The current situation across the Human and Demi Human lands was a confusingly tense one.

  The situation was so odd, yet so alarmingly serious that it even bled into the day to day lives of the common folk.

  There was almost literally a deep sense of unease that hung in the air across the continent.

  It clung to the people like the way an infant would cling to its mother.

  Much like the Demi-Human lands, the Human lands were a mixture of multiple countries and factions.

  They weren’t all necessarily in an alliance of any kind, but if the Demi-Humans had attacked in full force for some reason, then all of them would move to defend the interests of Humans.

  Needless to say, there were always things happening in the light and far more things happening in the dark.

  For example, a plot that was years in the making.

  One that was being carefully crafted by the faction of purists who had come to power in the last few decades.

  Headed by a Duke of the Verdant Kingdom, they believed that Demi-Humans had no place among them.

  That they should not share any relevant seats of power with them.

  They were beneath them and should only he recognized as nothing more than slaves.

  Of course this was not a new ideology by any means, and it took years of fighting for the Demi-Humans to finally gain the respect they deserved.

  Though, that was mainly because they banded together and grew stronger through battle and demanded respect through blood that allowed it to happen.

  The Demi-Human alliance, while far fewer in number than those of the Human nations combined, were not weak.

  Not in the slightest.

  Yet time and fate would always allow someone with far less competence than not only their counterparts but even their ancestors to gain power and influence.

  That was simply the way of the world.

  As long as one’s line existed for decent amount of time, eventually someone would rise to power in that line that would besmirch the name of those before them.

  Something the Duke was now doing.

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  Though in his mind, he was not besmirching anyone’s name. In fact he felt as if he was doing something his Ancestors would praise him for.

  Now besmirching their name wasn’t necessarily tied to his views regarding Demi-Humans.

  People could believe whatever it is they wanted to believe.

  The main problem instead lay with the fact he was sparking up a war that ravage the Continent and reap the lives of people who were none the wiser when it came to the reason for the tension.

  A war that would have no winner.

  Yet the Duke considered all such talk as hubris.

  He would have his war, and then he would have his slaves.

  And for all intents and purposes it seemed as if the plans he so meticulously put in place were finally going to come to fruition.

  Until news that shook the major nations of the continent spread.

  A Goblin King.

  A Goblin King had once again been born into the world.

  It was something that was inevitable of course.

  Goblins as a race required a Monarch to flourish.

  Despite there being no direct ties to Royalty among the Goblins, the laws of the world itself would aways dictate that there be at least one Royal amongst them.

  There was no changing that.

  As long as Goblins existed, then a Royal would eventually exist once more.

  Now while it was already a major issue to learn of the existence of the Goblin King, that piece of news couldn’t compare to the next piece of information that reached the ears of only the upper echelon of each power.

  The Goblin King was of the Sixth Tier, he was protected by at least 6 Tier Seven Goblins.

  That shook the leaders of the Humans Lands and the Demi-Human Lands all the same.

  Tier Seven.

  It wasn’t a Tier that one could reach in s short period of time. It was respected, and in some nations, one’s like Dalor, it was the peak of the nation’s power.

  In countries like Verdan, or the Elven Nation Rick once visited, then their power extended beyond the 7th Tier and reached the 8th.

  Yet they were all worried.

  It was then all of them were reminded of the 6000 Knights who departed from the Verdan Kingdom recently.

  When it was thought they were deployed to the borders of another nation, it was a shock to find out that they were heading north.

  Into the wild lands.

  And now news of a Goblin King had just surfaced, alongside news of Tier Seven Goblins.

  Yet, the 6000 Knights had yet to return.

  And it wouldn’t take a genius to understand that they would never return.

  6000 of the finest Knights of the Verdan Kingdom.

  A number that included three Tier Seven Knight Commanders.

  If those same 6000 Knights marched into Dalor, the county would either be destroyed or become a vassal state in under a week.

  That type of fighting force wasn’t just supposed to be destroyed in a blink of an eye with not even a single squad being able to make it back to the Verdan Kingdom.

  Even if they simply ran into a stronger force, and lost convincedly, it would be hard to completely wipe out a group of that strength unless….unless the enemy they faced was so far more powerful than they them that it left no room for mercy or escape.

  That thought was unfathomable in the minds of the nations of the continent.

  A force of Goblins so strong, so powerful, and so merciless, that 6000 Knights all lost their lives.

  All talks of any type of race war were put to bed.

  There will be no Humans vs Demi-Humans war. At least not today.

  Instead, all relevant parties were called upon to attend an impromptu summit of leaders. Whether it be Humans or Demi-Humans, if you were the ruler of a powerful nation, then you were called upon to attend this summit.

  Some like the Duke abhorred the thought of this, but this time he had no power to play a part.

  And people with his line of thinking didn’t just exist among Humans. There were Demi-Humans who held very similar views when it came to how they saw the Human race.

  Either way…Goblins were now public enemy number 1.