Finally he and his swordsmen could rest a bit, they tried to clear as fast as they could to stop a 2 front war… but offense was a lot more tiring… 16 hours every day he and his 25 men would kill dozens of goblins each, every day for weeks. Maro would kill all the ones that unlocked classes but even his swordsmen could deal with the classes if they outnumbered them.
After all that fighting, only 2 of his swordsmen unlocked the warrior class…good enough to promote 2 lieutenants but man, it was tough for the local population to level up. He couldn't rely on that to get his army stronger.
The dwarves and gnomes technically didn't have it easier as the cave goblins would run assaults on mass at irregular intervals and hours, but they would come in force and break upon the shields of the dwarf line every time.
Their inability to organize their goblin archers and slings, just let all their projectiles bounce off the dwarf shields. The dwarves let the goblin bodies lay where they fell to act as an obstacle but those Goblins, hungry, would just steal the bodies to eat for themselves.
After that the Dwarves would set fire to the corpses where they lay. The Fire would act as a temporary deterrent so people could rest, get treatment and eat… Luckily they were on the first floor and had plenty of ventilation…
Maro had woken up from his one night off before he had to tackle clearing the floors underground. Still no action… Maro was never in such a bad mood his entire life… he had gotten used daily, multi hour, performance enhanced threesomes. He had never had more fun having sex and now he was an addict going cold turkey.
He grabbed three beers and brought them out to a campfire in the courtyard. There Kadrin and Gnarlo were already talking and drinking their own beer… Maro had brought three breakfast beers for himself, he needed it to take the blue ball edge off… mass murder and alcohol only did so much to relieve it.
Kadrin was outfitted in his new Heavy Plate, boy did these guys look amazing. The armor was ebony in colour with a silver trim with matching shields and spears. The plate armour was for regular guards posted on the upper floors, but it was more intricate than anything a master craftsmen could make in the cities. Truly a lost art… Beautiful and completely solid, all the dwarves were excited to lead the offensive down into the depths. Nothing the Goblins could throw at them would even scratch that armour.
"From the old shitty drunk innkeep to a dwarf warrior of legend, how does it feel?" Maro asked as he chugged his first beer.
"Haha, jokes aside. 300 years of life and only just now do I feel like I am living a life worth living…" Kadrin was solemn.
Gnarlo mocked him "come back to me when you get crowned the king of your race… I'm the only real royalty around"
"You ride the nuts of a giant troll, you stand one rank above Troll pubes" Maro teased.
Kadrin choked laughing on his beer and then spat on the floor.
Maro was a bad influence on them, the three of them had become certifiable alcoholics with 0 draw back. Healing spells refreshed the liver so no liver damage.
"Guys time to get serious… we have less than a week of drink left. How fast can we get that distillery up and running once we clear the floor" Concern was on Maro's face
"Depends if the equipment is damaged, if there are enough hops and barley within the surrounding area for beer or do we use our wheat supplies to make distilled Dwarf Water because there are no potatoes in the area that's for sure"
Gnarlo savoured the last drop of his beer "It seems like we'll have to go to a City to procure supplies regardless… not like we can start a farm here… the land outside the courtyard is really suitable for farming but crops would take months to grow"
"Gnarlo, Kadrin, do you guys know of anything we can use in the surrounding area to help out our problem?"
Gnarlo piped up interrupting Kadrin "Before I came to the logging camp, I was a trader for a good decade in the southeast portion of the kingdom… there is a famous vineyard that has supply contracts with a lot of the nobility across the kingdom, that I delivered for on occasion… It's human run and owned… technically we have enough silver to buy months of wine"
"Perfect, wine is healthy for you anyways, Gnarlo you take 20 swordsmen, as much silver as we need to buy around 3 months supply so we can use the time to get the Industrial brewery up and running" Maro ordered
"How dare you order the King of the Gnomes around, I will make Rolf eat you if you don't address me with respect" Gnarlo thundered with an air of authority
"Okay how about you take some time away from your troll, you have been smelling like Troll ass lately" Kadrin roared "And leave Rolf guarding the front gate, you will bring too much attention if he comes with you"
Gnarlo was sensitive about looking and smelling nice, he sniffed himself quickly and just headed out, throwing up obscene gestures towards the other two.
"Finally now that Captain Ballsack is gonna be gone for the week, let's get started on pushing the cave goblins back and securing the first basement. Within a week lets try to clear to the fifth basement level"
Maro wanted to stay as support this time around, so he could heal the minimal injuries the dwarves would get and then run back up at night to see Alleria and Valleria, enough was enough with the blue balls. All Maro planned to do was keep his Consecrated ground skill on, heal occasionally, use warcry and issue orders.