Chapter 310 – Tier 3 Trial Part 6.

‘They are susceptible to flames at least…’

Roland had decided to face the small army of Lumberlings that had replaced the Kindlings that were in the first trial. The only flames coming from these wooden puppets were the ones that he had fashioned himself. By foregoing the old strategy of placing mines everywhere and spending days crafting explosive arrows he was able to be a boss-level threat out on the field.

First of all, he saved a lot of time by not needing to bumble around the settlement and just staying in the throne chamber. There like a proper lord, he could give out orders by clicking the interactive menu while previously he even visited all the buildings to see what they were for. All the resources were now allocated and his city was growing just like before but with his spare time, he was able to gather more iron and actually prepare a better set of armor for himself.

Thanks to it he was able to blast the approaching enemies with a cone of flames that were quite potent. This battle allowed him to confirm one theory, the enemies didn’t really care that much about the base if he was out of it. The moment he went in front of the walls the enemy switched their tactic. Instead of trying to conquer the fort, they decided to kill the lord first.

These puppet soldiers were quite weak. The vast majority of them were on the levels of his own soldiers that were comparable to the level nine or ten monsters in the Albrook dungeon. Their approach also wasn’t different as they tried to swarm him from the front and this was the worst possible tactic against a magic user like him.

All of the attackers were blasted by aoe-type spells. Killing ten of the puppets at once was as easy as throwing a flame blast into their group. With the difference in stats, there was no way of them surviving the spreading magical flames. However, they still posed a threat, considering that his armor was only made of steel, the more he used the more the runes continued to deteriorate.

‘Fighting out on an open field is different than in a dungeon but… it isn’t necessarily more difficult.’

As a couple of arrows were bounced away by the magical shield that was around his body another group of around twenty soldiers attacked him from all sides. Before they could get to him, however, the earth under their feet started becoming soft. The sprint was interrupted by an area of effect that turned everything around him into a pool of mud. With them all being stuck he just needed to harden the ground back and blast away with a torrent of flames to finish them off.

This was one of the bonuses of fighting alone. He did not need to worry about hitting his own men, the archers behind the fort gave him some support as well. Roland just needed to point out with his hand to generate a magical blast, the tight-knit formations were a detriment to fighting him and it was impossible for them to get into close range. Fighting from outside was also not possible as his mana shield could not be pierced by the flimsy arrows shot by low-tier 2 archers.

Nevertheless, after getting rid of around a hundred of the wooden soldiers his armor started becoming undone. The metal that he made it from could not handle the constant use of spells and had burned right through it. Luckily to counter this effect he had one new very helpful skill.

Rapid Machine Reassembly was activated on the armor he was wearing. The holes that had been created by the magical symbols started to get filled back by more steel. For some reason, this skill worked not only on golems but also on runic armor like this. He had no idea how it created more steel out of nothing but it didn’t matter. With the armor mended back into its original state he could take care of the next batch of soldiers without much of a problem which only left their commander.

This time around there was no challenge as their leader just charged along with their troops at Roland. Perhaps if he had noticed the danger beforehand he could have offered a better fight but after suffering so many deaths the enemy troops’ morale was too low. It didn’t help that their leader wasn’t equipped with any magic-countering items. Even a simple mana shield necklace could have given him some options during the last confrontation.

“Huh, what is this? I don’t remember this part.”

The battle was won and he expected the enemy combatants to run with their tails between their legs. Instead of running, they started dropping their weapons and looking in his direction. It seemed if the enemy troops were overwhelmed they would just toss their weapons and give up. This wasn’t all however as they just remained there without moving.

‘Are they waiting for something? Could it be possible?’

An idea popped into his head after seeing the demoralized troops of the Lumberlings. This trial was similar to a strategy game and it could also have a diplomacy mechanic behind it. Perhaps it was possible to convert the units of the opposition to his own side. This happened in real life, after the enemy leaders were dealt with, a takeover took place. Some madmen did kill all opposition without taking any prisoners but usually, a lot of people would be spared and then used as a resource.

‘Think they are waiting for me to say something, what would a lord say in a time like this?’

Roland was aiming to become an Overlord but he had not really gone through any proper noble training. His manners weren’t all that refined as no one had bothered to teach him when he was young. A noble was supposed to lead people, even though that usually wasn’t true a proper one was supposed to be a leader. They needed to either inspire respect or engrain enough fear in people to force them to obey.

“Your leader is dead, surrender to me and I promise to spare your lives. If you try to run away, none of you will be spared, this I promise you!”

After picking up the large halberd that the enemy commander dropped he pointed at the enemy troops. When he raised his voice he could actually see the wooden soldiers trembling out of fright. Then after a moment, they started dropping down to their knees in defeat, no one actually dared to make a run for it. There were about thirty of them left on the battlefield, if they spread in all directions even Roland wouldn’t be able to get to all of them in time.

‘Huh?’

Roland noticed a new message pop up before him. By the looks of it, there was a possibility of turning the opposing soldiers into his own. The hidden requirements weren’t met though but this gave him a few tips toward them. First of all, the key element was the lack of morale and any leader unit present on the battlefield.

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‘This sounds about right, usually, soldiers would need to go through some kind of re-educating process or even get tortured to renounce their pledge to the old leader… wait, could there be an option for this?’

Previously he bunkered up in a fortress and didn’t really take into consideration that there were other choices to gain power. If it was possible to take over other settlements it wasn’t strange that he would gain their resources and the wooden people were also part of them. This could save him a lot of gold that he would need to spend on training soldiers but first he needed to go check back in his throne room for any new options that appeared. It wasn’t strange for options to be hidden in tests like this and it wouldn’t be strange if new ones appeared in the research building.

‘First I need to do something with these soldiers, I don’t think they’ll just wait out here and wait for me.’

The enemy soldiers were down on their knees and not moving. They were probably affected by something like a hidden leader’s aura. It would of course vanish the moment he removed himself from the battlefield and they could potentially start fleeing. Luckily there was one place where he could place these thirty soldiers.

“Good, gather up, if you don’t resist you will not be killed, this I promise you as the Lord. Soldiers, detain them and take them to our underground dungeon.”

He still had the ten leftover archers that didn’t leave the fort along with the other troops. Even though it was ten against thirty with Roland around, the enemy combatants would not dare to resist. The place came equipped with a small dungeon that had a few cells, it would be cramped for these thirty wooden puppets but it was a place they could be kept until he found a way of dealing with them.