Maro woke up at noon, after almost dying nothing was better than sleeping with two hot elf twins… but weebs will never understand that feeling.
They had to gun it to the Dwarf fortress, if they end up liberating one more place they would have to leave stuff behind, they didn't have enough carts to carry all the emaciated and wounded… A bunch of people still hadn't recovered from the prison break and now they took on another hundred hungry dwarves.
Maro refused to give up his wagon for the wounded, that was for the Trio and their women and their loot… and their booze. They were overflowing with valuable stuff, after liberating the mine, they got another couple months of food and a bunch barrels of shitty beer. They were net positive on alcohol accumulation somehow.
Maro looked at the two shortswords beside him, his loot… they were not made of any steel he was familiar with, they had a blueish tinge, which his Elf partners told him was Mithril. Blades made for a real warrior, he got rid of his daggers and sheathed the short swords.
Aside from that, the Goblin overseer didn't have much else on him except for some coins, which he threw into his chest.
Old man Kadrin made out like a bandit however, turns out it was a silver mine, hence all the guards and the imprisonment of the dwarves. He looted a full chest of silver bars that wished to go towards developing the ancient Dwarf fortress.
With the amount of silver and copper the group had looted they had enough to fund the budget of a small city for a month. It would go a long way to developing their own mini kingdom.
And with Gnarlo having tamed Rolf, they now had their heavy calvary and Gnarlo was declared the strongest Gnome to ever exist by his Gnomish colleagues… Let's say he was happy.
Maro still couldn't completely believe that Gnarlo had convinced Rolf that he was 100% his brain and that most trolls were missing theirs. He didn't think he would take his joke seriously… he expected Gnarlo to start a fire or something and then slip away with his ability. Maybe he deserved to get stabbed.
The majority of their forces now were dwarves…
Turns out the spitting was just Kadrin being disgusting and it wasn't common for dwarves to spit every 5 min.
Maro checked his stats, they were higher and he was level 9… Frankly he didn't care anymore about levels. What did being level 9 even mean, the deity never explained shit to him, meanwhile Kadrin and Gnarlo leveled at a fraction of a fraction of his pace. They were both still only level 1, even after everything.
But in this world, just unlocking a class puts you in the top 5%.
Maro had his breakfast beer then went to join Kadrin and Gnarlo quickly to discuss the future.
"You are the sole reason we aren't at the fortress yet you giant human shit stain" Kadrin said as he handed him another beer.
"I get it, I've been busy with the Elves and Gnarlo's been busy with his new Troll wife hahaha"
Gnarlo threw a rock at Maro's head which he caught and dropped.
"Lets get to business, how far away from the fortress are we for real, I promise to make good time going forward"
Kadrin replied "Two full days of travel"
Gnarlo looked at the noon sun… "lets start tomorrow, it's already mid day because of the sex addict… besides I need to fashion some sort of harness for Rolf… grabbing onto his fatfolds and giant warts is not the most pleasant thing to touch."
"Yeah you should make a harness for Jenny too so you can hold on, Short King" with that he ran away full speed as rocks and insults were being pelted at him from behind.
Finally safe, Maro went to test out his new swords in a clearing not far from the camp. His Warrior Legacy perk kind of ruined the fun for him, because he was already doing incredibly difficult maneuvers instinctually… Maro gave up on practice and succumbed to his thirst for alcohol and his elves.
On his way to his tent… he thought of something… what would happen if I use [War Cry] during sex with the elves. The Immediate boost in adrenaline could be repurposed…
He grabbed some picnic supplies, furs for the ground and the elves. Under the premise of a date he grabbed the ladies and took them quite a way so no one else could hear his war cry.
Valleria and Alleria were excited to go on a picnic, a bit relieved he didn't just want sex after all night, last night. They were worried they bonded to a sex maniac for a minute… not that they didn't enjoy it, they just wanted to be able to walk around one day a week without shaky legs.
Maro had taken them to a beautiful and secluded valley that was just lush with flowers, they laid the furs down by a small creek and started to eat, drink, and enjoy each other's company.
Valleria and Alleria looked at Maro, their hair shining pink in the sun and their emerald eyes glistening, they were happy for a peaceful moment together.
Meanwhile Maro was acting like a Weeb who was told he can go to his computer once he finished eating dinner. He scarfed down his food and inhaled his drink… he gave them a look.
They looked at each other and then all around them to make sure they were alone, when they looked back, Maro was already naked with Bloodrush active.
To them it was never not an impressive sight, he was tall, muscular, well endowed and he didn't judge them… as they started to undress Maro used [Warcry]... immediately adrenaline started pumping…
On the way back, it was Maro whose legs were weak this time. He was absolutely assaulted by the two women, he couldn't even keep up with [Bloodrush]. The Ladies were so dumbstruck by their most recent session that they forgot to heal Maro. He was covered in deep scratches and bite marks all over, he decided that warcry was only for special occasions.