.

Even so, he could easily be blown more than five meters away.

He stood up swiftly, his expression twisted with anger and humiliation.

''The Ogre-like .......''

It was the voices of his men that made him regain his composure.

''Captain, these guys are strong!　It's like they're not just goblins!

Anton, who was upset by someone's shout, looked over and saw the sight of the goblins playing a good game with his men.

(Ba, silly ...... kingdom's defenders are about as goblins ...... no way?)