Weed agonized over discovering a method to destroy walls.
“There’s a long way to go before the fortress walls collapse, so we can capture it.”
As a blacksmith, he could create siege weapons. However, his proficiency to do so was still severely low.
“I don’t know how many siege weapons I’d have to make before I can get a useful one, either…”
If it requires as much weapon production proficiency as making a Great-Sword, it would take several long weeks! Material supply was also a problem, and the alliance tribes might try to return to their tribes again.
“Well, it’s not like I really have the confidence to beat the Embinyu Church’s Knights and Priests even when the walls fall down.”
Weed’s mind was eased. Since the solution wasn’t in siege weapon production, he had completely given up on it.
“A normal siege battle won’t do. Of course there isn’t an answer.”
No one would dare to attack the high, thick walls of the fortress when the people inside were well prepared to defend them.
The alliance tribes were outnumbered and at a disadvantaged when it comes to a group battle. The greatest roles the individuals could play were only in dogfights and hunting.
Weed had used his Tailoring and Blacksmithing skills to touch their gear up a bit, but with the alliance tribes’ fundamentally crappy armor, most of them would die from a concentrated attack even before they climbed the walls.
“Should I have listened to Smith’s advice and brought another person with me?”
But Weed shook his head. It was too late to regret it, and he couldn’t go back, either. Even if Pale, Zephyr, or SwordNoob were to come, the situation probably wouldn’t change much. Having personally experienced the enemy’s strength, it seems like the quest success would, at the very least, take a combat profession in the mid level 500s. It would take a force capable of destroying the gates with a sword blow or highly destructive skill, capable of subduing the Embinyu Church’s Priests with an ambush!
As a Knight, he could command the alliance tribes by demonstrating the peak of his Leadership. Although the tribes have gathered, they were merely rag-tag troops, but he made the alliance tribes fight past their limits with his Leadership and Charisma. Even if the alliance tribes took a lot of damage, he had to bring out their maximum potential to use them and look for an opportunity.
It could become a mighty victory worthy of being left in the Versailles Continent’s history.
Weed didn’t rate his own ability to command very highly.
“I only won the wars I could win.”
He didn’t have a scrap of desire to fight a battle with only a tiny chance of victory with the alliance tribes. Overcoming the quality and quantity of his troops, the terrain, and the state of their equipment wasn’t as easy as it sounded.
There was also a limit to granting life, a Sculptor’s advantage. He’d want to give it a go if he just had 100 sculpted lifeforms or so. He’d be able to see a chance of victory, too. But if he did that, Weed’s level would fall by at least 160.
“Even if I succeeded the quest, there’d be nothing left.”
At best, the life-granted sculptures would die brutally in the siege war.
If he successfully completed the quest but over half of his sculptures died, it would be a tremendous loss! He’d also have to start again from the beginning with a level below 200. Even if the quest succeeded, there’d be nothing left.
“This is what they call an unprofitable business.”
Weed decided to return to the basics and construct his plan again. Before starting the battle, he had to nitpick on many variables and choose a battlefield favorable for his forces. For now, Weed logged out for the first time in a long while to rest.
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