“Thanks Commander.”
“I’ll be sure to use it well.”
Every time Weed gave away some item, he was crying inside. It was very hard to take the item you gave to NPC back without your intimacy declining sharply.
‘Inevitable but…’
After hunting in the Plains of Despair he reached level 279. Even the soldiers rose their levels significantly, the Royal Knights and Priests were also quite strong. However, with the Orcs and Dark Elves as the opponent, they were woefully lacking.
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Orcs!
The word Orc immediately brought a few images to mind. Greedy and tenacious race. With strong obsession they were vengeful opponents. Quickly multiplying like cockroaches and good at fighting. The Orcs were at least in the thousands, maybe even the tens of thousands!
“Urgh!”
Back in the cave Weed groaned helplessly. The hunt around the village was going well, but how was he supposed to defeat armies of Orcs, Dark Elves and Necromancers?
His subordinates were at best 4 Centurions, 400 soldiers and 10 Royal Knights. Of course he had 50 Priests, but their power was only helpful when supporting the fighting troops to some extent.
After a number of runs, the usefulness of the Royal Knight could be considered similar to Freya’s Paladins to some extent. Going right up the Yuroki Mountains with just this amount of power, they are bound to surely die. They will die at the hands of the Orcs before even meeting the Necromancers.
Enemies on all sides.
Orcs and Necromancers were definitely enemies!
But the Dark Elves were allied with the Necromancers.
Weed was thinking hard. Usually he was very sharp and knew well when to flatter or keep silent to earn more money, but now he was struggling to find any solution to this situation.
‘The enemies are strong but they’re not exactly close to each other.’
Finally in Weed’s head from a fiction book he read at some unknown time in childhood a sentence emerged.
The enemy of my enemy is my friend!
The moment he recalled that sentence, it seemed like the fog in his mind started to clear. Like a bright ray of light appeared in the darkness of hopelessness.
Weed wasn’t that much into complicated novels. The more complex the book was the harder his head ached after reading it. Therefore he liked simple, clear, cheerful stories, which he mainly read. Fantasy, adventures and comics!
‘Books never lie.’
The next idea that came to his head he encountered in comics a few times. And if he combines it with his sculpture mastery it could lead to something interesting.
‘Won’t hurt to just try.’
Weed left the cave and started looking for a big stone. There were a lot of stones around but he needed one of a certain size.
‘Not this one, I need one higher than me.’
Finally he found a stone about 3 meters high.
Zahab’s Carving Knife moved quickly cutting through the rock.
Gradually an odd shape started to appear from the stone. It was neither Seoyoon, who was the usual motive of Weed’s works, nor some object. It was a creature alive and moving. Warlike and greedy species.