It took Maro a couple days of rest and healing to wake up.
When he woke up, he felt amazing… He had been sacrificing sleep to partake in his night time shenanigans. And a couple days of coma sleep made him feel a lot better.
He sat up and looked around… Alleria and Valleria were not there… in fact no one was.
"Too stupid to die, I see" Gnarlo surprised him
"God fucking damnit it Gnarlo, wear a god damn bell on your head or something" Maro almost had a heart attack.
HAHAHA Gnarlo was laughing and then he threw a wineskin at him, "here, you're probably thirsty"
Maro gulped and gulped till the wineskin was done… Ahhhh that hit the spot.
"Thank you Captain…"
"Shut it" Gnarlo threw another wineskin at him… it worked it shut Maro up.
"How'd everything go downstairs" he asked
"We work so much better when you aren't there… 2 weeks with you to get to sub level 5… we got to sub level 16 in the couple days you were out."
"How, we were going so slow, what changed"
"You being almost dead changed it, your last warcry immediately cause a rout… the rout did not stop and we kept chasing them until a couple hours ago. Turns out your spear line strategy was too conservative… The Dwarves took no damage in their fancy armour… they just went all out with their axes…"
Maro raised his eyebrows in surprise
"In fact we have a bunch of class unlocks, a couple more gnomes got the rogue class… couple more humans and dwarves unlocked their warrior class… we have a pretty strong group now… in fact some of the same ratios of Class unlock as some of the royal units in the capital. Heck the dwarves are better armoured than the personal guards of the stewards…"
"Cool" Maro replied as he sipped on the second wine sack.
He was actually most excited that they had more gnome Rogues… they could scout and spy anywhere they pleased now.
Maro got out of the bed… he was completely naked.
Gnarlo, having no mercy swung a third wine sack straight into his nuts and sprinted away.
"Fucking piece of sneaky troll shit…. Commander Ass eater of the Trolls"
Maro grabbed some clothes set aside for him, found his twin swords and took the remaining wine skins with him and stepped outside.
Everyone was happy to see him walking around, some people even cried trying to touch him, people were thanking him for everything he did. It was nice to be appreciated, in his past life everything he did was classified and most people looked upon his career with disdain.
Maro parted the crowd and got to work, he checked in on Valleria and Alleria, snuck in a quickie and then made the long trek down 16 flights of giant stone staircases.
On the 16th floor, as soon as they saw him, they cheered out loud. They chanted his name and raised him in the air. Kadrin presented him with the heads of 12 Hobgoblin classes, including the two mages they encountered.
Wow were his boys strong now, 10 elite class kills without his help… he was impressed. And only 1 death amongst his men… a bunch of casualties but nothing Alleria and Valleria couldn't heal.
Maro wanted to stop the descent down, regroup and recruit or liberate more camps to fill out the forces in the fortress so they were not spread thin…If there was an attack upstairs now, it would take a while for news to reach them and a couple more hours for them to get up there.
He knew though the dwarves would never give up cleansing their ancestral home of all goblin filth… There were at least a couple more floors to clear out and that wasn't including any of the underground mines that went on for who knows how long.
"Kadrin… we're stretched thin and short on men… if we were attacked upstairs right now we wouldn't be able to help for hours…"
Kadrin nodded but looked uncomfortable…
"Don't worry, you and your dwarves are in complete charge… I will leave the gnomes with you as well… I plan on taking the swordsmen and Gnarlo to find a place to liberate"
"Let me stop you right there, the province bordering us up north is really into gladiatorial sports, they have an arena that matches the splendor of anything the Capital might have… Its where disgusting rich nobles across all races watch people die for their amusement"
Kadrin continued "they have hundreds of gladiators in the pits, strong too… if you can stage a breakout and get a couple hundred of them to join us, we'll be able to handle most things thrown our way…"
An adventure… just what Maro was looking for… he was getting bored here anyways… no sun for weeks on end. He would go to his first big city in this new world… Brothel First!
"Gnarlo, you shit where are you, we're heading out, meet me in the courtyard tomorrow morning!."
He looked at his swordsmen "you guys too, we're going on an adventure!"
But he had to do his goodbye ritual with his Elf lady friends first…
Alleria was in her half cat form while Valeria was still full elf… Alleria like how her senses were heightened…
They were laying in bed together, mid way through their romp session, when Maro went "listen… I'm going to be traveling for a bit and you both will need to stay here to help the Dwarves and the farmers… I plan on fulfilling my needs on the road…"
Hahaha they both started laughing, "Oh please, we always knew you had a thing for Gnarlo, I can only imagine his small hands and how it would look"
"No I'm being serious, I may or may not possibly theoretically, hypothetically be going to a brothel when I get to the city"
Both ladies started laughing even harder…
"We may have bonded ourselves to you, but that was for protection… Elves live for thousands of years… monogamy is not a permanent concept to us. We'll move on once you age and die haha"
Alleria took one of her claws and ran it by his jugular, she leaned in and whispered "don't get in too much trouble"
Valleria leaned in on the other side and whispered "bring us back a friend" she bit his ear lightly
She grabbed his junk with her hand while biting his ear… "this better be in perfect condition when you get back"
Maro's blood was pumping, he activated warcry, fully knowing he may lose some fingers and an eye in the process.