《Age of Dungeons》 Chapter 1: Day 1 Mark Fields used his fingers to comb over his light brown hair. There, that was the look. He was wearing his best set of khaki slacks and a sharp gray button up over a plain white-T. Combing his hair over with his fingers overall improved his look by a not marginal amount, although it was an exercise in futility since he did not use a spray or gel to hold it into place. Not that it would matter since using his fingers to comb over his hair was a very habitual practice for him. He did it when he was stressed or thinking or any number of other reasons. Likely, he did it, at least several times an hour unconsciously, so in theory a gel or holding spray would not make much of a difference. Mark flashed a smile to check his teeth. Perfect, Mark wondered for a moment whether he had ever looked this good before, before shaking his head. He was wearing brand new clothes. Not having been washed, their colors were sharp and not faded like most of the rest of his wardrobe. Not typically important for him, but for today, it was. A date that he had spent much of the last year secretly hoping for, along with likely any other single guy that had been around Emily. She was a voluptuous beauty with vibrant red hair that was likely not her natural hair color. Not that it mattered. Her allure was like an exotic red flower pulling the gazes of all around her. Honestly, Mark doubted that today held the same significance for her as it did for him, but a guy could hope. As a prior mechanical engineering major, college had not been quite what he had hoped it could be. There had been perhaps one or two girls for every ten guys in his classes, and even the best of them would be several ticks below Emily on a beauty scale. It was not like he had much free time to participate in other extra-curriculars, so he had missed out on that aspect for the most part. After graduation, Mark had scored a good job at a water utility company. Emily worked in the financial department, and had for several years when he had been hired. She was at least a couple years older than him. His first day, Mark already knew about her despite not having met before. Emily was basically a legend that passed amongst the employees. A god amongst mortals practically untouchable since she was supposedly dating some hot shot lawyer. Mark¡¯s interactions were fairly limited since he only occasionally went to the main office building, but in his mind they had gone well. Once the word passed that she was single, he had mustered the courage to ask her out to coffee. She accepted with an enchanting smile, although she more than likely had other prospects. Mark doubted that he would be the only one to jump at opportunity, but he was the one with his foot in the door. Mark gave one last glance at his bathroom mirror. ¡°Now to go meet with my destiny.¡± Mark turned to exit the bathroom. One moment the mirror displayed his back as he turned around. Next it showed a partially opened door. Mark had blinked from existence with a ¡°Poooffff.¡± * * * Mark felt thousands of lights whir past him. It was like in one of the many shows where a spaceship went through hyperspace, but it only lasted a moment. He found himself in a dark space with a girl and a blue pulsating orb sitting atop a pedestal. Mark¡¯s eyes blinked. ¡°What the hell, had just happened?¡± He looked around. There was indeed nothing else around him, so his eyes shifted back to the girl standing across from him. She was young, perhaps thirteen or fourteen. She had short blond hair in what resembled a pixie cut. Only a few inches in length but it was already starting to curl at the ends. Pixie was a befitting term in all other aspects as well. The girl was short, maybe not even five feet tall. Additionally, she was skinny, likely not even close to a hundred pounds in weight. The girl''s eyes reflected the blue pulsating orb, but that was not what she was looking at. Her eyes were scanning him. Her mouth was contorted, as if she was silently ¡®ooooooing¡¯. For a second Mark wondered if he had died and this girl was some sort of angel. She definitely had the right look. He felt a tinge of panic at the thought. ¡®Why today of all days,¡¯ Mark entreated silently, but then his rationality took back over and he dismissed the thought. ¡®That was stupid.¡¯ Despite the strangeness of the situation, he did not think that he had died. This being a dream was even more out of the question. His mind did not even settle on the thought as his mind blazed through explanations. Luckily, he did not have to think for long. ¡°Wow it worked,¡± the girl exclaimed excitedly. Her hands clasped together in front of her face as if she was going to pray, mumbling a squeal of jubilation. ¡°He¡¯s even better than I was picturing,¡± she mumbled quietly, but Mark still heard it. ¡®Great whatever this is, is her fault.¡¯ Mark thought subconsciously. He was supposed to meet a red headed bombshell in a half hour, and instead he had been summoned by this little blond brat. Being summoned by magic or advanced technology had of course been one of the few ideas that had come to mind in the fifteen seconds that he had been here. Based on the mesmerizing blue pulsating orb, Mark had a hunch that it was the former. Blue light was seemingly pulsing from the center of the orb in short bursts. Mark did not have a great understanding of optics and refraction, but he knew it was unnatural. The blue light was appearing seemingly from nowhere and then radiating to the surface in a steady heartbeat like rhythm. ¡°Did you bring me here?¡± Mark said, his eyes shifting back to the girl. Her face registered a brief flash of panic, as Mark¡¯s words disrupted her chain of thought. Her face immediately took on a more serious business-like expression. ¡°Oh yes, I can¡¯t believe I wasted even more time. We already have so little of it left.¡± The words were more for herself than for him, but Mark did not miss the connotations. She had indeed done something to bring him here, and they apparently did not have much time till whatever began. Mark¡¯s mind threatened to run wild thinking of the possibilities, but he focused it in a practiced manner. He had been through countless tests in college where time was limited and the problems on the test seemed so daunting. Trick was to break it up into smaller pieces or steps and tackle them one at a time. Mark already felt he knew the answer, but he had to ask, ¡°Will I be able to go back?¡± This time the panicked and now guilty expression did not leave the girl¡¯s face. She looked down and quietly answered, ¡°No,¡± after a few seconds. Mark pictured Emily¡¯s visage against a black backdrop, and he felt it slowly fade from view as he resolved himself that the dream date was not to be. More thoughts and questions threatened to bombard his mind, but he shut them down. He needed to focus on what was before him. From what he had observed about this girl it was clear that she was overwhelmed by whatever was going on. Her body trembled a bit like she had the shakes from too much caffeine, and her demeanor was¡­frantic? The situation was obviously urgent, perhaps even life threatening, but the girl''s mental processes seemed to have shifted down from a wide field of view to what was right in front of her. Mark would likely have to lead her to get what information he needed.¡°What¡¯s your name?¡± ¡°Uh, Amelia, It''s Amelia Crowwell!¡± she answered, while performing an awkward curtsy. ¡°Well Amelia, my name is Mark. You mentioned that you brought me here, and that we did not have much time left. Could you¡­¡± ¡°That¡¯s right,¡± the girl shrieked. Her eyes shifted to something else, although her eyes never left him. ¡°Only fourteen minutes left,¡± she exclaimed, her voice faltering. Mark took a quick look behind him. There was nothing there but the surrounding darkness. ¡°Amelia,¡± Mark snapped in a serious tone. It might have been a little harsh, but it was the best way to break the girl from the dazed look. It was as if her mind was shutting down. ¡°You brought me here for a reason. Take it step by step.¡± ¡°Ohhhh, right,¡± the girl started. ¡°I summoned you as my champion.¡± Another five seconds passed before Mark once again ushered the girl on. ¡°You said there were only fourteen minutes left. Fourteen minutes to what?¡± Mark could not help but feel agitated by the situation. His mind was already working to hold all the implications of the situation and the prospect of his life as he knew it being effectively over. ¡°The succession game for the Arcadian throne. I¡¯m one of the contenders,¡± the girl said softly, her eyes shifting to his. Her apparent joy at having successfully brought him here was gone, and in its place he could see both a mix of fear and excitement. Based on her words he could speculate as the cause. While it was a thing of the past, Mark knew that royal succession battles could be bloody, and she had brought him into it. The term champion was also not lost on him. ¡®Was he going to be fighting on her behalf?¡¯ He hoped it was not some kind of gladiatorial battle. While he would like to get a complete and full picture of what they were getting into, time was ticking away. His earlier attempt to awaken the girl from her stupor seeming to have failed. ¡°Amelia, how is this succession battle taking place?¡± ¡°Oh, uhhh¡­¡± she stammered. This time only a few seconds passed before a moment. ¡°Just say main menu!¡± she finally said. ¡°Main menu,¡± he said gingerly. A translucent aqua screen with boxes and texts appeared before him. ¡®No way!¡¯ Mark felt a surge of excitement despite the tension. A game interface, he would not say he was an avid gamer, but he had racked up a lot of time playing games nonetheless. He once again stifled the thoughts and the misplaced excitement given the seemingly grievous situation. The aqua screen was split into an upper and lower half. The lower half looked like a normal menu screen homepage with multiple tabs, but Mark¡¯s eyes were drawn to the top half. Which he instantly recognized as a welcome message. [Welcome Mark Fields. You have been chosen as the champion for Amelia Cromwell. Your life and hers have been linked during the upcoming succession battle, Age of Dungeons! Fight the other 34 contenders for your survival and to win the right for Amelia Cromwell to take over the Arcadian throne as high queen. The whole realm watches and awaits. Gather resources, Advance your dungeon, Build your armies, and conquer your foes.] Mark felt his eyes bulge. He let his mind dwell on the message considering what it said. He immediately thought of the turn based strategy games he had grown up playing, although it had been a while. In the last few years he did not have enough time to dedicate to the time intensive games, although for some reason he felt it was unlikely that turns would be a thing in a real life version. ¡®I guess that makes it a real-time strategy game.¡¯ he thought. It had been even longer since he had played one of those. He had always preferred turn-based games since he liked to think through decisions, and real time games felt rushed. Regardless, a countdown timer at the top of the menu screen flipped from 13 to 12:59. He was under 13 minutes now. Mark shifted his eyes to the main menu below. The message above seemed to minimize into the first tab labeled notices which was the tab that was open. That was neat. He only needed to think about it, for the menu to shift to other screens. He noticed that there were more notifications. [Welcome Amelia Cromwell as one of the 35 contenders in the Age of Dungeons. Winner will become the successor for the Arcadian throne. The whole realm watches and awaits] Map placement of contenders will be random with a minimum distance of 20 miles in between. Contenders will start with a Level 1 dungeon core to be placed within your territory, which can be moved once every 24 hours as long as it is not currently being threatened. Dungeon core will generate 1 dungeon point (DP) and 1 Research point (RP) per day. Rates may be increased. Destruction of core will result in disqualification of contender from the succession battle and will result in their death. The narrative has been illicitly obtained; should you discover it on Amazon, report the violation. Contenders will also start with one coal generator and an initial coal deposit. Manna points may be freely converted to DP or RP at a rate of 1000 for 1. Contenders may pick one specialization and will start with 100,000 MP to start your dungeon. Contenders have 1 hour to choose specialization and familiarize themselves with the interface. Failure to select a specialization in the given time will result in one being assigned at random. Gather resources, Advance your dungeon, Build your armies, and conquer your foes.] It was similar to his message, however it was far more helpful in illuminating what kind of game this succession battle would be. There were a few more notices, so he continued on. First step, he needed to see what the girl had already done. [Notice: Amelia Cromwell has chosen Social Interaction for your specialization. Your units will be able to interact more efficiently with each other and with others. Social Interaction increases intelligence and diplomatic ability for all units. Dungeon will start with Logistics and Military Organization] [Congratulations!!! you have successfully learned logistics. Logistics encompasses the ability to coordinate resources and people. Researching Logistics enables units to more efficiently carry out long term expeditions. Decreases food spoilage and wastage.] [Congratulations!!! You have successfully learned Military Organization. Military Organization encompasses the ability of units to organize into effective fighting forces. Researching Military Organization unlocks the troop size and rank functions in units.] [Notice: Amelia Cromwell has spent 50,000 MP to open a humanoid tree in the unit list. Amelia Cromwell has chosen to open a goblin branch on a humanoid tree.] [Notice: Amelia Cromwell has spent 10,000 MP on the one time option to summon a champion. Champion will be linked to the contender and will have equal rights to make decisions using the interface. Amelia Cromwell has elected to have champion selection be randomized based on specified traits.] The last bit caused Mark to unconsciously glance at the girl. Specified traits? What had the girl specified to end up with him? Mark was definitely above average intelligence wise, but there had been plenty of people in his engineering classes who could run circles around him. He also thought of the countless seemingly impossible high scores people had somehow racked up on any game he had played. The girl shied away from meeting his eyes, seemingly aware of his accusatory glance. Mark sighed before shifting his focus to the other tabs. Above the screen tabs his current DP, RP, and MP were listed. The first two were still at 1, but MP was now down to 40,000 from the initial startup. He would have to see all the options to judge her decisions. Unfortunately, it did not seem like I had access to the specializations. Whatever list she had picked from, did not seem to be available anymore. It was a shame since knowing what others picked would be beneficial, but he could not do anything about it. Social Interaction with bonuses in diplomacy did not exactly sound like the best choice in a domination scenario. Likely, there were better options. On games he played, there were specializations that would give bonus to every unit or would decrease cost of things. Mark could not help but ask, ¡°Why did you choose social interaction?¡± ¡°Uh¡­uh¡­It was one of the few specializations that came with a Tier 2 research.¡± Amelia stammered her eyes falling to the floor. She continued hesitantly, ¡°It will also allow us to get better outcomes when dealing with independent forces.¡± Many turn and real-time based strategy games had barbarians or beasts to get things going in the early game. The benefits that could be gained could definitely be beneficial, but Mark typically preferred things that would provide better benefits throughout. Mark frowned as he flipped to the research tab, deeming it the most important. There were several tabs of research options. The page he was looking for was the one that was open initially under the research tab, the technology tree. There were also tabs for units, enhancements, and dungeon features, although the last one was grayed out inaccessible. The Technology tree was basically a list of research options all delegated under a Tier level. It was a slightly different format than he had seen on similar games. The Tier 1 research options were listed in bright white letters. The associated costs seemed to fall between 10 and 20 thousand MP. Based on getting 1RP a day it would take 10 days to research even 1 without converting from MP. Mark quickly sifted his eyes through the Tier 1 options. He noted that they were basic things such as building, crafting, foraging, etc¡­ Military organization was under the Tier 2 list and was white amidst a bunch of other grayed out and indiscernible options. Unfortunately, it did not indicate how much the option had cost, so Mark could not glean whether getting a Tier 2 option now was that great of a boon, but then he noticed that the Tier 2 research was restricted until dungeon reached level 2, so it was something that they would have that others would not get for a while. He shifted to the units research tab. There were multiple different categories apparently labeled as trees. Amelia had purchased the humanoid tree for 50,000 MP, so it was further broken down into what was called branches. There were quite a few options in bright white letters, but also a good deal that were grayed out and indiscernible. The goblin branch was also open and there were a good variety of different goblin types. The green goblin (base) was the only one that did not have an associated cost, so Mark assumed that it was what they were given to start. Mark took another moment to glance at the other trees. Constructs, beasts, undead, plants, and other. All of them cost 100,000 MP. Was humanoid the cheapest, or had the price increased for the others? There was a notice at the top that seemed to indicate the latter. [Notice: All trees not unlocked when Dungeon reaches level 2 will become locked and will no longer be available. Branches will only be available during the level of the dungeon that they were first unlocked.] Since the price of all the others was exactly double what the humanoid tree had cost, it seemed likely that the price had increased after Amelia had purchased it, otherwise there would not have been much of a choice. It seemed like they were trying to restrict participants and limit the types of units they could field. Which was a shame, there were several options that Mark would have rather gone with other than humanoid, but then again humanoid probably worked the best going with their specialization of Social Interaction. Mark grimaced as he shifted to the next tab. The enhancement tab was fairly self explanatory. They were things that could be researched to make units stronger. There were classes and even another tab for skills although that was restricted till their dungeon reached level 3. Regardless, Mark did not need to worry about it now. The dungeon feature research tab was grayed out, so Mark shifted his attention back to the other main tabs. He had noticed that Dungeon Features was on the tech tree, so likely he would have to research that to even open the tab and see what was available. ¡°What are you doing,¡± Amelia said, shifting up to Mark, who glanced her way. ¡°Nothing right now, just looking through things still,¡± Mark said, noting the countdown timer. He had just under 7 minutes left. ¡°Well can you share your screen with me then?¡± Amelia inquired despondently. She had closed the distance to stand only a couple steps away. ¡°That way I won¡¯t have to wonder.¡± ¡°Sure, I didn''t even know that was an option,¡± Mark said, willing his screens to be viewable by her. Her eyes shifted from him to where his screens were, so it must have worked. Back to where he was at, he shifted his gaze to the dungeon status tab. There was a grayed out tab for floors, The tab did not have much. It listed the dungeon level and upgrade criteria, which apparently only required them to spend 100,000 MP. It also listed dungeon features such as production. Under which there was one coal generator. There was a daily production rate next to it, which right now was at 0.0. It was not lost on Mark that upgrading the dungeon required the same amount of MP as unlocking a second unit tree. It only cemented the fact that whomever created this succession battle wanted contenders to stand out from each other. The notices did say that the realm was watching, so maybe the creators of this succession battle wanted participants to be readily identifiable from each other. It would not be fun watching everyone with similar armies fighting one another. It also meant that dungeons could have clear strengths and weaknesses, and getting more versatility could only be done at the cost of delaying dungeon progress. Mark would likely want to delay for a little while, but he would not be able to afford delaying for too long. Doing so would risk someone with vastly superior troops storming through his dungeon. Mark shifted to the units tab. Currently he had zero units, but he did have two options of units that he could buy. The first was a shade Henchman. The second was the Green Goblin. The desire to have more information on them, automatically opened a window with a little more for him to go off of. [Shade henchmen (Cost 500 MP) durable slow moving elemental constructs that can perform various functions around the dungeon without requiring food or sleep. They cannot attack and cannot leave their master¡¯s territory.] [Green Goblin (cost 25 MP) (Power level .25) base unit for the goblin branch. Goblins are humanoids that vary in size and color. The bigger they are or the closer their skin color is to black the more dangerous they are. Green goblins are 3 to 4 feet tall. They have high agility but are lacking in everything else.] Mark immediately bought one of the shade henchmen. He was going to use them to mine the coal deposit that they would start with. He would have them standing by to begin collecting more resources as soon as the game started, but after buying the henchman he found that he could already assign it directly to his initial coal deposit as a miner. [Shade henchman 1 assigned to mine coal deposit at main base location. Deposit can be mined by up to 6 personnel. Units assigned (1 of 6)] Mark immediately bought 5 more and assigned them to the same job. Their current MP was now down to 37,000. It was a non-negotiable purchase, so Mark had not given it a second thought. He quickly shifted to the last 3 main tabs without another thought. The first was a tactical map which was fully blacked out. The second adversary tab had 34 other names that meant nothing to Mark. They were grayed out, likely indicative that they had not met in game. These two tabs were hardly useful for now. The store tab was grayed out. Thinking about it was enough. [Notice: Store is restricted till after succession battle begins] After a precursory glance at everything Mark only needed a minute to think through his priorities. His main objective was maximizing the collection of resources for their dungeon. It would be difficult to win if they were not amongst the best in this aspect. The succession battle would likely be similar despite being far more complex than any game he had ever played. The second goal was to play to their dungeon''s strength. Which in this case, had been decided by Amelia prior to his arrival. Social Interaction likely would not have been the specialization that he would have chosen. It seemed like a boon early in the game, but would likely taper off as the game progressed. Other contenders likely had specializations that would benefit them either equally throughout the game, or would get stronger as the game progressed. They really needed to hit the ground running and nail the start if they wanted to stand a chance of coming out on top. However he decided to wait and see what their environment looked like prior to making a game plan for meeting it. As far as the main objective, Mark had noticed something during his precursory look through the tabs. He flipped back to the tech tree. [Magic Energy Production (cost 20,000 MP) Increases production ability. Enables building of Manna Bellows] There was a small icon of a fan-like object with two sides that could be compressed. Mark could only assume that it would increase his MP production if he could build one. Hopefully, he had enough MP to subsequently build, and even more hopefully it did not require other resources or something. Mark cheeks puffed up as breathed out. Their remaining MP dropped to 17,000. [Researching Magic Energy Production has made Manna Bellows available. Dungeon features are currently unavailable until the appropriate technology has been researched.] Mark cursed silently. He ran his fingers through his hair before sighing and spending 10,000 more MP. He had kind of committed them on this course of action. [Researching Dungeon Features enables use of the dungeon feature tab and enables adding traps and buildings to the dungeon. Additionally, it unlocks the first five floors of the dungeon for purchase.] The dungeon feature tab was fairly simple since everything was grayed out other than the manna bellows. Likely, he would have to complete research on the tech tree to open more options. Just researching buildings and traps would likely open much of it. Not that he had the MP to do so. [Manna Bellow (cost 5,000 MP) A MP production device that separates the manna out of the ambient air and converts it into usable energy. Device can be operated to a maximum efficiency by two shade henchmen. Limit (0 of 3)] Luckily, they could afford one. There did not appear to be any other resources required, so Mark bought one. [Manna Bellow purchased by Mark Fields for 5,000 MP. Limit (1 of 3) Due to location not being specified the manna bellow will be automatically placed in a strategic location.] Mark ended his purchase spree by buying two more shade henchmen and assigning them to the bellows. They now had only 1,000 MP remaining, or 2,000 MP if he converted the 1 DP they had for the first day to MP. Hopefully, the bellow was worth it. He had just spent 36,000 to get and man it. Their chances at having a good start at the game would be severely hampered if it only gave something like 100 MP a day. While he had gotten other benefits from the technologies unlocked, he needed some payback from this investment. The remaining MP would be saved for future use. There was not much that he could do with it, and there was less than a couple minutes left now. He turned toward Amelia, ¡°You ready.¡± The girl nodded. ¡°Sorry,¡± she said hesitantly. After the countdown timer had decreased to under a minute she had composed herself more. ¡°I did not have anybody else that I could trust with this.¡± She paused for a few more seconds. ¡°And I had thought I would be able to do it by myself, but in the end I just couldn¡¯t.¡± ¡°It¡¯s okay,¡± Mark responded solemnly. The timer was at ten seconds. ¡°Thanks, I¡¯m just glad I¡¯m not alone.¡± she said, and with that the light flashed around them. Chapter 2: Day 1 Mark had to shield his eyes the moment after the countdown timer hit zero. It was as if they had been shrouded in a black curtain to only have it removed exposing them to the morning sun. [Age of Dungeons succession battle has commenced. Contenders remaining 35 of 35] After a quick adjustment period, Mark was able to look around. They were in a small clearing in the forest. Plateaus reminiscent of some he had seen when driving through the American Southwest filled the horizon, with the closest not too far away. However the environment was far different than the southwest. Lush forests surrounding them indicated that they were not in an arid environment. In the clearing with them was a large tractor sized machine with two main sections. A scupper, for what Mark could only guess was coal. The other half was a furnace. The other implement in the clearing was the giant manna bellows. Each side of the bellows was about 10 feet in length and would be about 8 feet tall when not compressed. It was placed about forty feet from the coal generator. Other than that there were 3 solid mounds of black crystal and the 8 foot tall human shade figures. The shades were already getting to work. Two positioned themselves at the ends of the bellows while the other 6 started mining the coal with the ends of the arms that had shifted to be more picklike. Mark spent another minute studying their surroundings before turning to Amelia. ¡°I would like to take an hour or two to look into things a little deeper. You should take that time to relax a little. When I¡¯m done I would like to learn a lot more about our situation.¡± The girl nodded in response. It looked like she needed some time, and to be honest Mark was excited to really sift through the options available. He was far more excited than he was anxious. The fact that this was a battle of life and death had not apparently sunk in. Mark retreated to sit under a tree at the edge of the clearing. He was an engineer so had been inside a lot more than he would have liked over the last few years, so did not like the idea of sitting out in the open. He could only assume his skin would still get sunburned here, if he was exposed for too long. On the other hand, Mark could only assume that some of his basic assumptions about how the world worked could be wrong despite the look and feel of his current environment. It felt like this was some place that could exist on Earth. The trees seemed normal. However, he had noted the term manna in multiple places on the interface. Then there was the fact that he had been brought to some other world in the universe or into another dimension. Whether it had been done through use of technology or magic, who could tell. By definition magic was something supernatural that could not be explained by science. It brought forth the old adage, about ¡®significantly advanced technology being indistinguishable from magic.¡¯ Either magic was real, or the powers that brought him here were so scientifically advanced that it would be the same thing as far as he was concerned. Mark¡¯s mind only briefly flashed to his life prior to 20 minutes ago. From the sound of it, he might not even be able to go back. The prospect was not as horrifying as he would have thought. His parents would still have two other children to be able to visit, and his siblings were all married with kids, so he was kind of the odd man out when it came to them as well. It was a shame he would not get to take a shot at things with Emily, but¡­ On second thought that was a real travesty. Emily was not some girl from a magazine or tv show that he had fantasized about without really having a real hope. She was a top notch prospect he had even put a little effort towards. Sure, she had been in a relationship the entire time, but screw him, Mark had heard he was a real asshole anyways. Them breaking up had always been going to happen if he could believe everything he had heard. He sighed, taking a seat down in the shade. He only felt a momentary shiver from the resulting cool feeling. It felt like the morning in the early spring. It would likely warm up as the day progressed. The feeling was enough to break his train of thought. It was what it was he would just put Emily back into the category of ¡®girls he did not stand a chance with.¡¯ with every other attractive girl with a great personality. Of course this time it was because he had been summoned to another world. Mark sighed. What had he said about his destiny earlier? Apparently, he was now destined to spend the foreseeable future with only Amelia as far as his company. Not like he was gonna chat up a goblin. Despite himself, Mark smiled. Not about being trapped with Amelia. The girl looked like she was 13 and was rail thin. She was far from the voluptuous mature type that he dreamed about. Yup, definitely not. Despite the ¡®dying if he lost part,¡¯ Mark could not help but feel excited about what was to come. There were no do overs in this game, and the stakes were insane. The whole realm was watching. Mark had no inclination how many people that was, but it sounded like a lot. Then if they won, Amelia would literally become the high queen of Arcadia. ¡®Hmmm,¡¯ he wondered what would happen to him if they won. Would she take him with her, or perhaps a darker fate¡­ Perhaps he was as disposable as the goblins that he could summon. Whatever, nothing he could do about it. His thoughts continued to shift. What kind of country decided their succession based on a real life strategy game filled with fake beings and what not. Since Amelia was a contender for the throne, was she a princess? How many resources were they burning to put this on? Would it even produce an effective ruler? Which might be the most insane part of it. Mark let his excited mind run wild for a bit before he focused once again on what was before him. Arcadia, their life after the battle, none of it would matter if they did not win. Besides what Mark was most excited about were the possibilities for the advancement of their dungeon. There would likely be a lot of downtime in the future for him to think about such things or even talk to Amelia about it. Mark brought up his dungeon status page. Unsurprisingly, the production numbers had changed. The manna bellows had been added right under the coal generator, and both now had daily rates associated with them. The rates appeared to be fixed and not in constant fluctuation as he had first assumed. Although that might change if something hindered or obstructed his shade henchmen. The coal generator would produce 2,880 MP daily. The manna bellows on the other hand would produce 600 MP daily. Which put him at 3,480 for his daily production. It was not bad. Within the week he would be able to add two additional bellows, and further increase their daily production. Overall unlocking the bellows first thing might not have been a bad first move. In less than a month it would more than make back their initial investment, then it would continue to pay dividends, potentially for the rest of the game. Mark did not know how long this battle was set to last, but it seemed likely that it would take several years at the very least. Otherwise the participants would never advance very far. There did not seem to be other options to increase production until they advanced their dungeon to level 2. That in itself would likely take several months, assuming they delayed progression to unlock more unit options. It also depended on them lasting that long. If you encounter this tale on Amazon, note that it''s taken without the author''s consent. Report it. Mark looked suspiciously into the woods beside him. It seemed safe, but for all he knew a wandering beast could pop out and snatch him up. While it seemed likely that whomever put this together would give them a relatively safe start, Mark did not have anything to base his assumptions on. For all he knew the creators wanted a little opening bell carnage. After all 35 was a pretty big number of successor candidates for the people watching to follow. Amelia did not seem antsy as she had before the battle started, so Mark put the possibility of being immediately attacked as only a slight possibility. Supposedly, the other players were at least 20 miles away, which meant that one of them getting an army here today should not be possible. It was a valid strategy in some strategy games. Instead of building up their base, a player would build a bunch of cheap troops to swarm another base before they had their defenses ready. It was effective when it worked, but in this situation it would be more apt to backfire since there were a bunch of other participants in this battle. He could assume that more would be hesitant to go with the all out approaches that could be hit or miss. Likely he could expect scouting units. That was his initial game plan afterall. His defenses would at least have to be strong enough to deter some reconnaissance units that could arrive as early as tomorrow. Not that they would, 20 miles was only the minimum distance opponents could be from each other, and was far enough with this terrain where troops would have difficulty getting here so soon. No, he was certain he would some time before he had to worry about the others. The ¡®independent parties¡¯ as Amelia had called them, or ¡®barbarians¡¯ as far as he was concerned were another matter. Months could pass before the contestants started to really pick at each other. The creators would likely not want so much downtime. They had to keep realm viewership up afterall. Mark noted one more thing before he flipped screens. Their initial coal deposit was limited at 575,000 MP available. Which after doing some quick mental math, put the total suspiciously close to two hundred days worth of mining. The creators had obviously chosen 200 days and then knocked off 1,000 MP to put it at a nice number. Mark shook his head. Obviously it was if they were saying that the participants would have to venture out and not turtle up. They could not stay put forever without depleting their resources and falling behind. Mark made a quick glance at his tactical map which now showed an illuminated circle that was precisely 1 mile in diameter. The nearest plateau just touched the edge of their current domain. The rest for all that Mark could see was just forest. Although there were icons for each of his units provided he zoomed in. There were also icons for the coal generator and the bellows. It was clear that everything in their territory would be visible, likely including enemies. Was it full proof? Who could tell, at least he could more readily put thoughts of some beast swooping out of the woods and ripping him to pieces aside. The map would definitely be helpful. It seemed to be very user friendly, but for now he did not really need it. His attention shifted to the tech tree. He had to assign his RP daily or it would be allotted randomly when they received the next day''s allotment. There were alot of contenders, so the decision took nearly three hours to make. Not all of the time had been on that train of thought. He had become enamored with the encyclopedia function on the interface that automatically gave amplifying information when bidden. While it still did not elaborate on future research or things that were grayed out it had definitely helped to clear some of the gaps in his understanding of this place. Of course it was not lost on Mark why the encyclopedia would not reveal more. If it did, there was no doubt that others would do the same as him. They would scour through the screens and would chart a course that maximized benefits. Likely this would lead many participants to go in the same general directions, since no matter how well a game was made there would always be optimal paths. Others paths would be okay and there were sure to be some that were basically a rotten rope. The creators seemed to want to keep an aspect of the unknown involved to encourage diversity.. Regardless, the encyclopedia had illuminated enough for Mark to make a decision. He chose crafting. Crafting would enable his units to make tomahawks, arrows, etc¡­ These weapons would be far more effective then the goblins standard load out, or what they came with when summoned. Right now his green goblins came with a wooden club, sling, five stones, a water pouch, 1 day meal ration, and one gunny sack that strapped across their chest. Once crafting was researched the standard loadout would automatically update to 2 crafted weapons at no additional cost. The weapons would just be shaped stone attached to wood to form tomahawks, spears, and knives, but it was still far better than it was now. Eventually he would be able to increase the standard loadout to metal weapons, but that was still a ways off. Mark had debated picking foraging after realizing that they would have to continually supply his unis with food, but in the end he decided it was not worth putting off crafting for. Buying a basic unit ration only cost 1 MP per unit. He would have to occasionally have to mix in better meal rations to keep his unit morale from plummeting, but crafting was not something that could wait. Those were two aspects that he had not really dealt with in games. Usually unit upkeep costs were either negligible or not even a part of the game, but now he would have to plan for them. The moral aspect was even less welcome. Units might abandon their post or fight half heartedly if their morale was low. There was an overall morale for his entire force, and then it extended all the way down to each individual unit. ¡®Great I can¡¯t even count on my troops,¡¯ Mark had thought when he had first noticed that feature. Right now he did not have a morale rating since he did not have any active fighting units. The shade henchmen were mindless constructs, so morale was not a factor for them. It was an annoying feature for sure, but it could still play in his favor as well. When attacking his forces could rout the enemy, if done smartly. It was better than the alternative, both forces grinding each other''s forces down till one side had no units left. All Mark had to do was keep each unit''s personal morale up, and then prevent them from feeling too overwhelmed. The issue could also be skirted for his dungeon defense. Units could be assigned as guardians. They would no longer be able to leave their assigned post, but they would fight till their end. It also had the added benefit of allowing them to respawn at no cost. Mark had steered himself away from that avenue of thought after realizing that they were a ways off from that. They would have to spend 10,000 MP to buy the first dungeon floor, and it was not a loophole for some ultimate defense; Each floor could only have so many assigned forces. Mark jumped to his feet. It had taken him slightly longer than he had initially told Amelia, but there had been a lot to look through. Besides the girl did not seem to mind, She was lounging under another tree¡­ eating? ¡®How did she get food?¡¯ Mark thought, but the answer was all too obvious. He had spent some time looking through the store screen after all. The store had food as well as a variety of other goods. Sure enough, with a quick glance at his notification he noticed it. [Emilia Cromwell spent 6 MP buying a buttermilk bread pastrami sandwich.] Then Mark noticed the notifications under it. [Emilia Cromwell spent 12 MP buying a fine thread count blanket.] [Emilia Cromwell spent 24 MP buying a high quality pillow cushion] Mark glanced back at the girl, he was approaching. Sure enough her head rested on a pillow and she was laying on top of a blanket. He sighed, just like that and 42 MP was gone. She would likely be spending more before the day was through, there was still dinner after all. Then there could be afternoon tea? Who knows the girl was in a royal succession battle afterall. Hopefully the other participants were even more wasteful. Still he needed to put the girl on a budget. Mark sighed he could not blame her entirely. He would have to eat and buy things as well, but he would be damned before he wasted extra MP on things with adjectives like ¡®fine¡¯ and ¡®high quality¡¯. He was more the ¡®adequate enough¡¯ type of guy. Food on the other hand was another thing. His personal moral would take a serious hit if he limited himself to the base unit rations. They were basically hard bread and jerky as far as he could determine. No, the sandwich might be the right call. He would get something like that, and then the two of them would have a nice long chat. Chapter 3: Day 1 ¡°So can you tell me more about this succession battle and the other participants?¡± Mark bit down on his own buttermilk sandwich and then took a swig from his new water pouch. It had cost 7 MP, but the refreshment it was bringing to his belabored mind was worth it. ¡°Of course,¡± Amelia said sitting up. Her demeanor was far more calm than it had been when they first met. She cleared her throat. ¡°I guess it would be good to start with the history behind the succession battles.¡± ¡°The Arcadian Realm is composed of 21 different factions that vary in size, but even the smallest have billions of people and control at least one home world. The larger factions have multiple worlds under their control. In the chaotic era there were even more factions, but wars eventually made entire worlds inhabitable, so eventually the factions banned together under one ruler to prevent us from fighting to extinction. Weapons have just become too effective.¡± ¡°Of course determining who that ruler was, was the big question. Eventually they settled on various methods of determining the next ruler from one of the factions, and it worked to an extent, but still every 300 to 400 years the successor battles would devolve into wars and assassinations that could result in tens of millions dying during the succession period.¡± ¡°Eventually that led to the 1st succession battle held using an interface and broadcasted throughout the realm. The factions quickly bound the entire realm to this method. Now everyone in the realm could watch the next ruler earn the throne, and their future rule would not be questioned. Of course the big factions each send 2 or 3 successors for the succession battle. The weakest 5 factions send only 1.¡± ¡°And I¡¯m guessing you belong to one of the latter?¡± Mark posed. Amelia nodded in response. ¡°So other factions can have 2 or 3 slots? Does that mean that they are effectively working together?¡± If that was the case, then Mark did not like their chances. Luckily, Amelia shook her head. ¡°No¡­ Well, usually not. Often it is the opposite where the different successors from the same faction view each other as bitter rivals. To the point where they will spitefully work to hinder each other. They do belong to different families that constantly fight each other for power within their own faction, after all. It really is pretty much a free for all, although I can¡¯t say that teaming up has not ever happened in the past.¡± ¡°Past? How many battles have there been?¡± ¡°This is the 8th succession battle held using the interface, but these battles are held for many other things as well. Anytime there is a major dispute they are so settled.¡± Marks eye¡¯d her accusingly. If there had been so many prior battles, she should have been more prepared than she was. ¡°The battles are always different,¡± Amelia said, anticipating his question before he could ask. ¡°There are always different settings, different rules, and twists. None of the participants should have an idea on what to expect.¡± ¡°But still, I assume that these battles are shown and recorded.¡± ¡°I¡¯m sorry,¡± Amelia said looking downcast. ¡°I was not supposed to be our faction¡¯s successor. It got shifted to me at the last minute, and I had never watched the battles very closely. Being in the contest is far different than watching the abbreviated version shown on the TV.¡± Mark nodded understandingly. It made sense. The realm was probably shown a viewer friendly version. They did not go into the details and decisions that participants would have to make. It was probably like reality tv, where they tried to make it as interesting as possible. If the successor position got shifted to her, Mark could only guess as to why. Had the prior successor died? He would eventually find out. It did not seem that she wanted to talk about it. ¡°Then can you tell me a little more about the other participants?¡± ¡°Well, nothing specifically,¡± Amelia stated uneasily. I have never met any of them personally. What I do know, I¡¯m not sure it can be trusted or helpful. What''s known about them could just as easily be a public persona carefully crafted and managed by their own factions. The successor battle is the first unadulterated look that people get of their future ruler.¡± ¡°Then it should be a fairly equal playing field, since all 35 contenders are basically on their own. Or well with their champions, on second thought how did I get picked as your champion. It does not seem like the type of thing to leave to chance, when you have billions of people in your own faction to choose from.¡± ¡°Well uh¡­ You''re generally right. Most pick an aide who has trained specifically to take on that role. Unfortunately, I did not have that option, and someone from the Arcadian realm can refuse. They would die if we lost after all¡­ Anyways, I decided getting someone capable from a lower realm would make sense given that the interface options were so primitive.¡± ¡°And I wouldn¡¯t get the right to refuse?¡± Mark said, staring at her. Her eyes shifted away. ¡°It¡¯s alright you don¡¯t need to feel guilty about it anymore. What''s done is done, but how primitive do you think people from my world are? Swords and spears are pretty primitive to us as well.¡± ¡°Oh they are? I didn¡¯t know, you looked so confident when sifting through the screens,¡± Ameila stated smiling smugly. Mark took another bite of his sandwich. It was not exactly welcome news that this girl had been sent here so unprepared. They apparently had billions of people, yet they would not support her. It was almost like she had been sent here to die. Which did not make a lot of sense, since having one of their own become the high queen should be something they were striving for. Did they expect not to win? ¡°Does your faction not expect to win?¡± Mark posed. The girl''s eyes widened in surprise, before she looked away guilty. ¡°I¡¯m sorry, but not even the medium sized factions that can send 2 contenders have managed to win. The small factions have usually lost half way through. The midsized factions have only had a few contenders make it into the final 3 or 4,¡± She stated hesitantly. Mark just stared at her. It had seemed like a fairly level playing field in theory. There were more contenders from the bigger factions so it made sense they won more often. The medium and small factions made up 40% of the total, so statistically it was unlikely that the large factions could remain so dominant. Unless they were cheating¡­ Or the game was not an equal playing field. Mark did not have to ask. ¡°It should not happen for some time. During the beginning a week or a month of our time is condensed down to a day of the rest of the realm¡¯s time. But later it goes back to a day for each day on the outside. When that happens, faction leadership and other entities can provide support to a contender of their choice for a large amount of money, or they can even impose penalties on other contenders. It could be anything: extra units, weapons, reducing someone''s production, etc¡­¡± Mark¡¯s mouth dropped open. The fact that viewers would be able to bolster their enemies was alarming at the least, but they could also throw wrenches into his plans. She did not have to tell him the implications of what this would mean for them. The more powerful factions likely provided several times more support. Then they were even able to put buffs on their enemies. It was no wonder why the smaller factions always lost, and with that as the narrative, nobody would even bother supporting them since they were destined to lose anyways. It was almost a self fulfilling prophecy. ¡°How long do we have?¡± ¡°None of the participants know, although I¡¯m sure they have already publicized it to the rest of the realm. In the past they have used when a set period of time has elapsed, but the last few times they have used a set milestone. Like when one of the bases¡­ Sorry dungeons¡­ Normally the term is base, the dungeon term was probably used since you know¡­primitive¡± she scratched her head. ¡°Anyways it is highly likely that they use a set milestone. It could be when the entire map is explored, all the whatchamacallits have been found, or when one of the contenders reaches a certain stage." She clearly emphasized the last part. It was clear what she thought the criteria would be. Mark ran his fingers through his hair. He had a feeling she was right. Already he had seen that a lot of features became unlocked when the dungeon advanced a level. The other participants might not know for sure, but they could read the signs. Advance your dungeon to unlock more features. If that was the case, then there was a real benefit for other contenders to rush advancement if they were going to be bankrolled once they reached a certain point. ¡°It is bad,¡± she said hesitantly. ¡°But perhaps it is not as bad as I¡¯m making it sound. We are less likely to get debuffed than serious contenders, and we might even get support if we are fighting another faction''s enemies. We could even get support if people like us. There are many other entities that can be sponsors after all. One of the smaller faction participants has not won yet, but I don¡¯t think it is truly impossible.¡± ¡°Of course, we will,¡± Mark said smiling, although he was less confident. The deck was certainly stacked against them. ¡°We can¡¯t do anything about it, anyways. Perhaps we should discuss our next steps,¡± Amelia posed.. ¡°Very well, as you saw I poured much of our initial resources expanding our daily production. By the end of the first week I would like to max us out our production for dungeon level 1. Meanwhile during the week we can form small scouting teams to scout the surrounding area, so that at the end of the first week we should have a good idea about whats around us and be running on all cylinders, production wise.¡± Royal Road is the home of this novel. Visit there to read the original and support the author. ¡°I can¡¯t say it''s a bad idea,¡± Amelia said thoughtfully. ¡°However, I feel it''s pretty optimistic. I don¡¯t think that we will be attacked today, they should be running an end of the day message, and I doubt they would allow us to get attacked before then. Tomorrow, on the other hand, I mean our dungeon core is just sitting in the middle of the field. You do realize that its basically my heart right? It gets destroyed, and I die. I die and you do¡­¡± she trailed off. Mark looked at her as he considered her words. He could still see a trace of nervousness and fear based on her expressions. She looked very vulnerable, and with her life tied to a stone out in an open field. He guessed she was. ¡°Can you tell me what we should expect in the up and coming days? How many ¡®barbarians¡¯ we will have to deal with or when we could expect attacks from our neighbors.¡± She looked at him quizzically, ¡°Oh, I get it, ¡®barbarians.¡¯ That''s a way better term than independent forces, and goes with the setting more.¡± Mark glared at her. ¡°Right, you are right in that we likely do not have to worry about attacks from other contenders for a week or two. Most of them will be shoring up their defenses and expanding production.¡± ¡°The ¡®barbarians¡¯ are not something that we can dismiss. Likely, we can expect anything from wild beasts to small forces. It is even possible that we come across a solitary unit that is tiers higher than what we should have to deal with. That is one of the reasons I went with Social Interaction. If we could get some of them to join or otherwise help us, it could give us a real boost.¡± Mark nodded. Apparently, the girl had put some thought into things. He remembered seeing it now in the encyclopedia. If the core was threatened they would not be able to build units. Which meant he could not just sit on a pile of MP and build units based on the threat, and if they were to get attacked now then they would die without even getting to put up a fight. All it would take is one person to destroy it. They could sneak up during the night or make a break for it during the day. The pedestal was in the middle of the field, but the clearing was not altogether that big. Someone at his level could probably reach it in 15 to 20 seconds. That was assuming they even needed to approach it. Perhaps they could hit it with projectile weapons from cover. Regardless, he suddenly felt that a small group of goblins guarding it were not going to cut it. Afterall, the morale feature made it clear how much he could trust his units. His guards might be inattentive or fall asleep. His mind was still operating off the strategy games that he used to play. In them you always had a good portion of time before your settlement could be invaded, but now he realized how foolish he was being. A misconception like that could have ended up getting them killed. And when other players came it likely would not be with some inconsequential force. The others had just as much MP to burn through as Amelia had. They could literally build hundreds of low cost units with only 10,000 MP. Without other defenses, his dungeon would likely have to expend an equivalent amount of MP to contest them. ¡°Of course later in the game, there could even be hordes of units that sweep across the land. Just because this is a succession battle does not mean that the other contenders have to be the ones to wipe us out,¡± Amelia added. ¡°Thank you, I feel you may be right. I will go ahead and build some units to guard the core tonight, but what was the end day message you mentioned earlier,¡± ¡°Oh it won¡¯t be much. Likely they will talk about something that is unique to this succession battle and then wish us luck. IIt¡¯s more of a one time thing,¡± Amelia stated dryly. ¡°Hmmm, okay I think I get it. I will revise my ideas. Can we come up with how much MP we will need to set up our camp tonight.¡± Mark had meant it as a subtle, ¡®let''s not spend much more MP than we have two,¡¯ but Amelia had apparently already figured it out. A half hour later they had a tiny hut in the center of the clearing. It was a simple building with one main room and a small bathroom. It was the only building available without the building tech researched. Mark could only guess it was a courtesy for contenders. They could not make the future realm ruler sleep out in the open after all. Nor could they show the future ruler squatting out in the bushes. Nah, they just had them fight to the death with all the others for the people¡¯s enjoyment. Much more civil. In addition they had acquired two cots. Mark¡¯s was a basic army cot with a throw pillow and a light blanket, but Amelia¡¯s cot was at least 3 steps up in comfort and aesthetics. After deciding on their dinner Mark was working with 600 less MP. It had been only 588, but the girl had added a couple of desserts and drinks to even it out. Whatever except for the food, they should not need too much else for a while. Mark once again separated himself to plan how things would go out. Amelia had decided to relax in the hut and read a book. She apparently had access to a whole database, so would not have to worry about having nothing to do. Mark could not quite decipher the girl. She seemed fairly intelligent, so why did she not want to strategize with him? After a few minutes of deliberation he could only come up with one theory. She was clearly interested in how things were progressing and the outcome, so he could only think that it was some sort of coping mechanism with stress. She could not get herself to dwell on the game without considering the real life threat to her life. ¡®Whatever, he kind of liked the prospect of making all the decisions and trying to outwit their opponents. If she could not deal with it, then he would for her. Despite things Mark could not help but feel excited. Developing their dungeon was as exciting as watching his bank account grow. Each decision he made had very immediate results. His engineering job could not even compare. He had worked there for a year. In all that time he had only worked on 3 projects. None of them had even been carried out. The first had been deemed financially unfeasible as the company went in another direction. The second was a couple years out from realization, and he had barely even started on the third. Mark''s smile quickly faded upon receiving the next notice. [ Mark Fields converted 1 DP into 900 MP.] He had been expecting 1,000 MP. A quick check of the encyclopedia revealed the culprit. ¡°Really a conversion fee!¡± Mark could not help but laugh. Could the interface not have warned him? ¡°At least the games he had played had been a lot less petty,¡± he mumbled as he shifted screens. At least he knew now. Since his dungeon was level 1, a 10% fee was charged for every conversion. He could only assume that at level 2 the fee would be even higher. Luckily, only the tech tree required RP. All of the other research options could be paid with either MP or RP as long as there was not a mix of both, so his immediate plans for units would not be affected. However it would put a bit of a damper on him blowing through research. Mark had definitely been planning on pouring MP into RP to research necessary techs once they were established. With only 1 RP a day it would take too long to unlock techs. Mark moved on. He had already done the math and a 100 less MP would not affect his overall plans. At 8 tonight they would have 3,640 MP.He pulled up the units screen and flipped to his goblin branch.
Goblin Branch (more units will be revealed when conditions are met)
Type Base PWR LVL Cost per Unit Cost to Unlock
Green Goblin 0.3 25 MP Base unit
Horned Green Goblin 0.5 70 MP 1,000 MP
Yellow Hob Goblin 0.8 120 MP 2,000 MP
Brown Goblin Legionnaire 1.2 200 MP 3,500 MP
Red Hobgoblin 1.5 350 MP 5,000 MP
He spent 2,000 MP to unlock the yellow hobgoblin. Hobgoblins were far more intelligent then the base green goblin that they started out with. This made them suitable to be mages, but it also would make them good early game troop leaders. The more intelligent the unit the more likely they would be to be able to negotiate with the barbarians. They were also bigger and stronger, so they would be better fighters than the base green goblins. At 120 MP per unit, he would be able to buy some tonight and tomorrow. He would form a guard for the core. Then he would send some out as leaders of green goblin scouting units. He was able to open individual units stats and the green goblins intelligence was horrendous. The yellow hobgoblin was still less than an average person, but they would at least be able to attempt to make use of their specialization. The other upgrade Mark had eyed was a class upgrade. The first level of all the non magic classes cost only 1,000 MP, and each of them gave a 10% boost to a unit¡¯s power level. The power level was an ambiguous metric with a lot of factors. It was not everything. A unit could have a very high power level, but could lack in some areas. With the right match up there was no reason why a unit could not take on another with double or even triple it¡¯s own power level. It was a benchmark, but raising it was obviously beneficial. A class would not make their goblin¡¯s stronger, but it would make them better at the class¡¯s function. For warriors, it meant general use of weapons and basic fighting techniques. Mark had decided to open warrior first. Units could grow with experience. Not only their power level, but in other avenues as well. Battle hardened troops were less likely to lose morale and would make better decisions in battles. Once they had enough MP, Mark would unlock warrior and then buy 4 hobgoblins to guard the core during the night. Mark spent the rest of the afternoon pouring through the screens to glean anything new. Then he joined Amelia for dinner. The end of day message occurred once the sky started to darken. A female voice echoed in his mind. Mark had been anticipating it, but was eventually let down. It was far too wordy. She introduced all of the contenders and what faction they come from. After being mentioned their names would light up on the adversary page, but without other information it did not mean too much for him. All he had were their names and factions. The twist of this succession battle was another matter. Mark was very interested in it, but the accompanying notice that appeared once announced gave a far clearer picture in his opinion. [Welcome to the Age of Dungeon succession battle. Throne contenders are spread out amongst the Endless Bluffs. The Endless Bluffs hold pockets of primal essence. The Essence feature will now be available. Began to discover the wonders of primal essence and use it to tear down your enemies.] Sure enough an Essence tab popped up on his main screen right after the units tab, but It was hard for Mark to get too excited. It sounded cool, but for now iIt was grayed out. There was no restriction notice when Mark inquired about it, so Mark could only guess the criteria was a secret, or¡­ It was in the notice. He would bet the farm that it would be available when they discovered some. Chapter 4: Day 2 Mark carefully stumbled through the dark to the door of the hut. After only a moment of fumbling he found the doorknob. He took one glance back as sunlight peeked in to reveal Amelia¡¯s sleeping form. ¡®Good,¡¯ he had not disturbed her. He carefully closed the door behind him. It was a crisp morning with the sunlight just streaming out from behind a plateau far in the distance. Only about a tenth of their clearing was currently illuminated, with the rest still in shadow. A glance to his right revealed the shade¡¯s still diligently working. Six mined the black crystal coal, while the other two manned the bellows. The two at the manna bellows hardly seemed to be doing anything. A full compression of the bellows took around 10 minutes, and then it took another 5 to refill with air, so their movements were slow. Half the time it looked like they were just leaning against them. Mark had briefly inspected them yesterday and could tell that compressing them would take a lot of force. It would likely take a good sized group of goblins to manage. Then there was the fact that goblins would need rest, and their morale would probably plummet if given the task. It was good that the creators had given them dedicated henchmen to take care of the menial work for the dungeons, or it could have been a real headache to manage. Speaking of the goblins, Mark only had to walk around the hut to see the four he had summoned last night. The four yellow hob goblins were each 4 ? to 5 ft tall. Their skin was similar to a human¡¯s except with an obvious yellow hue. Their faces were more angular down to a pointed chin. They reminded him of representations he had seen of cavemen with a very defined brow ridge above their eyes. Their noses seemed to be the most discernible characteristic for them since they ranged from bulbous to very narrow and sharp. Not one was like the other. They each had arrived with the standard loadout, which was currently a club although some more resembled a policeman¡¯s cudgel on top of their auxiliary equipment of water pouch and sash bag that carried sling, 5 stones, and a food ration. Apparently, unless Mark specified the standard loadout when summoning units, they would arrive with any assortment of the standard weapons available. After noticing the slight difference Mark had queried the encyclopedia and learned that they arrived with weapons that were most suitable for them. Despite having the same attributes and stats, there were differences in personality and preferences. Mark had not delved into it too much last night. He had been too tired. He had simply told them to guard the dungeon core, and what a job they were doing of it, Mark thought when they came into view. Three of them were clearly asleep, snoring faintly. The other was sitting and picking at its big bulbous nose. The creature¡¯s club lay good several feet away. If attackers came it would likely take a good 10 seconds for them to notice and ready themselves. So far the one that was awake had not noticed him. It was clear that he would need to take more measures to keep the core guarded. He brought up one of the hobgoblins screens.
Yellow Hobgoblin 2 (4/125) Warrior lvl 1 (conscript) Power lvl: 0.8 Morale: 48 (content)
Strength 7 Attack: 3 Defense: 2
Endurance 9 Abilities/Skills
Agility 8
Vitality 8
Intelligence 6
Wisdom 4
The goblin did not have a name, just a number after its goblin type name. Right now he had up to 4, but he could build up to 125 with a level 1 dungeon. Evidently, how many units he could have of a single type were limited. A quick check of the encyclopedia showed that the cap was based on a unit''s power level and was a 100 for a level 1 dungeon. Yellow hob goblins had a base power level of 0.8 so he could only build 125. For green goblins, the cap was 333 since their base power level was 0.3. The fact that Mark had given these goblins a warrior class which should have technically brought their power level up 10% to 0.88 when they had been summoned did not factor into the cap. The cap was based on the base power level. Which was good. Otherwise making his units stronger would mean a trade off with how many he could build. It only took a minute for Mark to determine why the power level for the hob goblin¡¯s screen was still at 0.8. The culprit was the word conscript snuck in right behind the warrior class. Mark spent the next minute reading through the encyclopedia about this. All the while wishing he had an actual encyclopedia that he could read through. He was getting really tired of being surprised by something new. He could not read the encyclopedia about a topic unless he first knew to ask about it. Because that would just be too easy. However, this surprise was a welcome aspect of the game as far as Mark was concerned. It delved into a unit¡¯s experience. The levels ranged from conscript, recruit, regular, veteran, and expert. Above expert, there were unique titles that would depend on the unit and what they had been through, but not like he would see one of those soon. There was no indication what it took for units to move from one to another, but the encyclopedia did mention that progression slowed the further they went. For now, Mark was limited to conscripts which actually had a 10% penalty for their power level. In this case the warrior level 1 class negated the penalty. It was a little annoying losing power to a penalty, but the other dungeons would be dealing with it as well. Overall Mark liked the thought of his units having this avenue to grow. Expert gave a 50% bonus to a units¡¯ power level, and there was no telling what a unique title would give. The power level itself was a little ambiguous, but Mark had read through the section in the encyclopedia at least twice yesterday. The main factors seemed to be the unit''s stats, skills, and abilities. The units attack and defense played in slightly less so. A unit with a power level of 1.0 would likely have stats that averaged just below 10 with the other characteristics filling the gap. Attack and defense factored in at a reduced rate, so it was possible for a unit to have a high power level, but also be very vulnerable due with a weak defense. From this Mark determined that a power level was a good estimate of a unit¡¯s capability, but should not be to be completely relied upon. Mark swiped the translucent screen away with a thought, and started moving toward the core. The hobgoblin watch finally noticed him and snapped to his feet, and then less than gently roused his comrades, who were less than thrilled to get up. ¡°Ooow, why do dat,¡± the hobgoblin with the narrow pointy nose said in a nasally voice as he slapped at the offending foot, but then he also noticed Mark and snapped to his feet. The other two likewise grumbled and then fell into place after noticing Mark. ¡°wut plea you matter,¡± the hobgoblin on watch spoke as Mark stopped a few strides in front of them. Mark just stared at them for a moment. Not a very professional bunch. One of the hobgoblins was even scratching his butt while waiting for Mark to give them orders. Not exactly what came to mind when he pictured soldiers, but then again perhaps they would get better with more experience. Right now their morale was sitting at 48. It had been 50 when summoned last night, but Mark guessed that sleeping out in the open without supplies might have contributed. They just wanted him to spend more of his MP. Mark disregarded it for now. They would be considered content as long as their morale was in the 40-59 range. While each number did have an effect, switching categories had the biggest effect. Whatever, it was time to send these hobgoblins out on a mission. ¡°As soon as I¡¯m done speaking, I will be summoning 44 green goblins. Each of you will take charge of 11 and form a patrol. I will send two of you to either side of this plateau to the South of us.¡± Mark indicated the nearest plateau. It was below them on the tactical map, so he was going to go with South. ¡°The other two teams will head to the north. Once you reach that far plateau you will go opposite ways and sweep through the area till you run into the other teams doing the same from the South. Basically I want everything in this valley area in between all of the plateaus to be thoroughly searched. Any questions?¡± Mark asked. At the very least none of them seem confused, facial expression wise. Then again with their grotesque goblin faces, who could tell. Finally, one raised his finger indicating he wanted to ask a question. Mark nodded for him to speak. ¡°wut do, when find sumthin?¡± a bald hobgoblin spoke up. ¡°If you find something interesting, note the location. If you find a threat, you can take it out if you think you are capable of doing so. If not, report back about it¡­¡± Then on an afterthought Mark decided to add. ¡°If you think the threat can be reasoned with, you can try, regardless, send a runner back in case it fails and your squad is wiped out.¡± The bald hobgoblin scratched his head. The others looked similarly slightly confused. Hopefully when he gave these guys their squads and they became sergeants they became smarter. ¡°Okay, I¡¯m going to summon the green goblins now, and let you all sort them out. Once you have your squad I will leave it up to you to decide on which if any you make corporals.¡± With that Mark created 44 green goblins. He decided not to give them a class. It did not seem worth spending an additional 10 MP per goblin when most of the green goblins would likely just be used like fodder. [Mark Fields has summoned 44 green goblins for 1100 MP.]
Green goblin 28 (44/333) (conscript) Power lvl: 0.3 Morale: 50 (content)
Strength 4 Attack: 1 Defense: 0
Endurance 6 Abilities/Skills
Agility 6
Vitality 3
Intelligence 3
Wisdom 2
If you encounter this narrative on Amazon, note that it''s taken without the author''s consent. Report it. Mark stepped back to let the hobgoblins get to work sorting which green goblins they wanted in their squad. What followed would have been hilarious if it were not for the fact that they were his troops. The hobgoblins immediately went through the green goblin ranks picking and prodding at each green goblin they passed. Well ranks were being generous, a rabble was more accurate. The disorganized green goblins were fidgeting around in a clump elbowing others away when they got to close.. Mark did not know what criteria the hobgoblins were using to decide but when they did find one they liked they escorted or forcefully shoved the green goblin out of the clump of others to a spot away from the other hobgoblins. More than once the hobgoblins squabled with each other over a prime candidate. Everything between childish tantrums to bonking the other on the head with their club seemed to be par for the course. Mark would have thought it would hurt, but then remembered reading that the goblin head was several times harder than a human¡¯s head. The hobgoblin swinging the club did not seem to be putting any power behind the strikes, and the recipients of the club str ike hardly seemed affected. So Mark guessed it was normal. The fighting and bickering continued till the last few green goblins were left. Each time a prime candidate was selected, there was one more green goblin in the pile that was better than the others after all. Mark could only shake his head till the sorting was done. He did not have to do anything else for the interface to recognize the squads since he had apparently already declared his intentions. [Mark Fields has formed 4 squads and appointed 4 yellow hobgoblins as their leaders. The 4 yellow hobgoblins have been given the rank of sergeant, and have been given the ability to appoint their own corporals.] Mark assigned which direction each of the squads would go. He had learned his lesson from allowing them to sort through their troops. Last thing he needed was for the hobgoblins to bicker and fight about which direction that they would head. Soon the four squads were heading off into the woods. Mark checked his units tab. He now showed 4 squads each with the 12 members. The hobgoblins each had Sgt in front of their name, and a couple of the green goblins had already been designated as one of their squads 2 possible Cpl. Each of the squad¡¯s morale indicated 60 despite all of the individuals comprising it being at 48 or 50. Just one of the benefits of having military organization. Without Military Organization Mark could have still formed groups, but they would not get any bonuses. The group could also be easily fractured since the individuals each had their own morale and group cohesion was weak.
Troop Troop size Eligible top Rank Benefit
Team 2-4 Corporal (Cpl.) 5% increase to power lvl.
Squad 5-12 Sergeant (Sgt.) 10% increase to power lvl.
Patrol 13-36 Lieutenant (Lt.) 25% increase to power lvl.
Platoon 40-120 Captain (Capt.) 50% increase to power lvl.
Division 150-360 Colonel (Col.) 75% increase to power lvl.
Regiment 450-1200 General 100% increase to power lvl.
Army 1400+ Commander 150% increase to power lvl.
With Military Organization Mark could form companies ranging in size from a team of 2 to 4 all the way to an army that had 1,400 plus. Doing so gave increased morale, since units felt more secure not fighting alone. It also allowed Mark to use the Military Organization¡¯s other feature, ranks. Ranks ranged from a corporal all the way up to commander. A corporal would get 5% added to their power level. A sergeant would get 10%. Then the troops under them would also get an undefined boost that depended on their respect for their leader and other factors. Which was the reason Mark decided to let the hobgoblins choose their own corporals. If he arbitrarily had picked one that was deemed inferior it would lose that undefined boost, bring down morale and have other negative consequences. The ranks would give his forces an edge but it was also a double edged sword. Losing a leader could have severe consequences. In that respect they were like heroes in several games he had played. They had spheres of influence that positively affected the troops around them, but if they were slain the troops could have an adverse reaction. Regardless, it would be foolish not to use the edge that their specialization had gotten them a tier before everyone else. Mark sat down in the grass and spent a few more MP to get something to eat. In a few hours. He examined his interface. They were currently sitting at 485. He planned to summon 4 more hobgoblins, but he would wait till after he was finished eating. He needed a moment to himself. Besides he needed at least 520 MP to buy 4 more hobgoblins with classes. He should have enough in another 20 minutes. ¡°How are we doing?¡± Mark spun toward the soft feminine voice. Amelia was approaching. She was wearing a new outfit than she had the day before. Mark did not even need to look to know where she had gotten it. ¡®Yup there goes another 50 MP,¡¯ Mark grimaced as he examined the notices. She had bought the clothes, some sort of lotion that apparently cleaned and neutralized odors, but at least she had only spent 3 MP on breakfast. She not so subtly held out the lotion bottle and shook it in front of his face scrunching up her nose. Mark belatedly took it and started to rub it up and under his shirt all over his upper body. The lower half would have to wait till later. If it had not cost 17 MP Mark would have really liked it. The lotion sort of fizzed on his skin, and after a few seconds it seemed to evaporate from existence, apparently taking any grime it contacted with it. As an engineer, he felt extremely curious on how it worked. It did not seem to operate under any sound scientific principles that he was aware of. When asked about it, Amelia just shrugged, so it would have to remain a curiosity. The encyclopedia had only detailed its use, not how it worked. Still it was hardly a marvel from a people who could ¡®pooof¡¯ him from his world to here. Once done, Mark debriefed her on the morning events. It was nearly 0800 now, so it had at least been an hour since the squads had departed. She listened while looking curiously at the 4 new yellow hobgoblin guards lounging near the center of the clearing. Mark had relocated after summoning them for obvious reasons. ¡°Thanks for taking over yesterday. I was feeling a bit overwhelmed and couldn¡¯t think straight,¡± Amelia said shyly. ¡°It''s what champions are for,¡± Mark replied dryly. ¡°Are you going to start making me check in with you before doing anything?¡± he then added. ¡°No,¡± she chuckled. ¡°I won¡¯t say I¡¯m incapable, but I don¡¯t think I would do as good a job as you will do. I¡¯ve seen you nerding out over the interface. If you can just keep me apprised, I think that will be enough.¡± she stared off into the horizon and hugged herself with her arms. ¡°This must seem pretty pathetic coming from a woman contending for the throne.¡± Her voice sounded sad. ¡°I wouldn¡¯t say so,¡± Mark said cheerily. ¡°The best thing a leader can do is delegate to capable people. They don¡¯t have time to nerd out about every little thing after all. Just look over there. You don¡¯t see me over there telling the goblins how best to guard the most important thing in our dungeon. They¡¯re bickering and picking at their noses just fine without me.¡± ¡°I might have to reconsider, letting you run things if you classify the goblins as capable people,¡± she replied with a smile spreading across her face. They both then just stood there enjoying the tranquil morning. It did not last long. Five green figures came bobbing out of the woods cursing and bickering at each other. Mark glanced at his tactical map and confirmed that they were five belonging to his dungeon. Luckily or unluckily there was nothing coming after them. Mark flipped to his unit''s page already suspecting what he would find. Sure enough the yellow hobgoblin 4 and seven of the other green goblins were already dead. They were grayed out with a bold line through each of their names. Mark kept his tactical map open in the peripheral of his vision just in case something was following. The green goblins were headed straight toward the core, so Amelia and Mark moved to listen in as they debriefed the hobgoblins. The five were shouting over each other, so what they were trying to say became muddled. Luckily, one of the hobgoblins fixed the issue. ¡®Bonk,¡¯ the hobgoblin clubbed one of the goblins solidly. The other four shut up instantly. It had been much harder Bonk than any of the other times that Mark had witnessed, but he did not need to be concerned. The recipient quickly crawled away and snapped back to his feet. ¡°U say wut hap¡¯d¡± The green goblins were even less intelligible than the hobgoblins. The words were so broken, it might as well have been grunts using slightly different annunciations. The hobgoblin¡¯s seemed to understand well enough, so they translated. ¡°Lil bit¡¯s gag¡¯le fine big cave, wen tacked ba big bear. De hit bear wit lubs but it no oose. Lil bits urry way. Cum back ere.¡± ¡°Okay, I¡¯ll leave these five under your care for now,¡± Mark said walking away. Amelia hurried to catch up looking at Mark with questioning eyes. She had not understood the hobgoblin even a bit. A little princess like her had likely never been around many drunks who slurred their words. It was not quite the same, but close enough.The lil bits appeared to refer to the green goblins. The squad had found a cave and then been attacked by a big bear. These 5 had run away after the leader fell. ¡°It¡¯s not exactly the best of news, but they were gone for over an hour so the bear¡¯s cave should be a couple of miles away. The group came back from the east side of the south plateau, so we will just avoid that area.¡± ¡°Shouldn¡¯t we eliminate the threat,¡± Amelia queried. ¡°Sounds like they were completely mismatched. The bear is probably one of those that is solitary with a high power level, that you mentioned. We might send a hundred goblins at it with clubs and get the same result. It would be better if they had real weapons. Spears to hold it at bay and archers to shoot at it from a far. Something like this is why I chose to start to research crafting first. Even stone tipped spears, hatchets, and arrows would increase their fighting prowess several fold. Not to mention when we get metal weapons,¡± Mark said ruefully. Unfortunately, it was not the only bad news for the day. Two of the goblin parties returned early in the evening. They had reportedly scouted their quadrant with no issues. Mark waited a couple of hours for the last squad to return, but it never did. Eventually he had thought to check the units page. Every member had a line through its name. He queried the encyclopedia. An hour after a unit died outside of their territory, the news traveled automatically back by interface. There was a significant delay equivalent to how long it would take for a unit to slowly walk back to their territory. If it was multiple days away it would delay 8 hours simulating a night¡¯s rest each day. So if he had units die a week out it might take 9 or 10 days for news to get back to him. They would take up a spot among his units till the news populated. It was good that the news eventually came back and they did not just disappear and hang out as missing in action forever, but it was a little annoying that it would take so long. If only they could link with the unit and watch its progression? That was the magic thing for Mark to look up in the encyclopedia. It clearly stated that a single unit or group of units with Military organization could be linked to the dungeon core. Their progress could be watched in real time. However if the unit or group was wiped out or ceased functioning as a unit the link would be lost. Mark felt like he could just strangle the interface or creators, whoever¡­ There was a great feature that they had not even been aware of and their specialization had even given them a leg up over their enemies, and yet they had almost continued on completely clueless. It was frustrating, but Mark was glad to learn of it now. It was almost worth losing the 710 worth of MP the units who had died had cost. Chapter 5: Day 5 The events of day 2 had been a definite wake up call for their dungeon. Their forces were not strong enough due to having severely inferior weapons. Mark had spent the next good bit of MP to improve their defense. Without other options it meant increasing the amount of units and equipping them better. Mark had purchased 8 more yellow hobgoblins to add to the 4 already guarding the core. Then he bought iron tipped spears or iron swords and hide armor for each of them. While the store did not sell steel weapons they did sell a limited amount of iron weapons for a premium. Mark ended up spending 200 MP a piece for the equipment. It was more than the 130 the hobgoblins had cost in the first place, but then, they were likely twice as deadly. With their clubs they basically had to beat their enemies to death. It was probably fine for enemies near their own power level, but for something that far eclipsed them it was not enough. Their strength was not high enough. Even the hobgoblins were weaker than Mark, so for the bear it was probably like getting attacked by a bunch of kids with wiffle bats. They were an annoyance at best, but even with low strength they could be dangerous with the iron weapons. Hopefully, it would be enough if the bear did attack. All in total it had cost 3,440 MP to get his core guard to an adequate point of strength. it was more than a day¡¯s worth of MP once food costs were factored in. They currently had 40 units in total, but Mark was averaging about 50 MP a day giving a little bit extra to keep the two scouting squads'' morale above 40. After their losses, Mark had restricted the two squads to patrolling their immediate vicinity, having them them alternate, so that the squads could always be linked to the dungeon core. It would allow them to see what they saw, and had the added benefit of giving the core guards something to relieve their boredom. They could alert Mark or Amelia if the squad encountered anything. The dungeon guard morale actually stayed right at 50 despite the poor rations. For one thing they did not have to do anything, but that had not been enough for the 4 he left guarding the core the first night. Mark could only guess it was because he left the 5 extra green goblins under their purview. Squad size was limited at 12 units, so Mark had designated them reserves. In reality they became the core guards, errand boys, and a good place to take out their frustrations on. Mark felt bad for them, but the green goblins seemed to take it instride as natural. Their morale had dropped, but not overly much. They were still all in the 40¡¯s. Of course there were only 4 reserves now. One of the squads lost one of their green goblins in a ravine? Mark had never quite got it clarified what exactly had happened. It had basically set them back a day of production, but Mark was far more confident that the core was at least minimally secure. Well, as long as the hobgoblins saw a threat before they reached it. Once again they were not the most attentive bunch. Early on the 5th morning, he had bought the 2nd manna bellows and now their daily production was up to 4,080. After the 1,000 MP to buy another 2 shade workers, he had 1,050 left. They could have had another couple hundred, but Amelia was averaging close to 100 MP a day. Mark could only sigh, he was only spending about 20 for himself, and he thought the food he was getting was just fine. It was only about 0900 now, so he would probably be able to buy the 3rd manna bellow tomorrow just before noon. Then later in the day he would man it with two more shade workers. They would start day 7 at max production and he would be able to shift MP to RP and finish up crafted weapons accepting the 10% exchanging fee. Mark was still thinking about whether to research foraging or building next. Foraging would probably almost get rid of the unit costs. It would also increase their morale if they were able to eat fresh meat. However researching buildings would open up options. The downside is he would need units that could actually do the building. It was not like the hobgoblins would do a good enough job. Or he would have to buy the buildings outright, which he was sure cost a premium. He was also considering opening another branch of the humanoid tree. Kobolds were more intelligent than goblins and were the cheapest other option at 10,000 MP. The downside was they had less martial prowess even than the goblins, so it would not really be helpful later on. It would be better to open gnolls, lizardman, or orcs, but they cost 25,000 and 30,000 for the lizardman. They would be better on all fronts, but it would basically mean a week of saving all of their MP for that purpose. Had Mark known what was approaching their dungeon, he would not have been as worried about it. ¡°Both big goop poaching,¡± one of the hobgoblins yelled running up to him. The rest of the core guard and the squad that had been off duty were already forming up at the far side of the field. Mark could already make out figures moving through the trees in front of them. Checking his tactical map, Mark saw his other squad seemingly being escorted back by about 30 red dots. ¡°How did they get so close, without us knowing,¡± Mark cried in alarm, looking at the hobgoblin that had brought the news. All he got in response was a shrug and big toothy grin. Mark sighed, forcing himself to calm down. Mark knew the answer but thought he would check anyway. It was as he thought. He was unable to purchase units since the core was under threat. They would either deal with this group with what they had, or they would die. Luckily, it did not seem like a full on attack. The figures separated from the trees and Mark was to glean that they were Gnome Brawlers. Power levels ranged from the low 1¡¯s to over 2. Mark knew gnome was the race, so brawler was either the type of gnome or perhaps a class. It was not clear he had not gotten to identify enemies before. Mark soon positioned himself slightly in front of his goblin troop. He caught a glance of Amelia, hugging on to the side of the hut. There was not really a way for her to be safe anyways with her dungeon core sitting in the middle of the field. Mark quickly sized up the opposite force who had his goblin squads hands bound loosely with rope. With slightly greater numbers, higher power levels, and better armament, they would probably roll right through his forces. Mark felt like doing a facepalm. To think he had considered his core fairly safe with the rabble of troops gathered behind him just a few minutes ago. Mark also silently wished for bad things to happen to the creators, for letting a barbarian force like this to exist so early in the battle. It was still the first week. Perhaps he should have built at least one level of his dungeon and then made it a death trap, Mark considered while waiting for the gnome leader to step out. The only upside was that this was a barbarian force and not one of their enemies armies. Diplomacy was still an option, it was time for their specialization to shine. A quick scan of the encyclopedia entry on gnomes revealed that they were an industrious race that loved to explore and discover new things. It even mentioned they would trade exuberant amounts of wealth to sate their curiosity. Another excerpt said that they were not prone to violence, unless antagonized. The gnomes were each about 4 feet tall and muscular. All of them had hair that jutted out from their gilded skin and a wild gleam in their eyes. The leader stepped out, his body was covered in iron plating, and he carried a war hammer with a spike on the backend. Like the majority of the gnomes he was bald on the top of his head, but had white hair on the sides that almost reminded Mark of the friar look from the medieval ages. His beard was tucked inside his armor. Mark noted his power level at 2.6. ¡°Who here speaks for this lot? I, Cedrick Holmsturg, am calling¡± the gnome leader said. His eyes were already focused on Mark. ¡°My name is Mark. I am the leader,¡± Mark said, doing his best to sound confident. The gnomes might win the fight, but they would likely lose at least a few attacking. Hopefully, this gave him some room to bargain. ¡°We found this lot sneaking about, near our village,¡± Cedric said, shifting the hammer menacingly. Mark shot a glare at the hobgoblin leader. Who offered an apologetic toothy grin in response. What part of patrol near their territory had the goblin group misunderstood? They should have at least pulled back when they saw the village before getting caught. Could they not have just fought to the death? Of course not, they had apparently immediately surrendered since all of them were accounted for and not dead. Then they had the audacity to bring them back to the dungeon¡¯s doorstep. The encyclopedia mentioned that gnomes were not a violent race unless antagonized. Apparently the goblins had been batting at a beehive. As he often did, Mark felt like strangling the infuriating creatures, but it was not like he could do it now. Plus it might not really have much of an effect. Abusing each other seemed to be part of their societal norms. ¡°I apologize for the misunderstanding this has caused. We are building a settlement here, and they were just scouting the surrounding area. We did not mean to encroach near your village, but now that we have met, perhaps we can come to an agreement and strive for amicable relations. Perhaps trade or mutual support???¡± Mark offered, his eyes blinking. He had said it, but it was not really his style. It was more politician-like, did their specialization affect him too? ¡°Misunderstanding my arse, they were trying to steal some of our sheep!¡± Cedrick exclaimed. The foraging tech was required to recover resources such as food from the wild. Mark could only guess that the interface interfered with the unit''s ability to do so until the tech was researched, but there was nothing to prevent the use of domesticated animals or in this case raiding. Domestication was another tier 1 research on the list after all. Apparently the interface had let the goblins know that the sheep were fair game. ¡°Not ur ship, we fund ship folickin n feel¡¯d,¡± the captured hobgoblin stammered resolutely. Some of the green goblins muttered in agreement, not that Mark could really understand them. Mark shot the hobgoblin a look to indicate he was not helping. The bulbous nose goblin just responded with a toothy grin, making Mark sigh. It was kind of ironic that the units he had built for protection were going to be the death of them. Stolen content alert: this content belongs on Royal Road. Report any occurrences. ¡°I apologize for my subordinates uh¡­ lack of cognisance. I can assure you it won¡¯t happen again. We can pay back in trade for any damage they did before you caught them,¡± Mark suggested. He had wanted to apologize for the goblin¡¯s existence in general. ¡°Trade, what could we possibly want from this rabble,¡± he said examining their camp. ¡°You got what, one building, a shiny gem¡­Ahhhh, kinda outta place when you think of it. Perhaps it would be better off elsewhere,¡± Cedrick said, eyeing the dungeon core across the field. ¡°I¡¯m afraid that would be impossible,¡± Mark stated shifting nervously. The gnome leader turned his eyes back on Mark and they narrowed. He bounced the end of his hammer up and down on the palm of his other hand a couple times. He was likely deciding whether to just take it by force. Mark¡¯s mind scrabbled. It was not like they actually had anything to trade. Well he could buy stuff from the store. Mark¡¯s eyes shifted back through all the gnomes. They were all utterly filthy with dirt and grime covering their faces. It gave him an idea. They might not really care about hygiene, but it did say they liked to explore and discover new things. ¡°We can¡¯t move the core, because it''s bound to this section of land and to myself and another. As long as it''s here we are able to do this,¡± Mark said. The evaporating bath scrub, as the system had called it, appeared in his hand. The bottle appeared out of nowhere and slightly alarmed the gnome leader who stepped back unconsciously, but after a second his eyes stared at it curiously. Mark bent down and got some earth and spread it on his skin. Soon after the scrub was foaming on his arm. A half minute later his arm was clean. The leader had watched it all curiously, the head of his hammer, now lying in the dirt. A gnome female broke ranks and came and whispered in his ear. The rest of the gnomes whispered amongst each other as well. They were definitely interested. Mark watched the exchange, it quickly became clear that the red headed female gnome was likely the leader¡¯s wife. ¡°Sure it''s interesting, but who knows what intentions they harbor¡­ Sure, they¡¯re not a threat now but¡­ Well how should I know, he pulled it from thin air¡­Maggie!¡­¡± Cedrick¡¯s expression slowly turned defeated. ¡°Aye, we are interested in studying the liquid that comes out of that container,¡± Cedrick finally sighed. ¡°We will agree to your terms of trade and mutual support.¡± With that all the tension just absolved, and Mark got a notification. [An alliance between the Holmsturg clan has been established. The clan is interested in the mysteries behind the evaporating bath scrub, and the clan offers one technology in return for five bottles. You have the choice between Buildings and Metal Casting. Since you do not have the prerequisites, Basic Minerals will be exchanged for Metal casting. Do you accept the terms of this alliance? Yes/No] Mark could not believe that had worked, or that they got offered something worth 10,000 in exchange for 85 MP. He quickly mentally said yes, and selected buildings. Four more bottles appeared. Mark did not miss that he had basically just learnt how to get metal weapons. Mark was interested in it for sure, but he did not know if he would even be able to research metal weapons after getting basic minerals. He had a suspicion that it might be a Tier 2 research option, so Mark went for the quick benefit now. Besides cost wise basic minerals and buildings cost the same. That being said, why should the benefits stop there? Why not see if he could convince some of the gnomes to work for him, or perhaps build weapons and armor for them. Even if he unlocked crafting, metal weapons were far superior, and their dungeon was likely months out from being able to produce them on their own. They were industrious and curious. Being around a dungeon core should be more than enough to amaze them. The goblin squad was freed and both groups meandered off while Mark spoke to Cedrick. The red headed gnome woman had already scooped up the bath scrub and was already testing it out amidst a huddle of other gnomes. It was a little odd since they had been a step or two from open battle just a minute ago, but Mark supposed it was an intricacy of the interface. He spent the next half hour speaking and negotiating to Cedrick. He could not get the gnome leader to even consider trading weapons or armor. Which made sense, who would willingly equip another force that they had just met. Getting some gnomes to work for the dungeon had been readily agreed to, however. It just took them a bit to negotiate the terms of the employee. [10 gnomes from the Holmsturg clan have agreed to build for your dungeon. You have agreed to feed and provide all the drinks the gnome can want. Gnomes will have free reign to explore your settlement including the dungeon core. They will defend themselves when personally threatened, but will not aid in your conflicts.] Cedrick left with his war band soon after. The promised builders would arrive later in the day. Mark felt satisfied with the deal. The gnomes would really only protect themselves, if the dungeon was attacked, but attackers would not know that they were not a part of the dungeon. So hopefully they would very easily be pulled into an engagement when the dungeon was attacked. If the builders were even half the strength of the members of the warband, then they would still be better than the dungeon¡¯s best troops. Unfortunately, that afternoon he learned that he should have at least pushed back a little bit on all the food and drinks that the builders could drink. Mark had missed the part in the encyclopedia that gnomes were avid eaters and drinkers. The gnomes had arrived only a couple hours after the war band and immediately demanded ale and food. Mark had provided a large wooden keg and food while he examined the buildings that were available. Despite the excitement of the new tech, he had become embroiled in other things, namely dealing with the goblins, not that his tirades would have any lasting effect for them. Only a couple hours later the gnomes returned for another keg. Mark could only frown as he spent another 100MP to buy a second keg. Mark could not say much since the gnomes were briskly working to secure lumber for whatever project he decided to put them on. They already had felled several trees. Several gnomes were working to strip them from their limbs while other gnomes were hacking away at the next tree. It looked like a smooth operation, so Mark could only grimace at what it would cost to keep them. Perhaps the gnome leader had sent them here to prevent having to feed them himself. Mark went back to looking through his building options. Alot of them were still grayed out. Mark could only assume that they required other techs to be researched or other conditions to be met, but there were still plenty to choose from. It was apparent that the options were focused on dungeon improvement and the succession battle and not being a realistic functioning community. Buildings were all meant to serve a purpose, giving a bonus or preventing a penalty. What he really wanted was walls even if they were wooden. They would increase the security of their dungeon substantially, but it would likely take a week to even build a minimal encirclement just around the pedestal with only 10 workers despite how fast they were moving. Walls were only really useful if all his defenders could fight from within. Just building something around the dungeon core, would mean attackers would just kill all of the defenders and get to the core anyways. Besides, soon he would use his DP to buy the first level of the dungeon which would prevent enemies from getting to it as easily. He would eventually want walls to protect the opening of his dungeon, but it could wait. A barracks would be good. All summoned units would start at the recruit level, which would mean he would never deal with the 10% conscript penalty again. The encyclopedia even hinted at greater improvements in the future. However, Mark had one more option that would be more beneficial. The research building promised an extra RP just for being built. There were a dozen tier 1 research options on the tech tree. Perhaps more since the interface did not mind hiding options till conditions were met, but the tech tree was not the only thing that could be unlocked with RP. Opening more unit trees and branches was something Mark wanted badly. Otherwise he would be left depending on the goblins. Then there were also unit enhancements, which for now were just classes, and they had barely touched them. All of these would only only become more expensive as their dungeon progressed. Sure they could use MP without converting for all of these except the main research tree, but MP was also being pulled in every other way. Doubling their daily RP just for building it was definitely worth it. Plus like the barracks it offered the prospect of future increases. An extra RP was far better than getting rid of the experience penalty for their units. Besides it was not like his units could all of the sudden become capable with a small boost. The research building would cost 12,000 MP to build if they wanted to build it through use of the interface, but they had the gnomes for that. As soon as he had decided to go with the research building the plans had apparently been sent via the interface to the gnome''s minds, because when Mark approached the gnome foreman, I¡¯Rick, he already knew all the specifics. ¡°Just sit back on ur¡¯ arse and leave it ta me,¡± the leader said offhandedly. When asked about a timeline to completion the foreman estimated at least a couple weeks. Mark let him back to it slightly frustrated. It might cost them about as much MP to keep these gnomes going as it would take to just build the buildings using the interface, but then again the gnomes had slowed down after starting the second keg. Perhaps the first few hours had just been an initial rush for free drinks. Then there was the notice about using the interface to build buildings. [Building¡¯s made without use of the interface have a high chance of developing other benefits. Benefits will depend on the builders and resulting quality.] It was intriguing. Even if it ended up costing about the same in providing for the gnomes, hopefully the gnome built buildings could give potential other benefits. Mark could not even guess what benefits they would get if he had his goblins attempt to build anything. Maybe it would actually result in a penalty. Mark chuckled as he imagined the notice. Research building provides extra RP, all technologies now cost double what they initially had to do to poor research quality in your dungeon. Yeah, it would probably be something like that. The next moment he received an actual notice and the smile dropped from his face. [Notice: Contender, Rassick Eurish, has been eliminated by another contender. Contender has been given a unique reward. Contenders remaining 34/35] Geez!!! Somebody had just been eliminated. They were still in the first week, but then Mark remembered this morning with the gnome warband. It could have played out differently. There could have been 2 of these notices today, and who''s to say when someone would march in with an army that cost 10¡¯s of thousands of MP. Then there was the unique reward. Who could say what it was, but was sure it would be good. They could not turtle inside their dungeon forever, otherwise they would be unable to contend with other dungeons. Unfortunately, that was not the only ¡®all contender notice¡¯ sent out on day 5. Less than an hour later there was a second. [Notice: The don¡¯t wow primitives with cool stuff patch has now been made on the interface. Going forward, contenders will no longer be able to use the store function when their dungeon is under threat, and cool futuristic technology provided for the contenders comfort can no longer be used to negotiate with third parties.] Amelia looked at him with alarm, but a quick glance at the adversaries page still had the gnome clan as an ally. The transaction had been completed, hopefully they would not want more of the bath scrub. Mark had to admit, it was pretty funny that they had done something to require the creators to make a patch. Chapter 6: Day 6 The day had hardly started, yet Mark was already massaging his temples as he dealt with the newest of problems. Of course it had to do with the goblins although they were not the only headache. For only 10 gnomes, Mark was anticipating losing about 600 MP a day, so much for the increased production from the new manna bellows. Then he had to add another 170 MP for the goblins, his, and Amelia¡¯s average daily needs. The problem was that it was about to go up. The Goblin morale had dropped in the night, quite a few of them into the unhappy range from 20-39. Sure he had been riding the bottom line of the content range, but they had been fine with a little careful maneuvering of a little bit extra food split between them all. The only difference was of course the gnomes, or more correctly the goblins being able to see the gnomes drinking all of the ale they could want. Then like children seeing another kid getting candy when they weren¡¯t, the bellyaching and tantrums had started. Mark had awoken to see the morale drop, and through utilization of what he called the spy feature, a feature that allowed him to zoom in spy on any location in their territory, he figured out the problem. Then just like an adult dealing with a child throwing a tantrum, Mark acquiesced in order to shut them up. He was not giving them what the gnome¡¯s got, but the lowest quality stuff the store would sell at 18 MP compared to the 75 MP that he was buying for the gnomes. Description went something along the lines of ¡®tastes like piss, but it''s still alcohol.¡¯ Mark of course had sold it saying, ¡®That they had been working hard, so he had decided to reward them with 2 kegs a day.¡¯ He left it up to them to ration it amongst themselves. It was enough for each of them to get 3 or 4 drinks, but he doubted they would share it that fairly. As long as they were grumbling against and bonking each other, it was business as normal. Their morale had already gone back to being content, so it would do for now. Mark switched his mind to something that was actually important and checked his MP. It was just after 10 and they were currently sitting at 4,208. Theoretically, he could still buy and man the final manna bellows today, but he was questioning whether he should. The day before had been another gut check on how ill prepared their dungeon was. Problem was, if he really wanted to feel secure then he would have to increase their unit count several fold, something he was hoping to only do once crafting was researched. Not only would the units start with stone tipped weapons they would also be able to fashion their own. Whereas units built before crafting was researched would be as useless as ever. Mark could have reinforced earlier, but he guessed he had subconsciously downplayed the risk in order to advance them faster. It was a risk he had been willing to take, thinking he had a little more time before dungeon destroying forces, but yesterday he had encountered a barbarian force that could wipe them out and saw a notice of another player that likely could have done so had they been the unlucky target. It frustrated Mark, but the third bellows could wait till tomorrow. He currently only had 2 classes that he could afford, archer and scout, but Mark dismissed that direction. Without crafted weapons tech completed, any goblins summoned would get their bonus to slings, which would not do much good in his opinion. Scout would be nice, perhaps his units would stop bumbling into threats, but Mark guessed that was expecting a little too much. Warrior lvl 2 cost 5,000 MP, same as mage and healer lvl 1, so they were all out for the foreseeable future. There were 3 more goblin options that he could unlock, but the 2 that he was interested in cost 5,000 and 7,000 MP so they would have to wait. The horned goblin option only cost 1,000 but their power level was less than the yellow hobgoblin, so it was not worth it for now. They did have a power level of 0.5. They would make better troops than the green goblin but they also cost 65 MP, so he would not be able to buy as many especially after unlocking them. Mark was still contemplating, when he saw 10 bobbing figures exit the woods from the far side of the clearing. There was a brief moment of panic, but it quickly went away after checking the Tactical screen. However 2 of the green goblins were dead. ¡°What is it now?¡± Mark said, moving to intercept them. It was the nasally sounding hobgoblin squad. Nasal himself skidded to a stop in front of Mark. ¡°Thir, we faught sum nolls. I loss sum lil bits, butt we gave em a beatin an, so de run oft,¡± The hobgolin said, flashing the familiar toothy grin. ¡°So did you kill any?¡± Mark asked. ¡°Uh¡­ wel no¡­ de scurred. Run oft, fore we get dere.¡± Mark sighed. They had probably fled since they were outnumbered, but not before killing two of the goblins. Unless the goblins had fallen in a ravine or something. Who could tell ¡°How many of them were there?¡± Mark asked. The hobgoblin started looking at his fingers to try and determine. ¡°Nevermind.¡± If they ran away from the goblins it was likely a small party. They had likely dropped two goblins from range. ¡°How far were you from here when you ran into them?¡± ¡°Happ¡¯n juss on dat hill o¡¯er dere,¡± the hobgoblin pointed to a hill to the Northeast. It was the same quadrant the scouting party had disappeared on day 2. The hill was higher in elevation than the clearing, and there were several bare patches that would allow them to have an unobstructed view of the clearing from there. Regardless, whether they had seen their camp, fighting with goblins might be enough to make them scout more. It would only be a matter of time before a force could come to attack. Amelia had already noticed and joined Mark as he made his way over to the gnomes. The gnome village was east of their camp, so was south of the gnolls. They might not help, but they would know something. ¡°What are we going to do?¡± she asked, falling into step beside him. ¡°I don¡¯t think we have much of an option. Assuming, I did not mishear we are dealing with gnolls.¡± Amelia nodded. The gnoll branch had been an option for them to unlock since day 1. They were hyena human hybrids with stats likely equal to or greater than an average human. Their character description went along the lines of highly volatile and highly aggressive to those they deemed weaker than them. Which in this case, their dungeon was. Regardless, the highly volatile part did not lead Mark to think that they could ever be good neighbors like the gnomes. First Mark needed as much information as they could get. ¡°I¡¯rick! What can you tell me about the gnolls to the north of you guys.¡± The gnome had been bent over the trunk of a tree removing branches with a saw. He stood up and rubbed his chin for a good moment before talking. ¡°A down right nasty bunch. Luckily, it''s been a good while since, we last scuttle with em.¡± ¡°Can you tell me anything else? How many of them are there? Or where their campsite is?¡± Mark interrupted. ¡°Well,¡± the gnome scratched the top of his head. Which was bald like most of the other gnomes. ¡°I¡¯d reckon there would be about 70 or 80 in the camp to the north of us.¡± he indicated a general direction. ¡°I don¡¯t suppose there''s a chance I would be able to get your guy¡¯s chief to agree to help us with them?¡± Mark posed. ¡°Less than likely,¡± I¡¯Rick stated soundly. ¡°We¡¯ve got to the point where those bugger¡¯s mostly leave us alone. Doesn¡¯t matter if we wiped them out. There are always more of em. We help you and all of a sudden they are back to raiding us. Trick is you got to make them respect you,¡± I¡¯Rick said going back to his work. Mark nodded before ambling off with his thoughts. It sounded like the gnomes would be less than willing to help, and he was slightly hesitant to approach the gnome leader anyways since he no longer had the ability to give them bath scrub. It was better to not open another can of worms. ¡°So are we going to attack them?¡± Amelia queried. ¡°We will have to do the math to see if we could even stand a chance. We would need at least double their number, but I would like triple if we could manage it. I think regardless we will have to bottom out our MP soon to even contend. It''s just a shame, because we don¡¯t have crafting yet.¡± The hobgoblins don¡¯t have the standing or clout to appoint higher than sergeant, so right Mark was limiting them to squads. Mark did the math, to form up 12 more squads. He would just need 131 green goblins considering the 3 spares, and he figured out he could build 7 yellow hobgoblins. He could take 5 from the core guard and replenish their number by this evening. That would give them a force of 168 goblins to send against the gnolls. It might not do the trick, but it would at the very least weaken them enough to prevent them from performing a counter attack. By this time tomorrow they could send another force of 10 or 11 squads, and do the same the day after. As many as it would take. He could build as many goblins as they wanted provided enough time had passed. It was better to attack away from their base because in a defeat at home the gnolls would take their time to mend their wounds and reinforce their camp. If Mark built the troops and played defensive, if victorious, the gnolls would wipe them out. No, Mark¡¯s idea was to wipe them out with the goblin wave technique. Although watching their bobbing and disorderly march into the woods, Mark was wondering just how many waves it would take. Support the creativity of authors by visiting the original site for this novel and more. Fourteen squads departed the village before 1100. According to the estimated location, it would take 4 or 5 hours for them to reach it. Mark had instructed them to rest prior to the attack and and then to attack from 2 sides. He figured 2 commands should be simple enough. Mainly he wanted them to at least rest for a bit prior to combat to ensure they were not exhausted during the attack, but he would see what they would do. Amelia and Mark were sitting in chairs well away from the dungeon core. A large viewing screen hung over the orb. It was well into the afternoon, when the goblins reached the gnoll encampment. It was not much, just a bunch of tents made of hide. There was an earthen bulwark encircling a camp. It was not high, just 3 feet, but it would still be effective since the green goblins were only a half foot taller. The hobgoblins are only a foot taller than that. Unsurprisingly, the goblins had ignored Mark¡¯s order to rest. In their excitement upon seeing the encampment they immediately started their approach. It was not like the gnolls would be surprised. Even from a distance, Mark could see them preparing as best they could. Fifteen minutes later a green tide surged across the 500 foot open field surrounding the encampment. In true goblin fashion the hobgoblins led from the back, hollering for the ¡®lil bits¡¯ to ¡®go fasser.¡¯ Now that they were close enough Amelia found that she could move and adjust the point of view all the way up to the boundary of the encampment.. It was not like it would provide any advantage since they could not inform their troops. It did allow Mark to make out the gnolls'' weaponry. Stone tipped arrows and spears lined the wall. Amelia scrolled back up to a top view after one of the gnolls gave a preparatory command. The goblins had crossed half of the distance and into firing range. They watched the first volley fly in a high arc, little black shafts slowly reached their peak and then started back down. The goblins shrieked in dismay when the arrows fell. However it was not like they were packed in next to each other. There was a lot of empty space for arrows. It looked like only two unlucky goblins were left behind as the mass surged forward. The next volley was straight at the goblins who had closed the distance. Still only a half dozen more goblins went down. Then the goblins smashed into the embankment. Now the battle truly began, but Mark could immediately see the battle was not going anywhere. The goblins had a hard time getting over the embankment. Any who did were immediately killed, which actually caused the goblins to stop trying. They did still try to attack with their clubs, but reaching over the embankment they had no power and the gnolls were able to avoid. Still Mark could not say that the goblins were not easily dissuaded. A good handful retreated from the wall and started using their slings. There was some effect. There were several hits, but without a critical blow the slings were really more of an annoyance. Eventually some of the gnolls took back to shooting arrows and the slingers instantly shrank forward back toward the wall. The goblins more than outnumbered the gnolls 2 to 1, but they were bunched up so the gnolls were able to keep them from crossing. The gnolls however were not just holding the wall, they were carefully skewering any goblin unable to get out of the way intime. Ten minutes of this had passed, and surprisingly there were still plenty of goblins. Mark at least could commend their self preservation skills. Their small wiry bodies were already hard to hit from behind the wall for the gnolls, but the goblins were also dancing away from thrusts. Still Mark could make out a good 30 bodies. It would only be a matter of time. That was when Amelia noted something and zoomed the screen out further. The figures became indiscernible, but that was when Mark noticed what looked like 2 squads worth of goblins slamming into the encampment from behind. ¡°When did those squads break off,¡± Amelia queried. Mark shrugged he had no clue. Their link was attached to one of the goblin squads on the frontal assault and there were so many goblins anyways he hadn¡¯t noticed. It looked like there were only 3 gnolls defending the opposite side. All the rest had been drawn to the frontal assault. If they had attacked from another side or earlier the gnolls would have probably still had presence of mind to notice and would have reinforced in time, but now they were so absorbed in what was basically shooting fish in a barrel. They were making high pitch yelps as they enjoyed thrusting their weapons at the diminutive figures. They failed to notice, despite the noise from the short battle that occurred on the other side of the camp. For once the goblins had done something right, not that Mark believed it was entirely intentional. It had taken them this long to go around the encampment. Still they had somehow gone unnoticed during the encirclement so he would give them the win. The 3 gnolls fell quickly. They had killed an equal amount of green goblins but fell to the swarm. Now if the goblins would attack from behind the battle would surely get interesting, but of course that was a bit too much to expect from them. ¡°Oh on!¡± Amelia exclaimed. ¡°They¡¯re attacking the non-combatants.¡± Amelia looked to Mark horrified. Instead of attacking the enemy force from behind the 2 goblin squads were ¡®whooping¡¯ in and out of tents. Screams were cut silent from within. Mark gave her an apologetic shrug. There was nothing they could do. Internally, Mark was stewing about the goblins. The gnolls were going to be really pissed off now, and would likely perform a counterattack immediately after winning, so much for the goblin wave theory. Mark would have to steal from their DP reserves in order to stop them, hopefully that would be enough. The gnolls at the front of the encampment noticed the onslaught happening from within and over half the force surged backwards barking ferociously. Those 2 goblin squads were done. However, their absence left just about 25 gnolls to contend with the goblin horde at their doorstep, and just on cue the green shapes swapped from darting away to angrily scrambling over the side of the embankment. A dozen were killed within seconds but several dozen more had made it within. Mark noticed 12 yellow larger shapes approaching the embankment. The hobgoblins were making their move. By the time the hobgoblins were over the embankment the 25 gnolls were fighting at least 2 goblins a piece quite ferociously. The goblins were more of nuisances dancing in and out of range. If Mark did not know better he would have thought it was all some clever tactic. The hobgoblins were slipping in and attacking the gnolls who were holding their own 2 to 1. It started slowly. Gnolls started falling. The hobgoblins dealing the finishing blows. When the gnoll focused on the hobgoblins forcing them back, the green goblins moved in, punishing their legs and back with their clubs. ¡°They¡¯re all such opportunists!¡± Mark exclaimed incredulously. The 25 gnolls were decimated with only a scant 1 or 2 able to last long enough for the gnolls who had returned to their camp to realize the danger. They had been in a frenzy while finishing off the 2 squads that had killed the women and children. Not only were there now 75 goblins standing uncontested at the front of their encampment. Well over half now were brandishing better weapons and more were finding some every minute. Not only had they picked them up from the fallen, but the gnolls had also stashed a good deal of spear weapons behind their battle line to use if their weapons broke or were lost. There was a brief pause as the gnolls awoke from their stupor. They then glared for several seconds before throwing themselves headlong at the goblins, their frenzied state returning. There was no retreat or willingness to give quarter. Soon either only the goblins or the gnolls would remain. The odds were better than they were before. There were about 75 goblins left compared to 30 gnolls. The first thing Mark noticed was that the hobgoblins dispersed themselves back into the green goblin ranks. Most of the gnolls had zeroed in on them since they were the biggest target to take out their fury on. This resulted in the gnoll force slamming hard into the goblin center. Well slamming was not quite right, since the goblins fled under certain death. The gnolls were quickly dispersed again chasing after their own marks. It quickly became clear that If the gnolls had stayed together they would have certainly won. However it quickly turned into 3 or 4 goblins attacking 1 gnoll. While the other gnolls were chasing down solitary goblins. The gnolls started to drop. The solitary goblins were soon caught and were hacked to bits. The gnolls dealt 5 or 6 times as many blows to the goblins then required to kill them. There was a clear point where Mark realized they would win. There were nearly 50 goblins left and the gnolls had maybe 15 and they were all scattered and tired. They had expended extra energy throughout the battle hacking at dead bodies or chasing after lone goblins. The lone goblins were eventually caught and killed, but they had made the gnolls work for it by sprinting around the camp. However, the 15 did not retreat. They fought till the end, killing half the goblins with their savagery. The battle was won, but neither Mark or Amelia cheered despite the cheering core guard. It was a bit sickening for them both. Although the only part that really affected Mark was that he had known some of the participants in the battle despite not really liking them. If he had not it would have just been like watching the movie. Mark steadied Amelia as he watched the goblins on screen cheer. Luckily, there were even a couple of hobgoblins among them. Most of them had been singled out by the gnolls, so 2 surviving was a welcome surprise. Then Mark noticed a green shape come from off screen, so he took charge of the video and zoomed out. Sure enough just behind that lone green goblin, 4¡­ no 5 others stood back up and then rushed into the camp. Mark laughed and rolled his eyes. Apparently, 6 of the green goblins had resorted to playing possum when things were getting rough. They really had no shame. They were joining in the cheering with those that had actually fought. The cheering only lasted so long before the goblins started scouring the camp for goods. Mark had not given them any direction about loot, but it looked like he would not need to. They would take everything they could carry. The gnoll bodies were no exception. There were about 35 goblins left and they would all have armor after today. After 5 minutes they had apparently all amassed their personal take and started working together. Soon tents were coming down and used as containers for more goods to be shoveled in. They were not going to leave a single thing that was useful. Mark would not have to send another force to scavenge, provided they were able to carry it all. ¡°Come on, let''s look at the notifications,¡± Mark said finally, pulling Amelia away. They did not need to watch the goblins strip the camp bare. They retreated to the hut. It was dark inside with the sun already hanging low on the horizon, so Mark turned on the electric lamp. They sat on Amelia¡¯s cot and Mark pulled up the notices for both of them to see [Congratulations your forces have successfully won their first battle. Through their experience and use of crafted weapons your dungeon has learned the crafting tech.] Great, Mark thought. He had wasted all the RP to learn crafting, and all he had to do was secure a good amount of them for his troops. Although Mark was certain it would not have worked if he had tried that. Still he would not be angry about not having to spend another 4 days or MP to finish out the skill. [Notice: You will receive a portion in MP of all enemies defeated outside your territory provided you win the battle. You have received 858 MP.] It was not much. It would not even come close to replacing the MP he had expended to perform the battle, but it was nice to get some of it back. All in all it was a successful day. Chapter 7: Day 7 It was slightly colder than normal when Mark awoke. For once he was glad that Amelia had gotten the space heater earlier in the week. If it were up to him, he would have just kept on suffering. Although likely for not too much longer since the temperatures would be getting warmer soon as they got deeper into the spring months. The battle had started at the beginning of the first spring month. The succession battle was now on day seven, the final day of the 1st week. Just like the 24 hour time of day, weeks matched up to those on earth, as did the number of months. The months were split into sets of three coordinating with the seasons. Mark guessed some things were just universal. Although the months were all precisely 28 days, or 4 weeks per month, leading to only 336 days in total. Which meant despite Amelia''s claims of being almost 17 she was somewhere around 15 years old days wise in his frame of reference. However there was another major difference. She would live for 4 to 5 hundred years old, which no matter how he figured the days meant she would live to be hundreds of years old assuming they lived that long. Most of the other players were many decades older than both of them, although there was a cut off to prevent the succession from having to occur too frequently. Mark considered that Amelia might be a slightly different species genetics wise, and perhaps he was too. Mark tried not to think about what might come after the succession battle since he wanted to focus on winning it, but according to Amelia he would live for just as long now. Apparently, it was normal for champions to accompany their liege throughout their rule. They did garner a lot of respect for helping win the battle after all. Mark guessed that would not be too bad since he would not be sent back to earth. At least he would have somewhere to go. Mark glanced over at her cot on the other side of the hut. There was only about 5 feet in between them since the hut was not too big. It was empty, and she was not in the bathroom. It was unusual since she usually was up well after him. Mark thought to immediately go and look for her but he could not quite coax himself to leave the comfort of his cot quite yet. A check of the tactical screen revealed a small blurry section. She had figured out how to blur her location after learning how intrusive the spy function could be. Mark sighed, it was not like he would spy on her. Where was the faith? Whatever did not matter to him. For now she was fine, likely just enjoying the sunrise in her chair. Mark decided to check up on his units. Last night he had made a few purchases to reward the goblins, but also to increase their defenses. There had been 3 surviving hobgoblins from the battle along with 33 green goblins. Oddly enough it was the perfect amount for 3 squads. Mark decided to keep them as such. Mark had decided to expand the core guard to 18, which meant building 11 more hobgoblins for 1,430 MP since he had taken 5 away to lead squads. They would be equipped from the loot from the gnoll encampment. The only other thing Mark had unlocked was the archer class for 1,000 MP, and now six of the core guard had an archer class. They came with a bow and 20 arrows as part of their standard loadout and could make more. He could always use more arrows. The archers also came with a long stone knife as part of their standard loadout for close fighting. Mark was definitely going to give them a daily quota or arrows and other stone weapons to build since they were just sitting around anyways. They would always need more arrows and spare weapons. The whole idle hands adage. He would rather have them benefitting the dungeon rather than having time to stir up trouble. That had been the limit of what Mark could do last night with the MP they had left. Mark had also had to buy the goblins some kegs as promised for their celebration. Now they currently had 1,178 MP. It was not really enough to do much, and even if devoted all of the MP to the purpose they would not have enough to build the final manna bellows today. So much for having them all by the end of the 1st week. Not that Mark minded the tradeoff they had finished crafting 4 days early and gained a lot of loot. They had not bothered to set them up last night, but the goblins now had tents that they could stay in. The goblins that had taken apart in the battle had all gone from conscript to recruit, meaning they had lost the lack of experience penalty. Well, all but 6 of the green goblins had. Mark could only assume the 6 green goblins who had failed to meet the threshold for recruit were the 6 who had played possum during the battle, although he could not say for sure. Not like he could tell the difference between them. The numbers did match up, and he would have to say that it was pretty conscript like behavior after all. Another happenstance, Nasally voice became the last surviving member of the original 4 hobgoblins, the other last member having died in the battle. It was a shame, since his voice made him the most annoying. The hobgoblins were already annoying enough with their broken words, then add that voice in. It was not pleasant. A spur of the moment decision, Mark thought to change the hobgoblin¡¯s name officially to Nasal. [Mark fields has changed Yellow Hobgoblin 1 to Nasal. Accepted, justification, Hobgoblin was the first minion summoned for the dungeon, and is last surviving member of the original 4 summoned.] ¡°What the?¡± Mark stated out loud. Mark immediately checked and queried the encyclopedia. He had known changing names was an option. It had been referenced, but he had not looked into it more. It was restricted to special units. Units that had done special feats, or have some special meaning to the dungeon. Once he read that naming a unit would add benefits, he immediately opened the goblin¡¯s character screen.
Name: Nasal (24/125) Warrior lvl 1 (recruit) Power lvl: 1.2 Morale: 78 (happy)
Strength 8 Attack: 3 Defense: 5
Endurance 10 Abilities/Skills
Agility 9 Survivor ability,
Vitality 13
Intelligence 9
Wisdom 7
Most notably Nasal¡¯s power rating had shot up, from 0.88 it should have been all the way to 1.1. Then his intelligence, wisdom, and vitality had seen a healthy boost. His natural defense had jumped from 2 to 5 which was the highest Mark had seen. Even the gnomes only had up to 4, but of course the most interesting thing was Nasal''s new survivors ability. [Survivor: this unit has survived in battle when the majority of its peers did not, and is also the last remaining member of the dungeon¡¯s first set. Unit now has an increased chance to survive in the future. If a wound does not kill him immediately or immediately thereafter, then the unit has a strong chance at recovery. As a named unit, he will have an increased chance at evolutions and gain experience quicker.] It was quite a change and made Nasal for sure their strongest unit. However, what piqued his interest the most was the fact that Nasal had increased intelligence, for a goblin anyways. Mark spent several minutes thinking about what to rank the hobgoblin up to. Ranks were a tricky concept. Units at higher ranks needed to have the clout to hold such a position. Mark was able to assign a general or commander if he so wanted. However, the encyclopedia had warned against doing so with just any unit. The encyclopedia had stressed a tiered power structure. If Mark made the hobgoblins he had generals then it would set a precedent and potentially water down the position to practically being meaningless. It would give the appropriate boost, but it might also have severe backlash both now and when he summoned stronger units. In the end, it was one of the few warnings the encyclopedia gave, so Mark took it to heart. Usually the interface would prefer the participants to bungle it away on their own. Mark finally decided that only one rank up was sufficient. Nasal would be able to lead a platoon consisting of 3 full squads. It was the smallest force that was allowed a staff component, which could consist of up to 3 units that did not count as part of the 36 unit force. Nasal would be one of the 3 and the other 2 could be just bodyguards or even assigned as deputy lieutenants. Deputy positions would give a slight boost over sergeant, but not by much. Mark watched as Nasal''s rating rose by an additional 15% rounding it up to 1.4. Mark moved on to other things.
Tier 1 TECH COST TO UNLOCK
Foraging 10,000 MP
Crafting Unlocked
Building Unlocked
Mining 15,000 MP
Dungeon Features Unlocked
Basic Minerals 10,000
Logistics Unlocked
Magic energy production Unlocked
Settlements 1 15,000 MP
Traps 10,000 MP
Domestication 10,000 MP
Contender capabilities 20,000 MP
There were only 2 options that Mark felt would be of use to them right now, foraging and basic minerals. Most of the rest like mining or settlement would not be beneficial yet since they had discovered anything to mine and there was no resource they would need another settlement to gather. Foraging looked good to cut down unit costs and would make it slightly more likely for resources. Basic minerals also increase chances of finding resources, but of a different type. They were both only 10,000 MP, so cost was not a factor between the two. Eventually, Mark decided on foraging since it would cut down on costs. They still have a while before their units would be actively looking for more resources for mining or a settlement. This tale has been unlawfully lifted from Royal Road; report any instances of this story if found elsewhere. Mark figured that both chances increased his unit''s abilities to find essence, although nothing had said that. The twist of this succession battle was essence after all, so they would be fools to not look for it. Happy, Mark finally pulled himself from his cot. He felt only a slight chill as he pulled more clothes. After a few minutes in the bathroom, he was ready to get going. He took a moment to take in the silent atmosphere. The gnomes were never awake till late morning. They preferred to wake up late and stay up even later. Mark¡¯s running theory was that this was done to to decrease the workday or nightfall and increase their time drinking into the night. Although Mark would not say anything since they were a whirr of productivity when they were working, Well at least they did in between drinks. The goblins on the other hand should always have someone up since they were, you know, guarding the core, but of course if there was one awake Mark could not tell. Around 50 lying forms cluttered around the pedestal in the dirt. In just one week they had turned the pedestal''s surroundings to a dirty, dusty hovel. The only reason why it was not a muddy mess, was due to it not having rained yet. Mark wondered if it would rain¡­? At least it would be difficult for someone to approach the orb without stepping in filth or stirring the goblins. Something they might think twice before doing. Mark decided not to deal with it. Not like it would do much good. He shook his head. Mark made his way toward Amelia who was sitting in her chair at the edge of the clearing. Something that would have been dangerous if they had not figured out how to turn a warning system for any red dots appearing in their territory on the tactical map. Mark took a seat in his own chair. It was one of the first parts of the clearing to illuminate with the sunrise and indeed it already had. Amelia was basking in the sun¡¯s morning glow. ¡°Are you doing alright?¡± Mark asked. ¡°Fine as can be expected,¡± Amelia stated, not shifting her eyes. The sunlight was lighting the tree tops far into the distance, although underneath the tree tops was still utter darkness giving a fearsome feeling of what could be dwelling from within. It was a good cross between the known and unknown. ¡°You know they never have cute and cuddly animals, or anything too human like in these battles¡­¡± Amelia posed. After a while she picked back up, ¡°No, they pick gruesome and disgusting options, do you know why?¡± Mark mused on it for a moment. It was true they unlocked the humanoid tree and yet there were no elves or dwarves or other more human-like races that one would expect in a fantasy setting. There were the gnomes, but even their skin was a dirty orangish yellow color, and it was not like they were featured in the interface. Finally Mark answered, ¡°Because it would make it too real.¡± ¡°Too real¡­ That''s right it would be too much like the wars they used to have throughout the realm, so instead they fight with strange and gruesome creatures. It did not feel real to me either, well, till I was in it myself¡­ Another fun fact, did you know they also don¡¯t show the contender¡¯s deaths. There is even a conspiracy theory about it. Who knows, maybe I will find out. Perhaps instead of dying I¡¯ll just be whisked away to some secret location to live out the remainder of my days.¡± ¡°We won¡¯t reach that point,¡± Mark said determinedly. She nodded in return, but still did not turn to face him. Mark felt for the girl. She was still young and was living in a situation where death could be coming from just beyond the hill. Dealing with their impending mortality was not something a girl her age should be even thinking of. Even people Mark¡¯s age were too young to really be considering it, and he had a good 6 to 8 years on her depending on the calendar being used. They just sat there for a long time like that, both watching as the sun rose higher and the unknown became known. The moment had been peaceful, but it was seemingly an unusual day when something did not happen or go wrong in the succession battle. Mark was spending his afternoon, doing what he did for the majority of his time over the last week. He was analyzing their options and playing through hypothetical playthroughs in his head. Doing his best to anticipate or think of features that might come into play later in the game. At this point he had been through all the options currently available to them ad nauseum. Sometimes he even dreamt about them in his sleep. ¡°Boss, something happened to the scouting party,¡± Nasal said, skidding to a stop in front of him. Mark just stared at the hobgoblin for a second. It was kind of odd hearing the goblin talk in such a normal manner. If he did not consider the nasally voice from which the goblin got its name, that is. Mark followed the goblin lieutenant to the pedestal. As he often did, he flashed a look at the tactical map despite the warning system being in place. It was not like he trusted it. The screen that was perpetually above the orb these days was missing. Mark grimaced that was not a good sign. It had not happened before as far as he knew. Only one thing he could think of that would cause it. The goblins in the squad were all dead. A quick glance around, and Mark picked out 2 other hobgoblin sergeants wearing brand new armor. What a relief, it had been one of the 3 new squads he had just made for 1215 MP a few hours ago. Of course, Mark thought, the goblins would have been sure to send out the new guys. Fortunately that meant that his recruits were just fine. The recruit hobgoblins had of course insisted on keeping the recruit lil bits in their squads. Mark had not cared to argue. He figured a couple of elite¡­. Ehhhh, better squads might be better than spreading the talent¡­ adequate personnel throughout the new squads. It would have felt like such a loss if he loss the units he had finally gotten that did not have a penalty. ¡°Both, squa¡¯ all dead, we wost de pictures,'' '' one of the hobgoblin core guards announced once they arrived. Mark turned to Nasal. The squad was scouting over on that hill,¡± Nasal indicated, pointing at the same hill he had yesterday. Mark almost stopped and asked him whether the goblins ever scouted any other locations. Perhaps, there was something nice over there¡­ ¡°They found some water and started hollering and grabbin their stomach after drinking,¡± ¡°Water¡­ They died from drinking water?¡± Mark looked at the goblin incredulously. ¡°Uh, well yes boss. They were still rolling around when I left to find you,¡± Nasal concluded. Just for good measure, Mark checked his unit''s page. A whole squad did indeed have a line through their name. ¡°Take a couple squads and investigate what happened. Bring back the water for me to look at,¡± Mark said finally, before thinking to add, ¡°And Nasal, don¡¯t let any of the goblins drink the water.¡± Nasal nodded before turning and barking orders. Mark watched. He was loving his new lieutenant. It was apparent that 5 stats added to intelligence and wisdom made all the difference. The hill was not even an hour away for a group of determined goblins, and for the goblins, water capable of killing you, when you drank it was very interesting. For once Nasel had not had to yell and prod the goblins to get them ready. It was nearly 2 hours later when the party returned with something interesting in tow. Mark noticed the goblins giving a wide berth to one of their number, before they got closer and Mark was able to tell the difference. It was a green goblin, but not¡­ ¡°We found all of them like this,¡± Nasal said softly. ¡°But this one is the only one that came back to life¡­ He doesn¡¯t speak, but seems to understand.¡± Mark looked at him sharply. ¡°You are saying this is one of ours?¡± The lieutenant nodded. A look at his unit¡¯s page and mark confirmed it was true. One of the green goblins no longer had a line through their name, and the name was different. Mark brought up the unit''s status.
Name: Reanimated Goblin Corpse (1/100) (recruit) Power lvl: 1.0 Morale: -------
Strength 12 Attack: 1 Defense: 2
Endurance 10 Abilities/Skills
Agility 5 Unkillable, Life Leach
Vitality 20
Intelligence 1
Wisdom 1
What on earth had happened to them. The goblin had obviously died, but had apparently been going through some sort of evolution prior that it did not survive, but had reanimated it after death. It now occurred to him, that Nasal had mentioned the change had happened to all of them. ¡°Bring me the water they drank,¡± Mark demanded. Mark could not see what was in the pouch, but then again he did not have too. [Congratulations: You have discovered life essence and one way in which to use it. The essence feature has now been unlocked.] Mark was ecstatic, but he had another notice about the reanimated corpse, so he did not get hung up on the news. [Notice: One of your units died due to drinking life essence. The unit''s body underwent a radical transformation that was cut short in death. Due to the nature of the unit, the creature has gained two traits. Unkillable: the unit can only be killed by fire and other attacks that will decrease the unit to its most basic components. Life leech: due to the nature of its death, the unit has a serious imbalance. The unit can drain vitality with a touch.] ¡°It can drain vitality,¡± Mark said to no one in particular. ¡°Yes boss, one of the lil bits touched him, and dropped like a rock. I think he¡¯s fine, just out cold.¡± Mark nodded. ¡°How much water was there?¡± He asked. He would by no means say he was imagining goblin genocide to create an army of these things. How could he not. The things might be slow, but they would be difficult to kill and could drop things with a touch. Sure goblins did not have vitality to spare at just 3, but it was still better than anything else currently in his arsenal. Not that he would carry it out¡­ maybe not. ¡°Boss what you have in the water skin, and 2 others was all that was left. The squad had drunk most of it.¡± Nasal replied. ¡°I think it might come back given some time,¡± he added. ¡°Of course¡­¡± Mark said laughing, before remembering himself and dismissing the other goblins. They find a precious resource and then waste most of it. It was basically what he expected from them. He shook his head. It was fine. It was the last day of the first week and he had gotten a hold of some essence and apparently one method on how to use it. Now he could only hope the source was a spring and more life essence would come given enough time. Mark opened the new essence tab. It was basically blank except for the words life essence in bold. Underneath them, there was only one word, reanimate. Next to the word was the number 9. Mark queried it in the encyclopedia. According to this utilization of life essence. They could reanimate something that had died within the last hour. The more powerful or larger the creature is the more measures of life essence will be required. The stats would not be increased. The intelligence and wisdom would even drop to 1, but as a corpse the reanimation would be far more difficult to kill. Unfortunately, it seemed the reanimated goblin corpse was a freak accident. Only one of the 12 had come back after all, and the utilization method did not mention anything about the skills the goblin corpse had received. Mark put the idea of making an army of these things to rest. He would have to waste hundreds of MP to get even one. Who knows it could take a whole lot more. He could have just gotten lucky getting 1 out of 12. He could not waste MP and the newly discovered life essence on an unknown when he now had a known method. He had 9 measures of the stuff. He would start with the most powerful thing that they could find, in case it needed all 9 measures. Then he would use the remainder for something lesser. Now that it had been removed from the source the life essence would start losing its effectiveness, so they would need to secure something soon. Luckily, he knew where one big and powerful creature was. It was time to go on a bear hunt. Chapter 7.5: Day 9 It will begin soon. Crassius Nacht thought, as he leaned back on his throne inside of the contender hut. In front of him was a pulsating blue orb with a screen showing his troop progress. The sun rose on the settlement ahead. Little did the contender know that he would wake up to see his dungeon crumbling around him. He had done it before to the first dungeon that he had knocked out of the succession battle. This would be the second dungeon to fall, and they would both be at his hands. Crasius was from the Deltroit empire, one of the medium sized factions that had 2 contenders participating in the battle. Crassius knew that he was not supposed to win. He had seen the solemn look in his father¡¯s eyes as they said goodbye. Crassius knew that his father had wished the succession battle would not take place until after Crassius was too old, but his father knew as well as the family all did, who would have to go once it was announced. The other people of age in the Nacht family did not have what it took to compete. The family would only send them, if they had decided it would be better to sacrifice them than to lose him. Crassius felt bad for the poor contenders whose families did just that. Illegitimate or otherwise unwanted children sent to die. Of course the families could pull out of their spot, but none ever had, nor would they in the future. Even if their contender made a fool of themselves the show the realm watched would never show it. They would be shown as some unfortunate that got outmaneuvered by a stronger opponent. It was all propaganda, that the winner was some amazingly competent person who was able to overcome all the rest. Crassius had wanted to come. The thought had absolutely thrilled him. Living on a razor''s edge. Testing himself against fate. The battle was not fair, at some point all of the major factions would start pouring their money in to help their contender succeed. Crassius knew how his chances would look when that happened. He had smiled when he picked his specialization option deciding on a different course of action. Martial might specialization: all that you gain, you gain through conquest. Research on the tech tree is suspended indefinitely. At dungeon level 1, every contender you take off the map you can select 1 technology from ones they have researched and you do not currently have. All units will receive a 10% bonus to their power rating when summoned. You will receive 25% more MP from defeated foes. You will start out with crafting and military organization. Support the author by searching for the original publication of this novel. It was an awesome specialization for Crassius to flip the table on the others. It certainly had its drawback, but Crassius just had to keep troops pouring out and scouting for the next dungeon. This specialization was an all or nothing approach. If he faltered then his troops would be too weak to take the next dungeon. His goal was to wipe out as many as possible before people got their defenses fully in place. The first dungeon only had a bunch of skeletons to guard it. His orcs mowed right through them, suffering hardly any casualties. The contender had not had any stronger pieces, and was practically bawling when Crassius¡¯s Captain had killed him. He had always wondered whether that conspiracy theory had anything to it, but nothing had moved it to stop the orc captain¡­. After this battle it might be Colonel. The unique reward had been a military medal maker that increased the power level of one of his units that had participated in battle. It was not a 1 time deal either. Every week he would get another medal, although he could not use it on the same unit. Who''s to say his next unique reward would not do something similar and make the captain strong enough for Crassius to feel comfortable making him a colonel. As a contender focused entirely on his military, Crassius would not be promoted to colonel unless a unit became 4.0 or higher with their power rating. He had to make sure there was ample room for more powerful units to receive a higher rank. Crassius knew it was not all about power rating, but Captain also had the experience. In the future he would slowly move the rating scale back up as he got access to more powerful units. A knock at the door disrupted his musings. Soon an imp orc entered. ¡°Sir, we have found another dungeon. This one is only guarded by goblins. Reports estimate their numbers from 80 to 100. Although they do have some gnomes working in their base as well, they number 10.¡± Crassius almost laughed. Someone had taken the weakest option on the humanoid tree. Even if they doubled their troops they would just be able to match him troop for troop, and all of them were near or well past 1.0 power rating. The gnomes were an unknown, but what difference would 10 make. ¡°Very well, we will prepare for them next. You can go.¡± The orc bowed before ducking out the door. That dungeon would be his third neighbor that he would knock out of the battle. Likely there was one more. After that, his troops would have to range a lot further. Crassius watched his orcs leave the tree line. This contender had chosen constructs. They were likely tough, but not something his orcs and their maces could not handle. Chapter 8: Day 11 Remarkably, 3 days had passed without much of note occurring. Well it was not entirely uneventful, there was another interface wide notice that a contender had been eliminated. It had not shaken them up nearly as much. Potentially it was because of the goblin army that they were slowly building. They currently had 14 full squads, 24 core guards, and 2 reanimated corpses. Mark was adding 3 squads each day, and now there were plenty of archers intermixed in the squads. Mark had decided that 3 or 75% of a squad was a good number. Then there was the fact that there was a new earthen bulwark encircling the center of the clearing. Now that they had the buildings tech Mark saw no reason for the goblins not to be put to worth, so goblins were either making spare weapons or fortifying the wall. He would not trust them to build any buildings but digging and packing mud together should be something they couldn¡¯t mess up. The wall was four-ish feet in height with a step on the inside for even the green goblins to be able to peer out over it. It was uneven in height and thickness, definitely something you could tell that goblins had built, but it was serviceable. The first reanimated corpse was the green goblin. It had 2 good abilities, but other than that was nothing special. It moved pretty slowly to be considered a true threat. It would be bloody hard to kill, but once enemies started having mages, Mark doubted that it would be too effective. Mark had tried to name it Stein, since it had been raised from the dead. Amelia had not got the reference, but it had not worked anyways. Apparently, dying and coming back to life was not special enough for the interface to designate the unit name worthy. The second reanimated corpse was their old neighbor, Mr. bear. The fight against the bear on the evening of day 7, had not been anything special. A few unlucky green goblins lured out the 12 foot length creature into the rest of their forces. They had over a dozen archers at this point who continually peppered the bear with stone tipped arrows. Stone tipped spears kept the bear from pushing through his forces, till eventually the wounds accumulated and the bear collapsed. They had still lost 15 green goblins, but 375 worth of green goblins for a 3.4 power rating beast was a trade he would make any day. Mark had left it to Nasal to use the life essences. Mark could finally trust a goblin with such a task. The corpse had taken all 9 measures and still wanted more. They had been 1 measure short, but it had been enough to reanimate the bear at a reduced power rating of 3.1. It was a minor setback. The bear was still a beast that could easily wipe through a dozen of his other best troops. The battle had other benefits as well. A good half of the conscripts that had taken part of the hunt had popped up to recruit and dropped the annoying experience penalty. Now they were fielding 4 complete squads of units at the recruit level. There were a couple of others as well intermixed in the other squads. Day 11 was the day Mark had been waiting for. They finally had 10 DP to build the first floor. Mark was carrying 5,630 MP in case he needed it for the dungeon. Otherwise he would likely be using most of it to finally build the 3rd manna bellows. It was unfortunate, but he had to increase their defenses. A manna bellows and 2 shade henchmen would pay for themselves in 10 days, but there was always the question on whether they had 10 more days. After another contender was taken out on day 9, this had felt more justified. Mark glanced over at Amelia, who was already putting on her shoes. It was far from her normal wake up time, but actually starting their dungeon was a big event she did not want to miss. Technically their territory was a part of their dungeon, but it was more like the front doorstep of a house. It was not really the house itself. "You ready?¡± Mark asked, when she had finished. She nodded. They proceeded out of the hut. The hut was just inside of the earthen walls, besides for the pedestal it was the only other thing that was. The coal generator, manna bellows, and the unfinished research building all lay without. At some point Mark could expend the DP to add them to his dungeon. They would actually slowly rebuild themselves if destroyed. Without belaboring the point, Mark brought up his interface, so that Amelia could see and spent 10 DP to unlock. A notice immediately popped up. [Notice: Mark Fields has unlocked the first dungeon floor. Once completed your dungeon core will automatically relocate to the lowest part of your dungeon. Dungeon daily DP production rate will be increased by 1 DP. Any unit slain in the dungeon will give an increased amount of MP, and can provide other potential benefits.] [Warning: Another entrance to your dungeon has been established. Once found, enemies can send a party through and challenge your dungeon. Party size will depend on the dungeon level of the challenger. Just like attacks through the main entrance, the dungeon will enter a rest period after 5 minutes after not being challenged. This does not prevent enemies from entering through the main entrance. No improvements can be made when the dungeon is being challenged, build up your dungeon defense. ] Mark stared at the warning dumbfounded. Amelia gasped as well, her eyes became as big as saucer plates. The interface made a shortcut to their dungeon. Party size? This could be a real problem depending on how big the parties were allowed to be. Hopefully, the other entrance would remain hidden. There was nothing Mark could do about it now. He continued with what he was doing. [Upon creation of a floor, you have the one time option to designate a unit as the floor guardian. Guardians are immediately eligible to become named units. You can currently designate 25 defenders in total. Number can be increased, but defenders once assigned cannot be changed. They also cannot be improved, nor will they gain experience. Defenders will also be unable to exit the dungeon. Your other units cannot enter the dungeon. Defenders will respawn indefinitely. Respawn rate will vary depending on the unit¡¯s strength, position, and what floor they are on. Current defenders 0/25] Mark did not really need to think about who to designate as the floor guardian; he immediately selected the reanimated bear corpse. It was their strongest unit by far. It did not have any intelligence, but it did not really need it to be a guardian. Kill any and all intruders was simple enough. Mark named it Winnie, Winnie the reanimated bear corpse. Amelia raised her eyebrows and looked at him. She obviously would not get it, but he would. Now every time he saw it, it would give him something to be tickled about. The reanimated bear corpse had popped back up to a 3.5 power rating. It did not have any special characteristics or abilities like the reanimated goblin corpse, but it would still be difficult to kill. Hopefully for level 1 dungeons, it was an insurmountable mountain too difficult for them to climb. Mark also assigned the reanimated goblin corpse to the dungeon. The tight and narrow confines of the dungeon would be a perfect place for a slow unit like him. The other 23 defenders would have to wait, preferably when Mark had better than hobgoblin conscripts. Then came the actual floor design. It could be changed in the future, but it would require DP to do, so Mark would rather nail it the first time. Mark had spent some time thinking about the design. He had even designed a few elaborate mazes. If enemy units were like their own, then they could spend a lot of time going around in circles. He had also thought up designs to effectively use traps once they unlocked them. Mark did not know what to expect, but pitfalls and other ideas had come to mind. Mark grimaced when he saw what he actually got to work with. The dungeon gave him 1,000 blocks that were a 5 x 5 x 5 cube. A note said that the dimensions would be increased by 2 1/2 feet per a dungeon level. Which basically meant that it would become wider and taller so that big and strong units later in the game would be able to transverse. Mark could manipulate the blocks to an extent, by twisting their dimensions, but he could not change the width and height. Mark immediately went to work. The interface allowed him to design the full floor before actually building it. Mark included various things that they could use now, and included designs that he could take advantage of in the future. He made a couple of big rooms where archers or mages had room to fire their attacks, but there were also plenty of tunnels. Winnie would practically fill up the narrow tunnels. Then of course he included inclines. His troops would of course fight with an uphill advantage, always. The dungeon seemed to be in another plane of existence, instead of burrowing down into the earth like he thought. So the only limits were the block size and the level of incline. He could not make inclines too steep. Finally, Mark placed the guardian room. Unless the guardian was dead the doors would not open. The guardian was by no means required to stay in the chamber however. Reading on Amazon or a pirate site? This novel is from Royal Road. Support the author by reading it there. Mark did not need to leave blocks for the core chamber, beyond the guardian room. It was automatically built and was huge to begin with. It would auto locate below the lowest dungeon floor. The interface also said it was free to relocate contenders'' personal effects to the core chamber. Their hut would relocate there if they desired. Which of course Mark did. It would decrease the chances of them getting assassinated or something. The guardian room door could lead straight to their dungeon entrance, so even when they had a lot more floors they would be able to instantly exit from the core room to the dungeon entrance. A entrance pedestal would be located to the side of the entrance, so that units outside the dungeon could still contact them It had taken a couple of hours of him rearranging things before Mark finally solidified the design. He was then given the choice for their dungeon entrance. Mark decided to put it outside the goblins earthen walls. Attackers would not have to kill all the defenders before entering the dungeon, but would chance facing the goblins attacking the portion that had not made it through if attackers attempted it. The opportunist goblins would definitely like that. Mark would immediately have them start building another earthen wall around the entrance. There would be enough defenders and obstructions to impede entrance into the dungeon allowing the main goblin force to make their move. It was 10 feet tall. One side had a big opening that he would set facing the goblin¡¯s main fortification. The backside had a slope that would be difficult to climb without a lot of effort. The dungeon was built and Mark got the goblins scrambling to make preparations. The dungeon creation had not taken any additional MP, so it looked like he would be getting the new manna bellows after all. He already had 6,000 MP plus, so he could build it and the two shades. He would have plenty to pay for unit maintenance and would even be able to build another 3 squads tonight. Mark found that he had gotten the extra DP for the day from having built a dungeon floor. He did not know what the criteria for that was. Perhaps, as long as he had built it before 2359 or midnight he could get the extra DP for the day. Mark already had a use for it, he added all 3 manna bellows, coal generator, and the research building to the dungeon. There was some extra from that DP point that went to waste, but Mark could accept that. Now his production was ensured, given enough time for the buildings to regenerate. Their goblin forces could be destroyed, but Mark would like to see a unit that could take down their undead bear. Mark had no idea just how soon that it would be put to question. Day 12 Crassius watched as his forces approached their 3rd dungeon. The morning light had just illuminated the clearing, yet the camp was seemingly still all asleep. ¡°Well they will wake up soon,¡± Crassius laughed. Just like for the last dungeon, Crassius would enjoy watching as the dungeon defenders started panicking. Crassius considered for a moment whether enjoying this was wrong. After all he was going to end 2 people¡¯s lives this morning. The dungeon owner was just a young girl according to his scouts. She had been one of the silly contenders to appoint a champion. Crassius would have never wasted 10,000 MP. At the beginning of the battle 10,000 MP was a precious commodity. Some appointed champions to give them a better chance of winning, but others did it just because they did not want to be alone. The battle was likely to last a couple years, well it usually did. Crassius planned to end things much sooner than that. Still he could not blame a young girl for appointing a champion. For a moment, Crassius thought about his younger sister. She could have been sent by the Nacht family if he had not gone. Of course they would have tried to give her a good aide to act as her champion, but it still would not change the fact that they would have been sending her as a sacrifice. Many of the family would have liked to do just that. Crassius was an up and coming potential family head after all. He was only 51, but he had already proven himself in business in many of their eyes. His sister was only 26. With a sweet and charming personality she was an endearing person to be around, but her capabilities were just average. Crassius hoped that she would live a simple life, get married, and have children. Something that this contender would not get a chance to do. Crassius felt slightly bad about killing a girl that he could only picture as his sister, having not seen her. She was likely just a throw away sent by her family to compete and die. Viewers would feel bad for the sweet young girl and would feel sorry for her family. Their prestige would rise, like flowers blooming through the fertilizer of her death. Crassius dismissed the thought. The business world he had been a part of was cut throat and he had ordered several unsavory things already, so it was not as if he could not stomach it. It was not his sister after all. Crassius looked out over the encampment. Luckily there was a nice hill to the Northeast with a bare spot that gave him an unobstructed view, overlooking the dungeon. Crassius was not going to go into things blind after all. Luckily the last contender had the tech contender capabilities which did a number of things, but of most importance to him It gave an additional 10% MP for units defeated and allowed him to link to several different units and he could now communicate and give orders from 20 miles away. He had not even had to send word by scout to his force after their last conquest. The army left straight for dungeon number 3. Now he could send out units like a master marionettist. Crassius¡¯s second unique reward was a military academy. It was a unique building that would not play apart in today''s battle, but it would take his forces to the next level. He could have up to 2 dozen units partake in a two week course. Upon completion the units would automatically be regulars, receive the top level of one of his available classes, and would have a good chance at gaining abilities and skills. Crassius already had plenty of regulars. He even had a few veterans, but getting several dozen regulars every two weeks would replenish his losses. It would also save MP from not having to pay for classes when getting these units. The 10 MP at level 1 was not a big deal, but it became 30 MP to give a second level. The third level and beyond would surely be another big jump. The army approaching the dungeon in front of him was already pretty strong for a level 1 dungeon. He was currently fielding 3 types of orcs. All of them had blunted pig faces with tusks jutting out from their lower jaw, big flared nostrils, and coarse black hair. Their skin was an amalgamation of various shades of greens, browns, grays, and black. It did not seem to matter what type he built, they could come out in any color. It was different from the goblin army they would be facing where all the small goblins were green and the larger ones were yellow. The base unit for the orc branch was the orc imp. They cost 100 MP and had a power rating of 0.7. His force had a lot more of them then he would like for now, but then again numbers were also important in battles. The second type was a regular orc. They were a foot taller than the imps at 5 to 6 feet. They cost 250 MP and had a power level of 1.3. The last unit available was the Brute Orc. They could range up to 7 feet tall and were far more muscular. They cost 500 MP and had a power level of 1.8. It was all that he had available. His army actually only had 1 of them. They were expensive, and it had cost 10,000 MP to just unlock the type on his unit research tab. Although he had built 4 more to be a part of his first official military academy class. Overall even the imps with boosts from experience were near a 1.0 power rating, and with ranks his Orcs and the Brute Orc Colonel got additional boosts due to their ranks. Colonel had a power rating that rounded up to 4.1 with all his boosts. He currently only led 152 other orcs, which was basically the minimum size for a division, but the advancement had just happened. Even after receiving the MP from the last dungeon, he had prioritized filling up his military academy positions instead of reinforcing his army save a few squads of imp orcs. Still in 2 weeks he would get 4 brutes and 20 regular orcs that could bring devastation. The only limiting factor was how much MP he had to spend. It would be difficult to build 2 more division sized forces. Crassius knew he was lucky. He had started out with 5 coal mounds to mine, so was bringing in 4,800 MP daily. After seeing two other dungeons, he knew that was not the case for everyone. Both the other 2 dungeons had 4 mounds, or what he considered the normal start. This dungeon only had 3. Although this dungeon had some fan like contraptions that Crassius could only guess what they did. The shade henchmen were pumping away so they were probably important. Although it would be difficult for Crassius to get them anytime soon due to his specialization. Regardless, he had a top start and this dungeon had a poor start. It was not fair, but few things in life were. The dungeon had changed from his reports from a few days ago. There were a lot more goblins, although they were all of the same types. Crassius would not have numbers in this battle, but he doubted that mattered. Then there was a large mound of earth that was identified as the dungeon entrance. Interesting, Crassius had not seen one yet. It would give him the potential to steal the dungeon feature tech, but he doubted that would be the best choice for him. His strategy was to continually pour out military units after all. He just had to leave a dedicated force to defend his own dungeon. The dungeon also had earthen walls. Not really a big deal, since they were shorter than even the imps. Still he would lose more troops. It was unfortunate, but he would recoup most of the MP upon destroying the dungeon. It was a part of the business. He rubbed his hands together as his army closed in. The goblins started scurrying about in a panic. The gnomes roused slowly and upon realizing that an approaching force was coming they scampered off in the opposite direction. Crassius guessed that they were not a part of the dungeon then. Crassius laughed they would not have been much, but would have been a little help. A minute later the black shades left in that direction as well. The champion was trying to prevent Crassius from killing them. If the dungeon survived the battle it would take a lot of MP and potentially days to summon them again after all. Crassius did not care to try to chase after them. Nor were his units going to focus on destroying the buildings, although that might happen anyways since orcs liked to rampage. The dungeon would not exist in another hour or so, tops. It was too late for them to use whatever remained of their MP to summon more units afterall. Crassius would soon see whether the champion of this dungeon had anything more in store for him, but he highly doubted it. The succession battle was only halfway through the second week and Crassius was already feeling unstoppable. Chapter 9: Day 12 The alarm did its job, waking both Amelia and himself. Mark could only stare at his tactical map for a good 15 seconds. At first it had been only a couple of red dots, soon they were pouring across the half mile territory boundary. Mark felt the blood drain from his head and his vision became fuzzy, but he fought back to keep from blacking out. What he was seeing was debilitating. Scrolling in with the spy feature he could see over a hundred figures and all of them were obviously stronger than his goblins. This was a dungeon ending force, obviously sent by another dungeon. The primal fear was debilitating. Mark slapped himself. He had felt this way before. He had a couple tests in college that his mind had threatened to shut down over as his eyes scanned through the questions. Take it one step at a time. The slap shocked his body out of it and he started thinking rationally. He flew out of the hut not bothering to put on his shoes or more clothes. If he died tonight it would be in just his boxers and a T-shirt. He immediately started shouting, and the former core guard, now guarding the dungeon entrance, grogrily responded. Mark watched as the goblins shot to their feet, scurrying around and prepared for battle. Mark did not know what they were preparing since all they had to do was pick up their weapons. Nasal made his way over from the main encampment and Mark detailed what he saw to the lieutenant. Nasal listened for a minute before barking orders. He was technically only over a patrol game wise, but he was the only Lieutenant and was the strongest. The goblins quickly settled. The archers formed up on a raised patch of earth in the center. While the walls were lined with the goblin spears. At their belts the goblins either had a tomahawk or a stone dagger. Not that it mattered they would likely be dead before they could use it, if an enemy got past their spear. Mark saw that the gnomes had already buggered off. He could not blame them with the way the goblins had been panicking; it must have seemed like the sky was falling, and Mark quickly decided to send the shade henchman away. He did not know if they could survive, but if they wanted any hope of recovering after this, he could not lose them. Even if they survived this army another would come. An enemy knew where their dungeon was after all. Mark checked his interface. They had 4 or 5 minutes before the orc army arrived. They were still only walking, conserving their energy for the assault. Their dungeon had 2,145 MP but he could not use it to build more units, or¡­ He could!!! He could not add to the defenders outside, but he could still summon 23 more defenders for the first floor since the enemy was not inside the dungeon yet. Mark gave no thought to converting 1 of the DP to MP to give him enough MP to build 23 hobgoblins with a level 1 warrior class. It was the best he could do. The second DP was converted as well to give 18 of them shields from the store. Luckily the goblin morale was high from their previous battles, and were defending their very existence since the dungeon was threatened. Goblins were not necessarily cowardly creatures. They just seemed that way since they had a good sense of self preservation unlike the gnolls they had fought a few days ago. However their backs were against the wall, since if the dungeon core was destroyed they would cease to be. They would probably not be successful if they were attacking with these odds, since the goblins would try to skulk away from duty. However, now they were like cornered rats, and would hopefully fight as such. Despite the circumstances the old adage about a dragon dealing with a snake in its own burrow came to mind. It definitely applied in this situation, since his goblins on the open field would likely be trampled, but hopefully, the somewhat entrenched goblins could manage. Well¡­ Hopefully, Winnie was up to the task, Mark corrected. He had found the orc leader. A orc brute with a power rating of 4.1. It was higher than Winnies but Winnie was undead and resistant to physical attacks, so he should be able to match him. Still the goblins would have to grind down the orc army to even get to that point. Mark had a little more time, so he checked the adversaries screen. The name Crassius Nacht of the Deltroit empire was brought up. It showed 152 orcs under his command now that they had all entered the territory, and it detailed what types they were. There was 1 orc brute, 26 Orcs, and 125 orc imps. Mark rearranged his screens on the dungeon core. He would be able to see his troop numbers, the enemy numbers, and then a view of the battle. It would be 152 against their 228 outside the dungeon, and an additional 25 inside. Since he was in his own territory the view could be panned to anything he wanted. Amelia walked up next to him and hugged his arm and rested her head against his shoulder. Mark reached over and patted her head with his other hand telling her that, ¡°it will be okay.¡± However, Mark did not feel that it would be. The battle began. There was no pause. One second the orcs were moving through the foliage and then next they were streaking across the field toward the goblin forces. The front orcs did start a war cry that was soon echoed by those behind them until it was all as one. First came the arrows. Goblins were not the best of archers, but there were a lot of them, and 6 of the 24 former core guards even had the class. However it seemed that they were better than the gnolls. About 7 or 8 of the 10 imps out in the front were struck, most of them multiple times since they had been the targets for dozens of arrows. However only about 3 went down. The orcs were resilient beasts. Mark checked the enemy counter but it had not decreased from 152. However it was not like downed enemies died right away, so Mark tried not to worry about it. The next volley swept through the forefront or the orc ranks when they were about 30 paces away. The arrows fell with devastating results, and 7 or 8 more orcs went down. The front ranks had all fallen but there were dozens of more just a few strides behind. It was the only pound of flesh their forces would get without exchanging with their own loss of life. The imps slammed into the wall, and instantly started coming over the sides. Some were instantly vaulting over despite it coming up to their chests. For the first dozen that came over, over half were skewered by more than one spear. However, the goblins were often knocked away and several made it in. Seconds later another dozen were over including a few of the regular orcs. The wall had effectively helped his troops trim down another 7 or 8, but after that initial clash it might as well be nonexistent. Now it was an even footed fight on the inside as the imps quickly expanded their ring, and goblins started to fall quickly. Their ferocity was next level. A good 4 or 5 goblins were dropping for every imp lost in the melee, and the orcs were basically unimpeded. The only thing that kept it from turning into an overwhelming slaughter were the archers. They would rarely miss now that the enemies were this close, and they had no qualms about firing near their comrades. Of course it often would take more than a couple arrows to stop even an imps'' ferocity, and the goblins were not concentrating fire any longer. Each was shooting at whatever caught their eye. Which as luck would have it were the regular orcs. Their bigger frames put them right into the goblin crosshairs. The regular orcs inside the earthen walls were quickly put down along with a good 20 imps. The enemy force counter started to steadily tick down. However the respite created by the archers only lasted a good 45 seconds as the goblins quickly got pushed back and into the archers. The inside quickly completely turned in the orc¡¯s favor with a good 7 or 8 goblins falling for every imp. The couple regular orcs that soon joined into the fray basically were still unimpeded. Mark located Nasal amidst the chaos just in time to see him deal a mortal blow to an imp, but not more than a couple seconds later he was targeted by one of the regular orcs. He was blindsided. The orc¡¯s stone mace shattered his ribs on one side and Nasal was sent into a clump of goblins. Mark did not bother to look for him. His side was crushed in, he would not be able to get back up. Their doorstep was not completely lost. The goblins were able to recreate the earthen fortification in front of the dungeon entrance yesterday afternoon, and it was guarded by the 24 former core guards. Six of their number were raining their arrows with impunity. They would be overrun well before they ran out of ammunition. Mark had ordered that all the spare arrows be kept in front of the dungeon entrance. The goblins had been making them ever since the crafting tech had been completed. The quality was likely a drop from their standard loadout arrows, but they likely would not have to fly very far or be very precise in this attack. A good 50 goblins were still fighting from the main goblin group, at the point when the orcs wave had reached the opposite side, having flown around the outside of the bulwarks, and the orcs started storming the dungeon entrance. The enemy numbers had been reduced by about half, but Mark needed for the former core guard to whittle them down far further. The goblins in the other group might kill a few more before their impending death, but it likely would not be more than another 5 or 6. The first wave that hit the dungeon entrance was made of imps, and it slammed into the earthen wall. Regardless, Mark was a little surprised to see it completely repelled, 4 or 5 imps dropped lifeless outside the wall. More surprising was that it happened again. Soon a good dozen imps lay dying down against the earthen walls. All the while the archers poured arrows out in an unsteady stream. The third wave included 2 regular orcs who leapt clear over walls. They were ultimately killed and rather quickly at that, but they had taken down 5 of the hobgoblins. The rest of the hobgoblins were strained, but the line was held and the imps working with the regular orcs were put down. They were battered with only about 10 melee fighters left, and Mark knew they would not last another wave. This was certainly true for the clump that was approaching. Half of the dozen were regular orcs. Mark watched as his dungeon entrance was cleared of the remaining bit of his defenders. Surprisingly they fell, bringing down 3 more regular orcs among an equal number of imps. Mark felt bad for all the times he had been frustrated at the lazy core guard hobgoblins. They certainly had done an admirable job to whittle down the orc force. Stolen from its original source, this story is not meant to be on Amazon; report any sightings. The fight with the main goblin force finished at nearly the same time. Mark looked at what was left of the orc army. There were only 53 left on the counter, but a good portion of them were wounded, more than a few, heavily. Mark did not count, but there were more than 10 with an arrow shaft or two sticking out of them. Despite this the orcs hardly paused as they quickly gathered and got ready to enter the dungeon. The gray skinned brute leading them, slowly made his way to the entrance before ordering them in. Mark noted that there were still a good handful of goblins still alive. The orcs had not bothered going around to finish the job. Which was surprising, due to their low vitality they would likely die if severely wounded. Then he saw the number tick down. It would likely tick down to zero soon enough, or¡­ maybe not. Nasal had that survivor ability. Mark shook his head. It would not matter if the 25 defenders could not put a stop to an orc force that was double their size. Despite the orc force having a lot of wounded. It would definitely be a daunting task. All Mark could do was to pick the location his defenders would make their stand. Inside the dungeon Mark could basically control the units on an individual level, so getting them in place was easy. The location he had picked was definitely not the open rooms since he had to limit the orcs ability to maneuver at all costs. The regular orcs would already have to be slightly stoop as they walked through the halls. They proceeded unchallenged through hallways and large rooms to reach the point of the conclusive battle. Eventually they would reach the fork in one of the last tunnels where two forking hallways met the main tunnel at near the same location The three forks inclined upwards where they eventually ended shooting out into a condensed location in a large open room, marked the amphitheater. This was Mark¡¯s killing field, but for this battle they would fight at the fork where one hallway led into 3 inclined tunnels. Mark had positioned his hobgoblins in all 3 tunnels. Winnie and the reanimated goblin corpse would be held in reserve. The bear was the only thing capable of taking on that brute after all. The orcs finally reached the fork. Mark was pleased to see that their number had fallen to 48, both from orcs outside the dungeon finally transpiring, and due to a couple collapsing in the halls on the way. He had to give it to their tenacity, to continue to the point where they physically couldn¡¯t. The orc brute and the rest just stepped right over their wounded. The 48 still able to fight were more than capable of winning on their own. They would see how things played out. The lead imp charged forward into the center tunnel of the fork, and so did the couple after him. They immediately ran into a hobgoblin wall with shields and spears. Mark had to spend the second DP, but it had been enough to buy strong wooden shields at 50 MP a pop. Now 18 hobgoblins stood to stop them with shields and spears. There were 6 per tunnel, but they were not the only threat. Right at the fork the ceiling opened up. It would allow the orcs to stand more normally, but more importantly it allowed the 5 goblin archers to pour arrows over their own comrades. Mark had pictured having a lot more defenders when he had thought this up, but he would have to make do. Just as Mark had pictured the orcs starting to bottleneck due to clog in the center tunnel started to flow into the other 2 tunnels, but due to the confines of the tunnel prior to the fork the orcs were only trickling at a more managemental amount into all three forks. When one of the hobgoblins was knocked back the rest reinforced the wall with their shields. At 3 abreast, they all had exactly one spare in the front wall. The orcs were fighting uphill with arrows raining into the orcs following them, and were not able to make any headway. Even the regular orcs were having difficulty when they made it to the wall. Just like the other end of these tunnels it was a killing field, and orcs littered the floors without being able to do much. The numbers had ticked down to half when the orc commander made his move. He charged right through his men and into the left tunnel. A moment later he slammed into the hobgoblin wall and past. Mark commanded Winnie to charge down the same tunnel and had the reanimated goblin corpse follow behind. The orcs started to follow their commander up the left tunnel, with only a couple left engaging the other 2 forks. The brute charged ahead after breaking through the hobgoblins, not bothering to finish all of them. Some were already dead and the ones who were not would die at the hands of the orcs following, but the brute did not make it much further before facing a snarling several ton furry bear galloping down the steps at full speed. Mark had to hand it to the orc leader, he did not hesitate but lowered his shoulder and met the bear. The orc leader was good size, likely weighing a good 300 pounds or more, but he was bowled over by something 10 times his weight that was headed downhill. Mark had not been able to even roll something down an incline. He had tried, it counted as a trap so the interface restricted him until the appropriate tech was researched. It did not however, restrict a giant bear running downhill into the enemies who had all gathered in front of it. Soon the bear was bowling right over dozens of orcs. Mark had it slow intentionally, it started to use its claws and teeth to rip apart the orcs that were being pressed down under it. The Orcs in the very back were still trying to go up resulting in them becoming packed in. Winnie could not miss. Soon a few of the orcs in the back got the picture and escaped back through the tunnel, but it was too late for most. The orcs that had been tread underneath were not all dead, but even if they were not shredded by the claws or teeth or from having broken bones from being forced into each other and into the stairs, then they were tangled up with the others. The next part of Mark¡¯s plan did not work. The reanimated goblin corpse had been tasked with following after the bear and giving the knocked down leader a nice big bear hug and to sap out his vitality. The leader however had recovered very quickly and bisected the reanimated goblin corpse in half with his iron ax. It did not kill the reanimated goblin corpse, however and since his top half fell and rolled down into a bunch of severely wounded orcs he could go to work after all. The hobgoblins on the opposite or right side of the fork cleared out leaving a bewildered couple of orcs to chase after them. They nearly made it to the room, before the bear caught them from behind. The bear had done a complete loop down the left fork stairs and up the right fork. The hobgoblins that exited the top of the tunnel instantly faced the orc leader who had made it to the top and was looking around confused on where to go next. One hobgoblin put an arrow into his chest, but was then cut down along with the others. The orc leader then jumped aside to keep from getting trampled by the bear once again. The two then were left alone facing one another at the bottom of the amphitheater like room. Just down the stairs in the center tunnel 5 hobgoblins still made their stand. Just as the reanimated goblin corpse drained all the wounded orcs in the left tunnel 1 by 1. The two champions of the opposing force collided. Technically the orc leader had a higher power level, but power level was not everything. The orc leader had mobility, but the bear was undead so would be difficult to kill. Mark liked their chances. It was likely whichever one won the other side would lose. The tide turned slightly for the other side when the last of the hobgoblins in the center fell. There were two regular orcs left and they rushed to join their leader. It would soon be a 3 on 1 situation. The reanimated goblin corpse was crawling over bodies and getting at whomever it could, the orcs tried to fight it off with their arms, but just grabbing their arm was enough. It was somewhat eerie as the wounded were silenced, but Mark was not overly paying attention to it. One of the regular orcs had been quickly brained with one swipe of the bear¡¯s claw, but the leader had gotten a deep wound on one front leg. It would be a critical blow on a normal bear, but for Winnie it was just something that hurt his mobility, but that was bad enough since the bear had already been losing in that aspect. Several minutes passed as the two remaining orcs worked in coordination to whittle down the bear. After the bear had been wounded, Mark could only see one course of action. The battle would not be lost until the bear was finished. At this rate it soon would be. The bear started backing down the left tunnel. Technically giving up the high ground, but it also restricted the orcs mobility, so it was an overall win. Another minute passed and the bear backed further down the tunnel and over the bodies of the dead. It truly was on its last leg with bits of it strewn along the tunnel as the two orcs fought side by side and forced it further down. Its final attack was able to disembowel the regular orc with its claws, but the bear was overextended and the orc leader lopped off the appendage. The other front leg was wounded so the bear only had his teeth to snap at the leader, who easily avoided before burying his axe deep into the bear¡¯s neck. The bear collapsed, but luckily it had gone far enough. The reanimated goblin corpse had a second shot at the orc leader. The top half of its body wrapped its arms in a bear hug around the leg. It was his last ditch effort, hopefully the thing could hold on. The orc leader did nothing for the first few seconds. He was clearly shocked that the top half of a body had clung to its leg, but the vitality drain had been immediate, so the shock did not last for long. The orc leader tried to pry the corpse off his leg. The leader likely had twice the strength of the reanimated corpse, but it was locked on and the leader''s strength was sapping. The leader being off balance on top of the bodies of his own comrades resulted in him being unable to use his full strength, and he fell over completely due to the effort of his attempt. He was down among the mess of bodies and their appendages. Giving up on disentangling its limbs the leader focused on the head. Two large hands fastened on top and yanked. The neck held for only a second before the head finally popped off, but the life drain did not stop the arms holding its leg in a death grip. Mark watched as the leader thrashed around weekly, no longer strong enough to do anything. It took only about half a minute from the moment the corpse had latched on before the orc breathed its last. Amelia was ecstatic and was jumping around. Mark was just staring at the screen. He could not believe that had worked, although technically they had not completely won. There were several still wounded amidst the pile and another couple lying unconscious near the dungeon entrance. Anyone of them could continue on, or another force could enter. Mark could potentially fight himself, but there was no defender standing in their way. That would change eventually. The hobgoblins would respond in an hour and would finish the job, and that was assuming the reanimated goblin corpse did not pull itself together and finish the job before then. It was the former. Hobgoblins started to respawn from the dungeon core and pour through the dungeon. It seemed the reanimated goblin corpse would take quite a bit longer to piece itself back together. The bear would not respawn for a full 3 days. Mark could finally breathe a sigh of relief when they got a notification as the last orc died. [Congratulations: You have one your first dungeon battle. You have gained 2,730 MP in experience.] Chapter 10: Day 12 Mark still needed time to calm his nerves. The battle had basically been similar to a final shot at the buzzer in a basketball game. The overwhelming relief at having pulled through was being stifled by the fact that they were still in a precarious situation. All their forces¡­ Wow nevermind 3 of the goblins had pulled through including good ole Nasal. Scratch that, they had exactly 3 units left of their forces. Now Mark faced the prospect of rebuilding, and rebuilding quickly. The shade henchmen were already on their way back to work. Mark was fairly sure that they were in the clear¡­ for now. First step was to get more MP because getting 2,730 MP after losing more than 10,000 MP worth in units was far from sufficient for them to recover. Mark had thought they were doing very well. They had more than 200 goblins just outside the dungeon. Sure they were weak, but it was only the second week. They should not be dealing with an army like that this soon. Was the enemy dungeon even developing itself at all? Mark proceeded with the only thing he could think to do, which was to go through the rest of the notifications. There were two. Mark waved Amelia back over. [Temporary Dungeon feature: build orc spawner (spawner cost 2,000 MP: summons one imp, orc, or brute orc with a warrior or scout class of 1 or 2, a day until spawner limit is reached. For every DP contributed over the next 5 days, the max units spawn limit will be increased by 1. *At least 1 DP is required. Countdown: 23:53 Dungeon spawner limit 0/1] A quick check of the encyclopedia showed that the number of spawners of a dungeon would not usually be greater than the number of floors in a dungeon. The max spawner limit did not count toward a floor¡¯s defenders, so if they paid their next 10 DP then they could effectively increase their first floor defender defender limit from 25 to 35. The spawner would only make one a day, but their dungeon would not be being attacked everyday so the units could build to a maximum of 10. The ratio of the three units that could be summoned could be anything depending on the spawner, but worse case they would consistently get the imps which were just as strong as the hobgoblins, so it was not a bad deal. It would prevent them from taking another spawner for this floor, but Mark did not feel that holding out would net them anything better. As far as DP went the next Dungeon floor cost 25 DP, but they might not have 13 days worth of time to make their dungeon stronger. Mark dismissed it for now. They had 23 hours to buy the spawner before it was lost. The second notification was certainly welcome. The interface had accepted his name change request he had made days prior. [Mark Fields has changed the name of reanimated goblin corpse to Stein. Accepted, Justification: Unit was the last remaining unit in a dungeon attack. Unit finished off 12 units more powerful than it and finished off the enemy leader and colonel of the force with a power rating 4 times greater.] Mark checked Stein''s new status. It was quite an improvement. His power rating had jumped 50% up to 1.5, but then Mark guessed it was not every day you killed a colonel¡­ He would come back to that. Steins main stats had jumped, and he even got another agility point so he would be slightly faster.the biggest change however was a new passive skill, Oppressive Aurora: [Oppressive Aurora: Enemy units fighting within this unit''s vicinity have their effective power level reduced by 10%.] A quick check on the word vicinity stated that it would be up to a 100 feet but would be less with other units or obstructions in the way. It was not much, but it was a welcome addition. Now what was this with the colonel? Another dungeon with ranks? It came from a Tier 2 research option, so how did this guy have it? Mark posed the question to Amelia. ¡°I do remember there being a military specialization with it.¡± She started. Mark gave her a look as if to say then why did we not pick that one. ¡°If I remember correctly the specialization had drawbacks such as not being able to research, but had to steal technologies from opponents it defeated. It did give a 10% unit boost and something else¡­¡± Mark breathed deeply. That would have been nice to know. There was an enemy who could not research but had to conquer his opponents. Mark was getting the feeling that he knew who had taken down the past 2 dungeons. He was going to have to tell her to write down any other specializations that she could remember. He chided himself for not doing it earlier, but she had been a bit skittish those first few days. ¡°What are we going to do? We are likely one of the dungeons next to him, and if he took that specialization then he will be back. He could show up with another army tomorrow even¡­¡± Amelia slumped down in her chair. Mark could not entirely dismiss that possibility. He did not think that opponent would be back so soon, but he had been wrong about that several times this game. Forces that could wipe them out kept showing up, and their MP was far from sufficient to keep up. Even if they devoted everything to survival, where would they be later in the game. It was clear that they would need to take some risks. He blamed himself. He had known their specialization, yet had not made much use of it. He was using his standard style of maximizing production to be more powerful later in the game. His mistake had likely started on day 1 when he had spent 30,000 MP unlocking technologies instead of getting the dungeon where it would need to be to take advantage of their specialization. The gnomes had basically been a fluke. Mark glanced up at Amelia who had been waiting for him to respond. ¡°I don¡¯t think we need to worry about tomorrow,¡± Mark finally responded. ¡°At least not for Crassius. I have a couple of reasons. First is that he lost a full division of troops that likely cost quite a bit more than our goblin army. He probably does have more troops, but they are likely guarding his base or off scouting.¡± ¡°How could you know that?¡± Amelia asked suspiciously. ¡°Well for one he sent a division against us, with the minimum amount required. That suggests that he did not have the units to spare.¡± ¡°He could have just thought it would be enough. He could have a whole nother division out there,¡± Amelia retorted, narrowing her eyes. The author''s content has been appropriated; report any instances of this story on Amazon. ¡°I don¡¯t think so. Despite how it might seem, Crassius is facing the same constraints as we are. From the spawner we know he has unlocked warrior and the scout class to level 2. Then we know he had to unlock the several types of orcs that he had among other things. The army we killed likely cost well over the 10,000 MP that ours had cost. He probably does have more troops but they are likely scouting or defending his dungeon. I don¡¯t think he will be back until he has a force that is at least comparable to the one that he just lost. He should know that our dungeon monsters respawn, so he should know that he needs a force at least that strong. He wouldn¡¯t want to waste resources on another unsuccessful attack.¡± ¡°But the bear won¡¯t respawn for 3 days. Without it our dungeon would fall pretty easily. You saying that the next time he comes he will be sure that he will be successful does not make me feel better,¡± Amelia said, folding her arms. ¡°Yes, but like I said. He should not know how long it will take our bear to respawn. The fact that dungeon defenders respawn could be found pretty easily, but not how long. For once the way the interface keeps things from us will work in our favor.¡± ¡°So, what do we do? Build the orc spawner and build an even bigger army of goblins?¡± Amelia suggested. ¡°No, I don¡¯t think that will work,¡± Mark stated. Amelia pouted at him. ¡°We must assume that he watched that battle and is analyzing what resulted in his defeat. Next time he comes he will also have countermeasures for them. What do you think is the biggest reason that we won that battle,¡± Marks asked. ¡°The bear obviously, but it''s not like we could get another one. And don¡¯t tell me that he wouldn¡¯t know that. Except for increasing the amount of goblins, I don¡¯t know what else we can do,¡± She said finally. ¡°Well the bear was a big part of it, but I think it was our archers that even gave us a chance. They killed over half of his forces outside the dungeon, and wounded others. Not to mention the ones they killed in the fork.¡± ¡°So we build more archers?¡± ¡°No, I don¡¯t think they will be as effective next time. He could equip his troops with shields or take some other measure. I would not expect our archers to be as effective next time he comes.¡± ¡°Well unless we unlock one of the stronger goblin types, I don¡¯t think our troops could stand toe to toe with his troops, so what can we do?¡± ¡°You''re right the only thing I can think of is to unlock one of the stronger goblin types, or to unlock the mage class. Both are expensive, so until we are a little more secure I think we need to shift our RP to unlocking stuff like that. The point for today is not locked into foraging, so in 4 more days we could unlock mage and then we can shift it to our next unit type. More expensive goblin types will also cost more MP to build, so I think starting with mage is a better idea. I apologize, we should have done this earlier.¡± Amelia nodded. There was little point to researching foraging when their dungeon was on the verge of being wiped out. ¡°But first I would like to unlock the scout class and build a few scouting teams. The first team we will send to see if they can follow the tracks of the army that just attacked us back to their source. Other units we can send around trying to find barbarian forces that could give us some benefit. It will likely cost us about 3,000 MP, but we could see what Crassius has is cooking up. Plus the scouts might find something else that would be beneficial to us. Our dungeon defenses might be a little weak for a few days, but at this point we will have to accept some risk.¡± Amelia nodded again. ¡°Okay, I will trust your judgment. Now I¡¯m going to see what we can do about Nasal and the other two survivors.¡± Mark watched her leave. A glance at this tactical screen showed that the shade henchmen were hard back at work, and the gnomes had returned and were nervously surveying the damage. He sighed. He would need to get them back to work. The research lab was maybe close to halfway done. An extra RP a day would be really beneficial. Maybe he could negotiate with the gnomes again. If he could get some more gnomes even temporarily. Not that they had the MP to spare. These 10 were already costing him 600 MP a day.
Crassius could not believe it. He stormed around his hut more than a little angry. He had lost an entire division, and the colonel had been killed by that thing. He would have won if he even had another scouting team or two as a part of the attack. That bear had killed over 2 dozen just by itself, and the other¡­ Crassius had not believed that the colonel was capable of falling. A 1.0 power rating unit had killed something at 4.1. The bear he could understand, it had been able to fight the Colonel to a standstill. There was no way this contender could have unlocked another tree, so how did they get the undead? Crassius shook his head. It did not matter. The fact was that they had. In time perhaps they would have even more, and they were not the only thing. Archers had decimated his forces. Then there were the shield units in the dungeon that had been able to halt his advance. Crassius finally sat back down on his throne. He had learned a lot during this battle. Primitive warfare was not something he was well versed in. These types of weapons had not been used for tens of thousands of years. Most of the succession battle had used far more advanced technology. The few more primitive battles he had seen were just beasts, without humanoids being apart. Crassius tapped his throne. He would like to send another force against the dungeon immediately, but all he had were the units in the military academy, 50 units guarding his dungeon and a handful of scouting parties. It would be risky to leave himself undefended. Crassius was fine with taking some risks, but the bigger question is would it be enough? He had enough MP to at least send a couple brutes. They were only recruits and with ranks he could get them to the mid 2¡¯s no issue. He had a dozen regular orcs, but the rest would be imps. All of them were at a lower experience level. He did not even have a regular, and many were even conscripts. Crassius dismissed the idea. The other dungeon would get MP for winning and could rebuild some of their forces and the dungeon defenders would even respawn. Could 2 brutes in the mid 2¡¯s beat it. It seemed unlikely to him. The two orc regulars who were around 2.0 power rating had fought it were not quick or strong enough. If the bear was not focusing on the colonel they would have been killed pretty quickly. Crassius would have to have superior numbers on the beast, or a powerful unit or two. It was undead, so could take a lot of punishment A second attack was unfeasible with what he could send right now. Losing the division had been a big blow, but losing another was not acceptable. Crassius did not like the idea of viewers in the realm seeing him fail twice after all. It would be better to make better preparations for his next attack. The other dungeon would get stronger, but Crassius was sure that he would get more powerful faster. His first countermeasure would be mages. They would be effective against the undead or against shield walls, or just in general. Then he would give shields to his troops to protect against arrows. He had known about the threat archers could pose, but had grossly underestimated it. He had thought that his orcs would quickly close the distance, so had focused on brute force. However a bunch of cheap units like the goblin sending dozens of arrows his way was very cost effective. Crassius wondered just how cheap those base goblin units were, perhaps only 30 or 40 MP. Their power rating had only been a pathetic 0.3 after all. Yet them being archers had made them far more deadly to his troops that cost several times more expensive. Archers¡­ He could add some, but they would not be as effective against troops behind walls. Crassius grimaced, tallying up all the things he would have to do. It would take some time, but he would definitely win next time. The main question was how long he needed to take. He had a good 12 days till the first class of his military academy finished. Perhaps he should wait till they are complete. By then his army would be truly unstoppable, but perhaps, he could hit the last unsuspecting neighbor first. His scouts had found the fourth and final dungeon that was next to his. In two weeks he could have a division at full strength or maybe even two full divisions. He sighed he would hit his unit cap well before then. His imps had already been getting up near the cap before the battle. He would need to unlock another tree or another branch soon or his army size would be limited. It would take a good portion of a week to get to that point, but he would have to do it sooner or later. Chapter 11: Day 14 Day 14 was shaping up to be a busy day. A lot had happened since the battle. It was not even mid morning on day 12 that Mark had unlocked the scouting class for 1,000 MP and built four, four-hobgoblin scouting teams out to do a better job scouting their surroundings. They linked the team that was following the traces left by the orc army. Late on day 13 the team had found the remains of another dungeon. The dungeon was gone, but the signs of a battle and the mounds of coal was a telling sign. The team had then been able to follow the traces of an army a bit to the south. From that Mark was able to deduce that Crassius dungeon should be east of them. The fact that there were four mounds of coal was alarming. Of course he had assumed that the starting conditions for everyone had been the same, now there was the prospect that other dungeons were gathering 960 MP a day more than them, perhaps more¡­ If that was the case instead of getting them a leg up the manna bellows had just brought them to the point where everyone else had started from. It was infuriating, but he could not do anything about it. The dungeon being to the east had a few positive aspects. For one the gnome village lay in between them. The orc army had not passed it since they had come from the last dungeon they had conquered from the northeast, but if Crassius wanted to come at them directly they would likely pass by it. The topography in this case would help them. There was only one pass between the two plateaus to the east. They would either come through it, or from the northeast or a couple places from the southeast. Mark could ensure his scouting team¡¯s could monitor these passes from now on. The gnome village was just offset along one of the cliff faces. Crassius might not have found them yet, but there was a potential angle that Mark could work. Crassius¡¯s goals might be the dungeon, but there was no reason he would not take out others on the way. He could potentially get technologies or other benefits from doing so. Regardless, he had used the recent attack as justification to get Cedrick to come and meet with him again. There were only around 100 gnomes in total, but their help could be instrumental. It was not the only meeting that Mark had for today. A good half day to the south one of his scout teams had run into another sentient race. A village of Bullywugs, or frog people. They had a village on the edge of what sounded like a swamp. Mark could not go himself, but luckily Nasal was now recovered. It had taken a 100 MP potion from the store to restore the broken bones. There was a good chance he would have been able to recover eventually on his own, dungeon units had a sort of regeneration after all, but Mark could not wait. Mark had an established link with Nasal and the scouting team, and Amelia was currently monitoring the team''s progress. It was not the only barbarian people groups they had found either. The team who had found the destroyed dungeon had noticed a few harpies, or bird humanoids flying from the bluff to the north. They suspected there might be a village there, but had no way to confirm. The sides of the plateau were unclimbable. It might take a while to establish contact with them, but allies that could fly¡­ It would definitely be a great boon. The same team had seen more evidence to support what the gnomes had said about the gnolls. There was another gnoll village up in the northeast. Another team had seen a couple of kobolds to the west. They had come out of tunnels, and his team had not decided to follow, so perhaps there were opportunities there. Mark was beginning to wonder just what his goblin squads had been doing when he sent them out to scout. Likely they had just gone out and goofed off, or perhaps they had visited a certain hill that they seemed overly fond of. Investigating ravines¡­? Who could say. Apparently he should have gotten the scout class a long time ago. The scout hobgoblins were not any smarter, but they seemingly had a desire to explore, and the scouting class made them better at finding things. They were just level 1 for now. Maybe at higher levels they would be more likely to locate essence or other resources? The bottom right side of his vision started flashing various colors. ¡°Alright, alright I¡¯m coming.¡± The flashing continued. ¡°Would you cut it out already? Don¡¯t abuse it¡± The flashing stopped. Mark started to make his back to the core room. The flashing came from the tactical map. It was their only way to communicate with each other when not in the same room. Mark was sharing his tactical map with her, and she could play with the contrast and brightness. It was a good way to get the other¡¯s attention. It was a simple thing to keep it open in his peripherals. One of them would stay in the core room almost all the time. Sure they could get some dungeon defenders to watch the core and monitor the screen, but then they would have to communicate with the pedestal outside the dungeon who would then have to send a runner to track Mark down. This method was much faster. Mark vaulted over the earthen wall guarding the mouth and nodded at the entrance guard as he walked into the mouth of the dungeon willing to go to the core room. He had bought 2 dozen new hobgoblins to serve as the entrance guard and 3 squads. It was not much, but he wanted at least a nominal force. They currently had 3,001 MP, but then it was late in the afternoon. At the earliest, Mark had estimated that Crassius could return in about 6 or 7 days. Mark estimated that it would take about that long to build a new army that was slightly bigger and better equipped than his previous one. If he was being real careful, he would take even longer, but then the force he could bring would be really terrifying. Mark hoped he was right. He was not planning on expanding their forces overly much for a few days. Mage would unlock in 2 days, and he definitely wanted to have a good deal of MP to spend then. Until then, 60 goblins were enough to prepare their defenses. Nasal was already inside the bulwark village, when Mark arrived. He shot Amelia a questioning look. She had not given him much of a heads up if they were already inside the village. ¡°If you had gotten here quicker, you wouldn¡¯t have missed anything,¡± she smirked. This girl was getting used to her new reality, and was showing a bit more personality. Mark guessed that a person could only go so long agonizing that their life could end at any given moment before they mentally accepted it. The last attack might have run both their nerves raw, but since Amelia had been doing remarkably better. The bullywug village was a real hovel. Not dirty and grungy like any place a goblin had occupied for more than a little while, but there was not much in the way of buildings. Old dingy hides were stitched together and wrapped around some logs. It was a pathetic version of a Native American teepee. The bullywugs themselves lined the route that Nasal was being led to. There were hundreds of them, far bigger than any force they had seen so far. They had green, brown, or a light beige skin color. Other than that they were just human sized bullfrogs wearing clothes. Half a dozen led and followed behind the 5 goblins. If the specialization Amelia had picked was a total dud, Mark would lose the only goblin he would regret losing. Nasal has too much potential to die here at the hands of a frog. The procession reached their destination and the bullywugs in front scattered to the right and left. In front of the goblins was an enormous bullywug. Besides its size and for the fact that its brown eyes were glazing over there was not much of a difference. Mark was able to pull ratings. The bullywug leader was only at 1.6, which was not too impressive, but considering the fact that he had what must be about five hundred plus bullywugs under him with power ratings at least above the green goblins it was a pretty strong force for this early in the game. ¡°whaaaa haaavvve yaaaaoou cuuuuum?¡± The bullywug leader said the air sac where its chin would be swelled and deflated. Mark sighed. He had thought Nasal was annoying when talking. ¡°I¡¯ve come as a representative of my village in hopes that we could establish relations.¡± Nasal said confidently. ¡°Whaaaaaa, veeeerrrry weeeeelllll. Staaatee uuuuurrrrr teeeeerrrms,¡± the head bullywug croaked. Mark blinked; he had not thought anything would be that easy, but then again the encyclopedia had referred to the bullywugs as violent and simple people, who did not talk much to outsiders. Hopefully they did not see the violent part of that. ¡°My boss has authorized us to trade technology for technology, or otherwise make a deal. Perhaps, I might suggest the tech buildings. Buildings would help protect your people from the elements, and you could build walls or other things to improve your village''s defense.¡± ¡°Hmmmmmmmmm, betweeeer, wuildinnnngs cuuuuulddd heeeeeeelppppp keeeeeeep ourrrrrrr heeeeeeeerbs dryyyyyyyy, annnnnndd maaaaaaayyyyy heeeeeeelpppp agggggginsssst theeeee lizzzzzzzarrrrrd meeeeeen,¡± the bullywug finally croaked out. Mark had the feeling that it was other people who did not like to talk to them, and not the other way around. This content has been unlawfully taken from Royal Road; report any instances of this story if found elsewhere. Nasal toughed it out negotiating for well over an hour. A majority of the time was spent due to the fact it took the bullywugs a long time to say anything. However Nasal made a commendable bargain. The bullywugs would trade 2 techs. One to get the building tech and another to get goblins to come and build huts to store their herbs and a fort for them. Nasal would bring back a list of available techs. Nasal even got them to agree to send some bullywugs to join their force and provide defense for the dungeon in place of the goblin workers. It had actually been the suggestion of the bullywug leader, when Nasal attempted to lower the amount of goblins that would have to come, or after saying he would need to go back and ask his boss. The bullywugs'' anatomy made it difficult to build, so the leader was insistent on it. The encyclopedia did say that the bullywugs were not overly attached to their young since they had so many of them. A single egg sac planted in the marsh could birth several hundred and since there were a good amount of bullywugs that laid egg sacs the amount would easily shoot into the thousands. They were a constant nuisance to those around them since their numbers were unending. It was not his concern. Their dungeon was not in the swamp area. Mark felt bad for whoever was. The leader had mentioned lizard men, which was a dungeon race. Perhaps a dungeon to the south was in conflict with them, or it could just be other groups of barbarians. Mark was not sure how the goblin building would turn out, but getting 2 techs and a different type of soldier was not a bad deal. Once it was completed they got a notification. [Congratulations: you have established a relationship with the bullywug people. You have agreed to trade the tech buildings to the bullywugs and give them custody of your 3 squads of goblins to serve as builders. In return you can pick 2 techs from the bullywugs and will get 36 bullywugs to serve as soldiers. Your representative, Nasal, has accepted this deal on your behalf. You can reject the deal at the cost of severing relations with the bullywugs.] Why would he reject? If he could he would accept it right now, but it looked like he would have to wait for Nasal to return. The 36 bullywugs would be accompanying him. They would be getting 33 tadpoles and 3 pollywogs. The difference between the bullywug types appeared to just be age. The tadpoles were the youngest. They were smaller, short and skinny, with long skinny tails, standing about 3 ? feet tall. The power rating was 0.45. The pollywogs on the other hand stood a foot taller. They were much fatter, more closely resembling the bullywogs, but their tail was still on the longer side instead of the bullywogs short stub. They had a power rating of 0.9 making them just touch stronger than the hobgoblins power rating wise. They would see how useful they were when they arrived, but they could not be any worse than the goblins. They could not officially accept the deal till Nasal arrived back, but they could see the options. All the simple ones like crafting, foraging, trapping, and domestication were on the list. They needed foraging, but Mark already had it half studied. Domestication could help with food and they could raise horses or other animal types for various purposes. Unless they opened the beast tree in the units page it was seemingly the route to get cavalry units. However for their current needs trapping was at the top of the list. It could be a game changer in the up and coming battle. The second one that he was immediately drawn to was one called herbology. It had the word unique by it, and unless it was a research from the higher Tiers it was not on the research list. Since it said unique Mark was under the assumption that it likely was not. Researching it would give access to the alchemist class. Which all Mark could gather about that class was that they could develop potions and other concoctions. It was an auxiliary class. It was not combat related, but could potentially help their dungeon. If they did not take it they might not get another chance. Mark''s thoughts were interrupted by the appearance of a couple of gray blimps on his tactical map. The alarm alerted him since they were not units from his dungeon, but using the spy feature Mark quickly identified the plate armored gnome leader and a couple more from his clan. ¡°Lets see if we can go 2 for 2,¡± Mark said, turning towards the guardian room door. ¡°Ask them about essence sources,¡± Amelia called after him. Mark nodded as he stepped through. They had come up with a couple of things to talk with the gnome leader about, asking about essences was not a bad idea. However, he would have to see where the conversation went. The last conversation had started off pretty shaky due to their goblins having tried to steal the clan¡¯s sheep. Mark quickly saw that the leader was carrying his war hammer. He felt uneasy for a moment approaching the short but intimidating figure. He was a gray blimp now, but who knows if he could turn red and attack all of the sudden. Mark forced himself forward. ¡°Welcome to our settlement once again,¡± Mark said, giving a slight bow. He did not quite know the etiquette for these situations, so he defaulted with the bow. Hopefully, this was not a sign of subservience or something. He liked the dungeon building aspects, but diplomacy not quite so much. ¡°Aye, I would like to say the place is really coming along, but¡­ Well, seems there is still a bit to go eh,¡± Cedrick chuckled to himself. ¡°Well it has only been a week, and we have had a lot going on,¡± Mark stated. The good news is that the gnome seemed in a more jovial mood. ¡°So I¡¯ve heard. My people tell me you had a bit of an orc problem. Surprised the lot of you, did not kill right over, but then I also heard that you were able to summon quite the army yourself¡­. Is that another function of that orb thing?¡± The gnome leader inquired as he scanned the clearing. Mark was not quite sure about that aspect of things. For the barbarians this world and their history in it was completely real. Mark did not know if they were lines of code or they were in a pocket dimension and everything was real. Mark had wondered about it quite often. The things they could do, the interface functions? In the end, he just had to accept that he probably would never know. However, he had gleaned that the right thing was to just play along. There were certain interface functions that seemed to be accepted. Like the building template automatically being put in the gnome''s minds or the trading of techs in the first place. There was no training or teaching the tech would seemingly just be known after an agreement was struck, so accepting the dungeon functions should not be too much of a stretch. ¡°Yes, it is a function to be able to create soldiers. However the main reason I asked for this meeting is to discuss the settlement where the orcs came from.¡± Mark gave the leader everything they knew and highlighted the potential danger to the gnome¡¯s settlement. ¡°I see,¡± The gnome leader scratched his bearded chin. ¡°We will look into it, but in the end how are they any more of a threat to us then you guys. Being able to quickly get an army of that size and strength is a threat to anybody. Who knows what you could become¡± Cedrick said, raising an eyebrow. ¡°Well we could agree to some sort of non aggression pact or something if that would make you feel better about us,¡± Mark suggested. ¡°Aye, that''s a good thought but in the end an agreement is just that until one side decides to break it, no¡­¡± the Gnome replied thoughtfully. ¡°I guess that''s true¡­¡± Mark responded thinking. Then an idea occurred, ¡°There is manner to ensure peace between two groups¡­ We could have such a relationship that is so beneficial to both groups that it is more beneficial for both sides to keep the relationship going.¡± It was the idea he had thought up based on the world economy to prevent war. ¡°Ah, so deepen relations to decrease the ability of either group to sever the relationship. It¡¯s not a bad idea, but how would you suggest we go about that?¡± It was a good sign that the leader seemed responsive to it. ¡°Well for one the research building that we are currently working on could be a boon to both of our settlements. It will aide in increasing knowledge in areas like essences and herbology.¡± Mark had decided they would be the bait to real the gnome leader in. Essences were something unique he was sure the gnomes would want to study, and herbology was a unique tech. No way they were not interested in it. ¡°Essences?¡± The Gnome echoed. ¡°You know something about essences.¡± Mark nodded. ¡°Aye we know a little about them, but have not been able to successfully explore its benefits, and herbology is something we are interested in.¡± ¡°And that could just be the beginning of things. We can build other buildings that will have other benefits. Of course, we would be dependent on the gnomes for both the building and utilization of such buildings. I¡¯m sure you¡¯ve noticed that our people aren¡¯t too suited for such things.¡± ¡°Ahahaha, that is an understatement,¡± Cedrick chuckled. ¡°It definitely sounds interesting. Despite knowing how, my people could not build such a building in our village. Must be another thing related to that orb of yours. Don¡¯t suppose you have another of those hangin around?¡± ¡°Afraid not,¡± Mark said smartly. ¡°Then on behalf of the Holmsturg clan, I accept your offer.¡± [The relationship with the holmsturg clan has been improved to allies. While the two are still separate sovereign entities, both sides will work together to ensure mutual benefits.] ¡°Then maybe we can talk about hurrying production for the research building?¡± Mark offered. A half hour later the two had ironed out the specifics of a deal. Cedrick would bring a majority of the gnome village to hurry production on the research building. The builders had already done most of the intricate work, so a bunch of manpower would be enough to finish the job in a day or two. Mark had also worked in them completing the builder hut. The builder hut was a building that would house the shade henchman and other non combatants during an attack. It basically kept them on ice, and even if the hut was destroyed it would respawn with them inside. It was a simple building that would take a fraction of the time then the research building was. Right now with 12 henchmen it would theoretically protect 6,000 MP worth of rebuilding if the enemy did target them. Chapter 12: Day 16 A lot of things were set to occur on Day 16. Nasal and his scout team were set to return from the diplomatic mission to the bullywug village. The village was only a half day for his goblin units, but the tadpole and pollywogs that were returning with them had low stamina when it came to overland travel, so the trip had taken three times longer with frequent stops. It was a mark against them as to their usefulness, but then when it came to aquatic or swamp travel they were like fish in water. So far what Mark had learned about the succession battle map was that the Endless Bluffs truly were endless. There were even plateaus jutting out of the swamp although they had not looked near as tall or imposing, but after finding the swamp which stretched on for miles, it was apparent that there were other habitats. There was likely at least one dungeon in the swamp; the aquatic units would be useful for scouting that one out. Not that they would likely be doing that any time soon. Survival was still the primary concern, and Mark would want all hands on deck. The tadpoles and pollywogs would not be able to move quickly in and out of combat, but they could still fight. Amelia had even witnessed them jump nearly 20 feet into the air, which gave them a deadly way to enter combat albeit only being able to do it once. As long as they were defending, standing their ground, they would be as good or better than the goblins. Another thing set to finish today was construction on the research lab and builders hut. The gnomes had arrived in force in the evening on day 14. On day 15 they had set to it with both building projects making major headway. The research lab started to really come together and the builders hut sprang into existence. At some point today, both projects will be completed. Mark was interested in seeing the specifics of what the research building would give besides giving a second daily RP point. But most importantly today was the day their fifth RP point had just gone into completing the magic class, and Mark was very interested in seeing their capabilities. Right now their dungeon is currently sitting at 10,076 MP in preparation of building new and better units. Today he would build some mages. Then assuming they grabbed another RP point today like they had for DP after building a floor in their dungeon, they should have enough RP points to unlock the Brown Goblin Legionnaire for 5,000 MP in two more days. The hope was that when Crassius returned, his armies would not be able to crush their forces as easily, but both new additions were uncertain. All Mark knew of the legionnaires was that they had a power rating of 1.2. Which was a definite improvement from the yellow hobgoblin 0.8, but Mark did not know how that power would be used. The fact that they were called legionnaires made Mark picture a roman fighting force with well equipped troops and strong formations. Then again, legionnaire was technically a french word, so maybe he had some misconceptions about the term. Hopefully, they will be strong foot soldiers. From what Mark had gathered about goblins, the hobgoblins would be better versed to be mages or other specialties like scouts that depended more on intelligence. The other goblin types would be better warriors, so there was no question on what type of goblin he would be using for his mages. Mark had sequestered himself into a corner of their settlement clearing. He was on the opposite end from the construction projects. The gnomes were still not up and around yet, but they would be soon, and Mark did not want to be caught up in the hustle and bustle of their work. They were efficient, but they were also costing him over 2,000 MP a day to hurry production. Mark would love to keep all of them working on building projects, but the gnomes were unwilling to devote themselves for that long and Mark did not have the MP to spare. After today they would go back to only having the 10 gnome builders, and Mark would devote every available MP to building their forces. Mark brought up the research units tab. Mage level 1 was now available. What Mark noticed first was the exorbitant cost of unlocking level 2. Paying 25,000 MP was not something that they would be able to do anytime soon. Level 2 for the other classes was only 5,000MP. After seeing that the unit cost for giving a unit the mage class was 100 MP, it became clear that mage and healer classes were ten times more expensive than the other base classes. It was a bit of a set back since each yellow hobgoblin mage would cost 220 MP instead of the 130 he had expected. However, Mark did not hesitate in building his first yellow hobgoblin mage. The hobgoblin appeared with a staff with a polished knob on one end. Other than that there was not much difference between it and the other hobgoblins. He pulled up the screen
Yellow Hobgoblin 32 (35/125) Mage lvl 1 (conscript) Power lvl: 0.8 Morale: 50 (content)
Strength 7 Attack: 1 Defense: 1
Endurance 9 Abilities/Skills
Agility 8 Mage bolt, Fire Ball
Vitality 8
Intelligence 8
Wisdom 5
Like all classes the mage class gave a 10% boost to the unit''s power level. For the mage class the boost was actually a tangible improvement of the unit¡¯s stats, with a noticeable boost to the unit¡¯s intelligence and wisdom. This hobgoblin had 2 more in intelligence and 1 more in its wisdom. This was far different than the other classes where the boost increased the unit¡¯s fighting capabilities or something. The boost was welcome since it meant the unit had more manna to burn through, and would recover it quicker. Mark had already gleaned from the encyclopedia that for each point in intelligence the unit would have 10 MP to burn. Then for each point in wisdom the unit would recover 10 MP over ten minutes. For his level 1 mage hobgoblins this meant they would have 80 MP to use, but could only recover 50 MP every 10 minutes. The units had two spells. Magic bolt which cost 10 MP and had a 3 second cast time. Then they had a fireball spell which cost 50 MP and had a 10 second cast time. Regardless, it was clear the units would quickly burn through all of their manna, and would hardly be able to replenish any with how quick battles were likely to happen. Perhaps the goblin tree was not the best tree to build mages from, Mark frowned. Mark had the hobgoblin demonstrate both spells against a large and sturdy tree. The magic bolt was a small little blue ball of manna that streaked quickly from the hobgoblins staff to strike the tree. It left a blackened hole on the trunk of the tree. From which a faint trace of black smoke sifted out of. Mark equated it to being shot with a molten hot bullet. It definitely looked effective, but with how resilient the orcs were, it would likely take more than one to take them down unless the mage scored a critical hit. The Fireball was about the size of a beach ball when it left the tip of the staff, but quickly expanded at least ten times in size. It splashed against the tree trunk with the greater part of the spell washing around the edge of the trunk. The trunk was left burning for a 3 or 4 seconds before the flames died out, leaving the smoldering charred surface of the trunk. The spell might not immediately kill units, but they would probably be out of the fight or would only be able to continue with difficulty. The fireball would easily hit 2 or 3 units as long as they were close enough. If you encounter this story on Amazon, note that it''s taken without permission from the author. Report it. Mark built another 9 hobgoblin mages. Then he spent the rest of the morning testing them. The magic bolts proved to be quite versatile. They would accurately hit their target and could be shot with any sort of trajectory. They could fly straight at the target, or they could sail in arcs to any degree. The only limiting factor was the distance traveled. Mark guessed it to be about 200 feet. The steeper the arc the less distance the spell could go since the 200 feet was the spell''s flight path. The bolt would strike with the same force as long as it was within the 200 feet, after which it would sizzle out within another 10 to 20 feet and hit with a reduced amount of force. The fireball spell was less versatile. The effective range looked to be about 30 to 120 feet. It took a little bit for the spell to expand and then it would sail about a hundred feet before it started to break apart. It was a good crowd control spell, and potentially good against a group of units with shields. After gauging the effectiveness of the spells Mark retreated back to the dungeon¡¯s core room for lunch. They were trying to do at least one meal a day together, so that they could go through what they were doing and contemplate various plans. The meal was usually lunch. Since she was rarely up when he did breakfast, and by dinner time he was more worn down and did not really want to converse or socialize by that point. What he saw when he entered caused him to freeze. Amelia was in yoga pants and a tank top doing her best to imitate the dance moves from a music video on a barn door sized, slightly translucent video screen. Mark just watched for a minute as she continued on. She actually was not half bad. She was hitting most of the moves with a second or two lag. He had known she had a whole database worth of books, but apparently she had other stuff. Mark felt a slight annoyance at having access to none of it. Movies, music, and books from whole other planets would be pretty cool. He could not nerd out about dungeon stuff all the time. His dreams were getting pretty game-like since it was all he spent his time doing for the last two and a half weeks. He could use some recreation time away from it all. Amelia froze when she finally noticed him. A second later the video flipped off. ¡°I was just getting a bit of exercise,¡± she said, giving him a cheese eating grin. ¡°I can see that,¡± Mark responded. ¡°I came back to do lunch. I just got done learning the ins and outs of our new hobgoblin mages.¡± ¡°Yeah, I know. I was watching for a little bit, but then I got bored. Don¡¯t know how you can focus on something like that for that long, although honestly I thought you would be slightly longer,¡± she said wiping the sweat from her forehead. Mark¡¯s eyes narrowed. How often was this girl watching him. Maybe he should blur himself on the tactical map like she did, but then again she basically had administrative access being the actual contender. She could override or limit him all she wanted, but he could not do it to her. She had started to mess with him lately. Sometimes limiting his access to certain screens among other things waiting for him to figure it out, and unless Mark wanted to make the trip back to the core room he was forced to change the contrast on his tactical map in protest. His access was usually restored mere seconds later, so he knew she was watching, while probably giggling about it. Whatever Mark finally decided. Who cares what she did. She obviously needed the amusement he was sure it brought her. ¡°I will go and use some bath scrub and get ready, and then I¡¯ll join you,¡± Amelia stated walking back towards the hut. Mark sighed. He had already moved on. The exercise outfit was definitely new. A quick glance at his notifications and saw that another 24 MP was gone. Since Amelia was going to be otherwise occupied for the next 45 minutes Mark started to think about what he was going to do while waiting. He did not have to think too hard. He received a notification. [Accept negotiation with bullywug village Yes/No. Terms: Provide bullywugs with building tech and give custody of your 3 goblin squads. In return choose 2 techs from the bullywug people and accept the service of 36 units from the bullywug village.] A glance at the tactical map showed that Nasal and company had just entered their territory. They were still a half mile out, so it might take them a while to actually get to the settlement, but apparently entering the territory was enough. Mark accepted the negotiation and immediately chose Herbology (Unique) and Traps. Marks intent was to immediately start sifting through the trap options, but he found himself sidetracked with a new notice. [Notice: You have gained a temporary building option. Option is available as long as at least one tadpole or pollywog is still in your service.] Mark willed it to go to the new building option. [Fishery (2200 MP) (0 of 1) allows the ability to allow aquatic type units to grow to maturity. Current types available Tadpole, Pollywog. Required to be built on a source of water in your territory.] Mark blinked. He knew that there were other unit buildings to allow units to be produced although they were currently all grayed out. At the home dungeon that type of building was not required. However in the future when they had other bases and their associated territories he would need these types of buildings unless he wanted to have to move units from the home dungeon each time. For this, if he understood it right. As long as he had at least one tadpole or pollywog he would be able to develop more. A check of his units tab, did not show them as an option to summon since he had not unlocked them. Maybe it was available since the tadpoles or pollywogs could lay egg sacs in the fishery¡­ Mark still was not entirely sure how helpful the two types of units would be, but he would rather have them than not have. It would be entirely too easy for these 36 to die, so he would need it sooner than later. He started to scan his territory to see if there was a body of water that would meet the requirements. What he found was a small pond or algae pool might be more accurate. It was a living room sized pool of water that likely was not more than a couple of feet deep in the middle. The surface was covered by one giant mass of algae. He checked to see if he would be able to build it there. Luckily, he was met with a little note that said it was highly suitable. Mark hesitated. First he wondered if he really wanted to spend the MP on this. The cost was enough for a good deal of units, and they were in a situation where every unit might matter pretty soon. The second consideration was whether it would be better to build this in a larger body of water. This pool''s small size might in some way limit them. They could only ever build one of these, but he currently only really had this one pool as an option. Who knows when they would be able to expand their or get another territory. There were a couple of streams that snaked through their territory as well, but the interface indicated that they were not adequate. Whatever Mark sighed as he built it anyways. The note said that this pool was highly suitable, and Mark could not resist. He clenched his teeth as the fishery sprang into existence by the pool. The algae was cleared from one side of the brown murky water that was buoyed off. A shack appeared by the water¡¯s edge. It looked like some rundown shack he could expect to see somewhere out in the bayou in states like Louisiana or Mississippi. There was not much, but what really drew Mark''s attention was the options the building gave. Basically the fishery had 30 slots available. A tadpole would take up 1 slot and a pollywog would take up 3. Once a slot was filled it would take one week before it matured. Mark¡¯s mouth dropped. This would basically give them 1500 to 1800 MP worth of units every week. Better yet Mark could spend the appropriate amount of MP to give them a class when the slot was filled, and there was no other associated cost. There was only the condition that he had to keep at least one tadpole and pollywog alive to have them as options. He did not have to do the math to realize that it was a good deal. In 2 weeks they would easily surpass the 2,200 MP he had just spent. He would have to squirrel one of each type away somewhere safe, or he could just have one of each option always being developed. That would do the same thing. Of course he would run the risk of losing them if the building was discovered and destroyed. The fishery would respawn once attached to the dungeon, but the slots would be empty. In the end he decided the risk was pretty small. The fishery was out of the way and relatively difficult to get to. Mark decided to build 24 tadpoles and 2 pollywogs for the first batch. This would give him two full squads and two reserve tadpoles with every batch. It only cost him 240 MP to attach the warrior class to each one. His initial excitement started to settle down as Mark thought about it in prospective It was a good boon to their dungeon. One that would provide a steady stream of low level units, but in the end it was not a game changer. It would help keep them alive earlier in the game, but later as their production increased and they got access to more units it would start to fall behind. Chapter 13: Day 16 After lunch, Mark dived headfirst into his new trap options. He had first started to look at adding traps to the actual dungeon, but had quickly dismissed the thought. All of them could only be built using DP. Until day 18, they would not have DP to spend since they were currently all going to the orc spawner. Mark took a look at the spawner. Currently they had 4 of 8 slots filled, so far they had only gotten imps. Mark expected to at least get a regular or two before the 10 slots were filled. The spawner had a 60% chance to give imps, 30% chance to give orcs, and a 10% chance to get an orc brute. They might not have gotten one of the stronger units yet, but they had gotten 2 level 2 warriors. Mark had been able to turn off the option for the scout class, so he had a 50/50 chance at getting level 2 warriors with the default being at level 1. Just because dungeon floor traps were off the table did not mean that they could not make use of the tech right now. Before he had been restricted by the interface from building anything that could be considered a trap. Which meant he could not even build a little moat with wooden stakes around the earthen bulwark, among a couple other ideas. Now he had no such restriction. Unfortunately, his 3 squads of goblins had immediately left once he accepted the bullywog deal, so he did not have a lot of manpower. Mark stood atop the earthen wall outside the dungeon entrance. The gnomes were scurrying back and forth. They had gotten back to work several hours ago now. The research building looked practically finished. The builder hut looked to only need a few holes filled in for its siding. They would probably be finished with both projects in another 2 or 3 hours. Mark went back to looking for Nasal. He finally found him at the edge of the clearing. The frog warriors were nearby. Mark noticed that they were staying in the shade of the trees. For the amphibians, non watery environments were probably not the best. They certainly would not be able to work out under the sun for long. Whatever, Mark had decided on another task for them. ¡°Boss, standing by for orders,¡± the lieutenant said, snapping to his feet as Mark drew close. ¡°Good,¡± Mark said as he started through a list of new orders. He was pleased how quickly and willing his lieutenant was to get to the task despite having just returned off a multiday trip. He guessed it was one of the perks of being a named unit. Supposedly, they were more united to the dungeon¡¯s mission, whatever that meant. Any other goblin would have complained upon being given a new task. Maybe not always to his face, but definitely afterwards, and that was despite the fact that they were usually just laying around. Half his day seemed to be spent keeping them on task. The first order of business was what to do with his new ¡®frog¡¯ units. They would stay out of view in the woods. This would hopefully keep them off his enemies radar. It was always good to have a few secrets. For now he would send them to take care of his new fishery building. They could set traps, but for the main part they were supposed to camouflage the shack with foliage along the side and make the few routes to the little lagoon look as inaccessible as possible. Only a few units would occasionally leave the area, so he was not concerned for their comfort during the quick trip. The second order was to make their dungeon more difficult to assail. The entrance guard would fortify the entrance, but he would need a substantial work force to do everything he wanted, so he summoned 12 new squads. Each had one hobgoblin with a class and 11 unclassed green goblins. The 2 surviving green goblins from the last battle were under the entrance guard. Mainly since it kept their morale up. Mark had held off from getting a bunch of units since their maintenance costs would go up, but he had no choice now. He needed more workers. The 12 new squads of goblins were to dig a trench at the base of their earthen walls. Then they cover its bottom with wooden spikes. The ditch had to be wide enough where even the athletic orcs would not be able to leap across. They would leave no gaps. His units could use gangplanks to cross from the inside to the outside. The gangplanks would be easy to remove during an attack. The entrance guard would do the same around their bulwarks. The squads would prioritize the trenches, but they would also pit traps inside of archer range. Once again these pitfalls would have sharpened stakes at the bottom. The traps might kill some but they would do more to break up an attacking force. As traps were sprung they would kill or wound units, but they would also start to naturally funnel enemies into fewer paths of approach. Where his mages and archers could more closely concentrate fire. Half the clearing would be filled. The other half would not really have anything so that the gnomes could work without much obstruction. His buildings would just be relatively unprotected until he built walls around the whole settlement. They would respawn, so it was not a primary concern. He would lose out on some production during the downtimes, but it would not be much. Mark forced out a maniacal laugh once his trap layout was finished on his tactical screen. He could basically pencil in his designs and Nasal and other appointed goblins would be able to reference as needed. The whole process had taken several hours, as Mark tried to be as thorough as possible. He had archers and mages shoot their arrows and spells so that he could determine their ranges precisely. His design should be as effective as it could be. ¡°Umm, I hope you''re not going mad,¡± Amelia said, taking a teasing step back while holding up her hands in surrender. Great, he had forgotten she was there. She had joined him outside at some point. She had shadowed him some of the time, but had also gotten bored and wandered off to see the gnomes or goblins. ¡°Cedrick says the research lab is done. He has been oh so patiently standing by waiting to see everything that it can do,¡± Amelia states. Mark closed his screens without a word and started heading that way. Amelia quickly fell into step beside him. ¡°So now that the research lab is done. What are we going to work on next?¡± ¡°Personally I would like the gnomes to start on a barracks, so that we could forever be done with that pesky experience penalty. But¡­ Now, I¡¯m also looking at a crafting house. It depends on the research lab capabilities. I¡¯m hoping to figure out how to make potions and other things from the research lab, but we will need a crafting house to actually produce them. The barracks is massive and will likely take months to complete, but the crafting house is about the same size as the research lab. So maybe we should do it first. Then there''s walls and towers and some defensive things that would be nice¡­¡± ¡°Walls would probably take a while, but I¡¯m sure a couple of towers would be pretty helpful,¡± Amelia posed. Mark flashed her a grin. Walling off the whole settlement would indeed take a good amount of time. Not only would they need the walls, but they would also need walkways for his units to be able to fight from. Then who could say how long wooden walls would even last. After seeing his mages perform fireballs against tree trunks, he did not think they would last as long as they would back in ancient or medieval earth. A couple of the trees this morning had even been weakened to the point that they collapsed, as a result of being the target of a handful of fireballs. Wooden ramparts seemed like one of those things that would be pretty effective for the first portion of the succession battle, but they would eventually time out. Mark had come to the conclusion that the current earthen walls and traps would have to be it for now. Still a couple of towers would improve things. ¡°I was starting to think you might never come,¡± Cedrick said, hopping up from a makeshift bench. One of his big meaty hands clutched a large beer stein half full of the ale he had spent their precious MP on. ¡°Follow me,¡± he added, leading them to the building''s entrance. The gnome gave a detailed analysis of the building''s exterior pointing out various features including wood type. Mark just nodded along. It was well made, but in the end it looked like a fancy version of a log cabin. Like any he could have seen by lakes or at campsites back on earth. It was a single story with three interior rooms. A double door served as the entrance and two windows were placed on either side. There were four more additional windows. One on each side and two on the back. There were a couple steps leading to the doors with a porch overhead. The roof was raised to allow rainwater runoff, and was made of thatch. It basically looked like someone had put a brown hula skirt over the roof, but Mark had seen them using some sort of resin-like substance to ensure that water did not seep through. Mark was still not sure whether it would rain here in the Endless bluffs. So far it had not, although it had looked like it might one of the days. They were about a month in, so he was beginning to wonder. Finally, Cedrick finished with his overly lengthy explanation and they headed inside. The doors lead into the large room. There were some chairs, desks, and tables as well as a bookshelf that supposedly would auto populate based on what they decided to research. Windows were on each side of the room, and two doorless entryways led to the two back rooms. The two back rooms were filled with pretty much the same things. They were all a part of the research lab, and had appeared by themselves once the building was built. This tale has been unlawfully obtained from Royal Road. If you discover it on Amazon, kindly report it. Mark waited for Cedrick to finish his unneeded exposition. Mark could not fault the guy. They were proud of their work. It was not like they were in a hurry. It was late afternoon now so it was unlikely that they would be able to get much out of it today. Once finished, Cedrick stared at Mark. It was his turn to show the usefulness of the research lab. What he had known and told the gnome leader had been pretty vague. Mark just made his screens visible, so the gnome leader could follow along. The gnome''s eyes widened and he soon was swiping his hand through the image. Amelia started to give a short explanation about the interface for the gnome. Mark had already moved on and become absorbed with his new building options. The research lab could be used to research up to three things. The split was based on room size. The big room had exactly four times the square footage of the back rooms. They could allocate up to 20 researchers in the main room and 5 for each of the back rooms. Each room would have its own focus. The focus could be very specific like ¡®healing potions¡¯ or could be more general such as just ¡®potions¡¯. The research options had various levels of difficulty. The focus being more general and less specific would also factor into the progress speed of research. The progress speed was much more ambiguous. It would be shown by a simple percentage complete. It was not specified what constituted progress actually being made. The rooms could only focus on one topic, but they might have several different projects that were being worked on, all with varying levels of completion. Then there was a fair chance of several of the focuses from different rooms complimenting each other on a common project. The options were numerous, but Mark did quickly notice none of them were the same as options that they had on their research tab. The research lab would be the only way to get them. Mark had wondered how they were supposed to get magic items or potions. The research lab had been exactly what he had expected. At some point Amelia had finished her discussion. Now Cedrick and her were also lost in the possibilities. Amelia had opened her own screens so that she could scroll on her own. Mark had made it through the list within a couple minutes. There was a lot that could be researched, but in the end it was still basically a game so there was a finite limit on them. The succession battle creators had to have taken the time to think up each one and then determine how to place it, so that it did not become a broken aspect of the battle that gave too much of an advantage. The creators had already expressed that they would not mind adding a patch midgame, but he doubted it would look very good for them to change the specifics of something a contender worked to obtain. Mark quickly started to narrow down his considerations. Everything was nice to have, so Mark started on things that they needed and could use immediately. Anything with magic weapons or using special metals was immediately out. They did not have the requisite techs like basic minerals or mining to obtain them, nor did they have buildings like a forge to make them. Mark had already decided that the crafting house would be their next building project. The crafting house was the building required to build small items or potions Mark quickly had the list of his top options. Most of them were based on having a crafting house since it would likely be done before anything research wise was completed. Not that Mark had any clue on the timeline. One option did catch his eye that he had not expected. Research for specialized classes for unit branches. Right now they only have the basic classes. Once their dungeon hit level two they would gain access to advanced classes that fell under the base classes such as swordsman under warrior or ranger under the scouting class, but this research option was offering other classes that would never be available otherwise. Sure they only had the goblin branch open, but it was still enticing. What was even better was that the difficulty rating was ¡®Easy¡¯. He could make the focus more specific and less general such as saying he wanted only magic based classes, but Mark would rather just keep it general and see what they got. The other two looked like they had looked through the list at least, even if they had not come to a conclusion on what they wanted, so Mark felt comfortable with starting. ¡°My top three choices would be enchanting, potions (specifically manna restoration), and specialized class research. For the last we could keep it general so that gnomes could research the gnome branch and we could research the goblin branch. The manna restoration focus I would be fine switching out once we have a good method of restoring manna.¡± Amelia nodded along with Mark. They had talked plenty, so she should be aware of their needs. Although the manna restoration was a relatively new need they had just discussed over lunch. Enchanting items like arrows or spears was a no brainer. The specialized classes were something that would bring obvious benefits. Cedrick scratched his chin with a frown on his face. ¡°I¡¯m afraid that when we talk about building this building one of the biggest selling points and one of the main reasons why I quickly agreed, was the prospect of studying essence. Now I can¡¯t say that any of the options wouldn¡¯t be nice. The three you propose all are excellent options, but as far as the Holmsturg clan is concerned, we would like to see that essence study be one of the focuses.¡± Cedrick studied Mark as he strove to keep a passive expression. Mark was not against studying essence. It was definitely a good option. But they already had an option to use the one essence source that they knew of and he would not say it was a prime concern. To top it off, it was labeled as a very hard difficulty. That being said, it was the twist of this succession battle so it had obvious importance. The method they had to use their life essence was somewhat limited since they had to use it within an hour after a living being died, and the measures of essence they would require could not be discovered until attempting to do so. Essence could only be removed for a day before it started to lose its potency, so it was difficult to use. Regardless it seemed to be a nonnegotiable point for the gnomes. ¡°Very well, we can include it as one of our focuses. Since it is not a priority to us I would like to put it in one of the back rooms, though,¡± Mark stated while studying the gnome leader. This was actually what Mark would want to do, since it was not an immediate concern. However, it was also a test for the gnome leader. If the gnome leader pushed for the big room, then they either had a lot of interest in essence, or more likely they knew of a source of it. ¡°I would like to ask that we make essence the primary focus. I have a bunch of gnomes eager to look into it, so I could fill many of the 20 spots. It is a very hard research difficulty, so it would be good to have as many bodies working on it as possible.¡± Mark tried to look like he was thinking about it, but he had already decided on a course of action. ¡°We will agree to that only if the gnomes have access to a source of essence and we can potentially get some of that essence as well,¡± Mark stated. Cedrick''s expression had morphed to a very serious expression. That definitely confirmed that they had an essence source. ¡°We will go first. We have access to a life essence source. Of course the gnomes can have access to the life essence although it is fairly limited. We get maybe a measure a week,¡± Mark added. He had sent goblins to the life essence spring multiple times over the last week and had confirmed that it was indeed filling back up. Cedrick''s expression lightened. ¡°Aye we have a source of Stone essence and know of another, although we would have to fight if we wanted to get access to it,¡± Cedrick stated firmly. ¡°Your terms are acceptable. Perhaps at some point in the near future we can talk about obtaining that third essence,¡± Cedrick added, rubbing his chin. ¡°Yes, once things are settled in another week or two perhaps we can¡­ Do you have a preference on the other two focuses?¡± ¡°Since you have had good faith with us. I will tell you that we have a method for manna restoration. We don¡¯t have many mages, but we do have a few. We can show you how to make them. I¡¯m saying this because of the three options potions is the least desirable and that is assuming we make the option the more general ¡®potions¡¯. Our clan definitely would like to explore the potion focus, but as a whole I think we like the idea of the other two.¡± ¡°Building things is basically in our blood, so enchanting is mighty appealing, and the specialized classes. We have access to the basic classes and the advanced class ¡®brawler¡¯ under the warrior class, but the prospect of new classes would open up more options.Then the fact that either of these research options could potentially combine with the essence research option¡­ Practically has me salivating. I don¡¯t suppose we can open up another room or two,¡± Cedrick said wide eyed. It was a mad scientist expression, if Mark had ever seen one. Mark flipped open the options for improving the research lab. Since the gnome was interested in it, Mark was definitely fine with potentially getting the gnomes help with doing so. There was a basement option that would add two more rooms with ten researchers a piece. There focuses would also be able to combine with the other three. The other expansion option currently available was an add on single room building. The focus would not be combinable with the others, so he doubted the gnome leader would be about it. However, Mark could not discount the option since it would give another RP point. ¡°Hmm,¡± Cedrick murmured when Mark made the options visible to the gnome. ¡° The basement would be nice. But it would certainly take a lot of work. Likely three or four times as long as the building itself since we would have to be careful not to affect the foundation and would have limited workspace having the work in confined spaces. We could not rush the job either. The other option is not as appealing,¡± Cedrick concluded. ¡°We were planning to have the builders work on the crafting house and perhaps some archer towers as the next couple of projects,¡± Mark stated. ¡°Aye, It''s best not to be too greedy. Fill up some of ur¡¯ other shortcomings and then we can come back to it,¡± the gnome nodded. ¡°Very well, then we will go with enchanting and specialized classes for the two small rooms, assuming we get the method the manna restoration method. Then the only matter we need to conclude is how many gnomes we could expect to fill research positions.¡± The gnome scratched his chin. ¡°Lets say 20. If I don¡¯t put a limit on it every gnome in our village would be liable to be over here scratching at the door. If that is it, I¡¯ll be off then. Maggie will be dying to find out about things, and the other building should be just about done.¡± The gnome left through the door. ¡°Will those options work out?¡± Amelia inquired. ¡°I mean essence has the highest difficulty rating of very hard.¡± ¡°I think we could not be in a better situation. For one we can potentially get immediate access to the manna recovery method before Crassius comes back. That alone will help me sleep better at night. Then the prospect of these research focuses potentially combining¡­ Cedrick is not the only one salivating. Plus did you see the special feature we got for having the gnomes build this for us?¡± Amelia shook her head, so Mark pulled it up. [Due to the nature of your research building, you will receive an unexpected boon every time you discover interesting places and unique people groups.] The reward was fairly ambiguous, but was open ended until they had searched the whole Endless bluffs battle map. It was a welcome boost, albeit an unknown one. It also did not take any extra effort on their part, so it would be pretty easy. It just gave them one more reason to explore. Chapter 14: Day 19 Word finally reached them midmorning on day 19, an army was marching through the eastern pass. The alert came from some gnome scouts. An orc army 200 plus strong would likely reach their territory by early evening. The ranks were filled with orc regulars and there were more than a handful of the orc brutes. After informing him, the gnome scouts retreated back to rejoin the others monitoring the force. The gnomes would watch, but mainly to see if the force was headed for them. The gnomes had a vested interest in the dungeon surviving the attack, but it was not enough to come to their aid. The news was not wholly unexpected, although Mark secretly wished he had been given another day or two. He spent a few minutes dwelling on the information. The army was only 33% bigger than the last force, but it also had a higher number of higher quality troops. Last time they only had a couple dozen orc regulars and one brute orc. The scout had noted that there was likely at least 50 orc regulars and around 10 brutes. The scout had also noted that nearly a quarter of the enemy force bore shields, and there were a handful of orcs carrying a staff, likely being mages. Their arrows would not devastate this force, and enemy mages could blast their defenses. Mark dwelt on the fact that his predictions were spot on for how Crassius would improve his forces. It did not bring any comfort. Besides for their mages, Mark did not have any countermeasure against units with shields. As far as the mages, he would have the archers target them as much as possible. Mark had loved to see what his mages could do, but it was concerning to have those same capabilities turned against them. A well placed fireball could wipe out half a dozen goblins easily, and with their low vitalities it was unlikely that they could survive a single magic bolt. The orcs on the other hand could likely shrug off the magic attacks unless they were a critical hit or were hit directly for the fire ball. Mark silently went through a tirade of swears. It was not fair. The orc army had a lot of power houses and their numbers were not small. In fact Mark¡¯s forces only barely outnumbered them, although they currently had 6386 MP that Mark would use to increase that gap. Outside the dungeon, they had 8 scout teams, 12 squads, 10 mages, the 24 entrance guard, 36 frogman, and 20 legionnaires. Only about 5 of the scout team would be present to aid in the defense. Other than that only the mages and the legionnaires could Mark realistically count on to beef up their defenses. The rest were just numbers and unless they at least doubled the enemy numbers they were basically fodder.
Brown Goblin Legionnaire 20 (4/83) Warrior lvl 1 (conscript) Power lvl: 1.2 Morale: 50 (content)
Strength 13 Attack: 4 Defense: 2
Endurance 14 Abilities/Skills
Agility 11
Vitality 11
Intelligence 5
Wisdom 4
Luckily, the legionnaires were exactly what they had expected. Their physical stats were all three times higher than that of the green goblins. Even their intelligence and wisdom was only a bit below that of the yellow hobgoblins. At 200 MP they were far more expensive but would be necessary to keep their defensive lines from instantly collapsing against the oncoming orcs. However they would have to be interspaced with weaker units, so the lines would still likely not hold out all that long. In the last attack the hobgoblins and green goblins had been too far outmatched. The legionnaires were a good deal bigger standing a foot half foot taller than the hobgoblins with more defined muscles. Hopefully with the earthen wall it would be enough to last long enough for their range attackers time to whittle down the numbers. The earthen wall had not really been changed too much. It was maybe a half foot taller from the newly dug dirt pulled from the ditch at its base. The ditch was six feet wide, but only about a foot in depth. In total it was around a five and a half to six feet height difference that the attackers would have to contend with. Hopefully, it would prove difficult for the orcs to assail. It was not as much as Mark had wanted, but they had only a few days of work to get to where they currently were. The pitfalls and other defenses that Mark had designed had not come to fruition. It was clear it would have taken several weeks for their defenses to get up to standards with the plans Mark had made. Mark brought up his units page. He needed to both bolster their numbers as well as build some of the more beneficial mages and legionnaires. It was clear they would need more legionnaires to man the walls. Mark summoned another 10 legionnaires. It was all that Mark felt he could spare for the expensive units. They would be interspaced with the other troops, but 30 should be enough to only have a 10 feet gap in between them if they manned the entire wall. Which likely they could cheat quite a bit on the backside. With both forces only having a couple hundred units the circumference was far too large to be effectively attacked or defended at every point, and if Crassius tried it would likely play in their favor. Mark also summoned another 10 mages. They would provide the firepower against enemies with shields. They would stay in the middle of the fortification and shoot till they ran out of mana. Luckily, Mark did have an answer for that thanks to the gnomes. The method for manna recovery that Cedrick had talked about was rather crude. Along one of the eastern plateaus there was a mineral called Eres rock, that could basically serve as a manna recovery salt lick. The mineral would be broken down based on a unit¡¯s manna pool size. A unit could consume an amount that would restore their manna pool twofold. The recovery happened fairly quickly. A unit could pop it in like a jaw breaker and actively suck on it as required. The only downside were the side effects. Even a little would make a unit sick. The rate varied depending on the unit¡¯s stats. Mark had not been able to collect the Eres rock with his units due to not having the mining tech. Foraging would have been another contender, but they had been able to collect the essence. Mark had thus determined that if a resource was identified they would be able to collect it. Well as long as it did not depend on another tech such as the mining tech. He could only assume that basic minerals worked in the same way as foraging. Regardless, they could not do it. Luckily, it was easy enough to convince the gnomes to bring them a large quantity. Cutting them down to the appropriate size was another manner. Without the crafting house that was currently in work the results were far from standard. Eventually, Mark had sidetracked one of the gnome builders for a few hours. The result was a heap of hundreds of manna recovery rock licks. Mark kept most of them in the dungeon since a unit could only take so much at once anyways. A size that would provide double the hobgoblin mages manna pool had been found through trial and error. That amount would already debilitate the unit soon after consumption. Any more would exponentially increase the sickness till the unit became comatose or even died. Although Mark had not tested near that far. Mark had a good idea on what the amount a unit could consume was based on. Based on estimates from the gnomes he had linked it to intelligence, wisdom, and vitality. Unfortunately, the goblin¡¯s three weakest areas. Supposedly, the gnome mages could recover 3 or 4 times their manna pool size. Just one more reason on why they needed to unlock another branch. Mark sighed. After summoning the legionnaires and mages, they currently had enough MP to summon another 6 standard goblin squads. He would have to do at least this much for numbers. He would be able to make a couple more squads as they gained more MP throughout the day. Counting his 3 squads of frogmen they would have over 300 defenders outside the dungeon. Inside the dungeon they had an additional 6 orcs from the spawner. They had one regular orc and five imps. The only other new addition was his new trap in the amphitheater room. A large wooden rolling pin with thimble like studs that would roll down the incline mowing down enemies trying to climb up the center of the room. A crank would raise it back to the top. The whole contraption was currently stationary, but in the future Mark wanted to add grooves so it could roll across the top to be able to drop down anywhere on the amphitheater¡¯s slope. But it was all he had been able to get with the 4 DP they had available this morning. With the help of this trap the amphitheater would be the place of their final stand this time. The enemy already knew about three inclined hallway fork they had made their last stand during the first battle. The rest of the dungeon would once again be just more distance the enemy would have to transverse. You could be reading stolen content. Head to the original site for the genuine story. It had always been a bit of a mystery why the layout was so much bigger than the amount of troops that could be stationed on the floor. Ten additional units from the spawner would hardly make a difference. Most of their first floor would remain unutilized. ¡°Will it be enough?¡± Amelia asked hesitantly, stepping up beside him. She had likely been spying on him and was already up to speed. Mark shrugged. ¡°Well we will have about a hundred more units than last time, but then again the enemy will have more as well. Our unit quality has improved, but theirs has more so. I guess we will see. The goblins will do what they can to improve our fortifications in the meantime.¡± ¡°Going to be another close call,¡± Amelia breathed deeply. ¡°It''s a shame, we could not finish some of the research lab projects before they came.¡± Mark nodded. It had only been a couple of days but there were a few projects already under way. The lab was manned by 20 gnomes and their initial 10 hobgoblin mages. The gnomes had 15 working in the essence room, 3 in the enchanting room, and 2 in the specialized classes room. The goblins had two specialized class projects already started, although there was currently no information on them. They each had only progressed a few percentage points so were apparently not very well defined. The gnomes had another class of their own, also undefined. Then there were 3 undefined enchantments. There was only one project that was defined, a simple piercing enchantment that was already at 12%. So far there was not a single essence project. Although they had secured a measure of life essence for the researcher''s use. The gnomes had brought a measure of stone essence as well, yet no progress had been made. Luckily the gnomes already had a couple uses for their stone essence. One of which was an effective measure to keep essences from dissipating when away from their source. The gnomes had done this by mixing stone essence with clay. The resulting clay pots would keep the essences from dissipating. It was a good thing since their life essence source seemed to be far more limited. The clay pots would keep it good for months. Mark could only imagine what a game changer even the one piercing enchantment could make. Would the arrows be able to pierce through shields or armor. Would their spears or hatchets dig deeper into their enemies bodies. Mark sighed it probably would not be that much of a game changer, hopefully they would survive so that he could soon see it. Their research points were once again designated to the foraging tech. On top of not being able to collect resources The research lab had revealed that research techs were a limiting factor. Until they opened things up on their tech tree the project options would be limited. For example, they would not get anything to do with metal until they had unlocked that tech. It was dependent on the dungeons tech tree, so having the gnomes was not a work around. Mark had a theory that these limitations were the reason they did not have an essence based project. Basic minerals were likely one of the culprits behind their lack of progress with stone essence since stone was made up of minerals. Foraging was likely related as well since the researchers were not able to use collected plants or other life based things to develop projects. For the future of their dungeon, they needed to unlock those so that progress would not be stifled. Mark had also discovered that he could not try to help by talking through scientific principles with the researchers or otherwise trying to lead them. Mark had dreamed of using the right ideas to help get things that would be beneficial, but he had soon had to dismiss the idea. He had gotten a notice for attempting to do so. He could not get too upset with the fact since others would likewise be unable to do so. The gnome researchers and builders were still here, but they would likely bugger off well before the attack. Mark had already cut off the MP going to buy ale and food for the gnomes. They were not going to stay and fight, so they were not his concern. He would only have to spend a few hundred MP to buy the daily food rations for his units, so that they could be at full strength for the up and coming battle. The 10 hobgoblin mage researchers would have to fight. It would be a shame if they died in battle since it would set back their research since different individuals would have to take over. Different individuals would have different ideas and may not be able to carry on with what their predecessors had done or might do so at a reduced rate. Not that they had much of a choice. They only had 20 mages in total and were hardly in a position to safeguard those 10. It was all a moot point unless they survived the upcoming attack. Their upcoming dungeon development showed great promise but would not help them today. Mark ran his fingers through his hair. They were only in the third week of a battle that would likely last several years and they were already under threat of being wiped off the map for the second time. Mark conversed with Amelia for a few minutes, but soon excused himself to go and supervise the preparations. There was not much else that he could do. Amelia had agreed to not spend MP so that they could buy as many units as possible. Based on the timetable, Mark knew for sure he would be able to summon 3 more squads, but he was hoping to get a full 4 squads. It would depend on when the army would arrive. A couple scouting teams had been sent to monitor the enemies progress. Unfortunately, their link was already attached to another scouting team that had ventured far from the dungeon, so Mark and Amelia would not be able to actually see their enemy for themselves. They would have to depend on the goblin runners sent back from the scouting team. Since the goblins could not really estimate numbers very well, Mark was going to just stick with what the gnomes had said. **************************************************** Crassius monitored his army as they exited the pass. The land sloped down as his troops poured out from between the plateaus. It was his largest army yet, with 206 units, although it was not as big as he would have liked. He had hit the unit limit cap with both his imps and orc regulars. All but 2 of his imps were part of this force, and 56 of his 76 orc regulars were participating. The other 20 regular orcs were a part of his military academy''s first class. The class was not set to graduate for another 3 days. It was a shame, but they would not be able to participate today. However they were all that was left that could protect his base since he had brought almost everything else. He had however received his second medal to give to this force¡¯s commander. His second colonel currently had a power rating of 3.8. It was not as high as the leader of his last attack, but the unit only had recruit level experience versus the veteran experience level his last colonel had. However, unlike his last force he had 9 other brute orcs participating including 3 brute orc captains each with a power rating of 2.4. The platoons each of them led were only at half strength with about 60 units a piece. The other 6 brute orcs made up a half strength squad. Crassius was happy with the army that had cost nearly 40,000 MP, but he was also frustrated. Unless he unlocked another branch this was about as big as his army could ever be. He had thought of opening one of the cheaper branches, but had dismissed it. Goblins and kobolds would allow him to build a lot more units but would also increase the daily cost of providing food. It might take him a week or so of dedicating all of his MP, but he would rather unlock another branch of powerful units. Crassius had gotten a few updates on this dungeon, but had lost his scouting team days ago due to the gnomes that lived in the area. A second scouting team had not even made it out of the pass. It seemed the gnomes were actively guarding it. Crassius had no doubt that they were currently monitoring his forces'' progress. After this dungeon was destroyed, he would deal with them next. While he did not know the specifics, It was clear that this contender had negotiated some help from the gnomes. The gnomes were building for them and also scouting and protecting their eastern flank, or they could just be guarding the pass to protect themselves. Crassius did not know whether they would participate in the fight, but he was confident this army would do well even if they did. Regardless, Crassius would deal with this dungeon and then find and destroy the gnome village. He had already wiped out most of the neutral villages around his dungeon. Doing so had actually helped him unlock a few techs, on top of eliminating potential threats it was a big boon to his dungeon. Now he felt relatively safe leaving his dungeon with so little defense. The 2 imps that were not a part of the attack were monitoring the last dungeon bordering his own. It was a dungeon to the south on the edge of a swamp. The natural and built dungeon defenses made it quite clear he would need a stronger army to tackle. Nope, first he would take this dungeon. He already had some bad blood with them since they had wiped out his last army. It had been frustratingly close. While they had likely made preparations for his return, Crassius had also prepared for the assault. Every unit of one of his platoons was equipped with shields. They could effectively protect themselves against the deadly arrow barrages. They would be the vanguard and breach the enemy, then his other troops would come in and finish the job. Crassius would have liked to get all his units'' shields, but he was currently buying them from the store and was paying a premium as it was. Then there was the fact that he had a dozen mages and 10 brute orcs. Even that pesky bear would not be able to fight a couple brute orcs working together. Not that they would get the chance. His mages would turn those 2 undead to crisps, hopefully before they were able to do anything. He almost dared for them to try the same method of blocking the narrow tunnels that they had used last time. A fireball would wreak absolute havoc on them if they tried. Yes, this would not turn out like the last time. Chapter 15: Day 19 The army reached their territory just past 1800 (6pm). With half an hour of daylight left, there was plenty of time for the battle to start and conclude, based on the speed of the previous battle. It was clear that Crassius did not have any expectation of this attack surprising them. He brought his forces to the clearing''s edge and started reassembling them. He even had apparently allowed them to rest for a good fifteen minutes. They had marched all day after all. A brief rest would improve their morale and allow them to refresh, if only a little. They sprawled out and drank and ate. It did not at all appear that they were prepared for a counter attack. Not that it mattered. The earthen bulwarks were the only thing that would give his units a fighting chance. Mark was not about to order his units out of it, not that they would listen if he did. With a morale level of content, they probably would not perform a suicide charge at his behest, but it was not the goblins that Mark was transfixed on hoping for a suicidal charge at the moment. Amidst the scattered red dots on the tactical map, there were a handful of blue blotches indicating the positions where his frogmen were scattered. A couple of them were quite close to some of the orcs lounging around unguarded. One group was even near the brute orc squad. It would have been an opportune time for them to surprise attack the strongest of their foes, but the frogmen did not move an inch. The idea had been for the frogmen squads to attack from behind targeting orc regulars or brutes. Hopefully, they could catch some of the strongest units unaware. They had half a day to pick out and disguise their locations, moving fallen trees and other forest refuse for both concealment and to discourage enemy units from approaching. They could not be too far, the frogman¡¯s lacked stamina on land and could not move very fast after an initial burst, but they had not needed to be. There were plenty of locations for them to hide based around the most likely route of the enemy approach. Mark had assumed that the enemy would come straight at them from the east and he had been right. Now only a couple of the frogman locations were in danger of discovery. Every minute that ticked by increased the odds that one of the carefree orcs would notice something. Mark would love for his frogman to attack now. There was a good chance of wiping out the 6 brute orcs that had set themselves up only 30 feet away from a whole squad of frogman. With their long jump they could close the distance in a couple of seconds. However they would then face certain death. It was a trade Mark would gladly take, but he had a much more cavalier take on their lives then the units themselves. ¡°Urrrggg,¡± Amelia grunted in frustration as she watched the screen. She would apparently make the trade as well, but the frogmen near the brute orcs were doing everything they could not to be noticed. ¡°Hopefully, they will at least attack from behind after the attack begins,¡± Mark muttered in response. If they survived this, he would have to reconsider having units operating alone away from the main force in battle. It was evidently too demoralizing, unless the unit felt they had a good chance at survival. Perhaps if they were well trained, or had a higher experience level like a veteran or elite. ¡°They''re starting to form up,¡± Amelia exclaimed pointing at the red dots at the tree line that started to cluster. Mark swung the view that way. Sure enough the orcs were beginning to assemble and prepare for battle. The sun had almost completely faded from view, and the settlement was already in shadow. Still there would be enough light to not be considered dark for another 15 or 20 minutes. If the last battle was any indicator, the fight on the surface could easily be over in that time period. The warlike orcs were far from squeamish like the frogmen. They would blitz in and either one side or the other would be left standing. The orcs with shields took the vanguard positions. They would lead this charge. The majority of them formed up in the middle with the main army, but a squad of them positioned themselves off to the left with a couple other squads. They were setting themselves up to assault the dungeon entrance and the main circular fortification at the same time. Another minute passed as the orcs readied. They were a race basically born for battle. Despite marching all day, they did not seem overly affected. Each orc was eyeing the goblins like hungry dogs waiting to be let off their leashes. Mark grimaced as he saw orcs light torches and move towards their buildings. They would respawn, but it would still take time. Crassius was not taking any chances this time. He was going to make it hurt as much as possible, even if they were able to survive. ¡°Those assholes,¡± Amelia said frustratedly as the buildings were all lit. Except for the generator they were made of easily flammable materials, so caught on fire fairly easily. ¡°I really hope we can pay them back someday¡­ you know, provided we survive.¡± Mark smiled. During the last attack Amelia had almost been scared stiff. While she was certainly afraid, she was also clearly frustrated and angry. She was ready to hit back. Hopefully they did survive and they would get their chance. With a final ¡®Huraaaaah,¡¯ the orc army surged forward. The orcs surged forward. The round viking-like shields swung as they pumped their arms. At least up until dozens of black streaks launched from the goblin lines in a high arc. The orcs raised their shields and all of the arrows that did not thunk into the ground were caught. There might have been a hit or two out there somewhere, but not a single orc went down if one had struck true. The next volley was a direct shot and was even accompanied by a couple magic bolts which were at the very edge of their range. Once again most of the arrows and bolts thunked harmlessly into a round shield or missed entirely. The magic bolts did not have enough strength to punch through the solid wood shields. Mark noticed that one of them had even started to fizzle out before hitting ineffectually into a shield. However a couple orc imps did go down with arrows hitting below their shields into their abdomen or legs. Only seconds later came the rest of the magic bolts. With a 3 second casting time the mages would really only get one shot before the orcs in the front reached the wall. These bolts all struck true. The mages having seen the raised shields had shifted their aim toward the exposed legs. Still only a couple actually went down, although apparently one of the imps had been trampled by his own force as Mark noted the imp counter tick down by one. Seconds later the orcs reached the wall. Unlike last time, the orcs were not immediately vaulting over. The battle reached a sort of stalemate as the orcs tried to get over the earthen wall that was effectively as tall as they were due to the ditch at its base. The main fortification was holding. At least for now. The orc forces started spreading more to the flanks. The goblin legionnaires and hobgoblins squad sergeants were heavily concentrated at the point of impact. The flanks were mainly green goblins with a few of the higher tier goblin units interspaced quite a distance inbetween. The entrance fortification did not look to be faring as well. The ditch surrounding it was not as deep. The hobgoblin entrance guard was exacting a toll on the enemy, but it was clear that they would not endure as long as the main fortification. They were all still alive, but somehow Mark could tell. Likely in a couple of minutes they would all be dead. Arrows and magic bolts continued to rain upon the orcs. In addition, goblin spears occasionally were meeting flesh. The enemy counters started to tick down. Imps and orc regulars were falling. A brute orc had not been killed so far. That might change soon. Several of them were already in the thick of it, and the squad of six were only now preparing to charge across the field. They were led by a dark brown orc brute that Mark could only guess was the army leader since his power rating was at 3.8. It was not as high as the last commander of the previous army, but still it was far higher than anything the defenders had available. Those seven would be the last since the rest of the orcs were already in the thick of it. Fireballs flew from both sides around the same time. Goblin mages targeted clumps or orcs and the orc mages targeted the precious high quality goblin troops. The orc mages could only hit a couple goblins with one shot due to being lower in elevation and only having the upper torso and heads within sight. Still when each fireball consumed a legionnaire or hobgoblin among others, it was catastrophic. Goblins with their heads and shoulders consumed fell back off the earthen step and quickly died. The goblin fireballs landed amongst the orcs. Half splashed against shields and washed over them. However the shield bearer was effectively defended although scorched and likely forced to abandon their wooden shield. The ones that did hit the troops, consumed 3 or 4 a piece. A dozen fireballs consumed twice that amount of lives. In the grand scheme of things the exchange was in the enemies favor as gaps newly created in the defense allowed orcs to start making their way in. Fortunately, orcs inside the walls became a favorite target for goblin archers and mages. That was¡­ right after the orc mages that had drawn the goblin ire with their flashy spells. Mark guessed that at least half of the orc mages had been killed almost immediately after firing their attack since they had positioned themselves further from the wall to get a good angle. The goblin archers had immediately honed in on them, and only a few made it back behind the walls and out of view of the goblins on the raised earth in the center. The breach in the front was effectively minimized due to the goblin ranged defender''s efforts, but it would not last long as the brute orc squad was charging right into it. The brute orcs were hardly slowed down. They vaulted over the walls instantly joining the fray. One brute orc was skewered through by a goblin spear as he sailed over the wall, but the orc answered by simply lopping off the head of the unlucky hobgoblin. The wound had to be serious, but the brute orc continued with the others. He might not survive the battle, but he intended to take as many goblins down with him as possible. The seven brute orcs started the carnage. Imps and orc regulars were quickly joining them inside almost immediately. The brute orcs had opened an effective safespace for the weaker units to enter in great numbers. Other attempts to breach the walls faltered entirely as the orcs flowed back along the wall toward the path of least resistance. The battle momentum shifted entirely in the orc favor. This text was taken from Royal Road. Help the author by reading the original version there. The goblin mage response was immediate. Soon a dozen fireballs streaked in, all targeted on the brute orcs. They exploded around each other effectively creating one huge fireball. It illuminated the night and briefly cast a multitude of grotesque shadows out from the impact. The light quickly dwindled back to a few scattered fires still alight. The brown orc commander had managed to dive out of the way entirely. The rest were consumed along with a handful of other imps and regulars. However several of the brutes emerged from the dying flames, their skin smoldering, but they were still on their feet. Their charred hands dug around their waist. Soon to emerge with vials that they poured down their throats. Mark did not need to see the effect to know what they were. ¡°Health potions,¡± Mark mumbled. The restoration happened quickly over the course of 10 seconds as their flesh was restored. They were not completely healed but were definitely back in fighting condition. Unfortunately, for them they were left alone standing in empty space amongst the smoldering bodies of others. The goblins archers loved easy marks and all but one went down anyways to a flurry of arrows. The brute orc squad had been effectively eliminated, but they had done their job. That last fireball was likely the last that the goblin mages would be able to manage since most had already cast one prior. The mages likely had little if any Eres rock left to restore their manna, and the archers were about to fall into the melee. Once that happened the fight would be fairly one sided. Mark felt a sinking feeling as he glanced at the unit counters. It was actually kind of nostalgic and made him think briefly of his past on earth. He had grown up playing several different sports and watched other games that he was not a part of. In a good number of games, there was always a point where he had felt it. They were going to lose. There was no way to turn it around. They either did not have the skill or enough time. In this case, the amount of defenders had dwindled to be about equal to the attackers above ground, and they would not be able trade off killing one for one. Even if they fought well there would still likely be around a hundred enemies left. They might have taken out the brute orc squad but there were still 5 out there. Then there were 38 orc regulars still alive. The dungeon entrance had already fallen, and those orcs started to make their way to the main battle. It all seemed hopeless. There were still some holdouts. Nasal was leading the biggest pack of goblins to the left side of the raised platform in the middle. His group included most of the remaining 11 legionnaires. It was the last bastion for the defenders as the other groups still alive maybe had a half dozen or so. However, they would not last for long. The orc leader was making his way in from the right or from the raised platform. Two of the brute captains came advanced from the front. Then the orcs who had wiped out the entrance guard were pouring over the walls from from the back left. The archers had been pulled into the melee. They had been fractured into a bunch of tiny groups. Mark had noted several goblin mages collapse in exhaustion, their manna reserves empty. The frogmen were starting to advance through the clearing to join the attack. Better late than never, but they would hardly be able to turn things around. Five minutes and the fight on the surface would be over, and Mark knew the new dungeon additions would not be enough to deal with what was left. Mark glanced at Amelia. Noticing the movement her eyes shifted to his. He did not have to say it. She knew as well. There was nothing that they could do. This would be the end for them. However the decrease of sounds of battle made both of them snap their attention back to the screen. The orcs were just standing there, seemingly zombified. Their arms fell slack to their sides and they stood still. Everything just paused like that for a second. However a couple seconds was enough for goblins shrinking away from certain death to become emboldened. Always the opportunists, the goblins frantically started to attack the helpless orcs. In seconds dozens were cut down. The tide was only able to shift for a few seconds, because the orcs seemingly awakened from their stupor. They began to raise their weapons in defense, although they were still being pushed back by the goblins. More from confusion than from martial prowess. The orcs had regained their awareness only to find themselves in a one sided slaughter, with goblins rapidly advancing on them. Most of the fractured groups had cut down orcs and clustered into bigger groups. The orcs almost as one started to pull back from the goblins who took it as a sign of more weakness and pounced. The initial pull back turned into a nearly full rout, although there were plenty of holdouts as many orcs loved battle even if it resulted in their deaths. They were soon overwhelmed and the goblin force was left amidst a pile of bodies cluttering the earth. ¡°What the hell was that?¡± Amelia exclaimed, stepping closer to the screen, as if it would help her find a clue to what happened. Mark stood there stupefied himself, before he thought of something. Soon a notification was featured on the center of the screen. Mark and Amelia had got it only moments ago, but had apparently subconsciously ignored it and mentally swiped it away like an unwanted pop up, as they concentrated on the battle. It was an all contender notice. [Notice: Contender, Crassius Nacht, has been eliminated by another contender. Contender has been given a unique reward. Contenders Remaining 32/35] Apparently, someone had sneak attacked Crassius while his army was out. Instead of just disappearing, the orcs had apparently gone through some sort of a reboot period, converting from dungeon creatures to another neutral faction. Awakening unorganized and being killed they had quickly chosen to flee from battle. Mark could not believe it. Not only were they going to survive, but they would retain a decent portion of their forces. Amelia was already jumping in excitement laughing maniacally, having also read the notification. The knot in his chest unraveled instantly. Throughout the battle he had felt it getting tighter and tighter like a noose tightening around his very life. After seeing the enemy army he had started to lose hope, but finally something had gone in their favor.
Nehemiah Rourk could not stop himself from laughing. Easy, it had been so easy. A dungeon core had been relatively left unguarded. Sure the pedestal and core had been enclosed in a box like contraption to keep it from being attacked directly, but his scout had only needed a few minutes to get past the rudimentary lock, and it had only taken that long because it was dark. If the fool had left even a small contingent of units to guard the core, Nehemiah would not even have thought to attempt it. His scout kobolds were sneaky due to his specialization, but would not be able to last against the far superior orc warriors. However a whole army of the orcs had left early that morning. Where they were headed he had not a clue, but it did not bode well for one of the other dungeons. Likely, the goblin dungeon since the army had left to the east. Unfortunately, Nehemiah did not have a scout watching that dungeon at the moment. He had instead concentrated on scouting out as much of the tactical map as possible. He made a mental note to keep a watch on all the dungeons he had found, or well at least all of them near his own. Intel was power afterall. No telling what he would have been able to learn from watching the battle. There had not been an all contender notification. Perhaps it was too early for the army to have reached there. It would have been close if they had marched all day. Nehemiah would have loved to wait, but he had no way of seeing the results. He also had no way of knowing when the orc dungeon would build more units and he would miss the opportunity. Nehemiah had been too nervous to wait any longer. His scout had infiltrated the camp just after dark. The few remaining orcs were intimidating, but were all contained in what looked like a training facility. However they were too far to hear or see the small statured scout, and now they were seemingly free to roam as a new neutral party. Did not matter to him. Just one more roving band far away from his dungeon. Without his specialization, Explorer¡¯s plight, the infiltration would not have worked either, since his scouts would have shown up as red dots on the opponents tactical map. Explorer¡¯s plight was an early or mid battle focused specialization. He started with the Foraging and Mapping techs. He gained benefits for each percentage point of the Endless bluff map that he explored, with bigger rewards for each 5 or 10 % that he revealed. The first percentage point had been a paltry 1000 MP, but they were getting increasingly better. The 5 % reward had allowed his units to travel faster across all types of terrain and for longer, increasing the rate at which he could unveil the darkness on his tactical map. The 10 % reward had allowed his scouting units to go undetected in enemy territory provided their scout class was at least 2 levels higher than the enemy dungeon level and were not seen directly by an enemy unit. Since he had already unlocked the level 3 scout class by that point and every dungeon was still at level 1 his scouts could move freely throughout the map. In the future he could see his units being able to assassinate enemy commanders. Still he had not gotten much out of it till now. Not everyone was dumb enough to leave their core relatively unguarded. He already discovered 5 other dungeon starting locations and uncovered 11 % of the map. Although only 4 of those dungeons were still in existence. One he had just knocked out, and the other had been knocked out by this dungeon prior. It was how he had discovered this dungeon so easily, following the war party¡¯s trail back to the start. Regardless, whether the under the radar ability gave him any benefits from now on he had already gotten a boon, Nehemiah thought as he examined his unique reward for eliminating one of the other contenders. It was called a covert outpost. It would not affect his settlement limit, and could be built automatically anywhere one of his units currently was. It would both spawn a unit and allow him to build an additional 5 units weekly. All of which would start with a regular experience level and any class and level he had access to. Food and other basic supplies spawned in a quantity to support up to 36 units. It was a forward operating base. His unit that had just ended the dungeon was one of the furthest from him, so he would have it continue Northeast as far as possible. So far he had not uncovered a dungeon to the south or west of his location. He had two thoughts on that. The first was that he was at the end of the map in those directions. The second one was that the succession battle creators had placed groups on dungeons in clumps across the map, and that a few days of travel would not reach the next clump. If the second option was correct, then his own dungeon was on the Southwestern edge of his own clump. To the west of him inside the swamp was a lizardmen dungeon. To the north was a construct dungeon. In the middle of the clump was a goblin dungeon. Then Crassius and the other defeated dungeon were to the Northeastern edge of the clump. However if option two was true, Nehemiah had a sneaking suspicion that there might be a seventh dungeon to bring the clump to seven. That would make the math work out for five seven-dungeon clumps. If that was the case then the succession battle creators had been aiming for five dungeons to survive to fight it out for the end game. Whatever, it did not change what he needed to do. He would clear the surrounding area looking for more dungeons. Starting his outpost three days to the Northeast was not a bad idea since it was the direction he had been finding dungeons. He had only a day to build the outpost, so he would have his scout travel as far as possible in that direction. Luckily, he had the contender capability tech, so could give the scout detailed directions. It was the safest option. Last thing he wanted to do was to build the outpost to the South or West, then to find the edge or corner of the tactical map soon after. Since he was given 11 % completion on map discovery, he knew the map was indeed limited. Chapter 16: Day 20 Mark groggily shifted in his sleep due to the blaring alarm. It was 0341. He had been up late into the morning hours dealing with the battle¡¯s aftermath, so it took him a few seconds to come around. Realization finally hit him and his eyes snapped open. A dread hit him as he pulled open his tactical map. Had the orc band returned? He had done what he could to prepare for that possibility, staying up till past midnight and even converting day 20¡¯s DP to bolster defenses. Post battle, their forces had still retained 14 mages, 9 legionnaires, 36 frogman, and just over 5 goblin squads. Mark had spent the MP gained post battle and converted DP to buy 11 new legionnaires and 6 squads for numbers. Certain that this amount and the dungeon would be able to deal with the remainder of the orc army should they return. Not much else he could do since they currently did not have any MP coming in from production. It was still alarming to see dozens of red dots pouring in from the west. Zooming in only made the sinking feeling grow. It was not readily apparent since it was nighttime and it was even darker due to the foliage shielding units from the faint celestial light, but the first appraisal immediately dispelled the fear of the return of the orc army remnants. The unit was a wooden block golem with a power rating of 0.9. Other appraisals brought revealed more block golems as well as clay golems with a power rating of 0.45 It was an entirely new force from one of the other dungeons. Why now of all times? What horrible luck. They had just weathered and survived due to a seemingly lucky break, but now had to undergo another assault. His mind quickly came to the realization that it was precisely the reason that they were being attacked. One of the other dungeons must have noticed that they were being attacked the day before and decided to send their army to clean up. This was not a one on one chess game, but a battle royal. They were just unlucky. Mark quickly got to his feet. Less than half a minute had passed since the alarm first went off, but every second counted when another army would arrive on their doorstep in another 10 minutes. Mark¡¯s mind was already blazing through what he needed to do. ¡°A different dungeon is attacking us,¡± Amelia said in a disbelieving stupor. ¡°I¡¯m leaving to rouse our forces,¡± Mark said, darting to the door before pausing. ¡°Amelia, I need you to grab 28 manna recovery rock licks and bring them up to the mages.¡± Mark did not wait for a response. The mages were important for their defense. Mark could only hope that the mages had recovered from the prior battle. When he had left just after midnight the mages had all been basically unconscious, resting due to the overuse of their manna and Eres rock licks. Over 9 hours had passed since the point where they had exhausted themselves, so hopefully they had recovered enough. Mark flew through the core room door and out of the dungeon entrance. He almost stepped on a frogman that was lying right through the entrance. Mark had packed them into the entrance fortification, thinking that if the orc army returned they would have to fight. Their morale had dropped into the 30¡¯s at some point, perhaps based on his orders for the last battle. Mark was not quite sure since he had not thought to check before battle. Regardless, they would have their backs against the wall tonight. They would have to stand and fight if they did not want to die. Mark hoped over their lumbering figures, roughly nudging each one that he passed calling for them to ¡®prepare for battle.¡¯ The frogman started to rouse, but Mark was already up and over the wall running down the gangplank toward the main fortification. The goblins were in a similar state. None had been on watch and they slowly roused due to Mark¡¯s calls. ¡°Sir, what¡¯s going on?¡± Nasal said as he met Mark halfway between the center raised platform and the outer wall. ¡°A construct army is approaching from the east. Prepare everyone for battle. They will be here in less than 10 minutes. Will our mages be ready?¡± ¡°Yes sir, I¡¯ll make sure of it,¡± Nasal said as he started to bark for the goblins to prepare. The goblins started to rouse, but not without grumbling. Mark ignored them. It was still dark, so Mark called for them to light as many torches as they could as he followed Nasal. The mages were all grouped up near the raised platform. ¡®Ma heads still poundin¡¯ several of the mages remarked as they groggily stood. Mark could not make out their features, but most seemed a bit unsteady and held their heads as they stood. Exhausting their manna and use of the Eres rock licks seemed to give them hangover-like symptoms. Scanning their statuses showed that they at least had recovered all of their manna, so as long as they were physically good, lack of manna should not be the hang-up. Amelia arrived with the Eres rocks and started to distribute them. This only made the mages grumble even more. Using the licks would only make them feel worse, but they were hardly in a situation to refuse. The alternative was likely certain death, since a mage who could not use manna could only wait for death. Nasal hollered that ¡®they would have to poison themselves to the point of death if they wanted to survive.¡¯ Mark mentally confirmed it when his attention shifted back to the tactical map. Unlike during the other attacks he did not have numbers specific to the types of units. The interface likely did not provide it since Mark could not easily discern the difference of the approaching units, but the interface still gave a total tally of the approaching army, 256. It was alarming to say the least, being even bigger than the orc army. Mark could only hope it was due to being made up of weaklings. Still the constructs would have its own advantages and disadvantages. Mark continued to scan through the enemy units as he thought. Within a minute he had revealed several more types of units. The biggest units amongst the dark approaching figures were called flesh golems with a power rating of 1.5. The tall narrow ones were scarecrows with a power rating of either 0.5 or 0.8, with the weaker variety being called straw scarecrows and the stronger just plain scarecrows. Who could say what the second variety was made of? Confident that he had identified most if not all of the unit types in the approaching army, Mark gave his orders. ¡°The enemy army is made out of constructs. Mages target groups of scarecrows and wooden golems with fireballs when able. Then use your magic bolts for the other types. Archers target the clay and flesh golems. Warriors should use their secondary tomahawks, knive, and club weapons to hack or smash all enemies to bits. Piercing attacks from spears likely won¡¯t do too much damage, but can be used to keep enemies at bay¡± The red dots were approaching the tree line, so Mark grabbed Amelia¡¯s hand and started to rush back toward the dungeon. Perhaps it was not a great morale booster for the leaders to run for safety, but it is not like they were going to stay here. They quickly made their way across the set of gangplanks and back to the relative safety of the dungeon. Mark repeated his instructions for the frogman, but since they did not have archers or mages there was not much variance on what they could do. Mark and Amelia made it to the core room moments before the construct forces reached the clearing. There was no pause, constructs did not need time to rest. They instantly started their assault, albeit at a slightly slower rate than the orc army had been capable of. The constructs were clearly less agile than the previous army. It was still dark, but once out of the tree cover, Mark with slight adjustments to the contrast was able to make the enemies'' features apparent. Soon the hundreds of units were displayed in a night vision green. The clay and wood block golems made up the majority of the force. The clay golems were crude five foot tall humanoids, but looked more like snowmen with a round clay head set on oval shaped bodies. The arm and leg appendages each had two joints. One formed the elbows and knees and the second allowed for the simple hands and feet. They only had black inlaid stones for eyes and no other facial features on their round stone heads. They lumbered forward carrying clubs and spears. The wood block golems were similar in that they were humanoid and they did not have a neck. Their bodies seemed to be made up of a bunch of logs bundled together vertical to the ground. Their heads however consisted of a bunch of smaller sticks bound together with the ends cut to form an almost perfect block like head. Black rock eyes with an apparent superfluous wooden protrusion for a nose made up the creature¡¯s facial features. They moved fairly robotically with crude limb joints for their arms and legs. There were a couple of seven foot tall flesh golems interspersed throughout their ranks. They were humanoid, but looked more like some sort of stretched playdough or taffy frankenstein-like amalgamation. They were grotesque and carried long and powerful wooden maces capped with heavy stones at their tips. These three unit types formed the vanguard and majority of the army. They lumbered forward at a moderate but tireless pace. This book''s true home is on another platform. Check it out there for the real experience. Following behind the golems were the scarecrow constructs. All around five feet tall with the majority being made of straw, but a good number had heads and other appendages with their stuffing seemingly contained by a burlap sack. Both these scarecrow types wore rough flannel clothes. Their movements were far more fluid than the awkward gaited golems ahead of them. However there was a third type, Mark had failed to find earlier. There were only a handful, but they were perhaps the most intimidating part of the force. They were called a creeper scarecrow with a power level of 1.6. The figures were covered with black brimmed hats with black cloaks concealing their bodies. The face almost looked human except more skull-like. However, there were the standard facial features although they were super¡­ well creepy. They were registered as scarecrows but looked like they could just as easily be a horror movie villain. Arrows sailed into the front ranks. Their flight was lost in the dark, only to become visible when they struck. The arrows either thudded harmlessly into the earth or seemingly as harmlessly thunked into the bodies of the golems. The golems continued forward not faltering even a step, some with arrows now protruding from their bodies. The golems were far slower than the orcs, only approaching the goblins at what could be described as a very fast walking pace. The goblin¡¯s had plenty of time to send four more volleys of arrows toward the approaching army. Most arrows fell harmlessly, however a few seemed to hit a lucky spot on the clay golems causing them to collapse. The rest continued on unabated. The mages had a far better effect. Magic bolts caused far more damage on the clay golems causing even more to drop. A few fire bolts lanced out and set clumps of the wooden golems alight. Which did a lot to illuminate the battlefield since there were only a couple dozen torches held amongst the goblin ranks. It would only be beneficial since the constructs did not seem to need them. If they survived, Mark would have to have them make a lot more to improve their ability to see at night. They had not done anything to really prepare for being attacked at night. A good portion of the scarecrows started making their own ranged attacks. The goblins ducked under the cover of the wall when a magic bolt streaked their way, but the unseen arrows struck without warning. Luckily there were only a few hits every now and then so the losses were tolerable. The majority of the golems reached the wall. The smaller clay and block golems started digging into the sides of the earthen wall, apparently unable to climb. The flesh golems also bashed the wall with their mace like clubs, but also struck at the defenders when able. Luckily the defenders were quicker and able to avoid the blows for the most part. Between swings they jabbed their spears into the flesh golems, causing sludge-like substance to ooze from the wounds. All the while the scarecrows traded ranged attacks with the golems. How things stood did not particularly worry Mark, but it would change quickly if and when the golems broke through the earthen wall. Based on what he was seeing it might happen sooner rather than later. Earth was falling away from the wall at a prodigious rate. The battle had only been ongoing for about two minutes when the goblins mages started to collapse. They had used the Eres rock licks, but apparently were not recovered enough from the prior battle to get a full effect of even one of the two rocks each of them carried. Every now and then goblins were able to hack the clay golems enough for them to collapse into a pile of their pieces, but they were few and far between. The archers really had nothing to shoot since the scarecrows were not really affected by being hit by arrows not that some of the goblins had not tried. In a few minutes the mages had done quite a bit to trim the numbers. It was a shame they had been previously expended. Mark should have summoned a lot more of them, since they were the unit that was most effective against this enemy. The legionnaires had been critical to hold the wall against the orcs, but since the golems could not readily pass the wall they were not as necessary. Even when the constructs broke through the melee warriors would not be able to devastate the enemy ranks. Besides the clay golems and perhaps the scarecrows, the constructs were very resilient and hard to kill with melee weapons. Everything changed with a few shouts from Nasal. Soon the goblins on the wall were dodging spear thrusts and using their torches to try and set the wood golems on fire. It worked a couple of times, but what really changed the battle were the archers. They were ripping off parts of their clothes and jabbing their arrow through before setting it aflame and firing toward the scarecrows. While the wooden golems were not easily set alight by the torches occasionally bashing against them, the scarecrows were a different story. The straw scarecrows immediately went up with a hit. It was only about half the time for the burlap sack scarecrows, which was still pretty good since the construct army was halted by the wall. The goblins ran out of clothes and started pulling pieces from blankets and anything else they could find. They might have been to dumb to think up the idea themselves, but once they started they were persistent in their efforts. The stalemate was shattered a minute later as the enemy responded to the new tactic. Several of the creeper scarecrows hands illuminated in green before green balls of energy streaked toward the defenders. They splashed like water balloons against the walls and defenders. At first Mark thought that they were the scarecrows equivalent of the fireball, but the scarecrows were performing the attack too often, and the green liquid-like substance ate away at the things it landed on like acid. Soon the earthen walls sizzled and goblins fell back clutching their faces and appendages, screaming. Goblins who were hit directly had their flesh and sinew dissolved. The acid ate down to the bone, leaving the affected skeletal parts atop a puddle of goo. The process only took 10 or 15 seconds for the green goblins and twice that for the stronger legionnaires and hobgoblins. However there were only a handful of the direct hits, most were only caught by the splash. Soon several goblins sported burns on their upper torso, arms, and skulls. It was usually enough to down low vitality green goblins, but the stronger units were able to withstand to a certain extent. The attacks cut off after a minute, but dozens had been affected. It was about fifteen minutes into the battle when a portion of the earthen wall collapsed into a mound that the constructs could now traverse. The breach was only around five feet wide only allowing a couple to enter at a time. A couple legionnaires joined together to stem the tide effectively stopping the advance. They used their hatchets to hack as they dodged the construct thrusts. The clay golems were agile enough to occasionally score a hit, but the block golems movements were far too robotic to hit the more agile goblins. However what they lacked in attack they made up for in defense. As far as Mark could tell there had not been one that had fallen to melee attacks. Their heads and bodies were only marred with wedge chips from the goblin hatchets. Regardless, the real melee did not begin until a few minutes later when a whole fifteen foot section of the earthen wall collapsed. Three large flesh golems immediately advanced in. The rest of the golems worked to dig themselves out of the dirt. The flesh golem received a hail of arrows before they reached the awaiting goblin forces, yet they hardly seemed affected. So far, not one had fallen in battle although many were covered in wounds oozing a black syrup-like substance. The flesh golems also had a very stout defense, but unlike the block golems they had a powerful attack. Nasal directed the goblins to target the limbs. Soon several of the golems were rendered immobile as the goblins encircled them, hacking at the legs. Only a handful got brained by the mace wielding golems during the attempt. However the goblins soon had to scamper back into their lines as more flesh golems and smaller golems finally made their way through the collapsed dirt and into the fort. The breach was too big for the goblins to defend and they were quickly pushed back since most of the enemies were difficult to bring down. The fight quickly started to become one sided, although not as quickly as it had been during the orc raids. The golems could only progress slowly. Which resulted in something Mark had not expected. The goblins had been reduced to about a third when the goblin resolve finally broke. Nasal went down. This time, Mark knew it was for good, since a flesh golem had bashed him with a mace. Their leader down and a slow enemy advance that the goblins could outrun resulted in the goblins deciding to make a run for it. Soon they were up and over the earthen wall on the opposite side and were running for the trees. A few of the scarecrows broke off to follow, but the majority of the remaining force made its way for the dungeon entrance. The frogman squads were already in the thick of it. A good portion of the constructs had made their way over to them early in the battle. The frogmen had only managed to slay a handful. The rest of the constructs soon had to join and cut off any avenue of escape for the frogman. Five minutes later several small breaches were made in the wall and the flesh golems entered. Unlike the goblins the frogman were far less agile, and the flesh golems made short work of them. In total the 3 frogman squads had maybe brought down around 10 clay golems. ¡°That''s it then,¡± Amelia said with a downcast expression. ¡°They have almost 4 times the amount of troops that we have in our dungeon.¡± The enemy had 114 units left to storm the dungeon, although about eight of them had veered off in pursuit of the goblins. Of note there were 6 flesh golems and 5 Creepers left. The rest of the enemy forces consisted of the lesser scarecrows and mostly the block golems. Most of the clay golems had fallen already, since they had proven to have the weakest defense. ¡°Not yet,¡± Mark said resolutely, watching as the constructs cautiously entered the dungeon. ¡°That seems awfully optimistic,¡± Amelia looked at him skeptically. ¡°Well, last night I was sure we were doomed. What was left of the orc army would have torn through this dungeon. Besides that acid attack and maybe the flesh golems I don¡¯t think there is anything to worry about thanks to our overpowered floor boss.¡± ¡°I hope you¡¯re right,¡± Amelia stated as they both turned their attention back to the screen. Chapter 17: Day 20 It took a good 10 minutes for the constructs to reach the amphitheater, where the defenders were all gathered. The constructs poured out of the three fork tunnels into the bottom of the amphitheater. Soon dozens of constructs were rushing up the incline straight at the defenders gathered into a shield wall. Unfortunately, for them they could not see the enormous studded rolling pin hidden behind the shields. Mark waited till the enemies made it past the halfway point before giving the defenders a mental command. The trap would need some distance to gain momentum. The hobgoblins forming the shield wall darted to the right. The constructs in the front had paused as their attention swiveled with the defenders. If any of them noticed the insidious trap they did not react. The trap was released as soon as the last hobgoblin was clear, and the pin started down the center incline with the rock studs lining its length clacking on the stone as it turned. It moved towards the forces like a toothy steamroller only taking a couple of seconds for the pin to reach the front ranks of the golems, which mostly consisted of block golems and a couple of flesh golems. They were quickly rolled over as easy as a baking pin rolling over gingerbread men. The block golems were turned to splinters, the flesh golems were pulped into a black ooze paste. The rolling pin bounced with each enemy it overtook, but did not stop its downward momentum as it continued down to claim even more victims. In total around 3 dozen constructs were instantly killed including half of the remaining flesh golems. Only a few constructs on the edge of the amphitheater''s center face were able to scramble out of the way to the left or the right. ¡°Eww,¡± Amelia remarked, eyeing the flesh golem remains. ¡°Almost reminds me of what''s left of bugs when they hit the windscreen.¡± ¡°You have cars?¡± Mark asked. ¡°What no, airships,¡± Amelia said, turning back to watch the screen. Mark''s eyes widened. Not from the advanced technology Amelia¡¯s world had. He had always pictured shows that were supposedly based hundreds of years into the Earth¡¯s future when picturing her world, but how big of bugs did they have and how high were they flying to be able to run into an airship. He shook his head. Not the time. The goblin archers were relatively useless in the battle so they were relegated to resetting the trap. There were two cranks on both sides of the trap''s base that resembled an old wooden ship wheel. The five goblin archers worked together on one side to turn the wheel. Two imps manned the other wheel. The spawner had spawned a second orc regular for day 20. Which was a good thing, since Mark needed the extra muscle. Both orc regulars joined the rest of the goblins on the right side. The goblins were hurrying to form a shield wall to stop the advance on this side. The orc regulars would have to deal the actual damage with the two tomahawks they wielded. The 3 orc imps not manning the trap cranks would join Stein and Winnie the reanimated corpses on the left side. The constructs might be mindless machines, but whatever drove them forward was not foolish enough to continue to send them up the center to face the deathtrap. The trap was not near being reset, but there was nothing saying that they could not drop it from where it was at any time. Instead the constructs flowed up the left and right faces of the amphitheater. On the right the golems soon slammed into the hobgoblin shield wall. The wall shook but effectively held. The orc regulars were soon hacking from overhead. Their tomahawks quickly opened large gashes in the wooden bodies. Unlike the majority of the golems the orcs had the strength to hack the units to pieces. They would make quick work of one and move on to the next. The constructs on the left side were less fortunate. A several ton bear easily turned block golems to splinters by rearing up and then smashing down with its paws. Block golems were turned to splinters as soon as they reached the undead bear. A flesh golem soon made it to the bear. The tall golem smashed its mace into the bear¡¯s front shoulder with a sickening crunch. The bear was definitely wounded, but that attack was all the slower flesh golem got to make. The bear pushed off its back legs and slammed the golem down. The golem tried to use its arms to hold the bear at bay, but was not strong enough to resist the bear''s weight. The bear''s teeth made short work of the flesh golems head. The golems arms fell to its sides and the bear turned its attention to other block golems prodding at it with their spears. The bear quickly moved on to the next targets, tearing up block golems and even a second flesh golem. The bear appeared to be unstoppable, but its rampage was short lived. Soon a staggered and consistent stream of green balls of acid splashed into it. The four creepers had set themselves up at the bottom of the right side of the amphitheater. The acid was the perfect counter to the bear. The acid would melt its dead flesh and muscle as well as it did for any living being. It would take more time and more acid due to bear¡¯s size and high vitality, but after only a few hits, it was very evident the bear would not hold out for long. The bear continued to tear enemies apart, but its time was limited. But the creeper scarecrows had miscalculated if they had thought that they were safe tucked away in the bottom right corner of the room. It had taken a minute, but the trap was reset. Mark had wanted to have grooves around the top so that his trap could be rolled to the different faces, but he did not have the DP. Luckily he had another method to change the trajectory of the rolling pin. It was a one time thing, and would render the trap unusable for the remainder of the battle, but the creepers had to be dealt with. Soon the orc imps manning one of the wheel cranks were scrambling down the center slope toting a massive wooden wedge. Around halfway down the goblins set the wedge down to form a ramp slope on the left side of the pins trajectory. Their efforts went practically unnoticed since most of the forces were focused on other targets. Without delay the goblins released the trap, dropping the pin. The imps scrambled and leapt out of the way at the last second. The pin struck the impromptu ramp on one side causing the side to shoot up and the other side to dip down and catch the ground and act as a pivot point. The other side slammed back down as the pin angled into the bottom half of the right side. The majority of the scarecrows had formed up in the area resulting in the majority of the scarecrows being crushed. The pin struck the wall and came to an uneasy stop. It was not pretty but it had worked. However the battle was not over. Winnie had collapsed, and Stein had also apparently been taken out during the acid barrage. Not that he had been all that helpful in today¡¯s battle. The golems he had reached just did not have life for the reanimated corpse to leach. The enemy forces still had a numerical advantage, although it was now only a slight one since Winnie had taken down a good 30 golems. But the trap was out of service since it would take serious muscle power to crank it up as it was, and the enemy still had two elite units. One flesh golem and one creeper scarecrow that had not been caught by the trap. The five goblin archers ran to join the imps at the halfway point. The shield wall was finally cut in half due to the efforts of the last flesh golem. Well cut was not exactly right, the two goblins in the maces downward strike path had darted to their respective sides. The mace crashed into the stone, but ripped a shield away from one of the goblins as it retracted its weapon. Several spears skewered the flesh golems midsection, but it did not stop the creature. Who retaliated against the hobgoblin¡¯s who had not scrambled away from it, but the flesh golem was soon beset by the two orc regulars, who moved in to hack at it. The hobgoblins scattered away from the clash pulling the attention of the majority of the other golems. At this point, only a dozen other golems remained, with the bulk of the force being the various lesser scarecrows. Reading on this site? This novel is published elsewhere. Support the author by seeking out the original. The goblin archers and imps on the left side rushed in to close into melee with the scarecrows. Few had their bows ready to fire during their approach since many of them had dived aside to avoid the rolling pin, but still a couple arrows thunked into one of the imps and brought down a good portion of the hobgoblin archers. The fight turned fairly one sided with the imps hacking the scarecrows apart with a couple swings each. Green acid lanced at one of the imps, but the imp had of course been keeping an eye out for what it regarded as the most dangerous opponent and had dived out of the way. However it was rushed by several straw scarecrows and was mortally wounded, despite taking them down. Meanwhile the orc regulars were dismantling the flesh golem. It was just too slow to hit them, and the orcs were backing away leading the golem away from its allies. Out in free space, and without aid from its allies, the flesh golem just could not match the two. The shield goblins were not making much progress, but as long as they kept the other golems engaged the battle would hopefully go in their favor as long as the orcs won their prospective battles. One of the hobgoblin archers went down to a ball of acid and the last fell to a scarecrow knife. The three remaining imps finished with the scarecrows in their area and refocused on the creeper and the handful of lesser scarecrows that were left. The two sides eyed each other for a moment before a ball of green acid lanced out toward the imp with several arrows protruding from its body. There was still 20 feet in between the two groups, so the imp had enough time to react. However, it was not enough. The acid did catch the imp¡¯s deltoid muscle. Soon corrosive acid was eating away at the shoulder. The imp squealed in pain, but did not falter in rushing toward the enemy. The imps met the lesser scarecrows, and immediately set into hacking them to pieces. Another acid ball aimed at one of the uninjured imps, but it was able to dodge. The creeper shifted its attention to the severely wounded imp sending the next ball of acid its way. The imp¡¯s reactions had slowed significantly and was unable to get out of the way, taking the acid ball in the chest. The imp collapsed as the center of its chest started to collapse in on itself. One of the remaining imps went down to an accumulation of wounds from the lesser scarecrows, leaving one remaining. The final imp charged down each arm expertly striking the necks of the final two lesser scarecrows. The imp reversed both tomahawks to strike the creeper, but the creeper''s staff flipped up with inhuman speed and stabbed through the imp¡¯s chest. The imp attempted to take the creeper with it, but the creeper moved faster knocking the dying imp aside. The creeper face shifted back to the battlefield only to find 2 orc regulars bearing down on it. The flesh golem had been hacked apart, while the creeper''s attention had been on the imps. The creeper only had time to send one acid ball their way, which was bashed away by one of the orcs tomahawks. Drops of acid sizzled all over both orcs bodies, however there was not a high enough concentration to cause a grievous wound on either except for the hand that held the tomahawk being ruined. Both orcs squealed before smashing into the creeper. The creeper was sent into the wall with a jarring impact. The stuffing inside its body was a lot more dense than the other scarecrow types, and the blunt impact did appear to affect the creeper although not to a great extent. The creeper however was not a slouch when it came to melee. It was able to fend off the orc regulars for quite a while, but in the end its staff was not the best weapon to fight in a melee against two ferocious opponents. Then with seemingly perfect coordination both arms were hacked off nearly at the same time by the orcs. The creeper gave the two an evil glint before one of the orcs beheaded it. There were only eight block golems left. If it had been only the hobgoblins left to fight them, they would have slowly worn the hobgoblins down and emerged victorious, however with two orc regulars still able to fight the battle was a forgone conclusion as long as the hobgoblins could keep most of them occupied. Which they were. Soon the last of the block golems was hacked into pieces. They had won.
Mareth Ignall grimaced as her tactical screen shifted back to her own dungeon. She had honestly expected to win. Especially after her scouts had noted a large orc army marching their way yesterday afternoon. She had sent her army in that direction immediately. She had not really been able to make out much of the dungeon¡¯s battle with the orcs since her scout was far away, and it had become too dark midway through. She knew the dungeon had survived, but had not expected them to still be able to hold out against her army less than half a day later. Mareth did not think her forces had been weak. No, with the flesh golems and creepers she felt her army was very strong at this point in time. She even had found brimstone essence and had even gotten away to use it in battle. She was likely the first to find and be able to successfully use essence. It had been used to devastating effect, but even that had not been enough. The dungeon was entirely too strong to be able to weather two full assaults in the period of a day. Mareth would have thought the dungeon had spent all its resources on developing an its martial might based on the outcomes, but she knew it was not entirely the case. The dungeon already had unlocked a good five or six techs. based on what she had seen. They had also spent money to build a dungeon floor and buildings. Then there was the fact that the dungeon had access to several branches of units. The dungeon seemed to focus on goblins, but also had gnomes, orcs, beasts, and undead? Had she missed something. How were they able to have such a variety. The undead was on a completely different tree, which would cost 100,000 MP. Just what sort of luck did Amelia Cromwell have? She knew the dungeon was not superior in production compared to her own since this dungeon only had three coal piles like her own. She knew this was not always the case since she had also found the kobold dungeon to the south. Sure they had built the manna bellows as she had done, but Mareth could not get the math to work in her head. Mareth, herself, had spent the first few weeks developing her dungeon. She had started with golems since they fit well with her specialization, Epic Laborer. She had started with the buildings and basic minerals techs. Her units built buildings quicker, and the buildings were higher quality and gave extra benefits. Golems were tireless workers so were perfect to get her settlement going quickly. By the end of the first week she already had a research building. Where she had chosen essence as her main focus since she had started with a brimstone essence in her territory. The special feature of the research building received due to her specialization gave a major boost for a single project once every 3 months. Which she had immediately used to advance an essence project to near the end stages. Just after the close of the second week she was already able to field units that could use the brimstone essence. It cost extra MP and essence to give the units the ability, but the attack was devastating compared with how little manna it took to cast. All the while she had saved up 25,000 MP to unlock a second branch on her construct tree. The golems were good at building and could be melee fighters, but did not have the intelligence to be researchers or mages. The scarecrows were the perfect compliment since they were weaker but more intelligent¡­ despite not having a brain. The creepers were all-arounders. She had only sent the ones that were mages, but she also had a couple ones focused on melee that she had held back to protect her dungeon. Mareth would not dare not to keep a decent sized force back, since she had seen the kobolds in the valley around her dungeon. She had dozens of scouts in her valley. She had them posted in various sedentary spots around the area. Not needing food or water, they could remain there indefinitely hidden like silent sentinels. They would just report back if they saw something. Quite a few times kobold scouts had passed her inactive guardians completely unaware of their presence. She could only guess that they kept her dungeon under constant surveillance based on their consistent movement around her territory. Mareth sighed again. If she had sent a couple more flesh golems or creepers, perhaps the dungeon would have fallen. Unfortunately, she had missed the chance. The dungeon must have been severely weakened and had survived. She had already developed her own dungeon floor so she knew they would respawn, so sending another force was out of the question. That bear alone was too hard to contend with, for her to consider sending another force anytime soon. She would build and become even stronger before making another such move. Chapter 18: Day 20 ¡°What exactly are you doing?¡± Amelia asked. ¡°It¡¯s nearly noon. Normally you would be up and doing something by now. Mark lifted his forehead off the table to look up at the girl crossing her arms and looking down on him. ¡°There is nothing I can do,¡± Mark replied. ¡°Our buildings won¡¯t respawn till this evening, and we hardly have any MP anyway. We got over 3600 from the battle, so I built a couple scouting squads. One to track down the dungeon that attacked us and the other to act as an early warning if more enemies come. Not that we could do much even if we did know. The rest of our MP I have to save to replace the researchers that we lost. The golems methodically went through and killed all the unconscious mages as well as the wounded.¡± ¡°What about the goblins that ran away?¡± ¡°Do you even read the notifications?¡± Mark asked frustratedly. ¡°I just got up,¡± Amelia said with a ¡®hmpph.¡¯ Her eyes went distant as she pulled up the screens. She always looked a little crazy as she read the screens. Since unless she shared them it would just appear that she was crazily looking at something that was not there, but then he probably looked the same when he did the same. ¡°What! They abandoned us?¡± Amelia exclaimed. The notice read that 31 goblins had abandoned the dungeon due to dissatisfaction. Mark had not really known it was possible, but it was likely due to having to fight two hard battles in such a short time. Perhaps it would not have happened if their morale had been higher to start with, but Mark normally did just enough to keep the goblins just inside the content range at around 40. Apparently, by the time they fled the overall goblin moral had fallen into the single digits. Perhaps due to a combination of fighting hopeless battles and then losing their leader. ¡°That''s stupid,¡± Amelia exclaimed. Her eyes were still scanning through her screens. ¡°So outside the dungeon we only have five scout squads, and what¡¯s this¡­? What we can rebuild Nasal.¡± ¡°Yeah, thankfully. Although it will take two weeks.¡± Mark said. Apparently, named units could be resummoned, and they would retain their experience level. Since Nasal was at the regular level he would now have a 10% boost to his power rating bringing him to a 1.3 without factoring his 25% boost for being a Lieutenant. The wait time was a week per every whole number of the named unit¡¯s effective power rating. It was rounded up to 2 weeks since Nasal fell between 1.0 and 2.0. It was a welcome feature since it would allow him to get back the most useful of his goblin units. Although it currently only was needed for Nasal since Stein and Winnie were part of the dungeon and would respawn when killed already anyways. He would have to find a way to get some more named units. Their forces had already been wiped out several times and they had not even closed out the 3rd week of the succession battle. It would be nice to not have to restart from zero each time. However things were looking up now that someone had taken care of Crassius. The construct army was likely only half as dangerous as the orc army had been. If they had been better prepared, the construct forces likely would not even make it into the dungeon. They simply did not have the ferocity or high power rating that Crassius¡¯ forces had exhibited. Even the flesh golems would not have been as big a problem if they were better prepared. The exception was the creepers and their acid attack, it was the only overwhelming part of the construct force. It was an essence attack. Mark only knew due to the quest like notice on the dungeon feature page [Dungeon has been introduced to the brimstone essence. Introduce more sources to your dungeon. (1/3) to next milestone] It was an interesting goal, but Mark did not know whether he really wanted to progress it, since it would mean enemy units rampaging through his base and into his dungeon just to finish the quest-like notice. The reanimated corpses had not kicked off the quest, so it did not seem that dungeon defenders counted for introducing essence into the dungeon. Perhaps it was a feature to reward dungeons for defeating powerful enemies. It corresponded to what Mark knew of dungeons from stories back on earth and what he had witnessed so far. They lived off the bodies of those who ventured into it. All dungeon stories he was familiar with typically involved the dungeons consuming the bodies or repurposing them Which seemed to be the case here, the bodies of the defenders and the constructs had already disappeared. Perhaps the essence from the creepers now was available for a new function. The question was why the quest had not already popped due to Winnie or Stein being added to the dungeon. Perhaps they did not count since even if they died their essence was reused when resummoning them. So maybe they could just offer essence in its raw form? They could just pour a measure of life essence out. It was worth a try. If it did not work then the quest must be some kind of reward for defeating special enemies. The acid attack would definitely be something nice to have. Winnie had been taken down in less than a minute due to a barrage from only 4 units. If the enemy force had another couple of units then their dungeon would not have made it. The creeper units themselves were already scary enough, and not just their looks. They were agile and fairly strong, easily able to go toe to toe with the orc regulars. If there had only been one orc fighting it at the end, the creeper would have likely won. Mark could only assume the creeper was the equivalent of the brute orcs on the construct tree. They were early game powerhouses. Unfortunately, they had not unlocked the goblin equivalent. The red hobgoblin option was still available to unlock at 7,500 MP and had the highest base power rating at 1.5. As a hobgoblin it promised to be a good mage or researcher choice, but also likely had physical prowess closer to that of the legionnaires than that of the other goblin types. Mark would love to unlock it, but unfortunately he had always felt called to use their resources for other pursuits. Even if they had unlocked it, the unit base cost was 350 MP which would make it difficult to build a good amount when they were just trying to survive. ¡°Wow, we really are going to lose a whole day of production?¡± Amelia stated bringing Mark out of his thoughts. The building page had a timer marking a 24 hour period from when they had been destroyed including the builder hut. The shades were safe, but they could not work without the bellows. The coal generator was still operational, apparently being impossible to destroy. Mark had thought about using some of the MP they had to build a couple shades to start mining the coal, but decided against it since they would not be even able to mine the 500 MP each one was worth. They would just have to wait. ¡°What about the gnomes?¡± ¡°They came back earlier. The builders have already restarted working on the crafting house. They had to restart from scratch since the orcs burnt what they had down.¡± ¡°And we don¡¯t have units to rebuild our defenses. There really is nothing you can do,¡± Amelia said. Mark gave her a flat look. What made her think she needed to check up on him. Did she think her work horse got lazy all of a sudden? He had always been busy when there was something he could do to try and improve their dungeon. Their lives were on the line, so he was going to do all he could. He guessed he could be out there shoveling dirt himself to start the rebuilding, but he was not going to go that far. It would hardly be worth the effort. ¡°Well since you have nothing to do¡­ wanna watch a movie?¡± Amelia said, perking up. Mark sighed. ¡°Sure, what do you have in mind?¡± Support the author by searching for the original publication of this novel. ¡°Maybe a comedy. I think we have enough doom in gloom already to attempt to watch something serious,¡± Amelia said as she ambled towards the couch. The couch was another thing that Amelia had insisted on buying. All of her spending did add up, but in some aspects Mark was grateful to an extent. He briefly pictured what it would look like if he was by himself. He probably would only have a cot and be eating things equivalent to Vienna sausages only splurging on a good meal once a day or so. It would be more economical, but he would definitely be far less comfortable than he was now. He likely would not have even bought the hut, which allowed him to have perhaps the most important thing to him, a full service bathroom. The bathroom was not overly large. It just had a small shower, toilet, and a small counter with a sink. Still the shower kept him from feeling grungy. It had cost 400 MP to add it to their hut, but it was far better than the bath scrub they had been using. It was likely second on his list after good food for things that renewed his mind and spirit. It even beat out the toilet which Mark was also supremely grateful for, although he could picture himself making do without it. Mark definitely thought the couch, the table and various other things were superfluous, but he had also used them. They brought some comfort to his life. Amelia was not wrong for wanting them, Mark had just been frustrated since he would have rather used the MP for their dungeon increasing their survival chances even if it was only marginally. Still Mark could only be thankful she was not using more than the 100 MP a day, not counting the 3 or 4 big purchases, like one might expect from a spoiled rich kid with no concept of money. Supposedly, she was some sort of princess, although some things did not quite line up. The girl was more on the reserved side and seemingly was used to following rather than leading or being in the dominant relationship position. She often deferred to Mark. Mark could not even picture her ordering servants about. Maybe it was due to some sort of training to raise some sort of altruistic leader, but that did not seem right either. Amelia was elegant, and she was certainly smart enough for her age. However, she had not seemed to be taught more than basic education. Hardly something he would expect for a potential ruler of billions. Maybe they had raised her to be a delicate flower figurehead. It was the sort of role most noble women might be put in back on earth¡­ Well, before the modern era, but then why would they not have prepared an aide or something. Sure they did not expect her to win, but then they should have worked with her to at least help her to stand on her own. Even if they had been looking to send someone else, if she was the back up, why would they leave her hanging out to dry and not prepare her at all. The only reason Mark could come up with was that they did not care. ¡°Mark,¡± Amelia said, staring at him with a worrying expression. ¡°I¡¯m fine,¡± Mark said smiling. ¡°I was just thinking about something.¡± ¡°Okay, well I picked out something I have had on my watchlist for a while.¡± Amelia said, smiling. A movie blinked on the main core screen. Mark shifted his tactical map to the edge of his vision. The alarm would warn him of any enemy units, but he still did not want to dismiss it. If one of his scouts saw something they would have half a mile to cover before notifying him. If he saw one of his units running back, he might instantly spend all the MP they had just in case. It would not do much, but it would be something. Mark was less than thrilled to see that the movie was a ROMCOM. Even worse it was set in the higher realms high school equivalent. Mark could not count the times he rolled his eyes. He guessed that many of the movie tropes from earth were universal. Still he was not completely uninterested since it was his first look at another society. It was basically set in a science fiction world. A lot of the aspects that science fiction writers had come up with were nearly spot on, except for the clothes. The materials and styles might be slightly different, but nothing would have seemed too far out of the norm from Earth standards. The high schoolers did wear uniforms, but it was closer to something you would expect from students attending a catholic school. Society was hierarchical, like a noble society in a modern world. Although instead of titles the power was held by various families. It was far less individualistic than American society. Family members worked to increase their position in their family by increasing the family''s prominence or building relationships with other families. It made Mark wonder if Amelia¡¯s family was just the most prominent family, but the Cromwell name was never mentioned in the movie. ¡°It''s like we watched completely different movies,¡± Amelia had said, eyes narrowing. She had asked him what he had thought. Mark had been a little absorbed in the other aspects of the movie and the tangents they led his mind to instead of the actual cringe worthy plot, so had only been able to point out societal and cultural aspects of the setting. Of course, the setting was normal to Amelia. ¡°It was alright,¡± Mark finally said, answering her question on whether he liked the movie. ¡°Good, there is another one that sounds just like it,¡± Amelia said victoriously. She likely could tell that he was not really serious. Mark ran his fingers through his hair, at the thought of enduring another. He sighed. Whatever, as long as she was happy. Two movies later, Mark was more than ready to be done with his break from dungeon duties. A man should not have to endure a cringe movie like that unless he was on a date or something. Like the date he had been supposed to have had with Emily the day he had been brought here. Mark briefly pictured himself with her at the movies. He felt a surge of adrenaline at the thought of being in the movie theater with her. Perhaps he would have held her hand, or even¡­ put his arm around her and had her snuggle in. Mark shook his head. It was best to not let his mind dwell on Emily. Right now he was stuck with the brat. Mark was not stupid. He knew how things worked. Two people of the opposite sex stuck together for a long period of time. He could only work to keep his mind from going there. Mark had a couple friends that had served in a couple of the different military branches. The guy in the army had called it boot camp goggles, about ones standards conforming to the potential options available. The guy in the navy had said something similar, pointing out a girl and saying ¡®she is a 5¡­ but was a boat 8¡¯. Then he explained how you add a 3 to where a girl normally fell on the 1-10 attractive scale. Amelia did not need to be on a boat or to be the only girl available to be considered attractive. She was already extremely cute¡­ Crap, it had just been cute a couple weeks ago. When did he start to consider the extremely part? ¡°Can¡¯t you summon them from here and then give them orders through the pedestal ?¡± Amelia said, looking up at him. ¡°Uh, well, uhhhh¡­,¡± Mark stumbled out, flustered at being caught in that train of thought by her. He cleared his throat to pretend that was why he had been verbally tripped up. "Well, it would be easier in person,¡± Mark said turning toward the cavern-sized door leading out of the dungeon. ¡°Okay, I¡¯ll come with you,¡± Amelia said, falling into step behind him. It was past 1800 and the buildings were set to respawn in a matter of minutes. They made it up to watch the last of the changes. Near the end of the respawn window the building had inflated like balloons into existence. With only a couple minutes left to go, they looked perfectly whole. ¡°I¡¯ve been meaning to ask something?¡± Amelia posed as they waited. A glance toward her, revealed a very serious although hesitant expression. ¡°What,¡± Mark asked. He honestly had no clue what she was about to ask, but he would be lying if he said his heart was not beating a little faster. ¡°I know you have been working hard the last few weeks and I haven¡¯t really been much help. So¡­ I would like to start contributing. I was thinking about working in the crafting building when we get it up and running.¡± ¡°What? Oh¡­¡± Mark said. His cheeks felt warm. What had he been thinking she was going to ask him? ¡°I don¡¯t know how good I would be at it, but surely I could do better than a couple goblins,¡± Amelia explained, as if she had rejected the thought. ¡°But we aren¡¯t able to be researchers. Do you think it would be any different for the crafting house?¡± Mark cut her off. Mark had definitely tried to be a part of the researchers in the research lab, thinking that even if he could only devote a couple of hours a day it would be leagues better than the lot of hobgoblins. But he had been barred. ¡°Hmmm, well I think it is quite likely¡­¡± Amelia said. ¡°After all we probably could not be a part of the research lab, so as not to unduly influence things, but I don¡¯t see why I would not be able to craft things we have already unlocked.¡± ¡°I suppose that makes sense,¡± Mark said hesitantly. The only downside would be that they would not have one of them always watching the video feed on their linked unit, but he could have one of the dungeon defenders keep tabs when they weren¡¯t. There should not be an issue with safety since enemies would show up on their tactical map well before they got close to the actual settlement, and the girl did need something to keep her occupied besides books and movies. ¡°If we are able to. I don¡¯t see why you shouldn¡¯t,¡± Mark said finally. ¡°Actually, I might also spend some time there myself when I have free time,¡± he added. ¡°Yah!¡± she exclaimed. ¡°Once we get a couple of goblins again, I think I will learn how to make arrows and other weapons. It should be a good starting point.¡± ¡°That¡¯s fine, just have the goblins gather any materials you need. Neither of us should stray too far from the actual settlement.¡± Chapter 19: Day 34 Two uneventful weeks passed on the homefront but only for their dungeon. During week four of the succession battle five more dungeons were culled from the succession battle, closing out the first month with only 27 surviving contenders. However the second month had gotten off to a poor start with another dungeon being knocked out on the first day or day 29. However, the last five days had been quiet. Mark and Amelia had talked about it quite a bit. Their scouting teams had scoured the surrounding area, helping to verify that Crassius had knocked out the first dungeon as well. It confirmed what they had expected. Crassius had immediately gone on the warpath, likely due to the nature of his specialization. However, all of the other dungeons in the battle had spent the first few weeks developing themselves. Whoever had taken out Crassius, had seemingly done so after having seen a good opportunity. Crassius had apparently not left enough defenses to protect his dungeon core, since there were no traces of battle. Besides for the disintegrated remains of one building there was nothing that would hint of there having been a dungeon here. Just mounds of coal in an open clearing. It was readily apparent that Crassius¡¯ dungeon had not been very developed. Still it was a mystery at how someone could have destroyed the core without leaving any trace of battle. Surely, Crassius would have had some units to defend. Crassius would not have been sleeping since he would have likely been watching his own attack, he should not have missed enemy units moving through his territory. Regardless, besides for Crassius, week four was the apparent turning point where the other dungeons in the succession battle started to shift their internal focus to what was around them. It was Mark¡¯s theory that the fourth week was the mass purge, as the stronger contenders wiped the weaker dungeons off the map, or perhaps some of the dungeons that fell just got unlucky and were attacked by multiple dungeons over a short period of time. It was both good and bad news. It was good that there would be fewer enemies, but it also meant that dungeons across the map were starting to feel confident and secure enough to start the battle in earnest. The weaker dungeons were gone and some of the stronger dungeons now had special rewards for having knocked out one of the other contenders. It was not exact since they had not unlocked the mapping feature, but Mark now had a good idea of their surrounding environment. The tactical map was still dark everywhere except for the mile diameter circle that was their territory, but Mark had hand plotted a map for everything within about two days of their dungeon based on what the scouts had relayed. It was far from perfect. Mark had to deal with the difficulty of understanding the hobgoblin scouts without Nasal to translate, and the plateaus that made up the endless bluff map broke the land up making it difficult to be sure of anything when going off the scouts verbal recounting of their missions. Still Mark felt they had a decent grasp of their surroundings. Of note there were 3 surviving dungeons. The scouting team sent out after their last battle on day 20 had quickly found the construct dungeon belonging to Mareth Ingall. Of course they had bumbled their way into Mareth¡¯s territory and been quickly wiped out, but Amelia had been watching the linked scout team and was able to note down some of the dungeon specifics. Mareth seemed to be all in on building her settlement. The trees surrounding her dungeons had been cleared out for hundreds of feet. There were signs of multiple buildings. However, Amelia had not been able to see any specifics, since their roofs could just be made out from behind the wooden walls that surrounded the fort. The walls had periodic walkways with golems peering out from behind. Guard towers were nestled in each of the four corners. All in all, Amelia had made it sound quite formidable. It was quite alarming that Mareth had been able to accomplish so much in a matter of three weeks, but Mark knew how she had accomplished it. Hundreds of constructs working day and night. Mark had already felt exasperated being stuck with goblins before, but for the last two weeks Mark was put in a sour mood every time he watched the goblins bumble around. Constructs or undead would have been better in many aspects. Still Mark could only dream of the possibilities. To unlock a second tree would cost them a 100 RP. It was not something they could afford in the near future, and it was questionable whether it would ever be the right move since unlocking dungeon level 2 cost the same amount. Of course once they unlocked dungeon level 2 the option would be forever unavailable to them. At the very least, Mark would need to unlock another branch or two on the humanoid tree. They would need more versatility than one branch could provide, and then there were the cap limits. Mark could already picture armies needing to be well in the thousands by the end of the battle. The second dungeon they had found was the kobold dungeon belonging to Nehemiah Rourk. It was the last day of week four when the linked scouting unit had provided Mark and Amelia the ability to glimpse their adversary. This dungeon was far less developed, with the lizard-like kobolds just now starting to build buildings. They were also working on an earthen wall and ditch reminiscent of the one the goblins had built. However, the biggest threat of this dungeon were that the kobold units were cheap like the goblins. There were perhaps more than 500 of them scurrying about, and the dungeon also sported a dungeon entrance, promising even more since dungeon defenders did not count against the unit cap. Despite the lack of defenses, the numbers by themselves would make the dungeon difficult to attack. There were plenty of different types of kobolds and it was evident that all of the base classes were in use. The final dungeon in the surrounding area was the lizardmen dungeon belonging to a Gale Barbary found in the swap land. Two rounds of frogmen had been spawned in the fishery since it had been built. Once Mark had deemed their dungeon to be secure enough, he had sent them out to scout the swampland that dwelt to the south east. If Mark considered Mareth¡¯s dungeon to be fortified, Gale¡¯s dungeon was a literal fortress in the making. The dungeon already had walls made of mud blocks that stood six feet high, and the lizardmen were hard at work to further fortify the base even more. Mark could not even begin to think of taking this dungeon. Just the fortifications and the natural defenses created by the swamp would make it difficult for his troops. Then there was the fact that the lizardmen were on the same tier as the orcs when it came to fighting capability. For the near future, taking out this dungeon was simply impossible. Based on what the scouts had found over the past few weeks, it was apparent that the other 22 dungeons were not near enough to be a factor in the near future. Not that it mattered. The three dungeons in their backyard were formidable enough. Unfortunately, it seemed being under threat from Crassius for a couple of weeks had taken its toll on their development when compared to two of their neighbors. It was fortunate that none of them had elected to attack. Two weeks of peace had allowed their dungeon to go from being under the constant threat of sudden destruction to being at a point where they could contend with the other nearby dungeons. Two weeks had been enough time to complete the foraging tech along with two of the other research options. The dungeon receiving 2 RP a day made knocking out level 1 research options pretty quick. Basic minerals had been next in the queue, and finally Settlements 1 finished today leaving 1 RP to start the next project. Mark had decided to start to unlock the Red hobgoblin unit option for 7.5 RP. None of the three remaining techs seemed to be needed, and Mark had wanted to unlock the most expensive goblin unit available for a while. Foraging and basic minerals were a must since not having them would decrease the effectiveness of their research lab. They would also prevent his units from recognizing or collecting resources. Mark had then elected to pursue settlements 1 for 15 RP. The thought was that settlements 1 tech would allow them to build another base and collect more resources increasing their MP production. Fortunately, Mark had been right. Settlements 1 allowed them to build up to two outposts. The actual limit was 2 resource locations, but since their home dungeon was still collecting coal they could only have one additional outpost. Outposts were limited settlements. They could not build their own units, needing to be reinforced from the home dungeon. Still they allowed resource collection, which was the main concern. Mark had already had their expedition set out first thing on day 34. The selected site was of course Crassius¡¯ dungeon since there were five mounds of coal to mine. They would not last forever since like their own, the coal would only last for 200 days, but that meant there was still 180 days left since Crassius had been wiped out on day 20. The site was also far away from the other known dungeons, making a perfect choice. With that there were only three techs left for level 1 dungeons: domestication 10 RP, Mining 15 RP, and Contender capabilities 20 RP. They promised their own benefits, but nothing that Mark felt could not wait. Perhaps it was just because Mark did not understand their use. Mining and domestication were fairly straightforward, but they currently did not have anything to mine. Domestication would provide another source of food and unlock mounts, but Mark did not feel the need to go in that direction yet. The mounts would not be a gamechanger when attacking fortified positions. Contender capabilities tech was a complete unknown. It would likely unlock a few good features, but Mark could not really get himself to desire what he did not know. ¡°Boss, the gnome builders have stated that the crafting house is finally complete,¡± Nasal¡¯s voice came through from the pedestal at the dungeon¡¯s entrance. If you encounter this tale on Amazon, note that it''s taken without the author''s consent. Report it. ¡°Excellent, I will be up shortly,¡± Mark replied. Day 34 was proving to be a very eventful day. Early that morning, Mark had sent out an expedition of goblins to secure their first outpost after seeing the specifics that Settlements 1 tech had unlocked. The two week respawn timer had elapsed, so Nasal was back, finally Mark would once again have a buffer from the other goblin unit types. Then there was a fact that the crafting house had been set to be completed, for which he had just received notification. Mark took one last glance at the screen before starting toward the core room door. They currently have 21,830 MP. The first week of the last two weeks Mark had spent the MP as they got it to bolster their defenses, but once their dungeon felt secure Mark had elected to start saving up MP for when Settlements 1 was completed. Which was a good thing since the outpost building cost 20,000 MP to construct. They would then have to spend an additional 5,000 to build 10 more shades to mine the coal. It was a big cost, but would pay off pretty quickly once production was underway. There MP production would be effectively doubled Mark took a look around upon exiting the dungeon. Their defenses were really coming together. The earthen walls had been fixed and further strengthened over the last two weeks. They were thicker and slightly higher standing at least 6 feet tall now. On top of a ditch surrounding the base of the wall that was about 6 feet wide and 3 feet deep. It was at the limit of what they could achieve with digging and piling dirt. The earthen walls would collapse if they were any higher. Already there were hundreds of crude wooden poles stuck into the ground along its length as braces to strengthen the wall and keep it from collapsing. All of the other defensive projects that Mark had thought up were just now getting started. The 20 legionnaires and 5 yellow hobgoblin mages stationed as the entrance guard snapped to attention as Mark made his way to the gangplank leading out into the settlement. One of the reasons that Mark had quit spending MP was also because many of the unit types were approaching their limit cap. In total Mark had summoned 30 goblin squads, 50 legionnaires, 35 hobgoblin mages, and 8 scout teams. Although, 2 scout teams had been wiped out leaving them with 10 scout teams currently in service. The units had cost less than 33,000 MP. Which was quite frightening when Mark considered he could build a force of that many units in about 8 days. Just what were the other dungeons doing with all of their MP since they had not been forced to expend MP to replace their units as Mark and Amelia had done. Mark could only imagine that they had tens of thousands of additional MPs at their disposal. Settlement 1 would make 10,000 MP not too big of a thing, but surely the other settlements were also looking at making additional settlements if they had not already. They were likely unlocking higher level classes and would unlock additional unit branches or entirely different trees. If other dungeons were building settlements then Dungeon level 2 was not such a far off thing as Mark had thought. At first look the crafting house was not altogether different from the research lab. It was a single story building with wooden walls and thatch roof. However it was only one big room. There were several sections available for add-ons, which Mark would hopefully have utility for soon. One add on Mark was already looking for was the apothecary section that would allow them to brew potions and pills as well as normal stuff like alcohol. It would definitely save on upkeep costs for the gnomes and goblins. However, the add on was almost as big as the crafting house itself, so would take at least 2 weeks to construct. Still Mark had other projects he would rather have at the moment. They did not have any pill or potion research, and they would not until they had one of the rooms of the research lab focus on it. However they currently only had three focuses available, and Mark would not be able to switch out any of the focuses they had anytime soon. Therefore it would make more sense to do one of the research lab expansions first. Then perhaps they would have some research well underway when the apothecary was built. The other option was to use the builders to increase their defenses. Mark was picturing one massive guard tower in the middle of the earthen walls instead of just the raised earthen platform. However, Mark was feeling more than secure for the moment. He could not see the other dungeons striking anytime soon, so Mark would go with the research lab expansion. The expansion option Mark decided on was the separate building. Downside was that projects could not combine with the other focuses. However it would give an additional RP and would take a third of the time as the basement expansion. Part of Mark felt he should have done the expansion immediately, but the crafting house had benefits that were also very pressing for dungeon development. ¡°About time,¡± Amelia said emerging from their new crafting house. The girl was excited at the prospect of begging to work at the crafting house. ¡°You look excited. I guess we are able to work in the crafting house after all,¡± Mark posed. ¡°Indeed¡­ Come and see,¡± Amelia said ushering Mark in. ¡°On this side of the room are the basic crafting tables.¡¯ The other half of the room is for inscribing, for when we get enchantments.¡± There was currently only one room in the crafting house. The middle of the room was full of tables and chairs. Work stands, tool drawers, and storage bins lined the walls. There was an assortment of tools around the shop. Most were nothing out of the ordinary. Mark would expect similar items in any carpenter¡¯s workshop. However Mark took a second to examine the inscription tools which were basically pens of different sizes. ¡°So to inscribe, you just carve into the material using these pens. Seems kind of easy to turn out a lot of strong equipment if that is all it takes.¡± ¡°Well for lower quality and basic stuff yes. However, for better stuff we will need base essence,¡± Amelia said. ¡°Base essence?¡± Mark said questionably. ¡°Yes, base essence.¡± Amelia smirked, apparently loving the fact that she knew something he didn¡¯t. Mark frowned at her. She was likely just saying what the encyclopedia said, and what she had discovered while waiting for him. ¡°My understanding is that perhaps any of the essences can be broken down to base essence, not that anyone would choose to do so. The other option is to use these inscription pens.¡± Amelia picked one up. Soon runes along the side of it were shining a faint white. Mark''s eyes widened. ¡°Don¡¯t worry you should be able to do it as well. Apparently, anyone with manna could use these pens.¡± ¡°What!¡± Mark exclaimed, picking up the pen. After only a moment of effort he was able to push something of himself into the pen lighting the runes. The pen was practically a vacuum almost demanding the intangible energy from him. Mark could not believe it. They had manna. Would he be able to cast spells in the future? Did this mean he had stats? It would not be that weird since he was technically a summoned unit, but he was not on the unit screen and was not able to see his stats if he had any. Then there was the fact that Amelia could do it. Perhaps they could only do auxiliary tasks like crafting and spells would be prohibited? ¡°You should be able to do it for a while. Well assuming you have as much manna as I do. I kept a pen going for about 10 minutes and only felt a little bit tired,¡± Amelia said with a smirk. Ten minutes, had the crafting house even been fully completed for that long. Mark''s eyes narrowed. ¡®Don¡¯t tell me, the girl delayed telling me while she checked things out. It was certainly possible since she had the highest authority and could override anything he did. Besides if manna was based on intelligence like it was for the other summoned units wouldn¡¯t he have more than Amelia.¡¯ However, Mark knew it would not be wise to say as much. ¡°That will be very good for us since a couple of the enchantments should be done in the upcoming days,¡± Mark said finally. ¡°On top of that there is the crafting house¡¯s special feature. Did you see it yet?¡± Amelia asked squirming. ¡°No,¡± Mark sighed. He could easily see what it was if he pulled it up in the menu, but the girl wanted to tell him. He carefully pretended like he was just hearing it from her as he pulled up the screen. [Due to the nature of your crafting house, there will be less interference between inscriptions.] ¡°So it should allow us to put more inscriptions on various items. Instead of our arrows having one inscription a piece perhaps they can have two. Of course the talent of the inscriptionist also comes into play,¡± Amelia began. Item creation in the succession battle was fairly simple. There were seven different qualities that ranged from poor all the way up to artifact. Higher quality items would be more effective. It was one of the reasons for building the crafting house in the first place since at best items created without the crafting house would be limited to poor quality. The units would come with average quality items when summoned, but archers could easily shoot more than 20 arrows in an extended battle. Then spears, knives, and tomahawks occasionally broke or came apart. The poor quality replacements would definitely make itself apparent in large scale battles. Then item quality also affected interference when it came to inscriptions. A high quality item would have less interference. A poor quality item may not even allow an inscription normally. However, their crafting house¡¯s special feature would start their items at a higher starting point. It was the first real boon to come from having the gnomes build for them, since the research lab special feature had yet to do anything for them. Mark was still wondering what constituted meeting unique people groups or discovering interesting places intelled. Inscriptions had the same quality breakdowns as items. Where higher level inscriptions would create less interference, so that they could be closer to each other or even written over one another. A standard arrow might only allow for one inscription normally, but depending on the arrows quality as well as the quality of the inscriptionist there could be two or even more. Mark¡¯s mind was ablaze with the possibilities. At this point their research building had a bunch of different projects underway. There were a bunch of common level enchantments that were at various points of completion. Piercing and a defense enchantment were the closest to completion. Perhaps they would even be completed in the next day or two, but there were boost enchantments for all of the stats except for wisdom and intelligence well underway as well. Then there was the uncommon duplicate projectile project that was in the works. There were definitely things to look forward to. Soon all the archer goblins would be filling these benches to increase their arrow stores. Arrows would be consumed pretty quickly in a major battle. He would have spares made of other weapons, but at most he would only need a small stockpile to reequip his troops. They would all be rendered obsolete once metalworking and other techs were unlocked, but Mark did not think that would happen anytime soon. They would have to get to dungeon level 2 first. Chapter 19.5: Day 34 Gale stood on top of the wall peering out into the swamp land. Her blond hair was cut short resembling a boy¡¯s comb over. She was dressed in military style, with a blue long sleeve overcoat embroidered with gold. The overcoat was closed near her navel with a couple of brass buttons with the back flaring down to her mid thigh. Her white undershirt was tucked into her trousers. Overall it was a commanding and elegant look. Which was precisely what she was going for as one of the three representatives of the Guenevere Alliance. Gale was the oldest among the contenders at 96, just 4 years shy of 100 year cutoff. She was also the only contender that was a grandparent as far as she knew. It was a little strange since some of the contenders were not even 20. While the two grandchildren she had were not that old, most of her kids were. It was almost sad that such young people were a part of this. They had hardly even lived. Still she herself could live another 400 years, so it was not as if she pitied them enough to show mercy. The fact was that only one could survive this battle, and she would make sure it would be her. Gale was extremely confident in herself, but she was not a fool. Life was full of surprises, anything could happen. Worse case her kids would lose their parents, but she would not have given up the opportunity to someone else either. She was the oldest among her own siblings and had always liked being in charge, and she would rather die than to have one of her siblings or cousins end up becoming the supreme ruler. ¡°You¡¯re doing it again?¡± came a masculine voice from behind. ¡°Doing what, Tom,¡± Gale said, glancing back at her husband. ¡°Standing atop of the wall. Makes me think of an ancient sea captain with their foot braced up against the bow gazing out into the horizon,¡± Tom said, pulling himself up onto the wall beside her. Tom had wanted to join her for the succession battle. He was not really her champion. She was the dominant personality in the relationship and would call the shots. However he was her support. They had lived together for nearly 65 years, and they would spend their last 400 years together as well or months should the worst happen. Their kids would be fine despite the outcome. ¡°An ancient sea captain¡­ Can¡¯t say that I hate the comparison,¡± Gale said with a wolfish smile. ¡°Anything new?¡± Tom asked. ¡°Ha, there is never anything new here. Just the swamp, fog, and those blasted plateaus. Sea captain indeed. Still can¡¯t say it does not work to our advantage,¡± Gale stated. ¡°Ah you know what I mean. Have you seen any more of those bullywogs?¡± ¡°Nope,¡± Gale said matter of factly. ¡°Its been a couple of days.¡± Unauthorized usage: this narrative is on Amazon without the author''s consent. Report any sightings. In reality, Gale and Tom were almost the exact opposite of a sea captain. Instead of venturing off to far off places, their strategy was to hunker down. Gale had chosen the Indomitable defense specialization, which had started them off with the building and masonry techs. An indomitable defense was exactly what she was going for. The swamp itself would already be difficult for opposing armies, but her wall would be insurmountable here soon. Currently it was only 6 feet tall and one and one half feet wide, but it was just a start. Gale had selected lizardmen since they were strong, but unlike the other strong humanoid options they had a bit more intelligence. On day one her lizards had set to work to make use of her advanced masonry tech. They packed swamp mud into long wooden molds, which were left to dry out in the sun for a week. They were then cut into individual bricks about a foot in a one half in length and a half foot in width. She had thousands of bricks curing in the sun most days. That process had worked for this preliminary wall, but the wall was already about as high as it could be due to the resources used. The weight of the mud simply would not hold up when considering the foundation was on the weaker side, the limitation of having a base in the swampland. Luckily, she had just unlocked the mining tech which had opened new possibilities. It allowed the possibility of having an auxiliary floor of her dungeon. A mine would allow her to query stone bricks. Sure she had to buy metal picks and other tools at a premium from the store in order to do so, but it would allow her to build the fortress she envisioned. The current mud wall would do for the time being, however it would pale in comparison to the castle she would construct. Gale would start building outside the mud block wall and eventually move to replace the mud wall with her inner keep. They would just have to do the best they could as far as the foundation was concerned. The wall would likely not be perfect even as some parts settled more then others, but hopefully it would not be so much that it would not last through the succession battle. However the wall was only half of her plans. Her dungeon defense would be indomitable, but she could not completely turtle down. The starting 4 piles of coal would only last till day 200. She would need more resources pouring in, so that she could keep bolstering her defenses and perform attacks herself. So far, Gale and Tom had not caught a hint of another dungeon. The bullywogs that occasionally traveled through her territory or attacked did not belong to any dungeon. They usually had a good number of units, but were relatively weak willed when faced with the ferocious counter attacks of her lizardmen. Still she would have to send scouts out soon. Gale would receive a good amount of support once supporters were allowed to start making donations, but she could not count on that entirely to win the game for her. The other Guinevere representatives would likely get just as much as long as they still showed promise. Some of the other faction representatives would too. The support would only even the playing field for her with the other elites and not give her an advantage. Only the representatives from the weaker factions would suffer at that point of the battle. A distant splash drew her attention. Her tactical screen confirmed. The bullywogs were coming once again. They were positively insufferable. They were not really dangerous, but were more of an annoyance since her units would be pulled from actual work to fight them off. ¡°Tom ready our troops. I think half of them should be enough. The rest can keep querying the rock.¡± Tom nodded before dropping down off the wall. ¡°Well at least today will not be completely boring,¡± Gale said as she tried to make out the approaching figures through the ever present fog. The bullywogs might not be much of a threat, but just the fact that someone was attacking got her blood pumping. Chapter 20: Day 35 ¡°See them holes there? Just watch them for a minute or so,¡± Cedrick said pointing at the plateau cliff face Mark and Amelia both stared intently as Mark zoomed in as far as possible. ¡°This ability is simply extraordinary,¡± Cedrick exclaimed. Once again the succession battle features were not seen as something unusual, but were taken in stride by the gnome leader. The gnome scouts had taken their linked scout squad close to the site of the location of the third known essence source. ¡°I don¡¯t think I¡¯m going to like what comes out of those holes,¡± Amelia stated scrunching up her face. A minute later she self confirmed the thought. ¡°Ewww, no we should just leave that place alone.¡± Mark just gave her a reproachful look. It was not like the girl would be the one going. Mark would not either, but if there was an essence source located within, they needed to obtain it. He would be more than willing to send the goblins to do so. A four or five foot long shape had exited one of the holes and moved along the vertical cliff face briefly before skittering into one of the other holes. A minute later another one did so again. This time the creature stayed still for a moment, its antenna twitching as its head swiveled. The interface identified it as a Cyan wasp worker, although it did not show the power rating since the creature was not within their territory. The wasp was an overgrown replication of any that could be seen on Earth. Its body was completely black and cut into three sections. The first two were spherical with the final one, or abdomen, being far more ovoid. The creature was several feet tall, although most of that height was likely due to the legs extending down to the ground. The wasp had wings tucked into its side, although they appeared far too small for actual use. ¡°Told ya it would be a tough nut to crack. We haven¡¯t seen too many of them flying about, although the ones that do are twice as big. The smaller ones just skitter around along the wall. One thing you can be sure of is that there is a lot of em in there,¡± Cedrick said scratching his chin. ¡°Lil ones should not be too much of a problem, but the bigger ones look real nasty. A bit too much for me to feel comfortable sending just my war band. If you could send a bunch of your stronger goblins with us, I think we could manage,¡± Cedrick stated resolutely. ¡°And you''re positive there is a source of toxic essence in there?¡± Mark said, his eyes were still staring at the interface screen. ¡°There was a few years ago. Of course that was when it spread out and seeped out of the very cliff face itself. Prolly why them buggers moved there in the first place. Can only imagine their tunneling has somehow prevented it from seeping to the surface like it was, or perhaps they are consuming it,¡± Cedrick shrugged. ¡°So if we work together with you to wipe out the hive, we can split the essence fifty-fifty?¡± Mark posed. ¡°Aye, as long as you send an equivalently strong force. I think it would take a fairly good amount of goblins to equal a fifty gnome war band,¡± Cedrick said. Mark considered for a moment how many goblins it would take to present a force equivalent to a gnome warband. The gnomes might be small, about the same size as the goblins but they were far more hearty. Cedric¡¯s power rating was in the mid 2¡¯s and many of the gnomes that would likely participate in the attack would be in the mid or high 1¡¯s at the very least. Even the legionnaires would fall well short with only a 1.2. Then again, any amount of goblin mages would be supremely beneficial to support an attack on the wasp hive. The gnomes only had a handful amongst their ranks. A fireball shot down one of those tunnels should be fairly effective against the insectoids, and as long as the carapace of the wasps was not too hard or thick the magic bolts would likely have nothing to stop them as long as they made it through the hard exoskeleton. Mark thought on it for a bit. With the addition of their new outpost MP production was up to 9,130 a day. Building a good sized batch of strong units was no longer as daunting a task as it had been, so they could certainly spare to send some. Right now they had a lot of units, many of them were on the weaker side and they were unable to sustain their numbers through foraging. Mark estimated that he was burning through nearly 900 MP a day to supplement the goblins. On top of the 500 that was devoted for the gnome builders, the amount of MP expended for daily upkeep was not inconsequential. It might be time to restructure their forces to only keep stronger units during down periods and build fodder units when preparing for an attack. It also made sense for them to unlock higher class levels, so that each unit was as strong as possible. Right now they still needed numbers to work on their defenses, but in the future having a bunch of weak units lying around would just be an unnecessary drain on resources. Mark no longer needed to worry about an army being able to sneak up on their dungeon. Scout teams were posted all around the valley, and the standard goblin squads also patrolled at all times of day. On top of that they had a good grasp on their surroundings and the nearby dungeons. It would guarantee that they would get some heads ups prior to a full scale assault on their dungeon. The outpost on the other hand was less secure. Mark had sent 10 goblin squads, 5 mages, and 10 legionnaires, which should be enough to secure it from beasts and barbarians. At least once defenses were built up. However, another dungeon could easily take it out. Although for now, Mark felt that it was unlikely given where the known dungeons were located. The construct dungeon would have to travel in a roundabout manner circumventing their dungeon to get to the outpost. The kobold dungeon would have to circumnavigate the constructed dungeon as well to attempt, and there was no evidence that the lizardmen had even left their swamp. Intel from the bullywogs stated that they rarely left their settlement walls. ¡°I think we can spare 10 goblin squads, 10 legionnaires, and 20 mages. Maybe more if we held off for a few more days,¡± Mark finally said. The legionnaires and 20 mages would be the quality and the 10 goblin squads would provide the numbers. ¡°Hmmm, we will have to make it work. The rainy season should start any day now. We might run into problems if we can¡¯t finish things before then,¡± Cedrick concluded. ¡°Very well, we can have our units set out today. I will have Nasal lead our forces, but they will ultimately acquiesce to whatever strategy you decide on.¡± Mark concluded. ¡°I will go get my men then and will pick your troops up this afternoon,¡± Cedrick said, bowing out of the crafting house. ¡°That will basically cut our forces in half. Will we be alright?¡± Amelia inquired. ¡°Should be fine, now that we got the outpost up and running. We could practically replace that amount by the end of the day. We have 3,300 MP right now, so could already almost rebuild the squads. However, I¡¯m thinking of only building stronger units to save on upkeep costs. We still have 10 goblin squads here which should be plenty to keep working on our defenses and maintain the patrol schedule.¡± ¡°I guess¡­¡± Amelia said as she sat back down at one of the benches and cracked open a small booklet with the title of piercing enchantment. The piercing enchantment had finished late last night. The gnome, named Crouse, who had been spearheading the project had diligently put in the extra hours to finish the project. The gnome was still excited about the project and had decided to station himself in the crafting house instead of the research lab for the day. Even now, Mark could pick out the jittery old gnome over in the corner practicing the inscription process. It did not bother Mark or Cedrick. It had been the first topic that they had discussed with Cedric this morning. Another handful of gnomes would likely start residing at the settlement to work in the crafting house or replace researchers like Crouse who moved to practical application of their craft. ¡°How is the inscribing going?¡± Mark posed. Amelia had uncharacteristically arrived well before him. Like the gnome she was equally excited. ¡°It is a lot less magical than I thought,¡± Amelia said with a ¡®hmmmff.¡¯ ¡°First of all, this is basically a mini text book,¡± She added, presenting the book to him. Mark took it and quickly scanned through the 40 or so pages. It was filled with a bunch of alterations of seemingly the same diagram separated by blocks of text. ¡°The inscription is the same, but adjustments got to be made based on the object that is being inscribed and the material being used. It is much more nuanced than I had pictured. I haven¡¯t even gotten to actually trying to inscribe an item,¡± Amelia sighed. ¡°Well what did you expect? Did you think it would just be coloring inside the lines like for a children¡¯s drawing book,¡± Mark stated handing the book back. He did not know if they had the same type of coloring books in the higher realm, but Amelia had at least inferred the meaning. She gave him a sour expression. ¡°Then you should give it a try as well, and we¡¯ll see who does it better,¡± Amelia said, turning away from him. ¡°Maybe later, I¡¯m going to make sure Nasal can get the goblins ready to depart,¡± Mark said. He exited the crafting house with a smile on his face. Inscribing did not seem as simple as he had thought either, but he was sure that would only help him be better at it than Amelia. The only worrying thought was whether any of the goblins would be able to manage. Mark sighed. It was a scary thought. The encyclopedia mentioned some things about the inscription process. The process basically imparted magic onto inanimate objects. If something was not quite done right, it could result in a number of things, but most likely would result in the material exploding. The even scarier part is a mistake could result in it exploding immediately or anytime after. They were like live ordinance in that regard. Perhaps he could have whoever proved to be the best inscriber quality check the work of all the rest. This book''s true home is on another platform. Check it out there for the real experience. Of course Mark had thought of trying to take advantage of the unstable inscriptions. Exploding arrows would be useful for something. However, there were far too many variables involved. The process could not really be duplicated with any degree of certainty. The fact that the encyclopedia had a specific note disregarding the possibility was a good indicator. Even if he did expend a lot of effort and found a particular use of an unstable object, the interface would likely just issue a patch for it anyways. Getting the goblins ready to depart was fairly easy. It was less easy for Mark to cough up the nearly 1,000 MP required to send them on the five day expedition. However, Mark quickly got over it. A 1,000 MP used to be a fourth of his daily budget, but now it was less than a ninth. Mark spent a few more hours checking up on the defenses and various other aspects, noting a couple more tents being erected by the gnomes. Pretty soon they might all be over here. It made Mark wonder once again about the nature of the beings here. Were they lines of code and this was some sort of virtual reality, or was everything here real. If that was the case would the creators erase everything once they were done with it. He was fairly certain that the battle creators had complete control over things here, and it was not just a world built and set in motion. Or course he could be wrong. Regardless, it was pretty messed up, that they had beings like the gnomes in the first place. The gnomes each had a lifetime of memories. This world was all they had ever known. Were the memories just implanted? Or had the creators been working on building this place over hundreds of years and the gnomes had truly been alive for a lifetime. Whatever the case it was remarkable that they were able to do this, and Mark could not do anything about it. He put the thoughts aside and went back to the crafting house. Amelia only glanced at him before returning back to her work. She already had an arrow set before her and was using one of the pens to carve into the shaft. The arrow was held aloft by two different vice grips that Amelia could turn a crank to rotate the entire arrow as her other hand kept drawing the line. Mark decided to just watch her for a bit. Another few minutes and she was done. She gave an excited ¡®Ha¡¯ as she released the arrow from its constraints. ¡°Another below average quality inscription,¡± she said triumphantly showing off her creation. She turned towards him and presented her arrow. ¡°I¡¯ve completed two although they were both below average. At least I haven¡¯t had a miss yet like the gnome back there.¡± Amelia pointed to the gnome who was tucked away in the corner of the room. There were also a good bunch of goblins, but they were on the other half of the room working on building arrows. ¡°Well good job. However, I don¡¯t know if I would be excited about something that was deemed below average?¡± Mark smiled as he snapped a handful of arrows. He decided to set himself up at the back wall. There was no point in them being bunched near each other since there were only three of them on this half.. ¡°Fine, we can just see if you can do it better?¡± Amelia said, placing her arrow down carefully on another table. Mark grabbed his own ¡®Piercing enchantment¡¯ pamphlet and started to read. There were two big concepts for inscribing. The first was interference which their building specialty helped with. The second was inscription quality in and of itself. Higher quality made the inscription have less interference, but it was the quality itself that helped the inscription to be more effective as well as being more stable. Mark was surprised to find that the first quality level of poor was already deemed to be moderately unstable. Below average was unlikely to become unstable, and Average quality was deemed to be fairly stable. Good quality and above were normally stable unless something external affected them. Amelia¡¯s two below average quality inscriptions were probably fine. Perhaps the worst case would be a goblin losing a few fingers or having an arrow explode in their quiver. However, the inscription quality also affected the effectiveness. The difference of quality between a poor quality inscription and an artifact quality could be very big. A poor quality piercing arrow might punch an extra inch into its target. An artifact quality arrow might punch right through a stone wall and the bodies behind it and keep going. Of course materials also came into play. A piece of paper with a defensive inscription might not be very effective even if it was an artifact quality inscription. A better material with a worse quality inscription might fare far better. The paper example was not perfect, since materials also played into the inscription quality. A good sturdy material might allow for a very normally unstable design resulting in a high quality inscription. Even a perfect inscription on a piece of paper might be low quality due to the inherent stability of the material for the type of inscription. It was a shame since it would be very easy to draw the inscriptions on a piece of paper, but then all of the dungeons would have to deal with the difficulty of finding appropriate materials and inscription designs. It took less than half an hour for him to read through the pamphlet fully. He then spent a full hour making preparations to make his own arrow. Where Amelia had seemingly used some guesstimation and gotten right to work, Mark carefully planned a design out doing a very detailed engineering drawing. There were a bunch of different variations of the inscription plus of standalone deviations that could be added or removed. The variations gave inscriptionist options and deviations allowing a good deal of flexibility in conforming the inscription to different sizes and types of objects. The degrees of complexity could either give the inscriptionist flexibility based on the object''s dimensions or make it easier to reach a higher quality level for the inscription. It was apparent that Amelia had chosen one of the simpler ones and chose to inscribe it on the arrows shaft with empowering lines leading up to the actual arrowhead for the actual piercing part. During the hour and a half, Mark heard more than a few faint pops or loud booms on the other side of the room. They were always accompanied by a short squeal or cry from the girl. Mark had checked in on her to see if she was okay for the first few, but now each one just made him smile. The wood splintered, occasionally sending small slivers flying, but it was hardly too dangerous as long as she did not catch one in the eye, which seemed unlikely since it was normally evident that the inscription was going unstable. Mark put the finishing touches on his very engineering-like diagram for the inscription that he would attempt. He had an overall drawing with distances between lines set. He also had determined the order the lines should be drawn. He glanced back at Crouse who had meandered on over at some point to try to glean inspiration. From a way the gnome was carefully studying his diagram, Mark could tell that he was impressed. A minute later Mark had his own arrow set up on his work station. The arrowhead was situated in the center of the desk, since Mark had worked out a design to put on both sides of the broad arrow head. His inscription would be made symmetrically over both sides of the arrow head. Mark took it a step further by carefully measuring and tracing the inscription with another utensil onto the arrowhead. He turned the arrow back and forth Finally, Mark was ready to actually inscribe. He confidently took up the inscription pen and allowed a steady flow of his manna into the pen as he glided it along the traced outlines. He quickly outlined one side in a couple of minutes before turning the arrow and starting anew on the other side, but only got a couple lines on the backside before a couple cracks started to appear on the rock surface. Mark just had enough time to turn his face away before the arrowhead exploded sending rock shards into his side. Mark grasped his side in pain, but quickly realized that none of the fragments had even broken through the material of his shirt. It had basically been the equivalent of being peppered by a low power BB gun. Mark grimaced, as he heard a snarky snicker from behind him. At some point a now pale-faced Amelia had elected to watch his first attempt. Crouse also was off to the side, but his face held a more meditative look as if he was reflecting on what Mark had done wrong. Mark¡¯s focus was soon back onto task. He went over his design, electing to make a few changes before starting again on another arrow. Amelia and Crouse continued to watch since both of them were seemingly already low on manna, or he was just that interesting. The second time he was able to finish the arrow to completion, but he was still less than thrilled with the result. He placed the poor quality arrow aside and began on a third arrow. At least he was moving in the right direction. However, the next two arrows fared no better. One exploded again, showering him with the small pebble shrapnel. The other resulted in another poor quality inscription. Mark was growing increasingly frustrated as he looked over the inscription over and over again, but unless he wanted to do something completely different he could not figure out what he was doing wrong. The fact that he heard Amelia snicker each time his work finished with poor quality or exploded in his face, did not help. She pointed out the fact that it was taking him more than twice the time to work on a single arrow then it did for her since he was tracing and measuring prior to inscribing. She had successfully completed 9 out of 14 arrows before running low on manna. Even the gnome had a pile of the lower quality inscription arrows, with plenty up to below average quality. A half dozen arrows later and Mark finally put his design aside, intent on trying something else. ¡°Lad, would you mind if I give your design a try?¡± the old gnome asked. Although he had already snatched the paper up before Mark could respond. ¡°Be my guest,¡± Mark stated as he started scanning through the piercing pamphlet. He was looking to make another piercing design for an arrow. The inscription could also be added to other weapons, but he was fixated on making a good arrow design. He did not get far before hearing the gnome mumbling excitedly and Emelia¡¯s congratulations. Crouse had apparently had some success with Mark¡¯s design. Mark was over there in a second. The weary looking gnome was holding up an average quality arrow with his inscription. It was the best result someone had, up to this point, and apparently the design might allow for better quality inscriptions based on the gnome¡¯s reflective remark. ¡°I felt a bit unsteady while I was doing this. Perhaps if I was fresh¡­¡± ¡°Well at least your designs are good,¡± Amelia said, clapping Mark on the back. ¡°It¡¯s just your artistic spirit that sucks.¡± She snickered as she snatched up the diagram intent on trying it herself. The gnome showed some hesitance to give it up, but he was far too expended to make a deal of it. Amelia on the other hand had recovered enough manna to make a go at it. It was likely that the gnome had repeatedly been expanding manna all morning. Eventually, this would result in the manna recovery rate slowing down and a buildup of mental fatigue. Mark was beyond frustrated when Amelia had several successes in a row. Both were average quality, and she was kept on intent to do even better. Mark figured out the issue by watching her, while conversing with the gnome. There was an artistic touch that was required when making the inscriptions. The rate of manna could be varied based on the design and materials. Mark started to watch the runes of Amelia¡¯s pen as it glided along. He watched the white runes fluctuate in intensity as Amelia tried different things. Sometimes hardly any runes would be lit up. Other times they would all be practically pouring out the white light. Thinking about it, Mark determined that it would be difficult to find some sort of scientific solution to varying ones manna when inscribing. The head and shaft of each arrow had slight variations. The grain molecules making up the wood or rock were slightly different, and that was for these interface standard arrows. It would only be worse for things crafted in the world. Perhaps math and science could get him part of the way, but he would never be able to reach perfection with a set formula. Mark sighed as he went back to his own station. He would have to learn to get a feel for things as he inscribed. Crouse and Amelia were both apparently better than him at it. Mark got back to work. The design was not too complex and was already established firmly in his short term memory. He might not be a natural, but he could only improve. Chapter 21: Day 36 It was midday and Mark was relaxing after a morning of working on inscriptions when the alarm sounded. Mark hurriedly pulled up his tactical map from the corner of his vision. Besides for the numerous blue dots indicating allies and the gray dots for the gnomes there was nothing out of place. Mark sat there stumped for a few seconds before pulling up the notification that had appeared at near the same time. [Notice: Adventurers have entered your dungeon. No dungeon modifications or additions can be made while the dungeon is being challenged.] What the? Mark thought as he hurriedly swapped to the inner dungeon tactical map screen. His view quickly honed in on the 10 red dots at the floor''s entrance. Mark felt immediate relief at only seeing 10 diminutive skeletons. They certainly did not seem like a big threat. After viewing their status. Mark confirmed they weren¡¯t.
Pygmy Skeleton (51/333) (conscript) Power lvl: 0.4 Morale: ---
After a quick reference to the encyclopedia, Mark was even more sure that the pygmies were not a threat. Units that entered the dungeon as adventurers or through the other entrance received a 25% increase to their power level. Since the pygmies only had a power level of 0.4, then they likely had a starting power level equivalent to that of the green goblins. Still he could hardly feel relief in the current situation. It had taken a month, but someone had found the other entrance to their dungeon. Their dungeon settlement defenses were effectively circumnavigated through this second random entrance. It was definitely something that had fallen to the wayside in his list of priorities, after facing full scale assaults on their main dungeon settlement. The 25% increase to these pygmies might not affect things overly much, but for stronger units it would be a significant boost. Currently 10 units might be the max another dungeon could send into the dungeon, but they could do it continuously. As soon as one adventuring squad was wiped out, they could just send another one. The first floor was only so big, a squad could move through it in about 10 minutes. Mark''s gut sank. The wave tactic could easily wear down the dungeon defenses. The dungeon defenders could only respawn after an hour. For the first floor guardian, it was even worse, 3 days, and the orc spawner would only summon a unit once every day after midnight. Once those 10 units died, it was effectively useless. For Stein, the reanimated goblin corpse, it was two hours. The enemy would effectively be able to send a good four or five squads of adventurers within the time that the hobgoblins could respawn, which meant 40 to 50 adventurers to overwhelm the 23 defenders once they had been able to take out the stronger units. Mark felt his heart hammer, as he watched the pygmies start to make their way down the tunnel. How many other units did the other dungeon have waiting to enter behind this initial squad? It was possible that there were none, and that these pygmies were simply set to scout and test the waters, but since when had Mark and Amelia been so lucky. The pygmies quickly ran into their first trap. It was a simple trap where darts would shoot out of small slats on the dungeon walls, when the units stepped on pressure plates. Unfortunately, the pygmies had little to no substance, being made mostly of bone with what looked like lichens and small tufts of moss randomly adorning the grayish bone. The darts were not powerful enough to do much more than perhaps add a crack or two on the pygmies bones. The pygmies only grunted and hissed in annoyance and kept going. They passed through a handful of other various traps with similar ease. It was not until they hit the collapsing ceiling trap that they suffered their first casualties. Mark had mixed satisfaction in seeing the pygmy counter tick down to six. The falling debris had fallen on the front half of the squad. Four were instantly crushed, and two others were more than a little wounded. Mark had almost hoped they would have not hit the trip wire. He would rather the trap have sprung on more powerful units that may be following behind. The traps would automatically reset themselves after a cooldown, but the cooldown would not even start until the dungeon was no longer under attack. The losses hardly affected the pygmies as they scampered forward, with the back few only giving suspicious glances up at the ceiling as they hopped on and off the pile of rubble and their former companions. Soon after the pygmies reached the tunnel with the three inclined passageways forking up to the final amphitheater, and soon they ran right into Mark¡¯s waiting defenders. Mark had chosen to have his defenders make a stand there. He would try not to reveal the dungeon''s best last stand room if he did not have to. If the other dungeon had other squads to send then the room¡¯s secrets could then be showcased against more worthy opponents. Mark had teetered on what approach to take when confronting the adversary. Having Winnie the reanimated bear corpse rampage, might deter them from continuing the assault. Winnie would easily be able to crush the small pygmies, but eventually Mark decided on the classic approach of keeping his aces¡¯ hidden as much as possible. If he could do it over again, he would have had his hobgoblins stall the scouting party near the entrance of the first floor. At least then they could delay the enemy and when they died their respawn clock would be started, but all of the defenders had been lounging in the last few rooms including the two monitoring Nasal and their army in the core room. The scouting party had therefore basically had free reign through the majority of the dungeon. Mark honestly did not know why they got so much space for a floor when they only had 25 defenders and whatever they could get from a spawner to fight with. It was not like Mark was going to allow them to free range across the dungeon, and get taken down one by one. Everyone would likely have all their defenders fight as a group, which made the rest of the dungeon just a long space for the enemy to have to traverse. Over the last few weeks, Mark had added some traps, but he had soon hit the cap on how many he could place, which still left a lot of free space. Perhaps in the future they would get new features. Perhaps lower floors would have even more space and he could build a sophisticated labyrinth. Mark had initially thought to build a labyrinth for the first floor, but had ended up building more of a gauntlet of tunnels and larger rooms once he saw what he had to work with. Still little of it was used. What a waste, Mark thought as he watched the hobgoblins easily overwhelm the pygmy skeletons. It was not much of a fight. At most the pygmies were able to cause a few flesh wounds with their small daggers. Some blew darts with their blowguns, but they had little to know effect against the shield-bearing goblins. Hmpppfff, Mark sighed as ten new red dots appeared at the dungeon¡¯s entrance. He had unwittingly been holding his breath as the last of the pygmies met their end, but he felt his heart drop as stronger looking units made their entrance. A quick glance through their statuses said he was right to start worrying. Their power level was three times that of the pygmies, and there were even a couple mages, although they were only level 1 mages.
Skeletal Soldier (4/111) Warrior lvl 1 (conscript) Power lvl: 1.1 Morale: ---
Still it was not a force that would be able to overwhelm the dungeon defenders with one go. It would likely take a dozen or more groups of similar makeup to threaten their dungeon. However it was unlikely that this force was the pinnacle of what they could expect if their enemy had unlocked the stronger units on their unit branch. The skeletal warriors quickly crossed through the dungeon, and soon they clashed with the waiting hobgoblin forces. The skeletal soldiers proved to be slightly better on an individual level than the hobgoblins. However they were to fight the skeletal soldiers to a standstill due to having the high ground and through use of their shields. Still the real threat were the mages, which the goblins were not able to deal with. Soon two fireballs lanced out and struck into the defenders. The hobgoblins took the blasts to their shields, but the fireballs would not be so easily dissuaded. For one, the shields were made of wood, so the goblins were soon casting their shields away to get rid of the clinging flames. That was for the few who had not already been thoroughly cooked to death by the deadly balls of flame. In the end only six of the defenders fell to the second squad of adventurers, but there were also a good handful that were wounded, many with painful scorch marks. Worse, only a few of the shields remained intact. A good portion had been consumed in flames. Others had been reduced to splinters by the skeletal soldiers'' axes. The shields would respawn since they were locked in as the defender¡¯s equipment, but they were effectively done for the rest of this attack. Once defenders were finalized, Mark could not really do much to change the unit loadouts or stats. He could not even give them spare weapons or shields. This could change in the future. The dungeon features tech allowed the addition of specialized rooms. One of which was an armory that he would be able to add supplemental equipment for his defenders, but Mark had not yet decided to build any of the rooms. He had spent much of the last two weeks worth of DP on traps. It would certainly be an avenue for improvement in the future, but Mark now had a different objective. They needed a second floor and a second group of defenders to protect against the threat this second entrance posed to their dungeon. He had spent much of the last two weeks worth of DP on traps, and only had 8 leftovers after hitting the cap for traps for the floor. Support the author by searching for the original publication of this novel. Opening the second floor would cost 25 DP, which had seemed like a daunting amount when they had first researched the dungeon features tech and gotten the first floor. Now that they were getting 2 DP it was not as out of reach, but Mark had spent the DP on other things like adding the traps. Which felt pretty stupid to him currently as he watched the third squad of skeletal soldiers tramping right through them. It was not that they would not be effective. They just were not as geared to deal with skeletons or the constructs. The early attack by Crassius had always lingered in the back of his mind as the biggest threat. The orcs had stormed through the dungeon with such ferocity. The construct and now undead armies simply could not match. Mark had felt confident in their settlement defenses holding against the construct army should they attack again, but now that they were effectively bypassed. The skeleton squads felt like death creeping up to smother the life of their dungeon. Mark glanced at their current MP. They had just over 18,000, and he had already completed all of the maintenance costs for the day. As long as they survived this attack he would be able to buy the second floor and have it manned by the end of day tomorrow. He would have to pay the 10% penalty to convert the MP to DP, but this attack had highlighted that this was currently their most prominent weakness. Mark sighed. He had wanted to stockpile MP, so that he had plenty in reserve to build up a force when needed. Perhaps he would even use a good portion of the stockpile to open another branch once they had enough, but there was always something that came up requiring him to push the funds in a different direction. The third enemy adventure squad fared far better than the previous two, and Mark only had six remaining to meet the next oncoming squad. The six would not do much good fighting by themselves, so Mark pulled back to the amphitheater to fight with the orcs and reanimated corpses. With the help of one imp they would be able to effectively man the cranks for the rolling pin. Mark had used 10 of the last DP to build the track for the trap, so that they would be able to move the trap to any of the faces. Apparently their enemy had decided to send their dungeon ending force for the fourth squad. It was composed of six minotaur skeletons and four units simply called lichs. The eight foot tall minotaur skeletons each stood on bone appendages ending in hooves, and each carried a massive double edged rock ax. The skeleton lichs were similar to the skeletal soldiers except they were adorned in black robes. Mark calculated that the minotaurs had a base power level of about 1.8 and that the lichs had a base power level of 1.3.
Minotaur Skeleton (4/55) Warrior lvl 1 (conscript) Power lvl: 2.3 Morale: ---
Skeletal Lich (1/76) Warrior lvl 1 (conscript) Power lvl: 1.6 Morale: ---
The minotaurs were certainly powerful. They were likely the peak unit on their branch. Their power level alone would make them equivalent to the brute orcs. However, they would be harder to kill. Although based on watching them move, they certainly would be far less mobile and adaptive than the brute orcs had been. Mark honestly couldn¡¯t decide which he would prefer for his troops to have to face. The lichs on the other hand had enough manna to each cast fireball at least twice. The mages in the second and third waves had only had enough to cast the spell once. The fourth squad reached the amphitheater and paused upon seeing the unexpected addition of a giant undead bear and a squad of orcs. They had been unlucky to not have spawned a brute orc, but four of the ten spawned were the regular orcs. The remaining six all were the weaker imps. The pause was brief as both sides studied the others, but soon the undead surged up the slope seemingly oblivious to the trap awaiting them. The studded rolling pin soon rolled down to greet the enemies once they reached the halfway point.. The goblins and imp had rolled the trap to catch the biggest clump of minotaurs. However, all but one of the minotaurs were able to scramble out of the way. Their movements were awkward and they were not as fast as brute orcs, but their massive strides still made them decently quick. Winnie was already on the move. Using the downhill momentum to streak down the left side of the slope to close on the undefended lichs. The undead bear only needed a couple of seconds to close the distance. The lich''s all had apparently started fireball spells. They would never be able to finish the 10 second cast time. One apparently had decided to forcefully stop the spell mid cast which resulted in some sort of backlash as a brief flame spike blazed from the creature¡¯s back. How much damage the backlash had caused would forever be unknown as the giant bear crashed into it and the other lichs. In another couple seconds all four lichs were torn apart without a single spell having been cast. After that the battle became fairly one sided. Winnie moved back up the slope meeting the two minotaurs that had started back downslope to try and help the lichs. While the rest of the minotaurs were held off by the spawned orcs. Two minotaurs proved to be less of a match against the undead bear than the orcs had been. They were more powerful, but they were not as nimble. It was too great of a disadvantage against a several ton bear that could rip them to shreds in seconds. After that Winnie moved to pincer the remaining three minotaur skeletons against the orc squad. Soon the enemy squad would be entirely dealt with. Winnie took several powerful blows, but once it had a hold on the slower opponents they were ripped to pieces. Winnie really was a bit overpowered for this early in the succession battle. It was fast, powerful, and could take a lot of damage. However, it was not undefeatable as previous attacks had shown. High power level enemies that were quick were able to whittle Winnie down, and mages could deal with the corpse bear quite quickly provided they were able to get their spells off. Even these Skeleton minotaurs had caused quite a bit of damage. It would eventually add up. If the other dungeon sent a couple more waves like this one, they might be in trouble. Mark sighed in relief. He had been a bit worried about this squad, but the lich''s long cast time had been their undoing. They were far less dangerous than the creeper''s rapid acid attacks had been. Then the minotaurs had only been able to cause a minimal amount of damage before being ripped to pieces. Several imps were killed during the melee, and Stein had been bisected with a diagonal ax chop, but Mark was confident that the guardian and defenders would be able to fight off another wave or two of a similarly composed squad. At that point the hobgoblins would start to respawn. The real question was how many units the other dungeon had ready to send. Winnie was still good to go, but taking a couple ax strikes had definitely caused some damage. If the bear fell then the dungeon floor would not be able to survive more than a few waves of even the weaker skeleton types, and Stein once again had not proved to be very effective against this type of enemy. However, Mark started to feel confident the attack was over, when after even another 5 minutes another squad had failed to appear. Still he could not shake the feeling completely, until the goblin defenders started to respawn, and traps shifted back into place. By that point the survivors'' wounds were starting to close. Even the savage wounds on Winnie would likely be gone by nightfall. ¡°That was certainly something,¡± Amelia said plopping down on the couch beside him. ¡°Other dungeons attacking us directly. Just one more possibility we will have to prepare for. I think we need to build another floor as soon as possible,¡± Mark said. ¡°Just in time for us to hopefully have a new undead beast to serve as the floor guardian,¡± Amelia said grinning. Mark nodded. Amelia was right. It did line up perfectly for them to obtain a second powerful floor boss. Nasal had taken all of the available life essence from the spring. It was less than Mark would have liked, but it would be enough to raise a beast at a similar level as Winnie the reanimated corpse bear. The scouting squad occasionally ran into lone or groups of beasts with power levels at 1.5 or below, but beasts like Winnie were apparently fairly rare. Mark had wanted to take advantage of their attack on the wasp nest. Unfortunately, the spring was not a very big source of the essence, producing perhaps 10 measures worth a month. They had only been able to get just under 8 measures, and that was after sponging up the liquid with a towel and then wringing it back out. It was less than they had for Winnie, but it was all they had. It was up to Nasal to decide how to use it. He would either find one extraordinarily strong wasp, or perhaps raise a couple of them. ¡°A second dungeon floor should buy us some leeway for a while. Maybe if it was Crassius sending his overly steroided up orcs or those creepers, but we should be able to fight off this guy,¡± Mark said confidently. ¡°Haha, that''s because you don¡¯t know who this guy is,¡± Amelia laughed uneasily. Mark glanced at the contenders page. They had a new contact named Nicholas Holt. Of course, all Mark knew about the guy was that he used undead. ¡°You know this guy?¡± ¡°Not personally, but everyone in Arcadia knows his family is filthy rich. He might not be too much of a threat right now, but he will definitely receive the maximum level of support available in the succession battle,¡± Amelia said, glancing away from him. ¡°How much of a difference will these contributions make? And when will they start?¡± Mark inquired. ¡°Hmmm¡­ Should not be something completely impossible to overcome, but if they are making the most of their possible opportunities in the battle, then it would definitely be difficult for us.¡± Mark frowned. Who knows what the contributions could be. Unique units, special buildings or features? Perhaps they would even be given research lab techs for free. The worst part was that Mark had no inkling on what advantages the other players would be getting. It was hidden cards or curve balls that they could spring on them at any time. ¡°And who is to say the contributions have not already started to happen?¡± Amelia added ¡°What do you mean?¡± Mark asked. ¡°The creators of the battle are free to determine the game balance and make decisions on the different aspects of the game. Who''s to say certain factions have not been working to influence their decisions. Official contributions during the battle go into the realm coffers, but unofficial ones¡­Who could say.¡± ¡°Are you saying they are taking bribes to shift the game in some factions favor?¡± Mark asked, astonished. Amelia shrugged in response. ¡°Damn rich people!¡± ¡°We were fighting an uphill battle from the start. At least the creators have to make it seem like the battle is fair.¡± Amelia stated. ¡°Will the creators or someone get upset with us talking about this type of things cause any issues,¡± Mark finally said in a quieter tone. He could not keep himself from glancing up as if to see some camera that was broadcasting them to the realm. ¡°Well viewers won¡¯t see it. That is for certain,¡± Amelia laughed. ¡°You don¡¯t need to worry about it too much. All of the factions have people overseeing the battle who would be more than willing to call out foul play. Like I said on the surface, they have to keep it fair. Just don¡¯t go around talking about stuff they will have to censor out all the time, or the people cutting things out won¡¯t like us very much. I don¡¯t anticipate us getting a lot of support, but you never know.¡± Chapter 21.5: Day 36 Tap, tap, tap. Nicholas holt grimaced as he considered on whether to send another group into the translucent door leading into the other dungeon. His fingers drummed against the lounge chair side. He was currently laying back on a exorbitantly oversized pillow on his chaise lounge chair. As in all things, Nick always strove for utmost comfort and relaxation. It was kind of ironic since the Arcadian realm throne would only come along with a lot of work, but there were always others who could do the work for him. He knew that this would technically make him a figurehead ruler, but was that really any different than what any of the others would be if they won. A true leader could not be chosen so arbitrarily. Nick was fine with that. There were plenty of people that were hungry enough to take on such roles for him. Jeeves was one such man. Nick glanced again at the old balding man urgently awaiting his response. He had put in a lifetime of effort to get to this point. He had risen quite high for a foreigner in the Altin Federation. A place where foreigners were normally kept relegated to the bottom class.¡¯ Apparently becoming a second grade butler for the Holt family was not high enough. The 430 year old man had decided to cast his lot in with Nick as his champion. It was not unreasonable, since most considered Nick to be one of the contenders most favored to win this succession battle. Still it was too much of a risk for most of the butlers who were content to finish out their lives with their current status. The difference was that Jeeves'' family would not be able to hold its place once he passed on or was forced to retire. Acting as a champion for the realm succession battle on the other hand would ensure his family''s place for millennia, as well as carve his name into the history books. It would only be a footnote to Nick¡¯s own, but it would still be quite the feat for someone from a backwoods mining planet. Jeeves was already old. Perhaps only had another 100 years or so left, so perhaps for him it was not much of a gamble for him to make. Most polls, even the ones in other factions, put Nick as one of the top three favorites for the battle, and history collaborated their chances since the Holt family had won 2 of the 8 succession battles, and they had even made it to the final four or five in all but one of the other battles. The Holt family had an outstanding track record. Only that damn republic could claim the same. They also had 2 victories and always had one of the final contenders. The difference was that they were an entire faction, and the Holt family was only a single family, huge as it was. The scheming republic usually even played a bit foul, deciding on which of their three contenders they wanted to win and having the other two covertly doing what they could to support the chosen. ¡°Well my lord,¡± Jeeves said hesitantly ¡°I don¡¯t think we can finish the job with what we have remaining. We will drop it for now. Amelia Cromwell is from one of the weakest factions in the battle. Getting the unique reward would have been nice, but unlocking the contribution feature is far more important in the near term.¡± Stolen content alert: this content belongs on Royal Road. Report any occurrences. ¡°A most wise decision, my lord,¡± Jeeves said bowing. He then turned to give new orders through the unit link. They still had nearly 50 skeleton soldiers waiting outside the dungeon, but most were of the weaker variety. It would be difficult enough to finish off the bear. Then there was the fact that the defenders would soon start respawning. For all Nick knew they had an entire second floor for them to have to go through. Both Jeeves and he had thought it was a windfall when they had discovered the secondary dungeon entrance. A chance to bypass a dungeon''s settlement defenses seemed like a good opportunity, but this dungeon had more than the 25 defenders that their own had. Plus they had a guardian that would put Nick¡¯s to shame. A zombie bear would sure be nice to have. Perhaps it would be in their cards in the future. It was clear Amelia Cromwell had unlocked the humanoid tree, so the two undead they had must have come about through some other opportunity. Jeeves had mentioned that perhaps they would have to unlock the beast tree for beast undead to become an option. They had three branches of the undead tree to include skeletons, zombies, and spirits, yet not one of the branches had an undead beast unit. It was what it was. They had three branches unlocked, and would not be unlocking any of the others. Three branches should be enough to meet their needs till the end of the battle. Nick and Jeeves had decided on the global expansionist specialization, which gave them the Settlements 1 and Contender Capabilities techs. It also gave a reduced cost for various things related to expansion, but the main reason they had picked the specialization was to increase their dungeon level as quickly as possible. Few other contenders could match the Holt family in a contest of money. Therefore it was imperative to get the contribution system going as soon as possible. Getting to dungeon level 2 was the primary focus. They had only briefly expended resources to make their dungeon defensible and to unlock a couple of extra branches, so as not to entirely cripple their future possibilities since unit trees and branches would be locked once the dungeon leveled up. Since units had population caps, they could not just mass produce one type. Plus a little diversity would definitely be helpful. The zombie branch units were not too different from the skeleton branch, but the spirit branch added some unique units. Unfortunately, they had not actually built any of the units. Otherwise this dungeon would likely fall pretty easily. Nick could only sigh the opportunity was lost. They no longer would have surprise on their side. They did have MP to spare, since they had been pulling in nearly 8,000 MP a day since the end of the second week of the battle. But their dungeon was a half day away, and the other dungeon could easily be able to make improvements before they could attack again. The attack would likely be successful, but it would also cost them days in their goal of unlocking the level 2 dungeon. The unique reward would be good, but it was hardly better than getting goodies once the contribution feature was unlocked. Besides once they started getting unique units and other perks it would be pretty easy to stomp out weaker faction dungeons. It was no different than the dungeons around them. If Nick wanted they could have easily cleaned up at least one of them by this point, but the contenders around him would not really be a threat in the end game, so they would just bide their time to reach their goals and then knock them out when it was convenient for them. Chapter 22: Day 37 The day promised to be a busy day for Mark. The gnome and goblin army had arrived within a few miles from the wasp nest last night. They had then stopped to rest for the night. The attack would likely start at some point this morning. But first Mark still had quite a few things to take care of. He had actually unlocked the second floor of the dungeon precisely at midnight. The secondary dungeon entrance was a bit ominous in that they had no clue where it was at and would have no idea when an enemy dungeon would choose to send an army through a squad at a time. Despite the ominous feeling Mark had gotten himself to hold off till the stroke of midnight. While they could have afforded the dungeon hours earlier, Mark had elected to wait a little longer so that they could spend the next day''s DP and convert less MP over. Of course Mark had then decided to stay up through the night to design and plan for the second floor. Mark could only sigh as they got a familiar notification. [Warning: A third entrance to your dungeon has been established. Once found, enemies can send a party through and challenge your dungeon. Party size will depend on the dungeon level of the challenger. Just like attacks through the main entrance, the dungeon will enter a rest period 5 minutes after not being challenged. This does not prevent enemies from entering through the main entrance. No improvements can be made when the dungeon is being challenged, build up your dungeon defense.] Of course they would add another entrance for dungeons to send adventurers through. Adding the entrance was supposed to make the dungeon safer, but it seemed that it was a double edged sword. Likely the third entrance would be in a far different location with proximity to dungeons other than the Holt dungeon. Mark moved on. There was nothing he could do about it. Having more floors was definitely better than the alternative of allowing their dungeon to be easy to conquer. Nick would likely return. He had seen the first floor, so would definitely only come back when he felt confident in dealing with it. It was likely that he would also assume correctly that they would have a second floor by the time he attacked again. He would also likely account for the second floor being stronger than the first. Mark would have to ensure that it was as strong as possible. Mark once again went for a long gauntlet style floor, forcing enemy units to expend time and energy to reach the second floor dungeon guardian room, which for now would remain empty. Hopefully, their expedition to the wasp nest would bag them a top notch floor boss. Until then Mark would just fill the defenders as their MP allowed. The idea was to delay the attacking groups long enough for the defenders on the first floor to continually respawn. Unfortunately, it seemed like the respawn time for the second floor was double that of the first floor, and since the defenders would be of higher caliber being between 1 and 2 power rating wise, like Stein was. It would take them 4 hours to respawn. However the stronger units would definitely be required. Weaker units just did not have enough stopping power. Fortunately, they just got access to the level 1 goblin branch¡¯s pinnacle unit. Day 37 had brought them 2 more RP, totaling 7 RP toward the Red hobgoblin unit. He just had to convert 500 MP over to finish the 7,500 MP research option, unlocking the unit.
Red Hobgoblin 1 (1/66) Mage lvl 1 (conscript) Power lvl: 1.5 Morale: 50 (content)
Strength 14 Attack: 2 Defense: 2
Endurance 13 Abilities/Skills
Agility 10 Spells: Magic bolt: Cast time 3 seconds Fire Ball: Cast time 10 seconds
Vitality 12
Intelligence 11
Wisdom 9
The Red¡¯s, as Mark now referred to them, had nearly twice the intelligence as the yellow hobgoblins. Their wisdom was more than double. They also had physical stats equivalent to those of the brown legionnaires, making them pretty versatile. Of course it came with a hefty price tag, costing 400 MP for a unit, so it would make more sense to just use legionnaires as their melee fighters. All in all, Mark was quite pleased with the level 1 goblin branch¡¯s best unit. They would be trounced in a melee fight against a brute orc, but would at least be able to hold their own against lesser level 1 unit types in close combat. They were all-arounders, much like the scarecrow creepers who had been more than a match against an orc regular in melee while being a mage class. The level 2 floor would be manned by the best units that Mark had available at this point. They were still only allowed to have 25 defenders, so they needed to be as strong as possible. Mark had decided to leave the floor guardian spot open, but had filled the rest. First he had pulled 18 legionnaires from their settlement defenses, equipping them with the premium round wooden shields from the interface store. Their settlement was now substantially less defended than it was a few days ago before the outpost contingent and army left, but any army assaulting the dungeon would also have to pass through the second dungeon floor so it was not a true loss moving these legionnaires into the dungeon. The six red hobgoblin level 1 mages on the other hand had to be bought at 500 MP per a unit. It was the best that they could do for defenders at this point in time. Mark made a promise to himself to unlock a higher class level by the time they built the third floor. The third floor cost 50,000 MP, so it would be a while. Mark glanced at their current MP. It was just under 5k, so he had at least 4k to work with. It would be more of a long play, but Mark decided to spend it all on more Reds. They would make far superior researchers than the yellow hobgoblins. Changing researchers would cause some loss in progress, but with double the intelligence and wisdom, the sooner the change happened the better. So far most of the progress on research options had been carried by the gnomes. The few goblin specific classes had hardly progressed since they were goblin specific and were not being worked on at all by the gnomes. The gnomes on the other hand had a couple classes more than half way passed completion. It was becoming clear to Mark that the specialized buildings such as the research lab and crafting house could play a huge part in this succession battle. Unit power levels could only be increased through so many means. The research lab could provide variance and options not available through the normal dungeon progression. The crafting house could provide boosts to an individual''s effective power. At some point, Mark would want to make the researchers and accomplished crafters non combatants since losing them would become a serious blow to the dungeon¡¯s progress. Transcriptionists become better with more practice, so would be difficult to replace, and it was the same for researchers. They could hide in the builder¡¯s hut with the shades and weather through future attacks. However, Mark knew that was a ways off, since 10 mages could still turn the tide of battle. It only took a few minutes for Mark to replace 8 of the researchers. Within the next few hours he would replace the last two. The former yellow hobgoblin researchers could work in the crafting house for now, and they would not be alone. Mark wanted to build at least a few Reds¡¯ to work as inscriptionists. The lower intelligence units could craft weapons, but inscription had proven difficult for even those at the hobgoblin level of intelligence and wisdom. Currently the only one putting out anything decent was Amelia, and himself to a lesser extent. The gnomes were also doing well, but their finished products would mainly go back to the gnome village. Mark''s attention shifted to the research screens. They had three techs left that were available for level one dungeons. Of them he most wanted to unlock contender capabilities, but he was also thinking about the other research options. Advancing the dungeon level was definitely off the table until they had unlocked more branches or another tree. Mark was determined to not be stuck with only goblins for the remainder of the battle. Royal Road is the home of this novel. Visit there to read the original and support the author. The unit population caps would likely get in the way. The cap limits would likely increase with dungeon level advancement. However, armies would likely number in the thousands or even tens of thousands by the end of the battle. The cap limits would then always be a factor. Sure they could increase individual units'' strength, but in many cases it would be more beneficial just to have a larger army. The third option was to unlock higher levels of unit classes. A level 2 warrior would get a 20% boost to their base power rating instead of just a 10% for level 1. The cost for higher power rating units was seemingly increasing by an exponential rate. Green goblins only cost 25 MP and had a 0.3 power rating. Whereas the Red¡¯s cost 400 MP and only had a power rating of 1.5, if the cost increase was linear with power rating they would only have to pay around 125 MP. Instead the rate of MP for a unit was increasing sharply for only a little increase in the base power rating. Eventually it would be more beneficial to just pay extra for a higher class level, or increasing effective strength through other means such as enchantments. However, it was clear that the more powerful units were worth the expense. A brute orc might cost hundreds of MP, but it could basically wade through weak units like the green goblin. Numbers would not mean much, if they could not even touch one elite unit. Weak units had their place, but they would never be enough to fight top elites or take defensible positions. They would be best used as support for the better units and fodder. Mark sighed before shifting his attention back to the topic at hand. While he had decided to wait the days it would potentially take for Nasal to bring back a guardian level unit. There was a new spawner option that became available. A spawner option seemingly became available anytime the dungeon was attacked, which apparently included attacks from the secondary entrance. Mark had unhesitantly bought the first spawner option that became available, but they had been given the choice to exchange it after the construct attack since the construct army had also made it into the dungeon. Mark had not even considered swapping since they would have had to pay for the second option just like they had done for the first. The orc spawner only had an initial cost of 10 DP. Mark might have given it some thought if the Creeper or flesh golem units were a part of it, but the construct spawner had only promised the wooden golems. In some ways it was better than the orc spawner. It would spawn 20 block golems at the beginning of each day, regardless of whether the dungeon was in its rest period or not. Of course there could only be 20 block golems in total, so it was effectively only replacing ones that were injured or dead. It was better since if the dungeon was under constant threat the orc spawner would hardly be able to keep up, only spawning 1 new unit every day. However the main reason Mark had immediately not considered it was due to the price tag of 20,000MP that had to be paid over the following two weeks. Especially at that point in time before their second outpost, they just could not have spared the MP. They could have paid less MP and gotten a lower cap for the spawner, but Mark also could not get himself to give up the stronger orc units. They were the only real support for Winnie. The hobgoblins could only delay strong enemies and kill weaker enemies. The block golems lethality was pretty low. They would be good units to hold a front line, but Mark only had 5 archers on the floor. All the rest of the defenders including the guardian had to fight in melee range. It might have been a good spawner for the second floor with the red mages, but the spawner option like the current one had expired 24 hours after the dungeon attack. But, they now had a third spawner option, well at least for the next 5 hours. Unfortunately, it was in Mark¡¯s mind the worst of them. The spawner could spawn up to 12 skeletal soldiers. They would have a level 1 warrior class and be locked in at the recruit experience level, which gave them an even 1.0 power rating. However they did not respawn naturally. The upfront cost for the spawner was only 6 DP, but they would have to pay actual DP each and every time to respawn units. Four units could be resummoned with 1 DP, for a total of 3 DP to resummon them all. They could be respawned each time the dungeon entered rest mode, of after 5 minutes without being attacked. It would provide an immediate boost for their dungeon, but Mark was still hesitant. They would be weaker than the normal defenders on the floor. Unlike the orcs on the first floor they did not add much except for numbers. Waiting for the next spawner however would mean facing another attack on their dungeon where they could have potentially had the spawner. Mark only gave it a few more minutes of consideration. He would honestly rather start saving the DP for the third floor or something else than to use it here. Opportunities in the succession battle were definitely not equal. It was better to save resources for a better opportunity later. For example the fishery had produced the third group of frogmen the day before. In total it had given them 78 units so far. All for the initial price of 2200 MP. It was a steal. Sure the units had not really been all that helpful, but the swampland to the southeast was by all accounts fairly large, and the frogman would prove useful for transiting and exploring that environment. At the very least they would make excellent fodder attacking the lizardman dungeon in the swamp. Regardless, this spawner was just not worth the cost. Mark was sure he would want to replace the spawner in the future, which could apparently only be done before building the next floor. It was a new discovery. The orc spawner had become permanent once the second floor was built, but Mark supposed it made sense. Otherwise late in the battle all dungeons would be exchanging all of their spawners out for the assumingly far better ones that would be available by that point. If he did grab the new spawner, and the dungeon was not attacked within the next month, they would be forced to build a third floor and get stuck with the spawner. Which would result in him having to constantly shell out DP to replace the units. Delaying getting a third floor was not possible. In Mark¡¯s mind it would be better to have it as soon as possible. At this point he would rather lock in the second floor with no traps since besides the rolling pin, they had not had much effect. Thankfully, if the slot was not filled before another floor was built they would not lose the opportunity. The spawner would just be built on the current floor, and that floor could then have 2 spawners. Not grabbing this spawner should therefore not have too many demerits unless their dungeon faced a force that was only slightly strong enough to make it through both floors. In which case, at least he would not be able to regret the decision for too long since they would be dead shortly after. A flash in the corner of his vision brought Mark out of his thoughts. He already knew what it meant. The battle would soon be underway. Mark started making his way from the crafting house to the dungeon entrance. The gnome-goblin army was still a mile out advancing through the trees towards the cliff face when Mark arrived. Amelia was already set up on the couch with some snacks like she was about to watch a movie. Two red hobgoblins stood uncomfortably to the side. They had taken the spot of the yellow hobgoblins in monitoring the feed since the core room was now attached to the end of the second floor. ¡°Did you stay up all night?¡± Amelia inquired before shoving a handful of a popcorn like snack in her mouth. It was quite unsophisticated, making him once again surprised that this girl was from an elitist family. ¡°Yeah, I¡¯ll probably take a nap once the attack is over with. Second level should be good provided Nasal can snag us a good floor guardian,¡± Mark said joining her on the couch. ¡°You''re telling me. I would say it will be more than twice as deadly as the first level. Check this out,¡± Amelia said, shifting the view of the feed from the coalition army toward the wasp hive. There were a couple dozen black worker wasps clinging to the cliff face. Among them were a couple larger figures. Their status called them Cyan wasp guard. There were yellow streaks paralleling the cyan streaks across their bodies. Unlike the workers, whose wings looked to be far from sufficient to get them airborne, the guards'' wings covered their entire back. ¡°They already know the attack is coming,¡± Mark said in a questioning manner. ¡°Seems they are fairly sensitive to things. They probably already knew about our army last night. Well at least that is what Cedrick said earlier. Probably why he had them camp in deep foliage to prevent a preemptive strike. But you haven¡¯t seen anything yet,¡± Amelia said once again as she shifted the view into the air. It took her a moment. She had to zoom out, but she eventually found the giant orange wasp listlessly gliding back and forth in the air above the cliff. It looked to be just the size of a regular bug, but Mark knew it was only because it was far away. Amelia was able to zoom in and keep the wasp in frame for a short while. It was enough for Mark to size it up. The status read, Cyan Wasp drone. It was double the size of the guard wasps who were themselves noticeably bigger than the workers. It had a completely different look being orangish brown, although it still had the cyan streaks characteristic of the species. It was held aloft by two pairs of wings that moved in a blur. ¡°Crap,¡± was all that Mark was able to manage. The beast was by far the scariest creature they had come across so far, and all he could think about was there was likely a queen wasp inside the tunnels that was even scarier. It was a complete guess on his part, but Mark estimated that the workers had a power rating in the mid 1¡¯s. The guards were likely in the low or mid 2¡¯s. This drone was high 3¡¯s, or maybe into the 4¡¯s. If the queen was even stronger, then it would be the strongest creature by far they would have run into during the battle. ¡°Do you think we can even win?¡± ¡°Probably, you saw how the battle went against Winnie, and that was before we had legionnaires, mages, and an entire gnome war party. We only lost a few goblins in the attack.¡± Mark said that, but even he was a bit uncertain. There were more than a few wasps, and some could even fly. At the very least the battle would be interesting. Mark was not overly concerned about any losses. Nasal could be respawned. If the gnome warband was wiped out, the gnomes back in their village and dungeon settlement might become even more deeply intertwined with them to ensure their own survival. Of course Mark was hoping for success. The drone would be a perfect guardian. The queen might be even better, but they only had so much life essence water. The drone was already massive. It was likely, the less than 8 measures available, would only give them a reanimated corpse with only a majority of the drones power rating already, so hopefully Nasal would base the decision based on which body was more intact. Chapter 23: Day 37 Seemingly all hell broke loose when the goblin-gnome coalition army broke the treeline. Seemingly on cue several dozen more wasps started pouring out of the various tunnels as the ones that were already on the cliffside started skittering downward toward the cliff¡¯s base. Guard wasps detached from the wall and took to the air. Although they did not advance, they just hovered near the cliff face, their wings moving in a blur. More shockingly two more orangish yellow drones climbed out two of the top tunnels. ¡°Maybe we should have sent a few more troops,¡± Amelia said, her eyes as big as saucers. Mark did not respond, but he was feeling the same way. Cedrick was already yelling for them to form up. The gnomes only made up about a quarter of the army, but they took the front and center with the goblins on both flanks. The gnomes quickly formed up in ranks with each other. It was very apparent that they were very well trained. The goblins on the other hand were scrambling back and forth frantically. They had intermixed during the several mile trek through the trees, and now had to struggle to get back with their assigned units. However there was a good 500 to 600 feet from the tree line to the cliff face. The wasps had clumped up near the top of the cliff face, so they still had a ways down, and the flying wasps were seemingly holding off till their fodder could pull their enemies'' attention before striking from above. Unfortunately, they were not in their own territory, so they did not have an exact number or get their enemies power ratings. Mark estimated there to be about 60 workers. There were about 10 guard wasps, and he was fairly certain there were just the 3 drones, although there could easily be another one that had been airborne above the field somewhere. Eventually, the goblins through the cursing of their leaders had been able to get mostly back together and take up their positions alongside the gnomes. Mark had designated all of the legionnaires as lieutenants. Thirteen units was the bare minimum to form a patrol allowing for a lieutenant, so each legionnaire had 1 yellow hobgoblin sergeant and 11 green goblins under their charge. Since there were 10 patrols, five stood to each side of the gnomes. Nasal had been put in charge of the 20 mages. It was the patrol that Mark had linked them to, so if Nasal and the mages were wiped out they would lose their feed. Luckily they were in the back of the formation. Even behind the archer line that had formed behind the melee fighters. The patrols had the standard 3 green goblin archers that were put in each of their standard squads. The gnomes had five more. There were only two gnome mages in the army, although they were clearly superior to even the red hobgoblins. They likely had more experience and were level 3 mages. Cedrick along with a pair of his best gnomes had formed up with the mages to both protect the valuable mage assets, and be in position to see the whole battlefield. Whether in position or not Cedrick roared for archers to ¡°loose arrows¡± when the wasp workers were about 200 feet away. The five gnome archers shot out in perfect unison. Each arrow went about the same height and had the same flight trajectory streaking toward their target. They all struck one of the advancing worker wasps, bringing it down. It was picturesque and graceful. Mark could not keep from frowning when comparing it to the far from graceful goblin archers. More than a few fired a second or two late. Arrows sailed in all sorts of trajectories. Some sailed fairly flat. While others sailed in high arches. A handful landed short. Half the rest, traveled far enough, but missed in between the wasps. Few if any of the wasps were hit more than once, and if they were it was by pure chance. Likely due to the unconcentrated fire, not a single other worker wasp went down. The Worker wasps were moving at a slow jog, so the archers could have shot another couple volleys at the workers, but Cedrick redirected their focus hollering ¡°Aim to the air! Aim to the air!¡± The archer''s focus shifted to the guard wasps that were closing far faster. They were still farther away from the army then the workers were, but they would likely arrive just before the workers did. The last organized volley of arrows rose to meet the guard wasps along with a dozen mage bolts. Most of the mages were preparing fire balls for the approaching worker wasps, but Nasal had directed a third of them to hold off. He had then quickly directed them to fire at the guards. Fireballs streaked from the back of the army at near the same point in time. Leading to a chaotic clash as fireballs easily hit their targets on the ground, exploding in flashes. Blue bolts and black streaks sailed through the flying guards. Many hit some sailed past. It resulted in several of the guards falling from the air, although the exact number was hard to determine since the rest shifted their trajectory to slam into the army. Wasp guards smashed into the midst of the army. Several landed entirely flattening any goblins and gnomes who either jumped away or were thrown away to the ground. The majority of the guards elected to remain airborne. They smashed into the army ranks, their legs snatching for goblins and gnomes. They were soon beating their wings even more furiously to increase their altitude, many with one or two unfortunate goblins in grasp. However, Mark could hardly keep track of them since the remaining 30 or so worker wasps smashed into the coalition armies lines. Half their numbers were still going up in flames some ways away, but they seemed not to care. They were only about five feet long and several feet off the ground sitting on their thin legs, but they only had to rear up slightly to have their mandibles at the level of their small statured opponents heads or chests. Their tiny wings buzzed behind them to help them keep their front half aloft. They could not fly, but their wings were enough for that. Goblins who were caught up in the mandibles were instantly crushed. Others were knocked aside by the wasp¡¯s long black legs. At first glance it was alarming. Seemingly the goblins were getting routed, although the gnomes stood as a resolute bastion, but based on the unit counter the goblins were actually not dying in droves. They were giving way, avoiding death in their very opportunistic approach to battles, when they did not feel they had an overwhelming advantage in numbers. Worker wasps would move toward a clump of goblins to only have them dissipate in all directions. Some then came in from the sides stabbing in with their spears, or hacking with tomahawks. Within a minute all of the worker wasps found themselves like islands amidst a sea of goblins being stabbed at from all directions. Although the wasps were catching plenty of goblins themselves. The gnome lines on the other hand had held, with all worker wasps kept to the perimeter, and surprisingly it did not look like a single gnome had perished. Mark noted that, right before three perished all at once as a drone smashed into their ranks. Quick as lightning its mandibles turned one into mush. Two more were killed by the drone¡¯s front legs. One had his head knocked off. The other was speared directly through the chest. The wasp was likely a good 12 feet long. Even when resting on its legs its head would likely be a good four or five feet off the ground, which was higher than most of its enemies. Mark was prepared for it to continue to rampage, but the gnomes soon were hounding it from all sides. It had also become the favorite target of the goblin mages, who still found themselves safe for the moment. The archers however had already become embroiled in the threats near to themselves. Blue bolts streaked into the large wasp. Each hit provided another deep smoldering wound on the creature, however it was the gnome mages that finished the job. Two yellow magic lances shot out spearing the creature through its two large compound eyes with perfect precision. The drone only whipped around for a few more seconds before collapsing. Whether they learned from the first drone or the guard wasps that had landed, Mark did not know but the flying wasps were now only streaking in to directly kill or to snatch up the goblins and gnomes. The victims that were picked up were soon dropped from hundreds of feet up. They screamed as they plummeted. It was possible some could survive depending how they landed and what they landed on. The wasps were not carrying them too high up, and many of the unlucky victims were dropped into trees or the dense underbrush. However, even in the best case they would still likely have broken bones and not be a part of the fight. Apparently, the remaining two drones also decided to perform these hit and runs. One of them had chosen the largest clump of enemies to approach, which was the mages and leadership. However, the drone met a war hammer directly to its head, which deflected the creature. ¡°How did he do that!¡± Amelia exclaimed. To which, Mark just shook his head. The gnome had jumped nearly 20 feet into the air to meet the incoming wasp. However the battlefield was quickly becoming chaotic as the chaotic sea that was the goblin ranks was pushed back into the mages. The pair of gnomes accompanying Cedrick had to move to intercept incoming worker wasps. Nasal had moved to help one of the legionnaires intercept a guard, who had landed due to a damaged wing. The goblin mages bunched up, forming a kill circle. Magic bolts sailed out to meet guards or workers who came their way, usually driving them off. However a couple mages got pulled into the air by a guard wasp. Another one had been dragged out of the group by a worker wasp. The goblin mages were likely already low on manna, likely already having consumed enough eres rock to have them start to feel queasy, but they struggled on. The clump moved away from threats, until a guard slammed into their center. The mages had noticed it beforehand, a hole opening well before it smashed into the ground. However the guard had effectively fractured the group, as they all escaped in different directions lost in the sea of battle, leaving the couple who were not fast enough to escape. Cedrick was far from being able to help them. The same drone was challenging him directly. It zipped in. The two exchanged blows. Then the wasp separated back into the air lazily arcing around to come back. The gnome leader was doing exceedingly well since the drone was likely quite a bit more powerful than him. However one wrong move, would probably be it for the gnome. Stolen from its original source, this story is not meant to be on Amazon; report any sightings. The gnome mages had abandoned the goblin mages once their leader had been dragged away in his own fight. They had joined the other gnomes, and were able to keep themselves fairly safe by keeping one of the gnome fighters in between them and the threats. Occasionally, a gout of flame would leave their staffs toward an enemy. Ten minutes had passed, and in typical succession battle fashion the fight between the two armies was already wrapping up. Mark would have thought that battles would go on and on, but when one side was relentlessly attacking the other with no thought on self preservation they became fairly short. The orcs were battle junkies and had relentlessly attacked till they either killed or were killed. Neither did the constructs or undead have a sense of self preservation. It was clear to Mark that the wasps had the same notion. Easy to assume since insect species were generally not very individualistic. They would give it all to protect the hive or the queen that likely was within. The workers had all been exterminated, which only left the flying units. There were only a couple of guards left. The 40 or so remaining goblins had regrouped once they realized that individual goblins made easy targets. Wasps could snatch them up without having to worry about receiving attacks from other units close by. The clump of goblins once again formed a sort of kill circle, their eyes looking into the air. The majority of the gnomes surrounded one of the drones. One of the gnome mages had shot a lance at the wasp, but had missed its main body. Luckily, it had caught both of the wings on one side causing the drone to lose its ability to fly. They were slowly whittling it down. The other drone was still occasionally challenging Cedrick, but was also picking off other units where it could. Soon enough the gnomes were able to kill the downed drone. The remaining two guards had also fallen by this point. The final drone was practically unscathed, but it apparently judged that continuing to attack would be futile and retreated to reenter one of the tunnels. Cedrick immediately set to taking account of the gnomes. He was cursing as he ordered the gnomes to start taking care of the wounded. The goblins mostly stood by uselessly. They did not care in the slightest about their downed comrades. Each was just thankful that they had made it. They only helped the wounded, when the wounded goblins were able to haul themselves to another goblin and ask for some specific aid. Which the healthy goblin would then help while grumbling. The green goblins were pretty listless since their leadership had been all but wiped out. Goblin had not seen it, but Nasal had died again. Only one of the legionnaires had survived, but he was prioritizing recovering the clay pot of life essence that they had left away from the battle site. Of course only the hobgoblins could be trusted with such a task. Which meant the remaining two sergeants were sent off since the surviving hobgoblin mages were far too sick at this point. Honestly, Mark was kind of happy that the legionnaire was taking the initiative to secure their next floor guardian. Perhaps it was a bit cold blooded of him, but goblin¡¯s suffering was practically goblin nature. He would much rather lose more of them due to poor post battle care, than to not get his prize. Luckily, he had told the legionnaires and all the mages that it was one of the top priorities. Being the only able body left to complete the task, Mark was quite pleased with the Luentenants initiative. Cedrick on the other hand had finished gathering his people and properly cared for the wounded. The gnome leader actually looked quite pissed. Mark could only assume it was due to losing more gnomes than he had expected. It was clear the battle had been a bit more intense than Cedrick had expected. Still the gnomes had done quite well since there were still 41 of them still alive. Although a few of the number had grievous wounds that would impact them going forward. A couple had lost an entire arm or leg. Eventually the counters stopped ticking down. Only 38 goblins had survived the battle, including the one legionnaire, 8 mages, 2 sergeants, and 27 green goblins. It was far worse than the gnomes since there had been 151 before the battle started. Mark was more than happy to accept the outcome. He watched with anticipation as the two sergeants returned with the clay jug being carried with the use of two wooden poles. The hobgoblins plopped their payload down next to the Lieutenant who immediately got to work carefully spreading the life essence on the drone that the gnomes had whittled down. The first drone¡¯s body was far too damaged with half its head in ruin due to the flame spears. The second drone would not be able to fly since its wings were half gone on one side. Other than that it just had a bunch of smaller wounds that had added up to claim its life. Winnie was no different. They had speared and shot the bear full of arrows until it had died. Mark would not say he was an expert, but it was clear that the better the corpse was together the better. Unfortunately, the body seemed to still be willing to soak up life essence when they ran out. The legionnaire was carefully shaking the pot upside down to allow any remaining drops to fall out. Once completed, he jumped down to take a break. It would likely take the drone a good hour or so to be reanimated. Once post battle care was completed, Cedrick started to prepare for the actual nest assault. However, the assault would not be required. A half hour after the battle was completed, gnomes placed as sentries to watch the hive raised the alarm. The drone had emerged from near the top of the cliff. Cedrick started to organize the gnomes. He did not even attempt to get the goblins to join. They just watched from all around the battlefield. However moments after the gnomes started to prepare a second figure emerged from the biggest hole. Mark did not have to check the status of it, but he did anyway, Cyan wasp queen (corrupted). The queen was probably twice the size of the drones. Although she was black like the rest. She had the same cyan marks as the rest, but also had rotted cess splotches randomly across its carapace. She had three sets of wings to keep her massive frame aloft. It did not take an idiot to guess what had caused them, the toxic essence. The essence had also likely caused the corrupted portion of the queen¡¯s status. Perhaps the queen was in the process of evolving into something completely different. If that was not bad enough a half dozen black Cyan cutter waps emerged from behind the queen. Unlike the other wasps the cyan color seemed to be their predominant color. They had yellow and black streaks breaking up the light blue. They were likely on the stronger side compared to the similarly sized drone wasps. They must be like the queen¡¯s personal guard. Cedrick along with the coalition army were visibly alarmed, although the gnome leader did not back down. Fortunately, the queen seemed to only glare a them angrily before turning and flying in the opposite direction. The other seven wasps followed suit. Apparently, the queen had chosen to relocate to the south east rather than slug it out with the remainder of the coalition army. It was lucky for the coalition army since Mark was doubtful they would have won against the 8 wasps. The goblins were basically spent. They would not be much help, and it was doubtful the gnomes would be able to take them on alone. Mark ran his fingers through his hair. For a second there, he had felt like a kid who had received his candy to then have it immediately snatched back from him. Amelia clearly felt the same way saying, ¡°Whoa¡±, while holding her hand to her chest. Instead of having to send a raiding party to fight through the tunnels, Cedrick decided to only take an investigation team, leaving the majority of the forces outside. Of course it was far later in the day before Cedrick made the move. He decided to allow time for his forces to rest, which was fortunate for Mark since he was also extremely tired. He ended up dozing off soon after it became clear there was not going to be another fight. Amelia roused him hours later as the investigation team started to enter the tunnels. Thankfully one of the goblin mages was good enough to walk along despite not wanting to. Although the legionnaire knew enough to take along one of the linked units, so that Amelia and Mark could follow along. However, they were the only two goblins a part of the team. Cedrick had his own two mages along with a dozen other melee fighters. The team proceeded cautiously into one of the lower tunnels. Thankfully, Amelia had allowed him to sleep while they were working getting the rope ladder in place to reach a tunnel a good 50 feet from the base. All the units had been able to make the climb, although the goblin mage was still to weak and got hauled up from a rope under his armpits. Watching the process gave Mark the idea of climbing the plateaus. It was not the first time he had thought of it, but it had always seemed fairly unfeasible without access to iron spikes. Maybe they could get the gnomes help in that area. Mark was more than curious on what could be up on top of the different plateaus. At the very least they would provide excellent places to post scouts to see approaching armies. The nest was actually quite a bit simpler than Mark had been thinking. The dozens of tunnels all led to one central chamber. Cedrick only had to lead his team up a steep slope to arrive at the chamber¡¯s bottom. It was a far simpler exploration than the maze of tunnels Mark had pictured. However the relief of having the simple exploration, was soon lost when the group proceeded around a bend into another chamber. The chamber was lined with honeycomb-like compartments made from a yellowish wax. The darkened forms inside each of the compartments left no question about what was inside. Mark felt his heart drop a bit. There were hundreds of these compartments. In the center of the large chamber was a black pool. They had found the toxic essence. However Cedrick only confirmed the source before having his men break into one of the honeycombs. Out came a honey like glue along with the mostly formed figure of a guard wasp. The wasp struggled a little bit. Its limbs twitched back and forth. The wasp was mostly formed, however it clearly needed some more time to incubate. It died without any help. Unwilling to leave a threat behind, Cedrick set his men to task. He sent a runner to retrieve most of the rest of the able bodied gnomes and goblins. Soon they were all at work killing the wasp larva, while Cedrick kept tally. Mark and Amelia hardly left the couch as they watched the process that took hours. They were too stunned by what they were seeing. The final tally included 42 workers, 443 guards, and a couple dozen of a new type. The status read Cyan killer wasp and labeled them as deceased. They were not as big as the drones or cutters, but their name included the term killer. Mark guessed they did not want to see these things in action. ¡°It''s like they were breeding an army for war. If those had all hatched¡­¡± Amelia trailed off. ¡°I think that is precisely what it is. What do you think mid-succession battle surprise?¡± Mark said before adding. ¡°And if there is one, then the creators likely prepared more of these mid game surprises.¡± Amelia looked at him wide eyed. The thought that there were more threats like this laying dormant throughout the map was terrifying. ¡°Well, I guess since the queen had to relocate, the wasp threat might become a late game surprise¡­ You know since she will have to rebuild.¡± Mark nodded. ¡°Perhaps the reason the queen jumped ship with the drone and cutters was to do precisely that. Can¡¯t have baby wasps without the drone, and perhaps the cutters are not born very often. Maybe they are only born alongside a queen to be her lifelong protectors.¡± They were interrupted with a new notification. [Notice: You have discovered and cleared a unique location, Wasp nest. Due to the boon of your research building you will now have access to a unique branch under the beast tree, Creepy crawlies. However the rest of the beast tree will remain locked until unlocked naturally.] Chapter 24: Day 40 To say that he was pleased with getting another branch, would be an understatement. Mark was ecstatic and after opening up the units tab, even more so. Although there were only 3 units to be unlocked for creepy crawlies level 1, they all seemed promising. A giant cockroach with a power rating of 1.0. A Fire ant with a power rating of 1.5, and finally, there was the wolf spider with a power rating of 1.8. It promised to be a real powerhouse for level 1 since it cost 600 MP for a single unit. In Mark¡¯s mind a higher MP cost must mean it was good stuff. The fact that it was a unique branch was readily apparent. The units did not only require MP to summon. They also required toxic essence, which apparently gave them a toxic nature. It also indicated that they were likely stronger than, say, a regular insect branch that might exist on the beast tree since essence was a part of them. However, Mark¡¯s imagination really started running wild after reading the brief descriptions for the different units. The three unit types were all massive versions of the species synonymous with their names, so massive in fact that Mark could easily see them as viable cavalry options for the small statured goblins. Bugs and spiders were supposedly pretty strong for their size, so carrying a 50 to 60 pound green goblin should not be too difficult for the smaller roaches and ants. The wolf spiders should be able to carry any of the goblins. Unlocking the beast tree had always been a consideration. Mark knew that one of the branches was standard mounts since it had been an example in the encyclopedia. It was probably the interface¡¯s way of going ¡®you want cavalry? Then unlock the beast tree.¡¯. It undoubtedly included horses, and perhaps it also included other fantasy type mounts he had seen in shows or book like boars, goats, wolves, or lizards. However, Mark had been leaning toward other options. Mounts would be effective for transportation or open terrain combat, but in the end they were kind of just accessories. He wanted them, but could not picture spending the MP on opening the beast branch just to get them. Mark had always been thinking of concentrating on standard humanoid-like forces. He had planned on unlocking another humanoid branch or two, or perhaps going for either the undead or construct research trees. The more time that had passed during the battle, the more cemented these ideas had become. It was clear that a lot of power that a unit could have came from classes, equipment, and inscriptions. Which currently were all being geared for goblins and other humanoids. Beasts and the plant trees could be said to be an nonstandard route since they did not have classes. They also did not use weapons, and inscribed items would have to be specifically made for them. In the end he had thought that it would suck to give up mounted units, but the beast route would potentially split their focus too much. He definitely was not planning on doubling down and going for other beast tree branches. He could not really picture how to effectively use beast armies, and it did not really go with their specialization. Now it looked like perhaps they would get what he wanted from the beast tree without having to go that route at all, and honestly, the creepy crawlies would match better with the goblins, than goblins with normal steeds. Mark could not picture even the bigger goblins on horses, but a ugly goblin on a hideous bug would be a match made in heaven. Amelia on the other hand was less enthused about the new branch. She accepted it as a necessity for their survival, but it did not mean she wanted to come face to face with a giant roach. Mark would have to at least keep them out of the settlement proper. It should not pose too much of a problem to keep her away from then. The real problem was the logistics of getting the toxic essence back to the dungeon. There was a literal pool of the stuff in the abandoned wasp nest. Enough that Mark thought they would never have an issue with the requirements for their level 1 units at least, provided the essence pool was replenishing at a reasonable rate. Since the toxic essence had been seeping through hundreds of feet of rock from its source to seep out of the rocks, Mark had no reason to think that it was not. However the stone essence source that the gnomes had was far more limited like their own life essence source was. Containers made to preserve essence away from its source were even more limited; they required a lot of stone essence to make. Then there was the issue of actually carrying them back. Filled with the black toxic essence liquid, they proved to be extremely heavy. The expedition had filled up quite a few, carrying them back on long poles across multiple gnome or goblin shoulders, but half of that would always go to the gnomes. Then there was the fact that Mark assumed that their dungeon was under constant surveillance from other dungeons. How long could they go, before the other dungeons found out about the toxic essence source? If they had not already. Worst case they would end up fighting other dungeons for it. Best case, the other dungeons would send their own expeditions to take some of the essence for themselves. The supply might seem pretty limitless, but it did not mean that Mark wanted to share. Who knows what they would figure to do with it. No, they could not keep sending units back and forth. It would cost them 20,000 MP to build an outpost, but it was definitely the solution. Perhaps, it would actually save them MP in the long run if they did not have to expend MP to hold or retake it. He could build as many outposts as he wanted. The only limit was two resource collecting settlements at their current stage. While essence was also technically a resource the interface was not preventing him from building the outpost, so Mark assumed the limit was really on MP collection. It made sense, since it was basically the main currency, and was an effective way to limit and keep in check the capabilities and growth of the dungeons. Luckily, this morning Cedrick had agreed with his idea. It was much easier for him to build the outpost, than for them to continually send people back and forth. The gnomes would go along with the surviving goblins of the last expedition. They would fill in all of the tunnels to erase the traces of the wasp nest and then return, leaving a small contingent of goblins to guard the outpost. The idea was to make the location as inconspicuous as any other face of the many bluffs that dotted the landscape. Then the essence could just be collected when needed through the interface. A scouting team had confirmed this by taking a measure of stone essence to the Crassius outpost. When the essence was given to the outpost building, Mark had access to use it at the home dungeon. Of course he did not have any uses for it currently. He had just taken it back out, and put it in a new stone essence container. The meeting with Cedrick had gone well, but what Mark was really looking forward to was using the toxic essence that had already been brought back. It would last for months in the containers, which was fine since Mark had some things to unlock prior to being able to use it. Sure he could just convert MP to rush it, but he needed to keep plenty to build up their forces in case an enemy attacked. The surrounding dungeons seemed to be currently focused on their development right now, but he could never know for sure. It would still be another couple days till he found out whether his calvary idea would work. They already had 6 RP of 10 for domestication which would unlock the mounts feature, but then Mark would have to also unlock one of the units. Unfortunately, the unique branch did not have a base unit that came unlocked with the branch, like all the standard branches had. Although since the giant cockroach only cost 4 MP, it was not too big of a concern. However there was one glaring downside to having received a second branch. The costs of all the other branches available to them had jumped by 50%. The orc branch Mark had been eyeing the most after having seen them in action on multiple occasions had jumped from 30,000 to 45,000 MP. I was still easily attainable. A week of saving up MP except for maintenance costs would get them there, but it still frustrated him. If they had just unlocked another branch first. Then the free branch would come when things were already more expensive. Not that he would not accept it. The free branch was worth the days of MP. Fortunately, the other tree prices had not gone up since they technically had not unlocked one. However he was beginning to feel that it would not matter. Was it even worth it to unlock another full tree? Doing so would cost the same as upgrading their dungeon to level 2. It had always been readily apparent that the creators of the succession battle were making it difficult for dungeons to unlock a large variety of different units. Amelia and he had talked about it a lot. The idea was likely to have dungeons maintain a specific identity. The units were basically the face of the dungeon. It would likely not be as interesting for the viewers if all the dungeons all used a wide variety of different units. The identities of the dungeons would all become muddled together. Instead it was better for dungeons to be locked into certain unit types. Goblins would always be one of the staples of Amelia¡¯s dungeon, just like the new creepy crawlies would. Likely they would only be able to unlock a few more since the cost for unlocking new branches would only keep going up. Since unlocking settlements 1, Mark had a growing feeling caused by the influx of MP that a second outpost could provide. They were bringing in 9,130 MP a day. The 100,000 MP required to unlock dungeon level 2 was not such a distant thing as they had once believed. Every day the feeling was increasing, a sense of urgency. That at any moment the shoe would fall. Another dungeon would reach level 2, unlocking a host of new features. Mark did not know exactly what new features would be unlocked upon reaching level 2, but he did have an inkling due to having played strategy games that followed the same general flow. The ability to gain more MP, RP, and DP per a day would likely increase. New techs would grant huge advantages. A level 1 dungeon would likely find it difficult to compete for long. The feeling in his gut was that the clock was already at 11:55 and ticking toward midnight. The time for level 1 dungeons was passing. A majority of the time in the games he had played the player that brought in the more resources and researched things quicker than the others won. They did not have to reach level 2 first, but neither did they want to lag too far behind. Building a good foundation for progression was important, but they were in a race. A bicycle simply could not compete with a motorcycle. It was not only the dungeons near them that they had to worry about. There were two entrances into their dungeon located somewhere else on the map. Nick Holt, one of the richest contenders, had already found one. He would surely be working to upgrade his dungeon in hopes to start getting support from his family. Mark could only hope that feature would not start till dungeon level 3, but Nick holt was only the enemy they knew. Who knew what other dungeons were near the other entrance. The author''s content has been appropriated; report any instances of this story on Amazon. The number of adventurers that could be sent through those entrances was based on the attacking dungeon. They currently only got 10, but who could say how many more they would get. Mark felt that in the best case, they would get an additional 5. In addition to having stronger units the dungeon would not last long. Luckily they had not been attacked again before assigning the reanimated drone corpse as the second floor guardian. Mark had done so as soon as the expedition had returned late last night. As soon as the drone had reanimated, Mark had been able to glimpse its stats. The drone had a power rating of 3.3, likely some of its strength having been lost due to the condition of its body and not having enough life essence to fully do the job, just like what had happened for Winnie. However, after naming the reanimated drone, the unit¡¯s power rating had jumped up to 3.8. It was a larger jump than Winnie had gotten. Perhaps since the drone was to be the second floor guardian instead of the first. For the name, Mark had chosen Brutus. Just cause¡­ With the addition the dungeon was notably more secure. However, Mark still was saving up DP to unlock the third floor. He already had 16 of the 50 DP so it would not be too far off. Finding a third floor guardian would be added to the list of things that they would need to accomplish. In addition to unlocking the third floor, Mark made a tentative game plan to reach dungeon level 2. Unlocking level 2 would take a dedicated two weeks, but before that he would want to get at least one more branch. That by itself would take a good week. Then there would undoubtedly be other costs. Mark decided to give themselves about another month to reach level 2. It was a significantly reduced timeline than what they had previously thought. At the beginning of the game Mark had thought it would be 4 to 6 months before they leveled up, but things were going a lot quicker than he had expected. It was not the only decision that Mark had come to. The goblins were already finishing up the earthen bulwarks and other additions surrounding their dungeon entrance. The earthen walls were fully repaired. Outside the walls the landscape had been changed. Piles of earth, ditches, and crude wooden walls changed the topography. Approaching armies would hopefully be funneled along and concentrated along certain routes per his design. Pitfalls were interspersed throughout. They likely would not cause too many fatalities, but would hopefully at least stall enemy units some. Units would be more cautious after seeing them, at least provided they were living breathing beings. The constructs or undead might hardly be affected. Since the work was nearing completion, Mark could hardly allow his goblin workforce to remain idle. Progression was happening too quickly. Mark could have decided they could not just hangback and rely on the gnome builders for everything. There was also a feeling that he was maintaining a delicate balance with the gnomes. The gnomes liked building and creating things, but Mark was starting to feel that the relationship might start to go sour if he tried pushing them to projects that the gnomes would not directly see benefiting themselves. They were not his people to control as he pleased. By nature the gnomes loved the research lab and the crafting house. Their leaders could also see the benefits that it would bring them, so it was easy to get them to work on those projects. However, other projects would not necessarily go that way. It was better to keep pushing for their help on the joint type ventures and not dungeon specific tasks. For Mark and Amelia they were only in this world for the duration of the succession battle. For the gnomes, this world was their own. Mark did not know what would happen to them once the succession battle was over. Perhaps they would be left to their own devices. Perhaps they would just cease to exist. It was not something Mark could affect. However, he would make use of them as much as possible in the meantime. If they outlived the succession battle and had lives afterward, good for them. The things they did during this time would help them in the future. Mark had two projects that he would have the goblins work on. There were just too many for them all to work in one area, so it was better to have two simultaneous projects. The first was the barracks. Mark was tired of dealing with the 10% experience penalty. Building the barracks would be simple enough. It was basically a compound of buildings with adjoining courtyards for training. It would still take a couple of months for the goblins to complete. The other project was a guard tower in the center of their main fortification. It would allow ranged defenders to pour arrows and magic down onto their enemies. The packed earth in the center did not really provide any advantage to archers and mages. At most it allowed them to shoot and cast slightly over the heads of the melee fighters. The design for the guard tower was Mark¡¯s own. It was not exactly his focus. He was a mechanical engineer not a civil engineer. However, he knew enough to design something fairly simple. Luckily, the interface did not prevent other designs than what it provided for simple buildings like a watch tower. The design Mark decided to go with was a double pagoda watchtower reminiscent of Asian architecture. There would be two levels with the base of the first being about fifteen feet in the air, held up by large tree trunk sized supports around its perimeter as well as holding up its interior. The levels would each only be 10 feet tall with clay tiled roofs. Archers and mages would be able to rain down projectiles from the greater vantage. The slanted roof and waist high railings would provide defense from return fire. Mark had originally been thinking of waiting till they were able to make a watchtower of stone, and to perhaps have a few rickety ones in the meantime, but there were a couple of research projects that would help with the durability. One was the defense enchantment that had completed a couple days ago. Defensive inscriptions would help the structure get through magic and physical based attacks. The second project was another use of stone essence. It was only at 86% but Mark knew enough about it. The essence could be used to strengthen structures. It would have a greater effect on rock or mineral based materials, which was the reason that Mark had designed for the roofs to be composed of clay tiles. However it would also help to a lesser extent with the wooden support beams. Hopefully, the two methods could be used in conjunction. All in all it was a rather obvious use of the essence type. The building projects would both take a good while, but it would also keep the goblins busy. Of course Mark wanted to make sure the projects turned out well so the goblins needed adequate supervision. He would have the gnome builders check in on the jobs periodically, but he needed intelligent supervisors around the clock. Fortunately, even without Nasal he still had the red hobgoblins who were even smarter. He currently only had 10 of them outside of the dungeon. All working as researchers. Mark decided to summon 10 more red mages. They would both help supervise the project and work as inscriptionists. They only had so much manna, so it would make sense to allow them to dual hat away from the crafting house while their manna recovered. Then of course during an attack they would also be capable defenders for the settlement. They were pretty versatile, although it came at a cost. The 10 of them would cost 5,000MP which would knock their current MP down to 18,065. However it was definitely worth it. For the rest of the day the settlement was bustling with activity as goblins scurried about, grumbling, at his direction. He was not planning on being so hands-on for the duration of the projects, but it was essential that things got started off right. He was needed to make decisions such as where they would chop down trees for their lumber, which effectively expanded their clearing. He also spent a good amount of time teaching the new Reds the ins and outs of his plans. It was late in the day when Mark returned to the core room. Amelia was notably absent, likely still at the crafting house. Even when she ran out of manna she would often hang out there making arrows or other things. Mark guessed that watching movies and reading books got old after a while. The crafting house was really her only outlet and she was spending more and more time there. One to relieve her own boredom. Second to increase her already sizable lead on inscription capability. Mark had not stayed still in perfecting his abilities. Eventually through trial and error he had figured out how to perfectly modulate his manna flow to result in an average quality inscription for the arrow piercing enchantment that he had come up with. It was the same quality that Amelia could produce, but the difference was that he could easily do it over and over again. He had basically gotten the inscription down to a science. Amelia on the other hand could turn out lower quality inscriptions when her concentration lapsed or her instincts were off. Mark could not completely hold it over her since when he started another inscription he would have always had a large amount of up front work. Where he would once again have to figure out the manna modulation during the different strokes. There was a chance that it would not even work for other inscriptions entirely. Then there was also the fact that Amelia even had a couple good quality inscriptions to her name. Instances where everything had clicked and she had gotten things just right. Whereas Mark had already reached the upper limit of what detailing the manna manipulation down to a science could give. There was also the fact that his approach only perfectly worked with the standard interface issued arrows. The ones that were being crafted by the goblins inevitably had differences so his science did not exactly work on them. Amelia¡¯s approach on the other hand could make slight adjustments, so her capability easily still eclipsed his for now. Mark nodded at the two reds watching the dungeon feed before he entered the shack. Soon warm water was streaming down his body washing the dirt and other grime. It had been a fairly productive day. As he often did, Mark allowed himself to relax for a few minutes, doing his best to not hold onto any thoughts. Some mental downtime was important, and there was nothing better than relaxing while allowing the hot water to wash his cares away. He needed a break, but just as important he also needed to continually re engage things with a fresh perspective. He had only worked as an engineer for a couple of years, but he had definitely faced getting scope locked. Where intense focus actually kept someone from progress. It could easily happen as someone mentally went down trails and rabbit holes. As ideas progressed it could eventually lead to a finished project different from the original objectives as things evolved with each new passing thought. It was important to take in the big picture so as to not lose the forest while focusing on the trees so to speak. Last thing he needed to do was miss something basic while getting sidetracked. During the succession battle, it meant him constantly reevaluating their defenses and dangers. They had already gotten too close to being destroyed several times. They had gotten through by pure luck in some instances. However it was not a good idea to rely on it. However, once again Mark failed to come up with anything new. The other dungeon entrances were a definite unknown since they could never know when another dungeon would attack through them, but he had done all he could until they were able to build a third floor. The main dungeon should be fairly defended. Scout teams and occasional squad patrols should be able to catch approaching armies with enough time for him to build more units for their defense. Even if they did not, there were still enough soldiers to give an army a hard go. Then the army would now have to go through two full levels of their dungeon. It seemed to Mark that it was unlikely that another dungeon would perform a full scale attack in the near term. Just like for him, they must also be feeling a growing tension in the progression race. The remaining dungeons on the map would not topple so easily, and taking one out might not even provide enough benefits for how much it would set back their progression. The dungeons were all treading a fine line of moving forward and dungeon development after all. Mark finished drying off and exited the contender hut. Once again he felt they were secure for now. However, it was always the things that one failed to consider that ended up biting them in the end. There was something glaring that he had failed to consider. Something that he had missed, nearly blindsiding him, threatening to abruptly end it all. Chapter 25: Day 40 After leaving the shower, Mark had posted himself up on their couch as he ate through a bowl of spaghetti. Amelia had yet to return, so he did not have to bother eating in a refined manner. So he ate, fork shoveling large clumps of noodles twisted like a tornado around his fork into his mouth, all the while using the dungeon core¡¯s interface screen. He could always bring his own screen out wherever he was, but there was something to be said about watching something on a big screen farther away than something small right in front of his face. Mark was looking at a large overview of their dungeon. He was mainly focusing on the fortifications. There were two circular rings of earth near the center of the clearing along with the coal mounds, generator, and manna bellows just behind the dungeon entrance. Then there was the hundreds of feet of landscaping around them. From the top down view perspective, it was less impressive than it would be at ground level. However the top down view did allow for him to imagine the routes approaching armies would be funneled down when approaching the two earthen circles in the middle. In some parts earth was raised into steep mounds. In others there was a drop off. It was only a matter of a few feet, but enemy units would still have to be weary since there were wooden spikes jutting out from below. None of the hills or dips were unassailable, but they would delay units. Less intelligent or untrained units would then be funneled into the easier routes, just like how water flowed toward the path of least resistance. Even intelligent units would be slowed and suffer since a collection of even smart individuals acted far dumber when in large groups. Armies by their very nature restrict individual units. Since the individuals self preservation would naturally keep them close to others for mutual support. Then naturally the units to the sides and from behind a unit would restrict them. Pause in indecision or to get around an obstacle the unit behind might trample over you. When soldiers'' blood was pumping, they could get careless. Mark''s designs were based on human nature, which should be fairly transferable for most intelligent beings. He had also had to take into account what they were able to do and how quickly it could be done. In the end, he had come up with their current defense. It was still rough, but it was far better than what they had. Still outside the area of effect of the defenses were the other dungeon buildings. The crafting house, research lab, and the tent city that was the gnome¡¯s living spaces were well away from the dungeon entrance. They would respawn, so Mark had not spent too much effort to safeguard the buildings up to this point. Eventually, though he would. He could not allow any little random attack cause them to lose a day¡¯s worth of progress. However, he had not come up with the idea on how to incorporate it all together till now. The current defenses would work for now, but eventually he wanted something more akin to a fortress. In his world the medieval castles had been prevalent for a reason. While magic and flying beasts were potentially a concern they did not have to deal with. There would also be equivalent countermeasures to deal with them as well. What had been needed was a change of mindset. Instead of trying to build up the fortress around his dungeon entrance and deal with varying degrees of vulnerability during the construction, his current defenses would basically be undone in order to build the fortress. Instead Mark would just build the fortress and then use DP to move everything into its place. That would allow him to defend his dungeon as much as possible while not hampering construction. However this was a future worry, since the goblins would first have to finish the double pagoda watchtower and barracks first. He wanted it to be made of stone which meant he would need some level 2 techs first as well. It was during this brainstorming and planning when he saw it. About 20 minutes had passed since he had left the shower. He had finished eating a while ago, and daylight was clearly fading. That was when Mark saw something black break from the trees surrounding the clearing. It was only visible for a matter of seconds. It quickly reached and disappeared behind the crafting house. It caught Mark¡¯s eyes since the speed of its movement made it stand out from the normal hustle and bustle of the gnomes and goblins in the settlement. Still he perhaps would have just brushed over as an oddity. He had seen plenty of old movies with those kinds of defects, but then there was a second. This time he saw it clearly. It was definitely a unit. Intrigued, Mark decided to shift the view to investigate. The alarm only set in as soon as he caught sight of what the black streaks actually were. Behind the crafting house stood twin cloaked figures. Reptilian snouts protruded from underneath the hood. His heart lurched at the sight, and terror set in. There was no question on what these figures were and what they were here for. Amelia was in the crafting house. As soon as Mark had recognized the threats, two red dots popped up on the interface, which met his interface alarm condition. However, Mark was already halfway to the core room exit. Soon he burst through the ethereal portal and out into the cave¡¯s mouth. The legionnaires and yellow hob goblin mages were gathered around in different clumps, a couple with small campfires cooking whatever they had been able to catch for dinner. Mark however, went right past with a quick but urgent phrase. ¡°Grab your weapons, follow me.¡± But Mark did not wait or delay a step, quickly leaving them behind. Startled by the sudden and quick exchange they had not even moved by the time Mark disappeared up and over the lip of the earthen wall, snatching up one of their spears on the way. Amelia: Day 40 It had been less than a week since the piecing enchantment had been completed, yet already Amelia felt that she was getting pretty good at it. Which was pretty great since it was something that for once she was far better than her summoned champion. He thought he was pretty special with his good designs, and they were good. She had come up with several of her own designs, but they were not as good. She could not reach the same quality level that she could with his. Although it was true that he had seemingly hit a limit. Three piercing enchantment designs, yet he could not make one that surpassed the limits of his first. Perhaps it was limited by the material used. Not that he could even push his own designs to their limits like she could. Probably since he had a tendency to overthink things. It had been unnatural at first, but eventually the use of manna had become like a sixth sense. It was more than just injecting a set amount of manna as you drew. No she was also reaching out with the very same manna and reading the wood and stone of the arrows. A small knick on the arrow face or a knot in the wooden shaft might require her to make a slight adjustment. Even her lines that were slightly wavy since she did not use a straightedge like Mark did, could be accounted for by compensating on another stroke of the design. Honestly, it would be wrong to say she was not using trial and error just like he was. The difference was that she was increasing her natural capabilities learning how to cope with the difference in the materials and fluctuating her manna accordingly. On the other hand he was just maximizing his ability with the one design. He would only fall further and further behind. Amelia allowed a smirk for a moment before she hurriedly shifted back to a neutral expression. It was the worst part of the succession battle. She felt that she was under constant scrutiny. Any moment of hers could be shared with viewers. God forbid they decided to show a scene where she was smiling or laughing madly at the crafting table. How the realm saw her could easily be skewed on whatever moments they decided to show. Although Amelia was probably safe for now. She was hardly a favorite to win the battle, and would not be featured as often. Few people would pull up her individual feed. She probably was not even expected to make it past the initial stages. She knew her family certainly didn¡¯t. Perhaps they even hoped she wouldn¡¯t. They definitely did not want her to win. After all the only thing worse than some bastard from another faction taking the reins was to have their own actual bastard reach a position higher than their own. Amelia knew it was not as simple as that. After all the ruler of Arcadia did not hold all the power. They were more like the face, while the ones who wielded true power did so behind the scenes. Still being the face was also a powerful position that could easily be used to check the other entities if used correctly. In a way it could be even more powerful in the right hands. Not that Amelia felt that the right hands were her own. She only had a basic education. Enough to keep her from making a complete fool of herself the few times she was not kept tucked away. Bastard children were not uncommon in Altair society, but they were kept in their place. Wives generally did not want some kid from another woman, usually from a far less noble family, to take away from what could be her own children''s. The narrative has been illicitly obtained; should you discover it on Amazon, report the violation. So while Amelia was still a part of the Cromwell family. In another aspect she was not. It would not be out of the realm for her family to send her off to get married as a part of some family to family deal, a sort of sacrifice. In the end, she supposed the type of sacrifice had just changed. Not that she had not been given the choice. There was always a choice. Altair society guaranteed its citizens certain rights. Naturally, things were not so simple. The family could easily force her into marriage or something else by making the alternatives to what they wanted that much worse. She had not been told it directly, but it had been implied that her options were to either be the contender for the succession battle or get married off. The marriage partner would probably be on the more undesirable side, since it would basically be a punishment. Before being chosen as the contender, getting lucky in getting a good marriage partner was the best she could hope for. Then if she had kids they would be a naturalized part of whatever family she had been married into. She had always found it odd that her own kids would likely get a far different upbringing then her own. There was only one other outcome for her if she were to refuse her family''s whims. She would be forced to leave the family, which was worse. The familess or untethered as they were called in Altair lived a miserable existence. In Altair, families were everything. For the untethered it was difficult enough to feed themselves let alone scrape out a living. Even a bottom rung powerless family could take shelter under a more noble family but no one cared what happened to an untethered, which inevitably meant only horrible things would happen to them. They were after all sinners who had been pushed out of their families or unfortunates who had lost their families by some other means. At the time she had felt fairly confident when she accepted the contender position when given the option, thinking she would rather die than marry some horrible person. While she still thought that way, actually being on the edge of life and death had weakened her resolve. The Cromwell family had only recently risen to become the pillar of Altair society, so naturally had received the honors of sending a contender. Being one of the weakest factions, they had no hope of actually winning the battle, so there was no one exactly jumping to volunteer, despite the tens of thousands of auxiliary members. After all they could live quite the good life, even if they were a low ranking member of the family. So the family had fallen back on the seeming tradition of Altair society in regards to the succession battle. They would manipulate someone who had little say in the matter. Of course They had decided on one of the other bastard children in the main family, named Bron. Amelia had been in the same position as him, both illegitimate children of one of the main family members. However, he was far older than her, so they did not actually interact. He had been allowed to prepare for over a decade for the battle. At least they wanted him to make a good showing, but at the last minute had instead elected to run off with as much as he could carry. Perhaps Bron had gotten cold feet at what was deemed to be his inevitable and untimely death, or perhaps he just wanted to screw over his family the only way that he could. Maybe he just thought he could get away with it, although that was less likely. He would likely be found in a matter of weeks, although it would have been too late to still send him. Instead, they had just decided to send her. Amelia knew why. She was cute and na?ve since she had been sheltered most of her life. Even what schooling she had, had been mostly done virtually. They definitely did not expect her to win, so perhaps they thought the tragic death of a cute young girl would garner some sympathy. Other factions would not really fault them, since everyone knew that an Altair contender winning it was a one in a million shot. Although she had only gotten a few days of preparation prior to being whisked off to who knows where, she had determined to not go quietly. Within the first few minutes of the hour preparation period, Amelia knew she was in over her head. She tried her best to make good decisions, but the gravity of it all made her feel more like passing out. Amelia chose social interaction as her specialization. She knew it had been more of a longshot, but she had seen some battles before. Similar specializations had given contenders the ability to pick up techs or other benefits almost instantly from neutral factions. The other specializations might give a steady boost of constant benefits, but she had felt that she would need a significant edge if she wanted to stand a chance in this battle. Perhaps it was just a risky gamble, but it was seemingly working out. Amelia had to either go with goblins or kobolds since they were the cheapest humanoid branches, and she wanted to save MP wherever possible. She did not really know the difference between them, so had gone with the goblins. Now in hindsight it might have been better to go with the kobolds since they were more intelligent, which would have gone better with their specialization, but Mark had somehow gotten it to work. Getting a champion had definitely been her best decision. At the time, she had seen her starting MP drop down and her mind went blank on what to do next, so she had finally decided to summon him. Of course she had to grab someone from one of the lower realms since people in the Arcadian realm could refuse it. Who would willingly side with someone everyone thought was destined to lose within the first few months. Even the champion selection criteria could not guarantee a champion would choose to stay and help her. She did not know what would happen if they refused. Would it just summon someone else, or would she just be out the 10,000 MP. Then it came to the selection criteria. At first she had picked things that she knew she would need, intelligent, knowledgeable, decisive, confident and level headed. All things she knew she needed and was not able to be herself. Perhaps, there had been a couple other legitimate traits that she had picked, but her memory was a bit hazy. If it had ended there, then the interface would have chosen the best candidate that excelled in all those areas. Perhaps then she would have gotten one of the greatest minds Mark¡¯s world had to offer, but¡­ She had not stopped there. She had been under a lot of pressure, being faced with imminent death. In a moment of inspiration she had decided if she was only going to live another couple of weeks or months she might as well do so with a cute guy. Then she had then quickly added the condition that they must not be more than 10 years older than her. She was at least aware that in lower realms that humans lived shorter lives. Last thing she wanted was to spend what little time she had left with some ugly old or middle aged guy. But¡­ she also had not stopped there. A champion would undoubtedly be tied to her for life. Normally, they served as an advisor or were given some perfunctory position in their government. A couple were even married, or were already married. Amelia knew that if she did make it through the succession battle she would either marry her champion or get pressed into marrying some arrogant spoiled noble. There was even the possibility of her then husband resting complete control away from her, making her nothing more than a pretty face. No thanks, in a spark of brilliance she had decided to leave the former option open, and was not now, while imposing champion selection conditions the perfect opportunity to get everything exactly as she wanted. Of all the moments during the succession battle, it was the one that made her cringe the most. What kind of face had she been making as she added at least a dozen conditions? She had probably looked raving mad, and the viewers would definitely know the conditions she was imposing had nothing to do with the succession battle. It was quite possibly the most embarrassing moment of her life, but it had seemed so reasonable at the time. And worse she had not even been in the right state of mind. She had been like, ¡®Oooo, he should have this, and Ah! definitely that.¡¯ She could not even remember all the conditions she had set, and the ones she would make her cringe. Mark could never find out. With all that said, one would think that the champion who got summoned would be the perfect guy for her. She had quickly realized that he wasn¡¯t. Perhaps ¡®too much of a good thing¡¯ was true after all. Mark definitely was not bad option especially for her since she had always had low expectations on what her family would get for her, but he was definitely not perfection. Perhaps her many conditions had muddled the waters too much, creating too many areas her champion would have to excel in, or perhaps it was due to her irrational state where she was throwing any and every condition that came to mind. Regardless, Mark was what she got. Amelia sighed after recounting her embarrassing past. Her mind often flashed back to it when the thought that billions of people might be watching, came to her. It was clear that it was almost nighttime, since the building''s windows showed only the faintest hints of sunlight. No one else was present in the crafting house. The goblins had left long ago. They had an almost inherent laziness that always came to surface if someone was not on top of them. Even Crouse the fanatic gnome inscriber had left a while ago to join something he was even more fanatical about, drinking far into the night. She had better go. Amelia did not like to be outside when it was dark. For one the surrounding woods were ominous at night. Second, she might run into one of their many underlings. They might be on her side, but the goblins still creeped her out. She definitely did not want to run into one when it was pitch dark outside¡­ again. She had before, which had caused her to scream. Another embarrassing moment for the whole realm to potentially see. Amelia hurriedly started to gather her things into her bag, when the alarm sounded. They were under attack? It was odd there had not been any warning. Had someone entered their dungeon through one of the other entrances? She pulled up her tactical screen, and she almost passed out. The red dots were just behind the building. Zooming in, she found that one was looking through the window¡­ At her! She tried to remain casual. Mark would have heard the alarm. Was he already on his way? Screaming for help would not do anything except perhaps have them attack her sooner, but she could not keep her body from shaking. She was terrified. More than she had ever been. There were literal monsters coming for her. She could not do anything but stand there and watch the tactical screen. She watched as the kobold, looking through the window at her, ducked back behind the building. The two exchanged a few hand signs, before they both drew wicked looking daggers with a serrated spike on their backs. Then they slowly started to creep along the side of the building toward the front door. The windows were high and would be awkward to go through. Breaking the glass would for sure garner attention. She should run. She knew she should run, but her body was now trembling so badly and her body would not respond properly. It was all she could do but to keep herself from collapsing. She was already leaning heavily against the inscription table. ¡°Mark please¡­¡± she trembled. Chapter 26: Day 40 The kobolds paused once they reached the corner. The front of the building faced the rest of the settlement after all. If someone was going to see them it would be during the stretch from the corner till they made it through the front door. Amelia prayed for one of the gnomes to see them. The gnomes might be small like the goblins, but they were far stronger. If they could just stall them for long enough for help to arrive. Why hadn¡¯t Mark gotten here? She did not even hear any alarms from the camp. Which was both good and bad. Good since it would probably make the kobolds rush her. Bad since it meant that help was likely still far off. All she could hear was the gnomes'' revelry. However they also would not be able to reach her in time to provide help. She could only hope that the kobolds would continue to wait. It was still twilight, maybe they would wait for nightfall. However, her wishes were quickly dashed as they quickly bounded from the corner toward the door. The kobolds had apparently judged there was no one near enough to see them, and were moving to complete their mission. Like a switch had been pressed somewhere inside her, she suddenly had regained some control and she started to make her way back into the back corner. The kobolds glanced around for a few seconds after bursting through the door. They took a moment to take in the situation. She had put herself in the corner of the room, keeping as many of the tables, storage bins, and whatever else she could between her and them. The kobold on the right just nodded its head at the one on the left. One kobold on the left started to move around, along the side of the building. The other started to creep down the center. If there was only one she would have been able to keep moving around, but with two pincering her in there was little she could do. She watched as the two crept closer. They were not tarrying, but they also did not seem to be in a hurry. Their movements were purposeful. Why would they, even if the alarm went up it would only take them seconds to finish their grisly task. They would rather slowly move in tandem to ensure she could not escape. All the while, seemingly grinning with their toothy snouts. The kobold moving along the wall had hit the turn, and started closing the distance even faster. The one in the center shifted to be ready to receive her if she bolted. She either could wait where she was, or run and quickly get intercepted. Only other option would be to dive under the table, but it was doubtful whether she would be able to escape that way. Maybe it would buy her a few seconds. Before she could decide the door once again flew open. Both kobolds briefly glanced back to see Mark. The assassin along the wall started sprinting toward Amelia, while the other half turned to receive him while keeping her in check. Amelia was hardly able to hope since the other kobold was almost on her. Mark hardly stopped as he moved toward the kobold in the center. However his arm blurred sending a spear streaking toward the other. Not that Amelia would have known the difference, but technically spears were not really made for throwing like a javelin was, however having to only cross about 30 feet, the spear¡¯s aim was true striking the sprinting kobold in the center of the back. A second later Mark slammed the other in a tackle. The kobold had attempted to catch him with its dagger, but the swing was slightly miss timed and went wide. Instead of jabbing Mark in the side, it carved down his back bouncing as it slid against the back of Mark¡¯s ribs. The two collapsed and rolled. Both of Mark¡¯s hands quickly found and seized onto the arm that held the dagger to keep it away. Amelia was hardly going to stay still; she had already been moving when the kobold collapsed where she had been standing. She planned to run along the back wall and pass the two struggling in the middle. Then she would make for the door. Not that she wanted to leave Mark alone, but she could hardly help. However before she could turn she felt a searing pan in her back. The kobold that had taken the spear, had immediately rose up on one of its forearms, and had pulled out a miniature crossbow, having decided that it would not be able to catch back up to her, the kobold had already dropped the dagger and immediately pulled out the crossbow. Only a couple seconds had passed between the kobold getting injured, and it sending a bolt her way. Amelia, made the turn she had been intending before slamming into a table and finding herself sprawled over on one of the chairs, facing back into the room. Amelia struggled to roll back onto her feet after laying there dazed for a few seconds. Similarly the injured kobold was working to get on its feet. It was having some difficulty due to its injury, which might have clipped the kobold¡¯s spine or damaged some nerves. The spear dislodged and fell to the floor alongside the dagger and the now abandoned crossbow. The miniature crossbow was seemingly only a crude one shot weapon. Meanwhile Mark struggled with the kobold in the center. After the tumble he had found himself on top of the kobold with the kobold¡¯s other arm getting pinned under it. It should have been a fairly dominant position, but even with both arms and using his weight he had not been able to fully prevent the dagger from sticking and slowly sliding into his shoulder. Shifting the dagger¡¯s aim upward from his heart or lungs to his shoulder, and keeping it from quickly sliding all the way to the hilt was already difficult enough for Mark. Veins in his face and neck stuck out and his face was turning red due to the strain, but he was at least maintaining the stalemate. The kobold was not able to push the dagger any further. Mark was already breathing heavily from the fight and likely having sprinted all the way here. It seemed he would be content to let the stalemate persist. However, the kobold was not. Its partner was struggling to move, so it was up to it to reach their true target. The kobold clawed at Mark¡¯s side and stomach with one of its legs as it seeked to find purchase. Small gashes were cut into the soft flesh as the claws dug through his shirt and into skin. Most were little more than bad scratches, but some dug in and carved more gashes into Mark. Eventually, the clawed foot found the purchase that it sought in between them enough for the kobold to be able to fling Mark several feet away by extending its leg. Mark slammed into another desk and then into the floor. The kobold paid no more attention to him as it made it back to his feet, eyes set on her. Amelia was coughing out blood, but she was able to make it to her feet. She quickly moved to keep a desk in between the kobold and herself. For a few seconds the two of them played the game. If the kobold shifted to the right then she went to the left, but after only a few feints by them both the kobold chose a side and surged forward. Amelia went the other way, evading a wild swing, but the kobold moved in to follow. It only got a few steps before being once again tackled from behind. A bloodied and shredded Mark had dived across the desk and caught the kobold with his arms. One arm caught around the kobold¡¯s neck. The other once again grabbed for the arm with the weapon. Both collapsed to the floor, but Mark would not be dislodged from his choke hold, likely since he would likely quickly die if he lost his grip. However his other arm was not able to catch the kobold¡¯s arm. If you encounter this narrative on Amazon, note that it''s taken without the author''s consent. Report it. The kobold stabbed up and deep into Mark¡¯s side. It was a grievous wound that would likely prove fatal if not seen to immediately, however it did give Mark the opportunity to pin the weapon wielding arm behind its back preventing it from withdrawing the dagger. Amelia could tell he would not be able to hold on for long. She couldn''t help but freeze in indecision. She was really hurting herself. Every breath was a struggle and was like she was being stabbed anew, and perhaps she was. The bolt had likely pierced into one of her lungs, but she was at least on her feet. The other kobold was still struggling to move. Its control of its legs was all messed up. It was all it could do, but to somewhat put its weight on them, but only while leaning against one of the desks for support. Thankfully, it did not seem to have another one of the single shot crossbows. She could not leave him, she finally decided, but more figures burst through the door before she could take one step. It had taken them over half a minute after Mark had arrived, but some goblins had finally arrived. As if it had been what he had been waiting for, Mark¡¯s strength gave out as soon as they appeared. He slumped back to the floor, barely conscious. The kobold rested itself free, pulling the dagger from his side. The kobold attempted to lunge for Amelia, but it had taken it several seconds just to break completely free from Mark. It had only been able to get up halfway before several spears pierced through its black cloak and into its chest. Other goblins were already moving toward the other injured kobold. The assassin was only able to fend off the goblins for a few seconds. Its lack of mobility made it easy for one of the goblins to close in as it fended off two others. All at once the battle was over. Amelia collapsed on her knees by Mark¡¯s side. His wounds were grievous. Amelia had never seen someone die, but something told her Mark did not have long. Tears were already gathering at the corners of her eyes. Mark sputtered blood seeping from his mouth. After a few attempts he was able to get out one word, ¡°Poshuns.¡± Nehemiah Rourk Day: 40 This Amelia Cromwell must have some amazing luck, Nehemiah sighed. His kobolds had easily been able to infiltrate past goblin scouts and patrols. His 10% map uncovering reward from his specialization that allowed his scouts to not instantly show up on enemies tactical maps had almost allowed him to claim a second dungeon. It had been so close. The scouts that Nehemiah kept near their dungeon had seen the girl constantly moving alone back and forth between the dungeon entrance and the other building for the last week. It was almost predictable. His level 3 scout kobolds only needed to wait for the perfect opportunity, and it had come all too soon. The kobolds would not dare try and hope for success during the day, but twilight was more than acceptable. The girl likely would not stay out past dark. Now unless they were stupid, they would not be so carefree and trusting of the interface features to keep them safe. It was why he had instructed his kobolds to bide their time, and wait for the perfect chance since they would only get one shot. Both the girl and her champion got injured in the struggle. He could only hope the champion actually died before he was able to get help. When his feed had cut off the young man had definitely been on death¡¯s door. However the girl would most definitely survive. Well unless she passed out or something, and the goblins or gnomes could not do anything about her wounds. But Nehemiah knew that was a long shot. There were potions in the interface store after all. It was what it was, Nehemiah decided. It would have been nice to have, but was not necessarily essential. He could tell things in the succession battle were picking up. Both Amelia Cromwell and Mareth Ingall had secondary outposts. Their production had doubled just like his own. He was not quite sure about Gale Barbary and her dungeon well into the swamp. Scouting the swamp was more difficult, and Nehemiah sent less scouts that way. His scouts could easily miss movements made by the lizardmen dungeon. Overall, Nehemiah was doing a very good job at revealing the endless bluff map. He had nearly a third of it uncovered, with his completion percentage now rested at 32%. The map appeared to be a square. He had found the left edge and both the top and bottom edges. He had also uncovered two more clumps of dungeons and pretty much confirmed his theory, that the 35 dungeons had been split into five equal groups of seven dungeons. The creators were likely looking for one dungeon to emerge dominate from each of the groups, although things probably would not quite work out how they planned. Some might conquer their regions very quickly. Others might never do so. It also appeared that the five clumps of dungeons had been arranged in a circular manner with a near equal distance from the map''s center. It was likely that if he were to put dots in the center of all five clumps and then connect the perimeter with lines, it would form a perfect pentagon. However with only three clumps discovered, he could not confirm this yet, although it made sense. His clump of dungeons would be the northwestern point of the pentagon. To the South was an arid desert like region. All but one of the seven dungeons were still around, but that probably would not last for long. Nick Holt was in that group, and he was a top favorite for this battle. He would likely swallow the others once he started to receive full support from his family. The clump located directly to the North of the center of the map did not have a clear favorite. There were several contenders that would vie for supremacy in what looked like a far more mountainous region of the map. Nehemiah was just glad he got put in the group that he did. Gale Barbary was from a big faction, but Amelia and Mareth certainly weren¡¯t. Amelia was from one of the five small factions, and was the only contender sent from Altair. Mareth was from a medium sized faction like himself. Regardless, Nehemiah could not have asked for a better group. Gale fell all over the place from about 8 to 15 on contender favorite lists. Mareth and Amelia fell even lower on the lists. Perhaps there had been another top faction or two in their group that would have proved difficult later into the battle. If there had been, fortunately Crassius¡¯ early game rampaging had knocked them out. Regardless, his chances of coming out on top were not bad. If he could secure his region of the map, then he would perhaps stand a chance. It would be difficult to overcome the favorites, but if he could become one of the finalists he could at least make a name for himself. Nehemiah shook his head. He was not really even close to securing his own region. Gale would have been nearly impossible to dislodge with the mud wall, but she was already building a better stone wall. A half year from now she might have an impenetrable fortress. The first few weeks had been geared toward scouting out the map to unlock rewards at each percentage that he unveiled. The hope was that the rewards, especially those at the 5 and 10% marks would give him the edge he needed. The miniature one shot crossbow had been one such item, since crossbows were still unavailable in general. Although he thought he got them at the 27% mark. It made sense, besides for an assassination weapon they were not really all that useful. After that the focus had shifted to building up his dungeon while his scouts continued to uncover the map. Now his focus was on reaching level 2. Nehemiah had just unlocked his second branch. Deciding to stick with the reptilian theme and to help in transiting the swamps he had chosen lizardmen. They would provide the muscle that he had been sorely missing with the kobold branch. After all two of the best units of his kobold class had been beaten by a regular human. Sure one had been partially paralyzed by a lucky blow, but the other one had not been able to immediately put the man down. despite being stronger. The top lizardman unit would probably have snapped the champion in half. Nehemiah looked forward to unlocking it But it could wait for now. The two branches would hopefully be sufficient for now. They would have to be since Nehemiah was working toward leveling up his dungeon. Supposedly, there would be other branches offered at the different dungeon levels. If he needed more units, he would just unlock one of them. Should be better units anyways since they did not have units weaker than a 2.0 power rating. Chapter 27: Day 43 ¡°Uhhhggg,¡± Mark groaned, sitting up. ¡°You feeling better?¡± Amelia asked. She was currently standing next to her cot with one foot up tying her shoe. Mark ignored her, hastening to the bathroom. It was not the first time she had tried to engage him in the last few days. The last time he had just groaned before turning to face the other way in his cot. Two and a half days had passed since the two kobolds had infiltrated their territory. This was not Mark¡¯s first time getting up. He had woken up several times as biological needs dictated. He would go to the bathroom, drink some water and then it was back to his cot. Although yesterday he had even taken a few bites of some porridge-like dish Amelia had left out for him, before going back asleep. Overall he felt like a grape that had all its juice sucked out and been turned into a raisin. Which he guessed was not too far off. He had lost a lot of blood. The potion Amelia had given him had fixed his wounds, but it did not replace the blood. The potion provided energy, but it was his own body that had fixed itself. The process was apparently pretty taxing to restore someone back from death¡¯s door. Exiting the bathroom, he sat back on his cot. He still felt a bit sluggish, but was not so tired that he would be able to go back asleep. He started nibbling on some crackers that Amelia had left out. ¡°I guess you feel better now?¡± Amelia once again inquired. ¡°As well as you could expect, after getting beaten up by an overgrown lizard,¡± Mark mumbled. Honestly, Mark¡¯s pride was a little wounded. Like any other able bodied guy, he liked to think that he would hold up pretty good in a fight, but he had barely been able to hold the creature off. Sure it was a monster, but kobolds were likely even weaker than goblins if they were at the same power rating since their intelligence was supposedly higher. ¡°I thought you did pretty well,¡± Amelia said plopping down on her own cot across from him. Mark nodded. ¡°And how are you feeling?¡± ¡°Well it did hurt like hell,¡± she stated, flashing a fake pout face to garner sympathy. Mark¡¯s face remained passive. She sighed. ¡°I¡¯m good now. It was not as worse off as you were. A few minutes after taking the potion, I felt practically like normal. I don¡¯t even have a scar. It will make a good story someday. How many people can claim they actually got shot before,¡± she added. ¡°Oh, I did not realize you actually got hurt,¡± Mark said, looking away. He had been more so asking about her emotional or mental state. ¡°Hmmm, well I guess that makes sense. You were a little busy with the other one. Both the kobolds had these one time use crossbows. The one you hit with the spear, shot me in the back as I was trying to escape.¡± Mark grimmaced. He knew there was not much more he could have done. It had actually worked out rather well, but he still felt bad about her getting hurt. Honestly, Until the kobold had stabbed him in the gut the final time, he had not really felt the other wounds. The adrenaline pumping through his veins had dulled them out almost entirely. He was aware they had happened, but he had only felt a dull echo of pain from them. The knife in the gut had been different. It had been overwhelming. It was all he could do to hold on to the kobold as long as possible as he felt his strength waning. ¡°I¡¯m sorry, so how have things been going the last few days?¡± Mark asked, deciding to shift topics. ¡°It¡¯s fine,¡± Amelia replied curtly. ¡°It''s as if you think like you think things would burn down to the ground as soon as you take your eyes off of them.¡± Amelia¡¯s eyes narrowed. ¡°Not what I meant,¡± Mark said before adding with a smile. ¡°I mean I obviously had things running pretty smoothly. It would almost be a surprise if it all went south after only a few days.¡± ¡°Huh¡­ the two kobolds sneaking into our territory happened under your watch,¡± she ¡®hmmfffed¡¯. Mark could tell she was not in any way upset. She was being more playful. ¡°By the way, how did they do that?¡± Amelia¡¯s face scrunched up. ¡°No clue, maybe their specialization or some other feature we don¡¯t know about. Important thing is we will have to be more careful. I hope you have been taking guards with you when you go out.¡± Mark had been in and out much of the last few days, but often Amelia had not been there. ¡°I¡¯m not that dumb,¡± Amelia glared at him. ¡°I have been taking half of the entrance guard everytime I leave. I even have them periodically check the surrounding trees and bushes before I arrive somewhere and before I leave.¡± ¡°That works, better to task them then the others that actually have something to do,¡± Mark said. The entrance guard had become the cushy job that all goblins desired although its ranks were only filled with the 20 legionnaires and eventually some mages, so there really was not any turnover. ¡°But how are things in the dungeon?¡± ¡°Pretty good, the gnomes finished all the mountain climbing spikes and rope you requested.¡± ¡°That soon,¡± Mark interrupted. ¡°Yes, they finished yesterday. As I was saying¡­ I was planning to wait till you recovered before we sent that mission. However we did already establish contact with the neutral kobolds. I even made a deal.¡± ¡°Oh?¡± Mark looked at her quizzically. ¡°That¡¯s right, they came with our scouting party back to the village. I met with them personally,¡± Amelia said studying him. ¡°That so¡­¡± was all that Mark said. Amelia¡¯s eyes narrowed. ¡°That¡¯s right. The only tech we could get from them is mining. They did not have any special tech like the bullywogs had¡­¡± she paused. ¡°So what did we offer in return?¡± Mark said, deciding to play his part. ¡°Get this. They want us to hunt down a creature that has been terrorizing their mines,¡± she said smiling brightly. Mark smiled as well. The mining tech cost 15 RP, so was already a good haul, but perhaps getting a third floor guardian out of the deal would make it exceptional. He supposed the gnomes might start to grumble. Theoretically, they were supposed to get a portion of the life essence as part of their deal, but then they did not have a way to use it other than reanimating corpses yet. It was probably why they had gotten away with using all the essence the spring could produce for themselves. However, there was one project in the works that would soon change things, the vitality bomb. It had barely been over halfway three days ago. It was probably a bit closer now. They might only have another week or two of getting all the essence to themselves, before the gnomes started wanting their due. Unfortunately, the life essence was the weakest of the three essence sources they had access to. ¡°So what kind of beast is it?¡± Mark asked. ¡°Well¡­ Perhaps a bit poor timing given our recent encounter, but it is some kind of lizard monster,¡± she paused studying his face. Mark rolled his eyes. It was not like he hated or disliked all reptilian creatures now. Not like Amelia who hated or disliked well¡­ pretty much everything in this battle. There were no cutesy creatures in the battle that they could get¡­ Thank God there wasn¡¯t, or perhaps he could have been stuck with fairies or something. He nodded for her to continue. ¡°They are just calling it big white. From their description it sounds like some sort of salamander or a newt. Smooth, sticky skin. Since it''s too powerful for them, I can only guess that it''s pretty strong.¡± The narrative has been illicitly obtained; should you discover it on Amazon, report the violation. Mark nodded. A bear, a wasp, and now what sounds like an amphibian. Mark guessed all lizard-like creatures fell in the same category for the girl, or maybe they did not classify things the same way. Or perhaps she just did not know the difference. It would not be the first gap in her knowledge he had seen. Not that he would ever point it out. Smooth, sticky skin was clearly an amphibious trait. ¡°Well it will be a couple weeks before we even have enough life essence to reanimate another one,¡± Mark stated. ¡°Obviously, I thought about it. I told them we would not be able to go for another two weeks,¡± Amelia said, sticking her nose in the air in victory. Mark nodded. It had been about ten days since they had wrung the spring dry. In another two weeks there should be at least as much as they had gotten the last time. The researchers should not need anymore for a while, so they could save it all up. Even better, the timing would work out almost precisely for when they would have enough DP to buy the third floor. Almost suspiciously so. Mark wondered if the girl had actually thought about it during the negotiations. Mark pulled up his interface to the side, making it visible so Amelia could follow along if she wanted. They were sitting at 41,828 MP. It was a good amount. Enough to unlock the orc branch in another day if not tonight, but he probably should hold off. Any attacks that came at this point in the game would have hundreds of units. They really did need to keep about this amount of MP available. Not doing so, would be taking a risk. Still Mark could not say he did not feel a constant pull to buy the things he wanted as soon as he could. It was like having a button to push, but not being able to push it. Flipping over to the research tab, Mark saw that domestication had completed. A quick check showed that a bunch of basic animals had become available on the units tab. Chickens, piglets, sheep¡­ There were a bunch of options, and they were cheap too. There had been several building options available for such things. A chicken coop, a pig pen, a stable¡­ Mark had dismissed them, but he could see the benefit. There was only so much wild game in the woods for units to forage. Already most units came back empty handed. The domesticated animal buildings had cheap daily upkeep rates and the animals themselves were cheap. The animals would then grow at an accelerated rate. It was a cheap way to keep morale up for about the same cost of the cheapest of rations a day. Mark decided to add a few more goblins today to work on some of these projects. He had been meaning to restructure their forces anyways. They could run these new projects themselves. It hardly mattered how well a pig pen was built, and they might actually be excited about these projects. They might not even grumble¡­ Well, that was probably a bit much to hope for. Mark shifted to the Unit enhancement tab. There still was not much. Just the same basic classes. The only two that were not unlocked were healer and the mount class. Before they had not really needed healers early in the game. The weak goblins were hardly worth healing. Mark was doubtful that they would be able to heal the reanimated corpses, but it hardly mattered. They would regenerate if they were not killed outside the dungeon. Inside they regenerated even faster. There might be enough justification for healers now, but it was lower on his list than the mount class. The mount class had been unavailable until domestication was researched. Mark felt that it was due to the semi weak reason to need the tech if riding had not been included. Unfortunately, the mount class like healer and mage cost 5,000 MP to unlock the first level. It would also cost 100 MP to give a unit the class. The extra cost was to keep balance in the battle. Otherwise, everyone would just have 1,000 mages charge an enemy dungeon. It was not a bad idea, but the cost was too prohibitive to make it work. Mark took only a few moments to deliberate before just unlocking the class. Only techs required RP and therefore the conversion, so there really was no reason to wait. The class was soon available, and Mark saw that upgrading the class to level 2 would cost 25,000 MP. It was the same for upgrading the mage class to level 2. Strangely, the class did not actually raise the unit''s strength rating or affect any stats. However it did state that a unit would have an effective 25% increase to their effective power rating when mounted. Additionally, the mount would enjoy an effective 10% power rating with a rider since the rider was adding mutual support. Mark would have been extremely excited, if he did not see the caveat just under it. Without riding equipment both percentages would be reduced down to 10% and 5% respectively. He supposed it made sense. Bareback riding was difficult. Riders could not have as much leverage without stirrups. The 25 and 10 percent were based on top notch saddles and supporting gear, meaning the actual percentage could fall anywhere in the range based on what they were able to put together. It was frustrating, but once again Mark was kind of happy for the caveat since other dungeons would deal with it. Could they possibly design and build better saddles than Mark, with help from the gnomes, could. Perhaps it was a way for them to have a bit of an edge over other dungeons. Mark flitted through the various tabs. Content that there was nothing else, he set to reorganizing their forces. It was overdue. Just like with the expedition he would start organizing the squads into larger patrols, each with a red hobgoblin mage acting as a lieutenant. Legionnaires would be shifted to take over as the sergeants for squads with yellow hobgoblins becoming corporals. There would be some grumbling with the shifts, but it was better to do it now than later. Mark added up the units. They currently had 145 greens, 13 yellows, 1 legionnaire, and 0 mages to use for his patrols. These numbers did not include the 20 legionnaires that were serving as entrance guard, the 20 red mages, or scout teams. They all already had their obligations. Mark decided on making six 37 unit patrols. Mark paused. He should give upgrades when he could.He went back to the unit enhancement tab and unlocked warrior class level 2 for 5,000 MP. If he was going to build more legionnaires he should at least give them a little bump. Warrior level 2 would only give another 10% power rating increase on top of what was given for level 1, but it also only cost 30 MP per a unit instead of the 10 MP required for a level 1 class; still it was far more manageable than paying the 100 MP for mage and mount class level 1. It was needed. He would only be giving classes to the 17 legionnaires and 23 new yellows he was about to summon. However, Mark frowned upon seeing level 3. It would cost 25,000 MP to unlock warrior level 3. It would be a while before they could afford that expenditure. Mark finished the summoning. In total it had cost him 10,785 MP to form the 6 patrols. Each would have a red mage, 3 legionnaire warrior lieutenants, 6 warrior yellow hobgoblins, and 27 unclassed green goblins. From now on this would be their standard patrol that they could buy for 2,765 MP. It did not seem like much, but the old standard squads had only cost 405 MP. Greens were just dirt cheap, but it was good for the patrols to have a little more muscle. Mark wanted to keep going. Unlocking the cockroach unit would only take 4,000 MP. It would certainly be good to discover the intricacies of that, but Mark gave the idea up. They were already down to just over 21,000 MP. The responsible thing would be to hold off on it¡­ for now. Mark briefly swapped over to the research building. Currently only two things were completed, the piercing and defense enchantments. However, four stat enchantments were making good progress. Vitality enchantment would be the next one done. What Mark really could not wait for were the duplicate projectiles and now the energy shield enchantment that had swapped over from being undefined within the last few days. However, there was another undefined enchantment project in the works. Good things to come, he guessed. However, the previous projects under the specialized classes had been dropped when he had swapped out the researchers. However he was still quite pleased. There were two projects that were currently undefined. Even more exciting, one of them was a combination project with life essence. For the essence focus, there were only three projects not including the combination project with specialized classes. It was the focus with the most researchers, but it was also the focus that was the hardest for researchers to make progress. One was still undefined. However they knew the other two. One was called Rock skin pill. The other was called a vitality bomb. Mark did not know the specifics on what the projects would give, but he could infer to some extent based on their names. Mark finally sighed as he forced himself up to his feet it was time to go outside. Just like Amelia, Mark decided to take a contingent of the entrance guard with him, although he only took 5 legionnaires. He was not particularly thrilled about having goblins follow him around, but it was necessary. Even if he thought he could just run away from threats, who was to say he would not catch a bolt to the neck. Their dungeon was far different than the clearing it had once been. It was far larger with many trees having been cleared. With all the earth that had been moved, one could not see across it at ground level. Large mounds of dirt and other obscurations made good defenses, but definitely made infiltration easier as well. That might change once they had a guard tower with a higher vantage point, but enemy units would still be able to sneak in during the night. Well, even during the day, with how good of a job goblin sentries would do. Anyways, five legionnaires should be enough to stall while he got away from most threats. They would scout out where he was going as well as surround him with one in every direction. It was all really rather a hassle, but he could deal with it. Last thing he wanted to do was die and leave Amelia all alone. Getting assassinated would be the absolute worst. Mark had a lot to do today. He needed to make sure the double level pagoda watchtower and barrack projects were proceeding smoothly. He would allow the goblins to get started on their own, what Mark would call morale projects. He doubted a pig pen or chicken coup would take long, since they would not have oversight. If they turned out crappy it was their own fault. Mark took a breath of fresh air upon exiting the dungeon. It was certainly nice to be back on his feet. The weariness he had felt the last few days would soon become a distant memory. In another day or so the fatigue would likely be completely gone. Chapter 28: Day 45 It was day 45, when the foreboding but anticipated notification came among a host of others. [Notice: a Contender has reached dungeon level 2. New features have been unlocked.] [Notice: The monthly rankings feature has been unlocked. Starting at the end of month 2, or Day 56, contender ranks will be posted in the interface. Rankings will be based on viewer votes.] [Notice: Limited sponsorship feature has been unlocked. Viewers will now be able to sponsor contenders. Limited status: one sponsorship support per a week. Contenders can elect on which support they would like to receive and when to receive it.] Mark ran his fingers through his hair and took one long deliberate breath. The game was shifting. It was not wholly unexpected for sponsorship to begin once someone reached level 2. However it was somewhat of a surprise that even those still with level 1 dungeons could benefit, not that Amelia anticipated they, themselves, would be getting any benefits. However a brief glance through their interface did not reveal anything new besides a sponsorship page, which was just a bunch of empty slots. There was likely a host of new features, but ranking and sponsorship were the only ones they had access to until they reached level 2 themselves. Neither really did them much good. Mark did not feel they needed rankings to be able to determine a dungeon¡¯s strength. Well¡­ perhaps that was not completely true. Rankings might clue them in if a dungeon had some powerful secret aces. Also if their ranking was high enough it might dissuade others from attacking them, but what were the chances for that? More than likely it would be more of a popularity contest and since Amelai was from a small faction they would fall pretty low on the list. However as shocking as those notices were, they were not the only shocking notices to have arrived while Mark and Amelia had slept. There had been one other notification. [Notice: Contender, Amarice Klendaul, has been eliminated by another contender. Contender has been given a unique reward. Contenders remaining 25/35] One final dungeon had been snuffed out prior to the battle shifting up to the next gear. For Mark, it felt like a message, like a precursor on what would happen to dungeons that failed to progress and keep up with the pack. The late infiltration aside, Mark felt pretty confident that their dungeon would be able to hold up against a good deal. They had certainly come a long way, but it was doubtful that many if any dungeons still remained that could be regarded as a complete pushover. There had already been a culling of the weakest dungeons, or those that had failed to develop and adapt to this battle. Once dungeons started to heavily scout their surroundings, any obviously weak dungeons would have been a good opportunity to receive the special reward. For this early phase of the battle, even the best of the dungeons likely had gaps in their defenses which could be exploited. However, just like their own, other dungeons were closing up and shoring up their defenses. Mark could only hope that other dungeons still needed more time to sharpen their proverbial claws before running wild on the map. Mark dwelt on the new features for a few more minutes before shrugging the matter aside. He shifted to his tactical map. Yesterday, he had linked patrol 3 and sent them toward the suspected harpy encampment. They had made camp at the base of the plateau, and begun to build a ladder up to the peak. However it was slower going than they had thought, and they only made it up halfway before nightfall. Of course it was the green goblins that had been pressed to do the actual work. They would hammer in a couple iron spikes into the rockface. They would then weave ropes from the last spikes forming a ladder. It was slow going, and several green goblins had already plummeted to their death, or well¡­ One had survived when the fall had not been too bad, but the red hobgoblin had decided that there was nothing they could do for the wounded green and had one of Yellow hobgoblins finish the job. Luckily, Mark found the goblins already back at work when he flipped to the linked unit. Several greens were already clanking away at the next spikes while balancing one foot on the previous iron spike. Each swing would leave the green goblin wobbling precariously for a few seconds before they were able to stabilize themselves. Then would then swing the hammer again repeating the process. Surely, there was a more efficient and safer way for them to proceed. This would break probably every code in the OSHA, workplace safety book, but it would likely be extra work for them to establish a stable footing as they moved up. When weighing their safety, or more precisely the safety of their other lesser goblins, against having to do more work the goblin leaders would likely choose the less work option. Mark ran his fingers through his hair. These Goblins¡­ It would be a wonder if any of the greens in the patrol would survive the endeavor. Why had the harpies elected to build their village on the tallest bluff? On second thought, it was likely precisely why they had chosen the plateau to the north of the valley. It was a good thing green goblins were cheap, Mark thought as he flipped to the normal tactical map of their settlement. It was raining lightly. A first sign of the start of the rainy season and things were already starting to get muddy. On second thought, I will just stay in, Mark thought. He briefly wondered whether it would be raining soon on the goblins scaling up the rock cliff. Yup, it was a good thing green goblins were cheap. Mark swapped his view to three blue units separated off well into the trees. Two green goblins sat grumbling o1n a fallen log while the third unit, a giant cockroach skittered about. Mark had honestly been picturing a Mexican hissing cockroach when thinking of a giant cockroach. However what was on screen was more of a brown cricket like beast. The roach stood just over waist height on its spindly legs.
Giant Cockroach #1 (1/100) (conscript) Power lvl: 1.0 Morale: ---
Strength 10 Attack: 2 Defense: 2
Endurance 12 Abilities/Skills
Agility 13
Vitality 14
Intelligence 1
Wisdom 1
It was smaller than Mark had hoped. After some tests yesterday, it became clear that the cockroaches could indeed carry the green goblins fairly effectively, although they would look a bit like the grown man in little cars that Mark had seen in parades as a child. They were definitely a bit awkward looking. However, Mark was convinced that the roach calvary would be an effective addition to their forces. The cockroaches were fast even while carrying one of the green goblins. They also could take flight for very brief periods of time. Like a grasshopper fluttering its wings to escape an area, the cockroaches jumped and their wings would beat furiously to keep them airborne and propel them forward. Changing direction and the height they could reach was limited, perhaps about 10 feet, but they could glide for a couple hundred feet before they slammed back into the earth. Their mandibles proved to be their only natural weapon. The cockroaches would use their legs to secure an enemy before tearing into its enemies. If Mark was ranking their lethality compared to earth animals, he would put them equivalent to a mountain lion or a jaguar. Like them, the cockroaches were quick. They could likely tear off an arm or leg in seconds. However unless they hit a critical point like the neck, they likely could not kill an enemy with one blow like a lion or tiger could. Mark watched for a minute as the cockroach used its mandibles to pull moss off of a tree truck before swallowing it down its gullet. It was probably the best part of the beast. It seemed to be ready to eat anything, so Mark would never have to worry about food expenses for a creature that would surely eat a lot. However a swarm of the creatures might pick everything clean if left in an area. The biggest issue was that the larger goblins proved to be too awkward for the cockroach to carry. The other goblin types had a good foot or more in height over the three and a half foot tall green goblins. In addition to another 20 or 30 pounds, the weight and size proved to be stifling toward the cockroaches movements. Only being able to use the green goblins would not have been an issue if it was not for the cost. It was hardly worthwhile to pay a 100 MP to give a green goblin a class when they only cost 25 MP to begin with. The class would not bring enough benefits to outweigh the cost. It would be better to use the MP elsewhere, so the roach calvary he had envisioned would just have to have goblins that were unclassed. It was not like they had researched domestication for nothing, without it the interface would prevent the riding entirely. In total the cockroach and an unclassed green goblin rider would only cost 175 MP. It was not too much, for units that could be so mobile. Even without classes the green goblins were needed for their intelligence, and would be needed to effectively guide the cockroaches as directed. The green goblins were not prime examples of intelligence. Mark could not believe he needed them precisely for that reason, but they were at least smarter than the cockroaches who had an intelligence of 1. Without them, it might be difficult to have them act as an army and not just some roving, difficult to control beasts. There was only one challenge that remained. The green goblins were finding it difficult to ride the cockroach. They would often fall off as their mount lurched forward all of a sudden. To prevent falling they would have to cling to the mounts, making them little more than an accessory and not much help in combat. It was clear they needed some sort of a saddle, for the green goblins to be secured to the beasts. It would keep them from falling off, and help them to fight better from on top of the insects. It would not have to be much. For these low end units a simple seat with straps around the insect¡¯s torso. Based on what he had seen he did not think they needed some method to control the beasts, like the bridle for horsemen. The cockroaches were dungeon beasts and would act as such despite their limited intellectual capacity. The impromptu saddle had already been designed. It had not taken Mark long. He just had to make sure the saddle would not inhibit the creature''s movement. The straps would secure over the body, but under the wings. The goblins would be able to curl their bare feet under the knotted straps to use like stirrups. It should be enough to keep the goblins from falling, and give them the stability to fight from on top. Even now, dozens were in the work inside of the crafting house. The goblins had plenty of hide to utilize for the projects. They had been tanning the hides of animals they hunted for several weeks now. They were not necessarily tanned very well. They stunk and many showed signs of decay, however they should still hold up for months or even years despite their poor condition. There was not really much for him to do the rest of the day, so he lounged around for most of the morning. However, he did join Amelia when she left for the crafting house. It had actually been quite a while since Mark had worked on any inscriptions. The day before, Mark had been a little too engaged with the idea of the roach calvary. There were now two more inscriptions that Mark had yet to touch. The defense inscription had been available for a while now, but there was also a vitality enchantment that had finished recently. Amelia, gravitated toward the new enchantment. The defense enchantment had proven difficult for the girl. For one the enchantment was more of a book than a pamphlet. The booklet had nearly four times the amount of pages of that of the vitality or piercing enchantment. Second, it was clearly a couple steps up in difficulty. Love what you''re reading? Discover and support the author on the platform they originally published on. The defense enchantment had over a thousand mini symbols that could be used. There were a couple example inscriptions, but they were fairly basic. Some symbols were not even usable with their current capabilities. Mark supposed they needed to progress on their dungeon tech research before a good 20 percent became usable. It took an hour for Mark to get through a precursorary read. The possibilities for this enchantment were practically limitless. Mark could see himself making dozens of designs over the course of the battle. For now, he would start with something that could have immediate application. The legionaries were the only units that came with a form of defensive equipment for their standard loadout. It was just a hard leather vest that covered their torso, but it should still be enchantable. Once again, there were alot of options. Mark could make it specific, such as make them more resistant to fire, or he could make it as general as possible. Mark went for the latter option. His inscription would work to raise a unit''s defensive rating, which would aid in protecting from all forms of physical damage. Interestingly enough there would be a defensive increase over the unit¡¯s entire body, although the parts actually covered by the armor would receive the most benefit. The design took Mark the better part of the day. It was like a domino sequence, where a misplaced symbol could weaken or undermine his entire design. Mark turned out a dozen designs that he quickly deemed were subpar, each time he put one off to the side he tried out a different avenue. It took making the many different flawed designs before Mark finally came up with the winner. Mark had tried to incorporate four different features. First, the desired effect, the design would increase the unit¡¯s physical defense. Second, the inscription would draw power from the unit¡¯s manna to run. Third, the manna would be used to boost either the defense or self-repair the inscribed leather vest. Finally, the inscription would basically dissolve into the vest changing its DNA or very nature. An attack would not be able to destroy the inscription making the vest become an ordinary vest once again. Mark spent most of his time on the third challenge. For defense, the inscription would need to provide a big surge of power to increase defense when an attack was inbound, but it also needed to have smaller channels for the self-repair feature. The vest would only pull a faint amount to self repair over time, so as not to fatigue the unit during battle. It was more of an after battle function to return the gear to prime condition. Eventually, Mark gave up on the fourth feature. Things were just becoming too complicated for his first endeavor. Instead the inscription could be put on the inside of the back of the unit¡¯s vest. It should provide ample protection for the inscription from area type attacks like a fireball. In theory the legionnaire should not get stabbed in the back either since they would hopefully be bravely fighting... Well anyways, if they were getting attacked from behind things were likely already pretty bad and they would die soon enough anyways. The final design was pretty intricate, several orders of magnitude greater than the piecing designs he had finalized. Mark immediately set in the actual inscribing process. Using a straight edge for straight lines and arching others using a protractor. In its entirety it took Mark nearly 45 minutes to first draw out the design and then to use the inscribing pen tracing over the lines. The result was passable. The vest was average quality, since Mark had bought an extra from the store as a replacement for the standard loadout for the legionnaire. However the inscription quality was the very lowest, poor quality. Mark only shrugged. At least it had not exploded or something. The vest would provide more than plus one to a unit¡¯s defense, which meant the actual improvement fell between one and two. It was quite a notable increase. For one, the leather vest by itself only provided a fractional increase to a unit''s defense.Second the highest defense for a unit that Mark had seen was Winnies, who had a five, so raising the defense by a whole point was not inconsequential. Even better this was the benefit from a heavily flawed poor quality inscription. Mark had messed up quite a bit. The self-repair function likely would not even work since he had bungled it completely. As always when Mark came out with a new design, Mark found two others waiting patiently behind him. Amelia and Crouse hung back in his periphery. ¡°Oh, go ahead,¡± Mark remarked before giving a quick explanation through the characteristics of his new design. A few minutes later both were back at their own workstations. Hours later, they had a small pile of the leather vests. Only one vest had been completely wasted, burning up right from under Mark. The other two had gotten quite good at inscribing. They rarely if ever buggled an inscription, so completely that it would destabilize in front of them. For Amelia it only happened if she was attempting one of her new half baked designs or something completely messed up her concentration. Still there was definitely room for them to grow with this current enchantment. It was just so much more complicated than any they had attempted before. The best Amelia or Crouse had been able to achieve was a below average quality inscription. It was enough of an improvement to bump the boost up to plus two to a unit''s defense, but none of them felt that the design could not be improved further. They just needed more practice. The boost was already pretty good since it would double a legionnaires defense attribute. Mark could only wonder how far it would go if the inscription quality or material was even better.. Mark and Amelia had bottomed out their manna quite a few times, before they were forced to leave. The goblins had reached the summit. Soon the red hobgoblin and legionnaires would climb the ladder and onto the top of the plateau. Soon the two were headed back amidst their legionnaire contingent. It was raining pretty hard now and both were hurriedly soaked, so upon arriving, Amelia announced that she would take a quick shower. Mark just waited for her to leave for the shower room before stripping off his wet clothes and drying himself off before putting on a set of flannel pajamas. It was late afternoon, so they probably would not go back out for the day. These clothes would at least help him to warm up. Amelia did not miss much. The goblins had barely all climbed to the top before she emerged. The harpy village was easily identifiable. On top of the plateau there was only grass and some scrub brush. A couple dozen mud igloos in the center were a telling sign that there was in fact a settlement here. The goblins'' approach had not been unnoticed. Several lines of about 40 figures awaited them on the outskirts of the village.The harpies were not half women like Mark might have expected. They were more humanoid birds. Their long wings filled with hard feathers were currently wrapped around their bodies concealing much of their shape. Their faces seemed to be covered in softer down feathers compared to the rough feathers on their wings and their backs. They were all shades of brown. dark brown for the hard feathers and more of a tan for the softer tuft down feathers. The exceptions were their golden beak and yellow birdlike legs, which was a rough hide. The goblins approached carefully, eyeing the group as they approached. ¡°We have come to start negotiations between our people and yours,¡± red hobgoblin # 23 said tentatively. The harpies stood there for a moment in silence for a few moments, before their ranks opened up a pathway leading to the largest mud igloo in the center of the village. ¡°Very well, the Matriarch will see you then,¡± One said, stepping into the pathway to lead the way. It was a hard feminine voice. The goblins started to amble forward. ¡°No, just you,¡± the harpy stated sharply. Red hobgoblin #23 motioned for the others to standby as he followed the speaker. The other goblins shrugged before sitting down unceremoniously. The climb up the plateau had been strenuous on them. They entered through a small opening into the single room building. There was not much inside. A host of wicker baskets lined the walls, holding various goods, mostly food. At the far end was a pile of straw. The Matriarch sat upon a throne, which was really a bunch of hides roughly knitted together and thrown over a pile of straw. In all honesty, Mark thought it looked more like a bean bag than a chair. The harpy Matriarch sat upon her chair and peered down at the two as they entered. Perhaps the harpy was going for some sort of regal look, but it was more like a farm animal holding court in a barn than a king presiding over his court in a kingdom. The Matriarch was slightly bigger than the rest, but was otherwise indiscernible. Her wings however were unfurled revealing her full body unlike the rest who had been covering theirs with their wings. However only the title and the voice would actually reveal the creatures as female. Otherwise her body was just skinny. The frontside, covered entirely by the lighter hue down feathers. She looked at the other harpy expectantly. The other harpy sighed. ¡°Introducing, our Matriarch and ruler of the air, beacon of the pinnacle, aspiration to all lesser beings.¡± With that, the other harpy stepped to the side once again sighing. The Matriarch''s eyes brightened with the introduction. Her eyes studied the goblin for a moment before shifting uninterestedly back to the feathers on one of her wings. The harpies did not have separate arms, but had bird-like, four pronged claws as the edge of their wings. ¡°What brings a bunch of goblins to the pinnacle,¡± the Matriarch asked without giving the goblin another glance. ¡°I was sent here as an envoy of boss Amelia. We have a settlement down in the valley. The boss hopes to establish a mutually beneficial rela¡­¡± ¡°Haa¡­ A relationship with you,¡± the Matriarch laughed. It only lasted for a second before, her voice quickly shifted back to the same uninterested and dismissive tone. ¡°Yes, we have noticed your settlement, and watched with curiosity as you made your ladder up to us. Was quite entertaining, but still of what need would the masters of air have of the landlocked?¡± ¡°Uhh well, exchanging information, and uhhh other things,¡± red hobgoblin # 23 scratched his head. ¡°I expect you would like that,¡± the Matriarch replied curtly. ¡°A lot of you go around, faces so close to the ground, barely know what''s coming up in front of you. Only thing that has kept our flock from wiping out the lot of you, landlocked, is that you do not prove to be very delicious.¡± ¡°Uhhh¡­¡± red hobgoblin # 23 was at a loss of what to say in response. ¡°Still I suppose with the gnomes help you did manage to take out a constant annoyance to our flock, so I suppose there can be some sort of deal between us. It was pretty daring of the wasps to settle in so close to us. They were quite the nuisance. Still it would have been a real hassle to have to take care of things ourselves. Suppose it would be nice to have contact with some landlocked to take care of such annoyances. ¡± After that the two began actual negotiations. The harpies did not have any techs that they needed. They also did not have much to trade. They were not interested in enchantments or the other research possibilities. Paraphrasing the Matriarch, they were already living the good life, what need did they have of such trifles. They all seemed rather pretentious, and clearly looked down on other sentient beings Mark was a bit dismayed that they really only be useful for scouting, so much for having them help in battle. The matriarch stuck her beak up in the air laughing. ¡°We would not get involved in the petty quabbles of the landlocked.¡± Mark had thought it would be relatively easy to get them to help with no risk to themselves, having them drop large rocks from high up in the air, but it was apparently beneath them. All red hobgoblin # 23 was able to get them to agree to report on what they saw as they flew over the land. It was still worth the effort since the harpies could in an hour cover a distance equal to several days'' travel for their forces, and they had sharp eyes. If they informed their dungeon on things that they saw it would be almost impossible for an army to approach undetected. All they would have to provide in return was some pigs from the new pigpen or some of the other animals. Domesticated animals were a bit tastier compared to their wild counterparts. The Matriarch already knew about their new dungeon additions despite them just having existed for about a day. The goblins had thrown something together rather quickly to get pigs and other animals as soon as possible. Red hobgoblin # 23 was a bit reluctant to start giving up some of their new piglets so soon, but eventually he acquiesced, needing to form the deal for the sake of the dungeon. Each time a harpy arrived with news, they would expect tribute equal to the information provided. The exact exchange would seem to be based on the harpy involved. Perhaps, if their dungeon could show its generosity, they could commission specific missions of the harpies. ¡°These negotiations seem to be rather simple. Both the gnomes and bullywogs were not too difficult once things got started,¡± Mark noted after the exchange was done. ¡°Duh, viewers don¡¯t want to watch boring political back and forth,¡± Amelia remarked. ¡°And besides, it is our specialization after all. I bet other dungeons would find it very difficult, if it is even possible at all for them. We might be the only dungeon able to form these mutual agreements with the neutral factions in the battle. Not such a bad specialization after all,¡± Amelia said smirking. ¡°Yeah, yeah, I thought it would take longer. I suppose we could have had time to go back to the crafting house afterall,¡± Mark remarked. ¡°Yeah right, I¡¯m not going back out there,¡± Amelia stated, resting control of the dungeon¡¯s interface screen. ¡°Let''s watch a movie instead.¡± Mark sighed. ¡°I was hoping to make more progress. You know, we might even make some items for ourselves. Keep us safe, in case we ever get attacked again.¡± ¡°I¡¯m not going to wear one of those vests,¡± Amelia exclaimed. ¡°Why not? It would not be that uncomfortable,¡± Mark said incredulously. ¡°Maybe for you. It is entirely too tacky. Not to mention it would be a bit¡­ You know constricting for me¡­,¡± Amelia exclaimed. Mark glanced at her for a moment, ¡°Comon, I don¡¯t think it will be too bad¡­¡± Amelia kicked him in the shin. ¡°We are going to watch another ROMCOM,¡± Amelia stated with a resolute glare, causing Mark to deflate. Of all the movies, her realm had available surely there were better ones then the ones she constantly subjected him to. Unfortunately, he did not have any access to them himself. The brat was entirely to tempermental sometimes. Pardon him for worrying about her safety. Chapter 29: Day 47 The new relationship between their dungeon and the harpies was almost immediately taken advantage of by the harpies. The very next day, day 46 of the succession battle, harpies began dropping in with tidbits of information with expectations of a juicy morsel from the goblin¡¯s new meat supply. The domesticated animals proved to be more desired by the harpies than the matriarch had let on. Harpies were reporting all sorts of things. As long as it proved even a bit useful, Mark saw that the harpies at least came away with an egg or even a chicken, much to the goblin¡¯s dismay. The goblin¡¯s morale would likely drop a bit because of it, but they were currently at an all time high with the prospect of fresh meat in camp. Mark could sacrifice a bit of goblin happiness to encourage the inflow of information. He could always restock the coop with more chickens. However, the goblins furiously worked to protect their lambs and piglets. They were far more limited and had to grow from newborns unlike the full adult chickens Mark could summon at will. Still it seemed that the harpies were more of a nuisance than helpful. That was until the last arrival the night before had come. Mark immediately allowed the harpy to choose a piglet, since the information it brought was slightly alarming. There were more than a half dozen gnoll encampments scattered to the north and west of their dungeon and the harpies pinnacle. Apparently, starting on day 45, the call had gone out for them to assemble. On day 46, over a thousand gnolls had gathered a couple days from their dungeon. It had all appearances of a war band. It was alarming, but Mark had held out hope that the gnolls would move towards Mareth¡¯s construct dungeon immediately to the west of them. Unsurprisingly, his hopes were quickly dashed today as the harpy returned eager to secure itself a second piglet. The army was moving southeast. There were still chances the army was just choosing a slightly longer more favorable route and would come back east after getting past some of the many bluffs, but Mark would not hold his breath for it. ¡°What do you think our chances are?¡± Amelia asked, putting a fist sized wooden plaque down. The two were sitting in the crafting house. ¡°If the ones coming were at the level of the gnolls we faced in the first week of this battle, we would be more than fine. However, as we talked about yesterday. It is suspicious that the gnolls started gathering the literal day after somebody leveled up their dungeon. Perhaps like the wasps this is one of those timebombs the creators set up. If so, I would not be very surprised if this force is far more impressive than the gnoll settlement we took on,¡± Mark stated glumly. ¡°Perhaps, the wasps were a bomb set to explode when someone hit level 3,¡± Amelia said with a hopeful expression. ¡°Yeah, Perhaps¡­¡± Mark said, giving her a reassuring smile. He was far less optimistic. Crassius had been able to get one of his units up nearly to a 4 power rating in only the second week of the succession battle. The gnolls had over a thousand units in their army, which could mean the gnolls would have a general level unit and up to 3 colonels. Provided that they had military tactics tech, that would mean the units would have a 100 to 75 percent boost to their power ratings respective to the ranks. Not to mention the number of captains and so on. The harpy had not given much detail other than general numbers of the gnoll army, but Mark was positive the army would not consist of a thousand 1.0 to 2.0 power rating gnolls. Their dungeon could easily deal with the threat if that was all there was to it. No, dungeon level 2 promised to open units of 2.0 power rating and above. With experience and rank percentage increase, it was possible they could be dealing with units all the way up to 5.0 power rating if there were rank boosts. Hopefully, he was wrong, but Mark would prepare for the worst possibility. ¡°At least we have enough MP, to max out our unit capacity,¡± Amelia offered. It was true they were sitting at just over 55,000 MP. This attack would once again delay them from unlocking another branch using their MP reserves as Mark had been planning, but their MP was more than enough to prepare for the attack. ¡°You''re right, I think we will definitely have enough MP to bolster our defenses and weather this attack. The real concern would be if we are attacked by one of the other dungeons immediately after. I think Mareth and Nehemiah are definitely keeping close tabs on us, and we know Mareth is not against hitting us when we¡¯re down like she did last time after Crassius¡¯ second attack. What is really going to kill us, is having to expend so much MP when others don¡¯t have to. We are going to fall further behind.¡± ¡°It''s almost like we are being targeted,¡± Amelia sighed. ¡°I wonder if any of the dungeons have suffered so much¡­ So what¡¯s our plan? It seems we will have a couple days before they get here.¡± ¡°I¡¯ll come up with something and tell you later. We need you to churn out as many of these necklaces, piercing arrows, and leather vests as you can. I think they will make a real difference. Take some Eres rock if you have too,¡± Mark said, giving her a smug smile and excusing himself. ¡°Eres rock!¡± Amelia squealed in protest. Mark felt for her. The Eres rock salt licks were gross. It was basically like having a nasty tasting gum dissolve in your mouth. What was worse is that, they would be forced to experience it for several minutes based on their manna reserves. As far as Mark knew the girl had only tried it once, and had promptly spit it out. ¡°The tragedy of being good at something. Just take it as me recognizing your talent,¡± Mark said, moving his shin out of range of her foot. Amelia shot him a glare that deepened even further when she realized he was already out of range. ¡°Whatever, but I¡¯m not taking Eres rock,¡± she said, picking the inscribing pen back up and turning away from him. Seconds later her pen flashed as she started on a new small wooden plate. It was their newest inscription, Mark had come up with the day before. It was Mark¡¯s first vitality inscription. With lack of any other standard equipment for him to inscribe, Mark decided to make simple necklaces that could be worn around a unit''s neck. All it would require was twine, that Goblins were able to easily forage, routed through a drilled hole in a wooden plate. The inscription itself could be done rather quickly. Making the twine cord and the wooden plates were the biggest hold up in the process, but they had dozens of goblins in work foraging and crafting. The necklace would effectively increase a unit''s vitality by 30% with a good quality inscription. It was the highest quality seemingly possible for the inscription, but unlike his other designs it was quite easy to achieve. Even Mark had been able to hit good quality occasionally after a few hours of trial and error that morning. The design was just that simple. The necklace was not perfect. It could easily be lost during a heated battle, as unit¡¯s moved and it bounced around. Still it would perhaps be a game changer increasing vitality by over 3 points for both the hobgoblins and legionnaires. Wounds would not be as deep or bleed as much. At the individual level it might not seem like much, but it would make a big difference overall. In combination with the defensive vest enchantments. Units would be able to survive through more and keep fighting. Of course it was hardly worth giving either enchantment to the green goblins since they only had a vitality of 3 and a defense of 0. Pushing them up to four in vitality and a 2 in defense was probably not worth the effort. Time would be better served adding another piercing arrow to their reserves and outfitting the higher quality troops. Mark was more than excited for more and more enchantments to become available. Several of the other attributes were nearing the end stages. If Mark could boost all his units'' attributes by 3 points, it would be effectively like raising their power rating substantially. The only limiting factor was the equipment usage restrictions. Unfortunately, it seemed he could not just make a dozen different types of necklaces for the units to wear. They could only have one necklace. Similarly they could have only one other item for other slots. Another restriction was that he could not use the same enchantment more than once for a unit. He could not make a bunch of defensive inscribed items to fill the unit¡¯s various equipment slots and have them cumulatively raise up his unit¡¯s defense to unreachable heights. There was a provision for sets. Mark could make a bunch of items that belong to a single set, and the set would give a larger overall boost, but shocker, the interface did not allow that as of yet. Mark had not unlocked the required tech. Whatever, besides for inscribing more items himself, there was not much more he could do to increase their dungeon¡¯s survivability through enchantments in the short run. Only other units that had no enchantments geared towards them were the roaches, and they would require more complicated means. The interface prevented them from using one of their necklaces on them. They would need their own equipment, and so far Mark had not been able to come up with something the interface would allow except for the saddle, and likely poor quality hides being made into saddles was not worth inscribing. Upon exiting the crafting house, Mark glanced at the octagon shaped research lab pagoda under construction. It was practically complete. By the end of the day it would be finished. It would be a welcome addition. Their dungeon would start getting 3 RP a day instead of 2. The third RP would give them just enough to close out unlocking the fire ant unit. Of course the greatest advantage would be getting another 10 researchers who would be diligently working to give them new advantages and boons. For its focus, Mark would choose pharmacology. It was time they started making use of their special herbology tech they had gotten from the bullywogs. The focus would be fairly broad. Anything from poisons to potions or pills could become a project. Any project in the focus should be very helpful. It was not like they could afford to buy and hand out the interface store potions like Crassius had done. For one, they could not field elites that it would be worth it to pay a premium to protect. It was better just to buy more units. Well.. maybe if they ever got the brute orcs as planned, unfortunately things kept popping up before he could unlock the branch Mark shifted his attention. He needed to come up with his game plan for their defenses. For starters, he elected that 25 red hobgoblins would enter the builder¡¯s hut as non combatants during the battle. Since they had enough MP, he did not feel it was worth risking the loss or delay to progress that their loss might entail. Of course that would mean him building another 5 reds to act as researchers in the new research pagoda that would be finished later today. Then he would add another 5 reds to the entrance guard. Mark ran the numbers finally deciding to have 15 standard patrols, which would mean he would need to spend 24,885 to buy the additional 9. That would leave them 16 more till they hit the cap for reds. Mark decided that would be adequate to add to the 12 yellow mages that were still in the camp. In addition to the archers, there should be plenty of range support. Mark grimmaced, just those additions would cost them nearly 80% of their 55,000 MP that they were currently at, and unless he pulled back some of the hundred odd frogman from the swamps they would only have just under 600 units to fight outside the dungeon. Reading on this site? This novel is published elsewhere. Support the author by seeking out the original. With a defensive advantage and the higher caliber of units they were fielding, perhaps it would be enough. Mark thought about it for a few minutes. No, they could not risk it. He would need to narrow the margin a bit more. He would not build any more patrols, but some reserve units to fill the gaps. However, he did not have to decide everything now. In fact he would not even buy units this far in advance. They would have at least a couple days for him to adjust his game plan. Perhaps, he would have a better idea when they could put eyes on the approaching army with the help of a linked scout squad. Mark only briefly considered whether to include any beasts in the attack. He eventually decided against it. The beasts or Calvary could not take advantage of their defenses effectively. No, it would be better to have more units manning the walls. Not to mention using the beast units at this point would unveil them to the other dungeon scouts that would undoubtedly watch the upcoming battle. Mark had done what he could to keep it a secret. So far they had only summoned one unit, and it had been kept tucked away deep in the woods. A hidden ace like that could come in handy on an attack. Mark pushed around a bunch of ideas, but in the end he was left frustrated by how much the MP expenditure would be to hold off the attack. Just to match the approaching army man for man they would likely have to expend more MP than they currently had. Sure they had another two days for their MP to go up, but they would still be losing a good week of MP production to repel the attack. The MP they would receive for defeating enemies in their territory would only regain them perhaps a day''s worth. It would not only set back their plans, but it would also put them in a vulnerable position with the surrounding dungeons. It really did seem like they were facing more unnecessary hardships compared to the other contenders. How could they continue to compete? Day 48: Mareth Ingall Mareth watched as the lumbering figures broke through the outer wall. The attack had been sudden. One of her scouts motionlessly sitting amongst the foliage had only identified the figures minutes before they would reach her territory. It was seemingly an impossible task since each of the trolls was a good 12 feet tall. Surely, one of her outer rings of scouts should have picked them out before they got that close. It was as if they had popped out of a hole in the ground almost right on top of her. Mareth had scrambled for the few minutes that she had to bolster defenses. She had nearly 700 units already, but with only a few minutes to prepare it was best to be safe since she did not have visuals. When only 15 red blimps had popped on her tactical screen, she felt the extra preparation had been unnecessary. That is until she saw the hulking figures, each carrying a tree trunk sized club. Almost a perfect nemesis against her constructs or well anything really. All but one of the trolls had a power rating of 4.2. The leader was all the way up to a 4.5. Still Mareth had not been overly concerned, until after the first barrage of acid balls from her creepers. The trolls were left with nasty skin wounds, but not a single one went down. Worse when Mareth zoomed in to see the extent of the wounds she had found that there was seemingly something inherent to the trolls combatting the corrosives from eating through their flesh. They were indeed her nemesis. The 700 units she had felt were sufficient only moments before, now felt to be far from enough. The breach in her walls had been completed in only a matter of minutes. Now hundreds of her units surrounded and jabbed at the hulking figures. Wounds were accumulating, but the trolls continued seemingly unperturbed. They swung their clubs back and forth. Her units, the buildings, were all being quickly turned into debris. Only a few minutes had passed, but her units had yet to bring down one of the trolls, although it was true a handful of them seemed to be on their last legs. It took only another 20 minutes for the trolls to reduce the rest of her settlement to rubble and kill her units. They were just too overpowered at this stage in the battle. Mareth watched a pair of the remaining trolls enter her dungeon. They would be the first enemies to ever enter. While it was true that the two were heavily damaged, Mareth was not quite confident that the 25 defenders could hold out. Why had she not built a second floor? She had the MP. In fact she was currently sitting with over 100,000 MP. Likely could have built several more floors, but she had held off a lot of other expenditures in favor of ranking up her dungeon to level 2. She had decided to wait a few more days to build up her MP reserves, before taking the step. Now she might never get the opportunity, if her 25 defenders could not hold out. Day 49: Gale Barbery ¡°Blasted frogs! I swear after we get through this, I¡¯m going to wipe the bulllywog village off the map,¡± Gale promised. ¡°If there even is anymore,¡± she added. This time it looked like they had pulled out all the stops. Hundreds of green and aqua figures continuously popped out of the water and over the stones, forming the foundation of her new wall. They were seemingly popping out from nowhere, having traveled all the way through her territory submerged. Interestingly enough the frogman did not appear on her tactical map either, so she actually had no clue on how many there actually were. However, there were over 500 of them and there were no signs of them stopping. The army was in her territory before she could take any additional measures, but the attack was not a complete surprise. Gale¡¯s lizardman were almost as at home in the land as the frogmen were. They had noticed something. Perhaps they had seen some swirls in the water, or what little wildlife there was had quieted down. Regardless, they had raised the alarm of approaching enemies in time for her lizardmen to set aside the stones they were toting to the outer stone wall and to start prepping their defense. Still, Gale would not have been overly concerned. The frogmen were not a real threat to her lizardmen, but the frogmen had brought something new this time. Already several 15 foot long crocodile monstrosities had climbed up and over her stone wall and back into the mud. Each one had a power rating of 3.6, and looked to be quite dangerous. Perhaps the frogmen had some beast tamers. Regardless, Gale was not too worried. The lizardmen fought from behind the old mud wall. The new stone wall was far too patchy to provide any measure of defense. Only a few sections even jutted out of the water. Most of the wall was either right at the water line or just below. It would take several more months for it to even be the size of the mud wall. It would be far wider and enclosed more than double the area. ¡°Dear, perhaps we should go inside the dungeon,¡± her husband''s voice came from down below. ¡°Not now, Tom!... I much prefer to see the battle from here,¡± Gale said. There was just something about being there in person. Almost like she was a part of it. She had lived nearly a century, but had never felt so alive. Seeing two opposing forces clash was far more interesting than the political bickering she was accustomed to. Here she did not have to worry about getting stabbed in the back or other agendas. No, here she had complete control. The succession battle was far from over, but she already felt like the Queen of the realm. Day 49 The news kept coming in over the last few days. The construct dungeon had been hit by a small war band of giants the day before. The dungeon was still there, but everything had been almost entirely destroyed on the surface. Mark supposed, Mareth had almost faced her own extinction moment. Then earlier today, the bullywogs had attacked the lizardman dungeon. Although Gale¡¯s forces had fared far better. There had even been word that her forces had already set out in the direction of the bullywog village. The village likely would not exist by tomorrow. It was not a real loss for Mark and Amelia. There had been a couple more interactions with the bullywogs, but they just did not really have anything that could be useful. Their village was a hovel and they seemingly had no motivation for improving their lifestyle. Maybe if Mark could have convinced them to join forces, but from what he saw of their own frogmen they were not the best fighters. Perhaps the system had not been as generous as he had previously thought when giving them the fishery. They got their fifth batch of tadpoles and pollywogs. Mark decided to keep these ones here for the fight instead of sending them into the swamp along with all the others. So far they really had not proved all that useful, so these 26 level 2 warriors could fight for them today. It should be somewhat of a boost to their defense, if only marginally. The news was welcome. Other than the kobold dungeon, the others would not seem to be in a place to take advantage and attack them after they finished with the gnolls. Luckily, the kobold dungeon was the furthest from them, and it seemed they would perhaps make their move on Mareth. She was having a bad few days. Although Mark could not be completely comfortable with the news. After all, the kobold army could just as easily shift toward their own dungeon since Mareth¡¯s dungeon was somewhat in between the two. However, it was not only good news that reached them. According to one of the harpies, a good sized band of orcs had joined up with the gnolls. Mark did not have to guess where they had come from. Likely, they were the remnants from Crassius¡¯ second attack, who had fled after their dungeon had fallen. Even from the grave he was proving to be a real pain in the ass. It was what it was. Mark¡¯s preparations had run into a snag while preparing for this attack. They were hitting their capacity with units left and right. First with the green goblins, Mark did not have enough to build the 15 patrols he had planned. To mitigate the issue, Mark finally unlocked the horned goblins. He had been putting that off for a while since there really had not been much use for them. Mark had never really seen the need for the horned goblins until this point. After all, if he needed fodder there were the green goblins. If they needed anything else there were the hobgoblin varieties and the legionnaires. The horned goblins 0.6 power rating had just not been very enticing. However, they needed them now. It only took 1,000 MP to unlock them. Now nearly half their fodder was made of the little horned brutes. They were just slightly bigger than their green brethren, and not any smarter. Their added stats were all to their physical attributes.
Horned Goblin (1/166) Warrior lvl 2 (conscript) Power lvl: 0.6 Morale: 50 (content)
Strength 6 Attack: 1 Defense: 1
Endurance 8 Abilities/Skills
Agility 9
Vitality 6
Intelligence 3
Wisdom 2
Mark also had recalled most of their forces guarding their outpost. Since Mark had elected to not use their new insect units in this battle he needed the numbers. It was not really much of a risk. A builder hut at the outpost would ensure the shade''s safety if it was attacked. After the battle, he could determine how many units to send there afterwards to make it secure. In total their forces consisted of 15 patrols, the 25 entrance guard, 33 mages, and 26 frogmen. Eight of the patrols were filled with green goblins. The other seven had horned goblins, and one of the patrols even had yellow hobgoblins instead of the legionnaires since they were capped at 83 units. The 10 squads and 20 legionnaires that had returned from the outpost would be kept as reserves to bolster weak points. In total they had 759 units that would fight outside of the dungeon. Mark scanned his forces with his personal interface. Amelia was looking around with the big dungeon one. The earthen fortifications were pretty crowded. That was despite three of the patrols being stationed outside the walls. Mark would need to expand them in the future. They had been made when several hundred units was an overwhelming force. Although they had been expanded slightly after the construct battle, they would need to be widened further soon. Although some of the problem would be solved by the massive two story tower that was being constructed. It would potentially hold several hundred goblin archers and mages, but it unfortunately would not be of any benefit today. Chapter 30: Day 49 Mark watched as the last of the enemy army entered their territory. In total they numbered 1,244, with 1,177 gnolls and 67 orcs. There appeared to be four types of gnoll units: whelps, gnoll regulars, witch doctors, and jackals. There was nearly an equivalent amount of whelps and gnoll regulars at 565 and 535 respectively. These were the two unit types that they had seen in the camp they had attacked near the end of the first week of the succession battle. Their power ratings ranged from just below 1.0 all the way up to about 1.4. Thankfully there were far fewer witch doctors and jackals, with only 30 and 47 respectively. The witch doctors looked to be mages with a power rating in the mid 1¡¯s. They were the only ones not carrying the standard stone spears and knives. The jackals looked to be the peak unit of the gnoll branch. The spots covering the hides of the rest were near non-existent, the black spots barely peeking through the coarse dark brown hide. Their power rating ranged all the way from the mid 1¡¯s to the mid 2¡¯s. The large disparity was likely due to ranks and experience. However there was one jackal that was easily identifiable as the leader. The dark brown of the others had faded to a dull gray color, seemingly a sign of age. However, the gnoll was not old and decrepit with age. Instead he boasted a 3.8 power rating. Unfortunately, there was one other powerful unit in the military. One of Crassius'' old brute orcs rocked a 3.6. The two of them could likely weave a trail of destruction all on their own. All together it was a formidable army. Mark was not at all sure he should not have spent the rest of their MP to buy whatever they could have to bolster their forces. They were currently sitting over 35,000 after all. The opposing force had both quantity and quality on their side. Still Mark felt good about their prospect. They had the defensive advantage and the enchanted items. Hopefully, they were as effective as Mark thought they would be. The army took its sweet time setting up for their assault. If Mark did not know better he would have thought the army was hesitant to do battle. After all, they had only camped a couple of hours away last night, yet they had not reached the dungeon till nearly 1700. However, Mark knew that both the orcs and gnolls were highly aggressive and loved to fight. In that respect the two species were two peas in a pod. One look at any of their faces and you could tell. They were itching to be let off their leash and attack. However, their commanders were able to keep them reigned in. The leaders regrouped their army at the tree line. They seemed to be forming into two different waves. Mark was less than surprised to see each and every whelp brought to the front of the army. The first wave would be composed almost exclusively of the weakest of the units to soften the defenses. The second wave would bring the rest. The orc warband on the other hand set up to the side. They would seemingly charge in from the side. They might make up less than 10% of the opposing force, but they were the most frustrating part of this attack. He had no way of knowing how it came about that the two forces joined, but Mark suspected succession battle creator tampering. They wanted to give Crassius¡¯ early game rampage one last final hoorah!. One high pitch ¡®yelp¡¯ came from the gnoll leader¡¯s throat. A tide of gnoll whelps surged forward, 500 voices answering with their own ¡®yelps¡¯. The battle had begun. Over 600 hundred gnolls surged forward. They reached the edge of Mark''s landscaping and were soon broken in half by a large mound of earth. A few whelps elected to scamper up the sides or over the top of the soft earth mound, but the going was far slower and they quickly fell behind. The soft earth mound successfully disrupted and divided the army. Mark¡¯s landscaping projects were very compact with only about five to six hundred feet of distance lying between the edges and the earthen walls of their main fortification, and the last couple hundred feet was wide open ground. The gnoll army quickly ran into more obstacles that further broke them up. Some found themselves on a narrow road with a few feet drop off on either side lined with spikes. Few had fallen, and even those that had been able to dodge the spikes, but it served its purpose. It kept them coming forwards and tightly packed. Then all at once a good half of the gnolls were funneled back together. They turbulently slammed together into a mixing ground several hundred feet in front of the earthen wall, perfectly in range for a high volley of goblin arrows. Most of the other gnolls got funneled to the sides on slightly longer routes. Overall Mark was quite pleased. The army would not slam into their wall at full speed as one solid mass. Instead they got spread out and their forward momentum was disrupted. A handful of gnolls had even fallen victim to the pitfall traps scattered throughout. They were not really concealed very well, but what could the gnolls do when an army pushed them from behind. The second volley of arrows met the gnolls a hundred feet before they reached the wall. A third volley would be able to hit the later half of the main group and some of the smaller groups that were coming in from the side. Magic bolts and a couple fireballs surged toward the gnolls moments before they made it to the walls. Dozens had perished, all before the enemy army could retaliate in the slightest. That would change soon, as the whelps threw themselves at the wall. They did not have ladders or other equipment, so were having to climb up from the muddy wooden spike studded ditch. Which after a week of rain had effectively become a moat, surrounding the wall. It left them quite vulnerable to the awaiting goblin spears. They would have to pay steeply to gain purchase to gain any sort of foothold. However, Mark could hardly celebrate. The second wave of the enemy army was already approaching. The first wave¡¯s purpose was pretty much to keep the goblins preoccupied and soften the defenses, while the stronger units approached unchallenged. The second wave had surged forward only about a minute after the first had left, although they approached far more slowly and deliberately. Their commander was somehow able to keep the almost frantic battle enthused gnolls from charging recklessly forward. The three patrols and the 26 frogmen that Mark had left out of the main fortifications were in a pitched battle. Mark had stationed them on a mound to the sides of the dungeon entrance. A good 80 whelps had been funneled straight into them. Mark had mainly done so to lessen the overcrowding, but they would also be able to challenge forces assaulting the dungeon entrance directly. The whelps did not stand a chance. The three red mages hurled fireballs into the center scattering them, and throngs of arrows swept their ranks. The skirmish ended when the frogman used their high jump ability to leap into their midst, smashing units to the ground. From there it would just take another minute to mop up the rest. If they had time. The second wave was approaching, and enemies outside of the walls made enticing targets. Soon hundreds of gnolls were headed their way. The frogman and three patrols would not last long against the new force. The earthen wall had easily stalled the first wave, with the enemy army taking heavy casualties. The defenders on the other hand had hardly lost a unit, not counting those fighting outside the walls. The moat was already filled with the dead and dying. Then there were the gnolls still alive stepping on and over them to climb the wall. Nearly two hundred of the whelps were already out of the fight and it had only been a couple of minutes. The second wave only received two full volleys from the goblin archers during their approach. Many in the second wave had poorly made self-constructed shields that they raised to receive the arrows. Few if any of the arrows should have made it through, but arrows were punching through the poorly made shields and gnoll bodies. The green goblin archers had been ordered to shift to the piercing arrows for the second wave, and they were proving to be highly effective, as entire lines of gnolls were dropped. The second wave almost immediately faced another wave of destruction as several dozen fireballs streaked out slamming into the front line creating a wall of fire, obliterating the units underneath. In the span of a few seconds they had culled well over a hundred enemy combatants. Up to this point the battle was looking very one sided, but things were already poised for change. A good 50 gnoll archers posted out from the wall and were pouring arrows inside of the fort. It did not matter where they landed, most would be able to find a goblin due to the cramped quarters. Moments later, the gnoll witch doctors sent magic bolts in a concentrated wave directly into a section of the wall. More than a dozen different goblin heads rocked back with blood spurting into the air. A whole section of goblins had been thinned almost instantaneously. That part of the wall was immediately targeted by a squad of jackals that had been lying in wait for the opening. They charged in to establish the foothold. They leapt down into the ditch lily padding off their fallen brethren pushing them further down into the mud and scrambled up the walls in seconds. They were over the wall just in time to meet goblins incoming to reinforce the area. The two forces were pulled into a brutal melee. A loud ¡®bark¡¯ resonated from the leader. His outstretched arm indicated that section of the wall. Soon dozens of gnoll regulars were moving in to the squad of jackals aid. The jackals and their reinforcements took heavy casualties as they sought to establish the foothold. New gnoll units popping up from behind the wall became prime targets for the goblin archers and mages. Most of the gnolls that popped up over the lip never made it in to join the battle, and the gnolls inside the fort were actually decreasing. If nothing had changed the breach would have been closed in a couple of minutes. But a minute later a second foothold was established with the aid of the mages and another squad of jackals. The pressure lessened on the first foothold, allowing them to just hold on. However, it was not until the third foothold was established by the orc warband, that the invaders really started making headway within the fort. The three areas all began to slowly grow. Within 10 minutes of the battle beginning, the three footholds were firmly established and had become the focal points of the entire attack, as all the remaining enemies outside of the walls climbed over their dying and dead to enter on the three established routes. The goblins were fighting hard, but they were unable to push the invaders out. The footholds gradually started to grow, as enemy reinforcement overtook the amount of units being steadily dropped. Still the enemy''s progress was slow. All of the archers had at least six piercing arrows, and the mages still had manna to expend. It was the dungeon entrance that was in dire straits. Fifteen minutes into the battle the entrance was already buckling under the pressure. The frogmen and the 3 patrols had fallen within minutes of the second wave reinforcements. Even the scant few that had retreated back had been rundown, leaving two hundred uncontested gnolls to assault the smaller fortification. Mark had stationed two reserve squads and 5 legionnaires as reserves inside the entrance, but they were falling fast. There were only five red mages and zero archers to provide support for the fighters. The legionnaires could match the gnoll regulars in strength, but they were severely outnumbered. Only the limited space for enemies to approach allowed them to hold on. With a couple witch doctors and jackals thrown into the mix they were getting overwhelmed. A case of theft: this story is not rightfully on Amazon; if you spot it, report the violation. At the twenty minute mark into the battle the entrance fell completely, and over a hundred gnolls poured into the dungeon. It was not too concerning for Mark, after all the gnolls would have to get through two floors to get to the core. Unless they were further reinforced by the remaining forces they would not stand a chance. In fact Mark was a bit happy that they had chosen to enter instead of joining the attack on the main fortification. For one, a fourth foothold would threaten to disrupt the balance the goblins were fighting to maintain. Second, they did still need a spawner for their second floor. It took 15 minutes for the gnolls to reach the other side of the first floor. Traps had slowed them down and claimed more than just a few. All the while the battle raged outside. At 35 minutes, it was their longest battle to date, but it was also true that the armies were three and four times larger than any of the previous attacks. Both sides were extremely bloodied, but it was evident that the enemy army was going to come out on top, wiping out the goblins to the man. The fight had broken off momentarily as the goblins reset at the far side of the fort. The orcs had let them go, regrouping themselves. There were about 50 left in both groups. However it was far more lopsided than the numbers would indicate. The mages had run out of manna a long time ago. They had either died or fallen unconscious, and almost all of the legionnaires had fallen by this point. Whereas more than half of the opposing force consisted of their very best. The pause only lasted half a minute, before the gnolls and orcs surged forward ready to put things to an end. Eight arrows whizzed out from behind the goblin ranks. Each of them either sunk deeply into an enemy or passed right on through. A couple even stuck into a second enemy. Likely they were some of the last of the piercing arrows left, but it was the last trick the goblins had to play. The forces slammed together and the goblins were thoroughly exterminated. Only 32 units were left of the opposing army. They were definitely bloodied and weary, but it did not stop them from immediately proceeding toward the dungeon. Something innate to the dungeon seemed to call them forward despite assaulting the dungeon in their current state perhaps not being their best move. Unfortunately, the caliber of the remnants was quite high. Both the gnoll and orc leaders remained. Then there were 13 jackals and 2 more brute orcs. One of the brute orcs was heavily disfigured with old burn scars from the last time they had attacked the dungeon. ¡°We¡¯re actually going to cut this quite close,¡± Mark said. He was now a bit regretful that he had not spent just a little more of their MP. Keeping the insect units secret what he had been thinking. It was a bit too close for comfort. The gnoll army streamed into the amphitheater about the same time as the battle on the outside concluded. Five goblin archers poured arrows from the back as the gnolls surged up the incline. Seconds later the hobgoblin shieldmen dashed to the side, revealing the studded rolling pin to those ascending. Those in the forefront could not do much as the pin dropped. The medal studs clinked as it rolled. It easily claimed 15 or so from the front ranks. The rest quickly scrambled out of the way. For the first time, their spawner had spawned a brute orc. He led the charge of the right side wildly hacking through the gnolls with his hatchets. Three regulars and two imps supported its flanks. The other four imps manned the cranks to rewind the rolling pin. The hobgoblins formed a sort of shield wall on the left side. They would focus on occupying and holding their side. Except for the one, living enemies were exactly what Stein wanted. He would lunge out and grab an enemy before dragging them back behind the goblin shield wall that would reform behind him. It was actually working fairly smoothly. As soon as he sapped the life from one he would move to another. Stein was run through on each attempt, but he was difficult to kill and his already fast recovery only increased when he sapped the life from his victims. Mark kept Winnie back till after the 3 witch doctors expended their attacks on the orcs. Several rounds of magic bolts took their toll on the orcs. Only one of the regulars and two of the imps still stood. They backed up as they tried to hold against a tide of gnolls. Luckily the witch doctors had expended most of their remaining manna to bring down the brute orc and several of the others. It was a bit sad to see their long awaited brute orc be slain so quickly. He had maybe been in the fight for half a minute, but since the orcs had drained the mages they had served their purpose. They might still have a magic bolt or two, but they clearly would not be able to cast fireballs. It was the only thing that would easily stop Winnie. The gleeful ¡®yelps¡¯ of the gnolls became more guttural cries of warning as a several ton bear beared down on them. The gnolls were scattered. The half that split to the left, soon found themselves facing the second drop of the rolling pin. Winnie kept on the heels of the ones on the right. The 4 imps manning the crank soon moved to join the fight. The gnolls had pinned the rolling pin in at the bottom with several spears making it impossible to withdraw. The hobgoblin shield wall had been fractured by this point. All that was left was a melee with a steady stream of five arrows raining into their midst. The hobgoblins would not last for long. The fight was pretty much over before the second band of combatants reached the amphitheater. The jackal that had led the first group had been the only one able to hold off Winnie for long. He had scored a few good hits, but mainly dodged around for a couple minutes before he was finally cut down. The reinforcements arrived to find Winnie surrounded and heavily wounded. For the last five minutes they had only poked and prodded at the bear, who seldom was able to catch a gnoll before they scrambled away. ¡°Do you think they will continue on?¡± Amelia asked. Mark only nodded in response. The creators probably wrote it into the neutral faction code to go all out in wiping out dungeons. This force, which still retained their two powerhouse leaders, would not retreat. Mark did not even know if it was possible. Could attackers or adventurers choose to leave a dungeon after entering? Regardless, their second floor should be fine. Bruce the drone wasp was more formidable than Winnie, and the other 24 defenders were more than twice as dangerous as the hobgoblins were. The 18 legionnaires should have a power rating of about 1.45 due to being level 2 warriors, although the system rounded it up to 1.5. Then there were 6 red mages for support instead of the goblin archers. Only thing the floor lacked was a spawner, and what do you know they would have a new option to get one soon. The gray haired jackal was able to make quick work of Winnie with the help of the orc leader. It was slightly reminiscent of when two of Crassius¡¯ orcs had been able to manage to fight Winnie to a stalemate. Their increased mobility allowed them to dismantle the corpse bear, as one dashed in and cut at the bear while the other dodged out avoiding Winnie¡¯s counter strike. However, it was Stein who had the last laugh. The reanimated goblin had gone unnoticed among a pile of bodies. He had been able to rise up and latch onto one of the jackals while their attention was drawn to the fight. He was cut to ribbons soon after but he had claimed one more powerful enemy. The last units the gnolls had to chase down were the hobgoblin archers whose quivers were empty. Mark had honestly forgotten about them and failed to maneuver them into combat when they might have a chance to do some good. The five hobgoblins did a final charge with knives before being promptly cut down, and 34 gnolls and 3 brute orcs continued onto the next floor. Ten minutes later they made it to the last room. Mark had not spent any DP to stock this floor with traps yet. No, it was all being saved to buy a third floor, which seemed far more beneficial. Other than the rolling pin, the traps had not really proven to be terribly effective. Unfortunately, the rolling pin was a one and done trap. The dungeon would not let him build a second, even on another floor. Mark guessed the creators did not want contenders to spam use the real effective stuff. He could not even make another of the amphitheater type of rooms. Despite having designed it himself. The second floor final room was simple. Attackers would find themselves looking up to a raised floor 40 feet above upon exiting a hallway. Two sets of stairs with one cut back led to the top at exactly the same location. The stairs were symmetrical with their entrances next to each other and their cutbacks in opposite directions. The stairs were separated from the wall held up by arch supports, making it easy for the 6 mages to hit them from any point. Three mages manned the two castle-like towers that sat on opposing sides of the room. The gnolls only studied the defenses for a moment before they charged forward. The attack did not prove to test the second floor''s defenses very well. Mark had instructed Bruce to take down either the silver jackal or the orc brute leader if the opportunity presented itself. The drone had chosen the gnoll leader. The jackal had lingered behind as all of the other units started climbing the steps. The drone wasp sailed right over the stairs and the other enemies. its wings buzzed as the drone glided down crashing into the leader. The wings were heavily damaged, so Bruce could not fly but it could somewhat manage a glide. The enemy units continued on, leaving Bruce had the jackal to fight a one on one duel. The two were nearly equal power rating wise, but Bruce had size and was an undead. It would be difficult for the jackal to fight the monstrosity with stone weapons, still the fight went back and forth for a while for a minute. The jackal ducked and dodged in ramping two stone long knives deep into wasp, before pulling out, but Bruce¡¯s reactions were far faster than Winnie¡¯s had been. Once Bruce bore the jackal to the ground it was over. Bruce¡¯s abdomen swung down piercing the jackal through in the blink of an eye. Whatever venomous concoction got injected into the jackal leader almost immediately took effect. The leader seemed to have difficulty moving. A second sting ended the fight. Meanwhile the battle raged at the top of the stairs. The legionnaires held off the forces with their shields as the mages picked off enemies from behind. The legionnaires were not overly outmatched and they had the high ground. The brute orc leader was able to force a hole briefly before taking three magic bolts in the back. The stairs near the top led away from the mage towers, so the orc leader never saw the attacks coming. At least one hit something vital, causing the orc leader to slump forward. It was a reminder that even a powerful unit could be brought down by a unit far weaker than itself. If the orc warrior had seen the attack, he could have at least moved his body enough to prevent the fatal wound. If he had any semblance of armor he likely would have been able to continue to shrug off the wound completely, but instead he fell seemingly effortlessly. The rest struggled with difficulty to gain ground, but more mage bolts and fireballs consumed their ranks. Mark almost laughed when the orc with severe burn scars got incinerated by a fireball. It had survived the last time it attacked after using a potion, only to return and fall to the same attack. Once the drone wasp finished the gnoll leader the fight was truly over. Bruce quickly skittered across the ground crawling under the arches holding up the stairs. He began to use his legs like sickles scooping enemies from the steps. A 30 feet fall might not be deadly, but it likely would lead to broken bones. The drone kept going till there were no attackers left on the steps, before skittering down the wall to finish the wounded. ¡°Creepy,¡± Amelia remarked. ¡°Bruce is far more terrifying than Winnie is. Another couple floors like this and I can¡¯t imagine the type of force it would take to bring us down.¡± ¡°For now maybe so¡­¡± Mark said, watching as Bruce finished things up. ¡°But a year from now who can say. The gnoll leader would have fared far better if he had a steel sword or even a magical sword. Possibly he could have even won, if he had the right equipment. With the stone weapons our enemies have been using, they have to do several times the hacking. You could say it is making them a lot less effective for their power rating, whereas beasts like Winnie and Bruce are already fighting at their true power rating. The enemies will only improve going forward.¡± ¡°Can you just let me have my moment,¡± Amelia said, elbowing him in the side. ¡°You don¡¯t have to constantly analyze everything. Would a geez Amelia, I think we have a real shot at it, be too much to ask for?¡± Chapter 31: Day 50 ¡°Bahhh,¡± Mark said once again, throwing his hands up. Then he broke into another tirade against the succession battle¡¯s creators and the damn frogmen. Amelia just sat there quietly. If she had known the notification would come the moment she had sat down she would have waited a bit. Now she was stuck sitting one cushion away, as Mark seemingly talked into the air as he likely furiously scrolled through his interface screens. It would be awkward to leave now, after just having sat down. Amelia sighed, and he had been so happy the night before. Not only had they won the battle, but they had gotten a new spawner, and he had been all about the ¡®statistically improbable,¡¯ choice they had been given. Out of the hundreds of units that had entered their dungeon last night only three had been orcs, so it was a bit odd that the spawner would focus on them. The spawner would spawn three level 2 warrior brute orcs at veteran experience level and would resummon them every time a new enemy entered the floor. Amelia had not been as excited about it as Mark had been. Brute orcs were strong but only getting three of them did not seem like much of an upgrade. According to the encyclopedia, spawners should be getting better with the more floors they unlock. It was not until Mark explained that the brute orcs would all have power ratings of 2.5 that Amelia got it. Units from their first floor spawner randomly got level 1 or 2 scout or warrior class. The brute orc that had fought for them last night only had a level 1 scout class. Which was the worst it could have had. They only got a 10% chance to get a brute orc, so not even getting a power rating boost due to getting the scout class was a bit of a slap in the face. However, this spawner would always put out level 2 warriors and with the veteran experience level they would get an additional 20% for a 40% in total boost to their base power rating. Then there was the respawning condition. Three powerful brute orcs would be respawned every time enemies entered the floor. It meant that once they got more floors adventurers would constantly have to fight the three brute orcs on their way through floor 2, and right now adventurers were what Mark was most afraid of since they could bypass their main dungeon¡¯s defenses and strike at any time. Paying the 10 DP to get the spawner would delay them unlocking floor number 3, but it was worth it. According to Mark¡¯s calculations the jackals only had a base power rating of 1.6, so the brute orcs 1.8 was the best unit they could have had the spawner focus on. That and Mark seemingly had a fascination with the ferocity of the orcs. It had been his game plan for a while to unlock the orc branch next. Amelia knew that if Mark had things his way he would have gone the undead or construct routes when starting the battle, and even during the first few weeks of the battle Mark had been hoping to unlock them at some point. Eventually though, he had realized that unlocking another tree would just be too much MP and would delay their progress too much. He then had settled on the idea of getting the orc branch. Now it seemed unlikely given the new notice. [Notice: Pollywog # 7 has discovered a unique location, Garden sanctuary. Due to the boon of your research building you will now have access to the flower branch under the plant tree. However, the rest of the plant tree will remain locked until unlocked naturally.] Apparently, one of their unlinked frogmen units had likely stumbled upon a unique location some time ago. The task had just registered due to the frogman squad that had just entered their territory. The two red hobgoblins had zoomed in on them almost immediately upon them entering. Eight tadpoles approached, led by one pollywog. Amelia was not sure Mark had noticed due to being absorbed in his own screens after the notice. The squad was smaller than it should be. Supposedly, they had just over a hundred units out there, but sure enough there were only 79 of them now. The interface had likely updated the numbers as soon as the squad had entered their territory. It appeared they had run into some trouble since the last update. The frogmen were sent off to scout, and were supposed to provide updates every week or two, but the frogmen were as lazy as the goblins, so every two weeks seemed to be the standard. However, this party was a day late. They should have been here yesterday, just in time to accept the new batch from the fishery before returning to the swamps. Of course there was no batch for them to take back since they had died in the attack yesterday. ¡°It¡¯s not really a bad thing. I mean, just look at it as if we got another branch of units for free,¡± Amelia said. Honestly, she was a bit excited, like a kid that had just received an unexpected present, and unlike the last one this present was not so repulsive. Mark likely felt differently about it, although he was most likely repulsed due to his doubts about their usefulness and not their existence like she had been for the creepy crawlies. It was kind of funny how the two had reversed stances on the two rewards. ¡°For free, ha! That is only if you don¡¯t look at the underlying costs. I swear the creators are doing this because no one bloody picked the flower branch. Sure they just want to showcase their creativity,¡± Mark said, pulling up his interface screen. ¡°See here, we got an entire new tree of upgrades to make our units stronger. In games like this, you have to keep your focus on growing the power of a certain number of units, and then spam them like crazy.¡± Amelia looked at his screen. It was true there was a third section on their unit upgrade page. The first section was the classes and was the only section they had used so far. The second section was beast bloodlines. The new section was the plant germination section. Beast bloodlines had four options: Fierce, Swift, Tough, and Mind. Each of the four options would enhance one aspect of a beast. The Fierce aspect increased strength and endurance. The Swift aspect would increase agility and strength. The Tough aspect would enhance endurance and vitality, and the Mind aspect would enhance intelligence and wisdom. Each aspect enhancement would add 10% to the beast¡¯s power rating. Although increasing the stats was seemingly just a part of the aspect enhancement. For example a beast given a fierce enhancement might grow longer claws or become more muscular. A Swift enhancement might make a beast become lighter or make its limbs longer, so it could reach faster running speeds. The changes would be fairly subtle for each enhancement, but when added together they could change the beast entirely. It was all leading up to the evolution feature after five enhancements, which of course was not available for level 1 dungeons. Although unlike classes, the aspect enhancements could be mixed and matched as they pleased. They could create a super fast beast giving it five Swift aspect enhancements, or they could do a little bit of it all. Certainly there would be benefits and drawbacks to the various combinations. Unlocking them looked to be on the cheaper side for how much of a power boost it would give. After all it only cost 1,000 MP to unlock the four different aspects. After that they would just have to unlock the ability to place a second aspect on a beast. It was better than the class system where they had to unlock each different class individually. The plant germination section seemed to be more similar to the class section. There were three sprout options: killer, health, and support. From what they could tell, each of the options would then also branch out like a growing family tree, meaning a wide variety of options. Each sprout cost 1,000 MP and promised a 10% power rating increase. However it was clear that the plants could only start down one of the paths. They would either be killer plants or one of the others. Amelia knew what Mark was getting at. Unlocking all these options would cost MP or RP. They now had three different sections to progress to make their units more powerful. Paying 45,000 MP to unlock the orc branch might seem like alot now, but it would pale in comparison to having to unlock options along the new flower branch unit upgrade section. Whereas after the onetime cost of unlocking the orcs they could use the classes they already have. They could of course choose not to use the new flower units, but the problem was that the orc branch now cost 67,500 MP to unlock. It had gone up by 50% once again. Perhaps it would still be worth it to unlock them and ignore the flower units, but then they would be unlocking a fourth branch making the costs go up even more. They had no idea if that would translate into increased costs when trying to unlock better branches later in the game. The possibilities were endless. Amelia knew, since Mark had said so, going on and on about them. Speculating about the possibilities seemed to be a favorite pastime for the guy. It was good that he was constantly thinking and planning and all, but did he have to constantly inundate her with the ideas during their daily meal. The story has been stolen; if detected on Amazon, report the violation. ¡°Just saying, you seemed to be okay with the last time when we got a free branch¡± Amelia teased. ¡°Well, of course. We needed mounts, and we basically got them for free, without having to unlock the beast tree. Not to mention our beasts will be far more versatile than standard ones. Can you imagine them walking up the side of the bluffs, like the cyan wasps did. Plus we have the possibilities of flight and venomous attacks to look forward to. Should I even say how perfectly the goblins and them go together¡­¡± Mark paused briefly, his voice took on a more irritated tone. ¡°But now they give us flowers. You know what I would say doesn¡¯t go well with goblins or our creepy crawlies¡­? Flowers, Now what the hell am I supposed to do with that?¡± Mark said exasperated. He folded his arms. ¡°Trees might have been cool. I could imagine some giant Treant-like creatures roaming through the a dungeon laying waste,¡± he added as an afterthought. Amelia looked at the units tab. The flower branch had four options.
Flower Branch: Unit Power Rating Unit Cost Cost to Unlock
Wild Lily 0.4 50 MP 500 MP
Daisy 0.8 120 MP 2,000 MP
Snapdragon 1.2 200 MP 5,000 MP
Creeping Ivy 1.6 400 MP 8,000 MP
¡°Snapdragons sound pretty cool¡­¡± Amelia said, earning herself a glare. ¡°So what are we going to do then? Are we going to pretend we don¡¯t have the flower units.¡± The only response she got was Mark tapping his fingers against his thigh. ¡°Are we still going to unlock orcs?¡± ¡°No,¡± Mark said finally. ¡°Other than building what we need in the meantime, we will start saving up for level 2.¡± Although it had only been about five minutes since they had received the notification, Amelia could tell that he had already made up his mind, despite not being happy about it. It was actually remarkable how decisive and yet flexible he could be. She would go back and forth agonizing about a decision like that for far longer. Then she would second guess it forever afterwards, unless it was somehow proven to be the best decision. On the other hand, she doubted he worried about such things. He learned as much as he could, made a decision, and then dealt with the fallout confident that his initial decision had been the best with the available information. ¡°And for the flowers¡­?¡± Amelia asked. ¡°We''re going to use them,¡± Mark said, sighing. ¡°If we can¡¯t put our focus all in one area then we can at least expand our options. We might not be as strong as those who focus all in one area, but we should have fewer easy to exploit weaknesses. Versatility is a type of strength in itself. Can¡¯t quite picture how yet, but I¡¯m sure flower units are good for something.¡± Amelia nodded. To be honest she was a bit excited about the different possibilities the flower units would offer. The classes and beast bloodline options seemed to just make units better in that one aspect, but germination¡­ It sounded like each of the plants were a seed and each stage would be them growing into something completely new, starting with the sprouting stage. Mark could keep the creepy crawlies. The flower units would be hers. When it came down to it. Mark did not want to be the one talking to their frogman arrivals, and Nasal would not respawn till the next day so it was up to Amelia to talk to the frogmen. Mark seemingly hated them even more than the goblins. Which was saying something since he loathed the goblins. The reason was that they were even more lazy and less useful, especially in a fight. Then there was the fact that their speech was so drawn out. Mark would rather deal with the goblin¡¯s grunts than deal with the long winded frogmen again. The fact that they were the catalyst for the new unit branch probably did not earn them any favor. In Mark¡¯s mind they had effectively shut the door to what Mark actually wanted. Amelia felt the opposite. While things were not turning out how they expected. They now had three unit branches open on three different trees. What were the chances one of the other dungeons managed that. Even better, they also had their reanimated corpses which likely belonged to the undead tree. In reality few other dungeons would likely even open a second tree. Amelia shook her head as she exited the dungeon. It was midmorning and the camp was already a bustle of activity. Mark had already resummoned an entrance guard and 6 of their standard patrols, sending one to their outpost. The new goblins were already back to work on the tower and the barracks. The reds that multitasked between managing the projects and crafting had not been lost so progress had not been overly delayed. The gnoll and orc army had done no real damage to their dungeon structures, so they did not need to wait for things to respawn. The gnome builders were already hard at work on the crafting house¡¯s apothecary addition. It was the next obvious choice, since once their new research focus started finishing projects they would need the apothecary to actually make the potions, poisons, or pills. It was also one of the relatively shorter projects for the gnomes to work on. Amelia asked for ten of the legionnaires to follow her before she walked across the gangplank. It was currently sunny, although it looked like it might rain later. It was the rainy season after all. The crisp morning air was welcoming. It did not even hint at the hundreds of units that had died here last evening. Thankfully, the bodies would just seemingly dissolve in the ground. Not as fast as in the dungeon proper, but after a full night there was not a trace. To the right of the dungeon entrance was a pile of equipment. Mark had immediately summoned units and had them work to collect as much as possible. As long as the equipment was actively scavenged it would not disappear along with the dead. In the pile were weapons and clothing from both their units and the enemies, but it also included many of the enchanted items that they had crafted. Hopefully, they had salvaged most of the good stuff. For a brief moment last night, Mark had been poised to build and send off an army toward Mareth¡¯s dungeon. Mareth had allegedly suffered a major attack from some giants, herself, according to one of the harpies. After which, Mark had decided to send their linked scouting team, freshly returned from scouting the approaching gnoll army, to evaluate. The scouting team had arrived to find the aftermath of another serious dungeon leveling battle. Hundreds of kobold bodies and constructs littered amongst the charred remains of the buildings. Mareth had survived two attacks. Mark for a little while had contemplated sending their own force to capitalize on what must be a severely depleted dungeon, but in the end he had decided otherwise. They only recouped 12,131 MP from their enemies last night. With only about 36,000 MP of their own, they would hardly be able to send an army and defend their own dungeon. Sure Mareth would likely be in a similar position, but in the end Mark had felt that it was an all or nothing risk, since they would bottom their MP to perform the attack. It would be great if it was successful, but what if it wasn¡¯t¡­? In the end he decided it was a risk they did not need to take. Instead they would advance forward, hoping Mareth¡¯s setback would make her fall behind. Amelia sent the legionnaires to scout the tree line before she arrived. The dungeon was mostly muddy with puddles of water, but it was currently sunny. So the Frogman had set themselves up in the shade to keep from drying out. Most of them were just lounging against tree trunks, or sitting in puddles. The tadpoles had a dull olive colored skin. The pollywog skin on the other hand was more green, so she readily picked the squad leader out of the group. Amelia got right to the point. ¡°What can you tell me about the garden sanctuary that you guys found?¡± ¡°Ffffooowwwwwnndddd ahhhh recccccsss, bbbbbbiiiiinnnnd sssssuuuuummmm vvvvvvvvinnnnnnnsssss, nnnnn daaaaaaa rrroooockkkk. Fffffaaaarrrrrr ffffffrrrroooommmm errrrrreee wwwwaaattttrrrrr nnnn Ttttreeeeeeesss nnnn ffffffflllooowwwwrrrssss nnnnn bbbbblaaackkkkk rrroooockkkk,¡± Pollywog #4 responded. Correspondingly he pointed at one of the puddles of water, the trees, and flowers. Finally, he pointed behind Amelia, so she looked back. She could not see the black coal mounds, but got the picture. Her heart quickened. It was likely several days toward the center of the map, but they had found a new coal source. One that was not one of the dungeon start points. It was the first neutral coal resource they had noted. ¡°How many mounds of black rock did you find there?¡± Amelia asked. ¡°Sssssvvvveeennn,¡± Pollywog 4 responded. ¡°Seven,¡± Amelia exclaimed. The pollywog nodded in response. It was a big deal since the amount of resource collection sites they could have was limited. It was the main reason they had built their first outpost at Crassius¡¯ dungeon. His dungeon had 5 coal mounds versus the 4 the other defeated dungeons in the area had, but this new one had seven. Which meant a higher amount of daily MP production, and from the sound of it, it was hidden away. Obviously it was a unique enough location to give them a boon. She asked a few more questions to get the garden sanctuary¡¯s location. She gave up midway. It became clear that they would need to keep one of the ones who had been there to guide them. Or perhaps the harpies would be able to find it from the air, After all if it had trees and flowers it would require sunlight, which would be visible from the air. What she did understand was that it was on the other side of the swamp, which should be closer to the center of the map. Chapter 32: Day 56 It was day 56, the final day of the second month. It was also the day that rankings would be posted. Mark did not expect much. They would probably be near the bottom in the low 20¡¯s. There were now only 24 contenders remaining. One more had been eliminated over the last week. It was probably too soon for it to be due to other dungeons reaching level 2, but perhaps it could be due to the sponsorship rewards dungeons were receiving. Mark and Amelia still had no clue what they could look like. Regardless of the cause, Mark anticipated for another round of dungeon eliminations to occur in the near future. As dungeons reached level 2 they would gain a significant boost over their competition. Mark and Amelia were not far from taking that step themselves. They were currently sitting at 86,523 MP. Within the next week they would have enough, after taking into account their planned expenditures over the next few days. Mark¡¯s intention was to unlock it immediately upon reaching 100,000 MP provided nothing changed. It would be a bit of risk, leaving themselves with so little MP to build units to fight if they had to, but it did not seem like they needed to worry about the other dungeons currently. It seemed that both Nehemiah and Mareth were saving up their MP, probably for the same thing. Neither had completely rebuilt their forces. As for Gale, well as far as they knew she had yet to leave the swamp. They were not even sure if Gale knew where their dungeon was. She seemed to be content with continuing to turtle down and build her strength. Perhaps it should be a bit worrisome that she was seemingly growing unabated, but Mark could hardly worry about her for now. Gale was the only dungeon in their area that was from a major faction after all, and she was seemingly putting down deep roots. In the future it might be all but impossible to dislodge her, but they did not have the luxury of even hitting the easier targets that Mareth and Nehemiah provided. In the next few days they would complete the tech tree for dungeon level 1. The war party had left early this morning. They would fight the beast plaguing the kobolds, and in return they would receive the mining tech. For the last tech, Contender capabilities, they were already at 15 of the 20 RP required. Mark did not know what it would give, but they had favored other things for too long. Hopefully, the war party would bring back their next floor guardian. They currently had only 38 DP toward unlocking the third floor, but Mark would convert the rest today. According to Amelia, Nick Holt was one of the richest contenders in the battle, and he had already found one of their entrances. He had not even touched their second floor during his last exploratory raid, but Mark would not count on only having one new floor to keep the guy at bay. Nick Holt was surely one of the first to hit level 2 and even if he was not; he would likely be receiving sponsorship rewards on a weekly basis. Since the rewards were based on level 2 dungeons, Mark felt he had adequate reason to be worried. Mark might have already built the third floor, if he had not been waiting on finding a floor guardian. A third floor without a guardian would not be much of an addition. Of course there were other things that Mark had been waiting for. It was important to make defenders as strong as possible. Theoretically they should be stronger as the floors progressed. Unfortunately, unlocking higher classes was too expensive, and they most definitely were not going to start unlocking beast bloodlines although Mark had considered it. Eventually, he decided against it. It would be cool to have a beast floor, but they could not delay reaching dungeon level 2 and techs that it would bring. So Mark needed to improve the defender''s strengths in other ways. Luckily, the barracks were now completed, so now Mark would never again deal with the 10% experience penalty. His units would forever start as recruits instead of conscripts. The finished building would not give any boon due to being shoddily constructed by goblins, but Mark could hardly worry about that for now. The other way Mark could improve the defenders was with their equipment. Several more attribute enchantments had finished, strength and agility. Which meant Mark had five enchantments in which to increase their strength. He would give their weapons the piercing enchantment. They would have the standard necklaces for vitality. For agility, Mark had initially wanted to add it on their footwear, but the goblins did not wear anything on their feet and according to Nasal they would be less than receptive to doing so. The soles of their feet were as tough as boots, so they did not really need it for protection. Instead Mark decided on shin guards. Technically they filled the grieves slot, but they looked more like soccer shin guards than a piece of armor. Similarly, Mark made arm guards out of bamboo to fill the vambrace slot. The inscriptions had been a bit different since he had to incorporate them across two pieces of separate equipment that acted as one, but they had not proved to be overly difficult like the defensive enchantment had. He made it from bamboo since it was readily available and would fit over their thin arms and legs. It sprouted like crazy around the fishery, and it actually held inscriptions quite well. They would not provide much defense if hit, but they were flexible and light. They might stop a casual strike, but the defender might then lose the attribute boost from the inscription. There would be two sets of defensive equipment available for the defenders. They would all get the defensive vests that Mark had made more than a week ago, but he had also designed another inscription for their shields. The main difference was that the shield¡¯s defensive enchantment was weaker, but it was also a constant defensive boost. The unit did not have to expend MP to perform a temporary boost like the vests did. All of the enchantments would be good quality, and would effectively raise the unit''s power rating by about 20% by Mark¡¯s estimate. It was a modest boost, but still Mark would want far more for their next floor. Unfortunately, there were no other enchantments or other research projects that could help, and Amelia had seemed to run into the wall with the enchantments. Good quality seemed to be the best that she could manage. Mark did not know if it was materials or something else. Perhaps they needed a future tech. Regardless, their forces would be fighting at a slightly higher tier than would normally be possible. Other research projects were progressing. Of note the previously undefined life essence based class was now labeled as the spiritualist class. Mark still did not know what it could do, but it sounded cool. The three closest projects to completion were the duplicate projectiles at 98%, the vitality bomb at 82%, and a new fast riser, the war drum class at 87%. Each category also had new undefined projects underway, including 4 projects for the new pharmacology focus. Several were even combination projects including another essence focus with the specialized class. The essence focus seemed to be the most popular focus to combine with, which made sense to Mark. Essence by its very nature was an enhancer. There were only three essence-only projects that were not combinations, and one of them, the rock skin pill, would have likely been a combination project with pharmacology if they were able to. Instead the rock skin pill was progressing at a seemingly snail pace in comparison to the vitality bomb that had started at around the same time. It was all pretty exciting, and soon they could have even more focuses. The gnome builders had only needed a week to complete the crafting house add-on, the apothecary. Mark had retasked them to work on building the research lab¡¯s final add-on, the basement. It would take them at least two months of work, but it would be worth it to get two more focuses. They had two other unit types after all for the research lab to work on. Perhaps they could get specialized bloodlines or germination routes, or he could just pick something else. There were not really any bad options, just better and worse ones. Fortunately, they received a special feature for the apothecary and it was a good one. [Notice: Due to the nature of your apothecary, all finished products will receive a boost based on their quality level: poor 0%, below average 5%, average 10%, good 25%, exceptional 50%, masterwork 100%, and artifact 200%] It was a great special feature. Probably far better than their crafting house special feature since they had not made any use of it. They were not infusing two inscriptions on a piece of equipment yet, so did not need to worry about interference. Even if they were only able to reach the same quality they could for enchantments, they would still get a 25% boost. Still they could not make much use of it till some pharmacology projects finished. It did raise the question why they had not received a special feature for the research lab pagoda add-on. Mark had thought add-ons might not get one. He had speculated whether they could have the goblins just make the add-ons from then on, but had decided not to chance it since it might weaken or even lose the special feature for the main building. Perhaps, the apothecary got one since it actually added a new function unlike the research pagoda which basically just added more of the same. Oh well, it was certainly welcome to receive such unexpected benefits. The light in the corner of Mark¡¯s vision flickered. ¡°Oh, I guess it''s time,¡± Mark said to himself. He took one last look at the archer tower being constructed. Perhaps it could be completed in another month. They were currently working on flooring for the first floor, so it would be somewhat usable if they were suddenly attacked. It was not the only project the goblins were working on. They were already working on a barracks add-on. Just having the barracks allowed units to start at the recruit experience level, but they could also have their units train there. Currently, they could have 25 units assigned to the barracks. In a week of training they would become regulars and get a 10% boost. Really the only downside was losing the ability of using the units as a workforce, which was not really a detriment. Mark had immediately assigned 25 legionnaires to the barracks. In a week he would rotate 25 new units, since training units into veterans was currently locked. The add-on would allow them to train units, so that they developed classes naturally. Normally, Mark would rather just pay the MP, but they had plenty of weak units that could benefit from this add-on. After all, Mark was not ever going to spend MP to give green goblins classes. They did not add much of a boost, 10% of 0.3 was not significant. However, there was a new class that it would be very useful for, the mount class. It would be very beneficial if his future roach calvary goblins could earn the class. Luckily, the add-on would not take too terribly long by goblin building standards. They mainly needed to clear a bunch of land. Mark had summoned one of each the fire ant and spider units. Like the cockroach unit they were hidden away deep in the forest. Mark did not want to spend extra MP to make the forces yet. For one, they would not want to build a force till they had unlocked aspects of the beast bloodline. Well at least for the spiders. At 600 MP per a unit they were worth getting a boost. But Mark still wanted to get a good idea of their capabilities. He wanted to see if they had any special abilities like the roaches'' couple hundred foot glide. Unfortunately, Mark was disappointed in that respect.
Fire Ant 1 (1/66) (conscript) Power lvl: 1.5 Morale: 50 (content)
Strength 18 Attack: 4 Defense: 2
Endurance 14 Abilities/Skills
Agility 11
Vitality 12
Intelligence 1
Wisdom 1
The fire ant was bigger than the cockroaches, but not by much. Their blackish red bodies would rest about 3 feet in the air on top of their six legs. They had far more formidable mandibles than the cockroaches. They were basically like curved spears that would easily lop off an appendage if one was caught between them. On top of that, they were incredibly strong. They could easily carry the bigger goblin units without being slowed. Mark could also see using them to pull things like a workhorse. He could see them being able to work in conjunction with each other quite well. Fire ant chariots¡­?
Wolf Spider (1/55) (conscript) Power lvl: 1.8 Morale: 50 (content)
Strength 15 Attack: 5 Defense: 2
Endurance 14 Abilities/Skills
Agility 14 Webbing
Vitality 13
Intelligence 2
Wisdom 3
Stolen from Royal Road, this story should be reported if encountered on Amazon. The spider on the other hand was an utter terror. Amelia hated them. The spider¡¯s body rested nearly five feet in the air. Its brown body was covered in coarse black hair that made the spider take on an ominous speckled look from a distance. The fangs were about the same size as the fire ants, but since if you were in them you would be closer to the 8 black orb-like eyed monstrocity, Mark would prefer to be caught by the ant. The spider did not have a stinger, but did have spinnerets. The web would not be useful in active battle. It would be too slow to catch moving prey, but it definitely had other applications for them to explore including crafting projects. Unfortunately, unlike the cockroaches or ants the spider needed to eat meat. It was easy to provide hunted animals or animals from the goblin¡¯s pig pen for now. It only needed to eat like once a week, but in the future a force of these would go through a lot of food. The goblins were less than enthused to have another potential claimant on their fresh meat stock. The harpies were still bringing in information, but the goblins were still stingy on what they deemed was theirs. Luckily, Nasal was back to help deal with them. He was not really smarter than the red hobgoblins, but as a named unit he was much more loyal to dungeon interests over his own. Mark could not let the other goblins hinder their information gathering because they decided to stiff a couple harpies to save a couple chickens. However, the information was nothing essential, although he was receiving daily reports on the surrounding dungeons. The tactical screen at the corner vision started blinking even faster. ¡°Okay!¡± Mark said exhaustingly. It was time to watch tonight¡¯s entertainment. A horde of goblins versus future floor guardian number three¡­ hopefully. ¡°Gee¡­ you''re going to end up missing it,¡± Amelia said flatly as Mark approached the couch. Mark glanced at the screen. Nothing had really changed from the last time he had flipped to the link patrol. A lone kobold led 80 odd goblins through a twisting tunnel. The tunnel was illuminated by the dozens of torches carried by the goblins. Mark looked annoyingly at Amelia, ¡°Doesn¡¯t look like I missed anything. Just more of the same,¡± Mark said pointedly. ¡°They passed a pile of bones a few minutes ago,¡± Amelia responded. ¡®Oooooo,¡¯ Mark mouthed. ¡°What? they were fresh,¡± Amelia said, elbowing Mark in the side. Mark brushed his side. The girl was getting notably more violent. Perhaps it was because he was a bad conversationalist? ¡°The kobold said they were close to the creature¡¯s lair,¡± Amelia said with a huff. ¡°Hmmmm, well then I¡¯m going to eat while we wait.¡± Mark said bringing up the interface store. A hamburger sounded good. ¡°You are pretty cold blooded. Our goblins are soon to be fighting for their lives and you''re going to eat a burger like you''re watching a football game,¡± Amelia said. She tried to sound like she was serious, but Mark could pick out the playfulness in her tone. In a few minutes, she joined him, choosing an elegant looking curry dish. Despite what she had said, it seemed there would still be some time before the entertainment. Mark dwelt for a moment on the similarities between the earth and the higher realm due to the football reference. It turned out mankind was a lot less creative than one would expect. People named things simply. If it was not for different languages and their constant evolving everything would be rather simple. The football she was talking about was closer remarkably similar to soccer than the American sport. Figures, even the higher realm agreed that the name for the sport should be football. Just like the imperial measuring system America was one of the lone holdouts from doing what the rest of the world did. Even the Arcadian realm used something similar to the metric system using 10 as the base for everything. Mark did not know whether the measurements actually were equivalent, but they had the same idea. Mark of course kept converting things into the imperial measurements he was familiar with. Why¡­ just cause. They did not have to wait for long. About fifteen minutes after Mark had joined Amelia on the couch, the war party entered what was most definitely the lair. Bones scattered across the floor, some 20 feet lower than where it adjoined to the tunnel. A sloping ramp led down to the bottom of the hangar sized room. If the war party went in, it was unlikely they would be able to leave during battle. The floor was slick and the air looked humid. Almost like it was covered in a layer of condensation. There was a pool of water to the left, although Mark could not tell how deep the pool was. Mark was about to ask where the monster was, when a large shape detached from the floor. ¡°A snake!¡± Amelia gasped. ¡°No, a dragon,¡± she corrected, noting that the creature had legs. The only problem was that there were about six pairs of legs. ¡°Just look at the thing¡¯s status,¡± Mark said. Amelia pulled it up. The creature was called an albino Behir although the term snake or dragon fit the creature¡¯s look. The snake-like creature was a good 25 feet long. The bulk of its body was supported by five pairs of legs. The sixth pair were more like arms, but instead of fingers it had sharp bird talon-like claws. The head looked like that of a monitor lizard. The lower jaw hung unhinged revealing a horde of sharp teeth. The creature¡¯s skin was slick and white. ¡°I don¡¯t suppose we can keep them from entering,¡± Amelia said, her eyes as wide as saucers. ¡°Not unless Nasal felt he could make the decision,¡± Mark said. But it was too late the goblins were already inelegantly sliding down the ramp. ¡°Great, I¡¯m going to lose Nasal again. I really need to stop sending him on these expeditions,¡± Mark said, running his fingers through his hair. They had sent two full patrols along with 10 legionnaires and 5 reds from their entrance guard. It was quite possible Mark had misjudged only sending this many goblins to deal with the Behir. He had been picturing a giant salamander. Something in league with the bear or wasp drone, but this thing was twice as big. To think, this morning he had been excited because they had been able to sponge up about 12 measures of life essence. Finally, they would not lose any of the beast¡¯s efficacy, but this beast would likely need more than 12 measures of the stuff. Crap, they would lose their essence if the goblins were wiped out. Well probably, it looked like Nasal had chosen to hang back in the tunnel with the kobold scout, but even if he hid out, it would be difficult for the goblin leader to carry the essence back by himself. Nasal pulled out a spare bow, It looked like he planned to contribute from where he was at. The creature that seemingly had been content to wait, started toward the war party as soon as the last of the goblins had slid down the ramp. Probably wanted to make sure none of the units could retreat. The beast was at least more intelligent than a normal beast. Still hope was not completely lost. Eighteen bows twanged, sending their payload toward the fast approaching creature. Magic bolts were already forming from the 8 mages. At least half of the arrows hit their target. Instead of sticking into the creature however, they all sank in deeply. Some all the way up to the feathers. Not that they could tell now, with how fast the beast was moving. Mark could only grimace at the fact that half of the arrow had missed, but the green goblins did not have the scout class and the creature head bobbed back and forth as it approached, making it a difficult target. The one volley would be the only organized part of the fight, as the beast slammed into the goblins a second later. Mage bolts sizzled into the beast around the same time, but Mark could not see how effective they were. It became utter mayhem. At least a half dozen goblins were instantly crushed underfoot by the Behir. A couple others were cut down by the creature¡¯s arms. Simultaneously the mouth bit into one of the green goblins. It did not eat it, but released the unfortunate goblin into the air a second later. The green goblin¡¯s body flew through the air, an arm and leg short. However, it would also be the only time during the battle that the creature could kill so many all at once. Goblins scattered in every direction, most having given up fighting the creature for the moment. A few who did not, were cut down along with the unlucky ones that caught Behir''s attention. In seconds a dozen goblins were gone. Unfortunately, the majority of them were legionnaires. They were the biggest targets after all. The behir finished catching the goblins close to it. Next it spent a few seconds swiveling its head back and forth to locate where all the prey had gone. The goblins had scattered to all corners of the room. The brief indecision showed Mark and Amelia that the battle was not completely one-sided. Black blood was already draining down from the arrow wounds. If arrows continued to puncture that deep into the creature they would definitely hit something critical? Eventually the behir decided on its next target. It wheeled around on a clump of three legionnaires. They jabbed with their spears, but it had little effect. They were cut down in seconds. It was clear that if they were going to beat the beast it would be due to piercing arrows and the mages. The melee fighters with stone weapons were far out matched. Luckily, Mark had not seen any of the archers or mages go down yet, but unfortunately, the next target the behir chose was one of the mages. The mage was only part of the way through a fireball spell. The orangish yellow glow had likely been what had drawn the beasts attention. The mage was snatched up and quickly chomped into pieces. ¡°Good thing, we both had time to finish eating,¡± Mark remarked, earning him an elbow. But two other fireballs were able to come to fruition while the behir targeted others. The first struck, but glanced off of the rocking head causing little to no damage. The creature had likely shifted its head having caught sight of the flaming ball of fire, but the second fireball slammed home into the main body between the first and second pair of legs. The flames licked at the creature for a couple seconds before winking out leaving only topical damage. It would take a bunch of fireballs to cook this beast. The behir responded by targeting one of the mages, finishing the red goblin a second later. However, enough time had passed for all of the goblins to reach all corners of the room. Arrows and magic bolts soon started to pepper the behir with impunity from all directions. The goblins felt a semblance of safety since the behir could only focus on one area at a time, a pair of legionnaires even charged in and jabbed at the creature. Their semblance of safety was proven to be false since the behir quickly snapped the front of its body to face any goblin that approached, cutting them down in seconds. The goblins got the picture. None would approach from thereafter and the behir once again froze in indecision. It was being peppered with ranged attacks but was seemingly having difficulty determining from where they came. The goblins would fire then scamper away. A dozen torches flickered away from where they had been littered. No goblin dared to carry one and draw the creature''s attention, but it was hardly enough to make the chamber well lit. Shadows flickered along the walls and floor, and the goblins danced in and out of the light. Only about half of the arrows fired were actually enchanted. It was easy for Mark to see which arrows had the piercing enchantment and which ones did not. The enchanted arrows seemed to have a faint arora that Mark could make out in the dark cave. He had not noticed in the battle above ground. Then there was the fact that the unenchanted arrows stuck ineffectually into the creature, their heads barely piercing through the slick hide. The behir eventually just decided to methodically hunt down one goblin after another. There was no set pattern. The creature was just focused on speed, killing each goblin or group as quickly as possible. Goblins started using all sorts of methods to keep from drawing the creatures ire. They cast items, bones, or rocks into the walls making sharp sounds. Others waded into the pool of water. Some even laid down and pretended to be dead. The latter method was eventually discovered by the behir when one of the mages shot the creature in the side with a magic bolt. Soon the behir was also checking bodies as it passed. A flip of its talloned arms either cut up a corpse or killed a goblin attempting to play possum. In a couple minutes, more than half of the war party had been eliminated, but it had not gone unanswered. The behir had dozens, maybe even a hundred small wounds with black blood pulsing out, and its movements had slowed down substantially. Partially, because the room looked like a slaughterhouse, and it was having difficulty picking out the living goblins, but also because of its wounds. The piercing arrows were carrying the day. Surely, some had pierced organs and arteries. It was likely the goblins could have shot the beast with several thousand unenchanted arrows and not done near the amount of damage that a hundred piercing arrows, and to a lesser extent magic bolts, had accomplished. Arrows and the far more occasional magic bolt still zipped out of the darkness to strike the beast. Unfortunately, only half the arrows were actually enchanted. The archer¡¯s quivers contained half regular arrows and half enchanted arrows. Only for the first volley had the goblins made sure to fire a piercing arrow. Now they just pulled one from their quivers at random. It was a bit frustrating since each arrow they fired might grab the beast¡¯s attention. They should be making sure that it would at least matter, but it was dark and they were likely in a panicked state. Another five minutes passed, and another dozen goblins were silenced. Arrows were now few and far between. Several minutes had passed since the last mage had been brutally killed. Mark did not know exactly how many archers were left. Since they were all unclassed. There was no distinction between them and the other green goblins. However, it was easy to see that all the reds had all been wiped out. Their magic was too eye-catching. The chamber was deathly silent up until when the beast located another one of the living goblins. Then there would be only a short scream, followed by a crunch. The situation would have seemed hopeless, if not for the creature wobbling as it moved. The beast¡¯s white hide was covered in blood, and it was not all the goblins. It might be kind of anticlimactic, but given enough time the beast might die from blood loss. There just had to be at least a few survivors among the war party. Luckily, the beast seemed to be highly territorial, giving no indication to flee. Ten minutes later the beast settled down on its haunches. Several minutes had passed since the last arrow had struck the beast. Perhaps it needed to try and rest and recover some strength. It was at this point that Nasal stepped out from behind the wall. At some point he had stopped firing arrows. Probably to keep from drawing the creature out of the room, but now he confidently nocked arrow after arrow and shot them at the beast¡¯s head. The goblin leader had a handful of piercing arrows left. It was not until the third arrow that Nasal was able to hit the small target. It was enough. The head jerked and the beast collapsed to the floor after spasming for a few seconds. They had succeeded. Chapter 33: Day 56 Following the beast''s collapse, goblins arose from all over the room. There were exactly 20 of them, not including Nasal. It was not exactly a surprise since Mark had counters with how many of each type of unit were still in the war party. The fact that a quarter of the goblins had survived was slightly offset by the fact that it was only green goblins and yellow hobgoblins that had made it out. All the more expensive units had been dealt with by the behir, so Mark would still have to pay a lot of MP to rebuild the patrols and units from the entrance guard. In hindsight Mark should have sent a lot more archers instead of the elite goblin units, but they had expected something far different than the monstrosity they ended up finding. Still Mark was excited. He would have been fine if only one survived the ordeal. Well¡­ as long as the survivor would have the mind to claim the real prize of the day. Mark felt his heart almost stop as he watched Nasal slide container after container of the life essence down the ramp. The ramp was slick, but it was not necessarily completely smooth. One of the containers wobbled precariously before settling down at the base. ¡°Really, Nasal,¡± Mark said, flabbergasted by the goblin leader. If they had been slightly unluckier they could have lost some of the precious essence. The claylike container lids would keep the essence contained through most any movement, except if they were turned upside down. ¡°I guess, he is a goblin after all,¡± Mark sighed. Not like he could forget the fact, but he was the most dependable of them. Amelia snickered to his side, but Mark noted that she also watched in worry as the goblin leader transported one container after another. Both of them were worried that the leader would slip on the condensation or blood that lined the floor, or perhaps even trip over a groove in the rock or the bodies or bones that were scattered throughout the chamber. There had been a few almost comical slip ups during the fight. Only almost comical, since the result usually resulted in one of the goblins getting ripped apart. While Mark did not particularly care about the goblins, it did cost MP to replace them. Nasal finished transporting the three containers. Thankfully, he had not delegated the task down as was common for goblin society. He was at least that dependable. Over the next 15 minutes the goblin leader carefully applied the essence. An hour later and they would have their third floor guardian. ¡°Mark¡­ I got a crazy idea,¡± Amelia said hesitantly. Mark looked at her. ¡°What if we use the snake monster to attack one of the other dungeons. I mean before we make it a guardian.¡± Mark¡¯s mind went ablaze with the possibility. ¡°If we were going to attack a dungeon with the behir. We would probably choose Nehemiah. He is not the closest, but Mareth¡¯s dungeon has those acid attacks which are quick and were extremely effective against Winnie. Then we would have to send a full assault force along with the beast which would delay upgrading to dungeon level 2. ¡°So, it''s a bad idea¡­¡± Amelia stated frowning. ¡°I would not say it is a bad idea. The behir is extremely overpowered at this stage. I think with a full assault force accompanying the beast we would likely have a good chance¡­ But we would lose a week¡¯s worth of progress and risk our new floor guardian. Not to mention we would be delaying dungeon floor number 3 on top of dungeon level 2. I have no idea whether the special reward would be worth it,¡± Mark surmised. ¡°So, it would be a fairly risky gambit¡­¡± Amelia trailed off. Mark sighed. ¡°I think so. Delaying dungeon level 2 probably is not too big of a deal, but I would be lying if I said that I felt our dungeon was secure against Nick holt or others. It would take at least 4 days to attack Nehemiah¡¯s dungeon and get our force back. God knows, I want to pay Nehemiah back for the sneak attack last week, but I don¡¯t know if taking him out now will really help us long term. According to you, he is not one of the contenders that is even favored to win.¡± ¡°I actually have another idea. We build the third floor as planned and assign the guardian, but then we hold off on the rest of the defenders until we get to level 2. Hopefully, we will then be able to build a much stronger floor. That should secure our dungeon for a long time, freeing us to focus on other things,¡± Mark posed. ¡°Yeah, your idea is better,¡± Amelia relented with a hmppfff. ¡°It¡¯s alright. Your idea was not bad. Who knows everything could have aligned and we could have gotten one of those special rewards and secured our dungeon afterwards, but I would really rather avoid another nail-biter situation, wondering if we will or won¡¯t make it.¡± The rankings posted at nightfall. Mark and Amelia were eating dinner, but they immediately both pulled up their own screens. The rankings only included the rank, the contender¡¯s name, and their faction. Mark¡¯s eyes scanned the list. It did not take him long to find Amelia¡¯s name. They were ranked 20th. That was pretty good, since Altair was a small faction, which generally meant they were disregarded. Viewers had decided that four other dungeons were weaker despite the disadvantage of likely not getting sponsorship support. Potentially they were even stronger than the rankings gave them credit for. Mark reread the list. Rankings 25-35 were all assigned to the dungeons that had already fallen. A parenthesis at the bottom stated that they were conquered. That was a rather delicate way of saying that they were all dead, although it did go with the dungeon battle theme. Most of the names did not mean much to Mark. He mainly searched for the names they knew. The lowest on the list was Mareth at 21st place, and Nehemiah was actually just below their own dungeon in 18th place. They were effectively sandwiched between their main competitors. Gale was a bit further down the list at 14th, and finally Mark reached Nick Holt¡¯s name. He was sitting all the way up in 3rd place. Second place was held by Richard Lambert from the Republic of Neurim. Amelia had actually mentioned the republic several times before. They had three contenders like the other three major factions, but they always put all of their eggs in one basket. Their choice contender always survived till the end. Sometimes even receiving questionable support from the other two in their faction. Luckily, it seemed like one of the dungeons from the republic had already fallen. First place was held by Daniel Hale from Luca. It was an unfamiliar faction. A quick scan through the rankings only revealed one other from the same faction, although they had already been conquered. It must be quite the upset if someone from one of the medium sized factions was currently ranked first. Mark could only imagine how strong the dungeon would have to be to garner the support from more viewers than a larger faction. Some people would vote truthfully for rankings. Kind of like college and professional sports back on earth there were brackets where people ranked the dungeons and were allowed to periodically update them. People who guessed right could win rewards. It was one method to keep people a bit more honest, but people would always be a bit biased for contenders from their own faction or those from factions that did well historically. Besides for first place, the major factions had a fairly good hold on the top ten, with only two other medium sized factions holding a spot, and they were in 9th and 10th place. The major faction, Magnum, held 4th, 5th, and 7th, and 6th place was held by another contender from the Altin Federation, the same faction as Nick Holt. Then a contender from Gale¡¯s faction, Guennever alliance, currently held down 8th place. Gale and the other surviving Republic contender were the only contenders from major factions outside the top 10 that were still in the battle, meaning three had been eliminated. Stolen from its rightful place, this narrative is not meant to be on Amazon; report any sightings. Fortunately Crassius had eliminated one in his early rampage. It meant that Gale was the only contender from a major faction in their little dungeon grouping, and she had the lowest ranking among them. It was seemingly a spot of luck that none of the nearby dungeons were considered to be strong. Mark checked one more thing. A quick scan showed that there was only one of the other five minor faction contenders left, and that guy was currently sitting dead last in 24th place. The real question would be whether that guy and themselves could hang on as other contenders started getting more and more outside help. Mark¡¯s attention was grabbed by a new notification. [Admin: Initial phase of the succession battle is completed. You have been assigned a public relations representative, Cynthia. She will work with the broadcasting department to maintain your image. A new chat feature has been made available.] Cynthia: day 56 The assignment message had been on her desk when Cynthia first arrived this morning. It was the final day of the second month of the succession battle, so representatives had been given a full day to get acquainted with their client before the first official rankings were posted.. Assignments were coming a month earlier than the creators had projected. Contenders were progressing slightly faster than the creators had intended, but at least they had known it was coming for a week now. The purpose for the public relations (PR) representative was to cultivate the image of their contender to attract sponsorship. They would work closely with broadcast personnel with their contender¡¯s feeds. During phase 1, they were not assigned due to the versatile nature of the battle. There was no point in putting too much effort for each of the contenders when a good number of them would not make it to phase 2 when sponsorship was actually available. In fact exactly one third had not. The difference was that in phase 1, the battle was only broadcast on a monthly basis. Phase 2 the broadcast would be weekly with short daily highlight reals to mainly serve to keep people informed of the status of the contenders. It officially kicked off the battle fervor which would last until the battle¡¯s completion. The shift between phases had always been set to occur at the end of the same month that the first contender reached level 2. Of course that honor had gone to Nicholas Holt, but a handful of other dungeons had already followed suit, and most of the others would not be too far behind. Although the sponsorship feature had been unlocked, few had actually started to receive support packages. Only people like Nick Holt whose family was chomping at the bit to support would receive packages this early. The rest would wait for the phase 2 kick off. However that would soon change. Once the highlights started getting broadcast weekly sponsorships would start rolling in. At least for most people. Cynthia was not exactly surprised by her assignment to Altair. She had paid close attention to the feeds of a couple of the projected lower ranking dungeons for the last few weeks. She was always going to get one of them provided at least 23 contenders survived through phase 1, since she was the 23rd representative. The job might not last very long since the bottom ranked contenders were not expected to make it very far, but it was still a dream job that she had somehow managed to lock down. She could only be thankful she was not the 25th PR rep who had lost out, when a 11th contender had been eliminated only a week before phase 2 started. Cynthia had never been to Altair. She did not even think she had met someone from the planet, yet she had been excited when the assignment became official. It was definitely a setback that it was a contender from one of the weakest factions, but of the three feeds she had watched their dungeon showed the most promise. At the very least, they would survive longer than the other two and she could keep playing. What had been a surprise were the rankings. Amelia Cromwell had been projected to be in 23rd place, but had landed at 20th when the first rankings became official. Cynthia was sure that there were three very unhappy PR reps out there, upset that their contenders had dropped a place, but their loss was her gain. It was the projection''s fault for thinking Amelia Cromwell should be 23rd in the first place. Their dungeon was clearly better than some of the other dungeons, but the stigma of being from a weak faction had clearly skewed the voting. However, rankings concluded a full hour after the second month''s broadcast had concluded. Meaning there had been plenty of time for voters to shift rankings around. The fact that they had obtained the behir alone had resulted in some voters ranking their dungeon down into the single digits. Of course those were outliers, Cynthia felt occurred due to the current number one dungeon. That guy was one of the few that went the beast and plant routes and he was utterly dominating those around him. He had even earned a moniker, which was not exactly common in these battles. Most were known simply by their name, but Daniel Hale was now referred to as the Beast Lord. Although he had unlocked the tree branch, he had mainly used them for defense. Beasts dominating one side of the map played favorably for other dungeons with beast branches unlocked, and Amelia had both managed to get both beast and plant branch. Not to mention the powerful reanimated beast corpses. It could be said Amelia was the contender that had the most similar prospects as the number one dungeon. Although they had not done much with either of their new classes. However, the reanimated corpses had played a pivotal role in their dungeon''s survival since early on. With the new behir, the comparisons were already being made. Many rankings had shifted moving Amelia into the mid teens, some even moved her into the single digits, picking her as their rankings major upset. Cynthia was not sure whether Amelia could last that long, but with the new behir she was at least confident that Amelia would be safe for another month or two. It was welcome job security. Her client was also doing well in other areas of the game. All sorts of metrics were ranked in this battle by various entities. The rankings were supposed to be the overall combination of a contender¡¯s performance, but it was also the most susceptible to being skewed since it was somewhat of a popularity vote. Solid unarguable metrics like MP production, her clients had managed to get down into the mid teens. Which was despite being one of the four dungeons that got the poor start condition, receiving only 3 coal mounds in their territory. They were also doing pretty good in the more ambiguous metrics. Research wise they had managed to get into the single digits. They were one of the few dungeons that had completed most of their level 1 techs. On top of that their research lab was doing very well. The quality of equipment, enchantment wise, was one of the best. Of course they were also metrics for which her client was doing very poorly in. Fighting strength they were 22nd, and due to all the attacks on their dungeon, Amelia was at the top of the rankings for MP expenditure waste. Which was not a good metric for her to be leading. Another area where her client was falling behind was unit upgrades. Every single other dungeon had at least a few level 3 classes or their equivalent unlocked. Regardless, the rankings were not everything for Cynthia. If her client was able to continue to survive their ranking would naturally increase. Instead Cynthia had to come up with an angle to sell her client. Her client likely would get little if any support from her family or faction, and obviously other governmental entities were out since they would have their own candidates. No one thought she could win, so few would support her for that reason. No, Cynthia would have to garner support from private parties, typically companies or interest groups. The route Cynthia would take was already decided. A young guy, a young girl, the romantic route was the obvious choice, and the contender and champion themselves had practically laid down the tracks, making it easy. Cynthia may not be the only one going down this route, but she had something going for her that the reps didn¡¯t. A big scene of the champion racing across their dungeon to save the girl. Haaa! let the other reps compete with that. There was maybe one other dungeon that could play the romance aspect as good or better than Cynthia could. Avary Kingston, the model from magnum, currently sitting in 5th place. Let alone being a popular model realm wide, the girl was also a princess from a major faction. If Cynthia did not have such good material to work with, competing would be near impossible. It was still an uphill battle, since Avary Kingston would be expected to make it far into the game and Amelia was not. Cynthia quit thinking about it and went back to work sifting through the feeds. It would be up to her to put together the hour long special introducing these two to the Arcadian Realm. She would of course highlight their dungeons feats, letting potential sponsors see that they would not go down easy, but she would also focus on the two as characters. The realm did not have to know that Mark spent 90% of his time away from her, and the girl either was lounging around or crafting. Nope, Cynthia could paint the picture of the two of them fighting together hand in hand despite the two making it difficult for her. Chapter 34: Day 60 The behir was a true powerhouse. Before its death the beast likely had a power rating well above 6.0. It was surprising the goblins had even been able to take it down, but then Mark supposed that equipment was everything. After reanimation, the power rating had dropped down to 5.3, but jumped back up to 6.1 after being named and being appointed the third floor guardian. By Mark¡¯s estimation the beast was still a good 10% slower and weaker than it had been when alive, but it was still plenty dangerous. Even by itself it could secure the third floor very effectively.
Dragon (Behir) Unknown (regular) Power lvl: 6.1 Morale: ---
Strength 34 Attack: 7 Defense: 9
Endurance 38 Abilities/Skills
Agility 35
Vitality 33
Intelligence 3
Wisdom 2
The defense and attack rating were several points higher than Mark had ever seen. Its attributes were well into the 30¡¯s, which alone set it apart since Winnie and Bruce only had attributes in the low 20¡¯s. Now that the beast was a reanimated corpse it would be even more bloody hard to kill. Mark named the behir, Dragon. How intimidated would opponents be, when they saw the beast and read that in the status? Might be a little weird later on if they got an actual dragon, but for now the behir was definitely an apex predator. Once they filled out the rest of the defenders it would be a while before they would need to add onto their dungeon. The fourth floor only cost 50 DP, the same as the third floor. Which was a positive note. Everything was getting so expensive, their MP production would not be able to keep up. Luckily, they could focus on other aspects for now. Another option had become available after getting the mining tech. They could use one of their dungeon floors to make an actual mine for 10,000 MP. It would be a slight hit to their defenses since they would have one less floor to use, but it would be a reliable source for stone, metals, and special resources. They could try to trade with the kobolds for iron or other resources, but that would mean a lot of logistics to get the resources to their dungeon unless they wanted to make another outpost building at the kobolds mine. Mark still had not made the outpost at the toxic essence source. 20,000 MP was a big expense for something that was not bringing in MP. The toxic essence would definitely be necessary but for iron¡­? Contender capabilities was better than Mark had expected. Now they could link and monitor three different units or groups of units. They were also able to change each of the links once daily, and the units did not even have to be in their territory like they had before. Mark could connect to any surviving unit on the map. Even better, the tech allowed communication to the linked units, meaning Mark and Amelia could give directions in real time. While they had not really lost out in not having the tech earlier, going forward Mark could be far more versatile with their forces. It was the final tech available until they leveled up. Mark had designated the 4 remaining RP from the last two days toward unlocking the healer class. A fifth RP from today would finish unlocking the unit. The remaining 2 RP would be put towards a new tech when they unlocked the level 2 today. Their MP was nearly at 100,000. Their dungeon would be a bit vulnerable for a couple of days, but the other dungeons were not gearing up for an attack. They were likely saving up for the same thing. Today would be the day they pulled the trigger for level 2. An early lunch had only delayed the inevitable by a few more minutes. Mark and Amelia both waited for the last few MP to trickle in. Mark had control of the dungeon core screen, and as soon as the sixth digit switched to a one he mentally hit the dungeon upgrade button. The simple notice appeared on the dungeon core screen. [Notice: Dungeon has been upgraded to level 2. New features are available.] Mark shifted from the notice back to the first tab. Their MP was counting back up from zero, but more of note was the increase of daily RP and DP. Each had gone up by 1, meaning they were now getting 4 RP and 3 DP daily. Mark had been hoping for a bigger increase, but he would hardly complain. The other dungeons would get the same increase. It was probably better that upgrading the dungeon did not accelerate production by too much. The other noticeable change was that it would take a million RP to level up the dungeon again. Just like for level 2, it seemed so far off for now. There was only one change to the floors tab. The cost for the next floor whether they built a mine or a standard floor had gone up by 10 percent. A punishment for progressing to the next dungeon level? Mark grimaced. The creators nickel and dimed them for every little thing. Another 5 DP to unlock the fourth floor did not seem like much, but there were already so many requirements on them already. He only delayed a few more moments before flipping to the tech tree. They had 9 brand new level 2 techs, one of which they had already unlocked.
Magic Energy Production 100 RP Intricate Design 150 RP
Mapping 100 RP Masonry 150 RP
Metal Casting 100 RP Siege Weapons 150 RP
Dungeon Features II 100 RP Settlements II 250 RP
Military Organization 150 RP (unlocked
The price tag for the new techs was far higher than Mark would have expected. Even the cheapest would cost 100,000 MP. It would take weeks to even unlock one of them. Perhaps the creators intended to slow the game down a bit. Mark now understood why a new purge of the weaker dungeons by the second level dungeons had yet to occur. It would take months at the very least for dungeons to really level up. Mark wanted all of the Techs, but there were a few that really stood out. Mark would love to have mapping, so the black surrounding their territory could be unveiled. Metal casting was another great choice. Metal weapons would make a world of difference in battles. He would also love masonry, so that his units could start constructing a fortress. Gale must already have that one since she was already building stone walls. Mark dwelt on the possibilities for a moment more. In the end though he already knew which one he would be going with. Magic energy production 2 was the obvious choice. Increasing their MP production was a must, but unlike settlements 2 it was one of the cheapest level 2 techs. It would take a couple weeks of them saving their MP to finish the tech, or they could designate their RP and unlock it in just under a month. Mark dwelt on it for a moment. He did not have to think for too long. Increasing their MP was important. They would save their MP up for this one. RP could be used to unlock one of the other cheaper options. Mark would choose metal casting. Mapping would make things more convenient but it was not a must have for now, and metal weapons outplaced masonry as well. Having better weapons was a better defense in and of itself. Mark shifted the screen to the units page. This is what they were both most eager to see. What new units would they get in their three different branches. Their humanoid tree was first on the page, with only one branch. Mark was dismayed to find that the goblin branch actually did not have any native options. He should have expected that. The legionnaires and red hobgoblins were the pinnacle of the goblin branch. A case of literary theft: this tale is not rightfully on Amazon; if you see it, report the violation. However, there was one new unit available on the tree. A combination unit that would not have been available unless the requirements were met. In this case it required for them to have one of the humanoid branches and one insect branch unlocked. The goblin Arachne with a power rating of 2.7. It cost 22,000 MP to unlock and each unit would cost 1,400 MP. Mark had always said the two branches went together well. Here was the evidence. Although it appeared that any of the humanoid branches would have worked. How powerful would an orc Arachne be? Nope this was good, an orc Arachne would likely not be unlocked till their dungeon reached level 3 since it would likely be over 3.0 power rating, which Mark assumed was the cutoff like 2.0 had been for level 1. The goblin Arachne fell under the humanoid tree, which Mark assumed meant that the units would use the class system and not the beast bloodline system. There was however one downside, that Mark quickly noticed for the goblin Arachne. All of the capacities for level 1 units had gone up. The new numbers looked to be based on what you would get if you divide 250 by the units base power rating instead of 100. This meant their green goblin capacity went up from 333 to 833. However, it looked like the goblin Arachne was based on the original 100, meaning they could only have 37 of them. It was game balance at work. Dungeons could not just spam their most powerful units. They would have to send armies with all the unit types. There were two new options on the humanoid branch available to unlock, Trolls and giants. But Mark could hardly get excited about them since it would cost 450,000 MP to unlock either of them. The base price for the branch was 300,000 MP which meant that there was a 50% increase in cost. With three branches at level 1, they had increased the branch cost by 50% twice over, meaning that one of the branch increases had been dropped after leveling up the dungeon. Regardless, they would be out of reach for a while. He would have to think about it more later. Amelia was elbowing him to scroll over to the next tree. She was antsy to see what else they had unlocked, so Mark opened the beast tree. There were two new options. The weevil, which was a type of beetle with a 2.3 power rating. Then there was Violet scorpion with a power rating of 2.9. They cost 15 and 24 thousand MP respectively to unlock. Mark did not really know what to expect from the weevil, but getting a scorpion was very exciting. Mark only delayed on the beast tree for another moment. Since they had not actually unlocked the tree they did not have the option to even see other branches. He quickly shifted to the plant tree. There were three new options under the flower branch. The branch continued the trend of each successive unit costing an additional 0.4 power rating more than the one before. At 2.0, they got the sunflower. At 2.4 they got the blood rose, and at 2.8 they got the Midnight lotus. Mark did not know what to expect from the flower class, but the blood rose sure sounded ominous. Mark would be lying if he said he was not interested in seeing these new units. However, it would definitely be a bit before they could unlock all of them. The sunflower was the cheapest of the six new units, and it cost 12,000MP to unlock. It was a bit frustrating, but it would be a while before they would unlock any of them. Increasing their MP production and getting metal weapons were just more important in the short run. Mark soon moved on shifting to the unit upgrade tab. Advanced classes like swordsman, archer, spearmen were unlocked. If there was a type of weapon there was an advanced class for it. The only note was that the overarching class like warrior or scout had to be upgraded to unlock the advanced class¡¯ equivalent levels. It appeared that the advanced classes would give 15% per a class level instead of the 10% that the class archetype received. It would also focus them, meaning that boost was related to that weapon. Without their primary weapon a unit with an advanced class might only get a fraction of the 15% per level. The beast bloodline and germination paths were also supposedly unlocked further, but Mark could not see those options yet since they had not begun down them. There was one more section that was now available under the unit upgrade tab, skills. There were four base skills: dash, surge, soak, and pull. They actually were very similar to the beast bloodline aspects. Four basic skills that temporarily increased the attribute functions. While they did not increase the unit''s power rating, Mark could tell how useful they were. Afterall, he believed he had seen Cedrick use a skill during the wasp battle. The gnome had been able to leap 20 feet into the air. Dash increased agility and strength attributes for up to a minute. A unit could increase their speed by 50% for an entire minute, or they could use it all up at once, burning the skill at an exponential rate for an almost instantaneous lunge. It was like a street racer using NOS to give their car a boost of power for a short time. Then the skill would have to slowly recharge overtime. The rate reportedly depended on a variety of factors related to the unit''s fatigue. How long ago they ate, slept, etcetera... Surge increased the strength and endurance of a unit. It was pretty much the same thing as dash except for strength. The unit would hulk out and be able to deliver more powerful blows. Since endurance also was increased their survivability would also increase to a lesser extent. Soak was a bit different. It increased a unit¡¯s vitality and endurance. A unit using soak would take less damage, and be able to shrug off damage better. The unit¡¯s wounds would also close and recover during the skill, which could last up to a minute, or it could be used up in a 10 second burst. Pull increased the unit''s intelligence and wisdom. The unit would get a burst of temporary mana to expend, and would also recover their own manna at a furious rate during the minute the skill was active. Unlike the other three, the pull rate could not be exponentially increased. Each of the skills cost 25,000 MP to unlock. It was not too much for how useful they could be, but Mark did note the 200 MP it would cost to give the skill to a unit. It would be quite expensive to add the skill to a large group of units. It would be more expensive to add a second skill to the same unit. There was a 50% increase for the second skill. A 100% increase for the third, and a 150% increase for the fourth. Another note indicated that the most expensive skill would be the one increased. It did not mean much now since all the skills had the same cost, but if they unlocked more expensive skills it would. The skills were a completely new feature for the battle. Mark could easily imagine just how much of a difference these skills could make. The only problem was that there seemed to be a million things for them to unlock. Techs, classes, bloodlines, germination, new units¡­ Their resources would be stretched thin if they tried to do it all. ¡°I guess that is it,¡± Mark said hesitantly. ¡°Well actually there is something else,¡± Amelia said with a wide smile. Mark glanced through the screen tab headings. The only ones he had not hit were the store and the¡­ the sponsorship screen. Mark flipped to the sponsorship screen. ¡°Unbelievable,¡± Mark said as he saw that there was something there, but there was only a heartbeat of excitement before he saw what it was. ¡°A hot tub! What kind of reward was that,¡± he said in disbelief. ¡°Oh come on, it''s something,¡± Amelia said. Her body was practically bouncing in anticipation. ¡°Since we don¡¯t have anything else, can I go ahead and build it?¡± ¡°Uhhh, I guess. Even if we do get something else we would only have to wait another week to get it,¡± Mark said dismissively. ¡°Wait, did Cynthia say who gave it to us?¡± On day 57, they received the ability to chat with their PR representative. It was a basic instant messaging format, and there were limitations on what Cynthia could say to them. She could not advise them or lead them to what they should be working on, and obviously she could not give information on the other contenders or the battle in general. Honestly, Mark was a bit unsure of the specifics since Amelia had quickly blocked him from the feature entirely. Mark never said anything about it, supposing Amelia needed the outlet for some girl talk. He had no idea what Amelia and the other woman chatted about, but he could tell when Amelia was doing it, because she would have a stupid grin on her face when she was doing it. It seemed the two were likely talking about all sorts of things and not just stuff that was battle related. ¡°Yes, she said it was from Crouses. Which is a chocolate company. The package is only level 1.¡± Mark nodded. The screen showed what level the package was. There were five levels with different associated costs. A level 1 package was apparently something fairly useless, a care package, that would not even affect the battle. It probably was extremely cheap compared to the higher levels. Why a chocolate company would be giving them a hot tub, Mark could only assume it had some purpose like advertising. Or¡­ maybe it was just from some rich pervert who wanted to see what they would look like in bathing suits. Mark shook his head. He tried not to think about things that were happening outside the battle. It might be a useless sponsorship package, but at least they had been noticed by someone for whatever reason. Perhaps if they kept doing well the packages would keep coming in and be far more useful. A hot tub soon appeared in the core room. It was the size of any that he had seen at a hotel, easily big enough for the two of them. ¡°You want to try it out,¡± Amelia said, stretching. ¡°Maybe later,¡± Mark said, standing himself. He felt like he had a hundred new things to think about. He felt there were dozens of potential routes they could travel going forward. He needed to decide on what would be their best course. He was confident that knocking down the two techs he had decided on was the best first move, but what about after that¡­ Chapter 34.5: Day 84 The third month of the succession battle was drastically different from the first two months. True to what her clients had expected there seemed to be a lull in the building of armies as dungeons focused on building their strength, but with alternate dungeon entrances popping up all across the map contenders did not need large armies to strike at the competition, so the battlefield was not completely quiet. During the month four dungeons had fallen through their alternate entrances, which was a sharp increase from the only one dungeon that had fallen through the alternate entrances in the preceding two months. Sponsorship units and powerful new level 2 units made quick work of the meager defenses that most of the dungeons had in place. Even her clients had been attacked twice through the alternate entrances. The first was the expected return of Nick Holt on Day 71. As expected the attack hit like a sledgehammer on their dungeon. Parties of elite adventurers poured into their dungeon, 15 at a time. Their first floor fell completely to fifteen skeletal knights, a new unit from the skeletal branch with a base power rating of 2.5, but the attacking units had power ratings of 3.9 due to being adventurers and level 3 warriors. Only half the knights had fallen before they were able to finish off Winnie and the other defenders and proceed to the second floor. The second floor was able to finish off the first adventuring party along with the two following. Unlike the first floor, the other defenders were able to better support their guardian. The legionnaires and brute orcs were just strong enough to somewhat be able to stall the more powerful attackers, while the mages and Bruce whittled down their numbers. The second adventuring party was another group of skeletal knights. The third party had five more knights and ten lizardmen units that had likely come from a sponsorship package. Only a couple of red mages were able to survive the 3rd wave as the last of the lizardmen took down the floor guardian. The fourth adventuring party was a group of fifteen fiends of various types, all with power ratings in the mid to high 3¡¯s. Likely another sponsorship package the fiends burst right through the respawned units on the first and second floors and the surviving second floor mages. Cynthia only felt worried for a few minutes. Once Dragon engaged the fiends it quickly became apparent that the attacking force would fail. The fiends opened wounds all over the behir, but Dragon was killing them far easier. He was slower than he had been as a living being, but was still easily quick enough to catch them one by one. Dragon¡¯s body was absolutely massive, so the small wounds from fiend claws and fangs were just too insufficient to slow the brute down. It would take more than a few similar strength adventuring parties to take him down. Nick Holt had apparently come to the same conclusion and had decided to give up the assault despite having several more adventuring parties standing by. Mark had gladly accepted the dungeon spawner that resulted from that attack. It cost 30 DP but would produce 10 level 3 warrior skeletal knights. The 3.3 power rating knights could respawn once daily, which would occur as soon as the third floor was free from attackers. It meant they would get two rounds of 10 knights to fight as long as the knights had not been attacked within the last day. The second attack came only 2 days later from the 4th ranked contender, Jack Wynham. The Magnum faction contender had gone the construct route. Since Winnie and Bruce had yet to respawn, the construct forces stormed right through the first floor, only losing one full a few gargoyles to the rolling pin. The second floor was just able to manage to wipe out the remainder of the first party, before easily succumbing to the second. However, Jack Wynham also gave up on the attack after his second adventuring party was easily wiped out by Dragon and the supporting skeletal knights. This story originates from a different website. Ensure the author gets the support they deserve by reading it there. Despite not seeing the big picture, almost all of the contenders had figured it out. The alternate entrances were their greatest weakness, and by building more floors to shore up that weakness, they were only spawning new entrances through which their dungeon could be attacked. Despite it potentially exasperating the problem, they had little choice. The 25 defenders on a floor were just too insufficient to deal with a potentially revolving door of 15 unit elite adventuring teams. The dungeon features II became a priority as contenders all rushed to fill up the weakness as the battle entered a cold war-like state. Oddly enough, the least concerned with that aspect was her own clients. They had proceeded with Mark¡¯s plan of knocking out the magical production II tech and metal casting. It was likely because their third floor was one of the strongest yet made, and that was with only the guardian and a spawner. It looked like it would still be some time before, Mark would feel inclined to add the 25 defenders. Other than the two attacks on their dungeon, all had been quiet for her clients. Since all of their MP and RP were being saved to research techs, they really only could develop their dungeon through designing and inscribing enchantments. Which they were doing. The three neighboring dungeons were all still around, but had not bothered them in the slightest. Cynthia smiled as the rankings were finally posted. The bottom 15 places had now been decided since they had been conquered. The top ten places had hardly changed. The exception was that the contender from the Guinnevere Alliance holding down 8th place had been eliminated. The 9th and 10th place holders had shifted down, with the new 10th place being held down by Leonard Boulevic from the Republic of Neurim. The next ten places had seen more of a shuffle, with Gale Barbary moving up to 11th place. She was the last remaining contender from the major faction, Guinnevere Alliance, and was also the last contender from a major alliance to not fall in the top 10 on the rankings. Mareth and Nehemiah held down 17th and 18th place respectively. Mareth had overtaken Nehemiah in the ranks, and her client had not been ignored. Amelia Cromwell was now the last remaining contender from one of the minor factions left, and she was now all the way up in 13th place. It was not that people thought that her client was that strong compared to the other contenders. The bias against minor factions was still there. It was that her third floor made people wary to rank them any lower. No one expected adventurers to be strong enough to overwhelm Dragon and the skeletal knights anytime soon, and none of the battle¡¯s powerhouses were located anywhere near their dungeon, so no one expected for an overwhelming force to hit the dungeon proper. Bottom line, her client was riding a bubble of relative safety while many of the lower ranked dungeons were teetering on the edge. It was well deserved in Cynthia¡¯s opinion, since they had endured a brutal gambit over the first few weeks of the battle. But the bubble would not last forever. Higher level classes, skills, better inscriptions, etcetera¡­ were coming. Other dungeons were coming along at an alarming rate. The gap between her clients'' inscriptions and other dungeons was falling. A month ago hardly any of the other dungeons had more than the standard gear. That was changing. Her client had taken down the behir with a bunch of weak goblins with piercing arrows. Who was to say that the other dungeons could not perform the same once their equipment or other capabilities hit the same level. Chapter 35: Day 85 A misting rain was hardly enough to keep Mark inside. It was actually quite the reprieve from the rain that had been coming nearly nonstop over the last month. The torrent of rain and flash floods had caused rivers to spring up across the low points of the valley but had not really caused them much of an issue except for making the condition of their settlement far less favorable. The month of rain had turned their dungeon into a muddy mess. Nearly every day a section of their earthen wall would collapse despite the many wooden supports bracing it up. It was still early in the morning, so the goblins were all sleeping huddled together under the pagoda tower¡¯s protection. Mark would have an hour or so to himself, except for the handful of entrance guards forced to come along. Mark glanced at the two story tower. The wood contrasted against the cloudy sky. It was practically finished. They just needed to add the tiles for the roofing. It was already impressive looking. The two levels of the tower would provide the vantage for their range defenders to mow down attackers. Which was a good thing since the walls were far less formidable than they had been a month earlier. Mark did not know whether they would ever be really fixed until the conditions improved. It did not matter too much in the short term since the nearby dungeons had all remained hunkered down just like they had, and in another six weeks they would unlock masonry and start building something even better. It would be the next sinkhole they would work toward. Today they finally got the last of the RP needed to finish metal casting, allowing the new project. It was the second of the second level techs to be researched. They had saved up their MP for magic energy production II for the first 13 days after hitting level 2. The Tech did not give much, only allowing them the ability to build three manna pumps. Just like the manna bellows, the manna pumps could pull manna from the environment, this time directly from the earth. Just like oil wells a counterweight spun while the main arm dipped up and down. The only difference was that the oil pumps did not need to be manned like the bellows did. Each pump cost 25,000 MP to build, but it was easily worth it since each pump would add 2,500 MP to the daily production, paying itself off within 10 days. It took an additional 7 days to build the three manna pumps, increasing their daily production rate up to 16,630. Since they were spending just under a 1,000 MP on daily upkeep costs the MP was really rolling in. They were currently sitting at 42,958. Besides unlocking the tech and building the pumps, Mark had only spent MP on a few things other than upkeep. Mark had summoned 50 level 2 warrior legionnaires to keep the barracks training going, for 11,500 MP, but the biggest expense was the 20,000 he had dropped for the outpost in the old wasp nest. The gnomes had secured the location, sealing and concealing the tunnels. It was a necessary expenditure to give them access to the pool of toxic essence. They would need it soon to build the creepy crawly units in large quantities. Mark only needed to leave a handful of goblins to guard the outpost and transport the essence from the pool to the outpost building. The gnomes had done a phenomenal job. Unless someone knew it was there it would be difficult for anybody to locate that there was anything but cliff face there. Last month things had been relatively quiet with the exception of the two attacks on their dungeon. Dragon was absolutely dominant. The contenders that saw him, had immediately given up, despite being the 3rd and 4th ranked contenders. A benefit of only being attacked by strong forces meant that the spawner options could only be good. Mark of course had already accepted the first of the options presented. The skeletal knights were actually their first units to have metal weapons. Each carried a rough heavy iron sword. Nick Holt had perhaps had the same frame of mind as Mark had, deciding to pursue metal casting first, or he had just equipped them from the store. Metal weapons became available from the interface store as soon as a dungeon hit level 2. Of course, Mark had decided to unlock their own ability to create metal weapons since the interface store charged a premium for the privilege to get metal weapons or shields. Mark scrolled through the tabs. Now that they had unlocked metal casting iron weapons became a part of the standard loadout. Any units they summoned from now on would have iron weapons. For replacements they would need to make their own, but they would need a few things. The first was the mine to get the raw resource. Mark would pay for it with DP since they had a lot. Other than the 30 DP they had spent for the third floor spawner and a few DP to make buildings a part of the dungeon, they had been saving it up leaving them with 48 DP. The mine would take them down to 37. Mark was not too concerned about losing a floor for utility purposes. They would still have another floor to build. Plus dungeon features II likely would give them the ability to build more floors among other things. The other thing they would need was the forge building. Just like the crafting house or the research building, the forge promised to be a staple building that they would depend on for the rest of the battle. Mark could pay 30 DP to build it directly, but that would take away the opportunity to get a special feature. Of course if Mark really wanted the special feature, he would have to get the gnomes to do the work. The 10 gnome builders were currently still working on the basement for the research lab, and likely would be for another month. Mark grimmaced at the thought of what he would have to promise to get Cedrick to devote some more gnomes to the project. It would be a quick project, likely only taking a couple of weeks depending on how many gnomes Mark could get Cedrick to devote to the project. Luckily, Mark had expected a new building, so had already arranged for their weekly meeting to fall today. Mark opened up the project page under the research building. Quite a few projects had finished, and new projects had been started. Their enchantment arsenal was by far the largest. They now had 8 enchantments, having finished the endurance, duplicate projectiles, and energy shield projects. Mark had already made new inscriptions for the projects. Their main endurance inscription was put on leather belts, which mainly had to be provided by the gnomes since the goblins'' leatherwork was atrociously bad. The duplicate projectiles became the second inscription that could be added to arrows. The inscription would go near the base of the arrow to minimize interference with the piercing enchantments near the head. Still the interference would make the arrows unstable unless both inscriptions were at least of average or good quality, and even then the interference seemed to drop the potency of both enchantments to a degree. Still the passive special feature lessening interference between the different inscriptions was likely playing a role in even making it possible to accomplish. Amelia and some of the gnomes were the only ones able to accomplish the task. Even if Mark could manage to make two good quality inscriptions, he could not do it on the same arrow since it required some skill to diminish the interference on the second inscription. Amelia related it to something akin to weaving a second inscription onto the first. Mark and the Reds could not even begin to manage the process. Still it was not overly taxing. Amelia by herself could easily make a hundred each day if it was the only craft she worked on for the day. Her finished arrows would split into four midair. Each would retain the piercing enchantment, resulting in a deadly barrage. It was the craft that had convinced Mark of his next step. Mark had run into a lot of problems with the manna shield inscription. The manna required was just too much for what even their mages could manage. The shield would drain them, making it virtually useless since it would only protect them for a short time and leave them drained and useless. However, one of the projects in progress might solve the problem. The manna reserve project was the most anticipated of the enchantments in work. Although there was also the light, smoke, and flame enchantments, among a handful that were still undefined. For classes, they had two unlocked. The goblin war-drummer class had been unlocked over a week ago now. It was a pure support class that was not upgradeable. All it did was boost morale by a minimum of 20%, which did not sound like much. Until Mark saw it in practice. He only summoned one green goblin with the class to minimize the MP expenditure, but quickly found that the goblin war drum class would be a staple of their large armies. It would raise morale 20% even in dire straits. If things looked to be in the goblins favor it could raise it by even more. It could even get the goblins up to a perfect 100 in morale for a limited amount of time. It was a level they had not reached yet for morale, Fanatic. The results were far from the minor boosts provided when moving through the standard happiness levels: miserable, unhappy, content, happy, or cheerful. Goblin¡¯s in a fanatical state would go into battle with all the ferocity that came almost naturally for races like the orcs or gnolls. Mark could only imagine what it would be like to have thousands of goblins in such a state. Only issue with the class was their sphere of influence. The closer to the drums the goblins were, the more intense the change of state would be. Even at this point Mark would have to scatter a handful throughout the ranks. The second class unlocked had been far more anticipated, the spiritualist class. Unlike the war-drummer class it was not specific to goblins which meant the gnomes could use it. The spiritualist class was a specialized class that fell under the mage umbrella. Meaning they would have to rank their mage class up to unlock higher levels of spiritualists, although the spiritualists class would already be unlocked. Spiritualist¡¯s could raise the spirits of former enemy dungeon units. A level 1 spiritualist had a capacity of a 5 power rating worth of units. The class was slightly limiting since it did require life essence to build units, and they would have to go into battle with another dungeon to capture enemy spirits for future use, but it did show promise. If they ran into an enemy dungeon that used goblins. The spiritualist would be able to capture the spirits of up to 20 green goblins to fight on their behalf. Of course it was likely better to capture 2 or 3 better units. It was a lot of effort, but once they unlocked mage level 2, the spiritualist capacity would further increase. There was one caveat for the class. They could only have 10 of them at any point in time, and it counted ones placed as defenders in the dungeon. It was an unusual stipulation, but then again Mark could see how the class could break the balance if there was not such a limit. Unauthorized usage: this narrative is on Amazon without the author''s consent. Report any sightings. Several more specialized class projects were still in progress including the Tattooist (class), the goblin War hammer class, and the sapper class. Both the former sounded interesting but were hardly near completion, being under 50%. The sapper class was actually something they really needed. Mark would be building their mine today. Sapper¡¯s would likely be far more efficient at mining then any other class type, but they still had some time since the completion was only at 84%. For essence projects, only the vitality bomb had been completed. After which it was good for a single use. It would create a 30 foot diameter sphere of influence that would heal and revitalize units. Once again it had limited use. It depended on their supply of life essence, and it was indiscriminate so would have the same effect for any units caught in the sphere of influence whether they were enemies or allies. Mark did not see them needing it anytime soon, but would definitely be useful at some point later in the battle. There were only two projects still in work. The rock skin pill was at 92% completed, and the other project was as of yet undefined. The pharmacology class had a host of projects in work and a couple that had finished. The first was a poison that came from grout roots. They were small trees that needed very little earth to grow. They were all over the Endless bluffs sprouting up out of the rocky soil near the plateaus. The poison was a paralytic that sapped a unit''s strength. It was not earth shattering, but would be useful against powerful units that would not be brought down by a single arrow. Much to Mark¡¯s dismay the poison did not replicate with the duplicate projectile¡¯s enchantment. The second completed project was actually the Eres rock potion. Now instead of a nasty salt lick, units could drink a nasty potion to recover manna. The efficacy of the eres rock was not any better. Units would still regain the same amount of manna, but impurities were removed. Units could now take far more before they started to get sick. It would keep their mages in the battle a little longer. Other than that there were 5 projects in work including the anticipated healing potion. Mark nodded before shifting to the building tab. Without hesitation Mark bought the mine for 11 DP. Mark read through the information before placing the mine near to the edge of their territory, which was now up to a mile away after reaching level 2. The mine was like the dungeon entrance. There was a smooth arched doorway that led to an antechamber. It was its own temporal space like the dungeon, so the units were not actually tunneling beneath their dungeon proper. It did not matter where they built the mine entrance, so Mark had chosen near the edge of their territory where they would build their fortress in the future. The plateau to the southeast had part of its cliff face in their territory now. It would come in handy when building the fortress. Mark figured they might as well put the mine there since they would be querying stone for the walls once Masonry was complete. More importantly were the notes for the mine. All sorts of resources could be found within. Simple metals like iron or copper would be plentiful, but they would also be able to find advanced metals and base essence among other things. That alone got Mark excited. They already had a use for base essence. The inscription pens could use it to make more powerful inscriptions. If they could find some, their inscriptions may no longer be limited to good quality. Contenders could take anything they wanted outside the mine. For the rest, there was a void hole in the center of the antechamber. They could dump whatever they dug out and did not need into the void, endlessly. The trick was that the mine did not replenish. The distance rocks and materials would have to be carried would only increase. Shafts could cave in. It was up to the contenders to decide on the method. Mark ran his fingers through his hair. He had half expected for dungeon walls and tunnels to regrow similar to a game like dungeon that respawned walls after a fixed time. Instead his units would eventually be tunneling miles and miles into the ground in search of the high end resources. Despite being an engineer he had no idea how to ensure shaft integrity, other than perhaps putting in wooden braces periodically. It was not something he had ever even considered before. They could not afford to wait another couple weeks for the sapper class to finish. He would have them start a couple of tunnels in the three directions opposite the mine entrance. They would be level and just go on and on. The sappers could determine where to go from there, or perhaps Cedrick could give some direction. They seemed to have some experience in that area. Another point to bring up when they met this morning. Regardless, Mark shifted to the units tab. They had five full patrols stationed at the home dungeon. Mark had devoted nearly a whole day''s worth of production to bring the last expedition force back up to the standard and to summon an additional 50 legionnaires. Mark would have the patrols rotate in and out of work at the dungeon for now. He would keep the legionnaires at the settlement to continue work on the pagoda tower, 25 of them were allotted to the barracks anyways to raise their experience level up to regular. Mark would never miss the opportunity to cycle more units through. It would be a waste not to. The add-on had also been completed several weeks ago. Once again 25 units could work in the training area to learn a class. There was no set time frame. Units could learn up to whatever level their dungeon had unlocked. The timeline would be based on their intelligence, morale, and what class level he wanted them to reach. The green goblins were the only units he had that were unclassed, so he was having them cycling through. He started with green goblin archers. So far none had reached scout level 2 in the two weeks they had been working at it, but they had at least reached level 1. It was not surprising since green goblins were the dumbest and had the lowest moral of all the goblins. A couple hours passed. It was nearing noon, before Mark saw the short stocky gnome leader enter the crafting house door. Mark put down the energy shield enchantment book. He had chosen to work on new inscriptions for the difficult enchantment while waiting. The crafting house had become their unspoken meeting place, mainly since it was often raining for the last month. They usually tried to meet at least about once a week, even if there was not an agenda for them to work out. ¡°What ya been up ta,¡± Cedrick said as he found a seat across the aisle from Mark. Before Mark could answer the leader added, ¡°have ya tried out the new spiritualist class.¡± Mark shook his head. ¡°Well that be a shame. A couple of our youngin¡¯s have taken it up. One already captured a whole pack a wolves,¡± Cedric said, with a toothy smile. ¡°Em things are bloody difficult ta kill. I sparred against em a couple of times. It takes quite a few physical attacks to dissipate em, and they have no sense of fear. Makes em quite nasty.¡± ¡°Really, I can¡¯t wait to try it out myself,¡± Mark said enthusiastically. ¡°I meant the class, not fighting them myself,¡± Mark added. He had practically seen the offer on the gnome''s lips. ¡°For now, there are a couple of things that we were hoping to get your help with.¡± The gnome leader¡¯s bald forehead scrunched up at the thought, ¡°Ohhh.¡± ¡°One of them is just advice. We were able to build a magic mine to the southeast. Hopefully, the sapper class will be beneficial for that, but until then I was hoping to get some advice so we don¡¯t start off on the wrong foot.¡± ¡°A magic mine,¡± the gnome said, his eyes taking on a greedy tint. Mark smiled to himself. A way to connect their two needs was already forming in his mind. Of course the gnomes would be interested in the various things the mine could offer. Mark watched the gnome''s greedy facial expression turn to pure avarice as Mark detailed the types of materials that could be found. He had him. ¡°I don¡¯t think a goblin sapper could throw a stone at our best miners,¡± Cedrick posed. ¡°Of course, you know how I feel about the goblins in general. Perhaps, we can work something out. As far as what we want from the deal¡­¡± Mark tapered off as he pulled up the forge building schematic. ¡°I was hoping to get this completed as soon as possible.¡± ¡°Awww, seems you¡¯re able to build a forge now,¡± Cedrick said as he started scanning the schematic. It was a shame it had taken a month to research the Tech. The gnomes already had it. Mark had of course tried to see if they could once again use their specialization to their benefit, but level 2 dungeon techs were apparently completely off the table. It was a shame, but for balance''s sake the creators had probably limited how many techs or what level techs they would be able to trade for. ¡°Sure, I think we could build this up real quick. For the water source, I would want to build a well. Might take a wee bit longer, but it will save time in the long run," Cedrick said, waving the schematic aside. It only took them a couple of minutes to work out a deal. Cedrick would have the forge built in a week. He would also have some gnomes work in and manage the mine. The gnomes would take 25% of the resources other than the basic metals which they would only take what they occasionally needed. If Mark wanted to keep more or all of the higher resources, he would have to make a deal. Losing a quarter of all the higher level resources would hurt, but they would likely find more and do so more efficiently with the gnome¡¯s help. Not to mention they would get another one of the core buildings from the deal. Mark could leave the mine¡¯s management in their hands. He would just provide bodies for labor, and reap the benefits. But why should he stop there? There was another race that was even more at home in mines than the gnomes. The kobolds lived almost their whole lives in the mines. If the gnomes were interested in the high quality materials that could come from the mine, then the kobolds would be even more so. Even better, it would be far less risky for them. Units from enemy dungeons could not enter the mine, and Mark had no reason to suspect that there would be enemy creatures like the behir to be found within. It should not be too difficult for Mark to get a couple of different deals going. The rock in the magic mine extended in all directions endlessly. Mark could restrict the different groups'' efforts in various directions. Cedrick just shrugged when Mark mentioned the idea. As long as his group got their share of the mine shafts that his gnomes managed, he did not seem to care. They concluded their negotiations, and Mark found a red hobgoblin to send along with the scouting team. After sending the scout team away. Mark once again dwelt on his plan. This whole battle they had been on the defensive. Even the attack on the gnoll village during the first week had been more of a preemptive strike, but right now they were in a unique situation where they were not under immediate threat. They also had just completed their first round of level 2 techs. Other dungeons were in between being a powerful first level dungeon and acquiring real level 2 strength. If they had finished any of the level 2 techs then it would not be more than 1 or 2. The more powerful dungeons in the battle were already collecting unique rewards for conquering dungeons. It would be wasteful if they could not take advantage of the lull in the battle to collect one for themselves. Once more it would only take a handful of days to collect the MP he would require. Chapter 35.5: Day 90 Day 90 Nehemiah Rourk Nehemiah was only a bit surprised when the alarm came. In an instant he brought up his tactical screen and slewed over to the single red dot that was driving in towards his dungeon. A cockroach? Nehemiah opened the creature¡¯s status. A 1.0 power rating was hardly something for him to be concerned about, but the fact that it belonged to another dungeon meant he could not dismiss it entirely. Why did Amelia have a cockroach all the way out here? She has been more active in the area lately. His scouts had run across quite a few decent sized groups of goblins, North of his dungeon. He had not paid much attention since the groups only had 37 goblins. It made sense since had been eliminating the four goblin teams that had tried to scout the area, but he had not seen a trace of them for over a month. Nehemiah zoomed out and moved to the edge of the territory and did his best to study the surrounding forest. It was actually a nice sunny day for a change, so visibility was good, but there was no evidence of an army, from where the creature had entered. Nehemiah would have been surprised if there was. He had scouts posted on all of the surrounding bluffs. They would see any major force approaching. Nehemiah did not have them all linked but they could send up a smoke signal in less than a minute despite the damp conditions. On top of that he had roving teams patrolling the nearby valleys. It was unlikely an entire army could get through. Was the cockroach just a scout, out by itself. Nehemiah sent some units to intercept. Regardless of whether it was alone, he would kill it. Perhaps this was an intentional move by Amelia to get good luck at his dungeon. The cockroach was likely linked, so killing it quickly would give Amelia less time to spy on him. To play it safe, Nehemiah quickly scanned all around the edges of his territory. It was a quick scan, but he did not see anything. It only took a minute for his forces to engage the cockroach, but much to Nehemiah¡¯s dismay the little bug did not engage his forces. Instead it started skittering away as soon as it caught sight of them. The giant cockroach was quick, far quicker than the kobolds or lizardman he had sent out. Nehemiah sighed before giving orders through the pedestal to send two dozen more kobolds to intercept the enemy. The kobolds were far quicker than the lizardmen and should be able to deal with it as long as a couple of them engaged it at once. Honestly, Nehemiah was more concerned that Amelia had unlocked a branch from the beast tree. By this point, Nehemiah had scouted nearly 80 percent of the battle map. He had located every single one of the other dungeons including the top ranked contender, Daniel Hale. He had even watched as Hale¡¯s beast army relentlessly slaughtered the poor contender from Philomon. It was right before the first rankings had been posted, far too early for Hale to have unlocked much from level 2. His beasts had been so overpowered. Nehemiah knew from the encyclopedia that beasts did not use classes or skills, so how had he gotten beasts to push into the 4.0 power ratings. Since Nehemiah had found another prior dungeon site, soon after the battle, Nehemiah could guess that it was not the first dungeon that Hale had conquered, and likely was not the last since another dungeon in the area had fallen just after. Nehemiah could only be happy that there were no real powerhouses in the Northwest dungeon grouping. He had confirmed that the 35 contenders had been divided into groups of seven. He was probably the first to have located all the survivors due to already having the mapping tech. It was an advantage he would soon lose, as other dungeons leveled up. Hale was in the Northern group of dungeons. Well, the group was being generous since there were only two of them left. The other dungeon belonged to Simon Heath, the lowest ranked contender from Magnum, but he was still currently sitting in seventh place. The other group to the south of them was just as concerning for Nehemiah. There were still five dungeons in that group, but that was only because Nick Holt was focusing on developing his dungeon for now. He was focused on the other top contenders, taking out the dungeons surrounding him would happen at his leisure. He was the only contender from a major faction left in his group. The worst group to be in was the one to the Northeast of the map. Three contenders in the top ten were in that group including the number two, Richard Lambert from the Republic. Jack Wynham, from Magnum, was also in that group, as was Derrick Blackwell from the Atlin Federation. They were currently sitting in 4th and 6th place respectively. The fourth unlucky contender in the group was Wren Wright. Understandably, she was ranked twentieth right now. Surrounded by three powerhouses. No one expected her to last long. The Southeast group also had three contenders from the top ten. The group was led by Avary Kingston, the model princess from Magnum. She was currently sitting in 5th place. The other contender from the Republic was in the group, along with the contender in 8th place. Fortunately, Crassius had knocked out Rebekkah Clark on day 9 of the battle. She had been projected to reach 5th place in the succession battle. Without her the Northwest grouping had been relatively safe since the only other contender from a major faction was hunkering down in the swamp. Nehemiah had thought that Mareth, Amelia, and himself were near equivalent in strength. Which the first set of rankings had shown, but Amelia had overtaken him by the second set of rankings. She had always been an oddity. She had chosen to start with goblins, and a social class since she was working with neutral entities like the gnomes. Something Nehemiah could not replicate, but until now Nehemiah had not noted a hint of her having a second branch. Somehow, Amelia had repelled multiple attacks from Crassius, Mareth, and a gnoll army. From what Nehemiah could tell the goblins were similar to his kobold branch, so it was a bit surprising that Amelia had managed to survive until now. It was unlikely to be all due to enchanted equipment, although he knew she was ahead of him in that regard. It was only a month and a half ago that he had managed to almost assassinate her, but now she had overtaken and surpassed him. Was it due to opening a beast branch, or was the cockroach a part of a support package and she had done something else. Maybe she only had a strong dungeon, and nobody expected her to be taken out anytime soon. It was not like Mareth, Gale, or himself were gearing up to make any big moves. The wonder soon turned to frustration as the cockroach, true to its name survived. At the half hour point, Nehemiah sent out additional units to pin in the damn bug, but even then the bug evaded his forces. It was not till the call came through the pedestal that Nehemiah began to panic. ¡°Bosssss, we ave, sssmokeee fffffrommm pppooint oneee.¡± Nehemiah linked the appropriate scout. It only took a moment for him to find the approaching force. There were about 250 goblins. Nehemiah sat there for a moment confused. There had been plenty of goblin groups over the last week. Had he lost track or missed some of them, and now they had joined back together? Did not matter, it clearly would be far from enough to assault his dungeon, but he had a sinking feeling. He had over 642 units on the surface, and had over 80,000 MP for which to summon more, which would be plenty to crush 250 goblins. Unless, there were more of them on their way. It would be stupid for her to attempt this otherwise. Did Amelia really split up her armies to attack his dungeon? Regardless, he now knew the purpose for why the cockroach was skittering around his territory. He should have realized it sooner. The bug had basically been arcing around his dungeon for a while now, doing all it could to avoid his forces¡­ and survive. The cockroach was there to prevent him from using his MP. Nehemiah immediately gave orders for two hundred more units to intercept the giant bug. It would take three hours for the goblin army to reach his territory. He would have the little bug dead well before then. Joke was on Amelia. Almost immediately after giving the order, Nehemiah was informed of a second army two hours out approaching from the east. It was not unexpected, but it was surprising that a force had managed to get so close. They would have had to go through the swamp. Which was wide open, his kobold on the nearby plateau should have been able to see them far before they got this close. That was until he linked the nearby scout. This novel is published on a different platform. Support the original author by finding the official source. An army of frogmen, 200 strong? He had known she had tight relations with the frogman village. His scouts noted frogman units entering or leaving their territory many times, but it was surprising to see them coming to aid in her attack, especially after Gale had wiped out the bullywog village. He glanced at their status. Nope, these ones belonged to her. He did not know how she had managed that. Had some joined her dungeon after their village was destroyed or had she gotten access to what clearly must be a unique humanoid branch. Nehemiah had opened the humanoid tree himself, so knew the bullywogs were not offered¡­ At least not initially. Still 200 frogmen would not be able to change the outcome. Amelia would have to have another force approaching. Nehemiah scanned the valley surrounding his dungeon. The goblin force and the frogman force had taken the approaches that would get them closest to his dungeon. The frogmen were pretty slow, so they would actually hit near to around the same as the goblins did. Another force coming from another direction would likely take an additional hour or two. Nehemiah shifted his view back to the ongoing struggle of his forces to pin down the lone cockroach. They were now able to encircle the bug, but the bug jumped up and glided a couple hundred feet away every time before they could entrap it completely. A half a dozen arrows stuck out of the soft carapace, but true to its nature the cockroach seemed to be hardly affected. It would take a decisive blow to end the bug, or a whole lot of arrows and a margin of luck. Still it was just a single unit, and he had hundreds of units working together. Almost an hour had passed since the bug first encroached into his territory before the bug was caught on two spears as it tried to glide through two defenders. The bug was still alive, but would not be able to escape. Nehemiah had already decided on what to summon. He was just waiting for the creature¡¯s end, but much to his chagrin another red dot appeared in his territory just before the cockroach''s life was extinguished. Nehemiah was not surprised to find a second cockroach moving closer to his dungeon but away from his forces. His heart started beating faster. How many of these bloody things did Amelia have? It was not as if he could send out forces to locate other units outside of his territory right now. It would take a third of them just to catch the one. Nehemiah gave new orders. He would continue his efforts to catch this cockroach, but would also station a bunch of large groups around his territory to quickly engage and track down another should it come. The second cockroach was brought down in fifteen minutes, but once again Nehemiah could not summon additional units. This time two cockroaches had entered his territory.This time from the North and the west. They of course headed in opposite directions. Nehemiah only had a few seconds to curse before he was notified of a third approaching force. He did not hesitate to link the appropriate scout. This time his heart sank. There were 300 approaching figures, but he quickly doubled that number. Hundreds of more cockroaches, ants, and spiders were headed his way. Each carried a rider. No wonder Amelia had overtaken him in the rankings. She had insect mounts. They were moving fast, so would likely arrive around the same time as the other two forces. It was a three pronged coordinated attack. Nehemiah cursed his stupidity. He should have bolstered his forces when he noticed a bunch of goblins rummaging around to the north, but there had not really been too many of them. Certainly, not enough for him to worry about. How could he have expected two more forces to be able to close on his dungeon without warning. The frogman had easily been able to move through the swamp undetected, and the insects were likely just outrunning any scouts that had noticed them. If it were not for the posted sentries on the bluff he would have likely never known about them before they hit him. Amelia had hidden so many secrets, and he had been overconfident in his ability to have forewarning on an impending attack. Nehemiah did what he could to focus his efforts to hunt down the cockroaches. It was all he could do. If he was able to use his MP. The attack would still fail. Amelia¡¯s whole attack was based on her ability to keep him from doing so. However, she was not even waiting for Nehemiah to fully take down one of the cockroaches. Anytime it looked certain that the last remaining roach could be taken down another roach or two would enter, each time from slightly different directions. It was clear his enemy was pretty good at estimating the range of his territory. Nehemiah had been hoping for them to misjudge, but they never did. Two hours and just over twenty cockroaches later, Nehemiah had a unit blow a horn to recall the troops. He had failed. The armies were too close now. It would be better to get his defenses in place, and give his units a bit of rest. Nehemiah looked for what he could do to improve his odds. All he came up with was paying a premium to outfit more units with better weapons. Regardless, of the outcome of the battle he would take a serious loss, spending tens of thousands of his MP to buy metal weapons at a premium, but right now survival was more important. Iron weapons would make a world of difference in the upcoming battle. Nehemiah had finished two level 2 techs, Dungeon features II and magic Energy production II and was currently working on metal casting. He knew what a difference metal weapons could make, but had been more worried about securing his dungeon. Five floors might not be enough against all enemies. He had yet to be attacked from an alternate entrance by one of the true powerhouses, and the prospect frightened him although not quite to the extent he was now. Day 90: Mark Mark smiled when the enemy forces started to retreat back to their defenses. Amelia was practically dancing in excitement. Her repeated ¡®Yes¡¯s¡¯ came at an octave higher than her normal tone. ¡°Alright, alright settle down.¡± Mark said before snapping new orders to his units. He currently had one of the goblin patrols, a patrol of green goblins riding roaches, and the frogman linked. The coordination had worked out pretty well. He had always planned for the cavalry to reach the valley last, but had lost direct contact with them when his linked roach patrol snuck toward the dungeon the night before. Now they were linking back up, 22 of the green goblins now mountless. They would have to join the other 370 goblins on foot. Mark had put in a lot of work over the last week to make this attack possible. He had generously bribed harpies to heavily scout the area, and to continue to scout the area and report back to his two goblin forces. Despite his efforts, Nehemiah likely had seen the goblin army, or at least part of them. Mark had them split into their 10 smaller patrols and move into position. A harpy helped coordinate between his linked patrol and the rest. Luckily, it seemed Nehemiah had not gauged Mark¡¯s true intent, and even if he had he likely would not have made any moves immediately. Afterall the frogman could pop up out of the swamp practically on his doorstep and the calvary had covered an alarming amount of distance two nights ago. Rested for a full 24 hours and then emerged and quickly started their march this morning. Still his forces would likely not be enough if Nehemiah was able to bolster his ranks prior to the actual battle. There was no telling how much MP the guy was sitting on. Mark had not wanted to overly delay the attack, so had only given himself five days to build an army. It had cost just about 80,000 MP to build 5 additional patrols, 10 red hobgoblin spiritualists, 200 roach calvary, 50 fire ants, and 25 spiders. The spiders and ants all had legionnaire warriors as riders, 50 of which he had already built a couple weeks ago. Mark had not been able to get everything accomplished that he wanted. He had chosen not to use the mount class to save cost. Otherwise he would have had to wait an additional day, and he had wanted to unlock the second level of mage class, so that his spiritualist could be more powerful. But doing that would have required two more days. His spiritualists would have to make do at level 1. He could always have them train at the barracks later, once he had unlocked the second level of mage class. Regardless, Mark had fielded an impressive army using about seven days worth of MP. He already had some units, and had eaten into their reserve a bit. But they should be fine Already they were back up to 38,581 MP, and Mark had summoned five new patrols to take the place of the ones he had taken. Nehemiah had a defensive advantage and who knows how many floors in his dungeon, but Mark liked their chances. All of the stronger goblins were outfitted in enchanted items, and archers had a whole lot of enchanted arrows. Not to mention they had the numerical advantage¡­ At least on the surface. Mark took his time to arrange his forces. The spiders and ants had carried extra provisions including a handful of extra goblins. While they had eaten through most of their food they still had enough for the day. There might be a few things that Nehemiah could do during that time, but giving his units a rest and allowing them to eat a little would be far more beneficial than any detriment the pause could bring. The rest of the food and provisions would be set aside. Hopefully, his forces would succeed and they could recover them. The pause turned into an hour, as Mark decided exactly what he wanted to do. Chapter 36: Day 90 The woods echoed with goblin drums. Mark could only imagine how intimidating it would be for Nehemiah¡¯s forces. Nehemiah himself could take a god¡¯s eye view, but for his forces they would just hear the ominous drums as their enemies slowly emerged from the forest. Mark shrugged the thought aside. The psychological aspect seemed to only be in play as a part of the morale feature. Unless they were heavily outnumbered or had no hope of winning the morale did not seem to be affected overly much. The goblin footmen and frogmen would lead the charge. The goblins had all reached the fanatical state with the aide of the war drums. They looked more ready for battle than Mark had ever seen. Even a quick check of the frogman¡¯s morale showed that their morale had risen. Whether it was an effect of the drums or that morale was contagious Mark did not know. Regardless, the army was ready. The drums reached a crescendo before stopping abruptly all at once. The goblins roared and charged forward. The drums began again with a slightly quicker tempo, as if to match the running goblins. The drummers fell in behind jogging after as they beat their drums, and slowly fell further and further behind matching pace with the slower frogmen, but the goblin intensity did not drop. The mounted units gave them a bit before starting their own charge. They would come out from behind and slam into the defenses on both sides of the infantry. Nehemiah had two earthen walls, the smaller one containing the dungeon entrance and other buildings in the center, with the outer wall concentric around it. Both were made up of mud and wood. It seemed Nehemiah had used wood to create the framework, so that the wall would hold up better. Mark could see wooden knobs sticking out periodically. It was not a bad idea, better than the packed earth they were using. Rickety wooden towers were scattered along the whole perimeter of both walls, although only the towers facing the attacking army were actually manned. Nehemiah had seemingly gone for quantity and not quality. Each tower held a handful of kobold archers and mages. Mark felt that if he were to zoom in, it was likely they would sway as the occupants shifted their weight. It would not diminish the threat they would pose, but they would go down easily. Unfortunately, their troops would be running through mud the whole way. It was a clear day, but it had rained most of the last month. It should not cause too many problems for their army since the goblins were barefoot they should be fairly sure footed unless they hit a bad patch or tried pivoting in a different direction. The mounts would likely be perfectly fine. It was all flat land, save for the hundreds of tree stumps, which meant there would be no cover and the defenders in the towers would get to send plenty of volleys their way. All the goblin corporals and above had shields, leaving only the green goblins to their luck. The first volleys started at around 600 feet away. Most of the arrows fell short, but a few went down. The numbers only increased as the goblins closed on the wall. With a couple of volleys every hundred feet or so the green goblin counter started ticking down. Still the numbers were not terrible till the last few volleys. Knowing what to look for, now Mark noted the faint aurora of the arrows as the archers released. A wave of enchanted arrows flew straight down at the goblins. Each impact resulted in a chorus of small explosions around the point of impact, like little firecrackers popping off all around their targets. The target and those around them were all affected. The shields did not help too much against the enchantments. Instead wooden splinters were sent into those around the shield bearer along with the exploding pockets that erupted directly on one of the goblins'' flesh. It likely would not have been too effective against extremely strong units, but against the low vitality goblins it was brutal. Whole swaths of them were maimed. With two volleys of these firecracker arrows only two thirds of the goblin infantry ended up reaching the wall. The rest lie dead, dying, or wounded in the mud, but the goblins were not the first to reach the wall. The roach cavalry that was cutting in from both sides had far outpaced the other mounted units. A couple hundred feet out from the wall they all leapt mid run into the air. Their wings buzzed as they sailed toward and quickly over the crude earthen wall, overtaking the infantry. Not a single roach fell to arrows outside the wall including the few firecracker arrows that redirected their way, hitting almost point blank, although several had legs and large chucks blown off. A good dozen green goblin riders got caught in the blasts and ended up either blown off entirely or had their dead bodies stuck on the saddle flopping back and forth as the cockroaches moved.. The roach cavalry immediately engaged the horde of defenders inside of the walls. Clicking mandibles soon were attacking kobold and lizardmen flesh. The green goblins struck out with their spears at enemies that approached from the flanks. Neither the roaches or the goblins were particularly deadly, but they were a good distraction since there were 180 of them. The roaches were difficult to kill. Even after receiving a seemingly critical blow they would fight on. On top of the green goblins adding a measure of support the roach cavalry would easily be able to hold out and lock down a good portion of the defenders. The goblin infantry were quickly scrambling up the walls next. Powerful lizardmen had concentrated at this point in the wall, and easily repelled them. However it did not take long for the goblin archers and mages to get set up. Piercing arrows duplicated in the air wiping out whole swaths of defenders manning the wall, or sailed further into the fort, hopefully finding another target. Once ten seconds passed fireballs lanced out at the offending archer towers. One after another they lit up like beacons. The kobolds on top either jumped or were blown off the tower. The resistance against the attacking force quickly buckled and goblin and the now arriving frogman started to make their way up and over the mud wall. Around the same time the ants and spiders poured in from the sides. The outer wall had fallen in just under a minute. Still half the goblin infantry would never cross the wall. Several more volleys of those firecracker arrows had devastated their ranks, but they were the only force that had suffered serious losses. Less than a dozen of the roaches had gone down in the opening minute, not including their riders who were dying at a far greater rate, and the ant and spider forces had not been touched. The frogman had only suffered dozens of casualties from archers who had shifted aim to them before their towers went up. The melee inside the wall was fierce.. Less than a hundred kobolds and lizardmen had perished despite losing the outer wall. The cavalry units were keeping 80% of the defenders occupied, but the remaining 20% were able to hold off the trickle of goblins and frogmen coming up and over the walls. Not all of the defending mages and archers had been in the towers, and some of those that had recovered after falling off their tower were able to rejoin the fight. Still Mark was certain their side would come out on top. He could already see the momentum shifting in their favor. Goblin archers had made it over the wall. Enchanted arrows were now streaking across the battlefield. The goblin archers were aiming for clumps of defenders, but were not overly concerned if some of their attacks resulted in a bit of friendly fire. The battle would not last long at this rate, but their casualties would definitely be pretty high. After the majority of the defenders in the area were taken care of, attackers free from opponents started to shift their focus to the second wall. There simply were not enough enemies to keep them all occupied. A group of a dozen roaches were the first to strike out toward the dungeon¡¯s center. ¡°Crap,¡± Mark muttered, noticing the contraptions on a platform facing the approaching roaches. Kobolds were working levers to get the trajectory right. Mark could not recall what they were called, but knew what they could do. Seconds later hundreds of black bolts streaked out from the two contractions creating a wall of metal darts. The roaches could survive a lot, but even they were torn to pieces by the darts that hit like sledgehammers punching in and all the way through their bodies. Only two on the outer edge survived the barrage, and they each had several holes leaking a greenish amber liquid. The kobolds immediately got to work to reload the contraption. ¡°How did they get their hands on that,¡± Amelia protested. ¡°The unique reward?¡± Mark shook his head. He had no idea. One thing he did know was that he wanted to claim them once the battle was over, and they were not the only thing he had his eyes on. Surely there were a couple of those unfired firecracker arrows somewhere out there. Perhaps he could reverse engineer how to do the inscription. Another wave of uncontested attackers started making their way toward the center wall. This wave consisted of all three types of the creepy crawlies, and there were more than two dozen of them. More than half even had their riders. The dart launchers fired again into the attackers, instantly killing half the roaches, all of the ants, and every single one of the riders. Two of the three spiders, however, were able to continue on. One had lost several of its legs and they both had quite a few new holes in their body spewing black blood. The two spiders continued forward along with eight roaches. There were about a hundred defenders inside the second wall, but they were unable to stop the insects that skittered right over as soon as they reached the wall. Fireballs lanced out the two large arachnids, along with a dozen firecracker arrows. One spider immediately went down its legs closing together as the body slammed to the earth. The second spider lost two more legs to a fireball, and had dozens of gashes open up across its body. Still the spider continued on. Mark was loving the spiders. They were basically walking tanks. They could take a lot of damage, and like the roaches they were difficult to kill. Still this spider would not be long for this world. It was heavily wounded and more attacks were sure to follow, but the spider seemed determined to make its contribution. The spider lashed out at the two dart launching contraptions much to Marks¡¯ annoyance. It was too wounded to move and go after anything else, and had identified these two boxes as something to be dealt with. There were no defenders to stop it. The kobolds had jumped off the platform when the waves of heat from the fireballs swept over them, and the other defenders turned their attention to the eight roaches that were already in their midst. ¡°So much for that idea,¡± Mark sighed as the spider fangs and remaining front legs worked to dismantle and crush the two devices. Amelia patted him on the back, likely understanding what he had been hoping for. Other than the darts the boxes appeared to be entirely made of wood, and what looked like bamboo for the hundreds of dart tubes, and it appeared to be pneumatic, but since Mark doubted that compressed gasses were in use, he could only guess they were fired using manna. No way he would be able to reverse engineer that, if the interface even let him. Perhaps they could build equipment like that if they unlocked the intricate design or siege weapons tech. The roaches and spider were soon dealt with, but more attackers were already flowing their way. They would lose a lot more units, but the defenders would be overrun soon, all in a matter of about 20 minutes. Not too bad, enchanted weapons and fantically charged units made for a quick battle. Once the fight was over, Mark ordered for the units to ensure that all surviving enemies were dealt with. It was quite easy for the creepy crawlies to locate and finish the job. Mark sent the goblins to scavenge the enemy buildings or gear that could be of use, especially the enchanted arrows. If they could steal inscription pamphlets, it would be even better than the arrows themselves. He had the frogmen deal with collecting and treating their wounded. The goblins did not care much for one another so the frogmen were the right choice for the job. If you discover this tale on Amazon, be aware that it has been unlawfully taken from Royal Road. Please report it. There was no reason to hurry. Mark would rather get it all now, than chance what would occur once the dungeon was conquered. It was possible that bodies and equipment would disappear quite quickly. After all the conquered dungeon sites he had seen had not shown a scrap of what had been there previously. Regardless of the dungeon assaults outcome, Mark would ensure that he got at least one prize out of this whole ordeal. The enchanted arrows could be sent back with the spiritualists who had no reason to go into the dungeon since they needed time to fuse with their spirits. Hopefully it was a mute point and their armies were victorious. Then they could all head back together. Hundreds of goblins and frogmen had survived the battle. Well over a hundred of the creepy crawlies had survived the fight including 18 spiders. The ants had fared the worst, being reduced to a ten, a fifth of their original number. The ant''s defenses were not as strong as the other two types. Perhaps they were not the best open field cavalry units. However, were extremely strong for their size. Perhaps if they were armored or were protected better¡­ Regardless, Mark could not imagine his force would not be enough to take down Nehemiah¡¯s dungeon. Unfortunately, looting the enemy dungeon¡¯s buildings turned out to be hopeless. Mark guessed that would easily break the game balance since contenders would not even have to finish off a dungeon to raid their research building if they were able to get finished research, but hope was not entirely lost. The goblins were able to find quite a few of the unfired firecracker arrows among the bodies. In total they took nearly two hours to secure things before the forces began organizing to enter the dungeon. It would actually be their first time to enter an opponent¡¯s dungeon, so Mark was a little interested to see what other contenders were up to with their designs. They had located several alternate entrances thanks to the harpies'' help, but Mark had decided to forego assaulting them for now. They just did not have the elite units required to successfully adventure. Attacking a dungeon before he was sure they could potentially wipe it out would only allow the dungeon to get a spawner, and would be a waste of resources. However this assault would be different. Hundreds of their units would enter and force their way through. The roaches would lead the way. Several dozen of the critters swept into the ethereal door and out the other side. What greeted them was a hail of arrows. The first floor defenders were making their stand in the very first room. They stood on top of a cliff hundred feet in the air, hundreds of feet away. One stone ramp led diagonally from the bottom left all the way up to the top on the right. The ramp was the only surface of the wall that was not sheer face. It was the only path up, unless they could fly. The roaches instantly honed in on the ramps entrance, since at best they could get a little over ten feet in the air with the little glide thing they did. Only one roach fell during the volleys of arrows before they made it to the ramp. The rest started up. The archers had changed tactics. Soon heavy stones were hurtling down to crash on the ramp below. Plenty of the roaches were hit. Several were either killed or seriously disabled. However the majority of the rocks only caused glancing blows, which the roaches shrugged off as they continued forward. Mark even saw one take a roach''s leg clean off, but the roach hardly missed a step. Amelia gasped when she saw them preparing their next move. A group of kobolds were rolling a large boulder up to the top of the ramp. Mark glanced at the ramp. The edge was tapered to keep the boulder from easily tumbling over the side. It was a seemingly inescapable death trap. Far better than the rolling pin they used on their own first floor, and there were a dozen more large boulders for the defenders to keep it going. In theory it would keep attackers from reaching the top until the defenders ran out of boulders, which Mark was sure the interface kept them from having too many. However it was cockroaches they were going against. The rock started down, reaching the first roach in seconds. The roach squished into the corner between the round boulder and the straight cliff wall. The boulder passed right over the roach seemingly doing little to no damage. The roach was only hindered a couple moments before it continued on. Most of the roaches followed suit. Only a few were crushed or were knocked off the edge of the ramp as they tried to avoid. The defenders were preparing to get a second boulder lined up, but they would never get the chance to send it down. The foremost roaches emerged from behind the cliff face and immediately engaged. The defenders were forced to abandon using their trap, and they drew their stone tomahawks to fight. The battle did not last too long. The floor had been built early in the game, so the defenders were not overly powerful. ¡°Never thought I¡¯d be so happy to see cockroaches be so difficult to kill,¡± Amelia remarked. ¡°Yeah, they make great dungeon scouts. Difficult for traps or archers to kill. Too bad they are too weak to use as adventurers. Although we could probably send a couple waves of them to deal with the lower floors,¡± Mark said. There was not much left of the first floor. Nehemiah had used most of the floor on the opening chamber. The second and third floors were far more drawn out. Lots of tunnels filled with traps. Luckily, the roaches were hardly affected by anything besides pitfalls and collapsing ceiling traps. Each of those traps might get one or two roaches, but the rest would just continue on. The defenders were kobold lords. The pinnacle unit for the kobold branch with a power rating of 1.5, but they fell quickly under a relentless wave of roach mandibles. Both floors fell in relatively quick succession. The roach army continued on. There had been 92 upon entering the dungeon, but that number had been reduced by half over the first three floors. A pretty good trade for conquering three floors in Mark¡¯s opinion, but the smooth sailing was over. The roaches poured out into the final chamber of the fourth floor to be met with a wave of flames. The last room was styled to be like a castle gate siege. A chasm cut across the center of the room. One long draw bridge spanned the chasm leading through open gates. Above the gates were a dozen kobold mages and archers. Below the gates were the rest of the defenders, lizardmen totting large wooden shields and cudgels. They were not alone. Two groups of spawner creatures were just visible including 25 pygmy skeletons and a dozen orc regulars. It was the first spawner creatures they had seen. Nehemiah had apparently built four floors before being attacked for the first time. Mark stopped the attack as soon as he could. The roaches would not fare well in a battle like this where the approach was limited and they would have to break past a solid wall of defenders without being able to flank them. It only took Mark a minute to restructure his forces before beginning the assault anew. Goblin and frogman infantry led the charge. Dozens were instantly incinerated or torn apart by the firework arrows, but there were instantly more to take their place as the goblin war drums beat from the room beyond. The attackers poured across the bridge before slamming into a solid wall of lizardmen shields. Goblins soon clumped up and some on the outer edge lost their balance and went tumbling into the abyss. By their own strength they would never be able to get through the lizardmen, but that was not the point. They were just fodder to keep the enemy busy. The real attack came back from their side of the chasm. The goblin archers and mages set themselves up. The kobold archers and mages zeroed in on them recognizing them as the true threat, but there were four ranged attackers for every one of them. Piercing arrows and magic bolts streaked out with the former duplicating in the air. Half went towards the kobolds on the wall who promptly ducked. The other half rained onto the tightly grouped lizardmen and spawned creatures on the draw bridge with devastating effect. The orcs and lizardman along with some of the goblins were cut to pieces by the concentrated volley, many of the arrows pierced right through the wooden shields and into their defenders. A quick second volley finished the job. This time the goblins and frogmen infantry hit the deck to avoid being hit from behind. Almost all of the orcs had been killed and only about 10 lizardmen had made it through, but most were heavily wounded. The infantry sprang back up and slammed into the battered defenders quickly sweeping past the few survivors to the practically untouched pygmies that had been in the back as reserves. Not a single one had fallen to arrows, which made sense, since they were mostly bone. It was definitely a reminder that their seemingly unstoppable double enchanted arrows would not be the answer in every situation. Mark would need to come up with measures against all types of enemies. The kobolds and pygmies fought on, wiping out the remainder of the goblin infantry since they were faster than the frogman and had been in the front of the attack. Nearly fifty frogmen had survived the battle. It was not too much of a loss. They still had about four dozen archers and a half a dozen mages along with a good 70 of the different cavalry units. Unfortunately, the floor guardian room exit led to another floor and not to the core room. Mark and Amelia both started to feel antsy. They had hoped the fourth floor was the final hurdle. Regardless, it was doubtful that Nehemiah could have a sixth floor this early in the battle. The fifth floor proved to be newly built. The roaches leading the way did not run into a single trap. However what met them at the end was a truly intimidating force. Around thirty defenders were arrayed to confront them. Only a small portion of the defenders looked native to the dungeon, five kobold mages and eight lizardmen. The rest looked to be a sponsorship reward and five skeletal knights likely from a spawner like the one they had on their own third floor.. There were two groups of six sponsorship units. One was a group of rock golems with a 3.7 power rating. The second group was group of red fiends with a power rating of 3.6. It was quite high for sponsorship rewards, even for what they had seen from Nicholas Holt who only had units up to the mid 3¡¯s. It was like all of the defenders had their power ratings arbitrarily raised. The skeletal knights were the only ones seemingly unaffected with power ratings of 2.8. Mark did not get much of a chance to size up the enemy forces. The enemy actually charged down the inclined slope. Likely they did not want the goblin archers to be able to set up. A hodgepodge of attackers rose up from the room¡¯s entrance to meet the defenders, but they were swept away as the defenders quickly surrounded the tunnel entrance, leaving only a small breach into the room that was more like a kill zone. The attackers got bunched up in the tunnel unable to allow more than a trickle of a few units at a time.. The defenders were leagues above any of the attackers, and they had the tunnel exit boxed in. it would be difficult for the far weaker attackers to be able to do anything. If this continued they would only be killed one by one as they exited. Mark quickly shouted some orders through the link. Instead of pulling back their forces, Mark had the spider cavalry pass right overhead as the units before them ducked and tried not to get crushed underneath. The ants and what was left of the roaches filled in behind them. Mark watched as the last frogmen were ineffectually put down. There was only a moment pause as the flow from the tunnel stopped. Then seconds later spiders began pouring through the opening. One immediately curled up on itself as it took several fire bolts to the face. The rest slammed into the semicircle of defenders, and despite the power rating disparity they opened some space. Roaches and ants immediately filled in the gaps between the bigger creatures. The few still with riders worked furiously to protect their mounts. Mark watched the spider counter start ticking down quite quickly. In half a minute only half of the 18 spiders were left. By the time that minute finished, they had been reduced to three. Similarly there were very few roaches and fire ants left, but they had done their job, pulling all the enemies'' attack and widening the space. The cavalry had created the space and the goblin archers and mages would do the rest. Piercing arrows punched right through everything but the skeletal knights and the rock golems. The end of the battle consisted of the lone defenders trying to fight off a dozen enemies a piece. They lasted longer and killed more attackers than Mark had expected or liked, but they fell in the end. The last holdouts were the rock golems. Each took a barrage of concentrated arrow fire among dozens of hits from the other various units to bring down. They were highly survivable, but were too slow to be able to whittle down the attackers and make a difference. Still At this point they hardly even had an army left, perhaps about 50 units in total, and most of them were archers or mages. If Nehemiah had a sixth floor, then the entire battle would likely end in failure, but what greeted their units was a dome like room with a shining blue sphere atop a pedestal. It was the core room. A lone figure stood on the opposite side of the room. Mark would have thought he was Greek or Italian, if they were back on earth. Curly hair and tanned skin with a prominently bridged nose. Mark only saw him for a bit before his forces moved in and destroyed the dungeon core. Nehemiah did not move, watching resolutely until the core exploded into hundreds of pieces and his body collapsed to the floor. Only a moment later their tactical screen flashed. The dungeon had disappeared along with everything belonging to the dungeon. It was all gone. The attackers had been deposited unceremoniously on the surface on top of the swath of mud that indicated where the dungeon had once existed. Only 4 mounds of coal were left. It was a good thing they had looted before entering the dungeon. Not even a body remained. [Notice: Contender, Nehemiah Rourk, has been eliminated by another contender. Contender has been given a unique reward. Contenders remaining 19/35] Chapter 37: Day 90 A second notice indicated that the special reward would be offered in an hour. An associated counter appeared on their homepage already ticking down from 60 minutes. Mark felt an intense hollow feeling seemingly coming from his core, but he pushed it down. It was not too late in the day. In total there were around 103 surviving goblin and frogmen units including the wounded who did not enter the dungeon. The mounted units had all entered the dungeon regardless of wounds. The last of them had been finished off on the fifth floor. Of the 103 surviving units probably only around three quarters of them would be able to make it back. Except for the 10 spiritualists and a majority of the archers and mages, few were not wounded. Many of the survivors who had not entered the dungeon had open craters on their body where the firecracker enchantments had erupted their flesh. Mark chided himself. Not for being callous about the loss of life or their hardship, but the MP they represented and the extra time it would take for them to get back. A healer would probably offer more than he would expect in battle, but he definitely needed to ensure they had one post battle. Mark gave orders for the survivors to sort through the loot they had collected. Due to the wounded and the lack of mounts they would not be able to carry too much of it back, so they could ditch the enchanted gear that they could easily remake. He had been counting on some of the spiders to be able to haul a lot of supplies back, but now they would only bring back what the goblins would personally carry. Since they would have to forage for the multi day trip back, they could not be heavily loaded down. They would still have to cross many various streams that had formed during the last month, which would be a task in and of itself. Of course the survivors could pick through the equipment and pick what they wanted for themselves. It was perhaps the green goblins one chance to get such good equipment and many immediately started sifting through the piles they had previously collected. As far as enemy loot, the firecracker arrows were what Mark mainly wanted. Although they had collected some leather armor from enemy units that had an enchantment as well. They could bring back a handful of them as well. Perhaps it was a new enchantment. Worst case, it was one they had and Mark could see someone else¡¯s take. Mark gave the survivors two hours to rest and accomplish their given tasks. Then they would set out. Without mounts, the trip would likely take 2 to 3 days normally for the indirect route Mark would have them take to stay well away from Mareth¡¯s dungeon, but it would likely take another couple days due to the wounded and since they would have to ford streams and forage along the way. Overall, they had gained a lot from the battle, and that was without even considering the unique reward and the potential enchantments they could obtain. The 10 spiritualists had all maxed out their capacity. But the experience itself was not insubstantial. Mark had a deeper understanding of the creepy crawlies strengths and weaknesses. During the battle he had already started to think of how best to utilize them going forward. The battle had highlighted some strengths and revealed some flaws. It had already been clear that their enchantments were one of their greatest strengths. That notion had been cemented further. Without their enchanted arrows they would not have won, but it was also clear how dangerous they could be when used against them. So far this was the first battle where they had faced an enemy with equipment beyond the standard loadouts. The pygmies, skeletal knights, and rock golems had also rung home the fact that dangers of overspecialization. The pygmies were weak so their forces were able to kill them in nearly a one unit for one unit exchange, but the later two, they had only been able to purely overwhelm those unit types with far greater numbers. It took dozens or even hundreds of hits to whittle them down. What would happen when they had entire armies of less susceptible units like the rock golems or high level undead. Unfortunately, they only had a few enchantments that multiplied the damage of a ranged attack. The piercing enchantment would not be very effective against either type. The other enchantment still in progress was the flame enchantment, but it would likely not be as effective against both types either. For now, the only effective countermeasure Mark could think to use was building the powerful units of their own, but that would still be basically a unit for unit trade in a fight. Hopefully, he could find something to give them an edge when fighting nonliving units in the future. But the battle also revealed the strengths of versatility. The creepy crawlies had quickly made the opponent¡¯s earthen walls practically obsolete, saving a lot of effort. Mark had somewhat disregarded the flower branch units while focusing on their dungeon¡¯s strengths and working towards progression, but they were similar to the nonliving unit types. Perhaps they would be less susceptible to certain attacks like the firecracker arrows. At the very least, they should be a good way to shore up weaknesses. However, one of the most important takeaways was that Mark needed to once again restructure their forces. Up to this point, he had been embedding all of the archers into his military organizational structure, but in actual battle the ranged units separated from their patrols. This battle had made it very obvious how inefficient it was. Perhaps it would work for a patrol sent out by itself to scout, but not for an army. In the future he would separate the units better, although he would still leave red hobgoblin lieutenants in the infantry. For one, they would provide leadership. Second it would not hurt to have a dedicated mage for each patrol. Mark¡¯s thoughts eventually shifted back to what he had been avoiding. He could still picture Nehemiah''s regretful expression before his body collapsed lifeless. It was not an overly gruesome death. It was closer to a robot powering down than someone dying. Mark was not overly distraught by it. The guy had tried to assassinate Amelia and almost killed them both, but he knew it would still haunt him. Perhaps he should not have watched after confirming that they had entered the core room. Nehemiah¡¯s final expression was etched in his memory. Somewhere deep down, every one of the contenders probably pictured themselves coming out on top, despite the statistical probability stating otherwise. While only one contender would emerge victorious, Mark had never dwelt on anything but their own survival and winning, but each dungeon they conquered meant crushing the dreams and hopes of someone else. Someone who had their own friends and family, or even people from the same nation, who were also hoping for the improbable. For Mark, that was worse than the actual deed of killing someone he had never met, that did not necessarily deserve it. After all, they were all fighting to save themselves. But how many millions of people in the Arcadian realm, had Mark just disappointed? How many hopes had he crushed? How many people¡¯s ire had he just drawn. It was not a lightweight he felt. Perhaps it was just politics for the elite and powerful. Better to sacrifice a few representatives than risk millions in war when opposite stances pushed for open conflict. But for the average layman they would still have national pride and the hope of having a leader that truly represented them. A leader that would prioritize their nation and interests. Amelia also sat by quietly as the counter ticked down for their unique reward. She probably was feeling the weight as well, despite not being in the driver¡¯s seat actively making the decisions. She noticed his glance and gave Mark a weak smile. A moment later she grabbed his hand. Despite the somber mood, Mark felt a momentary burst of heat before he quelled it down. Whatever, this would not change things. Mark would continue to strive for victory. He would anyway, even if it was just himself, but even more so. He did not want Amelia¡¯s future to be cut short. Regardless, of whether it was them or another contender conquering a dungeon, dreams would be crushed. The sinking feeling was still there, but there was also a firm wall of determination to push forward. The unique reward was not the next notification the two received, however. Another annoying notice popped up while they still had a matter of minutes to go. [Notice: The don¡¯t fight like a wuss patch has now been made on the interface. Going forward, contenders will no longer be able to arbitrarily prevent opponents from summoning units for extended periods of time without the intent of battle. The restriction on a defending contender¡¯s interface can be lifted at the current manager¡¯s discretion.] Find this and other great novels on the author''s preferred platform. Support original creators! Mark and Amelia could not help but laugh. This was only the second patch that had been made during the succession battle, and both had been the result of their efforts. To be honest, it was more than a bit annoying. Mark had thought it was a good idea to defeat a dungeon with far less effort. It was a valid strategy as far as he was concerned. Pulling it off was not necessarily easy, but evidently the creators wanted dungeons to be able to fight at their best. Slightly goes against the ability they had given to Nehemiah for him to be able to infiltrate dungeons covertly. Which almost led to Mark and Amelia¡¯s downfall, without them being able to put up a fight, and probably was what happened to Crassius. The hypocrisy of it¡­ Mark could not begin to fathom. It made Mark wonder whether the creators would be making these patches if it was one of the major factions taking advantage of the rules. Probably not, he decided. Still the patch did break the tension they had been feeling. Mark could grumble about the likely favoritism of the creators later. They both seemingly realized they were still holding hands and both withdrew at a round the same point. Luckily, the counter was almost done so Mark at least did not feel awkward for long. [Unique Reward: Choose between one of the three options
  1. Take the money and run.
  2. Free requirement pass
  3. Double the trouble
Time remaining 60:00] Mark¡¯s eyes widened. They were actually actually able to make the final decision between three options the creators had graced them with. Mark had expected to just be given something like they had for the unique locations they had discovered for their research lab special feature. Luckily, each of the options came with brief descriptions. The take the money and run option simply gave them an extra 1,000 MP every day. Getting more MP would always be nice. An extra 1,000 MP a day would add up overtime, but when it came down to it, it was only increasing their MP by just over 6% based on their current daily production. At best, Mark did not anticipate getting more than a handful of unique rewards over the course of the battle. Was increasing their daily production worth passing up another unique opportunity. Mark guessed he would see as he moved on to the next option. The free requirement pass actually unlocked a single unit. A Thrash bear with a power rating of 1.2. By itself that would not have been too impressive. Mark likely would have immediately dismissed it. It was not too powerful, nor did it offer much that the creepy crawly branch could not accomplish. However, seemingly, the real purpose of the reward was to unlock the combination unit that having the bear would provide. A bugbear with a 2.2 power rating was a far more appetizing reward. They would not even have to pay to unlock the units. The double the trouble option offered a unique branch, Gremlins. Mark would have been excited if when he used the encyclopedia, it did not classify them as a unique beast branch and goblinoid pets. ¡°Ehehehe,¡± Mark sarcastically laughed. ¡°What are you thinking?¡± Amelia inquired after a bit. Her expression was neutral. None of the options made either of them overly excited. ¡°I¡¯m thinking our creator, overlords, are wanting us to get more goblinoid creatures. They might as well have named both the second and third options doubling down. Only other option is to take the daily MP pittance,¡± Mark huffed sarcastically. ¡°Uh¡­ okay. I thought you would have liked the MP option at the very least,¡± Amelia shrugged. Mark ran his fingers through his hair. ¡°The MP option is not terrible, but it would be semi waste of a unique reward in my opinion. Right now it would give us a 6% increase to our daily MP production. Once we unlock settlements II, or move on to dungeon level 3¡­ Well, I suppose you could look at it as us being able to buy one extra level 2 unit a day. Not a real game changer.¡± ¡°And going for the double trouble option would decrease our chances of being able to go for one of the level 2 humanoid branches even further,¡± Amelia added. It was true. Another 50% branch cost increase would take the giant and troll options all the way to 675,000 MP. by the time they got to that point they would be feeling the pressure to move up to dungeon level 3 for 1 million MP. ¡°Exactly, it would give us a lot more unit options, but things that can be considered pets of the goblins¡­ Can¡¯t imagine that they would be overly impressive. Probably get a bunch of level one creatures and only one or two level two¡¯s if we get level two¡¯s at all. I remain skeptical.¡± ¡°I highly doubt there would not be a single level 2 option. Surely they would not give us a completely obsolete branch,¡± Amelia stated. It was clear she was not defending the idea, but was just stating what she believed. ¡°I suppose¡­ Still I think I would like to go with the second option. Right now our main strength is our inscriptions, which the bugbears can make good use of. I don¡¯t think adding more beasts will really give us much. Which we would be getting the bear anyways,¡± Mark concluded. ¡°I think we have decided then¡­ Unless you want to reconsider the MP option,¡± Amelia said. ¡°Nope, second option it is,¡± Mark said, selecting the option before they could change their mind. At the very least the bugbear promised to be a step better than a brute orc. The encyclopedia classified them as a distant cousin of the goblins, but much stronger and hairier. They would not be able to produce a full army with them due to MP and capacity restriction, but an elite group of shock troops would be a welcome addition. Day 90: Cynthia Her client going on the warpath was a fairly big surprise to both her and would be for the population at large when the next episode that would air tomorrow. The feature she had been working on would also have to undergo some changes. The couple angle was not the only thing she could push forward with. They might still not be expected to make it into the finals, but they would likely move up even further in the next rankings. Top ten was not impossible if the contender¡¯s holding down the lower spots did not do something impressive in the next few weeks. More importantly, conquering a dungeon would get more people talking about them. Nehemiah¡¯s dungeon had garnered some interest since he was the only contender unveiling the game map. Not to mention his specialization was giving a constant reward for every percentage he unveiled. There had been a lot of speculation on what he would receive for hitting 100%. The last big reward he had received was the reward for hitting 75%, and that reward had almost saved him since it added 20% to all of the defender¡¯s power rating for a chosen floor, which he had used on the fifth floor. Cynthia had not been sure how the battle would turn out. Luckily, Nehemiah had not got the level 5 package which could give a half dozen units with up to a 3.5 power rating. The two level 4 packages he had used were only level 4 limiting their power rating down to 3.0. Regardless, it had been too close. The unique rewards were not too impressive, but were not surprising for Cynthia. They all had gotten the option of getting a daily MP increase although it had been 500 MP for level 1 dungeons. The other options usually were given to increase the strength and identity in a certain area. In just the northwest dungeon group. Crassius got the weekly military medals giving a 25% power rating boost and the military academy that could train 24 units bimonthly. Nehemiah had gotten the covert outpost which he could use as a forward operating base to increase his mapping speed. There were a few exceptions, but they generally happened for contenders that had already played heavily in one area like the number 1 beast master had. He had also gotten a branch on the plant tree, although his had not been a unique branch. Unsurprisingly, the number one had been given the most expensive plant tree option available for a level 1 dungeon, the tree branch. It was a powerful defensive branch which the beast master had been lacking in. Now that he had reached level 2, it would also be a powerful offensive branch since it added a treant which hit the very limit of a level 2 dungeon at a 2.9 power rating. Conversely, the gremlin branch her client had passed over only had two level 2 options, with the strongest only hitting 2.6. She had been glad they had passed that one up. She had been slightly worried Mark¡¯s aversion to goblins would lead him to going with the MP option, which so far not a single contender had gone with. But in the end, Mark was a logically driven person, so he had come to a rational conclusion. Increasing capability was generally more beneficial than getting a minute increase in MP. Mark and Amelia needed to keep going strong with their inscriptions. The bugbear would be a significant upgrade to their strongest 1.2 power rating legionnaires. With a higher base power rating the enchanted gear and class boosts would raise their power rating twice as much as they did for the legionnaires or red hobgoblins. The Arachne had an even higher power rating, but it would not play as well with troop formations as far as Cynthia could tell. Luckily, Mark seemed to be under the right impression for that option, and was already planning to treat it more like a beast than something to add to the main army. Still they had their work cut out for them now. They would definitely not be underestimated now. The creators had made a patch to prevent the same strategy from working, not that it would anyways with the nearby dungeons. Mareth had instantly bolstered her forces having actually witnessed the attack, and Gale¡¯s dungeon would always be a tough nut to crack being located in the middle of a swamp and all. Chapter 38: Day 93 Khondur, the Kobold leader, stepped out into the edge of the torchlight. Mark and the accompanying reds flinched slightly in surprise despite Mark having been following the kobolds progress on his tactical map. Unit wise Khondur was a kobold lord which had a base power rating of 1.5, but like Cedrick Khondur was all the way up in the mid 2¡¯s at 2.6. To either side of the five foot walking reptilian were a pair kobold mystics, another top tier unit type in the strict kobold caste system. Following close behind was their own goblin scouting party. It was the first time that Mark had actually met the Kobold leader. It was slightly disconcerting facing the three kobolds, especially after the last time he had almost died facing one. It did not help that it was still dark outside, sunset several hours away. The kobolds spent most of their time underground, so preferred not to be out in the daytime. Mark had Nasal and two reds by his side, but he could easily die if things came to a fight. Not that Mark expected for things to go that way. They already had an established relationship and this meeting was mainly to offer the kobolds more benefits, namely access to the dungeons'' magical mine. ¡°Ssssoooo, this is the magical mine,¡± Khondur said stepping further into the torchlight, emanating from the torches held by the reds to both sides of Mark. The flickering torches reflected as yellow glows on the creature''s eyes. ¡°Correct, this is the magical mine that will exist as long as our dungeon remains. The entrance leads into a subspace that we believe should be free from dangers. Well external threats, doesn¡¯t mean shaft cannot cave in or something,¡± Mark said. It would not hurt to emphasize that their continued existence was a precursor for the mine¡¯s existence. ¡°Haek, haek, haek¡­¡± The kobold made a gutter cough like noise. Mark could only assume it was its laugh. ¡°A sssshaft will only cave in if we want it to,¡± Khondur said dismissively. ¡°Can you proove, that the mine containsss sssspecial minerals and other ressscourssse that are difficult to find outsssside?¡± Mark shared the entry on the interface detailing the types of resources that could be found in the mine. The reptile''s eyes shifted. Good, it appeared the creature could read. Also like Cedrick and the other gnomes, the kobold leader was quick to accept the game-like function. ¡°Very well, we are interessssted,¡± Khondur said, smiling waving a hand as if to brush the screen away. Mark dismissed it. Well, Mark thought the leader was smiling. It was hard to tell, since the reptilian''s teeth were always visible. The gums just had receded slightly more making them very prominent. ¡°Good follow me, I will show you inside,¡± Mark said, turning. It only took them a minute to precede through the entrance and into the antechamber. ¡°Now this wall,¡± Mark said pointing to the right untouched wall. ¡°Will be by your side. Just imagine the wall plane extending out and don¡¯t break it. The gnomes and goblins have already started with this in mind.¡± ¡°Haek, haek, haek.. You don¡¯t have to worry about thingsss from our sssside. We would never make a missstake like that. Our tunnelsss are alwaysss well mapped out. I would worry about your ssside of thingssss¡± Khondur said giving the already started tunnels a disapproving glance. ¡°Okay this hole in the middle is a void hole. Any refuse or materials you do not want can be dumped down endlessly. Just don¡¯t fall in.¡± Mark said, pointing to the swirling purple vortex. ¡°Interesssting,¡± was Khondur¡¯s reply. ¡°Just outside is our dungeon¡¯s forge, which the kobolds are welcome to use. Our workers will mainly be using it during the daytime anyways. Other than that, I think we just need to talk about querying stones to protect the mine and the percentage of our take,¡± Mark said, rubbing his hands together. The kobold leader gave a toothy smile in return. The negotiations did not go nearly as smoothly as they had with Cedrick. The kobold¡¯s were not apt to handing over anything shiny, gems or precious minerals like gold or silver. They also would be unwilling to hand over any higher tier metals that they might find. Lesser materials like iron or copper the kobolds would hand over everything over what they needed directly, and Mark was able to get a promise to receive 50% of any base essence the kobolds might find although Mark was not entirely sure that the kobolds would disclose if they had found anything additional. They were definitely less trustworthy than the gnomes. Mark had a sneaking suspicion the reptilians would hand over just enough to keep the piece. But while frustrated, Mark could not be upset with the deal. It was basically free labor, and Mark did not have to give up anything. The deal ensured they had another source of strategic resources like iron, which hopefully, with their own mining efforts they could meet all their basic resource needs. More importantly, the Kobolds agreed to query stone for them. A sort of tax for the kobolds. Each kobold in the mine would be expected to produce a daily quota of five blocks according to Marks specifications. For this, Mark could enforce since they could keep track of how many kobolds entered and were in their mine at any given time. It was semi skirting the rules, but nothing popped up from the interface to directly prevent it. Still Mark was worried about a patch, so it was best to keep from broadcasting the fact that they were querying stone before having finished the masonry tech. Hopefully, people will overlook and not notice it. The battle managers could not see every little thing that was happening. As far as the design, it was Mark¡¯s own. Was it perfectly structurally sound¡­ probably not, at least not to modern civic engineering standards. But it was likely better than what people in the middle ages could put together, and some of theirs had stood for hundreds of years. Mark only needed for the fortress to hold together for a handful of years. The kobolds would maintain custody of the stone blocks until they had finished up with the tech. Then the kobolds would be responsible for bringing them and all future stone blocks to the surface. Since there could potentially be up to or more than a hundred kobolds in the mine. They would quickly add up to meet the need for the tens of thousands of blocks they would need to build their fortress. Khondur departed immediately after their deal was struck. Likely the kobold leader had an entrance to their tunnels somewhere close to their dungeon and would be able to be underground before daybreak in another hour or so. It was slightly alarming that there could be miles and miles of tunnels everywhere in the surrounding area, but Mark did not expect an attack from the kobolds so it did not matter overly much. Still Mark at least gleaned promises from the lizard that they would inform them of any forces that attempted to approach them from the underground. When asking how far and where there tunnels led to, or whether they led to Mareths dungeon. Mark had just been given a ¡°Perhapssss,¡± in response. It was not a bad thought, moving an army all the way to another dungeon¡¯s doorstep so as not to let them make any preparations. It was perhaps the only way to make that happen after the last patch¡­ Well, unless they got flying units in the future. Regardless, it was clear that another dungeon would not fall so easily in the future. Mareth was surely aware that it had been Mark and Amelia that had conquered Nehemiah¡¯s dungeon, and made preparations despite the patch. She had more than doubled her forces immediately after they had wiped out Nehemiah. The additional troops included level 2 units which much to Mark''s annoyance included big stone golems just like the ones they had encountered in Nehemiah¡¯s dungeon. They also apparently included Jack-o-lanterns. Scarecrows with pumpkins for heads. Which sounded fairly cool, except for the fact that they would be even more deadly and vicious than the creepers had been. Mark paused briefly at their forge. A large single story building with a gravel floor instead of wood like the others. It included a variety of features including three different furnaces, a half dozen anvils, several tool and work benches, and stools and other basic furniture. The gnomes were still working on the well that would provide water for drinking and various forge uses. In total a good 20 people could work comfortably in the forge at a time. One furnace was located in a not fully enclosed lean to portion of the building abutting the main building. This was the blast furnace and would be used to extract iron or other metals from ore. The smelting process would produce usable metal that could be then taken into the inside furnace . After being placed in a crucible, the ore would then be melted down and poured into clay casts that could be made in the opposing lean to part of the building. The other lean to included the third furnace or kiln that would be used as required for the clay molds. Overall the forge would produce metal weapons, but notably not the steel weapons that Mark was more accustomed with seeing. Likely, it was a level 3 dungeon tech, they would get in the future provided they lasted that long. The forge had practically sprang into existence in a matter of days. The gnomes had given it their full attention. Still there would be another day or two till it would be fully completed. Which was just as well, so far the gnome foreman overseeing the goblins mining efforts had found nothing but rock. They currently only had two shafts that were progressing at 10 feet a day straight out from the antechamber, which only put them about 50 feet long at this point. They would continue on straight out and make smaller tunnels to branch off these tunnels to look for resources. Eventually they would make a second lower level and then a third, keeping them extremely organized. Ensure your favorite authors get the support they deserve. Read this novel on Royal Road. Right now, Mark just had the goblin patrols alternating in and out of work, but soon he would need to devote some serious manpower to the mines if he wanted them to get anywhere. Since they would likely have at least half a day warning before they were attacked, they could hopefully still pull out most of their units to fight and defend the dungeon. Once they had the masonry tech they would begin building the fortress. If Mark could make an unassailable fortress they could at least never lose the battle as long as adventurers could not conquer their dungeon, but it also depended on how many levels the dungeon could be upgraded. The first era would have been the whole hunter/gatherer/stone age era. Now they were basically moving into the bronze age. Level 3 would be more like medieval times. Would level 4 be an industrial revolution? Mark laughed at the thought of goblins carrying rifles. Perhaps if contenders survived long enough they would have tanks and aircraft, but Mark did not feel that it was too likely. What was the purpose of power ratings if technology got to the point where a weak unit could easily kill something so much more powerful. Mark somewhat doubted that near modern weapons would ever make an entrance in the game. Not to mention they were already down to 19 contenders. Likely that number would drop substantially before they even hit level 3. Mark had wasted enough time meandering about the mine and forge with the two reds quietly following, serving as his guards. By the time he reached the settlement the sunlight was already touching their now completed tower. The light red clay tiles that served as the building''s roof blazed in the sunlight. It was a bit annoying that they had just completed it, and were already gearing up the next project that would render it obsolete, but Mark guessed that was the way of progress. Mark would be lying if he said he was not looking forward to seeing things progress. A half year from now, who knows perhaps he would be looking out from the inside of their fortress as the sun rose out from behind the plateau. Mark stayed there and just watched. There was not a whole lot going on. No new projects. The gnomes would finish the research building basement in another couple of weeks. The goblins were now working purely in the mines, other than the researchers and crafters. After the battle the only thing Mark had done was to perform some class unlocks. He unlocked swordsmen up to level 2, their limit until they pushed the warrior class up to level 3. Unlocking the first two levels of the advanced class only cost 12,000 MP. The rate was double what it was to unlock the warrior class for each of the same levels: 1,000 MP and 5,000 MP. Mark would unlock the third warrior class eventually, but first he had spent the 25,000 MP to unlock the second level of mage class. The spiritualists had captured their capacity¡¯s worth during the last attack, but there was no reason that they could not level up their class once Mark unlocked the prerequisite mage class. Mark currently had the 10 spiritualists at the barracks working to upgrade their class. Along with the first 24 bugbears, who he had started as level 1 swordsmen. They were currently only sitting at around 23,000 MP after the expenditures, but they were for the purpose of strengthening their units. So it was not like they were leaving themselves over exposed, although they were currently a little vulnerable. They would not be able to defend the surface with what they had. Mark would end up having to rely on their dungeon to eat through what survived of an attacking army. Would it be enough? Probably not, but it was not too terrible of a risk at present. Level 2 was still fresh for most dungeons, so they should have some time before vast armies once again became a threat. Regardless, Mark thought the future looked bright.
Bugbear (1/45) Swordsmen lvl 1 (recruit) Power lvl: 2.5 Morale: 50 (content)
Strength 16 Attack: 5 Defense: 3
Endurance 15 Abilities/Skills
Agility 10
Vitality 12
Intelligence 10
Wisdom 10
The bugbear lvl 1 swordsmen were already at a 2.5 power rating at the recruit experience level. Which with the barracks could improve both their level and their experience in a matter of weeks bringing them up to 3.1. Mark could only build 45 of them for now, but there were the other level 2 unit options as well. As for these 24 bugbears, they would serve as the third floor¡¯s defenders. Mark had decided to go with four bugbear mages for the dungeon since they had about the same intelligence and wisdom as the reds and after they became defenders they would not count against their capacity. Worst comes to worst, they would be able to fight hand to hand a lot better than the reds could. Dragon was a force to be reckoned with, but adventuring parties would only be getting stronger. Both the number 3 and number 4 had already seen what their dungeon had to offer, 25 3.1 and 2.9 power rating bugbears could definitely make a difference in keeping pressure off Dragon. They already had 64 DP, so could build the fourth floor immediately after filling up the defender positions. Mark did not have a line on another beast for a dungeon guardian, but perhaps they were moving away from that. They had a few other uses for the life essence and would only get more. Besides, dungeons could come up with ways to deal with the reanimated corpses, leaving a glaring weakness if that was all their dungeon depended on. There was no reason why they could not get one of their standard units up to a pretty high power rating with the available boosts. Nicholas Holt: Day 93 ¡°Jeeves!!!¡± Nick shouted. He only needed to wait a moment before the short bald butler dropped what he was doing, ran over, and snapped to attention. ¡°I¡¯m ready for my daily report.¡± ¡°Of course, young master,¡± Jeeves pulled out a notebook for reference. ¡°Since completing the magic energy production II and Settlement II techs, we have backfilled all of the level 1 techs as well as completed dungeon features II and metal casting. We are currently sitting at just over 70,000 MP. For special rewards we have 12, 3.6 power rating fiends and a group of six, 3.4 Cave bears. We have more than a dozen options for our next summoning in five days. Other than that, we currently sit at just over a thousand units. Of that only 30 of them are level 2. Half of them are currently in the mines, trying to find more gems or other resources. We have three essence projects underway, five enchantments, and 2 spell embuing process projects in the works.¡± The old man ended the report, putting his hands behind his back. A standard pose of the butlers indicating that he was completed with his tasks and awaiting further instructions. ¡°Hmm.. very good. Do you have any recommendation changes?¡± Nick said a blank expression on his face. ¡°No, sir we will save up MP for another couple of days. Then we build the next dungeon floor. Once we have filled a fifth dungeon floor we should be secure enough to focus on other matters. A couple of weeks worth should be enough time to unlock a sufficient number of unit upgrades. After that it would not take more than a month or two to conquer the other four surrounding dungeons, depending on their hidden measures and other expenditure requirements. According to my estimates we would need to build another floor or two to ensure our continued safety. Unless, you want to change your mind and push for dungeon level 3?¡± Jeeves said suggestively. They knew from prior intelligence that leveling up the dungeon again would increase the limit on the sponsorship feature. They were not quite sure what the new limit would be, but more reward packages would always work in the Holt family''s favor. There was definitely a reason for them to continue to push for advancement. They could hit one million MP within 2 months. It was Jeeves recommendation along with improving their defenses along the way in doing so, and to continue to ignore the surrounding dungeons. From there they could improve their production and backfill the level 2 Techs like they had for the level 1 techs. ¡°No, like I said. We cannot afford to advance too fast. If we get too far ahead you know we will become the main target of all the other dungeons. Once the intergame chat feature becomes available it would be a simple thing for them to all start working together against me. Besides, I would like to start getting some of these unique rewards we keep hearing about. If we wait too long the four nearby dungeons could fall to someone else,¡± Nick said, picking up a grape and inspecting it for a moment before plopping it in his mouth. Jeeves grimmaced. The intergame chat feature was something they had gleaned through their intelligence prior to the commencement of the battl. It was reportedly coming. Since it had not been unlocked for level 2 they could only anticipate it becoming available once someone hit level 3. Just like the sponsorship feature it might instantly become available to everyone, which took some of the edge off them having reached it first. The fact that the sponsorship feature had instantly become available to every dungeon was a matter of some frustration for them. It decreased the advantage they had sought to establish, but the chat feature could be extremely detrimental if they became public enemy number 1. Still Jeeves thought they should go for it. Even if the other dungeons supposedly made alliances they would all be shaky with the potential for backstabbing at any time. That was, except for the two republic contenders that would be working together for the good of their top candidate. With the increased distance between dungeons attacking across the surface would be long and arduous. The only worrying thought was coordinated dungeon assaults. Where dungeons had groups of adventurers constantly bombard a dungeon. It was impossible for now, but when dungeons had a dozen floors, likely every surviving contender would know of one entrance to each of the others. The battle managers would probably ensure it. With only five new floors per a dungeon level how could they possibly outlast such an assault with only 25 defenders per a floor. Dungeon features II had alleviated some of Jeeves'' concerns. In addition to allowing five new floors the tech had given them the potential to strengthen all of their floors including the ones that had already been locked from editing. Otherwise, Jeeves would have felt hopeless. Regardless, the decision was the young masters. Even if his decisions would likely lead to their deaths, Jeeve would have to follow. It was up to him to mitigate the risks for anything that the young master ordered. For one, the young master technically had more authority interface wise. He could restrict Jeeves abilities completely if he wanted to, but more concerning was that Jeeves would lose all credit for undertaking this dangerous mission. Worse case if things went South, Jeeves died alongside the young master and his family got taken care of as long as Jeeves faithfully fulfilled his duties. There was no doubt that his family would be taken care of if things went poorly. The Holt family would not renegade on that unless they had a reason to. No, they would ensure Jeeves¡¯ family''s position for a long time. Chapter 39: Day 95 Cedrick¡¯s building crew finished the forge late on Day 94. Surprisingly the gnomes worked far into the night to finish the project, putting off their end of the day drinking. Partly, because they would rather not have to get up early to work on the project, but the gnomes were also interested in the forge. Sure, they had one of their own, but it was all the way back in their village and not near the potential high quality resources that could come from the magic mine. As far as Mark could tell they did have access to an iron vein, but based on the various conversations he could infer that there was not a whole lot. Definitely, not enough for the gnome leader to feel he had enough to spare, so the gnomes were very interested in new sources. They were also eager to see what the special feature would be, and if they could take advantage of it. It did not disappoint. [Notice: Due to the nature of your Forge, forged items can take on properties from whatever liquid is used to quench the metal. Change to item qualities will be dependent on liquid used and equipment quality.] The special feature was a little ambiguous on what properties forged items would take, but there would surely be some benefits as long as they found the right liquids to use. There was an entire realm of possibilities for them to try. Of course, Mark¡¯s mind immediately went to their two liquid essence sources. The likely results of using them, Mark felt would be fairly straight forward. Life essence might be good for making weapons against undead, or adding a healing element to armor. The only downside was that they did not have too much life essence to use. Toxic essence would likely add something nasty to weapons causing poisoning or wounds to fester. Off hand, he imagined it would be a great effect to add to arrowheads since it would likely take some time for the affect to take effect. Of course, there would be other liquid sources for them to try. Mark¡¯s mind had flashed to some more ominous sources like blood or the coagulated sludge that came from the reanimated corpses. Perhaps they could even use potions that they had researched. They would have to try them all. Unfortunately, they still had not found too much ore from their mine. They had hit a vein of copper, but copper was not a great material by itself according to Cedrick. It was too malleable. It made sense to Mark there was a reason that the bronze age in human history was more well known than the copper age. To make bronze they would need to find tin as well to make the bronze alloy. Could they combine metals to make an alloy? Mark was uncertain. It seemed like something the interface might prevent till an appropriate level 3 tech was researched. It was what it was. The goblins were working to extract the copper ore as well as extend their other shafts. The kobolds had not found anything yet, but it was not unexpected since they had really only been at work at it for one day. Although, Mark would say they were making remarkable progress. A couple dozen kobolds had already started and were making quick work. They had four small tunnels in their allotted wall and were quickly deepening them out, and this was just the initial crew. They were working to create some room for the hundred plus kobolds that would be coming in a day or so. Soon there would be a literal maze of tunnels expanding out from the mine¡¯s right wall. Two research projects had also finished on Day 94 including a healing potion and the rock skin pill essence project. Both were welcome additions, expanding their capabilities. Both projects also promised to get them into their new apothecary that had not really seen any use as of yet. Before that they had only the poison and manna recovery projects that were not really game changers. Luckily, Mark had an easy answer for manning the apothecary. There were four red hobgoblin survivors from their latest attack. Mark formed a seventh patrol around one of them, along with two surviving legionnaires and the 23 green goblins, using MP to fill out the patrol with the rest of the required units. The other three surviving reds could work in the apothecary, joining the 30 reds he already had set aside to work as researchers (25) and crafters (5). Their auxiliary unit total was growing, although the 33 reds could be utilized as the mages that they were in a pinch. Perhaps, today he would try his own hand at alchemy. Hopefully, he could be better at it than inscribing. Other than the looted gear, they had not gotten any new inscriptions recently, so there was not much Mark could do to improve their enchantments for now. As far as the loot went, Mark had already settled it. The defensive inscriptions they had brought back were indeed products from the same enchantment that they already had. The designs were worse than his own, so Mark had dismissed them. The firecracker arrows were of course new. With a little help from Crouse, Mark found that they could indeed replicate them. Unfortunately, they were stuck with the one design that they had found on the kobold arrows. Any additions or changes Mark tried to make based on his inscription knowledge from other enchantments ended in disaster, arrow shafts exploding in his face. It was not exactly something new. Mark had attempted to combine principles from various enchantments before, and had been met with the same results. It was almost like the interface, was working to prevent the incorporation of inscription methods between enchantment projects. Maybe they needed another tech? Or maybe it would always be impossible, being the interface''s way of keeping contenders from effectively researching their own projects outside of the research lab. Regardless, they were now able to reproduce the firecracker arrows, although they were having difficulty getting the inscription to go past average quality. In fact a majority of the ones they had found were actually of below average quality. It was likely due to a limit in the design. It would still be useful, however not content to accept the limit Mark had handed over a few of the arrows to the research lab. Perhaps they could serve as a good source of inspiration, to enable them to unlock the full enchantment themselves. Meanwhile, they would still make use of the firecracker arrows. As long as they could hit average quality the interference would not be enough to prevent them from adding it onto an arrow along with the duplicate arrow enchantment. Instead of three duplicates created, there were only two, but it was still pretty good. The explosions were still on the weaker side, but they would be effective against weak units and for getting past shields. However, they would still be limited in use. They would splinter wooden shields, but likely would do far less against metal shields and armor. Which is what progress was moving them into. Not to mention, Mark was unsure how they would do against constructs or undead. They would likely be better than the piercing enchantment, but Mark was doubtful whether the surface level explosions would cause debilitating damage against constructs or undead. Mark set the thought aside as he saw Amelia approaching with a contingent of the entrance guard. Today they would unlock all four level 1 units from the plant branch. It was possible that they would offer a solution to dealing with undead or constructs. After all, the plant tree was almost the symbolic opposite of the undead tree since plants were usually associated with life. It was also possible that they could be effective against constructs, although Mark thought it was far less likely. Perhaps, the entire thought process was a stretch, but Mark needed to tell himself something. Amelia was insisting for them to unlock the units, citing that it would basically only take one day¡¯s worth of MP production to do so. Mark had still wanted to focus on other things before switching focus on their beast and plant branches. He wanted to push for Settlements II to increase MP production. Then of course their was the seemingly irresistible lure of unlocking higher classes. If they unlocked warrior 3 and the corresponding swordsmen advance classes, their units would get another 15% power rating boost. He was also more inclined to start with the beast bloodline options or unlock some more level 2 unit options and not start down an entirely new path. Basically, he wanted everything including the flower branch units, he just wanted the other things more since they promised a quicker return. ¡°You don¡¯t have to look so sour. It will only delay your plans by a day,¡± Amelia said, taking place beside him. ¡°We should just dip down below 100,000 MP if we unlock all four options.¡± She was right. They were sitting at 115,281, and would only need 15,500 to unlock all four units. ¡°Fine,¡± Mark sighed. ¡°You can do the honors.¡± ¡°Very well,¡± she replied with a hmpff. A second later they were 500 MP poorer and had a new unit. Amelia built a sample unit a moment later for 50 MP.
Wild Lily 1 (1/625) (conscript) Power lvl: 0.4 Morale: 50 (content)
Strength 3 Attack: 1 Defense: 0
Endurance 8 Abilities/Skills
Agility 6
Vitality 8
Intelligence 3
Wisdom 4
A case of content theft: this narrative is not rightfully on Amazon; if you spot it, report the violation. The wild lily was the base unit for the flower branch. The unit stood about 4 feet tall, although its pink petals spread out making it look slightly bigger. The body or stem was narrow and green with leaf slits that could unfurl and act as arms, or function like green blades. The unit could morph all its roots together into knobbed furniture like legs or could use them to dig into the ground. At first Mark had felt that they had entirely been duped. The lily did not appear that dangerous, but instead looked very flimsy and vulnerable. It meant he was caught completely off guard when the lily attacked a tree at Amelia¡¯s behest. The lily leapt into the air twisting its body. The petals and green sleeve leaves formed dual saws that created gashes on the tree''s trunk. The lily could keep up the attack hitting the tree at different angles. Its run speed was not great, but it looked like in combat they would be pretty mobile. After a few more tests the lily could also took root, although it was far from stationary. Its stem was highly flexible allowing it to whip back and forth and attack any height for which the flower could reach. It was an unusual fighting style that would definitely be surprising in battle. Mark would easily see it matching a handful of the weaker goblin types. After a few minutes, Amelia unlocked the next unit, daisy.
Daisy 1 (1/312) (conscript) Power lvl: 0.8 Morale: 50 (content)
Strength 4 Attack: 2 Defense: 0
Endurance 9 Abilities/Skills
Agility 9 Petal Storm
Vitality 12
Intelligence 4
Wisdom 5
The daisy was five feet tall with the standard white petals and yellow face that Mark would have expected. Similar to the lily, the daisy had a long green stem body sitting on a pile of roots that could form into legs. The green sleeves that served as the unit¡¯s arms had far greater reach. Mark could easily see the daisy standing toe to toe against a swordsman, but it was a special ability that really attracted his focus. A demonstration of the ability resulted in the daisy spinning its yellow head showering a tree truck with its white petal knife-like missiles. The trunk was left with a good 20 petals jutting out of it. The petals had stiffened to be as hard as metal. It was a small storm of violence, that Mark had not expected nor could he believe since it promised to be overly effective for a 0.8 power rating unit, until he noticed that the daisy¡¯s vitality had dropped significantly with all of its petals gone. Having blown its load and sensing that Mark and Amelia were done with it, the daisy took root into the ground. It was a common feature of the branch. The flowers needed to take root in the earth like regular units needed to sleep. Doing so would allow them to heal and regain their energy. Likely the daisy could regrow its petals if given long enough restoring its vitality. The petal storm was an exceptional attack, but each unit would only be able to do it once in battle, after which they would be basically useless until they were given a chance to recover. They would have to figure out the limits of these units. How long could they go without needing to take root? How long would it take to recover?
Snap Dragon 1 (1/208) (conscript) Power lvl: 1.2 Morale: 48 (content)
Strength 9 Attack: 4 Defense: 1
Endurance 11 Abilities/Skills
Agility 9
Vitality 14
Intelligence 5
Wisdom 6
The snapdragon was exactly what Mark had first pictured when receiving the class. It had a red bulbous head that resembled the plant from any of the Mario games. Except this plant did not grow out of pipes. Instead it stood atop an even larger mass of roots than the lily or daisy, and its head was more dragon shaped. It was filled with what looked like actual rotted teeth dripping saliva, Mark would have expected from any crocodile or well¡­ dragon. Two thick leafy tentacles detached from the stem to serve as ape-like arms, when the unit was not planted in the ground. They would allow the unit to move quicker and to support its oversized head. They did not need a demonstration of this unit¡¯s attack. The stem was more than double the thickness when compared to the other two units.
Creeping Ivy 1 (1/156) (conscript) Power lvl: 1.6 Morale: 50 (content)
Strength 11 Attack: 3 Defense: 3
Endurance 10 Abilities/Skills
Agility 11 Sedative poison
Vitality 16
Intelligence 7
Wisdom 8
The creeping ivy unit had been the only one that Mark had had difficulty picturing before they summoned it. The rest looked about like what he had expected. The creepy ivy on the other hand looked like a 4 foot tall bush, with ivy like leaves and blue flowers covering its exterior. But after Amelia ordered it to attack a tree the bush exploded. Whip like appendages covered in the leaves burst out securing the tree in a dozen coils. More tentacles whipped through the air striking the truck, easily chipping off bark and creating gashes in the trunk. The underlying body of the creeping ivy unit was a cord of thin brown flexible tentacles that the unit could also use for movement. Mark was surprised to find that it was the small blue flowers scattered across the vines that could pump in a sedative like poison reducing enemies strength. Of course it had not affect against its current opponent, the tree, but it would be promising against living unit types. ¡°What do you think?¡± Amelia said watching the unit continue to attack the tree. ¡°Well I don¡¯t think we should put one next to our other units in battle. It is not overly destructive, but its binding capabilities are something else,¡± Mark said amidst the endless barrage of lashings. ¡°Maybe a good defensive unit to put at the bottom of our wall,¡± Amelia remarked. ¡°That''s... actually not a bad idea,¡± Mark said. A line of them would be effective at delaying an opposing force. ¡°It was worth it to unlock them, then..?¡± Amelia said, flashing him a smug smile. ¡°Yes, they will definitely be useful,¡± Mark said, rolling his eyes. He had always been going to unlock them. He had just wanted other things first. ¡°So what do you want to do next? Watch a movie?¡± Mark gave her a look. ¡°It¡¯s eight in the morning, shouldn¡¯t we do something productive first?¡± ¡°Fine,¡± Amelia sighed, interlocking arms with him. ¡°I can kick your butt at inscriptions again. Mark paused for a second ordering the flower units deeper into the trees. No sense in making their new units obvious, although they had not exactly been discrete about it this morning. Enemy scouts might have observed them. ¡°Come on,¡± Amelia said, pulling him back toward the settlement. ¡°I¡¯m coming,¡± Mark said, allowing himself to be dragged back. Mark was kind of getting used to the uptick in physical contact. It had been a bit surprising at first. Mark had egotistically thought the girl was falling for his charm. It was always nice to be desired after all, even if there was no intention of returning the feelings. Which Mark most definitely would not¡­ well for now. But overtime as the rush of hormones settled down, Mark started to notice that the hugs, the handholding, etcetera.... All seemed to be more forced than actual manifestations of desire. So why was the girl forcing herself to do it? Mark did not really need to think too hard about it. After noticing that something was strange it did not take him long to think back to when she had first started doing it. The pats on the forearm and excited hugs all started abruptly at the beginning of the third month. Right after she had commandeered the chat feature with their PR representative, Cynthia. The damn brat was doing things at Cynthia¡¯s direction for publicity sake. The realization deflated his ego as quickly as it had inflated. In an instant Mark had gone from feeling like a champ to a chump, but it was not like she had broken his heart. Mark had just been annoyed by the scam, but now he was quite enjoying it. Of the two, Mark clearly had more relationship experience. He was not a Casanova, but had a couple girlfriends in high school and one in college. Not to mention the host of other girls that he had been on a date or two with. Amelia on the other hand¡­ likely had none. She had never said as much, but now he could tell from the awkwardness that he had initially mistaken it as a symptom of shyness. It might only be an act, but she was still new to it all. Now to him, she appeared more like a kid sneakily thinking she was getting away with something. It was rather cute. Even now, he could feel the girl¡¯s heart thumping away. It might be an act, but working up her courage to do it still got her heart pumping. Neither of them ever mentioned it. Mark felt it would be too awkward bringing it up, and it would kind of ruin the point of things if viewers caught that it was all an act. Amelia likely felt too embarrassed to bring it up. ¡°You know, It is kind of presumptuous of you to say that you are kicking my butt at inscriptions when you are using my designs,¡± Mark said, breaking the tension. He should be the bigger person and help the girl out. It definitely worked. ¡°Ha! Who should get more credit? The artist or the person who came up with the idea?¡± Amelia said triumphantly before adding. ¡°Besides, no one cares about who taught the artist. They just care about the person able to make something amazing.¡± ¡°Oh really,¡± Mark¡¯s eyes narrowed. ¡°How about we see who is better at alchemy then?¡± ¡°Challenging a woman, to something akin to cooking, are you? I think it is obvious what the outcome will be like.¡± Amelia said, raising her nose in the air. ¡°Ha! have you ever even actually cooked something before. Besides I''m sure there is slightly more to it than adding the right amount of the right ingredients," Mark replied. "Still going to kick your butt," Amelia said confidently. "Save it for when you are actually victorious,¡± Mark said playfully, shoving her away. ¡°Fine, it should not be too long from now,¡± Amelia said, pushing ahead. Mark moved to keep up. Chapter 40: Day 112 Despite Mark¡¯s concerns they made it to the third rankings day without an issue. However it was not as if the lull in the battle was still ongoing. Three more dungeons had fallen since their defeat of Nehemiah, bringing the total of surviving contenders down to 16. Two of the dungeons had been defeated in the last week. Based on harpy reports both Gale and Mareth had established their third settlements within the last week. Both dungeons had also bolstered their forces, including a good number of level 2 units. Gale was even starting to send scouting parties out of the swamp area. A first from the isolationist dungeon. All were indications that although things had been relatively quiet for several months other than their own attack on Nehemiah things were heating up below the surface. It was only a matter of time before they reached a point where things started boiling over. Dungeon level 3 would take a long time to reach even with the level 2 MP production increase. Now that the nearby dungeons had maximized their production for their current dungeon level, Mark expected that either could attack at any point. Not to be left behind, Mark had bought the Settlements II tech on day 110. As expected the tech allowed them to have a third outpost that could collect MP. It also allowed for the outposts to be upgraded to settlement, but since it cost 100,000 MP, Mark did not expect to do it anytime soon. Mark had of course had their next outpost site already secured. The location was the garden sanctuary their frogman had stumbled upon. A large recess in one of the cliff sides of the garden sanctuary was a walled, secluded garden of trees, flowers and a crystal clear water pool, that received light from a large fissure in the rock ceiling. Honestly, it was such a beautiful sight, Mark could easily picture a billionaire spending a fortune to secure such a site for an excluded second home. It was too bad the garden sanctuary probably would lose a lot of its luster once they moved in. The outpost building was rustic and kind of went with the secluded scene, but the frogmen units stationed there were already trampling down much of the natural vegetation. Black shades were already bustling back and forth to mine the seven mounds of coal. The mounds had a staggering amount of reserves, promising to last for a full three years. Far more than the 200 days their home base and Crassius¡¯ dungeon promised. Since the succession battle might not even last three more years, Mark was fairly confident that this site would be one they held for the rest of the game. On top of its beauty the garden sanctuary offered some passive benefits that made the sanctuary a promising base. [Notice: You have built an outpost in the garden sanctuary. The garden sanctuary is near a place abounding in life. Units will heal faster and will receive the benefits of staying in such a location to include an increased vitality and stamina.] It was not as great as Mark had at first thought. Units'' vitalities would quickly drop back to normal once they left the sanctuary. It was a promising advanced base. it would be easier to defend, but it would not be a useful tool to give their units a boost before sending them to attack. The units would lose the boost before they even reached Gale¡¯s new settlement that was also on the edge of the swampland about an hour away. There had been a semi-unspoken agreement of not attacking one another¡¯s outposts with Mareth for the last few months, and Gale had never ventured near their settlements. Losing a settlement would mean a decrease in MP production. Sure it would respawn, but it would take time. It would take even more time, if the attacker decided to occupy the outpost site until the owner could send a strong enough subjugation force. Hampering your opponents MP production was a valid way to start pulling ahead of them, but up till now Mark had not wanted to hit Mareth¡¯s settlement out of fear that she would soon retaliate stifling their own production. Neither side could afford to delay their progress, and neither side wanted to have to devote a large contingent to guard their outposts without delaying progress, but things would be different if things came to blows between their neighboring dungeons. In the end they were able to close out the fourth month with the stalemate continuing, but it was clear it was more of a cold war setting. All three dungeons were building their strength, so the upcoming clash would be that much more on a grander scale. They were currently sitting on just over hundred thousand MP for such an occasion, but the other side would likely send an army that cost even more. Still Mark had reached their goal of maximizing their MP production, which was up to 22,930 MP a day. The only way to increase it now would be to abandon coal mining at one of their sites for a more favorable one. Something he would consider if it would have a significant payoff. For now they would focus on other things. The remaining level 2 units and other upgrades could almost all be completed in a day. The other dungeons were bolstering their forces, so they could not fall behind. Bolstering their fighting strength would be their next focus, while their RP slowly unlocked more techs. They would have a couple of months until they would be truly secure. Masonry would be finished in another week and a half. Then they would be able to start on their fortress. Based on Gale¡¯s progress with doing the same, building a fortress in four or five months was not beyond the realm of possibility. Of course, the dungeon fortress was not the only one Mark had planned. The garden sanctuary would at least get a stone wall for defense. With such a limited entrance it would be pretty easy to hold. After finishing Masonry, Mark would start dedicating their RP towards unlocking dungeon features II. They could easily afford the fourth and final floor available to them since they were currently sitting at 115 DP, but they would need more floors in another month or two. Mark was fairly sure the third floor would hold for now, with the addition of the 24 bugbears, but getting more floors was definitely something they needed to work on. Once they had unlocked some more upgrades and level 2 units, they could man the fourth floor. Rankings would post soon. He was curious where they would fall but Mark was more looking forward to the completion of the research lab basement. He had long decided on what the next two focuses would be. The spell focus would increase the versatility of their mages. Currently, it seemed that mages only got the first two initial spells for level 1 and 2, although Mark knew they would pick up the magic lance at level 3. For the second focus, Mark was thinking embuing. Embuing would allow them to make magic items, weapons, and armor. Their magic mine had churned out a handful of gems over the last few weeks, which were the best for the embuing process. Magic items were far stronger than enchanted or inscribed items of the same type. The main difference was that the embuing process required higher quality materials. Mark could never equip a full army with magic equipment, like they were doing with enchantments, but he could create ultra powerful individual units. In addition to a couple gems, the mine and forge were proving their worth. The kobolds had found an iron vein in addition to some other lesser metals. The goblins, under the gnome''s guidance, were progressing far more slowly, but had also found the vein of tin they would need to combine with copper to make bronze. Unfortunately, it proved to be just a tease since like Mark expected they were not able to make various alloys of metal. Steel and bronze were still out of reach. The forge was already putting out copper or iron equipment. They were making some swords and knives, but mainly were focusing on arrowheads for the copper. The copper would dent out of shape far more easily, but that hardly mattered for their arrows that were single use, and copper arrowheads were better than stone. The iron supply was still limited, so it was better to save it for melee weapons and crude armor and helmets. Mark had of course quickly made use of their forges¡¯s special feature, quenching items in a variety of different liquids. The toxic and life essence worked about exactly as Mark had anticipated. Blood was interesting, but not particularly useful. They first used pig''s blood after draining one of the goblin¡¯s pigs. The resultant arrowheads would have increased lethality against pigs or similar beings. Which made Mark wonder if orcs were close enough for it to have an effect. Other bloods had the same effect, which meant they could potentially harvest the blood from fallen enemies to use for item creation¡­ It would be a lot of work for too little of a payout in Mark¡¯s opinion. The black sludge harvested from Winnie did not have the same effect. It did not make weapons better against the undead, but it did cause necrosis. Which would be useful in certain situations. Any amount of necrosis would fight a unit''s ability to regenerate. They had not really encountered anything with a high regeneration rate, but it was something they could potentially face in the future. It would be a hassle since he would have to collect it himself, but Mark would build a small stockpile for such an occasion. Overall though, Mark thought the special feature was not as game changing as he had first had thought. Still it was one more thing that would boost their strength. Stolen story; please report. Mark shifted his attention to the enchanting tab. Over the last three weeks they had researched three additional enchantments. Light and smoke were not too exciting, but they could be useful in certain situations. The flame enchantment on the other hand added a lot to their capability. Mark could picture all sorts of ways to use it, of course flame arrows were the biggest of priority. After all, one of their neighbors did have a bunch of units made of straw. The manna reserve project he was anticipating was still in the works as were a handful of brand new undefined projects. For their class projects, there was only one that would finish any day now. The goblin war hammer class. It was the best solution that Mark had for combating constructs and undead. Blunt force was the perfect way to deal with both. Unfortunately, the goblin units were on the weaker side, so Mark had quickly shifted away from blunt weapons as the opportunities came, but this class would be perfect for the much stronger bugbears. The tattooist class was only at 72%, so it would still take awhile. Only one other class was currently defined, the beast handler at 31%. They still only had the two essence projects completed. They had built a couple of vitality bombs and squirreled them away, but they were producing as many rock skin pills as they could. In fact Mark was currently working on one right now. The pill would drastically increase a unit''s natural defense for a period of time. The increase and duration were dependent on the pill¡¯s quality. There was only one non-combination project underway. Craft hardening was at 51%. Pharmacology only had four completed projects. Although they mainly focused on the healing potion and the newly finished vitality recovery potions. They had built up a decent stock of the eres rock manna recovery potions already, but the need just was not as strong since they only had so many mages. Mark wanted to get to the point that every elite unit carried a couple potions including the mages. The healing potion would restore their health. The vitality recovery potions would magically replenish blood loss and vigor, leading basically to a full recovery. On top of a couple of healers interspaced throughout their force, Mark could keep his units in the fight far longer. Mark allowed himself to dwell on their dungeon¡¯s prowess only a moment longer before his attention went back to the rock skin pill. It was an arduous process. Perhaps comparing it to cooking was not too far off. On top of the rock essence, the pill required a couple of various herbs that their scout teams were constantly tasked with finding. The research for the pill dictated the ingredients required and then gave a bunch of principals to take into account for the process, but it was not as simple as a clear set of instructions. Mark had to figure out the timing and what to do himself. Unfortunately, his process really only worked for himself. Too much was affected by the individual. Others could use his process as a reference but would have to make their own deviations to find a process that worked for them. A bunch of ingredients went into the little cauldron. In reality it was more than ten times the quantity that what would actually end up in the pill. During the process Mark would have to continually remove the waste materials as nutrients were pulled out of them, Mark used a small ladle and some manna to pull them out of the mixture. At other points Mark would work to push certain ingredients together. The process took nearly a full hour to complete, and only resulted with one rock skin pill. But the effort could not be said to be wasted. Even a poor quality rock skin pill increased a unit¡¯s defense by 2, and it went right up to 3 for a below average quality pill. Mark expected for the strength of the pill to continue to increase as the quality went up. He had a feeling there was no limit like there was for inscriptions or the potions. It was all based on his skill at the task. Unfortunately due to the large amount of time it required, Mark could only focus on the task for a few hours each day. Amelia on the other hand could not manage the process at all. She did not have the patience or focus that it would take. It was Mark¡¯s only win in the crafting house. Even potions required the manna manipulation that Amelia was far better than him at. Potion quality was highly based on its ingredients and how they were prepared. Manna manipulation could push the quality up only a few levels. The rare difficult to find ingredients would be what kept them from getting up to the artifact level easily. Each pamphlet contained a variety of different recipes using various ingredients. Still it was a marvel with how many ways they could increase a unit''s strength. Potentially, Mark would be able to give his units a greater defense with both inscriptions and this pill. Other inscriptions could increase the appropriate stats. Then if they unlocked the soak skill. A unit would pretty much be able to wade through a field of carnage. The bugbears had a natural defense of 3. Mark could easily see them tripling that number soon with the rock skin pill and a good quality vest. While the goblins could not produce a good quality vest, the gnomes could. The cost would be worthwhile for an elite troop. Mark carefully sifted the expended excess out of the boiling water. He would have to concentrate from here out. The three quarters of the process was relatively benign, but things happened pretty quickly near the end. Mark¡¯s ladle and manna went in and out of the mixture furiously, removing as much of the excess as possible. A few minutes later, Mark knew that he was done. Despite there still being plenty of impurities, Mark needed to move on to the forming part of the process. Mark used his manna to compress the ingredients together. He was able to remove a couple more impurities that had formed into large clumps inside the mixture, although he just used manna to throw them toward the edge of the cauldron while he worked on. A minute later, he brought out the finished pill with his ladle and smiled. He had completed his first rock skin pill of average quality. It would raise a unit''s defense by 4 points. The duration was 14 minutes. Which was not too bad. Maintaining the balance between defense increase and duration was a delicate dance. Mark had gotten a below average pill up to 4 points before, but the duration was only for 43 seconds. It was still potentially useful, but Mark had considered it more of a failure. It was the more common failure. Mark generally focused on maintaining the defense increase at all cost which would take its toll on its duration. Although the pamphlet said that the pill should have a duration of about 20 minutes, anything over ten met Mark¡¯s standard. Trial and error was a large part of the process. Mark used the principles of the pamphlet to come up with a process and then tweaked it based on the results. There were several methods he could use to affect the process. He could change the timing if different components were added. He could move certain components next to each other or separate them at various points, speeding up or delaying their reactions. Then he could increase the temperature. Although it was boiling water he could use manna to keep it pressurized raising the average temperature of the water. Mark had left this method alone. It would decrease the time it took to refine a pill, but in another line of thought it would decrease the amount of time that he could take to fish out the impurities and excess. Maybe some prodigy could mess with that type of method. Once Mark had a process ironed out he could almost guarantee the defensive quality of the pill, but the duration could still fluctuate plus or minus a couple of minutes based on his performance. This time he had pushed adding the eres rock back by another 30 seconds and impurities formed into larger clumps making it easier to fish them out. Still he likely would not be able to push adding the ingredient back too much more if at all before a more adverse effect started to occur. Mark set the pill aside. That would be it for the day. The rankings would post at 1800. It was just past 1700 now. A perfect amount of time for him to collect Amelia from the inscription side of the crafting house. Then they could prepare for dinner and the rankings. He would of course make sure to rub in his most recent success. Mark and Amelia had already finished eating when they got the notice detailing the completion of the research lab. [Notice: You have completed all available options for the core building, research lab. Daily RP has been increased by 1. Unique research class unlocked.] [Notice: You have unlocked the unique researcher class for the goblin branch, Mad scientist] Getting an additional RP a day was a definite boon, but they had to look up the mad scientist class in the encyclopedia. [Mad Scientist Class (non upgradeable): an individual with this class will get plus 25 points for intelligence and will act in accordance with their ever changing obsessions. Their creations have the potential to be game changing. Issue is that they will only ever make one, before their deranged mind moves to their next inadvisable project. Mad scientist requires a room of the research lab to use for their laboratory. Limit: only one unit may hold this class.] ¡°Uhhhh¡­ well it certainly sounds interesting,¡± Amelia said. Her eyes shifted to Mark to see what he thought about it. ¡°We will lose a focus¡­ but it will probably be worth it for the ¡°game changing creations¡± the class promises,¡± Mark said, thinking through it logically. ¡°Of course, we will just get whatever the guy comes up with¡­¡± Mark trailed off. ¡°I say we go with it, it sounds interesting,¡± Amelia said excitedly. Then her smile faltered but which of the two focuses would you give up¡­ Or would you want to change one of the ones we already have?¡± Mark sighed, in the minute that had passed since they had gotten the notification he had quickly thought through what he wanted to do. ¡°We will never give up enchanting. It is the strongest aspect of our dungeon. Specialized classes, I would not mind giving up at some point in the future. Although I definitely want to finish up the three in progress. Then we will see if the next ones sound as promising.¡± ¡°We could still use some more projects from the pharmacology focus, and the essence focus we will likely never give up. Of the two new focuses, I would rather give up the spell focus. The embuing focus just sounds too overpowered to give up. Besides we would not have any other use for the gems that are starting to turn up, but to embue them, well unless we wanted to trade to the kobolds for something.¡± ¡°Oh, I guess that makes sense. Ooooo! The rankings are out.¡± Amelia exclaimed. Both of them hurriedly scanned through the rankings. It only took them a second to find themselves. ¡°Wow we made it into the top ten!¡± Mark stared intently. They were in tenth place, sandwiched by Gale who was in ninth and Mareth who was in eleventh, but after studying the rankings for another moment Mark knew the placement was not exactly a vote of confidence. Twelfth through sixteenth were held by the other medium sized factions still remaining in the game including the former ninth and eighth place. It was almost as if they were falling down the rankings due to being on the chopping block by whatever stronger contender was near them. The reason Mareth and themselves were lower on the list was likely due to no strong dungeons being located nearby. The battle was shifting. Even Daniel Hale, the only other non major faction contender in the top ten had fallen down to second place, now behind Nicholas Holt. Other than that the major factions had held their places, except the republic contender, Leonard Boulevic, moving from tenth to seventh, and Gale moving into ninth. Chapter 41: day 112 Chapter 41: Day 112 Cynthia The battle was developing at a frightening pace over the last few weeks. Four dungeons had fallen since the last ranking. The only real surprise was her client knocking one out early in the month. An accomplishment that had perhaps helped them to stay above Mareth in the rankings. The weaker faction dungeons were starting to fall to the lower ranks. It made sense since the more powerful dungeons were starting to make their move. Predictably, Wren Wright, the only contender left in the northeast dungeon group, had been the next dungeon to fall. The other three contenders in the group were all major factions in the top ten, so Ms. Wright¡¯s fate had been long overdue. The next two dungeons to fall, both belonged to the southwest dungeon group, both had fallen victim to Nicholas Holt, who had just begun his conquest to clear his area. The other two dungeons left in his area had fallen in the rankings to 16th and 15th, despite one of them being ranked 8th in the last rankings. Experts were projecting that he would be the first to clear his dungeon group, taking down the last two remaining dungeons within the next month. Taking down the last two dungeons within a week had been enough to bring him up to first in the rankings. Conversely, the beastmaster who had held down the first place in the first two rankings had fallen to second. Simon Heath, the seventh rank from the magnum faction, had been able to hold the beastmaster off to a stalemate. Simon was clearly the weaker dungeon, but his defenses were enough to hold off the more powerful army. It was projected that he would be able to hold off for at least a couple more months. Simon had fallen to eight place, which was pretty generous considering that there were more indications that he would fall sooner than anyone in her clients dungeon group. But then again, he was from magnum. Despite them only having won the realm succession battle once, all of their contenders routinely made it far into the battles. It was not an accident that they were the only major faction with all three of their contenders still in the battle. Of course only one was likely to make it to the final four or five dungeons. Avery Kingston was perhaps the strongest contender with support equal to that of Nicholas Holt, but she was in the same grouping as Richard Lambert, the main contender from the republic. It was a foregone conclusion that the contender that the republic focuses on would make it to the end. Jack Wynham, the other contender from Magnum was likely going to make it the farthest. The Southeast dungeon group was the only group with five contenders still remaining. Although except for Leonard Boulevic the other contender from the republic, all three were ranked 12th through 14th. Jack and Leonard would supposedly gobble up the weaker dungeons. Then Leonard would likely play a stall game with Jack, while sending aid North to aid Richard Lambert in his conquests. All of that being considered, Richard Lambert was actually a bit lackluster for being the top Republic contender. Sure he had to contend with the fifth and sixth place holders, but he had as of yet not done anything of note. Avery Kingston, Derrick Blackwell, and Richard were all fighting each other vigorously in a bunch of mini skirmishes. Each of them had difficulty establishing and holding off onto secondary and tertiary resource outposts. The result was that all three of them were frequently losing out in daily resource production. It was the likely reason that Richard had not moved up in the rankings. Regardless, her client was in a decent position. Neither of the two dungeons nearby could easily conquer them in the near term. Then there was the fact that they had breached the top ten. Sure they were only in tenth place, but a minor faction making it into the top ten was far from the norm. Only one other had accomplished the feat in the prior eight battles. The post ranking talk shows were all noting that fact. The talk surrounding the last few rankings had mainly been focused on the beastmaster. A medium faction contender being ranked number one was far more newsworthy than Amelia cracking into the top ten, but since Daniel hale had failed to deliver anything of note in the last two months, the hype on him was beginning to wane. He would likely be one of the five final dungeons, but most experts still projected for him to end up in fourth or fifth place. The special Cynthia had put out had garnered a lot of attention for Amelia as well. Several potential sponsors had even reached out to Cynthia, but they had held off on actually pledging any support. Hopefully, the amount of coverage Amelia was getting now would get them off the fence. They might not make it to the end, but most projections had Amelia¡¯s dungeon at least surviving another 2 or 3 months. Mareth: Day 112 Mareth¡¯s eyes shifted up and down the rankings. Eleventh was not too bad. All of the major faction contenders were above her, but most of the others were below her. She sifted through the five contenders above her. Was it a true representative of her strength or did viewers just not think that she would be eliminated anytime soon? Probably the latter, Mareth grimmaced. Her eyes shifted down to the name below her, Amelia Crowwell, the youngest contender in the battle. To be honest, Mareth was a little irked to have the young girl from Altaire above her in the rankings. What was the highest ranking someone from Altaire had reached sometime before this? The twenties? At best the high teens? If Mareth was not a part of this battle, she would likely even cheer the young girl on, but Mareth was a part of the battle. She could not help but be annoyed that the girl was ranked higher than her. It was a testament from the viewers. In the showdown, between them the viewers were voting that Amelia would come out on top, and the showdown was coming, Mareth had no doubt. Gale was focusing on her defenses, content to let the battle go on all around her. She would have to fight it out with Amelia, before even considering challenging the swamp fortress. All the while, Gale could sit back watching, content to send a force at the most inopportune time to mop up whomever survived. The stalemate between herself and Amelia could not last. Mareth had not scouted too much of the map, but she had a general idea of the creator¡¯s intent. They had placed the various groups of dungeons around the map. Mareth had found the edge of the map to the west and found the Holt family''s dungeon to the south. Nick holt was consolidating his group of dungeons even now. Once he had finished, where would he turn his armies next? Mareth needed to win the fight in her backyard and start preparing to contend with the true threats in the battle. The sooner she settled things at home, the greater she would increase her chances of surviving. Perhaps winning was a long shot, but it was not like she could accept the alternative. The problem was her opponents. Gale was like a thorn in the side, Mareth felt she might never be able to remove, and Amelia¡­ She was very troublesome, as well. Mareth had scouts monitoring both the nearby dungeons, so she was able to keep tabs on any new developments. Luckily, constructs did not need food, water, or sleep, so they could just sit in a location day after day. Amelia, had yet to find even one of them despite a couple being so close to her territory. The only issue is that Mareth only had three links. Mareth had resolved this by having tenders that would shift between the various scouts, collecting the information. In case of emergencies, the constructs could send up a smoke flair that would instantly draw her attention. It was a pretty good system. She could monitor the enemy dungeons and keep eyes on her entire valley. Mareth had already known Amelia would not be as simple as one would expect from her prior attack on her dungeon, but her scouts had also been there to witness Nehemiah¡¯s fall. Amelia had seemingly acquired a branch of bug creatures that she used as calvary. On top of that, her enchantments were extremely deadly. She could accept the enchantments, but how did Amelia keep getting different types of units? They certainly were not sponsorship packages. There were too many, and besides Amelia should not be even getting sponsorship packages. Mareth hmpfffed in frustration. This story has been stolen from Royal Road. If you read it on Amazon, please report it Mareth¡¯s frustration soon gave way and a smile took over her face. So what did it matter if Amelia kept pulling different unit types out of the air? So what if the viewers thought she would not win in a head to head? Mareth might not have a lot of different unit types to depend on, but what she did have would be truly frightening. Mareth had only unlocked two branches, scarecrows and golems. In the future, she would love to unlock the only level 2 construct branch guardians, but what she had now should be enough. She had only gotten two level 2 units, one from each class. She got a rock golem with a power rating of 2.5, and she got a jack-o-lantern from the scarecrow branch simply called pumpkin head, with a 2.7 power rating. Only having two level 2 unit types should have been fairly limiting, but Mareth had chosen unique units as one of her research lab focuses. Despite seeing a 3% undefined essence combination project under the focus, Mareth had used her research labs special feature to rush the research. She could only do it once every three months, but this second rushed project had not let her down. Instead of getting one new unit type, she had gotten something far better. Mareth could use essence on any of her existing unit types to create an essence offshoot that counted as a unique unit type with its own capacity limit. The capacity limits mirrored that of the unit type she chose. If she chose a level 1 unit type the capacity would be 250, and it would be 100 for a level 2. Since she had access to three different essences, it basically meant she could make four times the amount of any type. Her two level 2 unit types had become eight level 2 unit types, with six of them having unique attributes of the associated essence used in their creation. Mareth¡¯s first essence was the brimstone essence that was located in her dungeon¡¯s territory. The essence would give the units a green glow and their attacks would be corrosive in nature. Most of her other essence projects were focused around this essence since she had it the longest. The second essence Mareth had gotten access to was shadow essence. Her golem miners had uncovered several different pockets of it in her magic mine. They had found quite a bit, but it was still a resource that was extremely limited. Mareth had not known that finding essence in the dungeon was even possible, nor did she know why her units were only discovering pockets of the same type of essence. The final essence source Mareth had access to was actually found by Nehemiah. A near unlimited source of magma essence in a volcano. It was located halfway between their dungeon group and Nicholas Holts. Potentially, a gimmick the creators had put in for the dungeons to fight over. Nehemiah, had apparently been fairly behind in researching things since he had seemingly not found a way to utilize the essence, but one good point of Amelia wiping him out was that Mareth had been able to easily move right in to take the resource. Mareth¡¯s eyes shifted over her interface windows. She had maximized her MP production for level 2 on top of knocking out the metal casting tech. After hitting those crucial techs, Mareth had shifted to building her force''s strength, while slowly researching other techs. Her next step was to take out Amelia. Then she would unlock the guardian branch for 200,000 MP and start working towards level 3. In that respect, it was important for Mareth to finish this war as soon as possible. She had most of the classes and skills unlocked that she wanted, Now she just needed time to build a super overpowered force to take out Amelia in one go. The execution blade needed to be big and swung really hard to ensure the job was finished. She would only waste more resources if the attack did not finish the job. Gale: Day 112 Gale stood atop the stone wall peering out into the swamp. For the last several months, all had been quiet. Ever since she had wiped the bullywog village off the map, Gale had little to no interactions with the outside world. There had been a couple of attacks through alternate entrances to her dungeon, but they were not too difficult to repel. Afterall, Gale¡¯s first dungeon floor had been the mine that her dungeon depended on. If she had known about the alternate entrances, she would not have even bothered creating dungeon floors. However, she had built her floor pretty late in the game. Just before moving up to level 2, so the first floor defenders were already well into the 2¡¯s power rating wise. She had to build several more floors since she already had the first alternate entrance, which of course compounded the problem, but she was sitting pretty secure with the three floors she had. Her dungeon had turned away the former ranked number one after all. Daniel Hale had hit her full force when she only had two floors, but despite sending six beast adventuring parties he had been unable to finish her off. The resulting spawner had made her second floor even stronger. Of course it had been close to falling, so Gale had immediately built a third floor. The next few attacks on her dungeon had been comparatively a joke compared to that first one. One of them, Gale, had not even bothered to grab a spawner despite doing so. She had the other despite the units being a little underpowered, they at least went well with her third floor defenders. The fourth floor would be even stronger with her new branch. After maximizing production and metal casting, Gale had immediately set to unlocking a level 2 branch. It was definitely time since she had only one branch before paying the 200,000 MP it required to open the giant branch. Her force had always been limited, with only the lizardmen branch. She had only received two additional units with level 2 for the branch, so a second branch was a must. It had been slightly frustrating to find that the giant branch only gave her one additional unit. Sure it was a 2.8 power rating ogre, but she had been hoping for a couple of units. Not to bolster her forces, her swamp castle would be difficult to take despite being undermanned. No she had wanted the additional workforce to speed up progress, 35 ogres was not sufficient enough. Gale supposed she should be happy. The giant branch likely would have several level 3 options when she got there, but she had wanted the manpower now. Gale grimmaced that she would likely be forced to unlock the troll branch as well. The cost had risen to 300,000 MP, so it would take a couple of weeks of devoting all her resources, but she did not have too many alternatives. Six unit types was not enough, and Gale was skeptical whether there even would be any level 3 branches. She could not imagine something far formidable than giants being offered. Unlocking trolls, might be her only option to get a third branch. Gale glared out across the swamp at something in the distance. The ever present fog was light enough that she could just make out the lone dead tree sticking up. She could not see it without using binoculars or her interface view and zooming in, but she knew what she would find. One of Mareth¡¯s scarecrows clinging to the top and spying on her. Gale had left the scarecrow alone. Better to leave the scout she knew about, than for her opponent to come up with some other method to spy on her. Not like the scarecrow could see much at this point anyways. The stonewall was over ten feet tall, so even the ten foot tall ogres would be almost entirely hidden from view. Gale had yet to locate Mareth Ingall¡¯s dungeon location, but she had hardly ventured out into the surrounding world at all. The swamps were her world. She had located Nehemiah¡¯s dungeon since it had been only a couple hours from the edge of the swampland. She had also located Amelia Cromwell¡¯s dungeon with her recent scouting parties. Nehemiah¡¯s dungeon had fallen. Who had done the deed, Gale did not know. Nor did she overly care. Her world was pretty small, but she was in a good position to build her strength uninterrupted. Instead of wasting MP fighting off attacks or attacking she could unlock higher class levels and skills. She doubted a force existed that would be able to take on the fourth dungeon floor she was soon to build. With level 4 classes and regular experience, her ogres would have a power rating in the high 4¡¯s. Not to mention the skills or equipment they would all have. No reason to skimp on the MP expenditure. Her forces were small, but they would all be elites. On top of raw power, she had two essences to utilize. It figures that the first that she had found was mud essence located just outside of her territory. She did not know what made the mud essence special since everything around her was mud, but had a couple of uses for it already. The second essence source came from her magic mine, cloud essence. She had found a half dozen pockets of the stuff. It was a welcome surprise, and since she had been mining since early in the game her research lab had already discovered several uses for the essence as well. All in all, Gale was quite comfortable. She would continue to develop. Her scouts would continue to look for Mareth¡¯s dungeon. She had an idea of the direction, but her scouts were always wiped out before actually catching sight of the dungeon itself. Until then she would keep eyes on Amelia¡¯s dungeon. Her lizardmen needed food and water unlike the scarecrow scouts that Mareth had, but they could sit still for more than a week due to their slow digestive systems. Changing out the lone lizardmen scout on the bluff every now and then was more than doable. Luckily, after finishing the final add on to the research lab she had gotten a unique one unit class called the inventor. Gale just had to state a need and the intelligent lizardmen could come up with a solution. A binocular made utilizing cloud essence had only taken upwards of a month, but now her scout could get a pretty clear view of things. Amelia¡¯s dungeon defenses were of course underwhelming, but Gale was not confident that she could take the dungeon without devoting her full strength. Something she was hesitant to do since that would take away all her miners and builders. Perhaps, if the right opportunity presented itself, Gale thought smiling. Chapter 42: Day 116 ¡°Ahahahaha, yes a bit of life essence will do. Hahahaha¡­ brilliant,¡± the lone red hobgoblin with flowing white hair said. He was wearing a yellowish lab coat full of what looked like soot stains as he bustled about his basement lab cackling madly in between strings of self narrating his actions. To say he had a few screws loose would be an overstatement. Perhaps the cause was that the red had insanely high intelligence without a corresponding upgrade in wisdom. The red hobgoblin¡¯s name was Ezekiel. As a unique single addition unit, the red hobgoblin had automatically been awarded the ability to be named. Mark had found out when the hobgoblin had named himself. To say the goblin was difficult was also an understatement. Ezekiel was a genius and therefore considered all lesser minds beneath him and not worthy of consideration. Mark had zero ability to order the goblin about. Mark had originally wanted to put the mad scientist in the research hut. Logically, it was the right choice since Ezekiel''s work would not combine for projects with the other focuses. Might as well move pharmacology over, to allow for combination projects, but Ezekiel had claimed one of the ten men basement rooms. Citing that a basement was a proper place for a genius scientist. Mark did not miss that the goblin left off the mad part. Regardless, pharmacology stayed where it was and one of the basement rooms became Ezekiel''s lab and the other focused on embuing. Mark mentally swiped away the zoomed in tactical map of the lab. By all appearances, the mad scientist had several projects already in the works despite only having existed for a couple of days. Already, Mark could see the beginnings of what looked to be a giant wooden nutcracker like puppet. When and how had Ezekiel even found time to carve out the sharp features? It did not seem like a lot of time, but Mark was not sure if Ezekiel even slept. Perhaps he had twice the time to work as anyone else, and work, he did. Besides for the occasional inspiration gathering walks outside the mad scientist focus was entirely on his work. But the puppet was far from complete despite being structurally together. Seemingly the mad scientist was actually trying to bring the puppet to life, by using life essence. Hopefully, it worked since the mad scientist had run off and collected about twenty plus measures worth of the essence at some point draining what had accumulated in the essence spring. Mark rolled his eyes at the seeming direct correlation of the scientist making his very own Frakenstien¡¯s monster. If Mark had been able to name the goblin, perhaps he would have gone with Frankenstien as the name, or Dr Jekyll since they were the only other mad scientist names he could think of. Ezekiel had a couple other benches with vials and materials that the scientist had seemingly collected himself. Raw iron and copper ore was included among them, solidifying the fact that the mad scientist considered any and all of the dungeon resources to be free for the taking, despite never being told he could take them. Perhaps they needed to start locking everything up, but then again that might just encourage the mad scientist to come up with ways to get around any security measures. Regardless of Ezekiel¡¯s seemingly instant progress, Mark doubted that things would come together quite so easily. Otherwise, he would be too overpowered destroying the game balance, if only a little. In the meantime, Mark would just have to accept that Ezekiel was a bit of a nuisance in the hopes that what came out of the lab would be beneficial. After completing the lab, the gnome builders had shifted to expanding the crafting house. The single room was far from sufficient. Sure goblins could craft arrows and other items outside the crafting house, but they would be lower in quality than what the same goblins could do in the core building. The level of quality of the arrows went far beyond the arrows flying a little better and hitting a little harder, after all they needed at least average quality to even attempt two inscriptions, but good quality made the chances of success far better. Even the green goblins could produce average and good quality arrows in the crafting house provided they had a large amount of experience in doing so. The reds who acted as inscriptionists were getting better and better as well, proving the benefit of having dedicated units in auxiliary purposes, Although the improvement only happened for units working consistently in the crafting house. The addition would more than double the space. After that, the builders could shift to various small add ons. The first would likely be a glass kiln addition onto the forge. It would save MP in the long run if they were making their own potion vials for units to carry around. Right now, Mark was basically paying a premium of 2 MP for each vial from the store. Not to mention there could be other uses for glass in the future. Mark shifted his tactical screen to their newest unit. Currently kept hidden away in the deep forest in their secret training area stood an eight foot tall goblin arachne. Like a typical arachne the creature was the top half of a green goblin adjoined onto the body of a spider. The body was black and hairless like that of a black widows, supporting the upper half with eight sleek black legs. The green goblins features were more evil looking than the standard green goblin. Instead of a little three foot tall goblin loafing around with a dumb expression, the archnes upper half was already three feet in length from where the two creatures adjoined together, and the face was always twisted in a wicked smile. Very creepy¡­ even by Mark¡¯s standards. Amelia had stated the beast would haunt her nightmares.
Goblin Arachne (1/37) Swordsmen lvl 2 (Recruit) Power lvl: 3.5 Morale: 50 (content)
Strength 15 Attack: 4 Defense: 4 / 1
Endurance 14 Abilities/Skills
Agility 15 Weak Regeneration
Vitality 18
Intelligence 13
Wisdom 12
Mark had gone with a level 2 swordsman for the sample unit, but the stats also proved that the Arachne would be an effective mage with intelligence outpacing the reds by quite a bit. It would make a lot of sense for Mark to use them as mages since their upper half was pretty vulnerable compared to the black armor-like shell that encased the spider portion of the body. One arrow or well placed spell could take out the expensive unit. Not to mention, the special condition of the arachne. Their manna, stamina, and regeneration were 50% greater than what the unit''s stats would normally entail. The regeneration was nothing special. Its wounds would close fairly quickly, but it would take a fairly significant rest period for the unit to recover any vitality. The unit would survive longer in a heated battle provided they did not get hit in a critical spot. Mark expected that there would be units who could regenerate far faster, otherwise that necrotic weapon stockpile they had started would hardly be worth the effort. Then there was the fact that the arachne did not play nicely with others. One of the green goblins had been cleanly decapitated by the goblin arachne. The reason¡­ Perhaps the goblin has just wandered too close when delivering the arachne¡¯s meal. The other goblins had already been keeping a wide berth from the arachne, but the distance had increased even further. Mark understood, he certainly would never go close to the creature himself. It was definitely a detriment to their versatility, but once he got the top half sufficiently armored they would be powerful units. Still Mark had decided to unlock another of the level 2 unit¡¯s before manning their fourth dungeon floor. Once Amelia got up and around, they would unlock their most powerful level 2 unit option, the violet scorpion. Mark would man the dungeon with 20 of them with a couple of bloodline upgrades. Then he would make four level 2 arachne mages and one level 2 healer. It would be impossible to keep them a secret since he would have them train in the barracks to raise their experience level from recruit to regular. There was no sense not getting the extra 10% boost. Perhaps, if anything, the sight of them might be a bit of a deterrent for the dungeons that might be keeping tabs on them. Which they might need a bit of since unlocking the appropriate upgrades and summoning the units would drain their accumulated MP. Still Mark needed to get the units built and man the fourth floor as soon as possible. Mark felt the tension level rising. According to the harpies, Mareth likely had nearly 2,000 units in existence. That was a lot compared to the just under 400 that they currently had summoned. Sure they had been keeping around 100,000 MP to bolster their forces if an attack were to occur, but if Mareth were to bring all of her units to attack her force would likely cost several times that with the average unit cost being well over a 100 MP per a unit. Not to mention, if she was going to attack she would likely summon additional units to increase her numbers even further. Still Mark knew that they would not be able to have the numerical superiority if a battle occurred in the near future. While the 100,000 MP they had been holding in reserve was becoming far from sufficient, Mark could not afford to increase the reserve by several fold to be able to match Mareth unit for unit. Holding a defensive position and their ever growing arsenal of enchanted weapons would have to make up the difference. Using 20,000 MP plus would be more useful to summon a bunch of units in the near term, but unlocking a higher class level or a level 2 unit was better in the long run. Gale was less worrisome although she had clearly unlocked one of the level 2 branches. The harpies had referred to the new level 2 units as giant humanoids, but Mark could not nail down which branch based on what the harpies had said. He could easily picture units from the troll branch being considered giant humanoids. Regardless, of which of the two branches she had they would be powerful units. Thankfully, Gale still did not give any indication of leaving her ever growing fortress. They would be in trouble if she truly went on the warpath, because their dungeon was closer to Gale¡¯s than Mareths was. They were not quite in the middle of the two, the three dungeons actually formed a triangle, but Mareth was likely a good 30 or 40% further away. Not to mention that both of their two outposts were even closer to the swampland. A flickering of his tactical map indicated that Amelia was ready to go. It only took Mark a few minutes to descend from the second level of the watchtower. It was a good place to watch the sunrise from. Far away from the goblins or their stench. It was as peaceful as it got for someone who would not venture out of their 2 mile territory cage they kept themselves in. The actual places that they dared to go were even smaller since they would not go near the boundary even with a contingent of guards. Mark met Amelia outside the dungeon entrance. She had already scampered across the gangplank by the time Mark arrived. Mark studied her for a moment. It was clear that she had just showered and changed into a green knee length dress with a black waistband. Her still damp bangs were now swept to one side. Four months had been enough for her pixie cut to extend by several more inches. Another year and it might be down to her shoulders, if they lasted that long Mark reminded himself grimmly. This story has been stolen from Royal Road. If you read it on Amazon, please report it ¡°Just want to go to the barracks since our units will have to train there anyways,¡± Amelia posed as Mark made his way down the gangplank after her. The gangplank bounced up and down slightly with every step. Once the rainy season had ended, Mark had set the goblins to repairing the earthen walls. The dungeon entrance and main fortification had been combined together. Now the earthen wall would have a gourd like shape with the entrance portion having a smaller diameter than the larger fortification. They had expanded the walls some, which would allow for around a thousand units to fight comfortably. That was not even counting the hundreds of units that could man the massive two level watchtower in the center. ¡°Sure, as good a place as any,¡± Mark said, feet hitting the earth. The two of them started to make their way up to the eastern edge of the clearing where the large barracks compound now resided. A dozen legionnaires fell into step behind them. ¡°I guess, you still won¡¯t be convinced to unlock one of the level 2 plant units instead,¡± Amelia posed. ¡°Definitely not,¡± Mark said confidently, falling in step shoulder to shoulder with her. They had talked it out several times over the last few days. They would move into unlocking beast bloodlines first since they had the overwhelming offense that their dungeon floor would need and would pair well with the arachnes. He chose the scorpions over the weevils since they had the higher power rating. Not to mention scorpions would likely be pretty fearsome in an enclosed space¡­ Well they should be. ¡°Just think, if you find them awful to look at, so will our enemies.¡± ¡°Yes, but our enemies don¡¯t have to live next door to them. They will basically be our neighbors,¡± Amelia wined. ¡°Not like we have to let them come into the core room?¡± Mark said. ¡°Who is going to watch the dungeon feed when we are asleep. They will be the only intelligent creatures on the fourth floor,¡± Amelia said, narrowing her eyes at him. They had already seen that units from the lower floors could not bypass higher floors to make it to the core room. Neither could they descend floors. Only the highest level floor defenders could make their way into the core room. Mark and Amelia could not always watch the feed. Someone would have to monitor it, and the scorpions did not seem like likely candidates. ¡°Well¡­ Okay they can watch the feed and you can send them away before exiting the hut,¡± Mark said smiling. He got a glare in return. ¡°Maybe we will get a good spawner? Or perhaps we won¡¯t have to wait too long before we get to the fifth floor.¡± ¡°We could just use a bugbear again or one of the units from our sponsorship package,¡± Amelia pleaded, batting her eyes. ¡°Nope,¡± Mark said resoundingly. ¡°Whoever said that survival was fun. You can get over it.¡± The corners of Amelia¡¯s mouth twitched. ¡°I hope we do survive. When I am queen, I am going to make you serve as my footstool when I sit atop my throne.¡± ¡°I would be glad to be your footstool if we ever make it that far,¡± Mark smiled. ¡°Creep,¡± Amelia said, increasing her pace. ¡°Wait, is there really a throne?¡± Mark called after her. ¡°Sounds a bit pompous in my opinion,¡± he added, getting no reply. Mark checked their sponsorship page while they moved on. Still just the one level 3 package. They had gotten it a few hours after the last rankings had dropped. Likely, a benefit of having made their way into the tenth spot. The package gave a dozen true fiend imps with a power rating of 2.0. Mark could assign any of the classes that they had unlocked, although the power rating would remain locked at 2.0. Likely, Mark would choose mages when he summoned them since the creatures were small in stature. Still 2.0 was far too weak, for what Mark wanted for their fourth floor. They would continue to hold off on summoning the units until they needed them. Not like they had a host of other packages to choose from. The one package a week was not an issue. Mark had just over 163,000 MP to work with. He opened up his interface, so that Amelia could follow along. He started with unlocking the scorpion for 24,000 MP. From there he moved to unlocking the four different bloodline aspects for 1,000 MP a piece. The unit upgrade page updated. The option to unlock a second aspect slot was provided. It only cost 10,000 MP, so Mark immediately unlocked it as well. A unit with two bloodline slots filled would cost an additional 30 MP, the same as a unit with a level 2 class. The third slot upgrade became available for 25,000 MP, but Mark held off for now. Mark prepared a violet scorpion like he was going to summon it. Just like he had understood from the description, he would be available to add any combination of the fierce, swift, tough, and mind aspects to the beast. He could double down on one attribute or could make the beast more balanced choosing different aspects. Satisfied, Mark dismissed the potential creation, going back to the unit upgrade page. Except this time he went to the skills section. Mark immediately chose the Soak skill, unlocking it for 10,000 MP. The second skill slot option became available to unlock, but the cost was 100,000 MP. That was quite the jump. Mark had hoped it would only be to 25,000 MP or at the very least only 50,000 MP, but it did make sense. Even these basic skills sounded pretty powerful. Mark could hardly be disappointed, since it also meant that units possessing more than a skill or two would not be showing up anytime soon. Mark went back to the unit summoning page. As expected, he was unable to attach a skill onto the scorpion. The beast bloodline upgrades basically took the place of the class and skills that were available for humanoid units. Mark tried it again with one of the flower units, getting the same result. Finally, he swapped the unit out for a goblin arachne. The soak skill equipped to the arachnid as it would for any other humanoid. It made sense, since the unit was under the humanoid tree and not the beast or plant trees. Units either went one way or the other. It was slightly frustrating since improvements in one area would not affect the others, but there was nothing Mark could do about it. Better to have the options than to not. Next Mark unlocked the level 2 healer class for 25,000 MP. It would make the lone floor healer stronger, but it would also be useful in the future. A test with a goblin healer had proven that they could heal anything living including beasts and even the flower units. Although the healer could not restore the daisy¡¯s vitality the unit lost after using its natural petal storm skill. Mark checked their MP. They had just over 90,000 MP left and would still have to actually summon the units. That would cost quite a good portion of what they had left. Mark contemplated it for a minute, finally he unlocked the third bloodline slot for 25,000 MP. They would use most of their MP, but it was not like it was not going toward the defense of the dungeon. It would only be disastrous if they were attacked in the next couple of days or so. Amelia gasped after seeing how little MP they had left, but she did not say anything about it, so Mark continued on. Now for actually summoning the units. Summoning the 20 scorpions dropped their MP down to around 12,000 MP. Mark decided to go for the balanced approach, giving each scorpion one dose of fierceness, swiftness, and toughness. Amelia, squealed despite anticipating the appearance of the 20 giant scorpions.
Violet Scorpion 1 (1/34) Bloodline X3 (Recruit) Power lvl: 3.8 Morale: 48 (content)
Strength 23 Attack: 4 Defense: 7
Endurance 14 Abilities/Skills
Agility 8 Bloodline enhancements: Fierce, Swift, Tough
Vitality 17
Intelligence 3
Wisdom 2
The violet scorpions were indeed formidable looking. Their main body was only about six feet in length, but the creature seemed far larger. The two massive dark pincers extended a good three feet in front of the body, and the tail was likely at least 20 feet curving back and up over the creature''s body. The creatures¡¯ deep purple body sat at chest height on top of its six legs. It would be difficult to pick out the creature''s eight dark eyes against the dark purple carapace. The creature by appearance was closer to black than purple, but the violet from the name likely came from the lightening of the color on the creature''s belly, which was closer to the violet color. ¡°Well they aren¡¯t as ugly as the spider monster, but I definitely would much rather face one of them than these guys,¡± Amelia said out from behind his back. Like hiding behind him would do any good if these things attacked, Mark thought, shaking his head. ¡°Well I guess, we will see after you see the arachnes up close,¡± Mark said, opening back up his interface. A minute later five arachnes had joined the 20 scorpions, four level 2 mages and one level 2 healer. All five were given the soak skill. Hopefully, the skill would be enough to help keep them alive. Mark would of course have armor and enchantments ready to go for the creatures as well in less than a week. Hopefully, by then they would have hit the regular experience level giving them an additional 10% boost. Mark had no trouble assigning the units to the barracks. The barracks could not increase their bloodline, but beasts could still use the training section to increase their experience level. Amelia bowed out soon after they were complete. Retreating back to the dungeon with the guards. Neighbors indeed, the poor girl would be squirming at the thought of what the core room door connected them too. Mark stayed to observe the units as they moved into the training area. He had to make sure the purchases were worth all the effort since they were currently sitting at just over 23,000 MP. If they got attacked before their MP pool built back up, hopefully these guys were worth their weight in gold. The arachnes hissed at the scorpions, but made no move against them. Likely since in a one on one fight they would not stand a chance. It was hard to believe that there was only a point two power rating difference between the two, but after observing them for a while longer. Mark understood. The stats had hinted at it, but the scorpions were not meant to be very mobile creatures, and that was with the Swift bloodline boost he had given them. It took a bit of mentally encouraging himself, but Mark finally got up to the point where he got up next to one of the scorpions. The scorpion studied him with its black beady eyes, but otherwise did not move. Still Mark carefully set out to accomplish what he meant to accomplish. The scorpion''s natural armor was thickest in the front and on top of its body. The underbelly was more like a tough hide than the hard shell that covered the rest of the beast. However, it was unlikely they could shore up the weakness with manmade armor, without restricting the scorpion''s mobility nearly completely. Having studied the beast closely, Mark quickly moved back allowing the scorpion to go back to what it was doing. He would not be doing that again. He would not say as much, but he was just as creeped out by the monstrosities they kept acquiring. Even Bruce the giant wasp drone was too creepy to approach, and he definitely would not approach Dragon, the behir. Winnie was scary, but the bear look was not as unsettling, so when Mark needed to harvest the undead blood goop, he went there. The scorpions were not mobile movement wise, but were still extremely agile. In a close quarters fight their pincers would be extremely deadly, and their tails could lash out incredibly quickly covering the midrange. Further out from that they would just be slow moving tanks. Mark would have to design the dungeon floor to take advantage of their advantages while still allowing the arachne''s free range to devastate with their spells. Chapter 42.1 Authors notice I apologize for not updating for the past few months. I had a professional board, that I had to study for and decided to not even get on royal road to prevent me from getting distracted. While I did post it to the Book synopsis, that I would be doing so, I''m not sure how many of you all actually saw it. I passed my board, so intend to resume. I will be moving across country this summer, so that will hamper my ability to write some, but I also will be living by myself, no wife, no 3 year old, for the month of July so perhaps I can just about break even. Two months is long enough for me to lose the feeling for the story, so as not to go off on some tangent or forget story lines or game metrics I decided to reread what I have written thus far. First, of all thanks for reading this long and staying with me. Best guess is that it takes a good 14 or 15 hours to read through chapter 42. Second, I did notice alot of errors and things I need to add. I always knew that I am basically writing the frame work of the story and will need to flesh it out on a second draft, but I found my own story to be more choppy than I would like. But I would rather continue forward finishing out the story. Then as long as the story is worth it I will go back and make the characters better, correct errors, and do what I can to improve the flow. The lot of you are smart and can likely fill in the blanks... except for a whole missing chapter... more on that after this. If you are reading this then the errors are not enough to bother you, and I''m sure most of you would rather have the story finished, than for me to spend months improving different areas of my story by a tier or two. Unauthorized content usage: if you discover this narrative on Amazon, report the violation. Also While rereading I discovered that my story jumped from chapter 35 to 36. Did not fully make sense. Went through my word document and found I have two Chapter 36s, So I added the first as Chapter 35.5. It is a full length chapter... Ooopsss, bet you all were like, ''that was quite sudden. Why was there no lead up.'' Finally, I should finish reading what I have tonight May 22nd, so will start writing new chapters shortly. Initially I thought my story would be alot more chapters, but now I would not be surprised If I''m a third of the way done. 100-120 chapters will be my target, which will still be a decently long story, likely taking a good 40 hrs to read. Of course if I do another draft I would not be surprised for that length to increase by 10 to 20 % since I will be feeling in gaps, and describing things better. 50 hrs should be good for my first story that I have put out into the world. Thank you! hope you enjoy. Chapter 43: Day 121 Nasal was standing by to greet Mark as he exited the dungeon. It was a bit unusual. Typically, Mark would have to send one of the core guards to track him down, if Mark did not have the time to make his way to wherever Nasal was. The Lieutenant was normally quite busy keeping on top of the goblin affairs. Checking up on the mining, the forge, the crafting, and work projects were just the big named items. Nasal also dealt with all the squabbles and issues that arose with infuriating frequency. Mark was finding himself, more and more reliant on the hobgoblin. He almost felt like keeping Nasal away from combat to serve purely in an administrative role. It was really frustrating to have to pick up his Lieutenants duties for two weeks each time he died, but in the end Mark could not afford to do so. Although Nasal''s named status seemed to give quite a bit of clout. Units were only getting stronger. Nasal needed to progress or at some point he would be unable to effectively be in command. Luckily, Nasal had advanced another step in the right direction. His power rating was now sitting at 1.6, now that his experience level had jumped from regular to veteran status, and his power rating boost went from plus 10% to 25%. Mark was not quite sure what caused the upgrade, but he guessed that combat and time both played a role. Not that Mark had many data points to pull from. Other than Nasal, only two other yellow hobgoblin scouts had reached veteran status. Somehow the two had survived all the way from the time, Mark unlocked the scout class and started using four-unit yellow hobgoblin teams to scout their surroundings. Quite a feat, since teams fairly often lost a member, and occasionally even whole teams went missing. Regardless, Mark needed the unit to get stronger. The only options he had were to send Nasal to train to obtain higher class levels or for him to increase to expert status. Expert status would double Nasal¡¯s current 25% power rating boost that he received from being a veteran. Expert was probably far off, and currently Mark could not afford to let Nasal go train unobstructed at the barracks for a couple of weeks. Mareth was most definitely gearing up for an attack. Since Gale¡¯s dungeon was practically unassailable and all of the other dungeons appeared to be pretty far off, it was little guess on where her forces would be headed. In fact, It was likely the reason that Nasal was waiting for him. The harpies were being rewarded generously to bring frequent updates on troop types and numbers. Nothing could be hidden from the winged beings aerial view. ¡°Report,¡± Mark commanded as he stepped past Nasal. A second later the two of them were making their way down the gangplank and away from the dungeon entrance towards the research lab where he had left Amelia. A half dozen legionnaires fell into step behind the two.. ¡°This morning the Harpies reported that another group of stone golems had finished their time in the barracks. As of yet, a new set has not taken their place. In addition, it appears that another couple hundred of the various weaker units have been summoned. That puts their numbers at around 2,500,¡± Nasal paused. ¡°And, boss¡­ They are forming up.¡± Mark stopped, and looked back at his lieutenant, but Nasal had nothing more to offer. Mark glanced at the sky. They still had several hours worth of daylight left. ¡°When did you receive that report?¡± ¡°Around 1400 boss,¡± Nasal replied curtly. Mark nodded. ¡°Okay, if one of the harpies stops by, see if they can do a check in that direction in the next few hours, or during the night. We will pay whatever they want.¡± It would take a good 12 hours for the slow moving constructs to cover the distance. If they wanted to perform a night attack then they would have to leave soon if not already. ¡°Yes, sir. They already agreed to check around sunset. Just in case a couple teams of our scouts have been stationed at each of the passes that lie between us. Unless they take an indirect route they should be able to put eyes on them hours before they reach our dungeon.¡± ¡°Look at you,¡± Mark expressed, although he stopped his inclination to pat the goblin on the shoulder, but it was nice to see him showing some initiative. ¡°Uhmhm, Good work. Anything else to report, Mark asked as he made his way toward outer wall gangplank. Over the last month a lot of work had been completed expanding their defenses. The outer earthen mud wall now encompassed the dungeon entrance, which would now serve as more of an inner keep. The size of the rudimentary fort would now allow well over a thousand defenders to fight comfortably. Which was good since, battles now would range in the thousands. The walls might actually hold up decently in the upcoming battle. Taking a cue from Nehemiah, the goblins were now haphazardly utilized wooden lattice framework to keep the wall together. Sections still occasionally collapsed, but things were slightly better now that nearly a week had passed since the last rain. Perhaps the rainy season was over. It was a welcome relief for their defenses, although it would not be a big factor for too much longer. They had finished researching Masonry today. They would not have to put up with earthen walls for too much longer. ¡°I have identified the boundaries of the area the archers in the tower can cover. While they can not hit the settlement buildings the top deck can practically reach the tree line to the west. Things are already a bit clustered up there with the archers we have. Since the tower does not improve the range of mage spells. I think it would be a waste to add anymore that you may summon up there.¡± Nasal stopped waiting for Mark¡¯s input. ¡°Very well,¡± Mark sighed. The tower might not give them a greater range, but it did give them an excellent vantage from which to strike from. Still the range of the spells meant that mages on the tower would not be able to reach much past the outer wall, if even that far . ¡°With our limited MP I don¡¯t think I can summon too many more mages, and the ones I do will be needed to lead and support the infantry. However, that will mean that you will be the lone commander for the tower.¡± Currently, there were around 300 archers allotted to man the tower in the upcoming attack. The majority were green goblins, but a handful of horned goblins were included in the count to serve as sergeants of the 30 designated squads the greens were assigned to. The horned goblins were just strong enough to keep the greens in line, but it was far from enough to say that the division of archers was well managed. However, Mark could scarcely afford the MP to solidify the division. The ground troops needed the stronger units far more. Green and horned goblins only needed to pour as many arrows out during the attack as they could. This narrative has been unlawfully taken from Royal Road. If you see it on Amazon, please report it. ¡°Yes, boss. All of the scouts not currently out on mission will be stationed in the tower. They can help me maintain things.¡± Nasal replied promptly. A thought struck Mark. Mark pulled up his interface real quick. He could not help but chuckle. It appeared there would only be one scout team out over the next day. It was an important mission to the kobolds that had been planned for days, but wouldn¡¯t you know. Both the veteran ranked scouts were a part of the four unit team. They were either incredibly lucky, or they were incredibly perceptive. It was not exactly a secret that a potential dungeon ending force would be headed their way soon. Perhaps that was how these two had lasted so long when the other scout units were lucky to last a month or so. Mark could just picture the two volunteering to go on this mission while the other scouts were doing everything they could to not be selected. There was a good chance it might work out for them. Mark was confident Mareth would not be able to conquer their dungeon, but there was a decent possibility that the surface forces would be annihilated. Still the two were also going through miles and miles of underground tunnels, since there were potentially more beasts like Dragon down there¡­ They were not exactly dodging the draft. Unless their luck held out they would have to fight, and with far less support. ¡°Oh, um¡­ continue,¡± Mark said, realizing that Nasal was giving him an odd expression. ¡°Yes, boss. We have plenty of arrows for the tower. We should be able to fully equip around 50 more units with a full set of enchanted gear, not including the shields. We have just over a hundred of those in total. Other than that we have an additional 45 enchanted hide vests, and maybe a dozen extra arm and leg braces. As far as necklaces, we have a surplus well over a thousand, although half of them are below average or even poor quality.¡± Mark nodded. The vitality necklaces required the least amount of manna and were the easiest to make out of the various enchanted items their dungeon produced. New transcriptionists always started working on them to develop a feel for enchanting and to develop their skills. ¡°Prioritize outfitting our ground forces first. Anything extra can go to goblins in the tower. I will decide how many and what type of units to summon in the next few hours, and will summon them as soon as we get confirmation that Mareth is indeed attacking. Is there anything else?¡± ¡°No, boss.¡± Nasal said, snapping to attention. Mark continued forward toward the research lab. Nasal was soon left behind to go about his duties. Mark opened up his interface as he walked. They were currently sitting at just over 34,000 MP. On top of the 300 units to man the tower, Mark had an additional 20 patrols of ground forces. Over half of them even had horned goblins instead of the cheaper green goblins. If they were not at the horned goblin unit cap they would all have horned goblins. On top of that they had the sample plants and extra arachne. But the pride and joy of the force was the 45 unit squad of bugbears Mark had spent the last five days forming. All of them were fully outfitted with enchanted gear. Although there was one difference. The metal back and breastplate Mark had gotten the gnomes to forge for them would take the place of the hide vest, although it carried its own version of the same defensive enchantment. The better material gave an additional point in defense. In addition, the 45 bugbears each hefted massive warhammers that came as the standard loadout of the goblin warhammer class. The platoon of bugbears had one purpose, to obliterate the thousands of constructs coming their way. Similar to an advanced class the warhammer class granted units a 15% power rating increase in addition to adding a point to strength and endurance for each class level. What''s more, similar to the other specialized classes they had access to, Mark did not have to spend MP to unlock higher level classes. He could summon units with the warhammer class up to the level of the associated archetype base class. Which in this case was warrior. Mark had decided to unlock level 3 converting 27 DP to help cover the 25,000 MP cost. It was not like they needed too much DP for their dungeon purposes. Even after buying the fourth floor and making the conversion they were still sitting at 83 DP. Mark would even consider converting some more if he felt like the upcoming battle required it. The bugbears power rating sat at 3.2 a piece not counting those with ranks. Unfortunately, Mark did not have time to get them above the recruit experience level since the barracks was until recently being used to increase their fourth floor defenders. It nearly took a week for units to increase their level in the barracks and a majority of the defenders had started to hit that level today. If the attack came before the few holdouts made it, Mark would be forced to send them in as defenders as recruits. Although hopefully, the future dungeon defenders would not be involved in the upcoming battle Hopefully, the elite warhammer platoon would perform as well as he expected. The 3.2 power rating was a bit deceptive. Since the units enchanted gear was all good quality, they could easily be a 3.6 or higher, and that was not even considering their defense. With the metal breast and backplate they were sitting with a 7 in defense. Not to mention each carried a rock skin pill that would add at least 3 to their defense during the pills duration. A handful even had a pill that increased their defense by 4. On top of that, each had the soak skill so could further take a lot of damage over the course of 1 minute. The one platoon had cost over 57,000 MP in total to summon, and encompassed the entire bearbug population that they were capped at. But hopefully the result would be a very difficult to kill, platoon of rock smashers. Which considering the reports of what was coming they would very much need. According to the harpies, Mareth had over a hundred of the level 2 dungeon rock golems. The exact number was difficult to discern, but it was clear that Mareth had well over what a level 2 unit cap should allow. Either there were multiple similar unit types offered or Mareth had other means. Although based on the descriptions, essence was most definitely involved. Some looked like normal rock golems. Others were as black as the coal mounds; all the dungeons were mining. Others had glowing orange streaks throughout their body, like there was molten magma within, but the biggest giveaway were the rock golems with the glowing green eyes. They already knew that Mareth had access to brimstone essence since some had been brought into their dungeon during Mareth¡¯s last attack. However the rock golems were not the only threat. Other unit types had similar variations of essence use with the same characteristics. Although she was apparently mainly using it on her level 2 units. While the bugbear platoon would be Mark¡¯s answer to the rock golems, he could only build standard fighting units and depend on their enchantments for the rest. It did not take Mark long to decide on what more they would need. He would summon an additional 50 legionnaires since Nasal had put together that many sets of enchanted gear. Other than that, Mark would summon a good number of mages, a couple of healers, and some more patrols. Then perhaps another troop of units to support the bugbears, he would include the sword wielding arachne in that group. Mark soon found himself descending the steps of the research lab and into the basement. He had dedicated an entire room to the mad scientist. It had not been very long, but hopefully the mad scientist had some way to contribute. Just a brief stop and conversation here, then he could go to the crafting house where he had initially been headed before Nasal¡¯s report. Then he would inform Amelia of the likely attack. She was probably wondering why his bathroom break was taking so long. Mark sighed before knocking on the door, just a couple of quick conversations and he could be back at the cauldron. A couple more average quality rock skin pills could be helpful. Chapter 44: Day 122 Mark was not exactly surprised when reports came back indicating that the bulk of Mareth¡¯s forces had departed at some point in the afternoon on day 121. Nor was it surprising when their scouts picked them up on the most direct route just past midnight. At their current progress they would reach the dungeon well before the night was over. Mareth choosing to attack during the night was not wholly unexpected. Constructs did not need the light to see like normal units did. His best guess was that they had some sort of spacial sense that they used to navigate although the specifics were unclear. Eh, might as well just say magic since there was no scientific explanation for it. Preparations had already been made for the assumed night attack. Hundreds of torches had been placed to cover the entire clearing. Mark glanced back at the interface tinted in an entirely green hue. Mark had never actually used night vision goggles, but he had played a couple first person shooters that had a function that simulated what things would look like. The view currently only showed the trees. The high vantage point over his retreating scout units could not tell him much, but their positions on the tactical map were getting real close to their dungeon¡¯s territorial boundary. Supposedly they were staying just ahead of the enemy force, so it would not be long now. Mark went ahead and shifted the core tactical screen back to their dungeon. Lights were winking into existence all across the clearing as goblins set the torches alight like some candle sigil. Each of them would last several hours. Which should be long enough to get them through to day break. Provided the battle was not already over with by then. Mark stood and made his way to their hut. It was time to wake her up. Amelia had exhausted herself making as many new enchanted items as possible the day before. While he had elected to just stay up and monitor things, her body had required her to get some sleep. ¡°Amelia¡­ Amelia¡­ Its time,¡± Mark said, nudging the sleeping form. ¡°Okay,¡± she replied, snapping up, surprising Mark. ¡°I¡¯ll be out there in a minute.¡± Seconds later and she was in the bathroom. Mark retreated back to the couch. That had been quite easy. If he had known she would not grumble and protest as much as she did on the other occasions when he had to wake her up, he could have let her sleep another ten or fifteen minutes. As it was she joined him on the couch near the same time that the first of Mareth¡¯s forces crossed the territorial boundary. ¡°Did you find out anything ahhhhw,¡± Amelia started, yawning midway through. ¡°No, I was able to see the forces briefly when they first neared the scouts position, but even then I could only make out a portion of them. Could not really discern the individual units very well. Still operating under the assumption that we are dealing with 2,500 units, with somewhere between two to three hundred being level 2 units.¡± ¡°And how many did we end up with?¡± ¡°Uh, just over 1,300 units, and 48 level two units. I built only a couple more arachnes to support the bugbear platoon, and a couple more patrols and mages to hold in reserve.¡± ¡°Geez, I thought having goblins would mean that we would always have the numbers in battle,¡± Amelia remarked sarcastically. ¡°Instead we are losing in both quantity and quality.¡± ¡°Well I could have made another four hundred green goblins or so, but I doubt they could make much of a difference. Don¡¯t worry I¡¯m sure we will be just fine,¡± Mark said, flashing her a smirk. She just glared at him in response. Mark¡¯s attention shifted back to the main screen. Their scouting unit had just broken the tree line and was headed to join their main forces. In a couple more minutes the enemy forces would do so as well. However, Mareth¡¯s forces paused just beyond the tree line. They had become strung out over the long march, so Mareth was allowing them time to consolidate, so they could attack in force. The actual attack might not come for another 15 to 20 minutes. Which was just fine for Mark. While they were prepared for a night attack, daylight would be more optimal. Still they had well over an hour before first light. While units were still crossing their boundary even now, it should not be much longer, and constructs did not seem to need to rest as far as they could tell. Their interface was updating the total number of enemy units. The single digit column was nearly constantly blurring as units entered, but as of yet individual units were not being identified with their own counters. Something that would happen when the units all became unveiled for an unspecified amount of time. Mark checked in with his three linked units. For this battle, he intended to be more involved in directing the key components of his forces. Red hobgoblin #41 was the ground forces leader. He would direct reserves and plug up holes at the wall. There was nothing particularly special about him. He was just one of dozens of red Lieutenants that would be running around. Still Mark needed someone to be the guy, and at least number 41 was among the reds that had reached the regular experience level. The second link was with the bugbear platoon¡¯s captain. Mark had allowed the bugbears to fight it out on who would be in command bugbear # 52 had been the one to come out on top. The captain rank gave the bugbear a 50% boost bringing him up to a 4.3 power rating, making him the strongest unit that Mark and Amelia had ever fielded, not counting their dungeon defenders. On top of the captain, the platoon also had the associated boosts for lieutenants, and sergeants. Mark was placing a lot of hopes on this platoon. The third link was with Nasal. Mark could help Nasal direct their efforts to maximize their most valuable resource. They had well over ten thousand enchanted arrows in the tower. Mark had organized them into four general categories of special purpose, flame, piercing, and bang arrows. Mark had chosen to rename the firecracker arrows for a couple of reasons. In a moment of clarity a week ago, Mark realized during a drill that using the word fire for two different types left it up in the air on which of the two the goblins would actually choose. Perhaps they had a preference for one over the other, or perhaps one type was just closer to them. Regardless, allowing the goblins room to choose during the heat of battle was not the best idea. The special purpose arrows included the high shelf double enchanted arrows that would be delivered to the archers as the need arose. The new light enchanted arrows were also included in this category. It had occurred to Mark that being able to shoot a bunch of lights to any area of the field during a night attack, might be pretty beneficial, so he had a small stock of them made and put aside. The non special purpose arrows included arrows of all quality level other than poor quality. The four categories were already stretching the goblins'' capacity to effectively use correctly. He did not want to add another factor in the equation for arrow selection. In reality most of the non special purpose arrows were either at average or below average quality, since most of the good quality became dual enchanted. The poor quality arrows were not allowed in the tower. There were a good 50 odd archers that were a part of the ground forces. They would handle those. The enemy unit counter froze at 2,431. Mark and Amelia watched as the constructs bunched up and started to organize. It only took a few minutes, before the construct army surged forward. The battle would be fully underway in a matter of minutes. ¡°Nasal, first lines seem to be made mostly out of the block and clay constructs, carrying shields. Start with a volley of flame arrows,¡± Mark ordered through his own personal interface to the side that was focused in the tower. They would watch the battle through the dungeon core interface and use their personal interfaces to follow key areas or units. Nasal cried for flame arrows. The archers on the second level acquiesced. Ten seconds later when the constructs broke the tree line over a hundred arrows streaked out into the night. Seconds later the tips of the arrows all burst into flame before streaking down. The clay and wooden constructs only made it ten steps out in the open before they were forced to raise wooden shields to catch the flaming projectiles. As far as they could tell, not a single unit was adversely affected by the volley, save some having to abandon their shields, but that was few and far between. The better quality the flame enchantment the longer the flames would last and the more easily the flames would spread to the target. Only the higher level quality arrows had the staying power to catch the shields at this range. ¡°Unlike last time. It seems Mareth had come to play,¡± Amelia noted. Mark nodded. The last time Mareth had attacked, most of the golem constructs maybe had a spear,, and there had not been a semblance of armor. Now shields looked to be quite common and many units had hide coverings. The bottom level of the tower joined in on the second volley resulting in a full 300 arrows streaking toward their enemies. Once again more shields were cast aside and the enemies continued on seemingly otherwise unaffected. The front ranks started getting funneled by the various earthen works, so the archers fired several fire arrow volleys on those that came behind. Mark did not need to say anything. Nasal was already hollering for the archers to switch to bang arrows before the units emerged more closely packed on the more narrow paths of attack. A rolling wave of small explosions rocks against the closely clustered golems, sending flicks of clay and wood flying. ¡°Damn,¡± Mark cursed after seeing the results of the first firecracker arrow volley. When his goblins had encountered the firecracker arrows whole swaths of them had fallen in an instant, but the golems were proving to be far more resilient. While a handful went down. The majority continued forward with pocket sized chunks missing off their clay or wood bodies. Although Mark did note that more than a few had lost their arms. The smaller diameter appendages had not fared as well through the hundreds of explosions. After that volley the constructs charged ahead. Now there was nothing between the front ranks and the earthen walls. The top level of the tower continued to fire on the second and third ranks while the bottom level shifted to firing straight on at the targets closing the walls. Piercing and fire arrows zipped into the foremost of the enemies, who now without shields started to fall supposing the goblin chose the right arrow for the very different constructs. Mark and Amelia watched for a moment as flame arrows streaked out from their side. The surviving front ranks crashed into the sloshy mud of the moat. The difficult footing only delayed them a few moments before they started clawing at and up along the earthen wall. War drums began to beat furiously from within the fort, and the goblins on top of the wall began to answer with iron axes and spears. Knowing what opponent they were about to face, Mark had summoned them all with either axes as their main weapons or at least with a hatchet if they came with a spear. Spears might not be as effective at eliminating these enemies, but they did help them keep enemies at bay, so Mark made sure every patrol still had a fair number of them as well. For a minute the battle held there in a relative stalemate. Then from out of nowhere cries sounded out from within the fort and several of the goblin counters ticked down. Amelia immediately shifted her tactical screen to investigate. Seconds later more cries sounded, and this time, Amelia found one of the sources right after it had happened. A green goblin lay pierced by a javelin that pinned the small creature to the earth. Amelia scrolled around the inside of the fort finding more. Many had missed and stuck ineffectively out of the earth, but others had found their mark. Seconds later they saw a body fall down assumedly from the tower. Once again they found a green goblin run through with a massive javelin. Mark scanned the battlefield. He could not find any javelin throwers. Sure hundreds of the lesser scarecrow archers were closing in, but the javelins were coming from further out. Mark noticed that all of the torches in the furthest reaches of the field had been snuffed out including everything set alight by the flame arrows. Only half of the field was now illuminated. ¡°Nasal! I need a wave of light arrows. Then have the archers target the strawman with fire arrows.¡± A half minute later a hundred arrows burst into light at the peak of their flight and started raining down in the blackness. Immediately the whole section was faintly illuminated once again. Dozens of hulking gray and black stone golems had posted up with a large supply of javelins. Mark watched as several reared back and launched their projectiles forward. ¡°That is way too far away,¡± Amelia exclaimed incredulously. ¡°No, It looks like we aren¡¯t the only ones with enchanted items. Might be the same with the¡­¡± Mark trailed off. He had been about to say that their arrows were also likely enchanted, but the sight of the second wave emerging out from amidst the trees caused the words to stick in his throat. Flesh golems, jack o lanterns, stone golems, and a literal horde of creepers emerged into view. There were green and orange lights that were clearly visible even without zooming in any further. There seemed to be 3 types of jack o lanterns. The standard unit and the ones with their pumpkin heads seemingly set a blaze by green or orange flames. Similarly the stone golems had three main types. The standard normal gray units. The stone golems with the evil green eyes. Finally, there were stone golems who seemed to have live magma trying to burst out from their core. Orange light burst from cracks throughout their body. Then there were rows of lines of flesh golems and creepers. Perhaps there were about a hundred flesh golems, but there seemed to be four times that number of creepers. Most of which carried long wicked looking scythes. ¡°Wow this kind of makes the first wave seem like some kind of joke,¡± Amelia said, her eyes glued to the interface. ¡°You aren¡¯t wrong,¡± Mark said, sifting his fingers through his hair. It was unbelievable. Mareths whole second wave consisted of level two or peak level one units numbering over 700 in total. ¡°Nasal shift fire of the second level on the next wave. Give em¡¯ our best.¡± Nasal hollered in correspondence. Soon goblin runners were grabbing bundles of arrows from safe boxes toward the center of the tower and carrying them out to the archers. The lower level continued to fire in support of the ground troops. The second wave surged forward. The creepers quickly outpaced themselves from the rest. Some even seemed to blur into black shadows and whirred forward. They did not seem to even require touching the ground as they easily transgressed the uneven terrain. In less than half a minute they would be amongst the ranks of the first wave. ¡°Whoa, how are they doing that?¡± Amelia wondered. ¡°A skill?¡± she then postulated. It was not a bad guess. There was a swift skill that would likely offer that type of movement, but some sort of essence ability made more sense. After all, it was only being completed by the pitch black creepers. The normal creepers or those at a green tint had fallen well behind. ¡°Mareth is fielding more creepers than should be possible with a unit cap. Which likely means she has a way to make a net set of base units. Based on what I¡¯ve seen I would guess it involves a couple different essence sources.¡± ¡°Wow we need to figure out how to do that,¡± Amelia said in amazement. Fires erupted to the east of the fort drawing both of their attention. Mark glanced over. Dozens of constructs were setting the buildings ablaze. Mark sighed. It was not wholly unexpected, but he had hoped Mareth was too confident in wiping out their dungeon and would pass them by. They would lose a day''s worth of progress after all. If you stumble upon this narrative on Amazon, be aware that it has been stolen from Royal Road. Please report it. Mark¡¯s attention was about to shift back to the main battle, before he saw a ten foot tall nutcracker burst through the research lab siding. The enemy constructs immediately shifted their focus on it, but they were immediately¡­ disintegrated? Blue pulses surged forth from the wooden robots'' palms. Any construct that got hit directly turned to ash. Any that was just grazed started falling to pieces. ¡°Holy hell,¡± Amelia said in awe. ¡°At least that mad scientist is good for something.¡± ¡°Yeah, it sure is something,¡± Mark said forcing his attention back on the main battlefield. Ezekial¡¯s mad sideshow might be able to handle the few dozen weaker enemies setting fire to the buildings, but it would not really affect the overall battle. Not to mention the buildings were already on fire, so what would it even save? The shadow creepers had reached and mounted the earthen walls. Their scythes rose and fell sending bits of goblins flying. Mark gripped the couch armrest hard enough till his knuckles became white, when a handful of flame arrows sailed right through the shadowy forms. The hit shadow creepers,, staggered a bit before reassuming their stance. More shadow creepers were cresting the walls at every moment. If he did not do something immediately a whole section of the wall would be lost. ¡°Number 41, have the spiritualists engage the shadow creepers on top of the wall,¡± Mark ordered the ground commander. The red hobgoblin immediately yelled to a group of reds waiting off to his right. The ten spiritualist reds started toward the potential breach. Dark shadowy shapes started to spring from existence around the spiritualist. Each of them had a capacity of 5 power rating worth of shadows under their controls. Dozens of shadow kobolds and lizardmen soon joined the fray. The one sided slaughter was almost immediately stifled. However there were more shadow creepers joining every moment. Units equivalent to a 50 power rating would not be enough against a hundred high 1 power rating opponents. ¡°Nasal, have several squads start firing light arrows into the shadow creepers!¡± Luckily, Nasal did not need any clarification. It took a bit for the goblin runners to deliver the appropriate arrows. During which the spiritualist¡¯s summons started to get overwhelmed, but the light arrows started at just the right time. This time the arrows stuck inside the targets. Whatever shadow phase thing the creepers had been able to do with other attacks did not work against the pure light arrows. Even better, they seemed to be a critical hit. Several shadow creepers were instantly dropped. Others were put in such a destabilized state that even normal goblins were able to engage. That was one fire prevented, but there were sure to be other areas that were heating up. Mark forced himself to once again reevaluate the battle as a whole. The field was littered with hundreds of golem and strawman corpses, with many mini fires burning throughout the field. From all appearances they had killed a lot of the enemy units, but the counter still showed that Mareth still had 1,532 units fielded. They still had a ways to go. Fortunately, most of the unit types now had numbers. They were delineated by however Mark and Amelia had decided to delineate them. For example the shadow creeper counter was down into the 40¡¯s with another dying every moment. Just like Mark thought there were four categories for Mareth¡¯s units. The regular stone, magma, and green eyed golems were all pegged at 40. However Mareth had apparently only summoned five of the black stone golems. The jack o lanterns only had one shadow unit. Whereas there was not a single flame type creeper. There were not any variants of the flesh golems. Either Mareth had a limited amount of essence or certain essences worked better with particular units and not with others. The shadow creepers were one such example of an essence complimenting a unit perfectly. Mark shook his head. He could ponder on the implications afterward. For now he needed to focus. The flesh golems were shoving their way into the front, evidently intent on taking over the breach the dwindling shadow creepers had made and were struggling to hold. Several hundred feet away, the rest of the creepers attacked their own section of the wall intent on starting their own breach. Green acid balls blazed from dozens of palms, and scythes whipped from side to side. The goblins manning the section were dropping at an alarming rate. Mark did not have to give any orders. Nasal was already on it shifting a whole section of the tower to focus on the creepers, and number 41 barked for the 10 mages, 50 legionnaires, and reserve patrols to reinforce that area. That was about all they could do, so Mark shifted his attention to the 125 stone golems slowly approaching the wall. The group that had been throwing the javelins had evidently run out. They had joined up with the others intent on hitting the fort like a slow moving rockslide. ¡°Captain, it''s time. The stone golems are making their move.¡± Forty eight units emerged from behind the earthwork to the side of the attacking army. Since the attack had commenced they had slowly crept into position to be able to shoot in and engage the stone golems. Three dual sword wielding arachne with armor covering their goblin half immediately separated from the 45 bugbear platoon that moved at a light jog toward their target. The three arachne¡¯s jobs were simple. They had to eliminate and hold other unit types at bay while the bugbear engaged the main purpose for their existence. The battle inside the fort was heating up. Flesh golems had successfully infiltrated the walls forming a solid wall of flesh where the weaker units could now amass behind them safely. Not that the weaker units were really required. The flesh golems were difficult to stop by any unit¡¯s beside the mage lieutenants. All of the reserve mages had already been sent to reinforce the creeper breach. Even the archers in the tower were having difficulty at halting the flesh golem¡¯s progress. The creeper breach was fairing even worse. The reinforcements and concentrated fire might have evened the odds against just the creepers, but the Jack o lanterns had joined the creepers. Translucent orange and green pumpkin heads formed in their palms before they were sent sailing into patches of goblins either bursting them into flames or melting them down like the witch on the Wizard of Oz. The regular jack o lanterns joined in the melee, scythes sweeping through the goblin ranks, but there was little else they could do that breach was already receiving their utmost attention. Mark¡¯s attention was pulled back outside the walls. The arachne were practically galloping through lesser straw bowmen. With them focused on the arachne, the stone golems would practically receive no support when the bugbears engaged them, but the fact did not seem to matter to the golems. They had stopped and turned to engage the bugbears closing their position. Mark had wrestled with how to ensure this engagement happened and whether it would even be as effective as he hoped it would be. It had been months since, but he remembered sending another unit behind enemy lines on a mission, only to have them cower and refuse to fulfill the mission. However, Mark knew the bugbears had to be the ones to hit the stone golems. Mark could not afford to have the archers concentrate fire on the sturdy golems like they had in Nehemiah¡¯s dungeon, when there was so much else going on during this attack, and all of the other units would have difficulty damaging a stone golem let alone killing one. Mark could not afford for the bugbears to get pulled in by some other force. They were strong and durable, but mages and archers would still be effective against them. Starting the bugbear platoon outside the fort was the only way Mark could think of to ensure the confrontation of the two forces. As he could see it, if Mareth kept them as a group she would either deploy them at the very front of the attack as a moving shield wall since they were almost impossible to bring down, or she would hold them in reserve saving them for the dungeon. The stone golems were unreasonably slow, so Mark doubted she would imbed them within her other forces. Luckily, he had guessed right, and even more fortunately Mareth had held them in reserve. The other option would have required the bugbears to rush in and engage right outside of the fort while the rest of the goblin forces tried to keep the rest of Mareth¡¯s armies at bay. The other worry was that the stone golems would prove tough even for the hammer carrying bugbears. While the bugbears would still be effective, the battle would last too long and there would not be enough bugbears to engage a hundred plus units. In which case the bugbears would lose the engagement despite taking a heavy toll on the stone golems. The captain of the bugbear platoon put those worries to rest moments later with a single swing. This platoon was not a cowardly group of frogmen, nor were they opportunistic goblins. No, they were far more like the ferocious orcs, born to do battle. The bugbear captain was several paces ahead of the rest of the platoon when the two sides met. His massive hammer swung down in an overhead arc, slamming down on the stone golem¡¯s arm it had raised to catch the attack, but the hammer continued right through the gorilla sized stone arm sending pieces flying in all directions, before cratering into the golem''s head. The head fared little better than the arm, and the associated counter ticked from 40 to 39. The rest of the bugbears slammed into the stone golem force. While not as strong or as effective as their captain, even the weakest of units had a power rating at the same level as their opponents. Any boosts that the golems gear brought was likely negated by the bugbears receiving the same or better boosts. From what he could see Mareth did not have the military organization tech. Which meant she was fighting at a distinct disadvantage, and likely did not even know about it based on the way the encyclopedia was hesitant to unveil the benefits of techs and other features. The sight brought up an old memory for Mark. It was during his freshman year during a discussion about a group project for engineering 101. The professor had based the whole class on choosing the right tool for the job, and how much more effective things would go. The class had been pushing for them to be innovative and think outside of the box, but the words came to mind in their more practical application for Mark now. There was nothing better for smashing rocks than a giant hammer. Two dozen stonemen fell before the bugbears hit their first snag. The regular stone golems were falling seemingly defenseless, but the bugbears started reaching golems of the other types. A magma golem seemed to pull out all the heat from its core causing the orange glow emitting from the cracks across its body to fade making it look like the standard unit. A second later the orange ball of heat slammed into the closest bugbear. The bugbear dropped screaming soundlessly. The metal breast and back plate melting into his body. The bugbear squirmed for a few moments before the body went basically still, except for an occasional twitch from one of its legs. The bugbear counter dropped down to 44. What was worse was that the orange glow was starting to grow again from the magma golem. Another minute or so the golem might be able to perform the exact same feat once again. Not that the bugbears would give him a chance. A bugbear turned the top half of that golem to rubble moments later. Still the bugbears pushed into golem ranks, doing their best to dodge orange balls of pure heat from the magma golems or green globs of acid from those with green eyes. Mark''s eyes shifted back to the fort as one hundred flaming arrows duplicated into four times as many raining down on the creepers and jack o lanterns. Dozens of enemies were knocked back a step. More than a few fell, but they would not be brought down so easily. Then a rain of piercing arrows zipped right through black cloaked figures dropping even more. More arrows fell every few seconds cutting the attackers to ribbons stalling any progress. For a moment, Mark thought the battle might be over then and there. The stone golems numbers would be severely reduced. Assuming the bugbears could not just finish the job. The flesh golems were progressing slowly, but they were little more than slow moving tanks. But Mareth¡¯s forces had their own answer. Seemingly instantaneously each and every one of the surviving jack o lanterns removed their heads. This was different from the palm sized ones the flame and sulfur types summoned at their palms and lobbed at his forces. They were likely three times the size. Seconds later the pumpkins were set loose. ¡°On no,¡± Amelia stated as the pumpkins sailed toward the tower. The breach had gotten them close enough to target the tower, but it was still a difficult feat to accomplish and half of them fell short sailing under the tower. The other half slammed into the lower level eviscerating that section in orange and green flame. A good thirty or forty goblins evaporated in an instant. Moments later the payloads that had fallen short landed on the surface wreaking havoc. Amelia¡¯s interface winked to a different picture as Red Hobgoblin #41 disappeared. The spiritualists who had retreated to the same area were decimated along with a handful of other recovering mages. Mark¡¯s eyes shifted back to the jack o lanterns. God forbid they could pull off a second like attack, but the panic was soon alleviated. While the jack o lanterns fought on now headless, it was clear they were doing so at a reduced capacity. Like the daisy¡¯s petal storm attack it was a one time special move that damaged the unit. Mareth had likely been hoping to not have to use it outside of the dungeon, but the situation forced her hand. Nasal and a couple of the other yellow hobgoblins were able to keep some groups of archers on task, but most of the lower level was in pure anarchy. Nasal was able to maintain some form of semblance on the top level despite the flames and smoke that would make being on the second level a death trap in a minute or two. Perhaps the goblin lieutenant was that loyal, or he was just giving too much credit to the many defensive inscriptions that Mark had added to the tower for just such an occasion. It did not last long. Mark was not the least bit surprised when it happened. In fact after witnessing the first level go up in flames he had almost expected it. The situation had reminded him of another older memory from his childhood. His older brother had lit one of those bee fireworks that corkscrewed through the air. The bee had done as advertised, but unfortunately had done so right into the large brown paper bag holding the rest of their fireworks. Both boys had immediately run for it as the backyard erupted with fireworks flying and popping all over the place. The first to go off was a lone piercing arrow that shot through the first floor, a goblin on the second level, and out the tower''s roof, but the lone arrow was only a warning shot. Goblins had come to the same conclusion and scattered in all directions. Arrows erupted into fire and exploded all across the tower as more arrows found other arrows. Goblins were sent sailing over the edge railing to plummet 30 feet to their likely death. Nearly all 300 of the towers inhabitants were caught up by the hundreds of deadly projectiles or flames except for a few on the lower level who had immediately decided to climb down the stairs after the initial blast. Nasal was not among them. Mark watched in horror as their counter dropped from over 700 to the 400¡¯s in half a minute. The battle continued. The constructs were not affected by fear or surprise so they pushed on with creepy fervor, while the tower blazed. Most of the arrows had already become unstable and fired off or exploded, but throughout the rest of the battle lone holdouts would fire off randomly into the night. If it was not to their detriment, Mark might have thought the situation was a bit funny, but their surface forces were in grave straits. The creepers and now weakened jack o lanterns had done their part, but they no longer had the numbers to be a threat on their own. Instead they fell into pincering a section of defenders to join up with the flesh golems advance. There were still 72 flesh golems fighting on with a good 300 strawman, block and clay golems supporting them from behind. Another 400 level 1 units were set up outside to join from outside the outer wall. In total, Mareth still had 859 units. The only saving grace for Mark was that most of the remainder would be level 1 units. Even if their numbers persisted they would never be able to get through all four floors of their dungeon. Dragon might eventually succumb, but the scorpions and arachne on floor 4 should be just fine. Mareth would have to send for more units to finish the job. Real question was whether the game producers would not allow Mark and Amelia to summon units for the days it would take for Mareth to bring a sufficient number of her stronger units, if Mareth even decided to wait for reinforcements. While the situation inside the fort looked bleak, things outside were wrapping up rather nicely. The arachne were still picking up lone or small clumps of units. The bugbears were finishing up their mission, although only six were left on their feet. A couple others lay panting amidst the rubble, too tired to continue. Regardless, the captain and 2 of the lieutenants were among those still up. They would finish the job, however it was clear they would need a breather before they could even attempt to rejoin the battle. The battle would probably already be decided by that point, but Mark could hardly fault them. The 45 unit platoon had taken down three times their number, and swinging the massive hammers repeatedly had to be tiring. Another five minutes passed and the captain of the bugbears had fallen to one knee in exhaustion after slaying the last of the stone golems. Another 2 bugbears had gone down leaving six on the counter. The rest of the defenders had been pushed back to the dungeon entrance, although only about 200 hundred of them remained. Through the pedestal, Mark had been able to shift the untouched entrance guard out with tired soldiers to delay the inevitable. The 5 mages from the entrance were fresh so were able to take down twice as many flesh golems, but they were soon as worn down as the other mages still on their feet. Hundreds of empty mana potion vials were littered throughout the fort. Cast aside as soon as their contents had been drained. The mages were tapped out. Each kept enough for a bolt or two for their last defense, hoping that something else could turn the tide of the battle before they were forced to use them and collapse after doing so. The only saving grace was that the enemy mages and acid ball attacks had seemingly also been tapped out, so the fight had become a pure melee. The downside was that the flesh golems and remaining creepers were the dominant units in that regard. ¡°Seriously,¡± Amelia said pointing. Mark eyes instantly glued on the ten foot tall wooden nutcracker cresting the hill behind their forces. It was a welcome relief, but Mark was still skeptical about how much of a difference the contraption could make, after all the numbers were now 600 to 100. But blue pulses lanced out striking flesh golem after flesh golem. Each golem dropped their body turning to a pile of goo. The loan goblin drum emboldened by the feat soon started beating his drum more furiously. The goblin spirits lifted briefly. ¡°Tkkk,¡± Mark scoffed as the nutcracker clearly tried to send out one of its blue pulses, and failed to do so. ¡°I guess it ran out of life essence,¡± Mark remarked calmly as the several creepers swarmed the wooden construct. The nutcracker swiped at them, but its movements were far too sluggish. After that brief respite, the wholesale slaughter of the goblin forces continued. Chapter 45: Day 122 The fight for the surface of the dungeon lasted just under an hour. The sky was still fully dark, although that would change within the hour. The main light source casting shaky shadows was the bonfire encompassed by smoldering wooden poles in the center of the fort. For now it was all that remained of the two levels of the tower. Mark could not worry about that for now. Mareth still had 562 units, and had effectively captured the surface of their dungeon. Perhaps soon she would begin her assault on the dungeon floors. There were still a couple dozen friendly units alive on the surface, but that would likely not last for long. Mark was only concerned with nine of them. Instead of having the 6 bugbears and 3 arachne mount a suicidal charge, Mark decided to pull them back. The units were too exhausted to do much good, but more importantly as linked units they were Mark''s only way to communicate with the surface. Since they could not currently summon units from one of their outposts these nine and the 150 or so frogmen several days away were all that Mark could field supposing Mareth decided to hold the surface. Hopefully, it would be a nonissue. Based on the last patch, one of the succession battle managers could allow the defending dungeon to summon units provided the attacking dungeon was not actively attacking and just inside of the territory. Mark did not know whether that would apply for this situation, but since Amelia was from a third rate faction, Mark was not willing to depend on their good graces. That was assuming Mareth decided to occupy the surface instead of sending all of her units below. That and that the dungeon floors could weather the attack. The bugbear captain quickly gathered his bugbears and retreated into the forest to the east. The arachnes took a bit more coaxing, but after hissing back against his orders a couple times they eventually relented. Mark would have them go rest for now. If they were needed to retake the dungeon then it should at least be after a some sleep. They did not have to wait for long. Mareth¡¯s forces immediately set about entering the dungeon. However nearly a hundred of them did indeed hold back. They set up around the dungeon entrance. If Mark had to retake the surface it would be doing so against his own defenses. First, they would see if Mark and Amelia would even survive the assault from the 475 constructs. They poured down the tunnel, wooden block golems leading the charge. Traps triggered with little effect. Even the collapsing ceiling trap only claimed one unit. The constructs marched on, only pausing briefly prior to entering the amphitheater. Mareth might have already seen the trick, but it was still the best place for Mark''s forces to make their stand. After all last time she had attacked, the rolling pin had been stuck in place. Mark only had the five goblin archers man the trap stationed in the center of the room. After all, he only intended to drop it once. The rest of the yellow hobgoblins set up on the left side of the room. Ten orcs and Winnie set up on the right. The block men led the charge up both sides. None bothered attempting the middle where the studded rolling pin sat waiting. Seconds later a handful of creepers popped out and began peppering the right side with acid balls. All of them aimed at the bear tearing apart the walking stacks of wood. However Mark noted that the creepers remained near the entrance with a watchful eye on what was happening in the center. They would be ready to dive back into the tunnel if Mark tried to divert the rolling pin their way like he had last time. The stream of constructs was constant. Flesh golems made their way up both sides. The goblin shield wall was holding up fairly well despite them getting slowly pushed back up the slope. Winnie was already barely holding together, and several imps had gone down. One brute orc and two regulars were the only thing keeping the right side together. Once the flesh golems reached their position the fight would end real quick. Mark waited until the moment before the flesh golems made it into the brawl. The five hobgoblins on top started to push the rolling pin sliding the contraption over to the right side. In all it only took around 10 seconds for the goblins to get it into position, but that was long enough for Winnie and several more orcs to fall. The goblins did not hesitate, they pulled the lever. The brute orc and three other surviving orcs fought bravely. Right up to the moment the rolling pin smashed into them from behind. The flesh golems and block men all fell soon after as the studded pin bounced down toward the bottom. The creepers however saw it incoming and ducked back into one of the tunnels. After that Mark ordered the goblins to break the shield wall and kill as many enemies as they could. The five archers scurried to join in. All together they might have brought down another one or two of them. Unless Mark could get them outfitted with better weapons or something they could hardly affect the durable block men and the flesh golems were even a further stretch. Still Mark was quite happy with the results. They had taken down just over three dozen of the enemies including five flesh golems. It was not much, but Mark did not have high expectations for the first two floors. Then came a fifty minute wait as Mareth amassed her forces in the amphitheater. Mareth was obviously aware of the floor cooldown time, and was going to allow her creepers to recoup as much manna as possible before assailing the second floor. It was a bit annoying, but it did add the benefit of keeping her from easily reinforcing from the 87 units left on the surface. Mareth had some clay golems scout out the second floor. The rest of her force followed closely behind, but when the tunnel opened into the large final room her forces surged toward the stairs leading to the top of the 40 foot cliff. Her forces cautiously advanced up the two set of stairs. It was not till they reached the cutback that fireballs streaked from the towers engulfing foremost units that the constructs started to frantically scramble to reach the top. Several block men ran up a flight''s worth of stairs as their bodies slowly burnt. More units pushed past them reaching where the two paths joined, ready to assail the final few steps and meet the legionnaire shield wall waiting on top. The creepers advanced into the room ready to provide support against the legionnaires, while several flesh golems flanked them to guard against attacks from the two mage towers to either side of the room. That was when Bruce, the orange drone wasp and second floor guardian, made his move. Launching off the cliff, Bruce¡¯s wings beat madly to help him glide on a collision course with the clump of high value targets. The creepers scattered, but not before Bruce cut through three of them. Unfortunately Bruce then found himself surrounded by flesh golems, who immediately started pulverizing him. Bruce fought back, taking another four flesh golems off the board. Overall Mark was a bit disappointed that so many of the creepers had escaped. Bruce could have likely killed a good fifty of the weaker constructs, but Mark had elected to use the opportunity to strike over the front lines at the more dangerous mage units. The creepers rejoined together and started lobbying their acid at the shield wall that was holding fast. In less than half a minute the stalemate became an open melee, so Mark had the three spawned brute orcs enter the fray. Mark allowed his forces to be pushed back and out of range of the creeper mages who would lose their line of fire. The goblin mages focused their attacks on any flesh golems that tried to go up the stairs. However, Mareth brought forward several dozen lesser scarecrow archers. They poured arrows over the side. Sure they were firing blind, but the regular arrows stuck ineffectually out of golems that were hit. They injured or killed any unlucky orcs or goblins. The melee lasted for several minutes. The legionaries and spawner brute orcs put down another forty units before succumbing to the swarm. The mages had long depleted their manna and eres rock licks in their position. They could only feebly fight the constructs that marched up the stairs to engage them. It was not an entirely bad showing for the second floor. All together they had brought down the enemy numbers to 363 including nine flesh golems and three creepers. Together the first two floors had managed to wipe out a good 25% of the forces. Which did not sound good since they had burned through half of the floors, but floors 3 and 4 were in an entirely different tier of power. This time, Mareths forces paused for an hour and fifty minutes. It only seemed like overkill till Mark watched the pumpkin heads sprout back into existence. Nearly two dozen jack o ''lanterns would enter the third floor at full strength. Similarly a half dozen on the surface received their heads back. Mark suddenly was a bit more concerned. He had been thinking there was a chance that the third floor would weather Mareth¡¯s forces by itself, but that seemed fairly unlikely now. Still noting the time lapse, it seemed it took the jack o lanterns at least three hours to regrow their heads. If they threw their heads again, they likely would not be able to regrow them during the dungeon attack without facing a floor respawning its defenders. Mareth¡¯s forces would be the first to really test the third floor. Dragon the floor guardian with a power rating of 5.6 had done most of the work in the prior attacks that had reached there. Then there were the spawned ten 2.5 power rating skeletal knights. The 20 bugbear swordsmen boasted a 3.2 power rating, and the four bugbear mages boasted a 2.9 power rating. Although none of those power ratings took into account the enchanted gear which would effectively raise them an additional three or four points. In contrast only the jack o lanterns reached into the low 3¡¯s. The creepers and flesh golems barely made it into the 2¡¯s. The constructs poured into the cavernous floor. Stone columns frequented the open expanse, and the ground was slick with dew from the high humidity. The only light came from ever burning torches on the columns. It would make ambushing quite easy if it were not for the construct''s unique way of seeing their environment. Mark¡¯s only guess was that units would not be seen if they were behind something, which they all currently were. However, Mareth had the clay units fan out into the room immediately. The scout units immediately located the cluster of columns the bugbear forces were utilizing, and the construct army started forward to engage. This time Mareth¡¯s forces were more mixed. She anticipated the floors to be more difficult the further she went down, and did not allow her weaker units to get whittled down in such an environment. Two flaming jack o lanterns advanced along with the main force striking right at the bugbears. While two more were amidst the slightly smaller flanking groups sent out to the left and right. The rest of her forces moved forward cautiously, keeping a careful watch on their perimeter. It was a surprisingly well coordinated attack and defense for only a half minute¡¯s worth of time. If you discover this tale on Amazon, be aware that it has been unlawfully taken from Royal Road. Please report it. The bug bear mages struck first popping out from behind stone columns with orange balls of energy already coalescing around their fingertips. The fireballs struck the awaiting shields of the front ranks. Not many of the shields had survived the surface, but Mareth could still throw together a shield wall or two. The 20 bugbear swordsmen charged in as shields were cast aside. Golems still on flames attempted to halt the charge, but the bugbear swordsmen cut clay golems into two and block golems splintered. The bugbears were too strong for even the durable block men to last more than a couple strikes. The jack o lanterns had each started to summon a flaming pumpkin caricature in each of their palms even before the bearbug mages had made their move. The cast time seemed to take about four seconds a piece, or eight in total. Immediately after the initial clash their attacks were ready. The flaming pumpkins each streaked out. The pumpkins exploded against their targets immediately covering their bodies in fire. The flames stretched out to try to snare other surrounding units, but none other than constructs were close enough. Four targets and four bugbears lit up like torches. Several dropped to the ground to try and put out the flames. One swiped ineffectual around himself. The last fought on stoically, trying to bring down as many with it as possible. Which actually worked out for it. Like the normal fireball the flames only clung for a set amount of time after impact before they tapered off, while twice as long as for a fireball the bugbears were still alive when the flames started to wane. The two on the ground had already become easy targets to clay golem spearmen, who pinned them to the ground. The one who could not see was targeted by several globs of creeper acid. The one fighting on emerged from the flames severely burnt and steaming with a manic look in his eye. The jack o lanterns did not bother to try to summon a second volley of palm pumpkins, both went to their ultimate move. Their flaming heads were removed and sent into the biggest clusters of bugbears in sight. Most of the bugbears caught in these blasts were flash fried. Some were not killed outright, but they would be far too devastated to continue to fight effectively. In the first fifteen seconds 14 of the bugbear swordsmen had been dropped. The rest fought on, barely needing to pause to eliminate those they encountered. Fireballs zipped by them zeroing in on the jack o lanterns and creepers in the middle. Both jack o lanterns were in a weakened state and lit up like torches, and three more creepers were set aflame. Another clump of creepers further back continued the acid attacks on the bugbear swordsmen, while the constructs that slipped through the cracks streaked toward the mages. The flanking forces were coming around, but would not make it to the battle. The left flanking force was halted by the ten skeletal knights. While the right¡­ Dragon roared as he burst out of a tunnel. The behir was 25 feet long and stood a good 10 feet tall with two arms with razor sharp talons. The creature was so quick that two of the four green acidic palm pumpkins missed. Dragon slammed into the ranks, talons ripping through constructs. Even a flesh golem was diced as easily as if they were made of jello. The jack o lanterns immediately began removing their heads while creepers rained acid on the undead beast. But the jack o lanterns never got to throw them. Dragon had instantly recognized them and the creepers in the center as the only threats, and what were ten ranks of minor roadblocks to it. One claw cut both the jack o lanterns in half. The creepers did not warrant an attack, the falling pumpkin heads exploded where their owners had stood. A green explosion rocked the area. Dragon shied back immediately, Half of its face and one of its arms disfigured in the blast, but the damage did not stop the beast, who immediately started slaughtering the surrounding constructs. It did not take Dragon long to make his way to the main attack force. New creepers sent new waves of acid onto the creature, but Dragon was weathering the acidic attacks far better than most had. Mark did not know whether it was due to the creature¡¯s naturally high defense or thick hide, or since the beast was so big and powerful the acidic attacks just could not burn through as deep. The skeletal knights fell first allowing the left group to join the fight in the center. Mark had expected as much. He had just needed them to delay for as long as possible. They were not the only group to reinforce the center; another clump of jack o lanterns and creepers were coming from Mareth¡¯s reserves. The idea was to completely overwhelm and slaughter Dragon. However the left side got there first. Two flaming pumpkin heads launched at Dragon exploding against the creature¡¯s chest. Dragon went ballistic, roaring and trampling to get to them. Several of the surviving bugbears were among the units to get run over, but they both were able to get back on their feet and continue fighting. Dragon set into the left group of enemies devastating it entirely. But the next wave of reinforcements had 10 jack o lanterns. Two waves of 10 palm pumpkins slammed into the undead¡¯s main mass. Dragon survived, but with a good deal of its legs blown off or entirely ruined, he would not be able to do much except thrash around, which he was doing. However, Mark could see that another wave of palm pumpkins would be on their way soon. It was the bugbear mages who were the last on their feet. Even at close quarters they were deadly with their staffs when faced with the far weaker constructs that had engaged them to prevent their continued assistance, but once Dragon and the other bugbears were finished off the four of them were quickly run down. Mareth¡¯s forces had been cut by nearly 200, down to 187, but with fifteen jack o lanterns still in commission Mareth could definitely still challenge the fourth floor. While Mark would be lying if he said he was not worried at all, he was interested in seeing how the fourth floor would handle. Mark had made one of the giant scorpions the fourth floor guardian, giving the scorpion the name King. King would boast a power rating of 4.9, a bit below Dragons but still exceptional at this stage in the succession battle. The other 19 scorpions¡¯ power ratings were at 4.4, while the arachne mages and healer were at 3.5, but the arachne also had enchanted gear including a metal breast and back plate. Then they also all carried bows with top shelf enchanted arrows. This line up was while Mark was still fairly certain that they would be all right. This time Mareth only delayed for a little over an hour which was apparently enough for the few surviving creepers to refill their manna. The constructs entered the fourth floor to find themselves facing a honeycomb of tunnels. It was as close to a maze as Mark had been able to manage. The floor was not overly big, but had plenty of tunnels crisscrossing and joining one another. There were only a couple of open rooms, but they were basically kill zones. All were lit by bioluminescent moss. It was a perfect floor for the scorpions and arachne to skitter around and ambush enemy units. The constructs were forced to break up into smaller groups as the tunnels were only wide enough for around ten to walk shoulder to shoulder to shoulder. However, Mareth kept the constructs in clumps near one another, so that they would be able to aid in mutual support while still acting independently. Each clump had expendable clay golems scout ahead. It was a very reasonable move, on Mareth¡¯s part. Throughout the battle, she had demonstrated quite good judgment in tactics. In her position, Mark doubted he could have come up with a better in the same amount of time. It was just unfortunate for her that she did not have the right pieces to contend the fourth floor as far as Mark was concerned. If she still had a good deal of stone golems Mark might have been a little worried. Mareth¡¯s units started to the left. She seemed intent on exploring the honeycomb network section by section, not allowing her units to become spread out. Somehow she had even picked the side where Mark had placed the entrance, not that it would do her any good till she killed King the floor guardian. Mark immediately started coordinating his defenders to intercept. It did not take long for the fighting to begin. Several arachne fireballs came from overhead exploding into clumps of constructs. Several blockmen and clay golems were incinerated by the level 2 mages. There were a couple of ways for units to get into the attic like the second floor of the maze, but none of them were in the front half of the floor. It gave the arachne the perfect vantage to attack with impunity from any angle all while keeping them difficult to engage. On cue the scorpions moved in, nipping at the constructs from the side tunnels. The clay golems scouts that were scouting each of them were easily trampled, leaving only ten seconds for the main construct forces to prepare. The scorpions could not move fast for long, but they could cover a decent bit with a short burst of speed. Luckily, for Mareth she had the back wall to one side so the attacks were only coming from above, in front and the right side. Pincers snatched up units, and crushed them after a couple seconds of strained effort. The tails darted in stabbing units. While the neurotoxic venom was ineffective against the constructs. It did not save them, when the tail whipped back flinging units into the stone wall. For clay units or block men, the impact smashed them into pieces, killing them outright. Mareth¡¯s careful planning had kept most of her better units well protected. Except for one creeper who took a set of flaming arrows from the floor healer, she had not lost any of them in the opening gambit. The issue was that few of her units actually stood a chance. The scorpions shell could not be breached with the strength of the weaker units and the arachne were firing through a hole and then shifting behind cover to another hole in the passages roof. Mark noted enchanted arrows that streaked from the less scarecrows at impossibly high speed. While they did stick into the scorpion¡¯s carapace, little damage was done. Creeper acid balls splashed against the blackish purple shells, but they seemed to do little more than create a blemish on the otherwise smooth carapace. They would need to continually target the same spot for that level of attack to be effective. Several jack o lanterns immediately resulted in their ultimate move. The large pumpkin heads smashed into the scorpions. The regular pumpkins exploded into hundreds of shrapnel like pieces. Most blasted away from the scorpion although some stuck into or pierced the carapace, but damage was not enough to even halt the scorpion. Perhaps if a piece happened to hit the brain or another vital point, but the wounds Mark saw only resulted in dark blood oozing from the small wounds. The flame pumpkin actually apparently blinded the scorpion who had to thrash stabbing or snapping at the air, only occasionally catching an unfortunate golem. The acidic pumpkin hit the scorpion and sizzled. It took a half minute, but it did cause the defender counter to tick down. Mareth had a kill move. The problem was, only 4 of the flaming green headed jack o lanterns had made it down to the fourth floor. The battle continued. Amelia had to force the healer arachne to move to the right areas to heal the injured scorpions. Mark had left small holes from the roof throughout, allowing the healer to be able to perform its ranged heal spell down on those on a lower floor. The healer struggled and hissed the whole time. It solidified the fact that healer class was definitely not a good choice outside of the dungeon, it only worked inside since defenders could be compelled into action. Still it would require someone, Amelia in this case, to actually focus on the task. The healing probably was not required for this attack, restoring the sight of the blind scorpion was really the only unit that healing caused a remarkable difference. Three scorpions were killed outright, but most of the others only had superficial wounds. Once all of the jack o lanterns had all used their final move the attack was entirely one sided. It would definitely be a learning point for Mareth. If she wanted to beat their fourth floor she would need a lot more level 2 units or better enchanted gear. The floor had surpassed Mark¡¯s expectations. But his excitement was short-lived. A couple months ago, Dragon by himself had been an insurmountable obstacle that could halt attacks, but progress had dropped him from being at the final boss level down to a mid tier boss. In another half year or so Dragon might fall just as easily as Winnie or Bruce did during today''s attack. It was a testament to the march of progress. They would have to continue to develop and strengthen themselves to keep up. Now they just needed to get out of the current pickle they found themselves in. Mareth still held the surface of their dungeon, and even now Mark was unable to summon units. Chapter 46: Day 122 It was nearly 1330, when the small squad of bugbears made it to the Gnome settlement. They had gotten around five hours of rest during Mareth¡¯s attack on the lower levels of the dungeon. It would have to be enough. Mark was on a clock. Mareth¡¯s units were repeatedly sabotaging the respawning buildings, and if losing a day¡¯s worth of furthering research, crafting, and the home base¡¯s production was not bad enough, they had also lost their first outpost around noon. Mareth only had brought 30 units, but two jack o lanterns and more than two dozen level one units were plenty to take on the goblin patrol Mark had stationed at Crassius¡¯ old dungeon site. Mareth might not have succeeded in conquering their dungeon, but the fact that she must have sent out the war band to attack their outpost at the same time that her main force left told Mark that she was not taking chances. If she could not kill them outright she would be content to strangle them away from resources that they would need to keep up. Amelia and Mark were already working through several disadvantages. They could not afford for their progress to stall. First, they would need to retake their dungeon¡¯s surface. Mareth seemed content to sit at both the main dungeon and outpost site and continually destroy their buildings. Unfortunately, Mark had no way to organically retake the home base. The bugbears and arachne might be able to retake the outpost, but that would mean giving up on the home base for several days. The frog men also could retake the outpost, but that would take at least 3 days for them to get there. It would take them about the same amount of time to get to the home base, but although they almost outnumbered the units holding it 2 to 1 they would not stand a chance. That left trying to get outside assistance. The harpies likely were not strong enough, and the kobolds likely would not care. For one the magic mine along with the forge were both up and running, so the kobolds were not adversely affected. Mark did not know whether Mareth did not know about them, or she just did not care. Regardless, they did not really have a deep enough relationship with either group to get them to assist. That left the gnomes as the only choice. Mark had been then thinking through a couple lines of argument while the bugbears traveled. He was exhausted, but he needed to get things on course before he could afford to sleep. If he could not convince the gnomes to help it would result in a major setback. Mark would then have to offer the kobolds everything under high heaven to try to get them to help out. If that did not work, then Mark would have to go back to relying on their own means. Mark could only see two options if they had to free themselves. For the first he would upgrade their other outpost to a settlement for 100,000 MP. Then they could summon a force to retake the surface of the main dungeon, but how long would that take. He had used up most of their MP prior to the attack and now they could only produce 6,300 MP a day with the other outpost. The tens of thousands of MP they would recoup from the enemy units that died in their territory was being held up. The 87 units occupying their home base apparently still made the system behave as if the battle was ongoing. They were sitting at 86 DP, so it would only take a few days for them to upgrade the outpost, but it would still take some time to build an army to take on the 87 units. Meanwhile Mareth could and probably would reinforce her forces. In that case, how much of a chance would they even stand at catching up, when Mareth was operating at full capacity pulling in three times more MP each day. Not to mention, enchanted weapons were off the table since they only had a crafting house at the home base. The other option would be to have the frogmen immediately march to join the remnants of the bugbear platoon. The 150 extra fodder might give the bugbear platoon a chance to make things happen, but Mark still did not like the chances. Mareth could easily double her forces in the time it would take for the frogmen to get there. In conclusion, even if Mark could get either of the options to work out in the end, it would still result in a lot of lost production. Something Mark and Amelia could not afford. The gnomes were their best solution to break them free of the situation. The gnome settlement came into view. It actually was Mark and Amelia¡¯s first time to set eyes on it. A wooden gate with metal hinges sat between two natural massive stone pillars. Using his overhead view Mark could look past the gate into the village. The village was built in a secret glade like recess in the sheer face of the plateau. The glade was covered in crop fields and gardens with only a couple of buildings. There was a forge and a large town center like building near the back against the cliff face. Then there were a handful of stables near the front gate. This must be where the sheep were housed for the night. During the day the sheep were allowed to graze in the surrounding fields outside the gate. The bugbear squad had marched between two large herds of them, their gnome caretakers watching on. Mark sighed remembering that it was their goblins trying to steal these very sheep that had started this relationship. Mark supposed in hindsight, he was fortunate the goblins had been dumb enough to think they would be able to sneak sheep out from under the watchful eyes of their caretakers. It was evident that there would be adequate forewarning of the bugbears'' arrival. The land was cleared for a good distance from the main gate, and indeed Cedrick and a small party were already making their way toward the gate to meet them. Luckily, Cedrick knew about and had even met some of the bugbears, so at least they should not be treated overly suspiciously. ¡°I guess there would not be any village tour,¡± Amelia remarked glumly. ¡°Last thing we should be concerned about,¡± Mark said stiffly. Their attention shifted back on screen as the bugbears approached the gate. Cedrick was waiting in full iron plate along with eight other gnome brawlers. Then there were a half dozen archers perched up on the wall. They were on good terms, but there was no reason not to have a show of force when it came to forces approaching their village. ¡°I would ask why you all made your way here, but I suppose it¡¯s rather obvious. That was quite the scuffle you guys got in last night. Although I was a bit far away to see the specifics,¡± Cedrick said. His own war hammer rested across his shoulder, the pick on the back pointing up toward the sky. ¡°Boss, Mark and Amelia, send their greetings,¡± the bugbear captain said as he lowered his hammer to the earth. The weapon likely weighed about 30 pounds, so even the captain would take any respite from carrying it whenever possible. The three bugbears without military ranks were breathing quite heavily, having no decorum one of them decided to take a seat on the ground. The other two soon followed suit. The captain gave the two lieutenants a glare and they remained standing, although they rested their hammers on the ground as well. ¡°Let me guess, you came asking for a bit of help. Despite us not having such an agreement in place,¡± Cedrick said stroking his white beard that was awkwardly tucked into the front of his armor. ¡°Yes, we are seeking to continue our relationship, and continued cooperation. While we do need your help, we believe that helping us will be in your best interest in the long run,¡± Mark said. The bugbear repeated, answering the gnome leader. ¡°Oh¡­ How do ya figure?¡± Cedrick said, arching his eyebrows. ¡°Helping you fight would draw the ire of your enemies, and from what I¡¯ve seen¡­ Well, I don¡¯t think we could afford such a thing.¡± Mark paused. He had expected as much. Cedrick was not exactly saying, no. Mark would have to convince them that helping out would be in their best interest. He had a couple of ideas, but had also wanted to gauge the gnome leader¡¯s attitude prior to choosing a route. If Cedrick had taken an adamant stance against helping them. Mark would have to assume the gnome leader was prioritizing his people¡¯s safety above all else. Mark would only be able to go with the more coercive approach, suggesting that the gnomes were already on their enemies radar. Unauthorized content usage: if you discover this narrative on Amazon, report the violation. The other approach would be to play to the gnome''s explorative and innovative nature and perhaps their greed. They were getting a lot of benefits from the research lab and crafting house. Not to mention, the potential benefits that the mine promised, although had as of yet not delivered. Over the last few hours, Mark had decided that he would need to touch on both approaches in their request for aid. Luckily, Cedrick seemed to be in a state of mind that would be receptive to such an approach. ¡°Okay, I will get straight to the point. You have witnessed for yourself the unique advantages that our dungeon can offer. I¡¯m sure it also would not be a surprise for me to tell you that a bunch of other such dungeons have sprung up across the land. Similar to ours, those dungeons are also working to develop and strengthen themselves, including gathering resources, like essence¡­¡± Mark let the last word hang in the air. He was sure Cedrick would get the implications. The gnome village was built around an essence source. The gnome village, the wasp nest, both had probably been set as roadblocks for contenders to take an essence source. Amelia¡¯s chosen specialization may be one of the few that would allow dungeons to get the essence source without necessarily having to fight for it. The sources were probably fairly common throughout the endless bluffs. The battle creators had not intended for contenders to be able to find and control a whole lot of essence sources easily without expending resources and effort along the way. Sources like the life essence spring were perhaps an exception in that regard, but the amount was far more limited than the other two essence sources. ¡°Aye¡­ We have located and observed several other dungeons in the area. Not to mention we have heard of other dungeons from some of the other clans,¡± Cedrick said, taking on a more somber tone. Mark''s mind immediately went to, What! they are in contact with other clans? And knew about other dungeons farther away? But Mark pushed the thoughts away. They could ask about it later. For now, he needed to focus. Based on the gnome leader¡¯s somewhat resigned facial expressions and tone, Mark could assume that it was not lost on the gnome leader that the dungeons represented a change to the status quo that the endless bluffs had existed in for untold millennia. After all, powerful forces like the gnolls and wasps could be wiped out after only a few months of development, and the gnomes fell short of both of them. Surely it had crossed the gnome leader¡¯s mind what would happen if they became at odds with Amelia and Mark or one of the other dungeons. Even when the gnomes had superior strength compared to the dungeon summons on an individual level, they would not have been able to keep up with the endless numbers that a dungeon could summon. Now with level 2 units, the gnome¡¯s would easily be both outnumbered and outmatched. Even the benefits that the gnomes had gleaned from Amelia and Mark¡¯s dungeon could not help to alleviate the difference. They would always be at any dungeons they crossed mercy. Mark allowed Cedrick to dwell on it for a good minute. ¡°We have a good thing between your clan and our dungeon. While I cannot say that there will not be more risk getting more deeply involved with our dungeon. At least your clan will be fighting for its place, it might beat the uncertainty of not siding with us and dealing with whoever comes after us,¡± Mark paused thinking on what to say next. The bugbear leader shuffled awkwardly while waiting. ¡°Right now our dungeon is in a tight spot. One that could be alleviated quite easily with your help. We are unable to summon units until we retake the surface of our dungeon. The situation will only get worse if we are unable to act soon, since the other dungeon is likely to reinforce their units and starve our dungeon off from resources, so we would like to retake the surface as soon as possible¡­ Today!¡± Mark added with finality. ¡°Aye I have dwelt on the potential threat the dungeons like yours can pose to our clan. It is likely a couple of them that are responsible for us losing contact with some of the other clans. Perhaps if we had realized the danger you all would pose, we would have snuffed you out during your infancy,¡± Cedrick stated with a hard expression. ¡°Although it¡¯s doubtful whether the five clans would have found or got to them all in time. Why, it was not till a good month after we met you that we had discovered all of the dungeons in our own backyard. Still it would be difficult to throw ar¡¯ lot in with you all when you likely are not even the strongest out there. It makes it difficult to side with you, or put my people at risk,¡± Cedrick sifted his fingers through his beard. Mark thought about it for a moment. Well this next part would be a bit awkward. ¡° While I cannot promise there won¡¯t be casualties retaking our dungeon. Our units will be leading the attack and should draw most of the fire. As far as the other dungeons. We only have two others in the area, that would potentially see you siding with us here and now. There is a good chance that things will be settled one way or the other before the other dungeons further away even come into play.¡± After a brief pause Mark added. ¡°Oh, and just so you don¡¯t think things are in the dungeon that attacked last night¡¯s favor. All of their forces they sent to our lower levels were defeated. The other dungeon spent double the amount of resources than we spent on the battle and failed. The reason we lost the surface is due to us prioritizing developing our lower defenses. While it has come back to bite us, our lower level forces all respawn. In short the enemy has used up more of its resources in the battle than we have,¡± Mark explained. ¡°Ah where the reanimated wasp body and those powerful scorpions and arachne were sent,¡± Cedrick remembered. Mark nodded, before realizing that the gnome leader could not see him and had the bugbear captain affirm the statement. ¡°Very well, I think it would still be to our benefit to support your dungeon.¡± But before Mark could get too excited, the gnome leader added a qualifier. ¡°Still I think it would be prudent of me to get a bit of compensation, ehhh,¡± Cedrick said with a smile. Mark sighed, as he listened to the gnome leader''s conditions, knowing he would basically have to accept whatever they were. The alternative would be their dungeon losing so much more. The gnome leader seemed to know it, although the gnome did not make too harsh conditions. He shrewdly was keeping in mind that Mark could renege on the deal if he pushed it too far. Cedrick had to balance out his demands with the worth the gnomes were bringing to the dungeon. The first condition was that the gnomes would collect 25% of special resources mined in the dungeon instead of the 10% that they had taken for their cut for managing the goblin¡¯s mining efforts. So far they had basically only found basic metals, with the exception of a handful of gems, but that could change any day. Not to mention that, Mark had really yet to mine the mine full force. It was clear a couple of patrols rotating in and out was far from sufficient to make enough progress. Now that they had mined a good deal of rock out, there was enough room that Mark could potentially have hundreds of miners at work at a time. From harpy intelligence, he knew both Mareth and Gale likely had hundreds of units at work at all times in their dungeons. The second condition was that the goblins would show the gnomes where the essence spring was located. Then the gnomes would manage the spring, taking a majority stake of the life essence produced. Mark and Amelia would still get 10%, but it would basically shut the door on them reanimating any additional units in the future. Well, not unless they wanted to save up their cut of the life essence for around 3 months, and that was to get a unit at the level of the reanimated dungeon floor bosses they currently had. Honestly, it was not as big a loss as it would have been a month or two ago. The ability to reanimate corpses had most definitely what had kept them alive in the first few months of the battle. Crassius would have wiped them out in the second week of the battle otherwise. If not then, they would have been wiped out multiple other times since that first attack. However, it was also true that they were moving away from needing them. Right now with level 2 units and unit upgrades they could field units in the same realm of power as Winnie and Bruce fairly easily. Their 10% steak should at least be enough for them to use to make items like the vitality bomb. Still who could tell what uses the essence would have in the future. Mark only had the presence of mind to fight for one more stop gap. They had just lost their ten spiritualists, Mark at least needed to ensure that they could be immediately replaced. Cedrick agreed after Mark explained what he needed them for and why. Cedrick agreed, so they could resummon them before the new allotment measures took effect. Mark was exhausted, but he still had the presence of mind to remember how hard it normally was for the spiritualists to meet their conditions of gaining their shadow minions. Fortunately, there were 87 units from another dungeon that would be easily available for his new spiritualists to refill their capacities. The final condition was that Cedrick would direct the upcoming attack. Which Mark had no reason to challenge. Mark had already awkwardly made his bugbear captain agree to be fodder in the gnomes attack. With things decided, Cedrick moved to gather his forces and equipment. While the bugbears ate meals provided to them. ¡°Make sure the arachne¡¯s meet up with them on the way,¡± Mark directed Amelia. ¡°And keep them in line. Last thing we need is for them to attack one of the gnomes.¡± Amelia nodded in response. ¡°Good, I¡¯m going to bed.¡± Mark said, turning toward the hut. It had been something like 36 hours since he had slept last. Amelia had slept half of last night and even taken a quick nap while the bugbears made their way to the gnome village. She could keep an eye on things for now. Chapter 47: Day 122 The attack, led by Cedrick, to retake their dungeon¡¯s surface proceeded smoothly. The bugbear captain led the other five bugbears alongside the three arachne to storm the inner earthen wall. Lesser straw scarecrows peppered them with arrows, but only one bugbear succumbed to the ranged attacks. The others and the three arachne each had a concerning amount of shafts protruding from their bodies, but even without the extra defense provided by the rock skin pill the bugbears could endure quite a bit and the arachne were also quite resilient. The bugbears and arachne slammed into the fifty awaiting clay golems and the carnage began. It was not till the three jack o lanterns lobbed their palm pumpkins that more of the attackers fell. These jack o lanterns were of the normal variety, so their summoned palm pumpkins looked like legitimate miniature pumpkins. However, they acted closer to grenades. When they detonated pumpkin shrapnel was sent in all directions. The attack was not any weaker than the flame or acidic versions. One exploded in between two bugbears, and instantly killed one and seriously wounded the other. The other two pumpkins targeted arachne. One shredded the goblin upper half of one of them, and the other detonated to the side of another arachne. Shrapnel shredded and severed all but one of the four legs on that side, on top of blasting into the spider abdomen. The arachne went down and was swarmed by clay golems. However there was no chance of Mareth¡¯s forces turning away the assault as soon as the gnomes got into range enchanted arrows streaked toward the defenders. Seconds later two magic lances streaked forward toward two of the jack o lanterns. Most of the straw scarecrows were caught by one of the hundreds of flaming arrows. Several of the jack o lanterns went down. The last, seemingly taking stock of its sides chances, proceeded to remove its head and throw it at the last remaining arachne. The arachne''s entire body was shredded along with everything else in the vicinity including a good 10 clay golems in the area. Another one of the bugbears went down despite being a good 25 feet away from the blast. Apparently he had caught a piece in the neck. A handful of clay golems and a couple of creepers bounded over the wall intent on taking down whatever they could manage in what little time they had left, but they barely made it to the final two standing bugbears. Cedrick¡¯s gnome brawlers slammed into them immediately, pulverizing the rest in a matter of seconds. Mark only paused briefly to ensure the last of the red dots disappeared before checking the main dungeon screen. Sure enough, the battle had registered as over and they had received their MP from defeated enemies. ¡°Whoa,¡± Amelia exclaimed. Mark was equally as flabbergasted. Switching over to the log gave the exact figure. They had received 106,431 MP all at once, but since the garden sanctuary was still up and running they had accumulated over 3,000MP on top of the little they had prior to the nighttime assault. ¡°Holy crap. Mareth spent a lot more on her forces than I had thought,¡± Mark said amazed. In truth he had been anticipating getting 50,000 at the very least but had been expecting around 70 or 80 thousand. This would give him a lot more leeway, and Mark immediately knew what he wanted to do with it. ¡°Amelia, can you settle things with Cedrick and get the essence of life essence? I need to run the numbers a bit.¡± Amelia glanced at the main dungeon tactical screen that showed a dirt field filled with charred buildings and bodies. ¡°Sure,¡± she said finally hesitantly walking towards the room exit. Mark quickly went through what he had planned to summon immediately following the attack. He needed to make a decision quickly. The bodies on the surface would start to dissolve into the ground in a matter of hours. He needed to recover as much of the enchanted gear as possible. In addition, he needed to summon the 10 spiritualists. Then there was the only slightly less time critical subjugation force he needed to summon to retake their outpost. However, Mark had already decided on what he wanted and would need. He just needed to make a few adjustments. Despite only having a couple hours of sleep for the last two days, it only took him a couple of minutes. Mark smiled as the numbers fell into line. Mareth should not be able to send a force anytime soon, so Mark needed to take the opportunity to increase the power of units that he would summon. Mark flipped to the unit upgrade page and selected mage level 3. Upgrading the mage class to the third level cost 50,000 MP. It was a lot considering how vulnerable their dungeon currently was, but it was a big step in increasing their future potential. However, the main reason was that now he would be able to summon 10 level 3 spiritualists for 7,000 MP. Each spiritualist getting an extra 5 power rating worth of spirits under their control would slightly offset Mark not using the MP to increase their forces to protect them in their current vulnerable condition. Perhaps Mark should not have taken the risk, but how often did he have hundreds of enemy units for his spiritualists to choose from. Not to mention, the level 3 mage class would give their future mages a big boost. Not only would they get a 10% increase to their power rating they would also have access to another basic spell. The level 3 mage gnomes had just demonstrated how powerful magic lances could be. Magic bolts were good for a quick attack or for dealing with weak units. Fire balls were good for crowd control, but neither was really good against powerful individual units. Mark continued on. He would need the life essence the gnomes had collected on the way before he could summon the spiritualists. Mark next unlocked level 2 of the scout class and the associated archer class for 15,000 MP in total. It was another long overdue boost their forces needed. Their enchanted arrows were a critical part of their dungeon¡¯s strength. Increasing their accuracy and stopping power should not be a waste. Mark wanted to get this little upgrade before he started summoning new units. Next Mark moved to summoning units. First, he would summon two divisions of goblins. Both divisions would include 269 green, 20 horned, 10 yellow, and 1 red for a total of 300 goblins. All the horned goblins and above would get a class. One division would get the level 2 archer class and the other division would get the new sapper class. All 600 would be sent to scavenge from the battlefield, but when things were over one division would rebuild the defenses and man the tower in case of an attack. The other division would mine. In total the 600 goblin divisions would only cost 20,290 MP leaving Mark with plenty to build a subjugation force. However, before Mark purchased the units he noted several things on the unit page. For one, three bugbears had survived retaking the dungeon. Two of them were just a part of the rank and file. The other was the bearbug captain, his status was highlighted indicating that the unit could now be named. Mark had been needing another goblin commander, but before Mark could get too excited he noted that one of his other units was still alive. What the¡­ Mark thought. Ezekiel was apparently still alive. How had he missed that for the last 12 or so hours. Before Mark could wonder how the mad scientist had managed the feat, he noticed the white haired red hobgoblin off near where his nutcracker contraption had fallen. A compartment door had been kicked off allowing the goblin to emerge out from within. The goblin was now ranting and raving holding both arms up like he was in supplication to the heavens above. Wasn¡¯t he supposed to be a non combatant class, Mark mused. His smile somehow got a bit bigger and he chuckled. Good luck to the interface getting Ezekial to understand that fact. Mark hardly bothered with the goblin since he hardly listened anyways. Mark had told the scientist about getting into the builders hut during the attack, but had not gotten any confirmation. Now, Mark knew why. In an act of finality Ezekial kicked the wooden nutcracker, before settling down. Then with a surprising amount of strength the scientist started to drag the contraption back toward the charred remains of the research lab. Was he planning on rebuilding it? Whatever, Mark went back to task. Amelia had collected the life essence which immediately made it available allowing Mark to summon the spiritualists. A minute later 600 goblins were already at work scavenging. They would have done it anyway since there was a lot of goods up and free to grab, but Mark directed the bugbear captain to direct the efforts. He needed samples of enemy equipment as well since some of it was enchanted. The spiritualists had also scattered throughout the field, apparently they could choose from among any of the enemy dead including those that had died the night before. Which meant they had a whole lot of corpses to choose from. Although they would likely prioritize level 2 units and only include weaker units to round them up precisely to 15. Once again true to goblin fashion the spiritualists argued over the most valuable corpses despite the vast selection seemingly available. Mark just shook his head. Hopefully, they would all fill up their capacities in time. Cedrick and the gnomes departed and Amelia started walking back. Mark quickly summoned the subjugation force. Mareth only had around 30 units occupying the outpost, so Mark did not need a lot of power. What he needed was a force that would move quickly and through the night to get to the destination. Luckily creepy crawly units were made for that. Mark summoned 5 spiders with 3 bloodline upgrades a piece. They would serve as the mounts for the goblin mages. He summoned 25 roaches to serve as fodder. Mark decided the bearbug captain could lead the attack. He could sleep on top of one of the spiders through the night, but for support Mark decided to send an additional 4 red mages and 1 red healer. The mages could take on the more powerful units while the roaches dealt with the weaker ones. Mark decided to include a healer, having learned the lesson from their last attack force. There was no sense in losing units due to not being able to heal them. Besides, one of the surviving bugbears was not doing so well. The healer could heal him before they set out. In total the force would only cost 9,800 MP, leaving them with just over 8,000 MP. They could save that for later. Mark summoned the units and told the captain what he expected. The subjugation force could set out immediately. Amelia rejoined him. ¡°Cedrick said the builders, crafters, researchers, etcetera will come and reset up their camps tomorrow afternoon, just before the buildings respawn.¡± She plopped down on the couch next to him. ¡°Yeah, Mareth did us dirty. I think the last time her units scattered our respawning buildings was about 30 minutes before we attacked, so we should get them back around 1800 or so,¡± Mark scowled. ¡°But¡­ at least we got a new named unit.¡± ¡°What!¡± Amelia exclaimed, bringing up her interface to investigate. Mark waited patiently. ¡°Ohhhh, can I name this one? I got a perfect name for him.¡± Mark shrugged in response. A second later the bugbear captain became Henry. Mark looked at her, raising an eyebrow in question. ¡°Oh, my family has a big n¡¯ tall butler who also has shoulder length curly hair. Just made me think of him¡­¡± Amelia smiled. She went on for a couple of minutes telling Mark about the butler, who Amelia was apparently quite close to. She had never really talked about anyone from back home before. Mark had always assumed it to be a touchy subject. ¡°Well I¡¯m sure Henry will be thrilled that you are thinking of him,¡± Mark decided to go with that, and not the more sarcastic, ¡®Well I¡¯m sure Henry will be thrilled being compared to a big hairy man with a pig snout.¡¯ Amelia was reminiscing about someone who she might actually like, it would be pretty stupid of him to bring it up¡­ At least for now, later there might be an opportune moment to slip it in. Mark did not dally around in the core room for much longer. He was running on only a few hours of sleep. There was nothing that could not wait till tomorrow at this point. Day 123 Mark did not even get out of bed to watch the subjugation force retake the outpost at first light. Conversely, Amelia did not even bother to wake up. She got the alarm, same as him, but had silenced it and rolled over in her bed. The attack did not last long. This story has been taken without authorization. Report any sightings. A couple of roaches were lost in the attack, but the rest of the force passed through the battle just fine. The mages had immediately targeted the jack o lanterns with magic lances. While the jack o lanterns were not all killed outright, none were able to perform their ultimate move. Next thing they knew the roaches were scrambling over them along with the rest of the enemy units. Henry and the mages dispatched the constructs easily once the roaches had their full attention. Mark scanned the unit page to catch the exact number of roaches that had fallen. Only 6 had been lost, but Mark¡¯s attention was immediately drawn to something else. He almost shouted aloud, but settled for subtle fist pumps on his cot, that squeaked from the movement.. Henry¡¯s experience level had risen to veteran status. The bugbear had only been summoned for something like three weeks, but had already caught up to Nasal. Perhaps going through a major battle and then two small skirmishes, all in about a day, had really worn in the bugbear captain. But the status increase was not the only thing Mark was excited about. Henry¡¯s rank was now highlighted indicating that Mark could now safely upgrade the unit to colonel without any adverse effects. Mark quickly did so, before bringing up Henry¡¯s status.
Henry (4/125) Warhammer lvl 3 (veteran) Power lvl: 5.6 Morale: 55 (content)
Strength 22 Attack: 5 Defense: 3
Endurance 21 Abilities/Skills
Agility 14 Soak Skill
Vitality 29
Intelligence 12
Wisdom 12
Henry only had a base power rating of 2.2, but after it was increased by 1.55% due to his class, rank, experience level, and named status, his power rating had jumped all of the way up to 5.6, putting it at the same level equivalent to that of Dragon. Mark imagined Henry being a god of destruction in their next battle, but only for a moment. He quickly recaged his thoughts. It was true they had the same power rating, but they were definitely not equivalent. The behir was a 25 foot long monstrocity, while Henry was a 6 foot something tall humanoid. Henry would be explosively powerful, but was far more vulnerable and could potentially fall in battle quite easily. Still it was a good pick up. During the previous battle, Mark had just selected one of the red hobgoblin mages to serve as the ground force commander. Now since the red had died, it could be said the position was open. Mark definitely planned to continually rebuild the bugbear warhammer platoon until at least Mareth was dealt with. After that, he could tailor the limited bugbear population to what dungeon they anticipated going up against. Still going forward, the platoon would only have 44 members, since Henry would be holding higher command. The loss of one member would not change much, and it would give Mark the opportunity to pick a new captain to lead the platoon. That being taken care of, Mark decided to just stay on his cot and go through his menus. Despite having to sleep for two days, he felt pretty good after being out for a good 10 or 11 hours. He definitely would not be able to go back to sleep, and it was still a bit early to be out and about. They were currently sitting midway between 11 and 12 thousand MP. Not surprising since they only had one outpost going for the last 24 hours. Their main base, the biggest production site, would be back up and running later that evening, and the Crassius outpost would be back up tomorrow morning. They would miss out on quite a bit of MP during the down time, but it had been mitigated as much as possible. The 100,000 MP windfall they had gotten from fallen enemies meant they were recovering quite quickly. Mark thought about what their next moves would be. The masonry tech was complete, so they could start building stone walls. Mark was looking to build a fortress for their home base, but he was also looking to build a wall to span the crevice entrance from the garden sanctuary. Mark quickly decided he would need three more divisions. One to go to each outpost. For the Crassius outpost, the division would just further fortify what they had and guard the location. After all, they had just under a hundred days worth of coal to mine from the location. There was no need to build it up any further. The opposite was true for the garden sanctuary. Mark had been saving DP to potentially open a fifth dungeon level for their dungeon, but their dungeon was pretty secure for now. Instead they would upgrade the garden sanctuary outpost to a settlement for a 100,000MP. They were currently at 89 DP, so should only need four days to get there with the 3 daily DP. The goblin division could both build the wall and make other buildings to give their dungeon a second base with full capabilities. The next division at the home base would start the fortress under the guidance of the gnomes. By the time the coal supply ran out, construction should be well underway allowing them to move everything inside the developing fortress. However once the archer division was done repairing what they could on their current site, they would work on crafting. The scout class focused on attention to detail and hand dexterity, so they would be the best choice. Mark needed tens of thousands of arrows to replace what they had just lost among other things. After creating the three divisions, Mark would resummon the bugbear platoon. He would send one group of goblins through the barracks, but would swap to getting the bugbear platoon back up to full strength after one round of goblins went through. Mark would have to see how things were going before he solidified his plans after that. Research wise they had contributed 11 of 12 RP required to unlock the sunflower unit. After that Mark would route their RP to the blood rose and midnight lotus units, unlocking the last of their level 2 units. Mark scanned through the tech tree. There were several that he would like to work towards, but for now he felt unit upgrades would be the best place to send their daily 5 RP. After all they could unlock some things in a matter of days, they could even unlock warrior lvl 4 after 10 days. Another 15% boost from the associated warhammer class would definitely be beneficial. For level 5, the cost would likely be 100,000 MP corresponding to the price for level 4 of the mage class. Mark shifted from that train of thought. It was fun to speculate, but right now he wanted to focus on the next step. Mark finally moved to their next research page. For enchantments, they had several research projects underway. The manna reserve project was sitting at 99%, so should be done within a few days, once things are back up and running. But new to the list were protection, stun, and the fire resistance enchantments. All of which showed promise. The latter two were pretty self explanatory, but Mark had to look up protection. Protection was apparently something that defended against non physical attacks, including magic and curses¡­? Okay, he had not known curses were a thing in the battle, but it was nice they were getting something to protect from them. However, Mark¡¯s mind quickly dismissed the intangible concept as it saw the last thing on the list. Protection also protected against incorporeal beings or objects. Mareth¡¯s shadow creepers had basically shifted away from their physical forms to become incorporeal beings. The spiritualist¡¯s spirits were also incorporeal. Mark knew from talking to Cedrick that physical attacks could still hit or effect the spiritualist¡¯s spirits, but Cedrick had to work bloody hard to dissipate wolf spirits that probably had a power rating at or around 0.5. Since both Mareth and they themselves had incorporeal fighters, it was likely that other dungeons had also discovered them. Sure things such as magic or the light and flame enchantments had proved effective against the shadow creepers, but the two enchantments had been on the opposite end of the spectrum than shadow or darkness. If they ran into something like a fire elemental the same two enchantments might be less than useless. Whereas the protection enchantment might be good against all types. Mark moved on. They had three classes underway. The tattooist class was at 91%, so it should be complete soon. The beast handler class was at 67% so still had another month or so. The witch doctor class was fairly new at 14%. Looking into it, Mark could glean a little. It was a specialized class that fell in the healer category. But unlike the standard healer, the witch doctor could perform attack curses. ¡°Haha ha,¡± Mark laughed quietly. There it was again. Perhaps there was a little cross pollination going on. Someone had looked up something in the infinite library of information the researchers could sift through, and then had spoken about it giving another of the researchers an avenue to pursue. Both projects were basically brand new, having moved from the undefined category the day prior to the attack. Mark just had not gotten around to looking into them yet. There were only two projects underway in the essence category. The hardening project which was more than halfway complete. The gist of that project was that stone essence could be used to make materials denser, potentially upgrading the quality of the material. Mark was excited to see how that project would affect weapons and enchantments. The other project was a combination project with the new embuing focus, toxin embuing, but the project was only at 8%, so they would not get it for a longtime. It was the first project to make use of their toxic essence which they literally had almost an infinite supply of. Mark hopped it panned out. There was only one other embuing project underway. Manna embuing, at 11%. It sounded simple, perhaps being the base concept of the focus. Mark did not exactly know what it would entail, but embuing was basically storing power in a high quality material, such as one of the gems from their mine. In turn that power could be used. Mark assumed it was the equivalent of say a magic sword pulling energy from a jewel in the hilt. For the pharmacology focus they had three foci, stamina potion, enlightenment pill, and a soldier pill. Besides for the first, Mark could only infer what benefits they could provide. Mark sighed, swiping away the interface. Nothing having changed from the last time he had checked, was the worst part about having to wait for their buildings to respawn. Mark continued to plan for another hour before a dark gray blimp appeared on his tactical screen ringing the associated alarm. ¡°Figures,¡± Mark said after taking a look. A harpy was already showing up to try and get an award. Too bad that there were no domesticated animals for them, but if the information was good Mark could at least promise something at a later time. Mark put on his shoes. Nasal was not here, so Mark would have to attend to the matter for now. Perhaps he could task Henry with the duty in a day or two, when the subjugation force returned, but for now he was the guy. None of the goblins were up and around when Mark emerged from the portal. Luckily the dungeon entrance had been expanded and there were currently no guards, so he would not have to step up over anybody. The harpy winged her way down to land right in front of the inner wall. Mark did not even bother to walk down the gangplank. The harpy did not seem to care, but was craning her neck looking over where the pig pens had been. Mark did not recognize the harpy. He only knew she was not the matriarch. ¡°We should have pigs and chickens again in another day or so. If your information is good, we can get it to you then,¡± Mark offered. ¡°Very well, landlocked. Did you know that the lizard forces and giants were moving in this direction¡­¡± the harpy said. She paused to preen one of her wings. The information was hardly important to her, but Mark¡¯s eyes bulged. ¡°Yes, they apparently set out some time in the morning. Lizardmen and 30 giants. Perhaps about 800 total¡­¡± They most definitely were not in a position to face Gale right now. The first three floor guardians had yet to respawn, and they had no enchanted arrows. Mark was not so concerned that they were going to get wiped off the map, knowing how powerful their dungeon levels were, but the attack would drain more resources. Being caught between the two other dungeons would be the death of them, but then the harpy continued. ¡°Although they turned around at some point near nightfall.¡± ¡°You could have led with that,¡± Mark¡¯s eyes narrowed. ¡°Well we could hardly report it to you yesterday, could we¡­? Then this morning I saw that you all were back in control of things, so figured I would drop in. And you don¡¯t even have a piglet to reward me for the effort,¡± the harpy said in an offended voice. ¡°Its fine, is there anything else?¡± Mark said rolling his eyes. The self absorbed harpy would be offended, when they were going through the most minor of slights. God forbid she had to wait to be rewarded for her information. ¡°No, thats it. I will stop back by once you are back up and running. I trust for this I will get a piglet for this¡­? ¡°Yeah sure, whatever¡­¡± Mark stated dismissing the harpy as she winged off. Not as if he cared about the goblins'' precious food supply. He cared more to keep the information coming. Timeline wise, Mark figured that Gale had sent her forces that way first thing after seeing that Mareth had conquered the surface of their dungeon, but had decided to turn her forces around after the remnants of the bugbear platoon and gnome war band had retaken their surface. Apparently, Gale had been looking to fish a bit in muddy waters, but had decided against facing even a moderate bit of resistance on the surface and then having to conquer the dungeon levels. The army had only around 800 units in total. It did not seem like a lot, but that included 30 reported giants and powerful lizardmen. Fortunately, the giants all seemed to be the same unit type so Mark could assume that whichever giant humanoid branch Gale had unlocked only had one level 2 unit option. It was good in that it limited the amount of powerful units she could field, but it also would limit Amelia and him when they unlocked one of the branches themselves. In some ways it would have been an opportune time for Gale to attack. The first three floors of dungeon guardians had been slain and would not have respawned before the prospective attack. Then there was the fact that they would have hardly had any enchanted arrows or other gear ready, but Gale had apparently decided it would not be worth taking the gamble and elected to conserve her resources instead. The feint would serve as a wake up reminder that although Gale had not made any moves as of yet, but that could change at any time. Perhaps what was even more alarming was the stockpiles of MP and advancements that she must be making, without having to constantly expend MP to deal with other opponents. As far as Mark knew, Gale had fought and eventually killed off the bullywogs, but other than that she had remained practically untouched. If and when they finally dealt with Mareth, Gale would be a much more difficult nut to crack. Chapter 48: Day 131 In an uncharacteristic example of her normal behavior, Amelia was already up and around prior to Mark. He was not too surprised though. It was flower day. Today they would unlock the last of their units, leaving them with two RP to spare. Not only would they build a sample of each of their three new units. They would also delve into flower tree germination path upgrades. Amelia was impatiently pacing back and forth waiting for him. ¡°I already finished out the lotus and used the extra RP to unlock the two sprout stages,¡± Amelia said smiling. ¡°Already,¡± Mark said, pulling up his interface. Sure enough they had five new options for the second seedling stage on their germination path. The killer sprout led to three different options, and the support sprout led to two. Mark gave them a cursory glance, before mentally swiping away. ¡°I¡¯m gonna go to the bathroom then we can leave.¡± ¡°Fine, I¡¯ll be out in the core room when you¡¯re done,¡± Amelia sighed, stepping out of the hut. Mark was very thankful she had. He was a bit self conscious in the bathroom anytime she didn¡¯t. Now he could relax and not worry about it. Mark pulled up his interface for his morning update. They were sitting at just over 41,000 MP. Normally, he would have liked to have more on hand to prepare for an attack, but right now he doubted he needed to worry about it. All had been quiet for the last week, and the number of troops they were fielding was at an all time high. Two 300 unit divisions had set out for their two outposts as soon as the MP became available. Mark had built another small regiment of 454 goblins to add to their home base, putting them around 1600 units in total. The regiment included the 44 bugbear platoon, two 50 legionnaire platoons, 10 red mages, 40 yellows, and 260 horned goblins. Henry, their dungeon¡¯s only colonel, would serve as the regiment¡¯s commander. A regiment could have up to 1200 units, so having the archery and mining divisions fall under Henry¡¯s banner was not an issue. However Mark had run out of the weaker goblin units to summon, both the green and horned goblin units were at their caps. For the garden sanctuary outpost division Mark even had to substitute 76 horned goblins for the green goblins capped at 1000. Keeping that many units increased their daily upkeep costs, but Mark had a whole queue of jobs that needed to be completed. The core of the regiment had started work on their home base fortress. The 10 gnome builders directed their efforts according to Mark¡¯s plan. The archery division was working to increase their weapon stockpiles. The miners were mining, and the garden sanctuary division goblin¡¯s were developing their new settlement. Five days ago they had been able to upgrade the sanctuary into a full settlement. The upgrade had resulted in only two major changes. There was no additional option to upgrade the settlement further, so either the settlement was the only upgrade for an outpost or they would need to unlock another prerequisite. For the first change, the tactical map had been further unveiled as their territory surrounding the sanctuary expanded to be equivalent in size to that of the home base. It was a pretty big increase since before the territory had only been about 400 feet in diameter as an outpost The second major change was that they could now build more than basic fortifications at the site. The goblins were currently querying stone from the inside of the cavern to build several projects. The main project would be the wall to span the entrance, but Mark also had a team working to build a spawner. Soon they would be able to summon units at that site. Then Mark would push the team to build a crafting house and barracks at the site. They could not duplicate the research lab, but the others were all fair game. Mark just hoped the goblins did not bring the cavern crumbling down on themselves since they were cutting into the walls. However, there had not been much of a choice. While there were trees near the settlement''s location at the edge of the swamp, most were not suitable for construction use. Mark was hesitant to both devote the labor required to bring trees from further away and the attention that doing so would cause. As far as he knew, the other dungeons still did not know about the location. Mark was doing all he could to ensure that did not change. Besides, the sanctuary was hardly pristine and serene at this point. The goblins had seen to that. However, the vitality bonus provided by the location had remained despite being turned into a goblin squalor, so battle wise the goblin¡¯s filth did not affect the vitality boost his defenders would receive. Mark could only be thankful there were not some sort of health metrics dealing with diseases, sickness, and such. It left them currently sitting at 13 DP now, five days after the purchase, and of course RP was at zero since Amelia had already allotted the daily quota. Mark swiped through the rest of the menus. Nothing else popped out at him, so he finished his business and prepared for the day. ¡°Ready?¡± Amelia asked, falling into step with him. ¡°Yeah, yeah. I may not be as excited as you, but I¡¯m genuinely interested in seeing them.¡± ¡°Don¡¯t act like. You know despite your alleged dislike of the goblins, you hardly use either of our other two branches,¡± Amelia stated matter of factly. As they exited the portal, she motioned to the legionnaires. After a moment of bickering a dozen fell into step. ¡°Well, yeah humanoids are better for building and other daily tasks. You know how much the spiders eat. With only five of them, they are still able to go out and hunt, but can you imagine a whole force of them? The forest would be swept clean in no time, and the plants¡­ Well from what I can see they would be better defenders. They are on the slower side, and are more powerful when they can take root.¡± ¡°So what do you think we should do about the germination path? From the looks of it they are going to keep branching out. Assuming it follows the same cost as classes, the next level will be 25,000 MP a piece. We could only unlock the third tier of one of them, and open an additional two on the second tier.¡± Mark pulled it open and shared his screen. They would have a couple minutes before they got into the forest where they would do the summoning. At the first tier there were only two options, the killer sprout and the support sprout. The killer sprout broke into three options, Wild, bloodthirsty and arcane seedling. The support sprout broke into two options, the shelter and health seedlings. Assuming the third tier followed suit of each option opening into 2 or 3 new paths, there would be 10 to 15 new branches. That could mean the fourth tier would have 20 to 45 branches and the fifth tier could have 40 to 130 new options. When considering that the fourth tier and fifth tier would cost at least 50,000 MP, it was quite probable they would never unlock all the routes, even if the new options were at the lower end. Even unlocking the tier 3 options would be quite costly, costing at least a quarter million MP. ¡°We could go with what you said, or we could unlock all of the tier 2 options and see what tier 3 has to offer. Based on what I see they should become more specialized the more tiers we unlock. We would not unlock a tier 3 option today, but likely we won¡¯t be able to unlock all the routes even if we survive to the end of the game. The seedling options are still cheap, we could open it up and see which directions we want to develop.¡± Amelia nodded. ¡°That works, lets go ahead and start now.¡± ¡°Don¡¯t want to save it for after summoning the units?¡± Mark asked. She glared at him. ¡°Okay, okay,¡± he placated. Amelia did not wait. She started at the top with the first killer sprout option unlocking the wild seedling for 5,000 MP. Two paths from the tier 3, vegetative state, became unveiled, bold and tranquil. They both read what the first tier 2 option gave. The wild seedling option seemed to be the basic upgrade for the killer sprout path. The killer sprout increased a unit''s strength, agility, and dexterity. The wild seedling upgrade increased the same attributes. The bold and tranquil vegetative state paths would likely follow suit to some degree. The first unlocked upgrade only held Amelia¡¯s attention for a good fifteen seconds. Like a kid with Christmas presents, she was eager to see what was next. The bloodthirsty seedling was the next to be unlocked. Once again two more options were unveiled for the vegetative state, enraged and manic. The bloodthirsty seedling however increased a unit¡¯s attack. Based on the vegetative tier 3 options, this seemed to be some sort of berserking path. They moved onto the third one, the arcane seedling. Perhaps the seedling that Mark had been most interested in. This time three vegetative tier 3 options were unveiled, mystic, occult, and decay. The later two of the tier 3 options made Mark extremely interested. Mystic sounded like a basic option, but occult and decay¡­ However, Mark''s attention was drawn by what the arcane seedling actually gave. Units would get the spell magic missile. A quick look in the encyclopedia on the spell made Mark smile. It had a 3 second cast time. Three times longer than the magic bolt, but the magic missile was more powerful and would always hit the intended target, assuming something did not intercept it. Not to mention the range. There was none, although it was mentioned that after 100 feet the missiles would get weaker. It was far better than magic bolt that his goblin mages haphazardly shot a target. For one, the amount of magic bolts that actually hit their intended targets was probably less than half. Then a magic bolt might take down something with a power rating less than 1 with one hit, but more powerful units could easily shrug it off. They would be less likely to shrug off a missile to the head or the neck¡­ Once again Amelia was already moving on. The support sprout gave boosts to defense, vitality, and endurance. The shelter seedling carried on with all three of those, and unveiled two new tier 3 options for the vegetative state, shield, and barrier. Both options seemed to indicate that they would continue down the path of making a unit an ultimate defender, or a tank. The shelter option was apparently the most boring, Amelia was on the final seedling option within seconds. The life seedling gave units a healing spell. The plant version of the healer. Three new vegetative options became available, health, versatile, and beast shepherd. The health option likely would continue along the healer path. Mark could only guess what the versatile path would entail. However his attention was drawn to the final option, the beast shepherd because by the name was the disclaimer, unique. The tale has been stolen; if detected on Amazon, report the violation. It was a unique option for them, likely since the creepy crawlies counted as beasts. Well at least they followed the beast bloodline upgrade route. In truth, Mark was unsure of how much they would actually need this unique option. They already had a beast tamer class project in work at the research lab, but he felt the unique disclaimer would likely goad him into it. Actually, most of their 12 new tier 3 vegetative options were enticing. In the future, he could see them spending a lot of MP to unlock the germination pathways. After reading through all of them and thinking for a moment, he actually recognized that they all seemed to follow class archetypes. For the killer sprout, wild seedling, it was the warrior path. A dependable fighter with increased strength, agility, and dexterity. Based on the tier 3 names, bold and tranquil, and seeing how the first two tiers had worked, Mark could infer what bold and tranquil would entail. The bold option would likely move down the strength route. The tranquil option would go the agility and dexterity route for a graceful fighter. Interesting, but when compared to the other options available they were not at the top of his list to unlock. The bloodthirsty seedling almost definitely followed a barbarian or berserker like path. Units would have an increase in their attack power with little regard for anything else. The fact that the two tier 3 options were called enraged and manic, assured Mark that his assumptions would not be wrong. In all honesty, these options were at the very bottom of his list. He could not help it. He had an engineer type of mindset. He liked things to be more predictable. The arcane seedling was obviously the mage archetype. The mystic path likely followed a standard mage build. It might be the boring sounding of the options, but after seeing that they got magic missile as their first spell, Mark could not discount it. After all, the flower units were strongest when they were rooted in the ground. What class would suit them better than to serve as mages. The occult option hinted at things forbidden, but there were numerous possibilities as to what they would be. The decay option seemed more evident. Mark could picture enemies shriveling up like raisins. Regardless, All three tier 3 magic based options would be high on his list to unlock. The shelter seedling followed the tank archetype. The difference between shield and barrier was not too difficult for Mark to infer. Barrier¡¯s were likely protection from magic based attacks, meaning that the shield option was more literal in its name in protecting from physical attacks. Both options were actually fairly high up on his list to unlock. The right flower units could be pretty durable, making them into unbreakable shields that sounded good. The life seedling followed the healer class. The health option would likely stick to that route. What exactly the versatile or beast shepherd options would give were a little more ambiguous. Mark would have to unlock them to find out more. The unique beast shepherd option had a real pull to choose it, but versatile likely would fall lower on his list. Mark and Amelia discussed the options as they walked. Amelia seemed to lean towards the same options that Mark did, except for the two tank options. She seemed to have switched them with the berserking options. The berserking and healing options were at the top of her list. Apparently, Amelia liked the idea of a crazy rampaging plant. ¡° ¡°Could you imagine one of the plants climbing over a wall with its vines, going absolutely nuts. Then we could have some plant healers following right behind healing them up¡­¡± The way she described it, actually made them sound pretty good. Mark only sighed as he realized that at some point he would likely be unlocking all of the tier 3 options at some point. Good grief, that would be 300,000 MP, but unlike the beast and humanoid upgrade paths the plant germination path offered a wide variety of options. For a creative mind type like Amelia, the path would be extremely appealing. Based on her excitement, Mark knew where their daily RP quota would be going tomorrow and the foreseeable future. The only thing that would cut off that idea down at the roots would be if the units were let down by the three level 2 flower options they were about to summon. Once they got to a small clearing, Amelia wasted no time. After a quick argument, Mark quickly won. Amelia acquiesced quite quickly in order to move on. Amelia wanted to give the samples a boost, but Mark wanted to see what the units were like without any upgrades. Otherwise, wanted to see what the base unit was like, so he could determine what paths they would be most suitable for. Giving them a germination path at this stage might muddy the situation. They would start with the weakest of the new units, the sunflower with a 2.0 power rating. The sunflower appeared towering over them. It was easily 15 feet tall with a foot diameter stem at its base that stood among a tangle of 10 foot tentacle appendages and roots. The width of the step tampered down to half that of the base. The face looked like any sunflower he had seen. The center is a blackish brown circle flanked by foot long yellow petals. By far this was the biggest unit they had access too. A monster of a plant.
Sun Flower 1 (1/50) (none) Power lvl: 2.0 Morale: --
Strength 12 Attack: 4 Defense: 1
Endurance 11 Abilities/Skills
Agility 2 Sunburst: 0/100% of charge (non MP attack)
Vitality 14
Intelligence 8
Wisdom 8
Of note the sunflower had a unique magic attack, Sunburst, that was powered through sunlight. They would have to give the unit a bit to charge up since it was currently at 0 of 100%. Overall the unit was very impressive for a 2.0 power rating, but there was one real drawback. The unit¡¯s movement was entirely too slow. Mark had not seen a slower moving unit. Even the rock golems moved two or three times as fast. However with their height Mark could see them vantage for magic attacks. Mark only got a few minutes to test out his new unit before Amelia summoned the bloodrose. At that time, Mark already got a pretty good idea of how fast it would take the sunflower to charge up its special attack, 20 minutes. Of course right now they were in direct sunlight in the early summer. Mark had a feeling that if there were other factors like cloud cover it might take longer. Even at first appearance the blood rose seemed menacing, a thicket of vines wrapped up tightly to the size of a hedge 7 or 8 feet tall. What made the unit menacing was the thousands of shark tooth like thorns that covered the vines. Oddly enough there were no roses for which the unit got its name. However that mystery was solved after reading the blood rose¡¯s special ability.
Blood Rose 1 (1/41) (none) Power lvl: 2.4 Morale: --
Strength 14 Attack: 4 Defense: 2
Endurance 18 Abilities/Skills
Agility 8 Blood Frenzy
Vitality 17
Intelligence 3
Wisdom 4
Blood frenzy allowed the blood rose to use the blood of its victims to grow roses. The more blood and the amount of blood the blood rose took in, the more roses would appear. It did not detail what the roses did, but Mark was sure they would like for as many to appear as possible. Even the interface pointed to this with a disclaimer. Enemy units and friendly units could not be sacrificed to increase the blood rose¡¯s blood frenzy. The blood rose had to entangle or kill the units itself. Mark smirked. The battle creators would have almost had to make another patch because of him, because that was exactly where his mind had gone. Regardless, like the sunflower the blood rose promised to be quite a powerful unit compared to its power rating of 2.4. When the bloodrose untangled its vines it could reach up to 30 feet from its center. Along with its smaller cousin, creeping ivy, Mark could form a literal thicket wall. Unlike the sunflower, the blood rose had a decent movement speed. when tasked to do so. The vines stretched out in the intended direction of movement clawing and digging into the ground as it went. Furrows were carved into the dirt upon its passing. Like a tractor was pulling something to till the land. No way this thing could be sneaky. However, Mark had identified Amelia¡¯s rampaging flower unit. This thing could likely claw its way right up a wall regardless of what it was made up of. Without being able to test the blood frenzy the two moved on to the final flower unit the midnight lotus. The midnight lotus appeared. A flower with dark purple flowers 8 foot in diameter with petals curving up 6 feet into the air appeared in front of Mark and Amelia. At its base were green lily pad like leaves. Around eight, 15 foot long tentacle-like vines reached out in all directions. The root structure looked far from sufficient to support the massive flower. Mark did not need to test it to know the flower would be extremely slow.
Midnight Lotus 1 (1/35) (none) Power lvl: 2.8 Morale: --
Strength 10 Attack: 1 Defense: 2
Endurance 8 Abilities/Skills
Agility 2 Malevolent aura:
Vitality 22
Intelligence 7
Wisdom 7
At first look the midnight lotus was not very impressive. It was relatively fragile. The tentacles had the durability and strength similar to that of the creeping ivy. The movement speed was even slower than the sunflower. However, the unit was a support unit not a powerhouse by itself. It all depended on the unit''s special ability, Malevolent aura. [Malevolent aura: increases the power of flower type units within its vicinity, up to a maximum of 25%. The closer a unit is, the greater the effect. Other unit types from the plant tree will benefit from the malevolent aura at a reduced rate.] Mark was kicking himself for having waited so long to unlock the level 2 units. The level 1 units had been alright. However it would have taken boosts to make them really shine. However the level 2 units changed everything. He could already picture an ultimate defense with a bunch of the level 1 and 2 units working together. Amelia was just as excited. Even she understood how the three level 2 units complimented each other perfectly. The bloodrose could form a defense. The sunflowers would be great mages. All of the level 1 units could fill in the gaps. All while the midnight lotus boosted them all. She gave him a knowing smirk. Mark sighed. Lunch today would be him going out to eat to, ¡®I told you town.¡¯ Chapter 48.1 Authors note/announcement This might be the last chapter for a few weeks. I am moving 1,000 miles and will be staying at my in-laws for a week. not sure how often I will get to write during that time. However then I will come back to work at my day job through the month of July. I will be living by myself (no wife, no 3 yr old) for the whole month of July, including July 4th weekend. Goal is 100,000 words. That being said, they will not all be to this story, which leads to my announcement. Announcement: I have started a second story (I have not started posting it yet). Planning on working both stories concurrently, although I will put any questions to ease. The Age of Dungeons is the priority and my greater passion. The other story is going to be its opposite although also LITRPG as well. Where this story is more strategically focused, where MC''s develop their dungeon. the other story will be MC developing himself. Also there will be more means for character interaction, and exploration of the map. Main reason that I am not postponing the desire for a second story. Age of dungeons takes a whole lot more planning and thought to do it justice. In fact, I had to wrestle with chapter 48, the latest chapter for a whole week. Thinking up all the germination paths and how I wanted to structure them took some time. Then I had to finalize what the level 2 flower units would look like. And to be honest I was not sure how I wanted to close out the next phase, although I am now, had an epiphany moment which charted the course for the next 10 to 15 chapters. Likely I will push all of those out in July. The genuine version of this novel can be found on another site. Support the author by reading it there. Plan is to finish out the next phase in July. After that the goal will be 2 chapters a week on the age of dungeons, although I can imagine there will be some 1 chapter or 0 chapter weeks. Depends on how my next job is. Conclusion: The other story will be based in the Arcadian realm in another battle, so I will be developing the realm back setting and interface more. All of that will eventually funnel back into this story. I have a growing list of things that will need to be fixed or completely overhauled for the next draft of this story, although the story will not be changed on a fundamental level (order of events will remain the same).i mainly want to fix the areas I acknowledge have been very weak including interface prompts, character development (yes I know Amelia is probably very awkward just lingering in the background.), but I also want to improve the other characters including the dungeons very own named units and other contenders. Chapter 48.5: Day 132 Cynthia Cynthia along with the rest of the world were in shock. Richard Lambert, the third place holder, had spent the last four days marching an army South to pincer Jack Wynham¡¯s dungeon with the other republic of Neurim contender, Leonard Boulevic. An obvious show of the two republic dungeons coordinating their efforts despite in battle communication being currently disabled. The fact that they had found away to coordinate was not nearly so surprising then the fact that the two were doing so for the benefit of Leonard and not Richard. Richard had been assumed to be Republic¡¯s main, while the other two contenders played blocker and support, but either that assumption had been wrong or the republic had changed their plans. Neither option would be too surprising, although from a battle standpoint most leaned towards the later. Truth was that Richard was involved in a three way stagnant struggle with the 5th and 6th place dungeons in the Northeast. None of them could gain an edge against the others and the three way struggle had actually caused them to start to fall behind. However this new move would likely end that struggle. Richard had committed far too many resources to wipe out the other republic¡¯s main competition in the southeast region. Several hundred DP had been converted and added in with an additional 300,000 MP. The half million MP army devastated Jack Wynham¡¯s surface forces, and Leonard¡¯s army moved in before Jack had a chance to summon more construct defenders. Leonard being able to sweep through the dungeon levels with a full untouched army of orcs and gnolls was a foregone conclusion. It changed the game board. Once Leonard finished off Jack, he should be able to gobble down the other three dungeons in the southeast given enough time. He would emerge dominant in the Southeast region. Nicholas Holt would do the same with the Southwest region. The north would almost certainly be claimed by Daniel Hale, the beastmaster. Whereas Derrick Blackwell from the Atlin empire would face off against Avery Kingston the model from Magnum. Richard had already lost both of his outposts, in his weakened condition it was unlikely for him to be able to make a comeback or aid Leonard after this. Seemingly the breakout of three of the regions had been decided. Four by most estimates, since Gale Barbary was assumed to be the emerging power in the Northwestern region. Cynthia was not entirely convinced since she did not think her client or Mareth would go down easily, but perhaps she was too deeply involved to see the truth of the matter. Gale Barbary had just unlocked the troll branch, making her the only contender to have unlocked two level 2 unit branches. Now with Amelia and Mareth squaring off with each other Gale would only pull further ahead. She already passed most contenders in regards to unit upgrades. She had more level 2 techs researched then anybody else, and her swamp fortress was becoming more and more formidable. Only real reason she was number 9 on the rankings list was that she had not done anything. She had not gotten any unique rewards, but she was ahead in everything else. The real question was when the major powers would be done consolidating their areas. Nicholas Holt and Daniel Hale would likely be done in another couple of months. Leonard would likely need a few months more since he had three more dungeons to knock out. The Northeastern battle could happen at any time. Although many theorized that either Avery Kingston or Derrick Blackwell would emerge victorious sooner rather than later since they both had fallen behind due to the other and Richard Lambert. It was clear they both wanted things settled, so that they could move on unencumbered by other nearby dungeons. Day: 133 Avery Kingston Avery smirked as she watched the last of Richard Lambert''s undead fall before her forces. Fifteen enraged vegetative state Treants led the charge into what was likely the final floor of Richards dungeon. Myconid healers followed behind healing the already durable rampaging treants. The cherry tree mystics would lob spells and their special cherry bomb attack from behind them all. Avery had started the battle opening the plant tree, and the cheapest fungus branch. Soon after she had unlocked the tree branch to give herself a little more physical strength. From there she had been offered a unique reward for her first and only conquest. The unique reward unlocked the humanoid tree requirement for her, allowing her to get the myconid branch. The fungus based humanoids were welcome in many regards, but also introduced the headache of having to advance classes and eventually skills as well as the germination paths for her plant type units. Her resources had already been stretched thin dealing with Richard and Derrick for the last few months. Thankfully, Richard had basically just removed himself from the competition. It had been expected for one of the republic contenders to make the move. Avery could only be thankful that Richard had apparently become the republic''s sacrifice. If you encounter this story on Amazon, note that it''s taken without permission from the author. Report it. Avery¡¯s only regret was that she had not made her move earlier. It was extremely likely that the forces he had sent away had already accomplished their mission. Richard had done a good job concealing his intentions. Both Derrick and herself had been wary for several days, having both lost sight of Richard¡¯s massive army. While they had each taken the opportunity to take out one of his outposts. It was unfortunate, if Avery had not had the misconception that Richard was the republic¡¯s golden boy, she could have finished him off before his army went to the aid of Leonard, the soon to be last surviving member of the Republic. How funny would that have been, if she had taken him down while his army was in transit?. At least after today, she would be left with a standup fight with Derrick. With only two of them, they could fight it out without worrying that someone else would intrude. Well at least not someone local. Hopefully her next unique rewards would give her the edge in the upcoming struggle. Once she had taken control of her region of the map she could catch up with the other contender finalists. She was not under any misconceptions. The three way struggle had caused them all to fall behind. The only respite in their constant struggle had occurred after someone hit dungeon level 2. They had all shifted their focus to reaching level 2 themselves. Of course the pause only lasted a couple of weeks, before something had inevitably restarted hostilities. But Avery was far from discouraged. Apparently, very few contenders had unlocked the plant tree. Few could understand what it could offer. The humanoid class and skill system was far less versatile, than the germination pathways that she had only begun to unlock. Unlocking its mysteries would forever take precedence for her. The myconids would only be advanced enough to supplement the plant types. The myconids did offer new avenues in one area. Construction. All of her buildings before getting the fungus men branch had been grown and warped together out of trees. Now she had units that could work with stone. She already had ideas on how to fuse the two techniques to form a stone palace covered with vines and trees. Her own jungle fortress, where the stone would protect the vital areas of the plants, allowing the plants to attack with impunity. The plants would use the research projects from her trap research focus. The result would be a stone palace, with non unit plants that would seek out, entangle, and kill any who entered. The treants finished off the last of the defenders and exited the floor. As expected, the fourth level was Richards last line of defense. None of them had unlocked dungeon features II, so five floors was all any of them had, since they all had also devoted one of their floors for a mine. Her treants entered the core room, and destroyed the core. After her last conquest, she knew that she would have to wait an hour before she could look at her unique rewards. Just enough time to get the tension she had been carrying out of her neck and shoulders. The three way struggle had been quite stressful.. ¡°Mckayla, can you set up for a massage,¡± Avery said stretching. ¡°Yes miss Kingston,¡± Mckayla said moving to the opposite side of the core room. Mckayla was her champion, but had been her aid for over a decade prior. Avery had picked her since she could do practically everything, including massages, aromatherapy, acupuncture, and make the perfect cocktail. Avery had not spent the 10,000 MP because she needed a champion. As a model she had always spearheaded major decisions herself, but she could not bear roughing it alone. When the battle could easily last several years, bringing in Mckayla had been an easy decision. ***Below is a graph of who is left in each region, their rank, and their troop types if specified, for you visual types. Just note their are now only 14 contenders. Ranks are based on the last months ranking and do not account for the Number 3 and 4 being taken out of the picture.***
Remaining Contenders: 14
Northwest Region North Region Northeast
Amelia Cromwell (rank 10) Goblins, Creepy Crawlies, flowers Daniel Hale (Beastmaster)(rank 2) Several beast branches, and tree branch Avery Kingston (rank 5)) Fungus, Tree, and Myconids
Mareth Ingall (rank 11) Golems, Scarecrows Simon Heath (rank 8) Not specified Derrick Blackwell (rank 6) Not specified
Gale Barbary (rank 9) Lizardmen, Giants (Lvl 2), Trolls (Lvl 2)
Southwest Region Southeast Region
Nicholas Holt (rank 1) Skeletons, zombies Leonard Boulevic (rank 7) Orcs and gnolls
Unnamed (rank 16) Not specified Unnamed (rank 14) Not specified
Unnamed (rank 15) Not specified Unnamed (rank 13) Not specified
Unnamed (rank 12) Not specified
Chapter 49: Day 133 Mark watched the gray and blue dots break from the tree line on his tactical map. It was dark outside so he would not be able to see them for a while. Not until they entered the firelight where he waited with Henry, a half dozen legionnaires, and a pair of red mages. If things did somehow come to blows there would also be the two surviving yellow scouts. Of course the two survivors from the four unit scouting party would be the two veterans. Accompanying them was Khondur the kobold leader and a dozen other kobolds. Mark had an idea of what they were coming for. Several weeks ago one of the scout teams had left the dungeon to get guidance from the kobolds. The mission had been a success. They now had an underground route mapped to Mareth¡¯s territory. A couple days of travel would allow Mark to drop an army right on Mareth¡¯s doorstep. Probably less than a quarter of a mile from where Mareth¡¯s territorial boundary began. The best part was that the beginning of the route started from the cave where they had found the cave bear all the way back during week 1. Their troops could be spawned and enter the cave in a matter of a couple of hours under the cover of darkness, without Mareth being the wiser. There had been just one snag. ¡°Niccceeee to sssseee, you again dungeon lord,¡± Khondur said with his gravelly voice, stepping into the edge of the firelight. ¡°A pleasure,¡± Mark replied. ¡°I understand our scouting team and your guides ran into a bit of trouble. Sorry that a few of your men got killed helping us out.¡± ¡°A knownnn adversary of ours, yet their patrols have been venturing further. Challenging the territorial boundaries that have existed for generations.¡± Mark nodded. Right after the first dungeon had hit level 2 neutral parties across the map had attacked the various dungeons they were nearby. For Mark and Amelia, it had been a gnoll army. For Mareth, the harpies had described that she had been attacked by giant humanoids. From what his scouts had described, Mark now suspected trolls, since the ones the scout party had run into were not giants. ¡°The trolllsss, might hinder your plansss of sssending an army underground. They would sssurrely, attack such a forcsse that came within the area,¡± Khondur finished. ¡°How many trolls are we talking about?¡± Mark asked. ¡°And what types?¡± he added. ¡°Our estimates would put their numbersss at 500 or so. The bulk of their forcsse conssitsss of lowland trolllsss, but their plenty of regular trolllsss and hill trolllsss as well. Of coursssse, they will alsssso have ssssome cave trolllsss.¡± Five hundred was not a small force. Then there were four unit types, and since trolls were a level 2 unit branch, Mark would expect them all to be above the 2.0 power rating threshold. At least one of the four types was likely a level 3 unit type. Since a couple dozen cave trolls had obliterated the surface of Mareth¡¯s dungeon, Mark could not underestimate them. If they had even a couple of class or experience upgrades the cave trolls would likely have a power rating well into the 4¡¯s. Mark calculated how much taking out such a force would require. Definitely over a hundred thousand, probably closer to two hundred thousand. It would take more than a weeks worth of MP to challenge it. Another week of production that they would potentially fall behind the other dungeons, but what was the alternative, fight Mareth in a straight out fight on the surface. That might be even more costly in the long run. The trolls had found and attacked a goblin and kobold scouting squad with only 10 units. What were the chances that an army of over a thousand could get through? Maybe the trolls would not want the trouble?... No, they most definitely were not that lucky. If he wanted to go through with the plan to sneak up on Mareth¡¯s dungeon the trolls would have to be dealt with. Seeming to understand Mark¡¯s predicament, Khondur spoke up again. ¡°There may be something else you would be interested in at the troll encampment,¡± the kobold leader said grinning. Although his alligator teeth made it seem more like he was sizing up how Mark would taste for dinner. Mark¡¯s attention was on the kobold leader. It had already been verified that essence sources could be co located with various neutral factions on the map, but what Khondur said next was even more appetizing. ¡°There are black coal mounds in the troll settlement, eight of them,¡± the kobold leader said, revealing his teeth even further. The reptilian knew Mark would be interested in that. Eight coal mounds could not be disregarded. It was one more than even the garden sanctuary. Mark had not done the math recently but they only had another 3 months of coal at their home base, and the Crassius site had just a few weeks more. Mark smiled. There was no reason why he could not switch one of the sites before they ran out. Sure it would be an upfront expenditure, but it would also leave them with an outpost site to fall back upon if one was destroyed or occupied. They only produce MP at three sites, nothing said they could not have outposts ready to go at other sites. Of course right now, Mark would have to turn off the Crassius site. They had manna bellows and manna pumps at the home base, which would also count against their MP production site limit, but there was also an answer to that. When the homebase ran out of coal, Mark had already been planning to use DP to move the buildings to one of the other sites, so that he could mine coal somewhere else. An underground outpost would be extremely secure from the other dungeons, so would make a good location for them. However, that would require Mark to upgrade that location to a settlement. Something he would not spend a hundred thousand on, but 20,000 for a new outpost that increased their daily MP production that was definitely a worthwhile expenditure. Still there was no reason why he should not try to get a little help with obtaining it. ¡°Would you be able to support our forces in wiping out your enemies?¡± Mark queried. ¡°Haek, haek, haek,¡± the reptilian laughed. ¡°Dungeon lord, I would not attack the trolllsss even if I could sssend a forcsse of two thousssssand. Although from what we have witnessed from your dungeon, you should be able to manage it,¡± Khondur added. The narrative has been taken without authorization; if you see it on Amazon, report the incident. Mark frowned, but he would not be deterred. ¡°What about in just a support role. The kobolds take out the troll scouts and guide our forces. I¡¯m sure that you know the ins and outs of the troll territory, if you have seen their base.¡± ¡°¡±Perhapssss,¡± the Kobold leader said, once again his snout formed its wicked smile. Khondur stood for a minute in contemplation. ¡°Sweeaten the pottt?¡± the kobold leader asked contemplatively. ¡°Not for only that much support,¡± Mark stated, taking a hard stance. ¡°Besides, it is rather strange how we have not seen any of our 50% of higher level resources from your miners. Perhaps we need to revisit that¡­¡± Mark stated smiling. ¡°Haek, Haek, haek, just so happens we actually just located some essence in the magic mine. I was waiting for usss to finish collecting it all before we distribute your ssshare,¡± Khondur stated revealing his teeth. Essence¡­ in the mine? Mark¡¯s eyes widened. But his mind refocused back on the task on hand. ¡°Yes, we will await our share. Now how about the support?¡± ¡°Very well, we will guide the army and deal with the trolllsss patrolllsss. I guess that will concludddee tonightsss dealingsss. Till next time,¡± Khondur said, turning. ¡°It will probably be a week, maybe two before the attack. We will let you know when we are ready,¡± Michael shouted after the departing kobold lord. The kobolds seemed to dislike being above ground and social interaction, so the couple times they had met the meetings had been kept brief. It was fine with Mark. The news of essence being found in the mine was welcome news. Since Khondur departed in that direction, perhaps they would know what type it was soon. Mark had to wonder how many other high level things the kobold miners had found. The goblins had found quite a few different basic metals including iron and copper, but nothing game changing so far. Still with the amount of iron they were mining, their armor would soon all be made of metal. Plate armor for the bugbears and perhaps other units like the arachne, but chain mail was also in the works. With the gnomes'' knowhow it was a simple thing for the goblins to make long lines of iron that could then be cut into segments and cinch them together in the crafting house. The goblins'' handiwork might not be the greatest, but even a poorly made set of chain mail would provide a defensive bonus equivalent to their best hide armor and defensive enchantment. Since chain mail could be counted as an undershirt a piece of hide armor with an enchantment could be worn over it doubling the defensive bonus. Well¡­it would in the future. Based on one of their samples, they did not have the required tech to do so. Mark was pretty sure it would be the intricate design tech, which was available for 150 RP. Right now they were working toward unlocking one of the vegetative state germination route upgrades, but perhaps in the near future Mark would work to get intricate design unlocked. Day 134 ¡°What do you mean, Ezekiel took it,¡± Mark asked angrily. Just the moment before he had felt like it was Christmas. The kobold leader had come through. They had delivered quite a few measures of their newest essence, lightning. Now their crazy resident scientist had absconded with it. It was a wonder the scientist could find out about something so soon. It had only been a matter of hours. It was like the scientist had created spy bots that had infiltrated the entire camp. Perhaps that was giving him too much credit, spy bots would be too high tech. The more reasonable option was that someone was telling him. Mark¡¯s eyes scanned the goblins just now arousing throughout the camp. The bastard must be bribing them with something. Just like they were bribing the harpies to bring them information. ¡°Well actually sir, he only took about a quarter of it,¡± Henry replied with his gruff voice. ¡°We still have 16 measures of it left. I delivered a few measures to the research lab and secured the rest in the stone essence chests. Boss, if I may¡­ If we are expecting to get more essence from the mine in the future, we will need some more stone essence chests for storage.¡± ¡°Very well, I will let you work that out with the gnomes,¡± Mark agreed. Sixteen measures was not bad, their life essence source could barely produce that much in a month. Maybe he should not worry too much about what Ezekial had taken. Sixteen measures would likely go pretty far with whatever methods the researchers found to use it for. Not to mention a mad scientist and electricity made a pretty good combination. ¡°Continue with the morning report,¡± Mark said finally, realizing that Henry was just standing by awkwardly. ¡°Oh yes, well, the only other thing of note, other than the normal projects is some information we received from a harpy this morning.¡± That got Mark¡¯s full attention. ¡°The harpy reported a new unit type at the lizardmen dungeon. Large gray humanoids. From the descriptions, they sound like trolls that the scouts ran into on the underground mission.¡± That was certainly news. Gale had unlocked the troll branch, and since she already had giants it meant she had unlocked both level 2 options. It was quite alarming. There had been quite a bit of alarming news recently. Two days ago the number four dungeon had fallen. Then only the day after the number three dungeon had followed right after it. According to Amelia, they were both top contender prospects from major factions. Big moves were being made across the map, and now there were only 14 contenders left. Yet Mark and Amelia were only aware of what was happening in their immediate area. The only glimpse they had of other dungeons were the few alternate entrances they had discovered, but since they had not sent anyone through, they had no idea who they belonged to. Perhaps they needed to do something about that soon. Regardless, Mark was starting to get the antsy feeling again. The same one he had gotten in the weeks leading up to the first dungeon hitting level 2. With how much MP their dungeon was pulling in daily, they could save up the million MP for dungeon level 3 in two months of dedicated effort. Some dungeons had been level 2 for nearly 3 months at this point. That was plenty of time for dungeons to knock out quite a few of the level 2 techs, and start eyeing the level 3 dungeon upgrade. Mark¡¯s worst case estimate gave them at least another month. There were a host of things for dungeons to spend MP on, and surely the other dungeons were at least running into some problems of their own. Still it was a good idea to have some idea of when other dungeons would progress. ¡°Anything else,¡± Mark asked, realizing that once again he had Henry hanging around awkwardly. ¡°Not really boss, the regiment is making a good headway on the outer wall for the fortress. We have thousands of blocks standing by, but in a matter of weeks the reserve will run out.¡± ¡°Have our miners start producing blocks as well. If that slows down mining too much, we could have members of the regiment go and mine the difference,¡± Mark said dismissively. The kobolds were producing 500 plus stones a day, but the regiment was burning through the ten thousand surplus that had been built up before work could begin. They would just have to produce more on their own. Henry continued with other aspects, but Mark only half listened. His mind was going over with how he wanted to go about taking care of the troll problem before moving onto their true target. Chapter 50: Day 140 Just like everyday for the past week, Mark and Amelia were hard at work. There was a lot to prepare for. Today was the last day before their forces would leave through the underground passage to take the troll village off the map. Oddly enough, it was the preparation and not MP that had held things back. They had already had a good portion of the force built. Mark planned on sending the regiment and archer division. That would put 750 goblins in the force. Other than that Mark had planned to spawn 5 spiders, 5 scorpions, and 81 cockroaches, all with three levels of beast bloodlines. Added to the 5 spiders and 19 cockroaches leftover from the subjugation force that would give them 10 spiders and a 100 cockroaches. In addition he would send 5 level 3 arachne mages with the soak skill. The additions would only cost just over 39,000 MP. Then Mark would also send the 10 spiritualists. Hopefully, they could be kept out of the battle, but sending an additional 75 power rating worth of shadow monsters was too good to give up. The force would be led by Henry and Nasal. The latter having respawned several days ago. Sending around 900 units to attack a force of 500 that were all level two or higher would normally not be enough, but that is where their preparation would come in. Luckily, Mark had some idea of what their units would be facing having heard many stories with trolls back on earth. It was odd how so many things lined up with their mythology, but Mark had come to the conclusion that the lower realm with his earth had been used heavily as a reference for this battle. If that was the case, it meant that things should line up more often than not. What did he know about trolls? They were bigger than humans. They were tough, and a good portion of lore said they had regeneration. Fortunately, they already had an answer for that. Their forge¡¯s special aspect allowed metal to take on properties from whatever it was quenched in. They had already discovered that congealed corpse blood would result in weapons causing necrosis damage which directly fought regeneration. Mark had directed the collection from all three reanimated corpses whenever they needed more. Fire was also supposedly, something that was supposed to be effective to combat regeneration, so thousands of arrows with both aspects were being prepared in addition to other things. Mark had spent the days producing rock and doing other things during most of the process. Amelia was playing with her new toy in the crafting shop. The goblin miners finally came through yesterday. A decent sized source of base essence had been found in the mine. Once again some of it went to the research lab, but they did already have one use for the base essence. The inscription pens could be charged with it for enchantments. Amelia and Crouse were both hard at work to break through the good quality threshold they had been stuck at for so long. Mark would have to check up on her progress soon. There was only one issue that Mark needed to deal with. Both Mareth and Gale were keeping tabs on their dungeon. They would have to fool them. Mark¡¯s current plan was to have the mining division spend time topside carrying out various roles. Some would have to build the wall. Some would have to go in and out of the crafting house, and some would have to man the tower. The green and horned goblins were capped out, otherwise Mark would just summon more. Mark thought through it a little more. No, pretending everything was normal would just slow down their progress. Who could say if their opponents would buy it. Then a spark of brilliance came to him. If avoiding attention was not the best idea, then perhaps he should go the opposite way. The more he thought about it, the better the idea was. Make something new and flashy to hold their opponents focus. After unlocking the germination pathways, Mark had already wanted to swap out their home bases defensive units. Then the goblins and creepy crawlies could be used mainly for offensive purposes. The unit caps were too limiting otherwise. What better time than now, when most of the goblins would likely die in that troll attack to reconfigure their forces. Of course there would always be a place for the goblins on defense as well, but until they hit level 3 the unit caps were too constricting. For the troll attack and for their eventual sneak attack on Mareth¡¯s dungeon they would need to take as many goblins as possible. The plants and say an archer division could keep the home base adequately defended. At the very least the plant defenders would not need to be fed, so they were basically free units. Mark checked on their current MP and did the math. Once all the offensive forces had been built, they would be sitting with 162,580 MP right now. That should be plenty to build a pretty good defense. Mark flipped to their germination upgrade page. They had unlocked one tier 3 vegetative state upgrade. Mystic, the basic mage option, had been Mark¡¯s first choice. The upgrade was the equivalent of unlocking mage level 3, and it did not disappoint. The mystic class gave a new spell, Concussion. Mark had summoned a cheap level 1 unit to test the spell. Concussion had the longest cast time they had run across, costing the caster a full 30 seconds. It was hard to tell completely since it had not been tested against actual targets. The mystic plant could fire a transparent beam that had a duration of about 4 seconds. From what Mark could tell it looked like a line of powerful wind that would knock over units, but he was sure there was more to it. The name concussion and a 30 second cast time surely would not be associated with just a gust of wind used to knock things over. Surprisingly, the mystic upgrade had only revealed one tier 4, budding option, with the same name. Either the vegetative state had already branched to all the areas or the one vegetative option just did not have anywhere else to go. Mark would not cry over it. The options were great, but at 50,000 MP per a budding state upgrade he would never be able to unlock all the options if the paths all continued to branch out. Mark looked at the upgrade currently underway. His second choice had been the shield vegetative state upgrade. Something he would surely want prior to summoning a bunch of defensive type units, but they currently had only 20 of 25 RP toward unlocking it. Mark could convert MP to finish it up or wait till tomorrow. It did not take long for Mark to decide. He could just stay up past midnight and use tomorrow''s 5 RP. No conversion fee and the forces could still be in place tomorrow morning. He would not have to build everything tonight. Some shield blood roses and creeping ivy, and some mystic sunflowers. They could fill out the force more later. Mark settled on 34 blood rose shields, 49 creeping ivy shields, and 49 sunflower mystics. It would cost just over 103,940 MP, leaving him with over 50,000 MP. By tonight when he actually summoned them, that would be even higher. The 135 plant units would not seem like much, but that was not taking into account the destructive power of the sunflower. Mark had only tested it once, when he was sure the spies would not see the result. A fully charged sunburst could turn multiple decent sized trees into kindling. If you spot this tale on Amazon, know that it has been stolen. Report the violation. Sure if Mareth attacked in the night they would only have one shot, and even that would have atrophied as energy atrophied off through the night. However, even at sunrise the sunburst would still be half charged. Enough to turn one or two of Mareth¡¯s level 2 units into rubble. Then they would have their other spells using manna. Once he unlocked the healer vegetative state option he would make lotuses. They would heal the bramble defensive barrier and increase all of the flower units'' strength by 25% with their malevolent aura. Unless Mareth attacked, he could wait till they researched them normally. He could summon some in another 5 days. If she did attack in the next few days, Mark would have to summon yellow hobgoblins and other types that were not capped. Then he would summon a bunch of level 1 flowers to fight in the melee. Hopefully, it would not come to that. Mareth had several weeks to rebuild her forces, the same as them. From the harpy reports, she had already built hundreds of units including a handful of level 2 units. It would take her at least to build an army similar to the last one, but it was likely it would be another week or two before she actually attacked. She had seen what Mark and Amelia had to offer. If she came again, it would be with additional measures. Mark believed that the fourth level of their dungeon could deal with a lot, but if Mareth got the right units there she would be able to clear it. While Mark thought they could prevent her from doing so if he put his full effort against her. That was not the plan. Last time, Mareth had attacked their dungeon, she had only left a skeleton crew to guard her own dungeon. No other threats in the area had let Mareth focus on all out offensives, but next time she did there would be a surprise ready for her. Best part is that Mark would not even have to actually endure her attack. If all went according to plan, they could attack once her army was hours away. Based on her previous attacks it would be at night, but that should not be an issue. There was only one issue to the whole plan. Feeding his forces at the advanced position. His forces could theoretically have to wait for weeks. At least a new outpost at the troll settlement would solve the logistical problem. No longer would he have to constantly send supply trains back and forth. He could buy the food at the outpost right where he needed it. Mark loved when the pieces lined up perfectly. Mark decided to duck his head into the crafting house. Amelia had been there for a good hour. He could see how much success she had with the base essence. Mark entered to find dozens of units scurrying about for last minute preparations. Amelia had separated herself off in a corner on a desk next to Crouse, the gnome¡¯s main inscriptionist. ¡°How is it going?¡± Mark tried, but Amelia just shhh¡¯d him in return. ¡°It¡¯s going exceedingly well,¡± Crouse the gnome spoke. He was pale from manna deprivation. ¡°Even I have been able to turn out a couple exceptional quality inscriptions with the base essence. However there still seems to be another threshold preventing us from turning out a masterwork. Our hypothesis is material quality. However right now she is attempting to put three inscriptions on a single arrow. Piercing, duplicate projectile, and the flame enchantment.¡± ¡°We have failed a couple of times, but it should be possible as long as all three enchantments are of exceptional quality. As long as we can work out the interference issues between the three.¡± ¡°I guess that excludes the firecracker enchantment since we can only produce up to average quality,¡± Mark frowned. ¡°That is true,¡± The gnome relented, but then his pale face widened in a grin. ¡°But you should have seen our first test of exceptional quality enchantments.¡± Mark¡¯s eyes widened in question. ¡°After we got our portion of the base essence, I could not help but work into the night using it. Of course, I eventually was too drained to continue, so I joined the festivities as normal. After a few drinks Cedrick suggested we try one out. The duplicate projectile caused the arrow to separate into 9 separate arrows that then burst in flame.¡± ¡°It doubled?¡± Mark exclaimed. The gnome nodded. From poor quality to good quality the duplicate projectile enchantment added one additional arrow per a quality increase, resulting in four duplicates at good quality. Crouse was saying that crossing that barrier had resulted in eight or double the payload. The same was likely true for other enchantments. Crossing the quality threshold would allow their weapons to double in strength. ¡°How much base essence does each one take?¡± Mark asked. ¡°¡±Hmmmm even with my experimenting, I think I should be able to produce over a hundred double enchanted arrows from our allotment. However we only got 25% of the base essence, so you should be able to produce three times that. Of course, if she is successful with the triple enchantment that number would be less¡­¡± ¡°Can you guys, go somewhere else,¡± Amelia spoke up frustratedly. Her attention was still on the arrow she was working on. The gnome shrugged. ¡°Okay, I¡¯ll get out of your hair,¡± Mark stated. They could talk through his plans during dinner. At that point she would likely be far too drained to enchant again till later that evening, new toy or not. Mark went to the apothecary expansion. The bugbear platoon was already fully outfitted with pills for the upcoming battle, but increasing their stockpile would never be a bad thing. Mark got the ingredients and got things going. After a few minutes he was able to sit back and think, only dedicating a bit of his attention to the task. Mark could not help, but think what a rock skin pill would do if he hit exceptional quality with one. Mark smiled despite himself. He had just mastered average quality, and had yet to even produce one good quality pill yet. Scouts had brought enough herbs for some exceptional quality pills, but Mark did not feel up to the task when he could not even hit good quality yet. Still, if the jump from good to exceptional quality held true for the pill¡­ good quality would likely increase the defense stat by five, so exceptional quality could take it all the way to 10, Mark thought excitedly. To think he had been excited to get his bugbear units past 10 in defense with the use of rock skin pills, but with armor and an exceptional quality rock skin pill 10 did not seem like much at all. Mark continued producing pills throughout most of the day, with just an hour break for lunch. By dinner time, he was thoroughly worn out. Amelia was just as worn down. She was already waiting for him on the couch. The new rankings were already pulled up. Mark had intended to be here in time, but to finish the last pill he had to accept being a few minutes late. Mark instantly found their dungeon. They were ranked number 7. With Mareth, just behind at 8. First place had been held by Nicholas Holt, and Daniel Hale had stayed in second. Leonard Boulevic had jumped all the way up to third. Then, there was Gale sitting in fourth place. She had crept up the list. It seemed that viewers were starting to realize that Gale¡¯s strength was growing without opposition. Avery Kingston and Derrick Blackwell stayed in fifth and sixth respectively, although Gale had surpassed them. As far as ninth through fourteen, Mark did not care too much. He had a feeling that if Amelia and him survived for too much longer most of them would not be a factor. Simon Heath, a contender from a major faction had dropped all the way to twelfth signaling that he likely was not long for the world. Being in seventh place would have sounded amazing, if Mark did not read between the lines. While there was some bias in play, viewers should be ranking where they felt dungeons would end up. Amelia being in seventh meant they thought seven other dungeons would fall before Amelia. It likely meant that half of the dungeons were going to be gobbled up by the stronger ones in their area. Amelia and Mareth were just lower on the list since Gale, their local major faction contender, was turtling down. However, Mark was glad that viewers ranked them above Mareth. It meant people seeing everything both sides had to offer, felt that Mark and Amelia would come out on top. However, Mark could not help but feel some trepidation at the thought of what the battle would be like once there were only seven or so dungeons left. Without the other distractions in their own areas, dungeons would start looking elsewhere. Chapter 51: Day 143 The ruse had either worked, or the other dungeons had noticed that Mark had moved a large portion of the goblin forces and elected not to act. It did not matter now. In a matter of hours the goblins would assault the troll settlement. Mark would soon be able to resummon goblins to supplement the mining division, who were currently running ragged to do a bit of everything. Mark had summoned another 50 yellow hobgoblin mages, but they were keeping the barracks running. Half went to get the experience boost, while the rest worked to progress their mage class. The new plant line did look formidable. The 85 combined units of creeping ivy and blood roses made a literal bramble wall in front of the moat. Yellow sunflowers stretched up 12 feet overhead. A vantage that would allow them to blast from out behind the defenses. Just that much should be able to delay and do some damage. Mark''s attention shifted back to the large interface. Khondur was approaching Henry. ¡°We wiped out three patrolllsss, but it seamsss the rest have formed lines at the edge of their settlement. They are preparing for battle. Another few minutes that way,¡± Khondur said pointing down the tunnel. ¡°I guess it won¡¯t be a surprise attack, then. Henry send a scout team first so we can get a look at things, and formulate a battle plan,¡± Mark said, directing the latter half of that through the link. Khondur left with the rest of the kobolds. They intended to cut off any who chose to flee, but Mark thought it doubtful that any would when he saw their lines. Rank upon rank, 500 trolls stood there waiting calmly. Their weapons were crude and sample, a throwback to weapons before researching the metal casting tech. Tomahawks and spears with stone tips in the hands of the smaller trolls, and tree trunks roughly held in the massive hands of 12 foot tall cave trolls. Mark sized them all up. The lowland trolls were the smallest, but that was only compared to the other troll types. They were each six feet tall with gray skin. Hippopotamus-like teeth jutted out of their closed lips. All of them had black dreadlocks that hung to their waists, although some had the different portions of their head shaved similar to hairstyles Mark would expect from ancient Egyptians. The regular trolls were only a foot taller, but shared a lot of the same characteristics. The hill trolls were basically eight foot tall gorillas, without the hair. They had bulky muscles and sharp incisors. The cave trolls were also hairless and stood 12 feet tall. Instead of bulging muscles they had bulging guts. Although with the way they hefted tree trunk sized clubs, they definitely had the muscle as well. ¡°They are just standing waiting for us¡­¡± Amelia said, shifting eyes between Mark and the screen. ¡°It will be fine,¡± Mark reassured. It was as much for himself as for her. The trolls aligned for battle all likely had power ratings between 2.5 and 5 once class and experience were taken into account. ¡°Henry, We will send the cockroaches in first. While they keep the trolls occupied, then have the archers pepper them. Nasal, have the archers save our best stuff for the big trolls. Then the goblin infantry and scorpions can advance. Keep the bugbears in reserve. I don¡¯t want to have to use them if we don¡¯t have to.¡± ¡°Yes, boss,¡± Henry answered. Moments later he was already shouting directions to the forces gathered. ¡°Well at least, the kobolds weren¡¯t exaggerating. There were eight mounds of coal, like they said there would be,¡± Mark stated leaning back into the couch. ¡°Hopefully another three year supply. At this rate, I don¡¯t think the battle will last half that,¡± Amelia added. The cockroaches hit the tunnel''s exit and went screeching right toward the troll lines. Mark would have rather them bunch up and attack as one instead attacking three abreast, but they did not exactly have the best control over them. The goblins followed hot on their heels. The goblin drummers had already started their cadence, but their beats were drowned out by 500 trolls shouting in unison. The lowland trolls surged forward to meet the cockroaches. The cockroaches slammed into the gray wall of muscle and stone. They were about as dangerous to the trolls as bugs would be to a car¡¯s windshield. Still after only seconds the roaches had broken into their loose ranks skittering into the gaps. The scene reminded Mark of water moving through a stream. Solid unmovable rocks and water flowing around them. If nothing else, the cockroaches were resilient. Even crushing blows from the powerful troll units would not easily bring them down. The goblins entered the large cavern and started forming ranks. Most of the trolls were turning around and around trying to smash the persistent bastards flowing among their ranks, but a few saw the goblins and started flowing that way. The troll charge however had effectively been halted. Goblin infantry moved to intercept the few trolls moving their way, as the goblin archers set up. The goblin infantry got slaughtered several at a time, despite having more units and better weapons. The cockroach counter was down to 60 and dropping steadily. The distraction would not last for long. The seeming one sided slaughter ended with the first volley. Hundreds of arrows duplicated before bursting into flames. Then they rained down on the clump of trolls and cockroaches. The necrotic flaming arrow heads found hundreds of trolls. Few actually went down, but a second volley was already on the way. More and more trolls left the melee streaking towards the goblin forces. Already the few that had reached the goblins were already causing havoc. ¡°Henry have the scorpions and bugbears intercept them,¡± Mark ordered. The goblin infantry was too far outmatched. The goblin lines would buckle if too many trolls faced the weaker units. If you stumble upon this narrative on Amazon, it''s taken without the author''s consent. Report it. White spears flickered into existence, streaking toward the approaching targets. Mark watched one ape-like hill troll take a spear straight to its shoulder. A sizable chunk of flesh was blown off the creature¡¯s deltoid, but it kept going. Lowland and regular trolls that took a magic lance were blown back, but the bigger trolls were far too resilient. Soon fireballs joined in sweeping into multiple onrushing trolls. The spiritualists sent their black shadows forward to tear into the approaching trolls. The effort was enough to stall the trolls long enough for the scorpions and bugbears to reform the goblin ranks into a vanguard. The scorpions'' tails and pinchers darted forward piercing and snatching. The bugbears slammed their hammers down. The goblin line held firmly, with one exception. The hill troll with the exploded deltoid pushed two bugbears back, and threatened a section. However Henry arrived on the scene a moment afterward. Three swings of his hammer, and the hill troll went down. The goblin front line was reformed just in time for them to face the bulk of the troll force headed their way. Only a fraction of the cockroaches were still alive. Not enough to keep the main troll forces attention. Included in the hundred charging trolls were dozens of hill trolls and a good ten cave trolls. All of them had arrows sticking out of them, but if it affected them, Mark could not tell. ¡°Nasal, use the good stuff,¡± Mark shouted through the link, but the archers were already firing the good stuff. Double good quality enchanted piercing or flaming arrows duplicated in the air. A wall of a thousand plus arrows raked through the troll lines. There had been a good 300 plus still on their feet, but the one volley dropped half of them. There was no time for a second volley before the two lines slammed together. The portion fronted by bugbears and the scorpions held, but trolls burst through other parts. Ten spiders stepped forward to engage any that made it through as the archers now each shot at whatever caught their eye. Mark watched as the friendly counters ticked down. The first scorpion got pulped from a couple consecutive blows from a cave troll. Several bugbears were born down by the might of the hill trolls. The battle was far closer than Mark had expected. He had really thought that the necrotic enchanted arrows would be a little more dominant, but so far not one of the hill or cave trolls had succumbed. Only the lesser trolls had been thinned. Was it due to the strength of being 3rd level units, or just the troll''s natural endurance? But Mark did not lose all hope. Finally, several cave trolls did go down, hundreds of arrows sticking out of their bodies. Mark zoomed in on his personal interface to see that one of the cave trolls had flesh that was burnt and looked rotten. Too much necrotic and fire damage had built up, causing catastrophic system failure in the big brute. The troll numbers were now down in the sixties or seventies. Only the arachne, archers, and spiritualists had not been touched on their side. Hopefully, that would hold, since it was the mages and archers that were actually doing most of the killing. Several spiders were down, and the eight remaining would soon struggle to protect the archers for much longer. A cave troll lurched toward the five arachne. The tree trunk club swung past several times as the more nimble arachne nimbly dodged the cave troll strikes. Then the troll received a magic lance straight to its chest. The cave troll teetered backward but righted itself. Two more lances struck its center mass causing the troll to lurch backward several steps where it collapsed. ¡°Mark,¡± Amelia gasped, gripping the side of his arm and pointing with the other. Her finger pointed to a hill troll that held a spider aloft. Despite both creatures having the same bulk the hill troll was far stronger, indicated by how one of his fists had sunk deep into the spider¡¯s back. The hill troll now held it aloft and ripped out one leg at a time. The troll finished the job before slamming the spider¡¯s body down and moving toward the goblin archers. A second later the hill troll fell backward, its hide now a pin cushion for hundreds of arrows. The battle was proceeding ferociously fast. In another five minutes it might be completely decided. The five arachne held together in a clump to the far left. The other clump was held together by Henry. A half dozen bugbears and the remainder of the other goblin infantry had banded together. Henry¡¯s battle hammer whirred around, slamming into any enemy that approached. A hill troll met Henry in a one on one match. Perhaps it was the dozen arrows sticking out of the hill troll, but the battle was relatively one sided. However, Henry¡¯s next opponent was a cave troll already moving in. Henry separated himself from the other goblins for the engagement. Power rating wise he was probably above the cave troll, but if he had the advantage it was hard to tell. The bugbear was able to dodge several blows and deliver his own, but it was hard to see if the strike to the cave troll''s side had any effect other than cause the creature to stagger a step due to the momentum. But the troll recovered a second later. Henry was over extended and took the tree trunk straight to his side. Henry was batted away. However, It was becoming clear that the battle was likely won, provided the archers did not run out of arrows. Only a couple of spiders had survived the onslaught, but they had done their job. Three hundred untouched archers brought down the trolls one by one. Any who were not in direct engagement with the small clump of goblins remaining had quickly been targeted. Four cave trolls raged. One even surged towards the archers, but they scattered in all directions while still peppering the massive creature. ¡°Mark, that was closer than you led me to believe it would be,¡± Amelia said, shooting him a glare. ¡°Makes you want to unlock the troll branch though,doesn¡¯t it. Just imagine if they had armor and real weapons,¡± Mark said excitedly. ¡°Yeah, I¡¯m sure our friend Gale will be glad to show us,¡± Amelia said, smirking. ¡°Oh¡­ That¡¯s right¡­¡± Mark sat back sullen as they watched the remainder of the battle. Gale had two branches like that, sure she would not be fielding all of what they just saw till her dungeon was level 3, but how far away was that, a couple months? For a while Mark had been wondering whether their powerful enchantments and equipment would get them through till the end. They had blunted Mareth¡¯s last attack using far less MP, by relying on their top grade equipment, but after what he had just seen maybe that was too optimistic. It was a good thing that they were starting to get exceptional quality gear, because after what he had just seen. They were going to need it. They could not rely on killing enemies, ¡®death by a thousand cuts style¡¯ every time. Dungeon forces would have shields and enchantments. Not to mention their forces would be better controlled. The last cave troll was brought down, ending the fight. The counters showed the final numbers. Six bugbears had lasted along with a handful of the other types. The arachne, spiritualists, and archer division were all still untouched. The cockroaches and scorpions had basically been exterminated, but one of the spiders had held out. But the biggest high note was that both Nasal and Henry had endured. They would not have to wait weeks for either to respawn. Henry likely had a broken arm and ribs and internal trauma, but this time their army had brought healers. The healers got to work, as the surviving goblins started scavenging from their fallen brethren. Chapter 52: Day 146 After the battle, Mark had quickly made several changes. He spent 50 DP to send over the manna bellows and manna pumps to the garden sanctuary. After that it was a simple matter to build their new subterranean outpost and 16 shade henchmen. Their homebase henchmen could standby. If something ever happened to one of their other outposts, they could begin work immediately. Making the move had increased their daily production by 4500 MP since they were effectively mining 5 extra mounds of coal. They had moved from 22,930 to 27,430 MP just like that. Mark decided to keep the leftover goblin infantry and spider to guard the subterranean outpost. The archer division, spiritualists, a few red mages and healer would all return with Nasal and Henry. The guards would not protect from much, but at least it would take some monstrosity to take down the outpost and not something like a pack of dogs. After that it just took a day to resummon and reform the regiment. The 38 bugbears were the first on the list. They would take over at the barracks as soon as the current class of yellow mages were done. The regiment was built a day later, and went right back to working on the wall. Then this morning Mark had found one more unexpected benefit from the expedition, that had returned last night. Both yellow veteran scouts could become named units. Leading several successful expeditions had been enough to make them notable characters. Mark did not give it much thought, naming them Lewis and Clark. Like Nasal, they were only yellow hobgoblins, so they would never be true champions in battle. However, Mark would always welcome more dependable units. After only a few minutes of thinking, Mark decided that he had the perfect task for the two. He would send them on another long term expedition. Their mission would be to seek out and explore the map for the other dungeons. Of course, to get the most benefit of such an expedition they would need to unlock mapping. It would cost 100,000 MP, but Mark was tired of their whole map being black except for their territory. They had half the MP already, even after rebuilding their forces. In two more days they would have the rest and then Lewis and Clark could set off. As far as RP, they had just finished their most recent project, the health vegetative state. Once again, only a similarly named health budding option was offered for the 4th tier upgrade, but the 3rd tier upgrade already came with a new spell, Blessed Aura. It took Mark a couple hours to determine the limits of the spell, simply due to the spell''s duration. The spell lasted for a full hour and provided minor healing effects on all friendlies within range. Since the range appeared to be around 200 feet from the unit, the spell covered quite a large area. However it did seem the spell likely could come with a long cooldown since ten minutes had passed since the spell had ended. Mark had summoned two midnight lotuses with the upgrade. The lotuses were ideal since they already needed to be protected in the center, but they proved to be even more ideal since they already had their malevolent aura that radiated out to empower plant types. It would likely take another lotus to cover the entire fortification, but Mark held off. If he wanted to buy mapping in two days he could not afford to do much else, but support upkeep food and drink costs for the units. Now Mark was just left with what to do with their RP going forward. Just like mapping he would probably buy another tech upgrade once they had the MP. It would just take too long to use RP, so Mark decided to focus on the small unit upgrades like they had been. As far as their defense was concerned they had the germination upgrades that he had wanted to defend their base. Mark looked at the class upgrades. It really did not seem worth it to him to pour too much MP into advanced classes, where they would have to upgrade the base class and then pay double to upgrade the advanced class. However the specialized classes had one benefit in that they could be used at the level of an upgraded base class. Right now, they only had the warhammer and spiritualist specialized classes that could take benefit from this, but there were three more in the works, and at least two of them promised to be fighting type classes. The witch doctor class was likely a combat type class that would fall under the mage class. Then there was the known Ranger class. It was only at 9%, but Mark could already see it becoming the default for both their scouts and their archers going forward. Maybe their archery or scouting would not be quite as good as straight up scouts or archers, but at least Mark would not have to pay MP to advance the archer class any more. Not to mention they would be more versatile which was always good. The final class was the beast handler class. It was the next one closest to finishing, but it sounded like a support class like the goblin drummer class. The latest project to finish was most definitely a support class, tattooist class. It also gave Mark a new way to spend base or any other kind of essence. The premise was that a goblin with the tattooist class could inscribe tattoos on the other units. Like enchantments or anything else, the tattoos would provide benefits based on their quality. Interference would also come into play, so having multiple tattoos on a single unit could have adverse effects. Since the tattooists would be doing the majority of their practice on their goblins, the tattooists would need to be very experienced before Mark would let them go that far. Still the benefits that it could bring would be welcome. If the tattooist used base essence he could improve the goblins overall attributes. Mark took that as simply a direct improvement of their power rating. Other essences could have other effects. The stone essence might improve a goblin¡¯s defense, or it might allow them to geomance for all he knew. Everything seemed in the realm of possibilities. It all came down to what designs the tattooists could come up with and what benefits they would bring. Of course it was not a pure boon to the dungeon. It would require resources as the tattooists developed their skills, let alone use. Then there was the fact that it was said they would work better in their own building. Mark rolled his eyes when the tattoo parlor became an actual add on for the crafting house, but of course he had immediately shifted the gnome builders to working on it. The gnome¡¯s were curious about the tattoos and what effects they would have, but they did not seem interested in pursuing it themselves. They would be content to watch the goblins deface one another. This tale has been unlawfully lifted without the author''s consent. Report any appearances on Amazon. Mark had only added three more reds as tattooists, then he added five more reds as full time crafters and brewers. It brought them up to 45 reds being used in support purposes including Ezekiel, but that still left plenty of reds for combat purposes. The current cap was at 166, and it would likely increase again when they hit dungeon level 3. Mark had gotten off topic. He pushed for their RP to go towards unlocking level four warrior class. The bugbear¡¯s including Henry could get another 15% power rating increase in a matter of 10 days worth researching. That was the best thing he could do for their army. Then there would be the level 4 beast bloodline upgrade which would take another 10 days. Mark scowled. There went his decision making for the next week or so. As the game progressed, the times that he needed to make new directional decisions were becoming fewer and further in between. Guess there was nothing to do, but go to the crafting house. Day 156 After the return of the expedition the next 10 days passed quite quickly. Lewis and Clark had set out a week ago. Now that Mark had bought Mapping using MP, they were carving a swath out of the darkness with each day. They had not run into other dungeons, yet but they were making decent headway as they traveled living off the land. Conversely the other scouting parties were expanding the area around their own dungeon. In just a week, Mark had the entire swamp area mapped thanks to the dozens of frogmen teams that traversed the area. Then the other goblin scout teams had unveiled all the area within a day or two travel from their dungeon. It was not all clear, but the shaded gray showed Mark a picture of what was there. Mark was surprised by how much relief it had brought both Amelia and himself. They were finally getting a clear picture outside their little bubbles, and things felt less constricting. With how far Lewis and Clark had traveled and not located any other dungeons, Mark now knew the scale of the map was absolutely massive. Every step they took expanded the darkness, showing what little piece of the map they actually inhabited. But things would not be quiet for long. Mareth¡¯s forces were starting to increase. In another week or two, she might attack again. They would be ready, but Mark still held off on sending their own army to wait at the subterranean outpost. He was not ready to start the increased daily expenditure that would mean quite yet. Mark eyed their MP. They were sitting at above 190,000 MP. He did not think they would need to spend too much to complete either their defenses or attack force. Which left some room for him to unlock something. Warrior class level 5 could be knocked out for 100,000 MP now that level 4 had finished today, but it was extremely unlikely that they would have enough time to send the bugbears to the barracks long enough to pick up the class level. Level 4 was probably already pushing it. Another week for level 5 did not seem likely. Their RP was set to unlock the fourth beast bloodline upgrade, although it would not likely come into play for the battle either, but it would be quick. Mark shifted his attention to the techs. There were only three left, but there was only one for 100,000 MP, dungeon features II. It would be a bit before they had enough DP to get another floor, but there could be other benefits. What the heck, Mark thought, unlocking it. Their MP dropped in half, but he did not regret unlocking the tech. Their DP rate increased from 3 to 4. Five new dungeon levels became available. The first would cost 100,000 MP to build, but what really caught Mark¡¯s attention were the new features. The barracks could now have a higher occupancy. Instead of only being able to have 25 units go through each side of the barracks, they could now have up to 50 gaining experience or upgrading their class. Finally, there was the maelstrom feature. Mark had always wondered why the dungeon floors were so large despite only getting 25 defenders to guard each level. Defenders that dungeons would coordinate and have fight together since it would be foolish not to. However, the maelstroms would provide monsters that would wander throughout the whole level either by themselves or in small groups. However, they would avoid rooms where the defenders presided, so would not help in the final battle for the floor. The numbers of wandering units spawned could be anywhere from 25 to 50 units. It was apparently random. Of note, the maelstroms would not summon when the dungeon was being challenged, so they would not replenish between waves of adventurers or while an army marched through the front door. Mark was slightly peeved when he read the next part. Maelstrom units would be 10-25% weaker than the average power rating of the defenders. For their first level or two, the units would be little more than units to be swept aside, but they would have to build them. They had to build the first floor maelstrom, before they could move onto level two. It was only 25,000 MP for the first floor, but the cost was sure to go up. Mark contemplated whether he should use DP to quickly grab the first floor maelstrom, but he decided against it. They were at 40 DP now. It would be better to just wait fifteen more days to build a whole floor. Another floor would be far more effective against any type of attack. The gnome builders were now working on a new project, the greenhouse. The plant unit version of the barracks. The tattoo parlor had been completed. Like the apothecary add on, the tattoo parlor did get a bonus. [Tattoo Parlor: Due to the nature of your Tattoo Parlor, tattoos produced in the parlor will get extra benefits to endurance. Benefits gained will be dependent on tattoo quality.] Mark was not sure how helpful the boon would be. Perhaps his units could fight harder slightly longer. On an individual level, it probably would not amount to much, but if an entire force had boosts to endurance it might make a small difference. That being said the three tattooists had been at work for over a week now. Neither Mark or Amelia had any desire to try their hand in the new field, so they were the lone force proceeding to advance the strength of his units. Mark could not even help come up with designs like he could for enchantments either. There were no pamphlets to guide the way. So far the tattooists had been relegated to performing their own work on the goblins from the mining division. Since there was no desire to throw them into combat, it would be better if they were the ones stuck with the duds. Beneficial designs could be found and then be paired with the units that would find the most benefit. Not much had come from it yet. There were several finished designs. To Mark¡¯s eye they were simple, little better than cavemen pictures, but Mark guessed they had to start somewhere. The poor quality designs did not add much. Even the boost to endurance was not enough to be reflected on the unit¡¯s attribute points. It was not saying much since the goblins had such low attributes in the first place, but Mark could infer that the boosts they were receiving at the poor quality level were definitely less than 10%. Chapter 53: Day 162 The time had come. Mark could not afford to hold off on forward deploying their forces any longer. The harpy reports had focused heavily on the forces Mareth moved into the barrack equivalent building for the constructs. If she was going to attack after the next class finished, then she would likely attack in about 3 days. Of course it was always possible that she would send another class of units through, and even one after that. However, Mark did not think it would be too many more. Mareth had likely taken several steps to ensure her attack would be successful this time. Probably unit upgrades and perhaps better equipment, but for the last week and a half there had been one clear indicator. Mareth had unlocked guardians, a level 2 branch on the construct tree, and they looked to be quite capable. The guardian branch gave 3 reported unit types: forest guardian, stone guardian, and the bronze guardian. All three types were humanoids made out of wood, stone, and bronze respectively. Each wielded a sword and shield. Just from the name, Mark could guess that the latter two would be difficult to bring down. Like the stone golems, the stone and bronze guardians would be tough to kill, but unlike the stone golems, the guardians were more nimble. Since they each carried a shield taking them down promised to be extremely challenging. On top of the three new unit types. Mareth also had whatever feature that allowed her to summon various types of the same unit, supposedly from using her various essence sources. Mareth had also seemingly changed her strategy. Instead of sending thousands of weaker units to act as a meat shield, she was likely going all in with level two units. Considering that she might be sending hundreds of stone golems and guardians to act as the meat shield instead, Mark was not sure that they could stop them even if they put their full effort into doing so. The reason why Mark was fairly sure that the attack would be headed their way soon was that Mareth was cycling 50 bronze statues for her version of the barracks. Mark assumed she was giving her top units an experience bump prior to sending them to battle. Based on the numbers of different types of guardians, Mark could infer that the bronze statues were near maxed out level 2 units with a base power rating of 2.8 or 2.9. Another 10% boost on top of the other ones she likely had could take them into the high 4¡¯s quite easily. Mark doubted Mareth would allow too much extra time to pass while she sent weaker units through, although she might send one more group that would include the remainder of the bronze guardians through. Like them, Mareth would be wanting to finish things up sooner rather than later. If she did, it would actually work against Mark¡¯s plans of hitting her hard after she sent her forces their way. Mark¡¯s attack force was ready. Mark summoned 100 yellow hobgoblin archers, 9 more spiders, 150 cockroaches, and 5 scorpions. These would depart tonight with the 5 arachne mages, 10 spiritualists, 50 yellow mages and the newly resummoned goblin regiment. The exception was the bugbears that would leave the day after, once they had finished their time in the barracks leveling up their war hammer class to level 4. Once again, Mark had taken precautions to prevent scouts spying on their dungeon from noticing the difference. All of the new summons were summoned after it was dark and sent straight to the tunnel. Then Mark summoned 50 legionnaires and yellows to fill in some of the void felt by the 400 plus goblins that had just left. Mark did not have much more leeway to summon any more since most of the goblin unit types were either at capacity or right under. However, Mark did not expect any issues. If Mareth had not noticed something weird when they had attacked the troll settlement, then she was even less likely to notice anything different now. Mark checked out the status of their dungeon. They had just over 170,000 MP and 64 DP accumulated, but with a major battle looming on the horizon, Mark felt no inclination to spend their reserves. Best case scenario, Mark could unlock a level 2 branch soon afterwards. Worse case, he would have plenty of MP to resummon losses and to defend as required. Things were proceeding extremely well. Amelia was churning out triple enchanted arrows and their new dual enchanted shields. Another slightly larger cache of base essence had been found allowing her to never have to stop. Additionally, the goblins had also found more electric essence. Mark had several thoughts on why they were all of a sudden finding better stuff in the mine. First, he believed that it was a distance thing. Up to a certain distance from the mine''s entrance they had discovered no higher level resources, but after hitting a threshold of some sorts, they now were able to obtain some. The second thought that Mark could infer having found the lightning essence twice in a row, was that it was the common essence source in their mine. Mareth likely had the same thing although Mark did not know whether it was the fire or shadow essence. There was a chance that it could be both. Perhaps once they mined further they might find another type of essence, however Mark was certain that lightning would always be included. After all it took dungeons time and work to find uses for these essences, it would make sense for the mine to produce the same type or types. The new shields were their newest enchanted item, combining the energy shield enchantment with the new manna reserve enchantment. Prior to this point, the energy shield had been difficult to incorporate into their force. After all, the only units with enough manna to power the shield were the mages, and even they could not power it for more than a few seconds. However, the new manna reserve enchantment, allowed units to pour manna into the enchantment that could be used by the shield bearer. If Mark understood things correctly it was actually similar to what their imbuing projects would be like. The difference was that units had to pour manna into the inscription, where imbued items could recover manna from the environment. Regardless, the result was shields that could provide a decent amount of protection. The shields had to be made of metal to take a fraction of the amount of energy that two excellent quality enchantments could make. Wooden shields would explode from trying to store too much manna. Only Henry and a couple of other elite units would be taking the shields for this exhibition. They were too new, and Amelia and the other crafters would not focus on metal shields since beside the bugbears or the arachne none could use one of the iron shields effectively. Stolen from Royal Road, this story should be reported if encountered on Amazon. It might not be something used widely throughout their arsenal, but it was another step of progress giving their units another edge. Progress for their dungeon was not limited to the new enchantments. The goblins at the garden sanctuary had finished the unit spawner and already switched over to building a barracks, and the wall spanning the base opening was already at waist height. In another month or two the settlement would be both highly defensible and capable of building a powerful fighting force. It was important, since the swamp separated their dungeon from the center of the map. Now that their map was being unveiled, Mark could now see how large of an obstacle the swamp would pose to sending units east. Now they would have a power base on both sides. Once Mark was less cautious about other dungeons being able to easily conquer the settlement, they could start sending scouting parties out using it as their main base. There was one very important reason why Mark needed a power base on the opposite shore of the swamp. Their scouting expedition had determined the boundary forming the western and northern side of the battle map. Their dungeon was perhaps three days'' travel from the western boundary, and were a good 7 or 8 from the northern boundary, so having a power base on the opposite side of the swamp was a step towards the other dungeons. At the home base, the builders were still hard at work on the greenhouse for the plant units. They were using a combination of wood, stone, and glass. It would take a good month to complete the project. Mark was not quite sure what it did since, the plant units did not have an experience level like the other units. However, it would make the plant units stronger somehow. The outer wall of the home base fortress was also at waist level, but it also covered five times more distance than the sanctuary''s wall. Another month or so, and Mark might go ahead and move the buildings over since the wall would be better than their current defenses. For the underground outpost, Mark would also have them doing what they could to fortify the area around the carved out homes the trolls had dwelt in. They were limited into what they could actually do, since it was an outpost and not a settlement. However, the army was on its way bringing lumber and other materials that could make a rough barricade. It would not be much, but it might hold out against smaller threats that might choose to attack. Overall Mark was quite pleased with their progress. Day 173: 0330 Mark finally opened his eyes. There was a faint intermittent talking coming from outside their hut. Mark just lay there for a moment groggily. If it was not still there in the background, he would just go back to sleep. Mark felt momentarily annoyed at the fact, but it only lasted a moment. Mark¡¯s mind snapped into focus in a second. Someone was speaking through the pedestal from the surface. Mark hopped off his cot and out the door. It was Nasal frantically calling through the pedestal. A little ways off to the side lurked the solitary arachne that was supposed to be monitoring the damn thing, but the arachne just glared at Mark and the blue orb that were disturbing what would otherwise be a quiet night. Mark would have been frustrated at the beast, if he had not heard the urgency in Nasal¡¯s voice. There should only be one reason that Nasal was this worked up in the middle of the night. Mark brought up his interface as he responded. ¡°Nasal, this is Mark. What is going on?¡± ¡°Boss, the construct army has already come out of the nearby pass. They will be here in a matter of hours!¡± Nasal exclaimed. ¡°What!¡± Mark shouted. He was more than a little alarmed. They had several scouting teams that should have raised the alarm prior to the army getting to far from their dungeon. Nasal went into an explanation, the goblin scout team on the bluff had lit the warning fire, but it had been one of the gnomes enjoying gnome festivities that had noticed and decided to tell the goblins on sentry duty. How long it had been lit for, Nasal was not quite sure, but he had been trying to get Mark or Amelia¡¯s attention for the last 10 minutes. Mark was only half listening to the goblin leader. He knew what the first step was. ¡°Henry¡­ Henry¡­¡± Mark shouted through the link. ¡°Bossssss¡­¡± Henry said questionally after sputtering for a few precious moments. ¡°The construct army is already within our valley. You need to march on the construct dungeon now!!!¡± Mark heard the affirmative from the bugbear colonel. He pulled up the interface for the outpost. The bugbear leader was already shouting for the units to assemble. It should not take long. Another 5 minutes and they would hopefully be on their way. They had half expected the attack, either today or tomorrow night, but apparently waiting for the attack that had never come the week prior had been like the boy who cried wolf. Mark glared at the Arachne mage for a few seconds. The damn thing had the gall to glare right on back.. ¡°Go to the fourth floor,¡± Mark ordered angrily. The creature hissed in response but moved toward the portal as ordered. Maybe Amelia was right about keeping one responsible unit to monitor things. ¡°Nasal have we sent out a scout team to find the enemy army?¡± Mark asked. ¡°Yes, boss, I sent several teams out. They set out about 10 minutes ago,¡± Nasal replied. Good, Mark thought. At least someone had some sense. Hopefully, the army had not gone through the pass too long ago. Henry had a good hour march ahead of him. Then there was still the time it would take to actually conquer the enemy dungeon. Mark opened up his units page. He quickly noticed the fact that the linked scouting unit that had been stationed several hours from Mareth¡¯s dungeon were all dead. The other scouting team even closer to her dungeon that was not linked were likely dead as well. Mareth had likely located them both and wiped them out. She must have waited until dark to perform any preparations as well, so that Mark did not get an update from the harpies. Due to the signal fire, it was likely she must know that they knew now, so would be coming full tilt. Mark swapped one of the links to the scouting team on the bluff. After a couple of questions he had the answer. The army had passed a good hour ago. The signal fire had burnt for nearly an hour without being notice. Mark was beyond frustrated. No longer would they wipe out Mareth¡¯s dungeon while her army was in route. No, now they would be competing for who could wipe out the other dungeon first. Damn goblins, how much MP was he about to waste due to the fools. Chapter 54: Day 173 Mark checked their status. They were currently sitting at just over 400,000 MP. Enough to mount quite the defense. However, he also had 108 DP. A new floor level would cost 100 DP. It made sense to him, that if he was required to spend resources to defend the dungeon, he might as well put as much as possible into something that would be there after the battle. With how much MP and DP they had, he could easily build two more levels as well as reinforce the surface. Building two levels was quite tempting. On top of putting the resources into something that would still be there, each level would take the enemy an additional 10 minutes to find their way through. Since Mark was unsure whether they would be able to defeat Mareth¡¯s army with their full power, he was quite certain that they likely would not be able to defeat her army after having sent out an army of their own. That changed the game from successfully defeating her forces to delaying her army and hoping that their own army was strong enough to defeat Mareth¡¯s dungeon. Mark was sure they would be successful. Mareth¡¯s dungeon was in the same situation that they were. With her army departed, she was vulnerable according to Mark¡¯s plan. Mark designated how much MP to put aside for the two levels. He would reinforce the surface first since as soon as Mareth entered the territory, he would be prevented from doing so. Then if she arrived, he could always build the dungeon floors as long as she had not entered the dungeon proper. It did not end up mattering. Mark had completed everything well before Mareth had even arrived. It helped that he had already had plans for the next floors and what he would need on the surface. Mark only summoned two more midnight lotus and 50 more creeping ivies to round out the flower units. Sunflowers were already maxed out, so reinforcing the plant defensive wall and ensuring they all had healer coverage was as much as he could do. Mark did not consider using any of the other tier 1 flower units. Other than creeping ivy they would not be able to add anything. However, the flower units would not comprise the entire defense. They had the archer division led by Nasal. Mark decided to reinforce further with 80 red mages nearly capping out the unit, and 29 scorpions which did cap the unit. Like the sunflowers the mages and beasts would be the unit killers. Mark gave the scorpions all four beast bloodline upgrades in fierceness to increase their physical power. It should make them powerful enough to attack and destroy even the toughest enemies they would be facing. There was not much else Mark could summon that would truly make a difference. The total cost for the surface reinforcements only came to over 130,000 MP leaving them with double that to build two new dungeon levels. Mark had decided on another beast floor and one flower floor. He felt a compulsion to put the beast floor next to keep things nice and orderly, but Mark resisted. The plants would man the fifth floor, and the sixth floor would be nearly the same as the fourth. Mixing the floors up would require enemies to change tactics and reconfigure their forces. Mark made the midnight lotus the guardian of the fifth floor. With only a tier 3 health vegetative state, the named bonus, the unit only got up to a 4.2 power rating. Far weaker than the third or fourth floor guardians, but the midnight lotus¡¯s only purpose was to empower the other flowers and heal them. Mark styled the floor like a tower defense game. The enemy would have to storm up a mountain and then would be forced through three levels of 3 blood roses. All the while 15 sunflowers fired at them from above. The lotus would also not be visible from the lower levels, keeping it defended. The floor was open air, meaning hundreds of feet of space above the floor with a fake sky and an artificial sun. To build a floor with open air and an artificial sunlight source only required an additional 10 percent or 10,000 MP. Mark had been a little worried about whether the artificial sun would charge the sunflowers'' sunburst skill. The floor would be far weaker than he hoped if that was the case. Thankfully, it appeared their abilities were charging, although at a far reduced rate. Perhaps they would not get fully charged for this attack, but it would be a valuable floor in the future provided they survived. After doing the math, Mark had realized that he had enough MP to unlock one of the fourth tier budding states for 50,000 MP. He went with mystic to power up the sunflowers as far as possible since they were the damage dealers. However, the mystic budding stage did not provide another spell, so they just got the 10% power rating boost. Not great, but the higher their power rating was the more of a boost they would get from the lotus¡¯s malevolent aura. The sixth floor was nearly the same as the fourth floor. The exception was that Mark used a bugbear for the floor healer instead of an arachne. Then there would be four arachne mages and the 20 scorpions. They would not have the 10% bump for being regulars, but having the fourth bloodline it all about evened out. The scorpion guardian, he named Emperor. His power rating was up to 5.3 versus the fourth floor King¡¯s 4.9. When it was all said and done, Mark was quite pleased with himself. He only had 27,000 MP leftover, but since there was not too much more they could add, he would save it for rebuilding. Completed, Mark relaxed back onto the couch. Well as much as a guy could relax. He was fairly confident things would work out, but that was far from certain. Based on both armies'' progress the attacks would occur nearly simultaneously. The scouts had located the construct army and were staying well ahead. They would get the official numbers as soon as they crossed the territorial boundary. The number was only surprising in that it was exactly 1,000 units. The tree line had been further cleared since the last attack meaning that Mark got a good count prior to the army moving into range. The field had been well lit allowing the counters for the various types to be registered, prior to the units extinguishing such lights. There were only 454 level 1 units, 254 creepers and 200 flesh golems. The most powerful level 1 units that Mareth had to offer. Then for level 2 units Mareth was fielding 120 rock golems, 105 Jack o lanterns, 135 forest guardians, 100 stone guardians, and 86 bronze guardians. The army was half the size of the last, but vastly more powerful. Mareth was banking that her unit''s toughness would allow them to plow right through Amelia¡¯s dungeon. Unfortunately, she may be right. Things were not helped by the fact that Mareth¡¯s forces had made it to the battlefield first. The goblin creepy crawly army still had more ground to cover before they even breached the earth¡¯s surface. Then they would have another 10 minutes before they were able to assault her dungeon. However, Mareth was not aware of that fact and waited for her forces to form up. The slow but tough rock and flesh golems would be the vanguard for her assault. They marched forward, their ranks staggered to prevent area attacks from easily affecting multiple units. They extinguished the lights as they moved. Not too much of a concern since they had thousands of light and fire arrows. Nasal directed the first wave of light arrows to land just behind the slow moving vanguard. They all stuck in the earth, forming a band of scattered white lights. The other unit types waited as the vanguard proceeded. The front ranks of creepers and guardians waited. Unmoving statues with only their fronts barely illuminated. Day 173: Mareth Mareth watched smugly as her vanguard advanced, so far during the succession battle she had exhibited a poor showing. She had yet to take another dungeon, and this was the third time that she had sent her armies to crush this dungeon. However, she felt confident that this would be the last. Amelia seemed to be able to pull one trick after another, and things had not changed. In the last month and a half she had pulled out another one. Somehow the girl had managed to get a plant branch despite the tree being closed after the dungeon ranked up to level 2. It was infuriating. She had unit types from seemingly all of the trees. Support the creativity of authors by visiting Royal Road for this novel and more. However the new unit types would not save her. Mareth studied the thick vine units that stretched around the dungeon¡¯s walls. For flesh and blood enemies, it would likely be quite formidable, but her units should be able to wade right through the brambles and vines. Not to mention she had the magma essence. Her lava rock golems should be able to wither large sections with their heat attack. Mareth watched as the stone and flesh golems approached the walls. Several stone golems found little pockets where they would be safe from attack. They dropped large bundles of javelins. Soon they would send them rocketing into the midst of the fort destroying the softer targets inside. Waves of arrows started pouring onto the flesh golems. Arrows were duplicating in the air and then punching into the ground, occasionally right through one of her flesh golems. The flesh golems were incredibly durable, but the arrows were piercing with ease. They must have some sort of enchantment for punching through, which would mean they were double enchanted. How frustrating? Amelai had far surpassed her in regards to enchantments, but in the end it would not matter. Mareth¡¯s construct army just was not as susceptible to most things. A couple of pockets of arrows targeted a couple of the rock golems. Small pops encompassed the targeted golems, but the rock golems seemed to be unaffected. They continued forward like nothing had happened. After that the archers left them alone, only focusing on the flesh golems. It was effective. The flesh golems were dropping one after another. Very few if any might survive taking the surface, but that was fine with Mareth. As long as she had the bronze guardians and a good number of jack o'' lanterns for support, Mareth was confident that she would be able to take the dungeon¡¯s lower levels. Both units had power ratings that had been brought well into the 4¡¯s. Mareth¡¯s vanguard reached the final stretch; all they had now was a couple hundred feet of a straight away before they faced the tangle of units sitting upon the earthen wall. Once they got a bit closer, Mareth would send the rest of her forces forward. Even at this point the creepers could still overtake and hit the wall before the slow moving vanguard did. The beams of light that illuminated her screen took Mareth quite by surprise. Mareth leaned in. The sunflowers were shooting yellow beams of light. Each beam only lasted three or four seconds, but they swept across the ground. Twenty seconds later and everything was back to what it was. Like a sudden light show that abruptly ended. Mareth glanced at her counters. Her rock golems total had been reduced by 34 units. It would not be too big of a concern, however Mareth noticed that the 34 included the majority of her magma golems. Mareth just sat there for a few moments mouth agape, before her expression firmed. Something that powerful should not be something that her enemies could use over and over again. From all indications, they had probably already burnt out. Mareth just needed to take the sunflowers out before they regained their manna or whenever some cool down was over. Mareth sent the orders. The creepers, forest, and stone guardians surged forward. Half of the jack o lanterns fell in behind them. Unlike the rock golems, the stone guardians were actually fairly quick. However, their nimbleness meant they could endure far less, but their quick attacks should make them even more difficult for enemies to deal with. More lights flickered into existence. Light spears surged forward exploding into the rock golems. Each hit caused the rock golems to rock back, and separated chunks of rock. The rock golems were incredibly durable, but the spears seemed to be coming from a hundred or more units. Her flesh golem counter was already down to half, and the rock golem counter was dropping once more. Mareth gritted her teeth. She should have expected as much. This was her third attack. Amelia should have a good idea how to bring down each of her units. As soon as the creepers came into range, the archers shifted their aim. Now hundreds of arrows burst into flame before raining down onto the deadly level 1 units. The rock and flesh golems reached the earthen wall and began climbing and digging even as vines reached down to entangle. Several scorpions had wedged themselves in amongst the bramble. Their tails and pincers whipped forward. Even the tough rock golems could be pierced by the tail or have an arm ripped off by the pincers. The scorpions were wedged amongst the bramble wall which would likely make them immobile, but it also meant that the constructs could not attack from any direction except for the front. However, Mareth¡¯s units were now in range. The few lava and brimstone rock golems attacked the bramble unit wall. Hundreds of green balls of acid splashed into the tangle from behind them, from the creepers advancing from behind. Small sections of the bramble wall withered as units died. Then the creepers and guardians made it to the wall. Shadow creepers immediately sprang into the midst of vines. Their incorporeal forms were highly resistant to physical damage, so they were able to attack with impunity. Fireballs sprang into existence. Mareth zoomed in to see red goblin mages setting their own plant units alight in their effort to destroy the shadow creepers. The shadow creepers succumbed to the flames, but so did sections of the plant wall. The shadow creepers continued in after the softer targets. The red mages fell quite easily, but before Mareth could get to excited light arrows started duplicating in the air. Any shadow creeper that had been targeted fell quite easily. Within minutes they had all but been eradicated, but they had done their job. In a couple of minutes they had wiped out a good deal of the red mages that had moved forward to engage them, and large sections of the outer wall were opened. Forrest and stone guardians made it inside of the fort through the gaps in the plant unit coverage. There were actually not too many defenders inside. Sure the sunflowers stood tall, and some glowing purple flowers that occasionally sent streams of yellow healing light into friendly units. There were a couple dozen red mages still alive, but they had fallen back behind a second bramble wall formed from the units that had been guarding the far walls Mareth had not attacked. With them was one tall wooden robot with sparks of lightning streaking from various parts of its body, and more scorpions posed to mount a second defense. Still it did not seem like enough. She would have expected hundreds or even a thousand goblins behind the plant units. Amelia¡¯s defenses were effective, but they were far from enough. Mareth still had 600 units fighting the dwindling defenders. Once the jack o lanterns put an end to the archer tower, she should easily be able to finish off the rest. All she really needed was about 150 of the right units to take the lower levels. Even if Amelia had added floors, if Mareth¡¯s units rested between each floor she should still easily manage. The outer wall fell in another five minutes. Mareth¡¯s units started mopping up the remnants even as the rest moved toward the second defensive line. The archers were giving it everything they had, but very soon jack o lanterns would get in range and clear out the tower quite easily. The wooden robot sent streaks of electricity into the front ranks of charging guardians. Mareth would have thought that electricity would not have much effect, however the stone units that were hit turned into slag. The forest guardian¡¯s burst into flames. It was an alarming display of power, but just like the sun flower light show it was short lived. The robot ran out of juice. Moments later the robot pulled out a blackened club. It had killed a dozen with the electrical attacks, perhaps with its big stature and blunt force weapon it might kill a dozen more, but it would not be enough to make a difference. Sunflowers were dropping. Seemingly out of magic the flower units had started lashing out, whipping their bodies against attackers. It was not very effective. They would be cleared out in short order. A half dozen jack o ''lanterns used their ultimate move. In a matter of seconds the first level of the archer tower was nearly cleared of all life. Only a few goblins clung to life amidst the pile of corpses and blood. Soon after the jack o lanterns came into range and cleared the second floor as easily as the first. There was no sense in holding back since she could slowly work her way through the dungeon. Her unit total was just under 500. With what was left arrayed before her she would likely be able to enter the dungeon with at least 400. It was then that the alarm sounded. What? Mareth thought as she brought up a screen of her home dungeon. Several red units had broached into her territory. Mareth immediately zoomed in. It was hard to tell due to the darkness, but finally one passed into open space and Mareth was able to make it out. A cockroach, Mareth thought her eyes widened. Oh no, she thought as more red dots started to enter her dungeon. How had they gotten past her scouts? Her valley was absolutely covered in them. There should be no way that an attacking force could have gotten in so close without any warnings. Mareth was stricken in terror for nearly a minute. They were already in her territory so she could not summon more units and what she had available¡­ Practically nothing. There were 600 units, but the majority of them were likely so deep down into the mines they might not even make it out in time. Mareth had her units sound the alarm. Hoping that the cockroaches were some sort of joke, but then large clumps of red dots started entering her territory. Mareth did not have to zoom in to see that these were not all cockroaches. It was not an overly large force, about 700 units in total, but what did Mareth have to mount a defense. She had over a hundred thousand MP, but could not use it. Wait, she could build another floor as long as they had not entered the dungeon yet. Mareth contacted her army attacking Amelia¡¯s dungeon. The bronze guardians and jack o lanterns that had been waiting charged forward to join the fight. Things likely would have been wrapped up in another fifteen minutes any ways, but Mareth did not want to waste even one minute. Her army would rush down level by level until Amelia¡¯s core was destroyed. There would be no breaks in between, because she was certain the force attacking her dungeon would not be taking breaks either. It was a race, and now all Mareth could do was to add one more level to extend the time it took for her opponents to finish. Chapter 55: Day 173 Mark was less than pleased with how long it took their forces to reach the opponents dungeon. Their attack would begin nearly half an hour after Mareth had started her attack on their own dungeon. Not to mention that their army was already down five units. The scorpions had been too slow to keep up with the army. They would reach the dungeon in another half an hour, too late to be of any help. Their defenses had done extremely well. Despite being outnumbered they had killed over half of Mareth¡¯s army and were still fighting. They might manage to kill another 50 units or so, but more importantly, Mark expected them to hold out for another 10 minutes. Mark almost smiled when it took a couple of minutes before the bronze guardians and jack o lanterns, that had been held in reserve, rushed to join the fight. A couple of minutes in which Mareth had been frozen in indecision. Seemingly she had realized that things were now a race. Mark had no clue what Mareth¡¯s dungeon had to offer on the lower levels, but he was confident it would not be enough. Still he would have liked to proceed through them cautiously. Now the units would be rushing through as fast as possible. Luckily, Mark and Amelia had the best vanguard dungeon exploration force that could be asked for. The cockroaches were both cheap, quick, and durable. Not to mention they were still powerful enough to pose a threat to weaker units. Mark had them rush forward into the territory to prevent Mareth from summoning more units, but now he had them stand aside. He could not afford to lose too many of them outside the dungeon. Mareth¡¯s walls were a good twenty feet high. They were made of wood, although an outer layer of stone had started being erected along the outside perimeter of the wall. Walkways and parapets surrounded the top of the wall. Mark sported a smile as big as the Cheshire cat when he saw how few units there were to defend it. Did she only have a couple hundred units? Still their units had to go around to a different side of the castle where Mareth had a wooden gate. Scarecrow archers started firing, but the arrows were few and far between. The arachne mages made the first move and got in position in front of the main gate. Five lances seemingly struck as one. Runes on the gate lit up, but even against only five mages the runes did not stop the attack entirely. The 50 yellow mages moved in as the 100 yellow archers started firing flaming arrows at the scarecrows. Once the 50 yellow mages attacked the gates with fire balls and lances the door exploded inwards. A minute into the attack and they were already inside. A small clump of clay and block golems moved to intercept the invaders, however they faced a platoon of armored bugbears. Like bugs splattering against a windshield the defenders were turned to rubble as the bugbears moved right through them. Inside the outer walls were a handful of various buildings, but the attacking force immediately charged through them toward the inner keep. Units were streaking out from the mine. Individuals or pairs of units rushing to join the defense. It was clear that a lot of the forces that Mareth did have were all still in the dungeon. Mareth had gathered about 100 units to defend her inner keep. A couple of creepers led the defense, sending globs of acid at the approaching army. Several bugbears went down due to the acid or arrows, but the rest continued forward right through the gap in the wall where a future gate would likely go. Mareth¡¯s keep was still in its infancy. The bugbears engaged from the inside as spiders and cockroaches hit the outer wall. They went up and over The defenders fell quite quickly, but Mark did not even wait for them to all fall before sending cockroaches into the dungeon. Mareth¡¯s dungeon had fallen in five minutes, but her forces had already entered their own dungeon, while some units mopped up the rest. Forrest guardians and creepers, her fastest units were moving as quickly as possible through the hallways and chambers. In another five minutes they would face off against their first floor defenders. It was a race against time, and Mark¡¯s units were a few minutes behind. Mark could only hope that Mareth had fewer dungeon levels. However, if she did it would probably not be more than one less. A difference that could be made up or lost depending on the attacking forces and their dungeon layouts. However, it seemed the first floor was relatively simple, Tunnels and rooms. Mareth¡¯s forces reached the final room first and engaged the first floor defenders. The floor had a full complement of 10 orcs along with the defenders, but they fell seemingly just as quickly as the hobgoblins. Winnie the floor guardian got reduced to goo almost immediately, before he could do much. The trap crushed 10 units, but that was because all strategy had seemingly been thrown aside as units swarmed up the slope. Seemingly the 30 or so units lost were acceptable, but she took the room in less than two minutes. The constructs proceeded to the second level. The cockroaches ran into random units quite frequently. Flesh golems and creepers that took their toll on the bug force. Most continued forward as a pair of cockroaches engaged the enemy. Mareth had unlocked the first floor maelstrom. The bugbear platoon following less than a minute behind quickly fell the individual units, hardly pausing a step. The cockroaches also hit traps although few cockroaches were lost to such imprecise measures. A good five minutes had passed since Mareth hit their second floor, before the cockroaches reached the final room. They had lost some time, but what they found waiting for them in the final room of Mareth¡¯s first floor only caused the alarm to deepen. The 25 defenders were all flesh golems or creepers, but the two cave trolls were what really caught the eye. Her first floor spawner was something to be envied. Mark wished he had a way to stop the cockroaches, but they skittered forward. The flesh golems and creepers they could deal with to an extent. However the 2 giant cave trolls would smoosh them as easily as Mark could crush a bug. The cockroaches took staggering losses before the next units arrived, the arachne. The cave trolls immediately moved toward the more appetizing targets. Mark could only watch as the five arachne went down causing as much damage to the trolls as they could in defiance., either under foot or by the giant¡¯s clubs. The rest of the forces made it and started hitting the trolls from all sides. Mages started burning the trolls with fireballs which stopped the onslaught. Henry moved in to engage one, while the other bugbears whittled down the other. Despite the aid from the mages the trolls were able to last several minutes putting their forces'' progress even further behind Mareth¡¯s. There were only 63 cockroaches left from the initial 150, however Mark sent them forward. He had already known this attack would be far different than their assault on Nehemiah''s dungeon. The cockroaches had been crucial there, but they were less effective against enemies they had difficulty killing. Still they had done their job on the first floor. All of the traps on the floor had been sprung on them, and they had kept all of the defenders busy, even killing most of the creepers, while the bugbears and mages dealt with the cave trolls. The cave trolls should be a one-off. Mareth should not have any more spawners that were that powerful. Mareth¡¯s forces were nearly at the end of floor two, before the cockroaches continued on. The forest guardians charged up the two ramps as the creepers and jack o lanterns supported them. The only saving grace was that the slower stone and bronze guardians had fallen behind. Still that would not matter much, if Mareth¡¯s advance forces could conquer the defenders prior to them getting there. The few rock and flesh golems were still on floor one, so like the 5 scorpions of their own attack force it seemed they would no longer be a part of the attack. The second floor fell easily due to the high levels of fire power that Mareth¡¯s forces immediately brought to bear. Mark could only hope that her forces would wane. They were constructs so they did not tire physically, but their manna was not unlimited. However, Mark noticed that each of the creepers and jack o lanterns had vials in a pouch on their lower back. They might be able to continue hitting the dungeon full force, while Mark¡¯s own attacking army had to slow down or risk exhausting the units too much to battle. Bruce the drone wasp went down as easily as Winnie. Once again he had been sent to attack the mages. He had managed to take a few down with him, but less than Mark had hoped. The red mages in the side towers were the last alive once again, but Mareth¡¯s forces did not even bother to climb the towers. Instead they poured towards the opening to the third floor. Mareths¡¯ third floor was an obvious rush job. No traps, nothing unique, but it would still take the cockroaches 10 minutes to cross it. They were a good 8 minutes behind at this point, so had ground to make up. Then there was the fact that their own third floor was just one giant cavern. If the defenders were wiped out quickly they would lose even more time. Mark had them hide away in a far corner away from the portal down to the fourth floor. As long as Dragon was alive they could not go down. Mareth¡¯s forces engaged with the bugbears, and skeletal knights on the third floor. They found them within minutes. Their frantic attack cost them a lot of units. The bugbears and skeletal knights were powerful enough to make it costly. However clearing out another 40 units did not seem like much, when Mareth still had 240 left to participate in the attack. She had entered with 400, but nearly 50 of them included the rock and flesh golems which had already fallen behind. However, Dragon was still on his feet. He had not participated in the brief, yet intense struggle, nor would he. Mark smiled wickedly as Dragon ran from more attackers. Mareth did not have a single unit that could run the powerful reanimated behir down, and the cavern was so big. Mark was asserting direct control on the undead beast, moving him away, keeping him alive. How long could Mark keep it up? He did not know, but a minute had passed and Mareth¡¯s units had not hit it with a single spell. That might soon change. Mareth started having units fan out. Mark would not let Dragon get cornered, but when they came spread out like that, it was inevitable that some attacks would hit. If enough acid attacks hit, Dragon might lose the mobility that was crucial in keeping him out of reach. Things would end quite quickly after that. The cockroaches reached the end of floor two revealing only 25 defenders, which appeared no different from the first floor. More creepers and flesh golems, although these ones might have an extra boost from an upgrade or two. Regardless, they went down quickly once the goblin support arrived. There would only be 24 cockroaches to check for traps on the third floor. They would all die by the end, and then it would just be the goblins and the 10 spiders. Mark weaved Dragon in and around, occasionally sending Dragon right through a thin net of attackers. Dragon carved up units when he could. However, Mark could tell that the game would soon be at an end. The jack o lanterns were now resorting to their ultimate move whenever the dragon got close. So far only a few had hit near the undead beast, but one direct hit might end the keep away game. Mark focused intensely zooming out his tactical screen occasionally to look for a new place to move Dragon to. However, the game ended when Mark moved Dragon to a seemingly clear area. Several jack o'' lanterns attacked immediately from all sides emerging from hiding behind large stalagmite pillars. Their ultimate moves smashed into Dragon¡¯s sides and legs. A couple legs hung limply and others were heavily damaged. Not able to keep running away, Mark switched Dragon to carnage mode. However, he was able to kill only six units before the overwhelming amount of attacks coming from all directions brought him down. The construct army did not stop to admire their handiwork, they immediately marched for the entrance to the fourth floor. However, Dragon had bought them a lot of time. The goblin forces were already engaging the creeper and flesh golems at the end of Mareth¡¯s third floor. With all of the cockroaches gone, the goblin regiment led the charge into the fourth floor. They were only minutes behind Mareth¡¯s forces now, but Mareth¡¯s forces were already fighting the scorpions while the arachne launched attacks from above. Mareth¡¯s forces were taking losses, but not as much as Mark would expect. They were also killing the scorpions quite quickly. Nearly a hundred jack o lanterns had made it into the dungeon. Upon entering the fourth floor a small majority still had their pumpkin heads, but now they were pulling them off and using their ultimate attack without abandon. The jack o lanterns would be left extremely weakened, but it looked like a good 30 to 40 would still have their ultimate move in reserve after this floor was conquered. Mark had King move to the opposite corner from where they had engaged the enemy forces, but they quickly flowed that way after wiping out the majority of the other scorpions. Having reached the back side of the level, the units found the entrance to the next floor and a way to get units up to the second level. Some units went up and some started making their way across the dungeon level. Two scorpions had been kept to ambush Mareth¡¯s forces, and hopefully lead Mareth¡¯s forces in a different direction to keep them from finding King the floor guardian, but with the way they were attacking without abandon the ruse would not last long. The fourth floor was buying them more time, but the goblins had slowed significantly. They had marched hard for over an hour to reach the dungeon and had been moving or battling for the last half hour. Unlike the constructs they were flesh and blood, they could not continue forward at full speed.. Mark allowed them to slow down to a quick walk. Hopefully, they could regain their breath and get ready for a final push. They were on Mareth¡¯s fourth floor the same as her forces were on theirs. Mareth had spent a little more time to make her fourth floor more formidable. A room of spiked pendulums swung back and forth. Occasionally some bashed together changing their trajectory. How much DP had she spent on this? Mark was left to wonder. The first few goblins that ventured out into the chaos got brained. The others did not make a move until Henry lifted his hammer menacingly. They started forward once more, Each goblin choosing their own path. It was better to face the pendulums and maybe make it through than to face certain death from a motivated superior. The goblins knew to take a superior''s threat very seriously. The room slowed down the army significantly, but there were far fewer deaths than Mark would have expected, maybe 30 in total. None of the bugbear platoon were among them. Oddly enough none of the large spiders were struck either. Mark chalked it up to them having a spidey sense. Regardless, it was good since they carried the 10 spiritualists. Despite the danger, them having to navigate through the room would have to be the end of the goblins breather. Mareth¡¯s forces had found and eliminated King. The 190 that remained moved on into the open air room. The sudden sunlight did not affect the construct creatures, however they did pause to study the spiraled mountain before them. This story has been taken without authorization. Report any sightings. Mark had set up floor 5 like a tower defense game. Enemy units would have to move back and forth up a hill to reach the top. Brambles and steep terrain would keep all by the most determined from just going straight up. Three sets of 3 blood roses formed walls across the paths. Their tangled vines and bulk would slow enemy unit progress even further. All the while the 15 sunflowers would rain down attacks on the units from above. The lotus power would empower them as much as it could from out of sight. Mareth had her forces reconfigure immediately. All of the bronze guardians were still alive, and she had determined it was time to use them. Other than the 86 of them Mareth had 55 forest and stone guardians and 49 jack o'' lanterns. However only half of these jack o lanterns still had their ultimate move available to them, the other half were about as dangerous as level 1 units. Light beams blazed down on the approaching army. The sunburst had to be focused on one bronze guardian for several seconds to melt the unit enough to end its existence. The fifteen sunflowers were only able to kill 22 after blowing through their charge. Mark had them target the bronze statues with the sunburst. Then they would focus their other attacks on the softer targets. The jack o lanterns could only strike the nearest blood roses with their attacks, the elevation would keep the sunflowers and the lotus out of range for a majority of their climb. The goblin forces found Mareth¡¯s defenders in a simple room at the end of the fourth floor. A couple of tiers of a walled fortress lay before them. The goblins would have to climb the stairs and then cut back up another flight of stairs to the next level''s wall. All of the defenders were creepers and manned the battlements. They would pour acid down as attackers approached. The floor had familiar units from a spawner, thrash bears. Mark could see them ready to ambush attackers as they climbed up the flights of stairs. Just like Mark¡¯s tower defense level, multi multi-tiered tower would allow the creepers to rain down acid on the attackers. Henry sent the goblins charging forward. The archers and mages started firing burning arrows and spells over the walls. The spiritualists sent their shadows forward. The shadows overtook the charging goblins. The thrash bears would have a hard time ambushing them. Some shadows would kill the bears while the others would continue up after the creepers. While initially menacing, the defenders fell quite quickly. Mark watched as the shadows cleared out the bears and the creepers. The biggest delay to Mark¡¯s forces would be all the steps. The goblins slogged up them tiredly. Mark had the 10 spiders move on over them and into the fifth floor. Each carried their spiritualists and Mark had a couple mages jump on each. The bugbear platoon was able to power through on their own. They entered Mareth¡¯s fifth floor several minutes after Mareth¡¯s forces had entered theirs. However, due to Mark¡¯s urging Henry was leaving behind the majority of the goblin forces. Hopefully, Mareth only had five floors, but if she had a sixth then the goblins needed to hurry. If she had a seventh, then only God could help them get out of this. Henry left with most of the leaders of the goblins, which left the goblins with less formidable leaders in charge. They urged the green goblins or other yellow hobgoblins forward, but Mark could tell it was just lip service. One leader even was sitting on a step yelling at those down below. It was very likely that they would not be a part of the attack anymore. The blood rose¡¯s proved to only be a minor inconvenience. Mareth sent a flaming or acidic ultimate move into each of them. Mareth was not holding back resources if it meant stalling progress. The final moves devastate the blood roses if not kill them outright. The attacks from the sunflowers had slowed down significantly. Most had burned through their manna. They replenished it extremely quickly if they were rooted, which they all were, but the result was still only an attack every couple of seconds from the 15 units. The jack o lanterns had done their best to hide against the side of the hill, making the various guardians the only target available. Mark had them focus on the forest or stone guardians. It took quite a few magic missiles to even bring one down, but the sunflowers were somehow good at coordinating targets. One unlocky guardian would take attack after attack until it went down. Then the sunflowers would move on to the next one. They could not beat the force, but decreasing their numbers would be extremely beneficial. It would leave Mareth with fewer units to search on the sixth floor. When Mareth¡¯s forces killed the last of the blood roses they streamed uphill. Enough time had passed for the sunflowers to shoot a fraction of a second sunburst. They all targeted a couple of bronze guardians leading the charge over the hill lip. Hitting at the same time, the two guardians die, melting into a metallic slag. Then began, Mark¡¯s last trick, sequential concussion waves. Ten of the sunflowers had held onto enough manna for one last spell. Mark actively coordinated their 30 second cast time giving 10 seconds in between each attack. Only one bronze guardian made it around the beams of translucent air that knocked the force back. The closest sunflower engaged him while the other sunflowers shot their concussion waves 10 seconds apart. If Mark would have known how effective it would be he would have had them save a lot of manna and keep this going for 10 minutes, but the 10 waves only held off the guardians for an additional 2 minutes. The sunflowers fell quickly in the melee, and the lotus with its tendril vines was hardly even a challenge. The guardians struck them all down and proceeded onto the sixth and final floor. The sixth floor was a near copy of their fourth floor. When Mareth saw it she adjusted her forces appropriately in a short time frame. She had just over 120 units to take on the 25 defenders. Mareth did not know it was their last floor, but it did not matter her forces proceeded forward to wipe out this floor as quickly as possible. The goblin forces were running several minutes behind. It would not matter if the fifth floor was Mareth¡¯s last floor, and with how her units were attacking he could have believed it. But how could they be so lucky? The fifth floor defenders challenged them on a narrow passage of steps. It was the first floor that she had level 2 units, so perhaps she had thought the rock golems would stall attacks allowing the jack o lanterns to devastate from above. Last floor or not, Mark had a third of the bugbears take their rock skin pills and charge forward. A half dozen final moves turned the passage into a death trap. Only one bugbear who had been out in front was able to continue forward. Twelve more had been killed instantly. However, Henry surged forward moments after the explosion. Mark saw him ingest his own pill. The other bugbear in front of him went down to several fireballs. Henry burst through the flame and brought his hammer down on the first rock golem. Now in close, Henry was able to go to work. The jack o lanterns behind did not care about hitting their own units; they sent attacks down at the bugbear colonel, but the rock golems blocked him from the worst of it, and his high defense helped to prevent critical damage. The last few final attacks exploded from behind, sending shrapnel into the colonel¡¯s back, but they had been too far behind to do much to the bugbear leader. Dozens of magic lances streaked over the melee into the mass of jack o lanterns. While powerful units, they were not entirely durable. Without room to maneuver, being packed in like sardines now made things go poorly for Mareth¡¯s defenders. A majority of the scorpions were dead by the time that Henry hit the portal¡­To find that Mareth indeed had a sixth floor. Mark heard Amelia gasp in dismay. Before Henry was a seemingly endless corridor. Mark immediately guessed the purpose of the long unending tunnel. Mareth had thrown this floor together to stall them, just like he had done an hour or two ago. Mark shouted direction to Henry who quickly complied. Unfortunately, for Mareth the spiders could actually be quite quick, moving as quick as a human could sprint, and despite the morning¡¯s exertions the spiders were ready to go. The type of spiders these units were based on were the big wandering spiders so moving for hours was not really too much of an exertion. They should still be good for a quick burst, even laden down with three units each. Mark brought all of the spiritualists. A handful of the best bugbears and the mages with the most manna. The rest would be left behind to follow at half the speed that the spiders could muster. Mark had thought to leave Henry behind since he looked like he was barely holding it together. His skin was burnt, his armor was charred, and he had more than a few puncture wounds. But Henry took another rock skin pill from one of his subordinates staying behind and hopped on. The spiders started streaking down the tunnel. The last big bulk of scorpions were making their last stand as the arachne and bugbear healer supported them. However, they would not hold out for more than a few minutes. Within another five to ten minutes she could sweep the entire floor. She already had a handful of units standing by the portal door that would allow them into the core room as soon as the guardian was slain. But to Mareth¡¯s dismay when the final defender her forces were facing fell, she found that the guardian lock was still there. Mark watched as her forces exploded in all directions. She had killed 24 defenders, but this was Mark¡¯s last move. If Mareth discovered the trick they would be finished. Amelia grabbed his hand and gave him a frightened smile. All they could do now was wait. The dungeon core interface screen showed a line of spiders running down a hall, while both their personal screens showed the 100 or so remaining attackers scrambling to find their sixth floor¡¯s guardian. Ten minutes passed, and Mark felt her hand clench his tighter as the end of the hallway came into view. Henry was already shouting orders. He was riding the front spider. He threw in the pill, brought out his shield, and activated the barrier as they crossed the threshold of the tunnel¡¯s opening. Magic attacks including jack o lantern¡¯s final moves erupted in explosions around Henry and his mount. The spider he had been riding, the spiritualist, and the mage that had been riding beside him were all torn to shreds despite the barrier offering them some coverage. Henry was flung forward crashing on top of his shield. His body smoldered and looked ripped apart despite the shield''s barrier. The room was large with two sides separated by a fifteen foot line of water. Mareth¡¯s forces were gathered on the other end. Ten jack o lanterns supported by fifteen bronze guardians. The spiders poured into the room immediately moving over the crisp corpse of the foremost spider. Another spider and its riders were incinerated by an ultimate move. However the next two flying pumpkin heads were both surprisingly caught by a fireball from the mage on the third spider. They were both blown back into their own force. That fireball might have saved the attack force. The rest of the spiders were able to make it into the room safely uncontested as the jack o lanterns own attacks ripped half of them to shreds. Spiritualists and mages rolled off the spiders landing with a thud, as the spiders charged forward to battle. Half of them leapt across the line of water entirely, the other half landed in the water. Although they broke the surface and crawled onto the opposite side in a matter of seconds. One of the spiders was almost immediately cut in half along with its bugbear rider. The guardian¡¯s sword seemed to become molten hot and it easily carved through them like they were butter. Mark had not had much of an opportunity to observe the different essence guardian¡¯s before, but now he could see that each could perform acid, or flame attacks with their sword. One of the bugbears'' hammers met blade but flames were still seemingly sent forward into the bugbear¡¯s face. It resulted in the bugbear being blinded for a crucial second, and cut in half the next. The bugbear likely had a defensive bonus of 11 or so, but it did not seem to matter. Black shades joined the few remaining bugbears in open combat. Effective against most things the shades died fairly quickly against the essence based attacks of the bronze guardians. A round of magic lances took out several guardians, but the long cast time for magic lances would prevent them from sending another wave anytime soon. Most of the jack o lanterns were down, and only one of the remaining still had its ultimate move in reserve. However it had gotten separated from the battle by one of the spiders who was attacking it ferociously. The jack o lantern probably was twice as strong as the spider, but it was a fifth of the spider¡¯s size and was not able to bring its magic to bear. Mark switched his attention back to their own dungeon. It looked like Mareth had still not figured it out. When building the floor, Mark had made six ambush tunnels. A scorpion would be able to attack units that passed, but would have its flanks protected. More importantly, once the scorpion died its body would fill the opening. The interface prevented Mark from having secret rooms or hidden passages for the most part, but it would not restrict him from having dead end tunnels whose opening would be covered when one of the defenders died. Emperor, the sixth floor guardian hid at the end of one of these tunnels. His body was behind a bend so even whatever life sense the constructs had should not work. The constructs were still running around like crazy, but as soon as Mareth realized the ruse, things could be over in less than a minute. She easily still had the firepower to burn out Emperor without really having to fight him. Their own attack was faltering. All but one of the spiders were down, and only two more bugbears were left against the seven guardians. Four of the guardians had crossed over the water to deal with the spiritualists and mages. The mages and bugbears that had been left behind were still five minutes or more away. Who could say whether they would arrive before Mareth figured out where the sixth floor guardian hid? Then Mark noticed Henry rise back to his feet. He was almost definitely finally using his soak skill, wounds were closing enough for him to push on. One hand still clenched his war hammer. Three steps forward and the colonel launched himself forward over the water. He landed near the ledge and pulled himself out a second later. It would basically be him against three guardians since both of the other two remaining bugbears had just fallen. That number soon became two as Henry smashed the heavily wounded guardian before proceeding toward the other two. Henry¡¯s hammer immediately met a molten sword, receiving a splash of molten metal in return. However, Henry continued the attack even as the other guardian with the corrosive sword joined in. Henry''s armor was already thoroughly charred, but now it literally had parts melting off his body. Henry had the advantage in both speed and strength, likely would have won quite quickly if he was one on one with either of them, but the two could keep him from pressing an advantage. The other guardians were finishing off the last of the mages and spiritualists. In less than a minute, at least three more guardians would rejoin the fight. The spider fighting far off to the side was on its last legs against the jack o lantern. Mark heard another gasp from Amelia, following her line of sight it appeared that Mareth¡¯s units had figured it out. They were already pulling one scorpion after another out of their tunnels. Mark made a mental order to Emperor. The sixth floor guardian moved forward and clenched the scorpion, blocking its tunnel tail. Mareth¡¯s units started pulling on the scorpion, but the body resisted the pull as Emperor resisted. Mark watched with alarm as all the enemy units in their dungeon started that way. Emperor with his power rating of 5.2 and his size could likely hold against quite a few units, but he could not win the tug of war against all of Mareth¡¯s forces. ¡°Henry, we need victory now,¡± Amelia shouted through the link. The bugbear heard her and increased the ferocity of his attacks, although it was clear that he did not have much more to give. However, he was their only hope since the reinforcements were still minutes out and only the spider and a few more mages remained. Henry gave out a passionate grunt as he brought his hammer back around dealing a crushing blow. The guardian caught it on its shield, but the weight of the blow caused both weapons and shield to slam into the guardian¡¯s head. The bronze flame guardian was knocked back several steps, and Henry went to work on the guardian with the acid sword. Henry finished off the acid sword guardian with four powerful blows and refocused on the guardian that carried the molten sword. His hammer met the shield with such power the guardian was once again knocked back. Henry followed up blow after blow, all the while Amelia bounced up and down on the couch screaming for his victory. Mark clenched the couch side and watched Henry fight. If Emperor lost the tug of war battle, they would know quite quickly since units would pour into the core room soon after. Henry gave one last guttural roar as he brought his hammer up and around. The battered guardian only half caught it on his shield. The blow continued forcing the shield down and crushing into the guardians¡¯ head. The guardian crumpled to the floor, and Henry¡¯s attention focused back to the three guardians climbing out of the water back to their side of the room. Mark felt his heart sink for a moment but only a moment. Not all of the floor defenders had to be killed, just the guardian. Mark jumped from the couch and started shouting as soon as he saw that the far door lost its protective haze. ¡°Henry run through the door and crush the orb!¡± he yelled over and over again. Amelia joined in a second later. They were both jumping and shouting. Henry got the message he turned for the door, with three guardians hot on his heels. Seconds later a pumpkin head sailed toward the four of them. The jack o lantern had been pushed away from the fight with the spider, and was trying to stop the bugbear colonel. The end of the room exploded. Henry was sent through the door. He rolled back to his feet. Five strides later he brought his hammer down on the orb obliterating it. [Notice: Contender, Mareth Ingall, has been eliminated by another contender. Contender has been given a unique reward. Contenders remaining 13/35] Chapter 56: Day 173 Mark and Amelia cheered and hugged each other jumping in excitement, before Mark realized in horror that the units in their own dungeon were still alive. The half dozen bronze guardians that had been fighting to pull out the dead scorpion were standing still as the interface worked to switch them over from dungeon creatures back to the neutral faction. Mark hurriedly took control and had Emperor move back behind the bend of the dead end tunnel. It was all he could think. When Crassius had been defeated, the orcs attacking their dungeon had been frozen for a good 5 to 10 seconds. Then when they woke up they were confused, and the normally battle driven creatures were forced to retreat before the far weaker goblins due to the confusion. Amelia¡¯s excitement died as she realized what was going on. Mareth was defeated, but their dungeon was very much still under attack. They watched with wide eyes as the constructs began moving again. Less than 10 seconds had passed since Mareth¡¯s core had been shattered, when the constructs began to move again. Mark sighed in relief when they just meandered about. They had seemingly forgotten what they had just been doing with the reupload, and since Emperor was back around the tunnel¡¯s bend they should not be able to sense him. Over a hundred units were still alive on the sixth floor and an additional 50 were on the fourth floor making their way up. ¡°I can¡¯t believe this!¡± Amelia exclaimed. ¡°We wiped out a dungeon, and still might end up dying.¡± She collapsed back into the couch in disbelief. ¡°How much time till our units respawn.?¡± ¡°Well it is the sixth floor, so 6 hours for the normal defenders. Since it has only been 15 to 20 minutes since the last of them were killed, we have a good five and a half hours¡­¡± Mark responded matter of factly. ¡°Your kidding me, so we just have to sit here for that long, hoping that the constructs don¡¯t find the guardian?¡± Amelia asked exasperated. Mark nodded. He was just as frustrated. They sat there in silence as they watched the constructs meander about. They were all scattered and seemingly had no clue on what they had just been doing, but Mark knew if they were able to kill Emperor, then they could still end up dying today. The more frustrating part was that they were going to have to wait a long time to potentially resolve this situation, and not necessarily just six hours. It could easily take several iterations to finish off the remaining attackers. The real question was if and when the scorpion¡¯s body would dissolve into the dungeon. Was it just time based, or not till all enemies on the floor were gone. He hoped it was the latter, because he had witnessed it occurring within a couple of hours in all previous instances, although every other time there had not been enemies still on the floor. Mark watched for another minute or two before he decided he would go mad, if he sat here for the rest of the day. He gave the scorpion directions to start the tug of war game if the constructs started pulling the dead body out. Of course, Mark hoped that Emperor could just stay behind the bend in the tunnel. Perhaps the constructs would not sense him regardless due to the dead scorpion in the way, but he would rather not chance it. Mark would definitely keep the feed up, but there were definitely things that they could look at or do. After all, all of the constructs were all inside the dungeon so theoretically Amelia and he could even go outside, the portal taking them right to the surface. Not that they would, however Mareth had not destroyed the buildings, so it was an easy thing to let the researchers and dedicated crafters out. They might as well get back to work in case they survive. Ezekiel would be among them, once again he had survived in the compartment through the attack. Mark was eager to see what their unique reward would be, but they still had a good 54 minutes to wait according to the counter, so Mark went to the next thing on his agenda. Of all the units that they needed to replenish, there was only one group that had a time limit. Mark summoned 10 new red hobgoblin spiritualists. Luckily, the summoning worked without issue since there were no enemy units alive within their territory. Mark would have loved to unlock another level of mage to increase the capacities further, but the MP they would receive from defeating Mareth¡¯s forces was held up since there were still plenty of her former units hanging out in their dungeon. However, Mark did not know whether the same would hold true for the dead bodies strewn about on the surface. The ten spiritualists immediately went to work, each rushing to find the best corpses to add to their spirit army. Mark then resummoned the archer division. No reason they could not get back to work making more arrows and other goods. With just over 17,000 MP Mark could not due too much else. He summoned 100 yellow hobgoblins to send through both sides of the barracks. In just over a month, he could have a 100 regular yellow mages all for the cheap price of 17,000 MP right now. He only had enough MP to give half the Mage class, the rest would have to pick it up in the barracks. That drained their MP down to the dregs, but hopefully they would have the MP from the battle should Gale send a force to attack later in the day. It was just getting light outside, so she would know soon enough. There would not be any hiding it. Hopefully she would also see the notice that Mareth had been defeated, so would once again err on the side of caution and not send an attack force their way. However, Mark was needlessly worried about the other dungeon in their area attacking them today. Not that he would ever know. They had only minutes left on their unique reward counter. The enemies in their dungeon were once again meandering about, searching for a way to open the door to the sixth floor. The rock and flesh golems had joined the others on the sixth floor, and a round of defenders had respawned. Mark got one answer to his question, defender bodies would dissolve quite quickly once they respawned. Mark had sweat pretty hard for a bit when the body had dissolved. However through some careful coordination of the other 24 Mark had drawn all the enemies to one area with the sounds of battle. Meanwhile he had snuck one of the scorpions the opposite way to retake the position at the hole¡¯s entrance. It was still alive, but whenever the constructs found it, hopefully it would once again die in place blocking the hole. The sad part was that Mark was going to have to do this more than once. Over a hundred of enemies still roamed their sixth floor, so Mark could easily imagine needing several more iterations of this tactic. Each time the shuffle would risk their floor guardian being found. But having successfully managed it once, Mark had been watching the counter tick down for their unique reward when the new notice popped. [Notice: a Contender has reached dungeon level 3. New features have been unlocked.] [Notice: The In-battle contender chat feature has been unlocked. Contenders will now be able to message with one another provided they have encountered the other dungeon.] [Notice: The limit on sponsorship has been reduced for all contenders. Limited status: three sponsorship support packages per a week. Contenders can elect on which support they would like to receive and when to receive it.] Mark stared for a moment at the notice. Someone had leveled up their dungeon to level 3. Once again new features were unlocked for everyone, regardless of their dungeon level status. They were both worrying additions to the battle. Now other dungeons could receive three times the support from outside of the dungeon. The in battle chat feature could potentially allow alliances or coordinated attacks. Stolen from its rightful place, this narrative is not meant to be on Amazon; report any sightings. But after thinking about it for a minute perhaps the in battle chat feature could be beneficial for them. After all, when considering the various super powers still in existence who would coordinate to take out a supposedly weaker contender like Amelia. The opposite was more likely. Who would not want to team up with a supposedly weaker dungeon that they felt could be taken out at leisure. If they played it right perhaps they could team up with others until most of the others were taken out. Mark could not dwell on it for too long. The new notice for their unique rewards would be on its way shortly, but Mark had also noticed something else. A prior notice, he had not seen. It arrived an hour ago. [Congratulations: One of your elite units has received a unique title, Relentless. Each of the 100 titles can only be given once during the succession battle. Each unit can only have one title. (Titles still available: 91/100) ] [Relentless: The relentless title recognizes a unit for continued perseverance through grueling circumstances, and will increase their ability to push on. The unit''s endurance will be increased by twofold, and the unit¡¯s vitality and toughness by 25%. In addition, contenders can pick one among the following.
  1. Added stat points, attack, and defense
  2. Special skill
  3. Added essence ability: (essences currently available: toxic, electricity.)
Time remaining 60:00] Mark and Amelia looked at each other in shock. Normal units could progress through five different experience levels: conscript, recruit, regular, veteran, and expert. Before the battle this morning, Henry had only been a veteran, but at some point during the battle he had not only leveled up to expert, but had pushed beyond to claim one of what had been 92 unique titles remaining. But Mark could not be shocked for long. Like the unique reward component this notice had a one hour timer, and both of them had started Now that he had reviewed the notice the timer had started. ¡°Don¡¯t open the unique reward notice till we settle this one,¡± Mark directed. ¡°Not like we will need the full hour,¡± Amelia huffed, but she closed her interface anyways to only pay attention to the screen he was sharing. ¡°My vote is for the essence ability,¡± Amelia immediately stated after rereading all the options. Mark rolled his eyes. Just like her to go for the most flashy option without much thought. He sighed though after only a little bit of thought. She was probably right. The stat point option would be nice, but it would not add much besides increasing the power rating. The skill option was more enticing. A special skill had to be better than the four basic skills they had been offered once they upgraded their dungeon to level 2. Henry already had the soak ability. Another even more powerful skill would certainly be enticing. Perhaps if he knew what the stat option or skill would actually offer. But it was true that essence was the succession battle''s driving resource, so it would seem foolish not to go in that direction. However, they only had two options available. Mark could only guess it was based on how much they currently had on hand. If stone had been an option it might have been a really good pick to increase Henry¡¯s survivability, but since it was not. Mark did not really have to consider between the two options. A certain superhero who wielded a hammer and could use electricity came to mind. If only Mark could rename Henry as well. Then he would be uh¡­. A much uglier version. ¡°Electric essence, then?¡± he asked questionably. Sounds good to me,¡± Amelia agreed. She selected the option and the two looked at Henry¡¯s status.
Colonel Henry the Relentless (1/45) Warhammer LVL 3 (Expert) Power lvl: 10.0 Morale: 82 (Cheerful)
Strength 29 Attack: 5 Defense: 3
Endurance 42 Abilities/Skills
Agility 19 SKills: Soak Abilities: Jolt
Vitality 34
Intelligence 14
Wisdom 15
The title was added to the name column, and the ability Jolt had been added. Mark checked jolt in the encyclopedia. Henry¡¯s attacks would send out electricity. Which could cause damage even if blocked and could potentially even temporarily paralyze enemies. They would have to see how it was in practice, but it sounded amazing. On top of the 25% experience bump to expert and the extra stats Henry had become frightening. Of course there was only one way for him to become more powerful now, class upgrades. He was still level 3 in his war hammer class so he could already get another 10% bump, but he could not become much more powerful. Amelia enthusiastically went back to their new notice. After a brief moment for them to read it the counter started. [Unique Reward: Choose between one of the three options
  1. Take the money and run.
  2. Skill Gymnasium
  3. Essence Hoard
Time remaining 60:00] The first option was the standard MP option. They would get an additional 2,500 MP a day. It was not quite a 10% increase since their current daily production was 27,430 MP, but it would be even less once dungeons moved on to dungeon level 3. Probably after all the production increases from level 3 it might only be 3 or 4 percent of a dungeon¡¯s daily production. Still it was definitely more tempting than the 1,000 MP they had been offered last time. The second option, the skill gymnasium, would allow units to train and receive skills. Ten units could train at a time, and each new skill would take one week. If that was all there was to it, then Mark would have immediately bypassed it. Adding a skill to a unit only cost 200 MP and even with the substantial mark up for additional skills for a unit, the cost would be less than what the MP option would give. The real hook for this option was the second part. The gymnasium would allow him to bypass unlocking additional skill slots. The second skill slot by itself was already 100,000 MP. The third and fourth would be progressively more expensive. He would be able to summon units with one skill and then use the gymnasium to add additional skills, only dealing with the 10 unit limit. It would also allow him to add skills to already summoned units, say Henry. That by itself would make it tempting. Mark was pretty much already sold on the second option but he gave the third option a look over. Essence hoard did not sound bad. It would give a seemingly endless supply of two new essences that they had not yet encountered. To sweeten the deal, the option would start them out with one method of use for each essence. Damn, Mark thought. It was just enticing enough to make him think about it for a bit. Amelia and him discussed both options for almost the entirety of the time the counter was made available, but finally Mark selected the second option, skill gymnasium. Not knowing what essences they would receive or how beneficial the methods they would get, was the main factor. They could potentially be game changing, but they could also just be so-so. Mark was not particularly interested in spinning a gacha wheel and hoping to get something good, especially when it was not actually up to luck. In this case the essences and methods they would get would be up to the succession battle creators. Mark was not willing to depend on their providence. He would go for the known quantity. The gymnasium appeared in an area that would be protected by their outer wall. It just fit in with everything else. He had thought he had left quite a bit of left over space, but now it was looking like things were going to be quite cramped in their in progress fortress. With everything decided, Mark treated himself to a good meal. He still had a long day ahead of him. They were still in a bit of a precarious situation. One wrong move and the enemy units on their sixth floor would finish them off. They might not be a part of a dungeon any more, but it was quite apparent that they would not leave the dungeon. They would either be wiped out, or they would destroy the dungeon. Hopefully, the succession battle managers would be a bit merciful since it would be a pathetic and non climatic end to a dungeon after they had actually won the battle with another dungeon. Chapter 57: Day 205 Mark set himself up on the second level of the archer tower for a cup of coffee and to enjoy the ambiance before he opened his interface to perform his first status check of the morning. Once he did that his mind would once again be embroiled with the seemingly infinite possibilities the interface offered. More than seven months had passed since he had been pulled to this virtual world to act as a champion of one of the contenders, Amelia Cromwell, in a ruler succession battle royal where only one of the dungeons could be left standing at the end. The victor would be the next ruler of the Arcadian realm. In another 19 days he would close out the 8th month and have officially been here for half of the 16 month standard year in the Arcadian realm. The recognized time intervals did not quite line up to those of earth. The weeks were the same as were the number of days in a week. The time in a day was near the same as far as he could tell. All these similarities were seemingly universal constants that showed up throughout various lower realms and planets time and again. With hundreds of planets with life, days could have any amount of length, so they had chosen an arbitrary median between them to determine the passage of time among the factions. The result was sixteen, 28 day months resulting in 448 days in total. Regardless, even by earth standards, Mark had already been here for half a year. It was only a fraction of the near 25 years of existence by earth standards, yet already his life on earth seemed like a far distant past. His thoughts seldom went back to things from there. It was odd since he had been to far more places, interacted with more people, and seen more things before being summoned here. For the last 204 days, he had spent all of his time within about the same half of a mile worth of space, and that distance had been far less before he had used DP to move the dungeon entrance and other structures against the rocky outcropping of the nearest plateau a week ago. The endless bluff map he had been brought to was filled with the near sheer faced rock protrusions. Luckily one had been located partially inside the territory of their dungeon. Mark had elected to build a fortress against it. Mark took another sip of his coffee before inspecting their defenses. A half circle stone outer wall arced around the two tiered pagoda archer tower that he now stood on. The wall was around ten feet across its entire length and abutted into the cliff face on both sides. While it seemed quite tall, it was not near high enough to protect from the monstrosities that could soon be assailing it. Of the 35 dungeons that the succession battle had started with, only 8 remained. While at the start of the battle, this wall would have been a near insurmountable obstacle it now was far from sufficient. Of the eight dungeons remaining, only one other was near them. That dungeon was held by Gale Barbary. Which unsurprising meant that of the remaining contenders, she was the dungeon that they knew the most about, and she had both trolls and giants that could probably hurdle right over the wall as it currently was. Not to mention magic and enchanted items that could do who knows what. According to the seventh month rankings, Gale was still only in fourth place. His and Amelia¡¯s dungeon on the other hand was ranked seventh. Only one away from being last on the list, and that was more likely due to the likelihood of one of the other dungeons being deemed more likely to be taken out before them than being based on their strength. Amelia was the only contender left from the weakest group of factions, and could be said to have already survived longer than anticipated. Even the medium sized factions only had 2 contenders remaining. Since one of them was ranked eighth, it soon might be only one. The other, Daniel Hale, was actually also doing uncharacteristically well. For the first few rankings he had even led the rankings, although he was now only residing in third place. Likely whatever hype had given voters cause to rank him highly had died out. Now two of the pre battle favorites held first and second place, Nick Holt and Leonard Boulevic. Nick Holt was from one of the richest families in the realm and Leonard was from a republic that consistently put all their eggs in one basket to support one of their contenders to victory, and support really mattered. Sponsors could send sponsorship packages, each of which could equate to about a day¡¯s worth of a dungeon¡¯s production. While the sponsorship feature had not been available initially, once the first dungeon had advanced to level 2 the feature had been unlocked. Dungeons became able to open one of their support packages a week. More than a month ago, one of the dungeons had hit level 3. Now each dungeon could open up to three a week. Each sponsorship package was ranked 1 through 5 could be purchased with the cost to sponsors increasing exorbitantly. The major faction contenders would of course be getting a lot of packages, contenders like Amelia on the other hand were not expected to make it far in the first place due to features like this. It meant that most contenders from a minor faction received little or no support. In the first five months, they had only received one, and that had been a rank 1 package that would not even be able to affect the outcome of the battle. A hot tub that had been sent to them¡­ for who knows what reason. Mark did not want to think about it. However, since they had taken out a second dungeon some support had trickled in. Investors deciding that a sponsorship despite the cost might be made up for in advertising. Still the best of the packages they had received over the last month were at the third rank or below and it would only take two weeks to blow through the five packages whenever Mark decided to open them. The fact that they were at a major disadvantage during this succession battle had still yet to really rear its ugly head. Since so far they had really yet to go against any of the powerhouses of the battle. Gale was likely extremely strong, but luckily for them her strategy had been to seclude herself and build her strength through the early part of the game. It had allowed the other dungeons in the region to deal with each other, eventually leading to Amelia and him coming out on top. While it had been fortunate for them up to this point, eventually it would work against them. From what they had gathered, Gale had been among the first to level up her dungeon to level three. She also had two tier two unit branches unlocked compared to them having opened none of them. Not to mention the fortress that she was building herself in the middle of a swamp. The outer walls of which were three times the comparatively puny wall they had currently erected. On top of an army having to approach through water and muk, taking her off the map seemed like it would be virtually impossible. Still weaker contenders had their own way to compete. The interface that ran the succession battle was robust. Different types of units, unit upgrades, research, crafting¡­ The possible routes that the dungeons had available to grow their strength was practically infinite. While Mark had considered it unfortunate at first, Amelia had made several decisions that had defined their course prior to summoning him as her champion. She had chosen the dungeon specialization social interaction, which allowed for them to negotiate with the neutral factions or natives on the map. Mark had been entirely frustrated with her decision. That decision was compounded with her choosing to unlock the cheapest branch on the humanoid unit tree, starting them out with goblins. The goblins were not strong fighters, nor were they very intelligent. Seemingly the only advantage they had was how cheap the goblin unit types were. Seven months later, Mark could only admit to himself that they likely would not have made it as far if the decision had been left to him. From the other examples Amelia had been able to recount, Mark would have most definitely chosen something else. However with hindsight, the specialization had given them several edges that gave them a fighting chance, and even her pick of the goblins had been mitigated later on once they had obtained named units and other unit branches. Currently, they had five named units outside of their dungeon. Nasel was the first of them. The yellow hobgoblin was relatively weaker, only having a power rating of 1.6, but since Mark basically used him as an administrator to keep the other goblins in line it hardly mattered. Then there were the two scouts Lewis and Clark. Also yellow hobgoblins, the two despite being on the weaker side had survived dozens of scouting missions earning their names. Which was a good thing since they had already died several times since. Named units could be respawned. It was based on their power rating, meaning two weeks for the three weaker named units. The two scouts were currently awaiting respawn after being killed by some of the number one contender¡¯s undead army to the south of them. Three weeks prior they had been killed by the third ranked contender¡¯s beasts. It was unfortunate, but they had uncovered almost the entire western side or nearly a third of the endless bluff map. The best of the named units was Henry the Relentless. A bugbear, named after a butler of the Cromwell family, who Amelia had been quite fond of. The bugbear had earned himself the Relentless title in their last assault on Mareth¡¯s construct dungeon. The bugbear commander had fought the odds and been instrumental in their victory, and now was the general of their forces. Bugbear¡¯s had a base power rating of 2.2, but Henry was all the way up to 10.6. Over the last month since the battle, he had gotten far more powerful. The relentless title had boosted his stats and given him the Jolt ability. On top of that they had been able to promote him from a colonel to general, and now being at an expert experience level the bugbear general was now almost twice as strong as he had been when the battle began. The power rating increase was not the only boost. The bugbear had also picked up the other three basic skills over the last month, making him a real powerhouse. The only downside was that the bugbear was smaller in stature than some of the larger units out there. A six foot something humanoid with a power rating of 10 might have his work cut out for him to deal with something much bigger with even half the power rating. Still Mark had not seen the new and improved bugbear in battle. Perhaps with the four skills and the electric jolt ability he might be able to go toe to toe with the best other dungeons had to offer. The genuine version of this novel can be found on another site. Support the author by reading it there. The other goblins comprising their forces were far below Henry in strength. It was hard to get any even into the 4¡¯s power rating wise. Luckily, they had some other unit branches that they had been granted by the interface. Both had come from a special feature gained by having a research lab expertly crafted by the gnomes, Amelia¡¯s choice of social interaction had allowed them. The second branch they had obtained were the creepy crawlies. Bugs and arachnids that had brought some much needed strength and versatility to their forces. Thanks to them, Mark had been able to conquer their first dungeon. They had been able to choose the thrasher bear as their unique reward, which had also unlocked the humanoid-beast cross bugbear units who had become their elite fighters. The third branch they had been given was the flower branch from the plant tree. The plants were surprisingly incredibly powerful. Mark was currently using them as their main defensive force. Mark glanced down. Fifty sunflowers were interspaced across the hillside. The fifteen foot tall plants would be able to blast enemies with their magic and special sunburst ability from behind the wall. Then there were the 40 bloodrose units that would be able to act as a second line of defense if the outer wall fell. The forty units could form a literal hedge of brambles when next to each other. In support were a handful of midnight lotuses which boosted all nearby plant units with their malevolent aura. They had also been given the health germination route that would allow them to heal the other plants. The best thing about the two branches was that they had been given to them for free. Finding unique locations had been the only requirement of the research lab special feature. However, obtaining them did have its downsides. While the three different unit branches offered a lot of unique capabilities, having them had prevented them from unlocking a higher tier branch since the cost of successive branches increased for every one you already had. Most dungeons would likely be hard pressed to get more than three or four. The diverse branch types also all had their own unique upgrade routes, which meant Mark would have to expend more of their precious MP to make each of the different types stronger. Luckily, the unique reward they had obtained for defeating their second dungeon had given them a way to avoid having to unlock some of the upgrades. The gymnasium building, Mark and Amelia had chosen would allow them to train up to 10 units to obtain skills. Once their dungeon level had hit level 2, they had been able to unlock 4 different basic skills. Of course to maintain battle balance they would have had to unlock successive slots to be able to attach multiple skills to units. The second slot to allow a unit to have 2 skills already cost 100,000 MP. The third and fourth would have cost many times more. It would likely have been another half to a full year before Mark would be able to get to unlocking them. Now he likely never would. They could only train 10 units at a time, but the units could gain a new skill each week they spent in their training. Henry and nine of the other surviving bugbears had been the first to be sent through. Being able to use all four skills made them even more of powerhouses. The gymnasium could only be used for the humanoid units, the same as their barracks, but there were other solutions for the other unit types. Mark glanced at the greenhouse. It was still cast in shadow this early in the morning. In the shadow of the plateau it would likely be several hours into the morning before the sun would glint off of the glass the building was made out of. Like the gymnasium the greenhouse could only house 10 plants at a time. Each week spent in the greenhouse would give a plant a 10% boost to their power rating. Plant type units did not have experience levels, nor could they have skills or classes. Each week they spent in the greenhouse made them bigger and stronger, adding a dash in the row below their name if they were analyzed with the interface. Right now, Mark had 10 sunflowers with four dashes working on their fifth dash. Battle balance made it likely there would be an upper limit to how strong the greenhouse could make the plants, but apparently they would be able to get at least a 50% boost from the building. It was a slow power up method, but every little bit might matter when they were disadvantaged in many other aspects. Mark had not built a beast specific building yet. The creepy crawlies also could not have classes or skills. They had bloodline evolutions, which Mark had unlocked to the fourth rank. The barracks complimented the gymnasium allowing them to increase unit experience levels up to regular giving units a 10% power rating boost as well as allowing them to train their classes. It allowed them to save MP, or allowed them to advance previously summoned units. It was basically the only way to power up Henry at this point, unless they got another skill. Since they could send 50 units at a time through each side of the barracks it was a real force multiplier. As far as getting more skills, there was a solution to that in the research laboratory. The research building had been the first building Mark had commissioned the gnomes to build. After two additions, they could not have six research focuses. Although they currently only had five since the last lab room was being used by the Ezekial, the special unit they had received after completing the research lab. The projects they had researched was the source of their dungeon¡¯s strength, namely the enchantment focus. In addition they had the specialized class focus, Pharmacology, Essence, and Embuing. The last two were the most difficult subjects so progress was slow, but they also promised a big payout. For the Embuing focus they still had not completed a project, but that would not be the case very soon. The essence focus had several projects completed. For the pharmacology focus they had completed a handful of projects, but there would not be any more. Mark had pushed for the last remaining projects to be completed, so they could then swap the focus to researching skills to make use of their new gymnasium. He could not afford to give up the enchantment, essence, embuing, or specialized class focuses, so Pharmacology was the only option. Pharmacology had delivered everything Mark felt they needed from it. Still pharmacology had finished on a high note, with its last three projects being potentially its best. The stamina potions would allow their troops to continue on through prolonged battles. The soldier pills would similarly keep their units going in another way. Units would have their physical aspects boosted to a degree. Their stamina would recover quickly and their wounds would bleed less. It was something akin to a berserking pill. The final project was not something that would really be effective in battle, however it was not something to be looked down upon. The enlightenment pill would boost mental acumen by a large degree. One of the things that had limited their ability to get equipment, pills, or potions to higher quality levels was the physical limits on crafters or brewers. The enlightenment pill promised to push those limits. While the project had only been complete for a few days, Mark was eager to make some. Unfortunately, they had to wait on some more ingredients to be brought in. Luckily, scouts had already located the various ingredients. Mark only needed to be patient until they brought them back. The enchantment projects put into practice with their crafting house had been the two features that had allowed their forces to be victorious or fight off enemies. The enchanted gear and weapons had been the only advantage they had over their enemies. It was what allowed the relatively weaker goblins to compete. Other than the tent city where the gnome workers lived, there were only two other structures. The magic mine and the forge. The mine allowed them to gather resources from seemingly an alternate dimension. They just had to be dug out. Metals that would allow them to utilize their forge, but also some other special resources such as the electric essence could be pulled from there. Another benefit of Amelia having chosen the social interaction specialization, they now had hundreds of kobolds in the mine working on top of the 300 goblin mining division. The kobolds were contracted to produce five stone blocks a head every day, on top of turning over a portion of the other resources collected. Without them, the wall would maybe be a third of its current height. The deal alone was worth it for the produced stones and the pile of basic metals the kobolds continually brought forth. Getting what little of the allotted better resources they were supposed to get was a bonus. Overall, they did not lose out on anything since the goblins mined the other sides of the mine. It was not the only advantage their relationship with the kobolds had brought. Their third resource settlement had been shown to them by the reptilian humanoids. Then there was the fact that they had found an underground route that had allowed Mark to put an army in Mareth¡¯s territory before the other contender could make any countermeasures. Thanks to that, conquering their second dungeon had proceeded far easier than it likely would have otherwise. Mark turned open hearing the ¡®clump¡¯ after ¡®clump,¡¯ of someone climbing the ladder to the second level. Soon Amelia¡¯s head appeared from below. Seconds later the rest of her emerged. The girl was on the shorter side. The pajama bottoms she still wore bunched up at her ankles and the sweater top had just as many folds on her smaller frames. Together with the youthful face, she looked almost like a little girl who had put on her mothers clothes. Although Mark knew she was quite a bit older than she appeared. In fact, she was a bit older than him. The difference was that she had grown up in a higher dimension. In the arcadian realm, humans could live several centuries before they died of old age. It was one of the factors Mark attributed for why she seemed younger than she was. Being able to live so long, humans of the Arcadian realm did not seem as driven to develop emotionally or in other words grow up as quickly. There was not as much of a push to become independent, get a job, get married, all so that you could have kids before you became physically incapable of doing so. The second factor was a little darker. Mark had not been explicitly told so, but from various statements and talks they had over the months he had gleaned that she did not have a high standing with her family. The society in the Arcadian realm seemed to be more clan-like. It was hard for an individual to live independently. Amelia had been a part of the top family in Altaire, but her mother had not been her father¡¯s wife. She might be from a top family, but she was an unwanted part of it. Neither the Cromwell family or Altair anticipated their candidate being able to win the succession battle, so they normally prepared someone disposable to take part. Someone else had been slated to fill the role. They had been trained and prepped for years, so they would not make a fool of the family. The throw away had decided to run off just prior, resulting in Amelia filling that role for the family and Altair faction. Since she was grossly unprepared, it was apparent the family had intended her to be some endearing sacrifice. Without his help and some good fortune, she likely would have. Things had been a little shaky between them at first, but the girl had eventually come around. She was actually the best they had at crafting since it required an artistic touch in manipulating one¡¯s manna input, something he was more lacking in. However she was far from capable of making decisions under pressure and high levels of strategy. Kind of funny since the winning contender would be the ruler of the realm. A faint smile touched Mark¡¯s lips at the thought. She would be far from equipped to handle such a role, but then a ruler just needed capable people under them. For this battle, it was him. There had been indicative statements the girl had made that it would also be his role should they somehow win. Mark would never be able to go back to Earth, so apparently his choices were either death in the succession battle or to serve Amelia as the queen. It would be difficult for him to manage in the higher realm without any support, so it was not as if he could go off on his own. Moments after she appeared a small platter of food appeared on one of the tables. Mark grimmaced. The amount and quality probably meant she had just spent around 100 MP. She gave a knowing smirk in reply. Mark rolled his eyes. He supposed it was a special occasion. Today they would be leveling up their dungeon to level 3. It was still some hours out¡­Well another couple minutes now that she had spent so much MP for breakfast. Chapter 58: Day 205 Mark pulled up the interface. The homepage shared the current status of their resources. They had just shy of a million MP. In another couple hours that would not be the case and they would have enough to unlock dungeon level 3. Mark moved on. They currently were sitting at 28 DP. They earned 4 a day, and could use them for any dungeon purchases such as buildings, terrain alteration, and building their dungeon proper. They had pretty much used them almost exclusively for the latter except for the few times that Mark had been forced to pay the penalty to convert DP to MP for an emergency. The dungeon proper was expensive enough. Each new floor now cost 100 DP. Mark had just unlocked the seventh floor. Now that level 3 dungeons were coming on line, their dungeon would need to beef up. Dungeons could be attacked in two ways. Either a force could take over the surface of their dungeon and send their forces through the actual entrance, or they could send adventurers through the alternate entrances that had popped up throughout the map. Level 3 dungeons meant more numerous and stronger adventurer parties would soon be on the way. After dungeons reached level 2 there had been a literal culling through this method. Building the seventh floor was a necessary step to ensure their continued existence in the battle. Each new floor opened an alternate entrance, but it was hardly a concern at this point in time. After the first dungeon had hit level 3 an in game chat feature had been unlocked. The new chat feature would allow dungeons to chat and potentially make alliances with one another. Not much had come with it as of yet. Since dungeons were all working on leveling up or working to unlock the level 3 techs to increase their production things were relatively quiet. Still Mark knew most dungeons already had access to one of their alternate entrances. To establish a connection many had sent a single weak unit through. Mark could now chat it up with five of the other opponents, not that he did, but the option was at least available. Mark glanced at Amelia. Her dazed expression hinted that she also had her interface open. From her slack jawed smile, he could tell she was currently chatting it up with someone. There were only two likely candidates. One was Cynthia, their representative for sponsorships. Amelia had banned Mark from that chat since Cynthia mainly seemed to be giving the girl advice on what to do to make them more appealing for sponsorships from viewers. From what he could see, their representative seemed to be working some sort of young love angle. Amelia had started acting more cutesy and touchy since the feature became available. It was not really as nice as it might sound. For one the girl was pretending. Second, nothing could actually come of it. In battle romance was prevented. How Mark did not really know? But it was not like he would attempt it regardless. For one, it would feel like he was on some sort of reality tv dating show if he did, since potentially millions of viewers could be watching at any moment. The second candidate for who Amelia might currently be chatting with was Avery Kingston. She was currently sitting fifth in the rankings. Avery was apparently a well known model princess in the Arcadian realm. Amelia had even been a fan of hers. Now the two were in-battle besties. The relationship had an expiration date since only one contender would leave the battle alive, however the two apparently appreciated the outlet. The relationship did have some merit in the meantime. First, Amelia had gleaned that Avery had been among a cluster of dungeons to the Northwest. It was the final piece of the puzzle that Mark had needed to determine how dungeons had been situated on the map. Dungeons had been clustered in groups of 7 in five different locations. Now Mark knew at least the general area where all of the dungeons were located. Gale Barbary and them were in the Northwest. Nicholas Holt was in the Southwest. Daniel Hale was in the North. Avery Kingston was in the Northeast. The last two remaining dungeons were to the Southeast, one being the 2nd rank from the republic. The relationship also could serve as a vehicle for a potential alliance. The dungeons were far from another, but so were most of the other dungeons at this point. The distance between dungeons was just one more reason why their dungeon needed to be strengthened since adventuring parties were now the easiest way to attack another dungeon. Level 3 dungeons would likely be able to send 20 units at a time. It might not seem like much, but if they were all, say giants with good equipment it could be a real issue. Twenty might not be enough, but they could send wave after wave. Dungeon defenders did not respawn quick enough to prevent this method from potentially being successful. Only forcing adventurers to move through a lot of floors and powerful defenses, could Mark prevent their dungeon from falling. For the seventh floor, Mark had decided to go with a different approach. The types of attacks in other dungeons could be extremely diverse, so Mark had elected to attach their 10 level 3 spiritualists as defenders in addition to 15 level 4 bugbear mages. The spiritualists could summon up to 5 power rating worth of spirits times their level, meaning the 10 spiritualists could summon 150 power rating worth of raised spirits to defend the seventh floor. Mark could only ever have 10 spiritualists and the condition of them only being able to raise spirits of units from other dungeons, made their upkeep difficult to continually replace them, so Mark had elected to give their seventh floor the capability instead. Now the 150 power rating worth of spirits that the spiritualists could summon would never have to be replaced, and their dungeon had a unique new defense. Devoting the other defender spots as mages was only possible thanks to the spawner exchange, Amelia had worked out with Avery. The premise had been simple. They would both send individual units through to each other''s dungeon until they got spawners that they wanted. Finding an alternate entrance to Avery¡¯s dungeon had not been difficult since they had long ago located quite a few of them, although half had disappeared with the falling dungeons. It was not worth much of a sacrifice to send one green goblin through each to identify the owner. In contrast Avery had also located an alternate entrance for their dungeon. It was a bit of a cheat, but they had also sent in unit¡¯s at the others request until they got the spawners that they desired. It had meant two more for Mark and Amelia, since their fifth floor did not have a spawner. Their seventh could have two. The sixth floor had already received a spawner courtesy from the last attack on their dungeon. The sixth floor spawner gave 20 guardians of the various types that Mareth had last attacked their dungeon with. There was no question that the exchange had given even more intel on what their dungeon had to offer, but they had also learned what Avery had to offer. She had three branches: the fungus branch, tree branch, and the myconids. As far as Mark knew she was the only user of the plant tree, and the spawners they had gotten had allowed him to focus their defenders as mages. The first spawner was three treants. The tall humanoid trees were powerful units that had a power rating of 4.1. Avery had apparently unlocked many options on the fourth tier of the germination paths. The treants had a base power rating of 2.9 which was raised by 40% due to 4th tier Bold germination they had been given. The germination increased their strength meaning that they were as strong as anything they Mark had seen. The second spawner gave 50 Roughwood Myconids. They were actually level 1 units, but had a power rating up to 2.5 due to having a level 3 warrior class that boosted them by 30%. The roughwoods were a strong defensive first tier unit. Together they could effectively form a wall that would slow all but the strongest attackers. They likely would not be killing anything that made it to the seventh floor by themselves, but their numbers, toughness, and size would make them difficult to just bypass. They could delay even powerful tier 2 units allowing the mages time to reduce their enemies to dust. Similarly, Avery had gotten several different iterations of their midnight scorpion. It had been what she wanted and she had tripled down on them. Putting three different versions of a scorpion spawner on her next floor. Mark had based the floor off of one of Mareth¡¯s floors. There were three levels, each had an outer wall. Units would have to enter a central stair before being able to turn left or right to climb stairs to the top of the first level. It was repeated for the second and third level. Unfortunately, the fortification had consumed almost all of the floor space Mark was allowed on a level, so the level could be relatively short to get through for units once the defenders were killed. Unauthorized use of content: if you find this story on Amazon, report the violation. It had delayed their progression slightly, but Mark had elected to upgrade their mage class to level 4 for 100,000 MP to strengthen the 15 bugbear mages that he summoned as defenders. The upgrade only gave them another 10% power boost, no new spells, but it was what they could do at that point in time. A 3.3 power rating was not great, but one of the mages was made the floor guardian, giving him an additional point to his power rating. Mark had named him Chewy, a name he had been waiting to give to one of the bugbears for a while now. The defenders and guardian were relatively weak compared to some of them on the lower floors, but Mark had made the floor with one purpose. To hit enemies with a high level of fire power. Dozens of powerful spirits and mages were the best they could currently manage. The floor most definitely had a slightly different flavor than previous floors. It was important to change things around to keep opponents from easily exploiting any weaknesses. Mark continued on. They currently only had 5 research points, which was not surprising since it was the same everyday. RP had to be allotted by the end of the day. Over the last month, Mark had allotted their RP to several different things. The third mystic tier germination path had been completed a few days after they had taken Mareth¡¯s dungeon. The next 30 days went to researching the intricate design tech. Mark would decide on what to do with today¡¯s RP after they unlocked dungeon level 3. It was very likely that third level techs would be far too expensive. Mark would rather save up MP to buy most techs, Their RP could still knock out some of the lower unit upgrades in a week or two, but Mark would not afford the several months it would likely take to unlock the expensive techs. The only other resources their dungeon had was essence. They had a near unlimited supply of toxic essence from a pool of the essence they had discovered early on. The only other source of essence they had plenty of on hand was the electric essence that came from their mine. Every couple of weeks or so a new batch was found, making it another essence they would always have plenty to spend. Their other sources were a little more limited. The gnomes had stone essence in their village, that Mark could requisition, but much of it was used to make stone containers for their other essence types. They had a little of the first essence they had discovered, but they only got 10% of the life essence the source could produce thanks to a deal they had made with the gnomes to get them out of a bad situation. The final essence source they had easy access to was a spoil of war. Mareth¡¯s dungeon had literally almost been built on a bubbling spring that produced a near infinite supply of brimstone essence. It was what had given her units the corrosive attacks. Mark had not build another outpost there as of yet. For one it would cost a full day¡¯s worth of production. Second, doing so would draw attention to the source out in the open field. Since it was only a day¡¯s march away, it was simple enough to send expeditions anytime they needed more. Which might now be for a while since they had not found a way to use it yet. Mark shifted to the unit page. He sifted through the list. It took less than a minute to ensure that none of their units had died through the night. Occasionally it would happen where a scouting team was wiped out. At the home base, Mark had a 300 goblin mining division, a 300 goblin archery division, and 150 goblins that had survived the attack on Mareth¡¯s dungeon. They were currently helping mine and build the wall, but they would be a part of the army whenever Mark got around to building one. Other than that there were just a hundred flower units at the home base. The underground outpost was the weakest. It only had five scorpions stationed to defend it. It was nestled deep underground so it was unlikely that another dungeon would actually ever find it. Without the kobolds help they would never have found the coal mine source. Mark would likely never upgrade the outpost to a settlement since he saw little reason to do so. The other outpost had a small contingent of goblins for protection, but since it was on a former dungeon contender site to the Northwest of the map, it was well out of the way. However, the five mounds of coal at Crassius¡¯ old dungeon site would soon run out. They had another 20 days, but Mark¡¯s calculation before the initial 200 day supply ran out. It meant that they needed new sites to mine coal from in the next couple of months. Mark also anticipated there being another tech that would allow them to have four MP collecting sites at once. They could always go back to mining the 3 coal mounds at their home base, but Mark was hoping to find a more plentiful source. They had found other sources with 4 or five mounds quite easily after all. However even they could not compete with the 7 or 8 mounds the underground outpost and garden sanctuary offered. The garden sanctuary was their only other settlement and was quickly becoming a second base. The unique location had been discovered months ago by the frogmen under their control. It had given them the flower unit branch, but also offered a large cavern with 7 coal mounds. The cavern had been a picturesque site with sunlight streaming through an opening on its roof allowing sunlight to spill down on the sanctuary. The sanctuary even offered a vitality bonus to units that dwelt within. After months of settlement, the cavern''s beauty was long gone. The goblins had built a shoddy barracks, crafting house and were currently building a wall to span the ground entrance. Mark had also moved the manna bellows, manna pumps, and the frogmen hatchery to the more centralized settlement. The settlement was manned by a division of goblins, but also was practically at capacity for the tadpole and pollywogs the hatchery could spawn. The frogmen units were not overly strong, but they were extremely effective in the water. Which was a good thing since the entrance to the cavern was on the edge of a swamp. They were too slow overland, but now that they were near capacity Mark was using them to map out the rivers that fed into the swamp from the north. It was possible that he could find a water route to Daniel Hale and Avery Kingston¡¯s dungeons. It was even possible some of the other rivers would lead down to the southeast for those two dungeons. Only Nick Holt¡¯s dungeon to the South of them was for sure not accessible by water since his dungeon was in a desert. Mark continued through the interface tabs. Other than the pharmacology projects they had completed the beast handler class. It fell under the mounted class which Mark had only unlocked the first level. Mark had pictured a calvary early on, but early in-game limits had kept him from realizing it appropriately. The beast handler would be a more effective means of managing the cockroach units versus riders. The ants were too slow and small to be effective. The top first tier spiders were the best option so far. Level 2 had only added the scorpion and the beast-humanoid cross unit arachne. The scorpion was strong but also slow, and the arachne¡¯s was aggressive even to friendlies. Not to mention the arachnes were actually considered a humanoid as far as upgrades went so a rider would not get any bonus anyways. There was only one additional option. The thrash bear they had chosen as a reward to get the bugbears. The thrash bear only had a 1.2 power rating so was not overly impressive. Mark had not really used the unit yet, but that would soon change with the beast handler class. A group of the bears could be managed effectively. The only issue was their low power rating, they would only be good to take on weaker enemies. Hopefully they would get more options once they unlocked the level 3 dungeon. The hardening essence project had been completed a couple days ago. For the last few days, Mark had spent much of his time figuring out uses for the project. Stone essence could now be used to strengthen weaker materials. It would not work on metal weapons or armor, but it could strengthen arrow shafts or other enchanted gear allowing lower quality materials to potentially hold higher level enchantments. They had been stuck at the good quality threshold for the most part. There had been only one exception. They occasionally found pockets of base essence that allowed them to get up to exceptional quality enchantments which had doubled the effects given by good quality enchantments, but there had been more than one occasion where wooden shafts had blown up in the inscriber¡¯s face. The basic wood material was pushed to its limit to hold the exceptional quality enchantments. Now with the hardening project complete Amelia had even been able to start getting exceptional quality enchantments without the base essence. When they found another batch of base essence, there was a chance she could even shoot for the masterwork or artifact quality levels. The application Mark was currently working on was strengthening a structure. He would have to wait till the wall was complete, but reinforcing them was on the docket. For now, he was working to strengthen the tower in which he now stood. During the last attack it had exploded far too easily. It only took a day to respawn, but the explosion had taken out the entire archery division which had caused the surface of their dungeon to fall far more easily. Mark was tackling this job, with the new basic manna embuing project that was on its final stages at 98%. Being able to store a large amount of energy would allow him to give the tower one more crucial defense. They had completed the energy shield enchantment project months ago, but it required too much energy to use it effectively. They had made a few shields that units could force their manna into the enchantment to use, but even mages would not be able to power an energy shield for long. Even if they could it would render the mages useless since they would run out of manna defending themselves in a matter of seconds. There were plenty of other projects in work, but Mark only gave them a precursor glance. There was the thunderstrike spell essence project which was nearly complete. It would give mages one more spell to use. Toxin embuing and the witch doctor specialized class both sounded interesting, but they were a little further out. Mark skipped over the unit upgrade tab since it did not change that often and he practically had them memorized. They had a handful of class upgrades up to level 4. Beast bloodline was up to level 4, and most of the germination paths were level 2 or level 3. Mark glanced back at the home screen. He sighed still an hour to go. Chapter 59: Day 205 ¡°So, how is Avery¡­?¡± Mark asked, trying to engage the only other person he got to talk to these days. ¡°Oh, same same, she is just dealing with Derrick, he wiped out one of her outposts with a gargoyle army, and she did the same with her treants to one of his. He¡¯s a bad match up for her, especially when he brings out the level 2 gargoyles. The only good counter she has are her treants, and they can¡¯t be everywhere at once. Because of having to constantly deal with each other she keeps having to dip into her savings for level 3,¡± Amelia sighed for her friend''s plight. ¡°You know, you guys probably shouldn¡¯t be getting that far into details with each other, right?¡± Mark posed. Amelia mouthed the word ¡®okay,¡¯ and rolled her eyes. ¡°There is a saying from my world, ¡®loose lips sink ships.¡¯ Means giving too much information through casual conversation and other things¡­¡± Amelia once again mouthed the words ¡®O my god.¡¯ Her eyes once again took on the distant look as she went back to messaging Avery. It was not the first time they had had this conversation. Before he had gotten answers like ¡®I¡¯m being careful¡¯ or ¡®we are learning just as much about her and her dungeon. Get off my case.¡¯ ¡°Surprised, you haven¡¯t tried chatting up our good neighbor in the swamp?¡± Mark asked questionably. I think other than Avery she is the only other female contender still in the battle. ¡°Oh, I sent out a feeler several weeks ago, but she is way too boring¡­¡± Amelia remarked casually. Mark gave her a fake smile. He was restricted from the chats, so he had no idea what the girl was up to. She had tried to chat up their nearest neighbor¡­? Avery was one thing, she was on the other side of the map. Gale on the other hand could have an army on their doorstep by the end of the day. Hopefully she had not told her anything useful. ¡°I didn¡¯t tell her anything. I tried to get things started with her, but she is far too adult like you know what I mean. She seems like she would be zero fun, sure you two would get along alright though,¡± Amelia purposely glanced Mark up and down. Was she saying he wasn¡¯t fun to be around¡­? ¡°Anyway, who else are you talking to?¡± Mark said after a minute. ¡°Uh, no one really. Daniel Hale seems like he would be alright. Nick Holt is a spoiled rich kid. Obviously not going to talk to Derrick, and we don¡¯t have access to the other two yet. Not that I would want to talk to either of them. Avery says that they both suck.¡± Mark nodded along. As much as he did not like her giving out their information, Avery had been a great source of intel. They knew specifics about several of the other dungeons thanks to her. Derrick Blackwell, the other dungeon in the Northeast, was supposedly the last construct dungeon on the map. After dealing with Mareth for so long, he could sympathize with how hard dealing with a construct army could be. Assuming Derrick got taken out, there would only be two undead dungeons, two other humanoid dungeons, Daniel Hale¡¯s beast dungeon, and Avery¡¯s plant dungeon left for them to contend with. Avery had fed specifics on them all. Of course the information had been a two way street. Avery knew more about their dungeon than he would care for her too, and she had gotten a full scoop on Gale. Amelia and him were kept almost constantly apprised of what went on with Gale, thanks to the harpies to the north. They would not venture far enough to give info on the other dungeons, but they got daily reports on Gale. They would also likely be made aware of any armies headed this way. Avery was soon re embroiled in her interface. Mark could only shake his head. She was getting almost as bad as a teenage girl with a cell phone. Luckily she would still set aside a good portion of time to craft every day, but Mark was starting to wonder if that was just so that she had something to brag about. Avery Kingston would undoubtedly have a good idea on their capabilities if and when the two of them were required to face off against each other. Mark only hoped that Amelia had just as good idea of their opponent¡¯s capabilities. Mark sat around just relaxing and snacking as they waited. The settlement came alive. The goblins started ferrying stones to the wall and construction resumed. A half hour later the gnomes had joined the effort. More deposits of metal were brought to the front of the mine. It was kept in a front room of the mine to protect from the elements. Only a little was brought outside to the forge each day, but the piles of various types of metals were getting bigger by the day. Soon Mark would need to expand the forge if he wanted to keep up with the volumes of raw ore that were piling up. It would likely be more of a concern for when they were able to increase their metal working capabilities. A harpy landed near the animal pens. Minutes later the harpy departed, a squawking hen clutched by one of her taloned feet. It was probably a morning report on Gale. Probably nothing really of note, but a chicken was a small price to pay to keep the information channels open. They now continually made an effort to pass by the dungeon throughout the day and hopefully immediately notice when something of note actually occurred. The goblins were not too pleased with the exchange, but as long as their moral was kept in the content range, he could not care how they felt about things. Low morale could cause units to disband and abandon their posts. It really would only happen if the units were not well taken care of. The occasional ale or meat, however small, supplemented the foraging and meager rations he actually paid to keep them going. Mark perked up when his most recent check on the interface showed that it would only be a couple more minutes. He waved to grab Amelia¡¯s attention. She practically skipped over to join him. ¡°Avery was about to get her daily massage anyways,¡± Amelia remarked plopping down by him. ¡°I¡¯m so jealous. Her assistant Mckayla does massages, acupuncture, aromatherapy you name it. The girl is literally living her best life over there. Meanwhile I¡­ should have added a couple more stipulations before I summoned my champion. She said the last part under her breath. Mark still caught it. When summoning her champion, Amelia had been able to put in a sort of wish list and the interface did its best to pick a good candidate with those traits. What she had said to get him¡­ He had no idea, but apparently she now wished she had added a few things. More often then not it seemed she wanted qualities that would make her life more pleasant than having to do with actual strategy. Mark sighed pulling up his interface as big as he could in front of them. He shared it so that Amelia and him could go through the changes together. Seconds after their MP total hit 1 million, Mark clicked the button to upgrade their dungeon to level 3. Nothing changed, except the information on their screens. [Notice: Dungeon has been upgraded to level 3. New features are available.] There were not too many changes on the home page. Three hashes now delineated them as a level three dungeon. The upgrade tab changed to dungeon level 4, and now had a 3 million MP cost. Their daily DP had been increased from 4 to 6, and RP had been increased from 5 to 8. The 2 and 3 point jumps alone would be a significant boost to their dungeon progression. Things were getting far more expensive, so the extra DP and RP would cut costs for upgrades significantly. If you come across this story on Amazon, be aware that it has been stolen from Royal Road. Please report it. However, Mark did not focus on the increase for long. Both he and Amelia were far more eager to see the other benefits level 3 brought, Mark cycled to the tech tab. Level 3 only had six technologies.
Tier 3 Research Cost to Unlock
Magic Energy Production III 1,000,000 MP
Dungeon Features III 1,000,000 MP
Advanced Metallurgy 1,500,000 MP
Higher level Learning 1,500,000 MP
Gun Powder 2,000,000 MP
Settlements III 2,000,000 MP
Only two of the techs were a real surprise. Higher learning? What could that offer? But the real eye opener was the black powder. Was the tech really offering gunpowder? Were they going to potentially have guns? Mark tried to dismiss the idea. If there were guns they would likely be only at the level of muskets. Long reload times and other issues to maintain the game balance. But then the brimstone essence they had access to came to mind. Mark did not really know how to make gunpowder, but he at least knew that sulfur was one of the key components. His jaw dropped at the idea. ¡°What?¡± Amelia questioned. ¡°Nothing,¡± Mark replied, moving on. There was no reason to get her all excited. It was a faint possibility, and likely quite a bit further in the future. At the very least they would have to get magic production and settlement III first since they would increase the daily production. With the high costs of each of them, getting any one of the techs would take another month. Mark moved on shifting to the units page. It was what Amelia and him were most excited to see. Mark has spent the last month praying for at least one level 3 unit. The goblin branch had tapped out at level 1, although there had been a combination humanoid-creepy crawly option. However both Amelia and him held out hope for their other two branches. They had gambled a bit moving onto level 3 without snagging a new level 2 branch. Trolls or giants would be a great addition, but Mark was also hesitant to fall behind Gale by another two weeks. She was already a month and a half ahead. Mark let out a sigh of relief when he saw that there were four new units. There were two new creepy crawlers and two plant combinations. Of course Mark¡¯s attention immediately went to the creepy crawler options. The first was the Black funnel web spider which was the weaker of the two from the branch with a power rating of 3.2. It had a cost of 85,000 to unlock. The second more powerful unit was the carnivorous centipede and had a power rating of 3.8. It cost 132,000 MP to unlock. It was by far the most powerful of their new unit options. The last two units were two different versions of the same combination unit. A Knotted spore spider with a power level of 3.0, and gnarled wood goblin. They both cost 70,000 MP to unlock. Interestingly enough the combinations came with a prompt. [Topiary combination: Every dungeon that opened a branch from the plant tree and a branch from any other tree will get a topiary combination unit reflecting the standard for that branch. Units will follow the unit upgrade path for the other branch. You have unlocked two other types of branches, so will get a topiary combination for both branches.] ¡°Someone has a weird hobby,¡± Amelia remarked. Mark nodded in agreement. He was happy to get two more units, but Topiary, which Mark could only assume was the art where people shaped hedges into the shape of an animal or an object, was a weird inclusion into the battle. ¡°Oooooooo, I wonder if Avery will get one,¡± Amelia exclaimed her mind already having moved on. Her eyes glazed over. She was likely informing Avery right away. Mark¡¯s hand went up reflexively to stop her. Then he thought over it. The myconids were already a sort of cross branch between plants and humanoids, but they did fall under the humanoid category. It was very likely that Avery would get one as well. Mark chuckled at the thought that the resulting combination figure would basically be doubling down on the plant aspect. Then the thrash bear came to mind. ¡°Damn,¡± it was a shame the combinations had been extended to branches. A wooden bear would have been nice to get, however it was just a stray thought. Overall he was quite pleased with the four options that they had. The centipede alone was going to be a real powerhouse. With only the level 4 beastline upgrade they currently had, they could build a giant centipede with a power rating of 5.3. If they unlocked the fifth bloodline it would jump up to 5.7. He could just picture a swirling army of legged centipedes crawling through someone¡¯s dungeon. Then it occurred to him. Mark checked the units they currently had. The capacity of each unit had been extended. The level 1 units all now had a capacity of 750. They would literally be able to summon 3,000 green goblins alone. The level 2 unit capacities were now at 250. Going off of that, Mark could only conclude that the level 3 units would have a capacity of only 100. It meant he would only be able to build 26 of the centipedes and around 30 of the weaker level 3¡¯s. It was a bit disappointing, but since Gale had like four new different varieties of giants and several level 3 types of trolls they were probably better off for having the balance the battle creators had imposed. Mark also noticed that there were no new unit humanoid branches. They would not be able to unlock any additional level 3 units. He had held out some hope that there would be a new level 3 branch, but he supposed he should have known better. He could not imagine humanoid unit types that would surpass giants or trolls. Mark¡¯s musings were interrupted by Amelia exclaiming, ¡°On no.¡± Mark shifted his eyes to the girl. ¡°Oh, its not too big of a deal. Avery said that apparently Daniel Hale has the tree branch opened as well, so he should get one of those topiary combinations,¡± she explained. Mark frowned at the news. Daniel Hale getting a level 3 topiary combination was not to bad in and of itself. The fact that he had the tree branch was far worse. It would likely mitigate some of the disadvantages of having mainly beast units. Mark had always wondered what an all beast dungeon would look like, but now it appeared they would never know. Their own creepy crawly units were not the easiest to control for precise instructions. They only excelled through use of brute force. Not to mention he likely had multiple beast branches open. Would he get a topiary for each¡­? Mark supposed it did not matter. It was what it was. Except for when their scouts Lewis and Clark had been ambushed by some of the dungeon¡¯s beasts, they had not had any interactions with the beast dungeon. There were closer alligators to the boat as far as he was concerned. Gale was a close nestled threat, but she had not made any moves. More worrisome was the undead threat from the number one contender from the South. Mr. Holt already had made a settlement at the halfway point between his dungeon and theirs. A volcano that evidently gave out some sort of fire essence. On top of that there were six mounds of coal making it a great resource base. Unfortunately, the number one had already snagged it. Mark could not help but have a bit of a suspicious feeling when he thought about it. Mareth had showcased some sort of fire type essence. The fact that the rock golems looked like they were filled with molten lava, made Mark think that they had found the likely source of the essence. Except now it was owned by someone far more dangerous. Mark scanned through the other tabs. He did not see anything new. Apparently when the upgrade notice had said new features were available it had not been so literal, or perhaps the new units and techs were considered additional features. Or maybe it was pointing back at the chat feature which had been made available to everyone whenever the first person had reached the threshold. Mark only had one thing to do before he swiped the interface away. He allotted their research points to unlock one of their cheaper level 3 unit options. It would take a couple weeks, but it was not as if he would be able to spend MP for the next month and a half. It would take another 40ish days before they had enough MP to unlock Magical energy production III. Increasing their daily production was the obvious first step. The next month and a half would be similar to the last month. They would add to their ever growing stockpile of enchantments, potions, and pills. Many of the other dungeons were likely doing the exact same thing, meaning in another 2 or 3 months every dungeon would have a lot of resources to burn through. When the blows did come, they would hit far harder than anything they had seen before. Chapter 60: Day 212 The next major event took place only a few days after they made the move to level 3. [Notice: Contenders cannot control another dungeon like a puppeteer patch. Dungeons cannot hold other dungeons core¡¯s hostage.] It was only the third patch of the battle. The first that had not been directed at them. Of course moments after the patch notice, there was a second notice. [Notice: Contender, Avench Guiseppe, has been eliminated by another contender. Contender has been given a unique reward. Contenders remaining 7/35] Leonard Boulevic, from the Republic of Neurim, became the sole dungeon remaining in the Southeast, and now only 20% of the original contenders remained. Apparently the guy had conquered the dungeon, but instead of destroying the core he had decided to try and force the dungeon to become subservient or the core would be destroyed. It was a devious and good idea. Units could come up from the lowest floor, but could not be summoned to the core room directly. Without the patch, Leonard would have been able to coerce compliance. Of course the other contender would be dealt with eventually anyways, but many would be willing to play along for no other reason than to live a bit longer. Mark could only be thankful the tactic had not been allowed. The number 2 already had every advantage. If it was a lesser loophole, the battle managers might have allowed it, since Leonard was a contender from a major power. It would have tipped the scales too heavily. One dungeon doubling up on production would be almost impossible to deal with. The other major factions with a horse still in the race would never let such a thing pass. The only good news over the developments over the last few months was that it was highly likely that neither of the top two contenders had been able to save enough MP to level up their dungeons since their resources had been moving towards conquering the other dungeons in their region. However, at best it only put the two a bit behind. It also meant that they had both collected a handful of unique rewards. However it also meant that now, the two had nothing standing in their way. Mark dismissed the notices. Whether they were level 3 or not, it did not change the fact that Mark needed to eek out every advantage that he could. Despite having to save up as much MP as possible there was plenty for them to do. He redoubled his focus on his brewing. He was making the first enlightenment pills. Like the rest, the process would last for around two hours, and much of the time he just had to stand by till a more complex part of the process occurred. After hundreds of rock skin pills he had become quite proficient in pill creation. The new enlightenment pill and soldier pill had differences from the rock skin pill, but without a essence as one of the ingredients they were actually easier. It was like he had been thrown into the deep end in order to learn to swim, now the shallow water would not offer much of a problem. His first soldier pill had even been of average quality. It had only taken a handful to perfect the process where he could get a good quality every time. The higher qualities were still beyond him. The higher quality levels required rarer ingredients. Mark had attempted a couple of times, but the process had been more difficult so he had winded up with a lower quality anyways. Higher level pill and potion making processes were just too intensive. Hopefully, the enlightenment pill would change that. It was a bit odd spending time to make one pill, only to turn around and use it to make a better version of another. Even funnier was that he would have to use a lower level enlightenment pill to make a higher enlightenment level pill. The amount of pills and potions he could make would decrease, but hopefully the payoffs would be well worth it. It was not like they had battles everyday. Exceptional or higher quality levels might make all the difference. Truth was they already had quite a large stockpile of lower quality enchantments, pills, and potions since they had not had a battle for nearly two months. Mark was able to make at least 4 or 5 a day, and that was on top of working on other projects. The manna consumption for pill refining was negligible compared to inscribing enchantments. He could literally keep it going as long as was physically able to. However, Mark had several other major projects he was overseeing. The first came after finishing their latest tech, intricate design. Now they could make sets of armor. Before they had been prevented from using the same enchantment on different pieces of armor for one individual unit. Now they could. Of course Mark had started with the defensive enchantment over every piece of armor. Their dungeon currently was limited on what metalwork they were able to perform. It was not like they were using pure iron, which would have been a relatively soft material. They could just not work metal to the point where they could make steel or bronze. The techniques were hidden behind the advanced metallurgy tech. Once they were able to make steel, their weapons and armor would be lighter and more effective. Currently, only the stronger units were able to wear a full set of iron plate armor. Even the chain mail that had become possible after intricate design was on the heavier and weaker side. It all meant getting the advanced metallurgy tech was a priority, but then again so was everything else. Still the results of the new sets of armor could not be looked down upon. Before they had been able to add about 3 to 4 to a unit''s defensive stat with the plate breast and back plate with a good quality enchantment, but that was a little deceptive. While enchantments did affect the unit overall, they were strongest on the parts they were actually covering. It meant well placed shots could hit a more vulnerable area. The new full plate not only gave a greater combined defensive bonus, but also covered most of the body allowing far fewer vulnerable spots. Henry had been the first equipped. A full set of heavy plate with good enchantments had increased the bugbear general¡¯s defensive stat by 8. It brought his defense up to 11, but that had not been the end of the ensemble. Mark had made use of one of their new enchantments as well on the undershirt equipment slot units were allowed. Mark made a design for a leather undershirt for Henry. The leather would not only better insulate the bugbear from the rough, heavy armor, the fire resistance would also aid in protecting him from one of the most prominent damage types, fire. Mark was more than happy with the result. With a good quality rock skin pill, he would be able to get Henry¡¯s defense all the way up to a 15. The fact that the general had more stamina, skills, and stats meant the heavy armor would not slow the general by much. The general did not only look like an iron encased juggernaut, he would effectively be one. The other bugbears were only able to manage a lesser portion of the heavier armor. Chain mail was supplemented in many of the areas, and even then the units would tire faster and move noticeably slower. The defensive bonus could only get up to 6 before the adverse effects were not worth the extra defense, and that was for the higher rank bugbears. The base bugbear could only get to 5. Still Mark would also be able to outfit other units like arachne, scorpions, and eventually the level 3 units. The second major project was manna imbuing. The project had an unexpected extra step, Mark had not anticipated. There were several important qualities for the imbued items. Most important was what material was used. Anything could be used, but gems far surpassed anything else. There was little point using something else when gems were available since gems could hold far more manna for their size. The amount of manna a material could hold was the first important factor. The second factor was the flow the material would allow per a second. Gems were better in all regards. The flowrate and the amount of manna could still vary depending on the type of gem used. However, a larger size was always better for the same type of gem. However, both factors were also affected by the gems purity as well. There was one more thing to consider. Certain gems would be able to hold different types of energy more effectively. The example the encyclopedia had given was a ruby being more effective at holding fire types of energy. Of course they only had the basic manna embuement right now, so it was not a factor. Mark loved to nerd over things like this, but even he was glad that the interface simplified everything by assigning ranks to the factors. Mark did not have to actually worry about the material type or its clarity, he could go based on the material¡¯s rank in manna or flow rate potential. Unauthorized content usage: if you discover this narrative on Amazon, report the violation. Mark had evaluated quite a few different substances. For the non gem materials, a piece of quarts rock had given the best values for both manna quantity and flowrate, and Mark had not seen it even get above a 0.3. A regular rock or a piece of wood did not even give a fraction of that. However, even the worst of the gems gave at least a 3 in both categories. However many of them had values into the low double digits. Where the material type did come into play was due to the unexpected snag that he should have anticipated. Raw gems could of course be used for embuement, but if they were cut and polished they would be far more effective. The end result would of course follow the same quality types as everything else. The downside was that he needed at least a below average end result for a gem. A poor quality cut could at best degrade the effectiveness of the gem, but it also had a good chance to do something unexpected when manna was put in or during use. Different uses and different gems would do better with different cuts. Suddenly the stockpile of raw gems they had stockpiled did not seem like it would be enough. It would also be difficult and resource costly to get a goblin up to speed on cutting gems. Instead, Mark had elected to just commission them all from the gnomes. It had taken the industrious gnome craftsmen only a matter of a week to get gems up to the good quality level, and a couple of those days had been expended as the gnomes built more suitable tools to undertake the endeavor. So far Mark had only implemented the embued gems on the top level of the tower. It took seven good quality gems to form the energy shield to protect the first level. The amount of gems that could be used was of course based on their quality as well as other things. Seven seemed to be the limit for good quality gems working on one enchantment. Of course that was with how spread out the tower was. They could not use more than one with say a single unit piece of armor. Their outer wall on the other hand might be able to have a hundred or more working together. It meant Mark could not put a bunch of gems on one unit, or on units working together in close proximity. Just like enchantments they would interfere with each other. Of course their crafting house decreased interference, so other dungeons would be even more restricted at the various quality levels. The gems would recharge by ambient manna in the environment, but they could also be charged from units imputing manna into them. Although it would take a dozen mages draining their manna to fill one gem. The result was a translucent bubble. Mark had mages blast it with lances and fireballs. There was little concern whether the experiment ended with the tower getting damaged, since even if it was destroyed it would respawn in 24 hours. The shield prevented all incoming magical attacks including enchanted arrows. However, Mark noted that unenchanted arrows would pass right on through. The shield also would not prevent a unit from passing through unless they were wearing enchanted armor. The bright side was that outgoing attacks would not be affected. Mark also noted how long it took for the energy shield to be depleted. The energy would deplete over time just by being used. Magic attacks would deplete it far faster. Enchanted items hardly depleted it at all. Enchanted items whose function occurred prior to hitting the shield such as the duplicate arrows were not blocked. A regular fire arrow would similarly pass through. Only things of magic would be stopped. Yesterday, had been a rough day on their dungeon magi. They had refilled the gems over and over, but Mark was glad he had taken the time to test every aspect he could think of. For one, their archers exclusively carried enchanted arrows that would not be able to pass through such a shield. If they came across an opponent using energy shields, it would prevent them from utilizing their dungeon¡¯s greatest strengths. Second, he was more aware of the limits of imbued items. Mark expected that embuing would be one of the focuses in almost every dungeon. The final project that Mark had underway involved their resident mad scientist and also intricate design. Every three or four days or so, Ezekial made some new small implement. The items would have various functions. Mark could see the use in all of them. Problem was that they were small scale, and the inventor never made the same item more than once, so they were one off minor advantages. While it might make a difference for a unit or group of units, even burning through a dozen of the creations would not make too big of a difference in a large scale battle. That is where the tech intricate design came in. Crafters could literally create new items and make templates that could be used to mass produce the creations. The goblins were not overly creative, but there was nothing preventing the gnomes and them from disassembling Ezekial¡¯s creations and hopefully creating a template. Mark had almost scrapped the idea as item after item were themselves scraped in the process with nothing to show. An electric disintegrating ray among others never got their time in the spotlight. How effective they would have been would never be known. Even Ezekial did not seem to know how effective his creations would be. He just gave each a simple description of what he thought it would do. However, the inventor was definitely capable; his wooden battle puppet was proof of that. It was when the eighth item was disassembled that the gnomes working the project finally had their first success. Most of Ezekial¡¯s creations used one type of essence or another, usually it was lightning. The eighth item, the golem ball so named by Mark, just happened to use two different types. The stone and lightning essence would pull some golem humanoids from the surface the ball landed on. From dirt they would create a handful of dirt golems. On stone it would create a stone golem. The template had first been reproduced at the poor quality level, but it had only taken a couple of days for the gnomes to move the quality up to below average. Future quality levels would hopefully follow. At poor quality the golem ball could summon around a 1.5 power rating worth of golems. For dirt golems, they got 3 or 4, each with a power rating or around 0.4. However if the ball was formed on stone, it might only get a single 1.0 power rating stone golem. The poor quality golem balls might not have been worth the essence expenditure, but the below average version had doubled the power rating of units that could be created. It would then summon around six earthen golems, with a power rating of 0.5. The stone golem would give 2 golems at around 1.5 power rating each. The possibilities of stronger versions of the item were too good to give up. Mark half expected for there to be another patch, but apparently the expenditure of precious resources was balance enough. Mark could see a point of time, where hundreds of such balls could be used at once to build an entire golem army. It offered opportunities for surprised attacks on other dungeons as well as stretching the adventure party unit cap a bit. The first idea seemed to have been accepted by the battle managers, however he had a feeling the second might bring about another patch. They might only be able to utilize that idea once. Luckily, the patches never seemed to deal with the benefits already gained by utilizing exploitative methods, so as long as he hid the thought before its actual use it might give them a real edge. The golem ball was still the only item to have been successfully duplicated. A half dozen other items had since been wasted. Mark wished he could get the eccentric inventor to make templates himself, but that would definitely be a balance breaker. The new use for the electric essence drastically increased the need for the resource. It would set them back a couple days in getting Magic energy production III, but Mark knew it would be worth it. The mining division was brought to regiment size of a thousand units for a bit over 40,000 MP. Tripling the amount of miners would hopefully triple the amount of electric essence and other resources gathered from the mine. Mark expected it might, well at least for a little bit, but as the mine became more developed units would have to travel farther and farther in the tunnels already dug. Mark was waiting on steel and probably the level 2 siege engine tech to build rail lines and carts that could remove ore or loose rock far quicker. Until then a greater work force would have to do. It was in that moment of thought, when Amelia opened the door. ¡°Are you able to chat for just a minute?¡± she asked. ¡°Yeah, I have a bit before the process becomes more intensive. What¡¯s up?¡± The girl smiled. ¡°Avery made us offer¡­¡± Mark listened intently to the proposed plan. He told Amelia, he would have to think on it after she was finished. The girl immediately after. Mark tried to shift his focus back to his first enlightenment pill, but he nearly failed entirely. The result was a poor quality pill. Mark examined it. It would increase brain function and processing speed by 8% for up to 41 minutes. It did not sound like much, but even this poor quality pill could mean the difference of a quality level for another enchantment or pill. Still a better quality enhancement pill would make it near a sure thing. Mark wanted to refine another pill, but he knew despite his ability to compartmentalize things that the result likely would not end up much better. Instead, he secured the poor quality pill and made his way for the door. He would need more details from Avery, that Amelia had not thought to ask. The details were not for him to decide on whether to accept the proposal. Mark had already made that decision. After all, another unique reward was quite a tantalizing prize. Chapter 61: Day 215 Mark watched as their forces closed on the translucent portal. From just a glance, some eyes might easily skip right over the alternate dungeon entrance, but up close or for those looking for it, the portal was easily recognizable. The view from behind it was distorted. It was like looking over pavement on a hot day, except several degrees more intense. The fact that the phenomena was localized on a perfect 20 foot diameter circle made it stand out all the more. This alternate entrance led into Derrick Blackwell¡¯s dungeon. Three days ago, Avery had made an enticing offer. Tired of her advancement being held up by the other nearby dungeon, Avery proposed for them both to storm his dungeon with adventuring parties. The enticing part was that Avery would be sending five teams in first, allowing them the opportunity to complete the job and earn the unique reward conquering a dungeon would offer. By far Avery would be getting the better part of the deal since it would be relieving her of an annoying thorn in her side. She would be able to progress her dungeon far less encumbered. Mark would definitely not have been on board if the attack meant just wiping out another contender and helping another dungeon out. However, getting another unique reward for the small price of only a couple days worth of production was worthwhile. It was also true that it was hardly worth considering what aiding Avery would mean for them in the long run. It was far more likely that they got wiped out by one of the other closer threats, far before they would have to contend with her. Another unique reward would certainly make a difference. A couple day delay to unlocking magic energy production III was a small price. Mark had Henry align the first adventuring team closer near the entrance. They still had some time before it would be their turn to assault the dungeon, but they needed to be ready. Mark had tried to send a green goblin through, only to have the unit blocked. It was expected. Only one adventuring party could attack a dungeon at a time. Still he had thought it was worth the attempt. A visual ¡®under attack¡¯ appeared in the middle of the portal. It did not disappear. The dust formed words seemed to hang in the air presumptively until the last of Avery¡¯s forces were wiped out. They would have to wait. Meanwhile Amelia was getting a play by play from Avery Kingston on her own adventuring parties progress. Her fifth team was currently fighting the defenders on Derrick¡¯s fifth floor. While Mark had quickly agreed to joining forces with Avery for the attack, he had of course had Amelia ask dozens of questions to get as much information as possible for their upcoming assault. Dungeon wise, Avery had only information up to the end of his fourth floor. An adventure party assault had already been something she had attempted months ago. However, she was currently feeding them information on the fifth floor as well. Unit wise, Derrick had at least three branches as far as Avery could tell. The first two, Mark and Amelia were already intimately familiar with. Mareth had attacked them with the golem and scarecrow branches since the first month of the battle. The third was Derrick¡¯s level 2 branch gargoyles. The other construct dungeon they had dealt with had taken the level 2 guardian branch. They had been extremely powerful, so Mark expected for the gargoyles to offer something similar. As far as the pseudo fourth unit types Avery had seen Derrick put to use, Avery was fairly certain they did not come from having unlocked another branch. For one, he had not displayed many of them. Second, every single one of them was different. They were categorized as amalgamation constructs. Construct creatures, made from an assortment of different materials, from trees and rocks to parts off of corpses. Amelia announced that Avery¡¯s fifth adventuring group had just finished with the fifth floor defenders. Now they only had to contend with the floor¡¯s guardian which was one such amalgamation construct. She described a stone and wood giant wearing a scarf of wiggling tentacles. It had a power rating of 5.1. While she was certain that her fifth adventuring party would prevail, they had already taken heavy casualties. At best she would only be able to give them an idea about what the sixth floor had to offer and take out some of the weaker units. It was not as far as they had anticipated. Avery thought it was likely that Derrick would have at least seven floors. She had been hoping to take down the first six, leaving the last floor or two for them. However, taking the fifth floor had been exceedingly costly. The third adventuring party had made it onto the fifth floor at three quarters of its strength, but the floor had wiped it out easily along with the stronger follow on fourth party. It was likely that the higher floors would be even more difficult. Amelia¡¯s play by play reports were starting to sound more frantic, and she was interspersing plenty of doubts amidst the updates. It was clear that Amelia was beginning to question on whether they would be able to finish the job if Derrick had more than another level or two after the sixth. However, Mark¡¯s concern was not at near the same level. In truth, from what he could gather Avery had a lot of difficulty dealing with the more powerful constructs when facing them in equal numbers. It was not to diminish that Avery was not powerful, she would be an extremely deadly adversary from what Amelia had passed on to him. She just did not have a lot of units that had enough raw power to crush higher level constructs. It was not a problem that Mark felt that they shared with her now. Not now that they were able to summon a hundred rock crushing bugbears. They had other units like the scorpion that would be able to deal with high level constructs as well, but they were too slow. Mark had decided to just go with bugbear mages and the war hammer class. Mark had contemplated snagging the fifth level of the warrior class for a 100,000 MP. Another 15% boost would be welcome, however it would set obtaining magic production III for even longer. The level 4 mages and war hammer bugbears would just have to be enough. ¡°Her forces have reached the final chamber on the sixth floor¡­.¡± Amelia delayed as she read the next message. ¡°There are 24 gargoyle kings and bishops, power ratings just over 4. The guardian is a crab amalgamation, power rating¡­ of 6.2.¡± Amelia announced the last power rating glumly. If a 5.1 construct amalgamation had given Avery so much trouble, how much more would one with a 20% stronger power rating. Mark nodded. It was kind of a shame. The gargoyle kings and bishops would likely be the only units from the branch that they would see. The kings were the most powerful level 2 units the branch seemingly had to offer. The bishops on the other hand were more lanky, mage types with a slightly lower power rating. Both unit types sounded just like larger and more dangerous looking versions of those he had seen from gothic architecture. There was reportedly one major difference, the kings had bat-like wings and tails. The bishops on the other hand looked more like lizards, with ridges on their backs. The next thing Mark knew the dust words of ¡®under attack faded, the dust seemingly collapsing back to the earth. At the same time, came Amelia¡¯s final update on the battle. ¡°Avery took out five Gargoyle king¡¯s. The crab amalgamation and five bishops were left untouched.¡± The first adventuring team of bugbears started pouring into the portal. The party consisted of 18 from the war hammer class and two mages. They each only had a power rating of around 3.6 with the 25% adventuring unit bonus, but that did not take into account their gear. This first batch did not include units with sets of iron armor. They each only had metal breast and back plates that increased their defense. Instead they wore an assortment of other enchanted items. A necklace that increased their vitality. Bamboo vambraces that increased their strength. Bamboo grieves that increased their endurance, and boots that increased their agility. A leather undershirt would give them some resistance to fire damage. Mark had not been sure on how beneficial it would be against constructs, but since fireball was one of the standard mage spells he had included it. Round wooden shields hardened with stone essence would provide additional protection. All of the items were of good quality, so the boost would not be negligible. Mark would guess they were at least a 0.4 power rating stronger or so. Their first adventuring party assault started off extremely lackluster. The 20 unit adventuring party passed right through floor after floor. Avery had wiped out all of the lower floors. She had even recleared the 24 defenders that had respawned on the 1st and 2nd floors. The 3rd floor defenders had not yet respawned by the time the party made it to the end of the 3rd floor. That likely would not be the case for the next adventuring party or the party after it. If all went well, they would only have to re-clear the 24 defenders from both the 3rd and 4th floors. It was the fourth floor, on which the first spawner had reappeared. There had been another on the fifth floor, but the respawn criteria on them were not clear. Regardless, they would not be overly difficult to deal with. The adventuring party passed right through the fourth floor without a fight. The 20 undead from the spawner did challenge them on the fifth, but the bugbears breezed right through them. The elite most units were skeletal knights with a power rating of 3.1, but there were only two of them. Most of the rest did not even have a power rating of 2. If the bugbears took wounds from the fight, they were not serious enough for Mark to notice. Without mages, the bugbears smashed their way through them relatively uncontested. They would be just a minor annoyance that all of the successive adventuring parties would have to deal with. The first real clash came when five magic lances streaked out from the defenders. Timed perfectly to meet the upcoming group of adventurers, just entering the room. All five were caught on round wooden shields, carried by their prospective bugbears. The shields shattered and the bugbears who had carried them were blown back, some with their arm that carried the shield shredded. The rest of the bugbears just surged past. The injured bugbears took a moment to down a potion before they followed in the others'' wake. Half of the other wooden shields were cast aside as bugbears chose to wield their warhammers two handed instead carrying the defensive item. It was a bit of a waste, but Mark was not disappointed with the initial clash. For the first time, Mark saw units put the basic skill surge into practice. Each of the bugbears only had one skill. Mark had not sent any from this group through the gymnasium. Instead he had just bought each of them the Surge skill which boosted their strength and endurance. The boost would not last more than a minute, but their ability to kill enemy units quickly here was all that mattered. Several gargoyle kings went down in the initial clash, their bodies reduced to rubble even as they collapsed on the ground. Other¡¯s managed to cover and guard against the onslaught with their wings that enclosed to block the strikes. However, one strike sent cracks throughout the wing and a second crushed the wing. The crab-like amalgamation was the only thing that kept the construct line from wholly collapsing. The crab amalgamation was slightly bigger than an arachne, except its legs were longer and held its body twice as far above the ground. It looked just like a crab with four sets of legs and two pincer appendages. The crab caught two strikes with both of its pincers. It quickly retaliated at the two attackers. One bugbear jumped back in time, falling backwards nearly avoiding being caught. The genuine version of this novel can be found on another site. Support the author by reading it there. The other bugbear was caught in vice grip. The bugbear gave one long scream as its breast and backplate crushed in. The scream diminished as blood started spurting out of the mouth. Only three seconds after having been caught the bugbear was split in half. The crab amalgamation dropped it reaching for another. Both pincers could seemingly react independently, searching for new prey so it did not take long for one of them to find another. The second bugbear met the same end. But even as the crab amalgamation killed the two, the rest of the gargoyle king¡¯s crumbled around the floor guardian on both sides. The floor guardian would soon be a lonely island amongst a sea of enemies. Fire balls streaked from the bishops smashing into bugbears amidst the chaos. The fireballs caught on individuals or small clumps as they broke apart. A dozen bugbears screeched as the flames clung and licked at their skin, but the flames around them soon died out 3 seconds later. The still smoldering bugbears brought potions to their mouth, even as they rejoined the fight. The only lasting benefit of the attack was that several bugbears had been killed by the gargoyle kings they were engaged with at the time of the attack. The bishops had not bothered to care whether any of their comrades got caught in the blasts, but the flames also seemingly had no effect on the gargoyles, except making it easier for them to kill their adversaries. Bugbears consumed in flames, had lost battlefield awareness and fell to enemy blades. More than a couple were moving past the guardian toward the back However, the fireballs would be the last attack the bishops were able to make unchallenged. Several bugbears had emerged from the melee and flames and made it their purpose to take on the ranged combatants. Half a minute after the battle had started, twin lances streaked out from the bugbear mages. Each targeted one of the legs on the left sides. Seconds later the crab amalgamation could only shuffle precariously with only its 2nd and 4th legs remaining on its left side. Before that moment it had been able to quickly spin around the face the bugbears attacking from all sides. It had caused the battle to a sort of stand still as the bugbears hung back unable to move in attack and back out quickly enough without being caught. A half minute had been enough time to reduce half of the gargoyle kings to rubble, and the bishops who were currently engaged would not last much longer. Several more bugbears had been caught and snapped in twain after the first two, but now the guardians'' limited mobility emboldened them, the ones not still held down by the gargoyle kings started to attack the guardian¡¯s blind spots. Only one more bugbear shrieked as it got snapped up, but once the bugbears had finished off the gargoyle kings it was left with ten attackers smashing in from all sides with their hammers the crab amalgamation was quickly losing substance as pieces were smashed right off of its body. Once one of its pincers was smashed off, the guardian could hardly put up much more of a fight. It became too easy for the bugbears to attack from the unguarded side. Eleven bugbears, including the two mages were left standing. They quickly composed themselves, picked up their shields and continued onto the next floor. Only losing nine of their first adventuring party was a good start, but they had all burnt through their skill already. The degree of savagery they had just displayed would be diminished enough where gargoyle kings would not fall as easily. They would likely only be able to whittle down the weaker defenders, leaving the guardian and a few others for the next adventuring team. Amelia chuckled smugly as her eyes took on a distant look. She was likely bragging to Avery that they had taken down the rest of the six floor within the first couple of minutes of battle. Mark sighed. He would prefer it if she downplayed their strengths. Friend or not, Avery was someone they would potentially have to contend with at some point. Mark¡¯s assumption that the 11 would be able to significantly whittle down the defenders on the next floor turned out to be a bit of hubris on his part. Without the surge skill burning, they only held a slight advantage to the gargoyle kings. The war hammers were the right weapon against the constructs made out of stone, but the stone was still extremely durable. Without the extra boost of the surge skill, the bugbears were forced to continually beat on the same opponent, with cracks only slowly forming with each strike. The guardian on this floor was also more suited to dealing with the bugbears. A four bone armed earthen giant that clutched clubs in each of its hands. It was ideal for dealing with the bugbear threat. The power rating was weaker with only a 5.5, but it proved to be far more deadly against the adventurers. In addition, this floor had a spawner of eight orc magi with power ratings of 2.9. Only two gargoyle kings met their end in the assault. In reality the short skirmish had looked like a one sided slaughter. Mark only contemplated for a few seconds before sending a second team through the portal. Now that they were on the 7th floor, they would have to wait more than an hour for the second adventuring team to make it to the 7th floor. It would be plenty of time for Mark to chide himself on being stingy. Fact was he had only prepared three adventuring teams of bugbears. While he did have more optional goblin teams standing by. They likely would not amount to much, unless only a handful of units were leftover on the last floor. He had also elected not to buy any new additional upgrades, despite having plenty of MP. Hopefully, his frugality would not cause the attack to fail. They watched as the second wave proceeded on slightly slower than the first. This adventuring team had a complete set of armor. They still had the fire resistant undershirts and vitality necklaces, but they no longer had the boost to agility and were heavier. The second team actually had to fight respawned defenders on both the 1st, 3rd, and 4th floors. None of the bugbears died in the fights, but several had to use one of the two healing potions they each carried. A couple had even used portions of their surge skill despite having been told to try and save it for the seventh floor. The undead on the fifth floor was once again an easy victory. Another half hour and the units hit the final room to the 7th floor. Pretty much every floor of this dungeon had the exact same layout, ending in a singular large room. Derrick apparently was not overly creative, or just wanted to keep spaces wide open for his constructs to fight in. Lances blasted them at the doorway halting the onrushing attackers. However the shield bearers that withstood the onslaught did so far better than those that had been in the last team. After being knocked back momentarily they surged forward anew, although a few had one arm hanging limply. The addition of the surge skill made this clash go far better for their forces. The gargoyle kings once again could not withstand the force of the hammer wielding bugbears. Individual units were beaten back and down quickly. The four bone armed earthen giant amalgamation stepped forward to put a stop to the attackers as it had last attack, but this time the blows were met with hammers. The bugbears might be knocked back, but they were only battered and able to rejoin the fight. A small group of four bugbears steamrolled right through the defenders toward the magi, but of the four two got peeled off and stuck in the melee. The remaining two rushed toward the orc and gargoyle magi. Magic bolts glanced off them harmlessly. The magi had chosen to drop spells with longer cast time for the weaker quick option. They seemingly had no effect. The two bugbears smashed right through mage after mage until two lances formed and knocked them back. Unshielded, the two bugbears were both heavily wounded, but both remained standing. One took a second lance and went down, but the other threw back a potion and charged forward to finish the mage threat. During that time the other bugbears worked to deal with remaining gargoyle kings and the four armed guardians. While bugbears had survived the attack with the guardian, just as many had been crushed to death. Once their surge skill ran out a minute into the battle, their struggle became even more fierce. The one remaining bugbear had dealt with the mages, but he was in no shape to come to the aid of the five remaining bugbear warriors attacking the monstrosity from all sides. The two mages each sent their third lances into the guardian, but unlike the crab amalgamation this guardian did not have spindly appendages that could easily be blown off. The guardian had plenty of pockmarks from magic lances or from hammer strikes, but it was clear the remaining bugbears would not be enough to bring down such a sturdy foe. Hopefully, this was the last floor, but when had Mark been so lucky. As the remainder of the battle played out, Mark made his decision. ¡°Henry, pull out all of the stops for the last attack.¡± Mark ordered, in the midst of his description of what the guardian on the 7th floor would look like. He was hoping the battle managers were not paying attention to the golem balls that were getting passed to each of the bugbears. Henry was doing it discreetly, but it was not like the battle managers could not figure it out from other non-visual means. They were all in a created world afterall. Hopefully, it was an unnecessary preparation. Hopefully, after Henry killed the 7th floor guardian they would next see a core room, but Mark had to prepare this adventuring party like it would be the last. A goblin adventuring party could follow. They would likely have to fight through several floors worth of respawned defenders and a couple of respawners. It was definitely doable for the well equipped force, but they would most certainly take heavy casualties. If Henry could not lead the next team to victory, then their assault could very well end in failure. The four armed amalgamation stretched its arms up in victory as the last of the bugbears fell. The scene disappeared, even as Mark ordered the next team through. The decision to include Henry on a team had not been made lightly. Now that the unit had a power rating of 10.4 it would take him eleven weeks to respawn should he fall. However, Mark also could not pass up sending such a powerful unit on an attack with the stakes the way they were. He was the only unit who had all four skills. Nine of the others on the adventuring team had completed the three physical skills in the gymnasium. Mark had decided that there was little purpose in giving them the pull skill that increased wisdom and intelligence. The other nine who had gone through with Henry receiving all four skills had already become defenders for their 7th floor, so could not be used for this attack. A little over an hour later, Henry made it to the final floor with his team. The five orc magi had indeed respawned. Five lances struck true on the shields of the bugbears leading the charge. They were knocked back, even as Henry pushed right past him. His target was the floor guardian. Other bugbears would make their way around the fight to deal with the magi. Others would join Henry in the attack, but for the most part they were there to contain the floor guardian. Mark did not want to lose units on this floor if they could avoid it. Could Henry take on a giant more than twice his size. Mark was not for certain, but his power level was closer to doubling his opponents than not. The four arms struck in from both sides. One of Henry¡¯s bars began to drop as he turned on his dash skill. It was a slow trickle, but it was enough to increase the generals speed enough where he could dodge the guardian¡¯s attacks completely. When Henry brought his hammer down, rubble was sent flying from the creature¡¯s midsection. The biggest pockmark on the creature yet. Twice as big as any that had been created by the magic lances or other hammer strikes, but it would not be enough. Henry took a couple seconds to reset, even as he dodged more attacks from the clubs. His body weaved between the attacks as he turned back toward his opponent. One of the things that made these construct amalgamations so deadly was their ability to not be affected by damage they had or were currently taking. The counterstrikes aimed at the bugbear general would have caught up to a lesser bugbear. However, Henry was showing excellent battlefield awareness. Ten seconds later he was able to fight his way back through the guardian¡¯s guard and strike again. His hammer smashed into the same area, this time knocking out an entire section of the amalgamations midsection was just gone. The arms still swung after Henry, but it was clear that the guardian had lost some maneuverability. Then a third smash expanded the hole even further. Henry became comfortable enough to turn off his dash skill, conserving the 30% of the energy bar that was left. The two mages had already joined in on the attack as soon as their magic lance spells had charged, but once the guardian was sufficiently weakened the others joined in as well. One got batted away, much to Mark¡¯s dismay, but that was the only one. The one that had been smacked away, had a dented chest plate, but after a brief interim of another bugbear hammering it crudely back into place and both of his healing potions the bugbear was nearly as good as new. The time lost was not too big of a deal. Even if there was another floor and Henry could not lead this team to success. Mark doubted that they would be sending another adventure team through at this point. Another team would likely have to fight several floors of defenders and spawners. Mark and Amelia watched the moment of truth, but When Henry stepped through the portal they found themselves on another floor instead of in the core room. Chapter 62: Day 215 Henry led the adventuring team through the eighth floor. However when they got close to the end he halted the group and even sent a bugbear forward to scout out the upcoming final room. Like the previous seven floors, the eighth did not seem to hold any real surprises. No complicated floor structure, no traps, just a large contingent of troops awaiting in a final room. The contingent in the eighth floor was by far the biggest, including forces from at least three spawners. The 25 construct defenders occupied the center of the forces. Mark quickly sized them up, 18 gargoyle kings, 5 bishops, and this time 2 amalgamations. The first of the amalgamation constructs looked like an oversized gorilla. Two thick arms, whose forearms flared out into the shape of a shield, were held out before it, which would effectively shield the rest of the construct¡¯s body. Which includes a bunch of rocks and earth held together by tree roots. It turned out this unit was the guardian of the floor with a power rating of 7.1. The other construct amalgamation had the look of a hedgehog with a power rating of 5.1. A large round earthen body with wooden, rock, and bone spikes jutting out from its back. It¡¯s front legs were slightly more elongated than its hind legs exposing a large earthen rock encrusted chest that resembled a bejeweled look for Mark. Both creatures looked like they would be extremely difficult to take down. Flanking the constructs, was a squad of 9 orc warmongers. Bulky pig humanoids that were at least 7 feet tall. Their corded muscles were barely contained by their greenish skin, contorted far past the range that even a human body builder could ever hope to reach. Each had a power rating of 3.8 indicating that they were likely powerful level 2 units for the orc branch. They matched the bugbears, each wielding a massive two handed warhammer. Mirroring them on the other side was a cluster of plant type units. The weakest of which were the same level 1 roughwoods that Derrick had likely gotten courtesy of one of Avery¡¯s attacks on his dungeon. The roughwoods were actually the tallest of the plant types at 7 or 8 feet. Wooden armor plates covered their chest and shoulders. Having the roughwoods as a spawner, Mark knew them to be strong and difficult to kill, but they were also extremely slow. The second myconid type seemed to be a mage class since all four from this variety carried a staff. They were low level 2 units with only a power rating of 2.7 after some likely boosts. The four stood 5 feet tall and had white pale bark like skin that actually resembled a mushroom stem from this distance. Since their mushroom heads were a dark reddish brown and they were named Balefire, Mark had an idea on what to expect from the myconid mages. Mark was glad that all of the bugbears had a fire resistant undershirt as a part of their ensemble. The last type was a fungus branch unit. By looks it would have been the easiest to dismiss. If they did not each have a power level of 3.3. They were called Shrieker¡¯s. The diminutive units stood less than 4 feet tall. Their dark purple mushroom caps concealed everything from the chest up in shadow except for the illuminated yellow eyes. Their brown bark like arms ended in three pronged dagger like claws. ¡°What can you tell me about the shriekers?¡± Mark could only hope that Amelia had gleaned something about the small strikers. ¡°The Shriekers were the only level 2 unit Avery got for the fungus branch. Like any plant they can take root to recover health or stamina. However they differ from the rest, in that they specialize in melee fighting, and are fast when they aren¡¯t rooted¡­ Like really fast¡­¡± Amelia replied coolly. ¡°Great,¡± Mark muttered turning his attention back to the screen. In other words they were awkwardly short and fast opponents. They would be extremely difficult for the bugbears to counter, since the bugbears swung warhammers which were relatively slower than other weapons. Finally there were two dozen panther-like units, half on each side. The ¡®shadow cats¡¯ each had a power rating of 1.9. They were not overly powerful, but they would bring their own unique aspect to the upcoming fight. Mark¡¯s mind raced on what their best course of attack would be, as the scout debriefed Henry and the other bugbears. It was just his own speculation since Mark could not communicate with the bugbear leader despite being linked. Apparently sending a squad in as adventurers severed the communication link. However, Mark could not complain too much since they were able to get visuals on non linked units when they went into a dungeon. It was a tradeoff. They could always watch their adventurers regardless of link, but would not be able to feed them more information. ¡°How are they going to beat them?¡± Amelia asked worriedly. ¡°Just watch,¡± Mark replied. He would have loved to fill her in on everything, but since he anticipated that his actions would likely draw the battle managers into making another patch he couldn¡¯t. Once the die was cast in another minute, it would be too late for a patch to prevent the golem balls. Since there were over 80 powerful enemy units in the next room, they definitely needed the stone golems each average quality golem ball would summon. Each should summon 3 rock golems about 5 feet tall with a power rating of about 1.8. Mark had the gnome craftsmen work overtime on the project for the last few days. The payoff was the increase of an additional quality level. The downside was that Mark had discovered a restriction. Each unit could only cast one golem ball. There were some in battle summoning restrictions that were hit since units had to activate the balls with their manna prior to throwing. Units were prevented from summoning or resummoning over a short period of time. Even the spiritualists had a cool down associated before their spirits reconstituted. It was not too big of a deal. An additional 60 units, despite being on the weaker side, would even the odds with the opposing force they now faced. The only real worrisome opponents were the two construct amalgamations. Both looked like they would be difficult to take down. Henry could likely manage one like he had on the last floor, but this floor had two, and these two looked more difficult. The only thing that left Mark with some hope was that Henry had not had to go full tilt with the four arm amalgamation on the last floor. Henry concluded the quick huddle and the bugbears resumed their positions. Each awkwardly shouldered their war hammer with their shield arm, leaving their other hand free to throw. Each first threw back a rock skin pill to raise their defense by an additional 4 points for the next ten plus minutes. The battle would likely be decided before they wore off. Then with one loud shout the bugbears shouted as they stormed their way down the tunnel. Mark watched as the gargoyle bishop''s hands flared with magic. There was nothing hidden from the dungeon owner, so the mages spell cast times were near perfect. Only a few premature lances were sent streaking down into the tunnel. One struck Henry, who was leading the attack, head on. Of course an energy shield winked into place ahead of the general from his shield and caught it. Henry had a limited manna pool even after getting a boost to all of his stats with his new Relentless title, but he could still flare the energy shield for a handful of critical moments. Conversely the other bugbears with energy shield enchantments would likely only be able to manage it once, and even then it would only be for like half a second. The other lance that went down the tunnel blew its target back, the bugbear having failed to get the timing right. Henry entered the room first, just in time to receive a second lance. A moment later a third hit after that. Each time the shield winked into existence briefly to intercept and stop them. Henry¡¯s battlefield awareness was high enough to easily turn the shield on and off as required. His only limit was his manna pool. Other lances quickly followed, but targeted other bugbears. Only 1 of 4 successfully blocked the magic lance with their energy shield. The other three like the one prior were all blown back from the impact. Then came a torrent of velvet red flames from the four balefire fungus mages. All four attacks hit Henry first. Upon seeing the attacks, the bugbear leader had leapt in front of the rest to stem the flow.. A transparent shield formed like a ball around the general, and flames were sent crashing over it and to the sides like water crashing to all sides of an obstacle. The lines of fire halted the charge, despite only lasting a couple of seconds. Henry was revealed to be kneeling when the flames finally abated. He had blocked the attack, but was now in a severe manna deprived state. The stone was charred diagonally and back to both sides of him. The other bugbears were more or less unharmed. In seconds a dozen golem balls were launched forward. Some landed in between the two armies, but most went soaring past, a part of Henry¡¯s strategy to create a pincering force on the other side of their opponents. The balls exploded into white light that crackled like white lightning across the ground in a circle around where they had landed. Figures started to emerge from the stone, even as the surrounding stone started to seemingly be eaten away to account for the mass of the golems. The dungeon would soon hold 20 new shallow craters and 60 new rock golems. However it would take a good 10 seconds for the units to form. The bugbears charged surging to either side of their kneeling leader. Henry was struggling to get a mana potion from his waist. Keeping the energy shield energized had pushed him to his limit, making him groggy. The shadow cats, constructs, and shriekers surged forward to meet the charging bugbears. Only the 9 orc warmongers moved the opposite direction to deal with the stone golems forming behind their ranks. It was a great response by Derrick. The orcs with their warhammers could likely easily take on the 40 or so forming stone golems by themselves. After all their power rating was twice that of the golems, and their warhammers were well suited for the task, as Mark and Amelia well knew. Seeing the disparity the bugbears that had been blown back by the magic lances threw their golem balls to create more stone golems on their side of the fight. However, their golems would not join the fight till a while after it began. The shadow cats closed the distance first, with the shriekers only a few steps behind. However, only one of the bugbears got tackled backwards by one of the beasts, and that was only after he had bashed one in the side. Most of the bugbears had met a cat with a well timed swing. One hammer blow was plenty to crush in one side of the cats with only a 1.9 power rating. They might not be killed instantly, but the damage was enough to take them out of the fight. The shriekers on the other hand easily dodged between the hammer swings. Their dagger-like hands continually sought out gaps in their opponents armor as they passed right by. In two seconds the shriekers were dispersed through the entire bugbear force. Their attacks were not causing critical damage against the bugbears with their high defense, but a bunch of little wounds could accumulate. The bugbears all made additional swings at the difficult to hit enemies, but Mark had not seen any succeed. A couple more bugbears were born to the ground by the shadow cats. The bugbears could not contest one of the beasts by itself. In fact, Mark watched as the first bugbear that had been tackled grabbed both of the creature''s jaws before pulling them in opposite directions, killing the beast. However, some of the bugbears had several shadow cats working together pulling on a bugbear like a game of tug of war. The large cats were having a difficult time killing the bugbears, but keeping them occupied and inflicting small wounds was already a noteworthy contribution. The standing bugbears however had to turn their attention to the other forces incoming. The gargoyle kings slammed into the melee, pushing the bugbears back. The slow moving rough woods were only a few strides behind, as were the amalgamations. Although it appeared the amalgamations might actually hang back so as not to cause collateral damage on their own forces. After all by the looks of it, even to Mark who knew better, the bugbears were already getting overwhelmed and might soon fall by the droves. However, across the bugbear force a change started to happen. Bugbears'' speed increased all of a sudden. Several shreikers that had perfectly timed their approaches and exits into and out of a bugbears range suddenly found out they were not quite quick enough. One hammer strike bashed those that had been caught unaware by the nine bugbears that had the dash skill. The other bugbears who only had one skill started burning their fierce skill to easily crush the gargoyle kings once again. Then some of their wounds started to close. The nine bugbears had already had the soak skill before going through the gymnasium. The others also carried a soldier pill. The soldier pill wound did not heal anything, but once ingested blood loss through wounds would significantly be decreased among its other benefits. Then finally some of the rock golems started to join the attack, elevating the strain on the outnumbered bugbears. Henry was back on his feet a second later. He had recovered enough mana from the manna potion to function again. He even had enough to spare to launch the golem ball. A second later, he hefted his war hammer and charged forward. A second after that, he was in the thick of the melee. A shrieker was crushed into splinters, too slow to avoid the general¡¯s swing. Two shadow cats were the next target. Henry bashed the cats away freeing the bugbear they had been mauling back into the fight. Unauthorized content usage: if you discover this narrative on Amazon, report the violation. The next instant magic lances passed each other in flight. Flame''s blazed from the Balefire fungi mages, although two were almost immediately cut short by two bugbear magic lances. Lances and flames struck bugbears already embroiled in the fight. After the magic exchange, several bugbears were left dead, the first casualties from the adventuring party. A third followed soon after, as one bugbear had a gargoyle king sword glance up off his shoulder plate and decapitate him. A fourth and fifth bugbear fell within the next seconds due to accumulated wounds. However, the battle had otherwise gone in their favor. By the time of the next magic exchange, the shriekers and shadow cats had nearly been wiped out. Soon the last of the gargoyle kings would join them. The roughwood myconids had joined in, but all they had were their durability. It would only cost the bugbears time in wiping them out. The amalgamations still held back. The orc warmongers were still finishing up on their side. It would be a powerful second wave. The battles concluded at around the same time, just after the fourth exchange of magic lances and fire. The smoke rose after the latest streams of flames winked out. A sixth and seventh bugbear had fallen. A handful of others were in rough shape despite their skills or soldier pills. Their healing potions had already been consumed. The attackers actually more than doubled the defenders now, but half of their number were the weak rock golems. It was them that would start the second half of the fight. Mindless constructs, they attacked whatever enemies were close to them. Until that point there had been more of the weaker enemies. Now all of the other enemies were a hundred or more feet away. They mindlessly stumbled toward the amalgamations who were actually the closest. The bugbears frozen for a second followed quickly in their wake. All nine of the warmonger orcs charged forward and past the amalgamations to meet them. Henry overtook the rock golems and met them first. His hammer rocketed down, pushing through the orcs defense. The head was either turned to pulp, or knocked down into the chest cavity. For a fraction of a second, Mark just saw the bugbear general¡¯s hammer resting on top of the shoulders, but it was gone the next moment. The hammer trailed blueish blood as it trailed behind the bugbear general. Henry had already left the orcs behind. Just a little contribution before he moved on to engage the gorilla like amalgamation lumbering forward. Henry leapt swinging his hammer. The amalgamation lifted one of its overly large forearms to receive the blow. At its zenith, lightning started crackling from the hammer. The hammer smashed down with a concussive force that could be felt throughout the room. Small chunks of rock were sprayed in all directions as even the floor guardian¡¯s defense gave way. White lighting streaks cracked down the amalgamations arm and into its body. There were definite signs of damage on the forearm, but the floor guardian proceeded heedless of the cracked and damaged forearm. The two started exchanging strikes that sounded just like the thunder normally associated with the lightning pulsing from the bugbear general. The warmonger orcs smashed apart any rock golem they came across, but soon became gridlocked with bugbears who were similarly equipped and could match them blow for blow. One bugbear avoided the melee and rushed toward the mages. However that was when a previously unseen attack caught him from the side. A tail flipped out from behind the hedgehog amalgamation. Wood, rock and bone spikes streaked toward the bugbear. The unit saw the incoming projectiles, choosing to dive to the ground to avoid. It did not do him much good. Some spikes flew past where he had been, but several more struck the ground before him and where he had landed. The bugbear had taken at least three projectiles. To his credit, the bugbear pushed his way back to his feet and started staggering once again toward the mages. However, seconds later he was engulfed by the flames of the last surviving Balefire mage. The velvet fire licked across the unit, bringing him down. It would be the balefire mage¡¯s last contribution to the fight as a bugbear magic lance blasted it back a second later. Hency continued to trade blows with the floor guardian, and looked to be getting the better of the much larger floor guardian until the second amalgamation pincered in from the side. Derrick recognized Henry as the biggest threat of the attack. Another swath of projectiles were sent toward the bugbear general. In a fluid motion, Henry used his hammer to guard his upper torso, while dropping his shield to guard legs and lower body. The projectiles slammed into his defense or passed around and into the ground. A half second later the general dodged to avoid a crushing blow from the floor guardian¡¯s oversized arms. The high intensity battle continued for several minutes. The orcs were getting the worst of it. In another minute they would likely be eliminated, but there were only six bugbears other than the general still standing. The last bishop had fallen half a minute ago. The next and last magic lances were sent into two of the orcs holding their own. It was enough to kill one out right and wound the other enough to make it easy for the bugbear it had been fighting to finish it off. Apparently, the two bugbear mages were low on manna and had run out of manna potions. After the last attack, they picked up warhammers from the fallen on their way to join the melee. With that fight wrapping up, things appeared to be taking a positive turn. However a second later, Henry entered the floor guardians guard to deliver a blow to its main body. One of the guardian¡¯s shield forearms had been reduced to rubble, leaving only a stub that could be swung like a club. It was at this point where the floor guardian demonstrated a before unseen capability. Roots unfurled from the body shooting out. Some flew forward in an attempt to spear the general. Others flew past and curled in an apparent attempt to coil around their enemy. Henry blocked those thrust directly at him with his shield. A split second later, he noticed the roots closing in from behind him. He leapt corkscrewing in the air with his hammer. There were too many roots behind him, but above there were far fewer, his hammer was as good as a blender mashing the roots it met as the general made it 15 feet in the air. Henry hung for a moment at the zenith of his jump, his body was still turning but at a far reduced rate. That was when the floor guardian¡¯s stub batted him from the air. The general caught the attack on his shield, but he was still sent like a rocket away from the melee. His shield separated from him in flight, the hand and forearm straps having snapped. A second later the general slammed into the floor and rolled a half a dozen revolutions away from the battle. Henry was on his feet a second later, and sprinted back the hundred feet to rejoin the battle. Mid stride he yelled for the other bugbears to attack the hedgehog amalgamation. The last orc had fallen, leaving five already weary bugbears still on their feet. However, after hearing their commander¡¯s orders they charged their designated target. The hedgehog amalgamation turned to face them, but the floor guardian ignored them completely, unwilling to shift any focus from the deadliest threat. Henry''s speed increased substantially, making him a literal blue. He was flaring his dash and fierce skills together. The two bars were dropping at a rapid rate, but the general¡¯s speed and power was near double what he was normally capable of. At the edge of the guardian¡¯s range, Henry leapt forward. Lighting crackled from his hammer as he brought it down. The floor guardian was not fast enough to react to the much smaller figure. It could do nothing as the warhammer slammed into its head. The large rock that was the guardian¡¯s head was obliterated. Shards and rubble were sent out in all directions. Henry continued through his arch landing on the far side. With the head gone, Mark half expected the creature to topple lifelessly to the ground. Instead the headless amalgamation slowly turned its body to face the bugbear commander. There likely was a limit of accumulated damage that the creature could withstand, but it had not reached it yet even without a head. Whatever sense it used to find and locate enemies was similarly not affected. Henry charged back in this time without using any of his skills. Dash had bottomed as had his pull skill when tanking the magic attacks at the beginning of the battle. The leader still had his full soak bar, and about a quarter of his fierce bar. It was enough to deliver another powerful blow or two slightly weaker than his last attack, but the bugbear leader would have to be able to reach the guardian¡¯s body. Tens of roots tentacles flared out to all sides increasing the angles that they could streak in to grab or pierce their enemy. Even an unenhanced hammer swing could mince roots that it met, but the guardian seemed to have plenty to spare. Not to mention the creature still had one shielded forearm and the stub that it could swing surprisingly fast for something of its size. It would take time for Henry to work himself back in close enough to deliver another strike to the main body. The other five bugbears had engaged the hedgehog amalgamation. One of the mages was almost immediately turned into a pin cushion. With no shield to guard against the projectile swath, the mage took quite a few. The mages did not have the soak skill as the rest had. Mark had chosen the pull skill since it would allow them to regain manna to perform more magic attacks. The unit tried to bring a potion to his lips, but eventually the arm fell back down to the ground allowing the healing potion to roll away. The potion did not go to waste. One of the injured bugbears of the warhammer class had noticed the effort and elected to scoop it up. One of its arms was badly mangled. The other three had closed in. The earthen hedgehog also had another attack that could be performed against units that entered into close range. It could push out any of the hundred projectiles to three times its length in an effort to skewer anything close by. The two bugbears of the warhammer class reacted fast enough to dodge the unexpected attack. One was even able to continue its attack, slamming its hammer into the rock encrusted chest. The bejeweled rocks showered and cracks spread out from the impact point. The second mage bugbear on the other hand had been a touch slower, and had caught a makeshift bone quill to the side. The bugbear mage stumbled away, one of his hands trying to locate the healing potion that he carried. The other three bugbears renewed the attack. Perhaps if there were a few more bugbears or the ones that were here were in peak condition they would be able to manage this amalgamation, but as they were, Mark would not hold out hope for their victory. Mark just hoped they could hold this one off, allowing Henry the space he needed to finish the floor guardian. The bugbears had seemingly realized that they would not be able to quickly take down their foe, so were being more careful. All the while the bugbear general chipped away pieces off of the floor guardian. If the battle continued like this, Mark was sure that they would eventually prevail. However, the other side had likely noticed the same thing. The hedgehog obviously turned its attention away from the lesser foes and onto the bugbear leader whose back was to it. A swath of projectiles lanced from its tail. Luckily the bugbear general was already moving to the side to avoid some of the root like tentacles from the guardian. The movement saved him from becoming a pincushion, although several projectiles still looked to have grazed Henry including one that tore through the side of his waist. Evidently it was a good enough shot to make a connection with Henry¡¯s pelvic bone, since the force spun the bugbear commander about. A second disorientation was all that was needed for several roots to snake their way around various locations on the bugbears body. The guardian had a hold of him. The other bugbears intercepted the hedgehog, punishing it dearly for disregarding them. They went to work on the only exposed surface near the front left leg. The left leg was turned to rubble by four successive strikes However the last of the bugbears was too slow in retreating and ended up getting speared through the chest. The wound might not be instantly fatal for the bugbear, but he would not be contributing any more for the minutes that he likely had left. Henry strained against the roots. He was able to tear some free through pure force, but they were being replaced quicker than he could tear free. All the while the general struggled to keep the roots taunt, so the amalgamation could not reach him with either of its arms. However, then the guardian started stepping toward Henry to close the distance itself. Henry made a split decision strategy change and rushed toward his foe. The vines slackened briefly as the bugbear commander reversed direction. The last of his fierce skill burned down as he ripped through roots moving forward. He was free, but had been slowed far too much to use the fumes of the fierce skill to deliver a final strike. The remaining shield arm whipped back in between intercepting the lightning charged strike. The earthen shield on the forearm fell apart crumbled, but the appendage was not severed like the other one had been. The other stub swung in hard from the side. Henry was unable to dodge. His left arm was pinned against his side from the blow, before his entire body was sent pinwheeling away¡­ towards the hedgehog. Henry¡¯s left arm hung limply as he regained his feet right in front of the other amalgamation. He was still the focus for both amalgamations, so the hedgehog attacked him immediately. Henry called the lightning to in a flash as he swung his hammer back up and through the swath of projectiles. It was partially effective. One speared through Henry¡¯s thigh, and another through the lower part of his chest. Henry the relentless, continued through, bounding toward the amalgamations chest. The lightning charged hammer continued one full revolution over his head, back down behind him, and back up and into the earthen hedgehog¡¯s chest. Cracks quickly fissured throughout the enemy''s unit for a split second, before the unit just fell apart. The various parts crumpled to the ground. Meanwhile the remaining four bugbears charged in to delay the guardian. The guardian powered on right through them to get to its target. One of the bugbear mages was batted away by the guardian¡¯s arm. The other mage got caught in the roots. The remaining two bugbears made it through to either side of the guardian. They might not have been as powerful as Henry, but they both were still able to deliver powerful blows to their respective legs. Dual pockmarks were created on the legs and the guardian hobbled forward several steps. Henry was limping away himself, his soak ability going full tilt to seal up the two serious wounds. His soak skill bar dropped to perhaps a tenth of the bar in a matter of seconds. Mark had been worried up to this point in time, but now the other amalgamation had been taken out of the picture it would be a more direct flight with no more surprises. Henry hardly had any skills to burn through, but his soak skill and some healing potions had brought him back up to near peak condition. Not to mention he still had the help of two other bugbears, and the guardian was not in peak condition. One arm was gone just past the elbow. The other no longer had the shield like protrusion, and seemingly half of the roots were already gone. It might be a bit non climatic ending, but the three worked to whittle down the guardian¡¯s defenses over a good 10 minutes before Henry moved to deliver the final strike. The bugbears paused only briefly outside of the doorway to the next level. A moment later the three stepped through. Amelia and Mark let out a sigh of relief as the view of a core room came into view. If there had been another level, the attack would have ended in failure. Chapter 63: Day 215 [Notice: Contender, Derrick Blackwell, has been eliminated by another contender. Contender has been given a unique reward. Contenders remaining 6/35] The three surviving bugbears appeared back in the middle of their dungeon territory instead of being dropped on the other contender¡¯s dungeon site or where the alternate entrance had been; the two locations that Mark had thought were possible. Both of the other surviving bugbears had become the dungeons'' newest veterans. Mark greedily thought that they were perhaps one step closer to perhaps having two more units hit a level where they could push for a unique title, but the thought did not last very long. They had just defeated a dungeon, so there was already a unique reward waiting for them. During the hour wait for the unique reward to become available, there was indeed another patch notice. [Notice: It is an adventuring party not an army patch has now been made on the interface. Going forward, adventurers will not be able to take items that summon additional units into the dungeon. This patch does not apply to units who pass through a dungeon¡¯s main entrance.] The patch had sent Amelia off on a tirade, as seemingly the battle managers worked once again to close off a carefully discovered advantage that they had discovered. She stomped around for a minute or two before she settled back down and started messaging Avery about the outrage. Mark understood her anger, since out of the four patches that had been implemented, three of them had been directed at their actions. However, Mark had wholly expected this patch. The rock golems had really been little more than fodder in the attack, but they would most definitely not have been able to make it through the battle without them. If the dungeon¡¯s defenses had been less suitable for dealing with the rock golems they could have been far too effective. Not to mention the golem balls were only of average quality. They would be even stronger if the gnomes were able to perfect them further. The second the timer ran out, Mark pulled up their unique reward starting the new hour timer. [Unique Reward: Choose between one of the three options
  1. Take the money and run.
  2. Grave robber
  3. Technological leap
Time remaining 60:00] The first choice was the obliged MP option. At 5,000 MP a day, Mark would be lying if he said he wasn¡¯t tempted. Their daily MP rate was 27,430, so it would be a large boost. However, Mark expected to get at least another 15 to 20 thousand MP daily production increase once they finished the techs Magic energy production III and Settlements III, which would diminish the daily production increase. Still 5,000 MP a day, could not be looked down upon. The second option was perhaps one of the most interesting options that they had ever been offered. When it said grave robber, it meant robbing one aspect of the newly defeated contender. Everything was on the table, including essences, techs researched, branches unlocked. If they went with this option, Mark could snag the level 2 gargoyle class or the ability to make the amalgamations. Of course there were also options that Mark had no idea about. Mark and Amelia would be able to browse over Derrick¡¯s whole dungeon if they picked the grave robber reward. Mark doubted Derrick had any techs that they would be interested in. Derrick had not even progressed his dungeon to level 3 yet. If they went with one of the essences that Derrick owned, they would get an infinite supply. That would be good, but it would depend on what uses they found for that essence. For their last unique reward they had been offered an essence hoard, and Mark had ended up going with something else. The gargoyle class or the amalgamations were by far the most tempting options that Mark knew about. After all, they had not even seen what level 3 options the gargoyle class could offer. However there were a few cons that Mark could immediately identify with going that direction. The constructs could have their own unique upgrade system. Mark already had three different paths that they were on, adding a fourth could further stifle progress. As far as amalgamations, it seemed to Mark that there must be some limit, either time or resources that had prevented Derrick from making as many as he wanted. Through Amelia¡¯s conversation with Avery, it was apparent that Derrick had only used them sparingly outside of the dungeon. How long had Derrick had the capability? Based on having the capability to put one on the fifth floor, Mark had to guess Derrick had the capability at or around the time dungeons started ranking up to level 2. Three or four months worth of time with the capability meant that at best he had gotten one every two weeks or so. If that were the case, Mark would be better off getting 5,000 MP a day. He could build a fairly strong platoon of units for the amount of MP in a two week period of time. Sure the amalgamations could be put in the dungeon where defenders were limited, but Mark could always build more floors or even strengthen the dungeon in other ways. No, if they were going to go with the second option, the gargoyle branch was likely the better bet. The third option, technological leap, did not sound near as good until Mark started running through some mental math. Technological leap would not only give them one free random tech from the tech tree, but would advance one upgrade on their other paths. It would also give them one free project for each of their research lab focuses. With option 2, Mark had once again been reminded about the difficulty of maintaining multiple different unit upgrade paths. However for the third option it looked like their diversification would actually net them more benefits. Mark shifted to their tech page. They had seven techs available including the level 2 siege weapon option. That would be a serious blow if that was the one they unlocked for free. Mark shifted to their homepage. They were just under 129,000 MP, but they did have 88 DP that he could convert. It would be a bit of a setback, but since the lowest of any of the other technologies was at a million MP, getting siege weapons if they chose option number 3 would be a serious blow if they took this unique reward. If Mark took it out of the running, they would basically get a tech that would normally take them at least 40 days to unlock if they went into full save mode. Already, Mark could discount option one with this offer. Getting something worth at least a million MP or more would be the equivalent of 200 days for option one to equal up to, and they had a 66% chance of getting one of the 1.5 or 2 million options since there were two techs at each cost level. And all six options were something Mark wanted as soon as possible. Not to mention the other projects and upgrades that would be finished. At this point Mark doubted that the succession battle would last more than another year before things wrapped up, so it was doubtful they would hit the point where option one netted them a greater MP equivalent than what Mark could get right now. Not to mention, how could he put a price on getting some of these technologies that much sooner. Mark scrolled to their unit upgrade page. If they did indeed get one from each of their different upgrade paths it might not amount to much. For the humanoid tree upgrades they could get something as low as 1,000 MP if any of dozens of the advanced class options were selected. For the plant tree, they would get either a 25,000 or 50,000 germination upgrade. By far the only sure win would be the level five beast bloodline upgrade that cost 100,000 MP. Overall they would not amount to much when compared to the free tech, but they were certainly a nice bonus. If you encounter this story on Amazon, note that it''s taken without permission from the author. Report it. As far as the projects from their research lab. They would get five freebies. After the free tech, this would be the biggest bonus in Mark¡¯s opinion. After all it would mean another skill, which would really compliment their last unique reward, the gymnasium, so far their own research, had only produced one as of yet undefined project. Mark totaled up the benefits of the third option in order to sell it to Amelia. Conservatively, taking option 3 would put them a good 2 months ahead of where they were now right off the bat, on top of the other benefits. There was a 33% chance that they landed one of the MP production increasing techs, which would allow them to quickly increase their MP production. He had expected that she would be leaning toward one of the other options, but after he detailed why the third option was the best option, she readily agreed. Mark spent another couple minutes thinking through things. After All they did have more DP they could possibly convert. If he really wanted, he could theoretically even change one of their research lab focuses, but in the end Mark just went with converting enough to unlock siege weapons for 150,000 MP completing the last of the level 2 techs. Their MP dropped to just over 0 and their DP down to 65. After one deep breath, Mark selected option 3. Mark could not resist looking at their biggest gain first. In one way, they had hit the jackpot. They had landed one of the 2 million MP options. However, it was not the one he had been really hoping for, so there was a touch of disappointment mixed in. He had really hoped to get one of the production increasing techs, obviously favoring Settlements III for 2 million. Still the little disappointment was quite quickly forgotten with what they had gotten. They were likely the first dungeon to have unlocked gunpowder. As much as he would love to look into gunpowder right there, he was interested in what else they had gotten as a part of their unique reward, technological leap. The humanoid upgrade was a wash, crossbowmen for 1,000 MP. A 10% power rating increase for units using crossbows. Mark had to think for a second, on how they had gotten it since crossbowmen had not been on the list of dozens of 1,000 MP level 1 upgrade options months ago. He had not really paid close attention to them in a long time, but then he remembered they had researched intricate design and siege weapons since then. Perhaps it had been added after they had researched one of those. The fifth beast bloodline option was unlocked for 100,000 MP. Not a surprise since it was the only option they had available. However, the fact that the next upgrade was called evolution was certainly interesting. It was likely a step that had only become available upon dungeons hitting level 2, but since their dungeon was already there, they could not unlock the evolution upgrade for 250,000 MP. A steep price, but it would most definitely be worth the cost based on what information on evolution was available. Mark could not dive too deeply into it, but a cursory glance showed that an evolution would require a catalyst. A catalyst could be literally anything. The obvious choices were of course essences, but herbs and metals could all potentially add some unique aspect. An evolved beast would take on aspects of whatever catalyst was used. The evolution would also give a power rating increase, but the amount was not detailed in the encyclopedia. Mark pondered on the possibilities for a few moments more before his curiosity on what else they had been given pushed him on. As far as the freebie for the germination upgrade, Mark had to wonder if the battle managers were tweaking with the supposedly random selection. The only unique class had been selected. The tier 3, beast Shepard, had been selected for 25,000 MP. Mark pulled it up the germination upgrade, but it did not say much. The tier 3 germination upgrade would give a plant unit the ability to empower. Presumably the ability would allow the unit to increase the strength of beasts under its control. As far as Mark could tell, the germination upgrades had stopped branching out at tier 3. Not a bad thing since tier 3 already had 12 options.The tier 4 and the one tier 5 upgrades they currently had available were just upgrades of the same name as their tier 3 equivalent. However the unique beast sheppard class branched out to three options all of which were also unique upgrades, trainer, symbiote, and breeder. Just from their names, Mark could guess on what each of the tier 4 budding stage options would allow. Trainer was likely the direct upgrade from beast sheppard, increasing the plants control and perhaps strengthening ability. The symbiotic option made Mark think about the amalgamations that they had just faced. Except instead of earth and rocks it would be beasts with plant-like appendages. The final breeder option was perhaps the most enticing. Would they be able to breed more units for free? Mark spent another minute thinking on the possibilities. It was readily apparent that anything considered unique in the game would present interesting possibilities. They would cost 50,000 MP a piece, but at least two of the new options would be added to his priority list if not all three. Mark finally shifted to their research lab project freebies. The free projects had been what he thought would be the second best thing from choosing the third unique reward option, but after reading through their five new projects, he wondered whether it could not compete with first. The research lab projects up to this point seemed to rely heavily on things the gnomes or goblins could conceive of, or natural progressions from one project to another. The enchantment projects for example often came in groups. They got all the stat boost enhancements. Then there were some elemental enchantments. Now they seemed to be going through a resistance or debuff phase, with fire resistance and stun being among the first completed. However, the five freebies seemed to be completely off the wall projects that fell under the realm of the foci. Perhaps some battle manager had felt sad that one of his well thought up ideas would never make it into the natural progression for dungeon units to conceive naturally. The free enchantment project was called earth shaper. Mark would have to read through the little book that would inevitably come with the new enchantment to figure out what it could possibly do. The new specialized class, flame jugglers, fell under the mage class option. It was their second specialized classes that fell under the mage class. A welcome addition since the spiritualist class had a strict 10 unit limit among other limitations. The flame juggler class on the other hand had no limit so could become a dependable part of their force. At level 4, flame jugglers had several spells that were available including create flame and manipulation. However, they only got a 10% boost per a level unlike the 15% boost that the warhammer class gave. Mark would have to make a flame juggler to find out anything more. The free essence project was a corruption incendiary. The project was based on the sulfur essence they had secured from Mareth¡¯s former dungeon site. It would be the first use of the essence that they had found. Once again, Mark would have to make one to see its effects. The embuing focus was one of their newer foci with only one completed project, manna embuing, although there were currently three more projects in the works. The first two were the basic projects of health reinforcement and stamina reserve. Basic embuing projects that likely would increase a unit''s health or stamina pool. Neither promised much use for Mark since the resources required would be more effective elsewhere. Leaders and powerhouses like Henry would likely be the one exception. However, based on resources that would likely be quite common for embuing projects. The new project was called void embuing. Certainly, sounded cool, but once again Mark would not know what it did till they had one built. He would have to commission the gnome craftsmen to void embue a gem to see what it could do. The final focus was the brand new skill focus. Currently, there was only one spell, thunderstrike, in work, but it had been in work prior to even taking skills as a focus. But now there was one completed project in the column, the reversal skill. Eager to find out what the skill would do, Mark was tempted to build a unit right then, but he calmed himself. Actually tomorrow would be the day that another round of skills would be given out in the gymnasium. Another batch of 9 bugbears would finish their time through the gym with the 3 basic physical skills. Mark decided to keep 6 of them in the gym while shifting three of them out for Henry and the other two surviving veterans. He could wait 8 days to find out what the reversal skill would do. However, it did not mean that today they could not get an idea on what some of their other new projects could do. Chapter 64: Day 221 The defeat of Derrick Blackwell left only six contenders remaining in the battle. They were pretty much officially in the finals with only one dungeon emerging dominant in each of the five regions the dungeons had started in. The exception was their own region which was still contested between Amelia and Gale Barbary. The feeling that the battle was moving to the end game was only further solidified by the newest move of Gale Barbary. For months, Mark had enjoyed near daily updates about Gale¡¯s development from the harpies flying overhead. Three days ago a heavy fog had enveloped the area. It was definitely initiated by their neighbor since the fog centered on her dungeon and her outposts and nowhere else. Gale had likely figured out that they were using the harpies to keep tabs on her, and found a way to counter it. She was now effectively concealing any and all of her future developments. How she was doing it was still a mystery? What Mark did know was that Gale had shifted some of her focus. The harpies still flew over the area, and what they had been able to tell Mark was that Gale was gathering lumber¡­ a lot of it. The harpies could still make out the fact that hundreds of trees no longer stretched up into the encompassing mist centered around one of her outposts. The outpost was the one near a river mouth. The biggest by far of the three sources of water that fed into the swamp that surrounded her dungeon along with much of the surrounding area. The outpost had not been in any trouble up to this point. With only six coal mounds the site fell short of both their outposts. However, this new development was certainly something that could not be dismissed. The lumber was being used for something, and it was not walls. At all three locations, Gale had walls made of stone, so he doubted the lumber was for that purpose. In the end, Mark could only come up with one thing based on the materials she was procuring and why she was only doing it at the one location. Gale was building ships. It would be difficult for anything other than a flat barge to traverse through any part of the swamp, so Mark guessed she was intending to send ships upstream to the north. It was not a unique concept. For more than a month Mark had been doing the same. They currently had hundreds of Tadpoles and Pollywogs making up their frogmen forces. Once they had finished the mapping tech and mapped out the swampland, the only use Mark had found for the weak units was to send them North. Mark had been forced to send them through the southmost tributary since Gale held the biggest, and the second tributary was only a mile further to the south. Already the frogmen patrols had added a good third of the currently explored map that was still at only 50% complete. Currently the left third of their map was fairly unveiled Lewis and Clark had respawned within the last week and had been sent south of the swampland, but North of Nicholas Holt¡¯s dungeon to expand their center of the southern part of the map, and hopefully eventually find the location of Leonard Boulevic¡¯s dungeon. Although it was through the frogman¡¯s exploration that Mark found out another move being made by one of the dungeon contenders. Several days ago a frogman patrol had made their way south through one of the many tributaries, making it to the center of the map. Mark had been surprised to find that a large lake encompassed an island that was located in the very dead center of the map. After mapping out the lake, the frogmen had landed on the island to explore. Within minutes they had been set upon and killed by panther and wolf beasts. There was only one other contender using beasts, so the culprit was evident even without analyzing a unit. Still it was only their second run in with Danie Hale, the contender that had surprised everyone by being ranked first on the first round of rankings despite not being one of the battle favorites. Daniel Hale, currently held the northern region and now it was apparent that he was holding the island at the center of the map. What was on the island was a mystery, but based on the guard that was evidently patrolling the beaches it had to be good. Mark should have known that there would be something good at the map¡¯s center. It was likely something they would all want, and it had been centralized for them all to discover and fight over. However, it had been Daniel Hale who had discovered and claimed it first. Mark could not help but picture that Daniel Hale had an outpost surrounded by dozens of coal mounds¡­ As for the other contenders, Nicholas Holt was fortifying the southwest along with a volcano and source of a fire based essence that was midway between Amelia and his own dungeon. Leonard Boulevic was located in the Southeast. Mark and Amelia knew the least about him, but like the rest of the other dungeons, he was either working on dungeon level 3 or putting all his efforts to the level 3 techs. Avery Kingston held the Northeast. Amelia was in almost constant communication from the renowned model, with both of them exchanging more information about themselves than was likely good for either. Amelia did not have an exact date, but she knew that Avery was still working on saving up for dungeon level 3. She would likely be one of the last dungeons to hit the next level. However, Mark and Amelia had aided her in taking out Derrick Blackwell who had been a constant thorn in her side a week ago. Avery might be a month behind development wise, but she was also the last contender from Magnum. One of the biggest factions in the Arcadian realm. Not to mention, being a model and princess, she was a household known name. Currently dungeons were able to open three packages from sponsors a week, and Avery was hitting her quota each and every week. Not to mention the fact that she had a good 50 sitting in reserve. Mark could only assume that it was the same for most of the other dungeons, other than Daniel Hale who was also from a smaller faction. Mark had no evidence of this belief. After all Gale had not displayed any units other than the lizardmen, troll, and giant branches, Mark knew that she had. However, Mark also knew that she likely had hundreds or thousands of miners. It was not out of the realm of possibility that she had an army waiting inside her mine waiting to be used or if someone should happen to attack her. As far as Nicholas Holt and Leonard Boulevic, Mark knew they were likely opening sponsorship packages every week and also had some to spare. Mark just did not have eyes on their dungeon to keep tabs on any of their developments. Mark and Amelia had collected a handful of sponsorship packages. They were currently sitting on 11 in total, having had the number double after their most recent victory. However, their packages were on the weaker side. It was just one of the advantages the other dungeons had always held over them. However, Mark could not complain. Unlike the beginning of the battle, Amelia and him were fairly safe. Their defenses were improving every day as stones were mined and added onto the walls surrounding both the garden sanctuary settlement and their home dungeon. Every week or two a new project from their research laboratory was completed. An edge that gave them the ability to continue to compete. The latest round of freebie projects they had gotten from their most recent unique reward had in no way been a disappointment. The earth shaper enchantment by itself added so many possibilities. The earth shaper enhancements were one time use enchantments, as in they were used, had an effect, and were subsequently consumed in the process. However, a good quality enchantment made on a plank of wood could already pull earth up and into an earthen wall both five feet in height and width, with a foot of thickness. They could be used in a line to instantly create a small barricade as long as Mark had enchantments to use. While the battle had moved away from the point where a five foot tall earthen wall could make a major difference it did not mean that the enchantment did not have dozens of other possibilities. Other easy to use applications were insta forming pittraps or making a patch of land form into a bunch of spikes making it difficult for living creatures to traverse. Of course his tests had not included higher quality uses of the enchantment. In every other facet a jump from good quality to exceptional quality meant a drastic increase in effect. Mark laughed maniacally when he thought of the idea of using the enchantment to form earthen ramps up to the top of someone''s walls. It was definitely feasible. A case of literary theft: this tale is not rightfully on Amazon; if you see it, report the violation. However, the battle managers had anticipated some of the game breakers the enchantment would allow. The enchantment could affect any type of material, but would have less effect on harder materials. With the same good quality enchantment a wall of stone might only make it to 2 feet in height. There was also a provision that the enchantment could not be used to affect man made buildings or be used to destabilize them, unless the enchantment was made for it. Mark could not use the enchantment against one of Gale¡¯s walls causing it to crumble. Neither could he affect the earth underneath her wall to do the same thing. Of course if he built a wall he could have an enchantment that changed the base to where it would fall over when activated. Mark could picture collapsing large walls on enemies, but since it took a long time to build walls he doubted it would ever be realized. Still the basic uses for the enchantment were not bad. The corruption incendiary on the other hand could do exactly what the earth shaper enchantment could not. It was a sulfur based liquid that would weaken most things it came into contact with. Armor and weapons that were splashed with the liquid became more brittle and dull. They looked almost like they had undergone years of oxidation. A sample wall had been splashed with the liquid, and the effects were definitely noticeable, but to a far lesser extent. Mark would need a substantially higher quality if he wanted to topple someone¡¯s walls with it. As far as living units splashed with the stuff, it would burn hell out of them. However other than the sharp pain, it would not debilitate them enough to take them out of the battle quickly. The higher quality that was reached by the incendiary brew the greater the effect. Mark had been able to get up to average quality. One of its ingredients being an essence certainly made it more difficult than other potions although not to the extent on how much harder the rock skin pill had been. The flame juggler specialized class was certainly interesting. The base spell for the class was to create fire. They could conjure multiple balls of fire that each had a quarter of the power of a normal fireball. Their manipulation skill was where the class truly came into its own. The fire jugglers could manipulate their own flames as well as flames from other sources. They could strengthen the flames and keep them from dying out. It did not take Mark long to figure out that manipulating existing flames was a better use of the flame jugglers limited mana pools. Regular mages could create fireballs, and fire jugglers interspaced through the mage ranks could keep the flames alive, strengthen them, and cause them to spread. It was even possible for Mark to bring along a lot of flammable material that could quickly be set on fire to really strengthen his flame juggler¡¯s capabilities. The void embuing project was perhaps one of the most interesting. Mark only had a couple of examples so far, but even a below average gem with this embuement was something incredibly useful. The project turned the idea of embuing over. Instead of packing magical energy into a gem, the gnomes were actually creating a vacuum that could then absorb energy. Even a gem with only a weak quality embument could absorb two magic lances. A third magic lance had caused the gem to crack, with only part of the lance being absorbed. Of course that was only since the user tried to push the gem past what it was capable of. Normally the void embument could be used up to the point where it was full. Then it would slowly expel the energy over time. However the bugbear who had used the void embument had said he could tell where the gems limit had been. The only requirement was to have the gem close to where the magic lance¡¯s flight path. In the future, Mark could potentially have high quality rings that would keep their owners safe from a good number of magic attacks. Mark would find out what reversal skill would do in a couple of days. However, the other projects had pushed Mark to the point where he needed to spend some of the MP they were saving up to increase their auxiliary staff. Before they had only 50 red hobgoblins that were full time researchers, crafters, brewers, inscribers, tattooers, and forgers. It would set them back another day in reaching magic energy production III, but Mark had decided to double their full time auxiliary staff to 100 reds. Now that their dungeon was level three the unit cap for the reds was 500 units, so Mark did not feel as restricted. In truth they had hundreds of other units that had been helping out when they were not going to battle, but they were needing more and more enchantments, potions, etcetera¡­ The need grew by the day despite the growing stockpile of weapons they had set aside. Unlike the 1,000 miner regiment that would fight in a pinch, these 100 would never fight no matter how bad things got. Mark could not risk their developed experience. A day set back in progression would easily be offset by what 50 more units serving as auxiliaries could accomplish in the long run. It had been long overdue. However, this next expenditure was more to ease Mark¡¯s curiosity than to meet any need. The big ticket item for the day was that 6 of their 8 daily RP had been enough to hit the 70 RP required to unlock the first of their level 3 units. Mark¡¯s first choice had been the Gnarled wood goblin. The topiary unit was one of two cheap options, but had the greatest potential to add strength quickly since it would follow the humanoid upgrade class. The potential to use weapons and enchanted gear made it one of the more enticing offers. At 1,800 MP per a unit, summoning one now would not be cheap, but both Amelia and himself were eager to see what their first unlocked tier 3 unit could do. Mark summoned a basic level 4 warrior. He could send it through the barracks to increase its experience and then send it through the gym for skills later.
Gnarled wood Goblin (1/33) Warrior lvl 4 (recruit) Power lvl: 4.2 Morale: ---
Strength 16 Attack: 5 Defense: 9
Endurance 18 Abilities/Skills
Agility 12
Vitality 20
Intelligence 10
Wisdom 10
By looks the gnarled wood goblin was not the most intimidating of units. It was as the name suggested, gnarled roots formed into a goblin. It only stood five and a half feet tall so was not overly large. However, Its stats were far better than that of a normal bugbear and its joints appeared to be as limber as any natural humanoid. Of course the unit¡¯s natural defense was unusually high. However, after a half hour of tests Mark could not help but feel a little disappointed. The unit followed the humanoid upgrade path, meaning it could have a class and skills, however it was not a flesh and blood unit. Healing or stamina potions were unusable, as were enlightenment or rock skin pills. In addition the unit could not make use of some of the enchanted gear. Defensive armor worked, but the ones that tried to increase strength or vitality were useless. Still Mark felt comforted in the fact that while it could not take advantage of things that other humanoids could, it also did not share their disadvantages. The unit did not need to eat, so upkeep costs for keeping them around would be nonexistent. That was important by itself since Mark was already spending nearly 2,000 MP a day in upkeep. The gnarled wood goblin could also take root to recover stamina or heal like a plant unit could, but the biggest boon was that it could benefit from things that affect plants. A midnight lotus¡¯ malevolent aura could boost its power rating by up to 25% based on the gnarled wood goblin¡¯s proximity to the plant. Since Mark also made the midnight lotus healers they would also benefit from the hour long healing blessed aura, and be targeted for greater spot healing. Overall Mark was satisfied the gnarled wood goblins would be handy in many situations, but they along with the other topiary option would make excellent lotus defenders. A level 4 warrior would already have over a 5 point power rating if they were fighting close by to the larger flower. On top of being able to use skills, they would be simply dominant. However, like everything else in the battle there were limits. They would only be able to summon 33 of each type due to the cap limit for a tier 3. Satisfied, Mark looked at what to put the remaining 3 RP for the day towards. They currently sat at just under 130,000 MP, so they were a long way off from getting the million they needed for magic energy production. They also had made it back to 101 DP. It would delay progress again, but Mark wanted to build another dungeon floor. The potential of level 3 adventurers was just too high to trust the seven floors that they currently had. They still had 2 more floors that could be bought for 100,000 MP before they hit the limit and would need dungeon features III to continue. Mark sighed as he selected the second topiary unit option, the knotted spore spider. Mark would love to unlock the better beast options, but right now they needed another powerful floor in their dungeon. The knotted spore spider would be able to have a fifth level bloodline for a 50% power rating increase as well as get the additional boosts from the midnight lotus, the same as the gnarled wood goblin. It felt like a bit of a loss to not pick up the evolution upgrade first as well, but that would be too substantial of a delay in their progression. Hopefully, he could unlock it before the ninth floor. Perhaps he would make an entire level of evolved Carnivorous centipedes. Since they all already had base power ratings of 3.8, their power ratings would be simply monstrous. However with the malevolent aura the gnarled wood goblins and knotted spore spiders could potentially already reach that level of strength despite probably not being as dangerous as the giant centipedes were sure to be. Chapter 64.5 Day 222 Daniel Hale the beast Master Primordial essence, as far as he could tell, Daniel thought he was the first to discover it. The battle creators had placed the essence that was above all essences in the exact center of the map, on an island in the middle of a lake. A prize that all of the contenders should supposedly fight over. However, the battle creators could not control everything, and things often go differently than they likely anticipated when building this world. How could they have expected that a contender would dare hold the island, taking the benefit all for themselves. The island had defenses, both natural and unnatural. Getting across the lake would likely be a major barrier for most dungeons, but even after getting onto the island the contenders would have found an inhospitable environment filled with neutral units that spawned all throughout the island. The battle creator¡¯s intent was likely for dungeons to send expeditions to gather and carry back as much of the essence as possible. There were a dozen different coal mound locations for dungeons to build settlements along the lake shores. Locations where expeditions could bring the essence back to in order to use. After all, the island would be too dangerous with a good hundred units spawning daily. Some with power levels closing in on double digits. It had hurt Daniel a bit, since he had to sacrifice a small army to clear the island of all the enemies, but once the island was clear, killing the units as they spawned was a simple matter. After all, he had been doing so for nearly a month now. Occasionally he lost some of his tier 1 units; the units he sent to scout out and find the spawned creatures¡­ and now units from opposing dungeons. Killing the spawned creatures was a different matter. He currently had 4 of his 6 uniquely titled beasts responding to his tier 1 units calls to take out the constantly spawning threats. With the threat taken care of, maintaining his outpost, now settlement, was an easy matter. Now he had an inexhaustible supply of the primordial essence that would make his forces stronger. Primordial essence was far better than the dozen other essences that he had found over the course of the battle. After all it gave a direct power rating increase with any summoned units, even more when used as the catalyst for evolutions. Who could say what other uses he could find for the essence in the future. It was a wonder that he was still only ranked third, but then again there had not been a new ranking since he had taken control of the island. He was interested in what would happen in a couple of days, but it was not like it would be surprising if things stayed the way they were. Nicholas Holt and Leonard Boulevic were most certainly the biggest obstacles that he had left to face. Until it got to the point that it was obvious that he would win, Daniel was doubtful that he would ever regain the top spot in the rankings. In some ways he had been as surprised as everyone else, when he had held the top rank for the first few rankings. Then again, he had exploded onto the scene right out of the gate. His initial momentum might have seemed insurmountable there for a while. However, eventually his momentum had stalled as dungeon level 2 evened the playing field for the other dungeons, and the hype around him in the outside realm must have died down. Daniel now understood that he had been one of the few that had elected to start the battle by opening the beast unit tree. Tier 1 beasts had been the perfect complement to his weak mind, strong of body specialization, where his units got a boost to strength if they had a combined intelligence and wisdom of less than 10. For each point less they gained an additional attribute point in strength. It was not much, definitely a specialization that was strong early in the game, but tapered off to nothing as higher tier units exceeded the threshold. The specialization came with the foraging and basic minerals tech, which was perfect allowing his beasts to survive on their own in the wild and discover useful resources. The lack of intelligence and wisdom had not mattered overly much since his units did not have access to magic at the beginning. No need for strategy either, when dungeon¡¯s defenses had been so crude. Strength and speed were all that had mattered. Of course he had not realized how much simpler the upgrade path had been for beast units, until he had gotten a branch of another unit type. It had been simple enough to get beast bloodlines unlocked to level 4. A 40% power rating increase on top of his specialization was already enough for him to take on most dungeons. It was especially true since his beasts did not rely on weapons, when other dungeons had to research two technologies to even get metal weapons, with the second, metallurgy, being locked behind by dungeon level 2. The only real annoyance had been enemy mages. His first step was maxing out MP production and unlocking beast bloodlines, all while scouting out his region. Getting set up meant that he was not the first dungeon to conquer one of the others. Several dungeons fell prior to him unlocking beast bloodline level 4 and really taking off. He took 3 of the dungeons in his region down in quick succession, and a fourth through an alternate entrance that he had discovered.Unauthorized use of content: if you find this story on Amazon, report the violation. By the end of the 4 dungeon conquest, he already had four unique titled units. All came from his starting branch, cats and dogs. The branch was the cheapest option on the beast tree, not counting the base animals option. The branch only started him with four unit types. The ¡®First¡¯ title was given to Vivi, the caracal. The weakest unit of the branch caracals only had a power rating of 0.6, but they were quick and nimble. They were simply perfect for exploring, which is how Vivi picked up the ¡®First¡¯ title. Just one of eight caracals he had immediately summoned and sent out, Vivi had successfully discovered another dungeon before nightfall on the first day. A second caracal, Vince, had also earned a title, the Wanderer. The ¡®Wanderer¡¯ title was awarded to the first unit that had traveled 1,000 leagues. The last of his initial unique titles, Vince had completed the feat in just under a month. The third title, ¡®Peak¡¯, had been earned by Luna, a moon wolf. The title had been earned by the unit after reaching the point of highest elevation on the map. Not a difficult feat since his dungeon had started in the mountains where it was located. A moon wolf¡¯s base power rating was 1.3. Of course, like the rest of his named, Luna¡¯s power level was nearly 4 times that now, with a maxed out bloodline and two evolutions. Once he had built a lair and unlocked higher bloodline levels and then the evolutions, he had of course quickly empowered the unit as much as possible. The strongest of his first four was the shadow cat, named midnight, who had earned the ¡®reaper¡¯ title. Somehow the cat had survived through all of the initial battles, when most of its peers did not. Midnight had earned the title by being the first unit to eliminate a 100 power rating¡¯s worth of units. Initially shadow cats had a base power rating of 1.7. Now Midnight was over 7.0. However she was not the strongest. Several months passed, but Daniel finally got a fifth. This time the unit was from the first of two branches he had chosen as one of his unique rewards. The tree branch had been the fourth of his five branches, and luckily it was the strongest level two unit possible, the treant with a base power rating of 2.9. The treant, World tree, had earned the ¡®Earth shaker¡¯ title by starting a landslide moving hundreds of tons of rock. Unfortunately, he had not developed the germination pathways to the end, so the unit¡¯s power rating was still just shy of 10. Thankfully, the sixth unique title, was once again earned earned by a beast. He had expected something for his first unit that used the primordial essence, and he had been right. He had double evolved an earth dragon from his fifth and final branch, ¡®Dangerous reptiles.¡¯ The ¡®First Primordial,¡¯ titled earth dragon, had been the strongest of his level 3 options at 3.5, and now it was probably the strongest unit in the battle at 14.1. He aptly named the earth dragon Pinnacle, a beast that would stand above the rest. His second and third branches that he had spent MP to unlock were the primate branch and the big game branch. The primate branch was useful, being the only branch that could use weapons, like the units from most of the other dungeons. The top unit was the Garillion, an ape with four arms, with a base power rating of 2.7. Well that was excluding the branch''s Topiary combination unit he had gotten up one leveling up his dungeon to level 3. The big game branch had given him the strongest units for a while. The branch only had five units between tier 1 and tier 2, but with the weakest being a longhorn ram with a 1.0 power rating the units were all power houses that each brought something to his armies. The most powerful unit was the cave bear with a 2.8 power rating. All of his units were nearly double their base power rating after being double evolved. The only thing really limiting his armies were population caps and his MP. Power rating wise, Daniel knew he was the most powerful dungeon, however through his own observance of other dungeons, and his late-to-the-game, limited development of his own research and equipment, he knew power rating was not everything. Weak tier 1 units could bring down units three times their power rating with the use of enchanted gear, and enchanted gear was only one of the avenues of power that other dungeons had to fill the gap. Having scouted all five of the other remaining dungeons, he knew he could not take this battle lightly. Sure right now, he was positive that he could take out Avery Kingston. She had fallen behind, but there were a lot bigger fish to fry. Knocking out other weak dungeons, now might not be the best move for him. After consolidating their respective areas, Leonard Boulevic and Nicholas Holt had not made a single move. Neither had Gale Barbary. For her, she had not made a move all battle. Her forces were building behind her ever growing walls, presumptively to sweep across the map, like a tidal wave. If he focused on wiping out anyone at this point, it would actually be a detriment as other dungeons continue to grow. No, he would continue to develop his power and monitor the situation. What did it matter to him that the major factions were receiving sponsorships weekly. A mish mashed army of strong units would not make up for his well planned armies. Chapter 65: Day 261 Mark once again checked the dungeon status page. He could not help but smile, seeing their brand new daily MP rate of 43,330. Only a month and a half ago it had been 27,430. The first raise was only an extra 900 MP. The old Crassius dungeon outpost coal mounds finally ran dry. Of course, Mark already had an additional outpost site ready to go. Once again another subterranean outpost to the south. The outpost was even further south than their last one, but only had six coal mounds for the shades to mine. Still it was a slight bump, and that was not even mentioning that it was nice and prepositioned within less than a days march of the volcano currently held by Nicholas Holt. Of course to really make use of the site, Mark would have to upgrade the outpost to a settlement, so that units could be summoned, but Mark felt that they were a ways off from taking that step since it would cost 100,000 MP. The next 15,000 daily MP came from the manna towers that stretched into the air above the home dungeon. They had completed Magic energy production III on day 259, but since each of the three 30 foot spires cost 25,000 MP to build, it had taken a couple additional days to build them all. Mark had even woken up briefly just hours after midnight to build one as soon as they had enough MP. Their DP currently only sat at 10. Mark had built the 8th floor as soon as the spore spider was unlocked. Then he had spent 225 DP to build the maelstroms for the first seven floors. The first 5 floor maelstroms only cost 25 DP. The next set of 5 floors would each cost 50 DP. The maelstroms would generate wandering units with the average power rating of units set as defenders. It was not much since Mark could not control them, but it would help to prevent enemies from resting on a floor. Five minutes after a maelstrom unit was killed it would be resummoned. There were as many maelstrom units as there were defenders, so it was like doubling their defenses. The maelstrom units would be extremely helpful on the beast floors since Mark could make those fights last due to the maze of tunnels. The eighth floor was fairly formidable, with the guardian lotus, 4 sunflowers, 5 knotted spore spiders, and 15 gnarled wood goblins. The topiary units all had power ratings over 5.0 when under the full effect of the lotus¡¯s malevolent aura. The gnarled wood goblins were equipped with shields and warhammers. The spore spiders also had an additional effect of being able to send out irritating spores. They would irritate skin, but would also close airways if breathed in, making them a truly threatening addition against flesh and blood enemies. It was just a shame that the spiders would not be evolved. The last that would not have the option¡­ their dungeon¡¯s RP flipped to zero. After finishing research on the topiary spider, Mark had decided to start sending the 8 daily RP toward unlocking the 250,000 beast evolution. It had been tempting to hold off on summoning the 5 spiders, before it was completed, but dungeon units were reaching terrifying levels of power. Mark was already looking at building a ninth floor as soon as possible. Of course the plan was to unlock their level 3 spider and centipede units to stock it with. But now¡­ Mark glanced at the 2nd evolution option available for 1,000,000 MP. A second evolution!!! Mark had immediately and hungrily read the details of the first evolution. To evolve a beast would already have to be at the fifth beast bloodline, or a 50% boost to its base power rating. The evolution would double it, meaning an evolved beast would have double the strength when first summoned. That did not take into account a beast unit''s experience level. An expert level beast would have an additional 50% boost. The second evolution would likely be at least another 50%. Of course it would take time to get a beast up to the expert level, but it was not inconceivable for a double evolved beast to be more than 2.5 times stronger than its base level. If he were to double evolve a carnivorous centipede with a base power rating of 3.8, it would have a power rating of 9.88 at the regular experience level that all their units would start at. Suddenly Henry¡¯s 10.4 did not seem quite so overwhelming. Mark felt a chill when he realized that the good dungeon at the north of the map was based on beasts. It did not seem like the other unit types would get to a high power rating as easily, or maybe they just had not researched that far. After all they only had up to level 4 unlocked on various humanoid class or germination upgrades. Suddenly, Mark felt they were severely behind in the battle. Maybe splitting their focus had been a detrimental mistake. But then he thought, Or maybe the beast upgrade path increases power rating drastically to keep them at a competitive level. Beasts did not have classes that gave additional abilities. They were not really able to use weapons or equipment, they only had their physical prowess. The bloodline only increased an aspect of the beast. The evolutions gave a sharp rise in strength, but at 500 MP a unit they could not do it indefinitely. A second evolution would raise the per unit cost even more. Mark could not help himself, he had enough MP to summon up to 16 evolved giant cock roaches at 650 MP a piece. It might be a waste of 10,000 MP, but they did need to understand the intricacies of how it worked. He would stop as soon as felt like he had things figured out. Mark spent 10 minutes thinking on how best to proceed, as he had a normal giant cockroach that was already in existence head his way. The cockroach had some bloodline upgrades, but would be a decent enough non evolved for him to compare them too. The evolution would work based off of a catalyst, but would also develop the creatures based on what bloodline upgrades were chosen. Mark eventually decided on four of each archetype: fierce, swift, tough, and mind. For the catalyst, he would choose one of the essences that he had an unlimited supply of. He decided to go with toxin, since it would likely go pretty well with most of their creepy crawlies. After summoning the four archetypes and comparing them to a non-evolved unit, Mark realized he probably did not need to summon too many more. It was exactly as he had thought.Unlawfully taken from Royal Road, this story should be reported if seen on Amazon. The fierce cockroach with 5 bloodline boosts to strength and endurance, became the largest of the 4 new units. Although all 4 were bigger than the non evolved, the fierce evolved was about 80% bigger. The mandibles also looked the most dangerous from the group. The swift evolved cockroach with boosts to dexterity and agility was only 20% bigger than the non-evolved, well at least body-wise. The legs were longer making it stand higher off the ground. The body was more streamlined. During a demonstration, it was far faster than any of the others. The fastest unit Mark had seen during the battle by a decent margin. The tough evolved cockroach had a noticeably thicker carapace. It was the second biggest body, perhaps 50% bigger than a non-evolved evolved, but its legs were closer to the ground. It also ran noticeably slower than any of the other four cockroaches, but it was a natural tank. The mind evolved cockroach was apparently the mage equivalent. All four evolved cock roaches had toxic melee attacks, a trait from the toxin catalyst, but the mind evolved had two magic attacks. The weakest of which was an attack called toxin missile. It formed in between the cockroaches mandibles before streaking out like a magic missile. The toxin missile hit the tree trunk blasting off the bark in the spot, but not much else. The liquid slowly slid down into the bark below like sap. Upon closer inspection the wound was starting to fester, but it was definitely not a quick process. It probably would not be super effective against plant type units or the undead, but beasts and humanoids it probably would. Mark imagined substituting the brimstone as a catalyst. It would probably end up similar to the corrosive attacks Mareth¡¯s units had used. The second attack was basically just a bigger version. The toxin bomb exploded against the trunk sending the liquid out in all directions. It would be a good area attack. Mark summoned a different cockroach, this time with only one of the mind beast bloodline upgrades. The idea was to get the magic attacks while developing the cockroach in other areas. It was a failure. He found that it took at least 3 bloodline upgrades in mind to get the effect, but the cockroach only got one spell. The spell was called toxic needles. A spray of toxic needles would shoot out. It appeared that the attacks would not always be the same, although similar. Another test with 3 mind bloodline boosts proved it. Mark had used the same other 2 bloodline boosts as the last. The result was once again only 1 spell, that was also different. Although this attack was the single target type of spell. The two cockroaches'' stats were also slightly different. It appeared that the evolution process always delivered something different. The fact that it took multiple mind bloodline boosts to get spells was not overly concerning. The cockroaches had poor manna based stats to begin with, so he would need all mind bloodline boosts if he wanted them to be useful. It was possible other naturally smarter beasts would be different, but none of them were really that smart to begin with. Mark could not help but to summon two more. One swift cockroach with electric essence. The result was not disappointing. The cockroach was even faster than the other swift cockroach. Mark had expected as much since the electric essence was more conducive to speed. Interestingly enough the electric cockroach had basically an energy bar that it could burn to move even faster, or use to electrify its attacks. The bar would apparently only refill slowly though. Mark expected it was due to having a poor wisdom attribute. The second cockroach evolved using stone essence as the catalyst. The armor became even thicker, the cockroach slower, and the defensive stat had sky rocketed past the other evolved cockroach tank. It was clear that catalyst¡¯s were not a one size fits all, if he used the right one it would reinforce what he was going for. Whereas the toxic essence might have actually been less complementary resulting in a weaker defense, but the toxic tank also had the toxic attack. Everything was a trade off. Mark did not have enough stone essence to make a line of tanks, but it was likely that metal from the mine would be fairly effective. It had taken 8 samples, but Mark felt that he had a good understanding on what they would need. He sighed, the 8 cockroaches only had a power rating of 2.1. They would be little more than fodder at this point. Definitely not worth their cost of 650 MP. Mark sent them off as he contemplated on where to go from here. Months had passed since the first of the dungeons had hit level 3. Things had been relatively peaceful for a while, but things were sure to kick off at some point. Once again, he was starting to feel that time was growing short. Dungeons would start making their move soon. Mark shifted to the notes part of the interface to see the latest tallies. Looking at the numbers always brought him some comfort. Months with no action, meant months of building their stockpiles. Enchanted arrows were their biggest surplus, and had broken into the six figures just recently, but they also had spare armor and weapons. They had enough potions and pills to give a large herbal shop a run for its money. They had so much that Mark had to have two large warehouses built, one for each of their main settlements. No longer would they store so much in the core room. If the warehouses were destroyed in an attack, they would respawn with everything they stored in perfect condition. The only issue with replacing an army now, would be the MP constraints of resummoning units. With things the way they were, Mark knew that they should start ensuring they had a buffer of MP at all times once again. Other than their equipment, their dungeon''s defenses had come along nicely. The wall was now about 12 feet tall. The double level archer tower was back further up on the hill, with full coverage. However two dozen smaller archer towers were scattered along the wall''s length. Each would support eight to ten archers. Then there were the other defenses, Mark thought smiling. Of course they would only work once. Chapter 66: Day 268 Mark had expected hostilities to start up at some point, but never did he think that Amelia and him would be the ones helping to kick them off. ¡°What did the message say exactly,¡± he said, running his fingers through his hair. ¡°Here,¡± Amelia just said, bringing up a chat window from the interface. There were multiple messages, back and forth from past interchanges between Gale and Amelia, but Mark¡¯s eyes focused on the latest. [Gale Barbary: Amelia, I am proposing a team up between the two of us. My plan is to take on Mr. Holt, hopefully with your assistance. He is the bigger threat to all of us. Unfortunately, if you are unable/unwilling to send a force in assistance, my plans will change. I cannot risk sending my forces so far with your dungeon right on my doorstep. You might not be the most dangerous threat, but I cannot disregard you, after your accomplishments in this battle. If you do choose to join, we will have to coordinate, so I can ensure that you are sending a sizable portion of your might in this endeavor. My forces will march south in 3 days. I hope your forces will be able to join us 4 days from now. Plan is to take out his volcano settlement before moving on to his home dungeon. I will standby, expecting your answer sometime this morning, and then we can work out the details.] ¡°So, what do you think?¡± Amelia asked frantically. Mark held up his hand as he thought about it for another minute. Amelia shifted her weight back and forth as she awaited his response. The message did not read differently his second time through. ¡°It¡¯s an ultimatum. Either we join her to take on Nicholas Holt, or she will attack us instead,¡± Mark sighed. ¡°Duh¡­ I got that much,¡± Amelia said, rolling her eyes. ¡°I was asking what you wanted to do. Honestly, teaming up with her seems like the way to go. Maybe we get Avery to join in forming an all girl alliance, and we can take out all the guys,¡± she added excitedly. ¡°Well it would definitely be too late to add Avery in all this since it would take her far longer to move an army across the map,¡± Mark stated, giving Amelia a depreciating look. ¡°As far as siding with Gale versus Nick, siding with Gale is clearly the better option given the alternative. Knocking Nick out would be great in the long run. However, I would not say this is really an alliance at all. She is not giving us a say in the matter, other than join her or she will attack us.¡± ¡°Well from her side of things, it would be pretty difficult to make a big move, when her next door neighbor who took out the last two dungeons in the area does not. If she is planning on moving on Nick, then I am sure she would be capping out her best units,¡± Amelia reasoned. Mark nodded. The line of thinking was definitely sound. It would be difficult for him to send a large army away with such a nearby threat, but he did not have to like the fact that Gale was basically twisting their arm to participate in her upcoming move. Mark knew what was driving, Gale¡¯s new move. Gale had finished researching Settlements III. It was evident since she had established not one but two new outposts. Gale had maxed out dungeon level 3 MP production. Perhaps now she was trying to push the MP production advantage while she still had it. Mark was fairly confident that if Gale were to attack their dungeon, they would be able to win the battle. However, it would also mean that the two dungeons would have to go at it until one dungeon emerged as the victor. Avery was too busy building up her dungeon since she clearly felt behind. Daniel Hale had not made any indication that he wanted an alliance. The other two would for sure not help in the conflict. Mark would love to bet on himself in the matter, but a more realistic part of him knew that the conflict would delay progress substantially. The other dungeons would only get stronger. Who could say a unique reward that they would get from defeating her would make up for the delay. ¡°We will join her, try to ask for a full week of time to prepare though,¡± Mark said finally. Amelia started thinking through how she wanted to say it, as Mark took stock of their situation. They currently sat at 289,324 MP, 52 DP, and 56 RP toward unlocking the black funnel web spider. The spider would not be unlocked prior to the army having to set out, so their top level 3 unit options would not be in play for the endeavor unless Mark wanted to use MP to unlock them. They would net more than another 120,000 MP in the next 3 days, meaning that Mark would have a good 400,000 MP to work with. Not that Mark wanted to use it all. In total they had over 1,800 units at their home dungeon, and that did not include the 100 auxiliaries. However, the 1,900 included a 1,000 unit mining refinement, a 450 unit archer division, and just under 100 plant units that would not be pulled for any reason. Mark had a 100 unit platoon of bugbears and a small squad of bugbears that would work separately under Henry to lead an army. However, he only had just under 300 other goblins to start out a force. At this point, an army would have to be in the thousands, but Mark would also have to consider the logistical support for such an army. It would not be cheap. Thankfully, he had already done much of the planning legwork. After all he had anticipated prospective armies, and spent no small amount of time refining it, but Amelia cut him off before he could start the preparations.Reading on Amazon or a pirate site? This novel is from Royal Road. Support the author by reading it there. ¡°She responded. Says, it will have to be in 3 days. No, she did not give a reason. I already asked,¡± Amelia said, looking at him. Mark sighed but nodded in affirmation. MP wise, they would definitely have enough to send a decent size army. He was more frustrated with the fact that they were being pushed into it, but then again he would rather hundreds of giant humanoids and lizardmen march on Nick¡¯s dungeon and not on theirs. However, the ensuing exchange that Amelia eventually gave up on mediating made Mark feel like changing his mind. Gale started to inquire about the forces that they would send. Mark knew that he would have to make their offer sound reasonable, but he also knew that Gale would want to push for them to send as much as possible. Nobody wanted to go full out on an attack, when their allies only sent a token force. Gale wanted their help, but she also wanted them to spend a lot of resources on the endeavor. Mark had thought that a full regiment of 1,200 units would be a good initial offer, but Gale wanted to know the force makeup. Amelia gave up at this point, giving Mark access to the chat with Gale. She was less than thrilled that the army would be made up of mostly tier 1¡¯s when her force would have hundreds of tier 2 and tier 3 giants and trolls. Mark had already explained that the goblins did not have any tier 2 units besides the bugbears and they would be at capacity with them already. Gale obviously knew about their ¡®insect¡¯ and plant branches, so Mark had to argue that most of them would just slow down the army. Their enchanted weapons were their strength anyways, so they would want them for the assault. A good hundred messages later, Mark and Gale came to an accord. Mark would have to send five full divisions of the lesser goblins, the bugbear platoon, 100 mages, and the spiders that he had planned for logistics. In all the force would be around 2,000 units. It would definitely squeeze their available MP, but Mark could not overly complain since the force Gale described that she would send would most definitely cost quite a bit more. Mark started to shift numbers. Four of the divisions would be infantry. The only limiting factor was that goblin legionnaires were capped at 625. The lesser goblins just could not fill in the role for forming a defensible shield wall. Mark decided that 150 for each division should be plenty. Mark could only sigh when he realized 600 legionnaires with level 3 classes would cost 162,000 MP. However, they should be the biggest single expense for him to make. The rest of the infantry would be made up of horned goblins. Mark decided he would only give them a level 1 class for 10 MP. In total the infantry would cost 233,400 MP. The fifth archer division on the other hand was ridiculously cheap. Mark would be spending less than 6,000 MP for the cheap units. He would not pay for classes for those he was required to summon, but half the force would be the leftovers from their attack on Mareth¡¯s dungeon anyways. Many of them had been sent through the barracks over the months. Mark also would not be paying any MP for the mages or bugbears. He already had capped out the bugbears, and had more than 100 level 4 yellow mages ready to go. It meant the only other expense would be the spiders, that would be used to carry supplies. At 600 MP per a base unit they were already fairly expensive. Mark definitely was not going to pay to evolve them, nor would he pay 300 to get them to bloodlines level 5. However, level 2 was fairly reasonable at 30 MP. Two fierce bloodline upgrades would help them carry a bit more. Mark had of course already established a logistical base for the wolf spiders. Five spiders without enhancements would be able to support the needs for just over a hundred units. Mark sighed. It would take about 95 spiders to carry everything for the army for a week''s duration. Mark cut the number down to 75, they would lose a lot of units in the first conflict at the volcano. Not to mention, the goblins would be carrying some of it themselves. Mark did the final calculation. The total endeavor would cost them around 292,000 MP. Mark checked their status, after several hours of working things out with Gale and doing his calculations, they already had enough to summon everything. Of course he would wait to minimize support expenses, but at least the attack would not require any of the MP that they earned from here on. The cost included summoning the required units and rations, but in total the endeavor would cost them far more. After all, a lot of manpower went into gathering and making the supplies that would be taken. Not to mention the MP and time it would take to rebuild the units that they already had. Just replacing the bugbears would be 150,000 MP, and that would not include them having more than 1 skill. They would all have to be re-sent through the gymnasium. Saying that it was a half a million MP army would actually be an understatement. Unfortunately, some of the new research projects would not be in play for this battle. Mark was especially looking forward to the grenadier class that was still in its infancy. Other than black powder stuffed into hide bombs, they did not have a use for their newly researched tech. The thunderstrike spell completed the day before, but it would not be in time to send units through the gym to learn it. On the other hand, they had plenty of gear ready to engage undead. Mark knew a bit about what they would be facing. The incorporeal spirits would be a definite threat. Luckily, they had things to use even against them. They would take some of their very first essence project the vitality bombs. Mark had a whole shelf full of them, despite never having used them. They also had shields that were double enchanted with defense and the protection enchantments. They would give the goblins some defense against curses or incorporeal beings. At least with the warehouse, he would no longer need to physically set aside gear for summoned units. He could do it all on the interface now. He could match any equipment in his warehouse right to the unit before summoning them. That had been the biggest heartache with preparing the army in the past. Managing goblins was a real chore, best to be avoided whenever possible. Chapter 67: Day 276 Nicholas Holt ¡°Jeeves! Another glass of wine,¡± Nicholas Holt demanded. It was not even 7 a.m. but he was already stationed on his chaise lounge chair. If he was going to be up this early, then he was going to do his best to be less miserable about it. The attack on his volcano essence outpost was not a surprise. Truth is he had been monitoring his enemies progress for days, and he had known about it before then. After all, a deal had already been brokered. There were two contenders that no longer belonged in this battle, and a third that was too far behind to matter. Initially Jeeves and himself had thought of manipulating the weaker dungeons to help him take on his real opponents. Of course the republic bastard and Gale would be thinking along the same lines. Even a lesser dungeon could make the difference in a head to head between Nicholas and any of the other dungeons. The others likely had come to the same conclusion. Going against two dungeons at once would be difficult to overcome. Well at least while still progressing his own dungeon. However similarly the other top contenders were of the same conclusion. Six dungeons were just too many, with alliances on the board. Sure this move would help Gale out more than him, but the alternative was less desirable. Gale¡¯s full might resulted in a far smaller force than what all the other dungeons could manage, but giants and trolls were extremely powerful. Add on several thousand fodder from another force, it would be impossible for him to focus all his efforts on Gale, resulting in a rather difficult battle. Gale had played both sides. She had given her next door neighbor an ultimatum, and she had given him an ultimatum. Jeeves had been unsure of which way she would actually move till the armies had set out. Nicholas would play along for now as would Leonard, although they all probably expected things to fall through within a matter of weeks. Nicholas shifted the view once again on the interface. The sun was already almost fully above the horizon, yet it was difficult to pick out his forces under the trees. The goblins were camped in a field several miles from his territory, planning on assaulting his settlement the next day. He doubted the goblin forces were expecting to be the ones being attacked. Nicholas saw a massive ten foot shape moving through the trees. It was one of his mummy lords. The massive clothes figure carried a massive coffin on his back. Nicholas had four branches from the undead tree unlocked. The first was the skeleton branch. The branch was made up of tier 1 units, only giving one tier 2 unit, the skeletal knight. Of course he also had a couple combination units that bolstered the branch in the higher tiers. His mummy and zombie branches both had several options in both tier 1 and tier 2. The mummy branch had even given a tier 3 unit, the mummy lord. The last branch he had unlocked was the tier 2 spirit branch, made up beings that were full or semi incorporeal. The weakest of the incorporeal units was a ghost with a 2.0 base power rating. They were probably weaker than a normal unit with the same power rating, but they were also difficult to kill with physical attacks. Enough physical attacks would scatter their essence enough resulting in the unit¡¯s death, but that would require quite a bit of effort. It would be difficult for units to focus on the task, since his army was already the most numerous among the dungeons. The more powerful spirit units were far more fearsome than even the ghost. All four branches followed the same upgrade path as the humanoid branches with classes and skills. Nicholas knew that much from conversations with Leonard and Gale. However, it would be his research lab foci that set his dungeon apart from the others. He had enchanting, essence, and embuing like probably all the other dungeons, but other dungeons could not use the necromancy focus. At least not very well since death magic would harm living casters. With necromancy, Nicholas was able to add to his forces both before and during battle. But his favorite focus by far was the dominion focus. It was a mix between skill and equipment. Various objects like the coffin that was being carried by the mummy lord could have many various effects. Perhaps it was because it was well suited for the undead, or perhaps it was due to him having the most researchers working on it, he had more dominion projects completed than almost all the rest put together. ¡°Young master, it appears there is chaos in the goblin camp,¡± Jeeves said, even as he refilled Nicholas¡¯ glass. He was already sharing his interface. Sure enough, he could see the whole goblin camp scrambling about. Nick checked the time. It was 0654. It was too soon. He sat back contemplating for a moment as he watched the butler¡¯s screen. What little the goblins had done to set up a camp was quickly being broken down. Soon they would be completely organized. That would not do. ¡°Jeeves, have our armies start,¡± Nicholas finally said. ¡°Young master, that might throw off the others,¡± Jeeves said hesitantly. ¡°Just do it! I will message them. A few minutes should not make much of a difference. If they are able to summon more units and give Gale and Leonard a harder time¡­ Well that would just be too bad,¡± Nicholas smirked. Nicholas sent a few quick messages, as Jeeves started moving the armies. The army was split in three. There would be a two pronged attack from the front by the two undead armies. The third fiend/demon army would be moving in from behind. By the time Nicholas had finished sending the messages, the goblins had become even more frantic. Nicholas watched while smirking. How had Amelia Cromwell made it this far? After having attacked her dungeon previously he had expected for her to have a few large undead beasts, but what was before him was a force almost entirely made up of tier 1 units. The bugbears were seemingly the lone exception, and there were only a hundred of them. The commander, though¡­ The bugbear commander was impressive, but then he had a title. He would hardly make a difference, especially since he had brought one of his own titled units. Nicholas had two units with a title. He had elected to move one up here while he deciphered Gale¡¯s true intentions. Now it seemed his titled would have a chance to throw down with another titled unit. Nicholas had decided to just name the unit after its title, so now the unit was Numerous ¡®the numerous.¡¯ He could care less if it seemed lazy, naming a zombie was tacky anyways. Luckily the title had fallen to one of the zombie tier 2 units, the wight. Very lucky since the title was given to the 5,000th unit to be summoned into existence at the same time. He was lucky that he had capped out many of the lower tier¡¯s already. No reason not to since they did not consume resources just by existing. Numerous¡¯ power rating was only 6.2, but it was not its power rating that made it dangerous. The unit was wrapped in chains that it could swing about its bodies to keep enemies at bay. All while weaker 2.0 to 3.0 skeletons summoned all around it. Numerous could only have up to 10 times its power rating in existence at once meaning 62, but they would immediately start pulling themselves out of the ground within seconds of their predecessor dying. It meant Numerous could send a steady stream of 20 to 30 weaker wights to attack enemies. Numerous might not be the best frontliner, but how many hundreds of units could he spawn over the course of a battle. The two undead armies broke the tree line first. Already the goblins were starting to form ranks. However, their ranks started to become chaotic once again when the commander realized that another fiend army was coming from the opposite direction. The fiend army was still a good minute out, but they could not be disregarded. It was a couple months worth of sponsorship packages after all. A level 5 sponsorship package could give a half dozen decently strong units for the tier, a dozen slightly weaker units, or 25 even weaker units. This fiend army was composed of all three types. There were some remnants from tier 2 sponsorship packages, but most of the army had been opened after their dungeon had hit level 3. The power rating for the 400 odd fiends fell between 3.5 and 5.0. Nicholas used them in every battle since maintaining them did cost some MP. A goblin shield wall formed on both sides. The more elite bugbears, goblin reserves, and archers formed up in the center. Several goblins in the center started beating war drums. Nicholas scoffed that they thought a shield wall held up by a bunch of tier 1¡¯s would stop his forces. However, he was enjoying the cadence from the drums. His own army was eerily silent all of the time, except for the banshees none said a word. Nicholas wondered if the goblins plan was to hold out long enough for Gale came to their aid. Nicholas knew that would not happen. Gale¡¯s army wasn¡¯t even here, but then his jaw dropped as an earthen wall sprang into existence nearly entirely around the force. The wall was a good four feet tall with an additional ditch right before it. Not something that could not be overcome, but it would certainly help. Then came a volley of arrows. Nicholas watched as they duplicated in the air before crashing down into the front ranks of pygmy skeletons. Tiny explosions erupted among his fodder, killing over a hundred pygmies all at once. Not a big deal since that was the purpose of the pygmies, but Nicholas had only thought it would happen after several volleys and they had also come into range of the goblin mages. The one volley had been quite effective. Twenty five wights broke out into the front of the left army. They were Numerous spawned. The goblins answered with arrows that duplicated before bursting into flames. A good deal of the wights went down, Nicholas'' eyes shifted to where Numerous was. Only a second later zombie arms started pulling themselves out of the earth. Always fun to watch. If there was anything that his army was good at, it was overwhelming numbers. Right now their forces might be equivalent as far as numbers were concerned, but in a matter of minutes his force would bulk up. A wave of ghosts overtook the vanguard. Over a hundred translucent white wisps. This was where things would start going wrong with the goblins. The incorporeal beings always threw enemy forces into chaos while the stronger undead approached. However, a new volley of arrows burst into light and swept through the ghost ranks. Nicholas was shocked as he watched the arrows annihilate his ghosts. Only about 20% made it through unscathed. It was still enough to cause confusion, but it would not throw the force into full disarray as expected. The shock only continued, when the ghosts quickly closed the distance before a another volley could be launched. Normally the ghosts would pass right through units unhindered, before they were able to become more tangible and strike from behind unexpectedly. However the ghosts slammed to a stop on the goblin¡¯s shield wall. The shields flared blue in response and repelled the ghosts.. A few ghosts tried to go up and over, but the further ghosts separated from the ground the slower they became. The ones who attempted to go up and over became easy pickings for the archers on the back line. Amelia¡¯s dungeon enchantments were certainly living up to what they had heard and seen.The narrative has been illicitly obtained; should you discover it on Amazon, report the violation. In the end it would not matter, a new wall of tier 1 skeletal soldiers and tier 2 skeletal knights were moving in from the left flank. Each carried a shield and a melee weapon. Similarly from the right flank were mummies and zombies bearing shields before them as they closed on the earthen fort. The enchanted arrows had been more effective than Nicholas had expected, but even they would not be as effective against higher defenses. Right behind the shield bearers were the special forces. Dominion units and mages that were the true trump card of his forces. As expected the next volley of arrows were far less effective. Some arrows pierced right through the shields and into their bearers, but far fewer undead units fell as they closed on the wall. Then the goblins had to start to split their focus as 400 fiends broke out of the tree cover and into the open from behind. Many of the fiends carried a shield and all of them had fairly decent defensive stats. Arrows sifted through their ranks, but not a single fiend went down. However, the goblin forces immediately countered. The heavily armored bugbear platoon hopped over the wall to engage the fiends outside of the walls. Seemingly at once all of the forces met. Skeletons, zombies, and mummies slammed into the front wall, and the bugbear platoon and fiend army slammed together. Outnumbered and weaker than most of the fiends, Nicholas expected the bugbear platoon to buckle fairly quickly, but the bugbears were actually carving into the fiends. It only took Nicholas a moment to realize that the difference was made due to skills. If that was the case, their skill bars would run empty in a minute or two. Then the fiends would quickly take the upper hand. His attention turned to the other side. Several powerful tier 3 banshees swept the front line shields with their sonic wails. The wails did not effect the undead, but whole swaths of the shield wall opened up as the goblin units fell back clutching their ears and eyes which were already bleeding. Undead started making their way over the walls. Ghosts, wraiths, shadows, and spectors also started pouring past the protective shield wall that likely would have kept them out. It looked like the battle had quickly shifted to being a slaughter, all thanks to the spirit branch. A shame since the dominion units and mages were coming into range. However, the goblin force had a new surprise. A handful of round globe like objects were cast out from the center to the different parts of the front line. Each exploded, sending golden energy in all directions. Tier 1, 2, or 3, it did not matter, all of the spirit units caught in the aura were obliterated. They screamed as they were torn from existence. Wights, zombies, and skeletons fared better, although more than a few collapsed.. Conversely the injured and wounded goblins started jumping back up to their feet. The aura only lasted for a couple of seconds, but it had renewed the goblin forces and devastated his own. Nearly all of his spirit units had been whipped out by the one move. Nicholas gripped his chair. The goblin ranks were still fairly chaotic, but they were already coming back together. They had anti-undead bombs? and they were alarmingly effective. He was beginning to feel pissed off. Not because he thought that he would lose, but from the fact that this battle was starting to seriously cost him. Still he controlled his rage as he saw his trump card come into play. The special force units got into range. Undead eldritch mages started firing green flames into the goblin ranks. Necromancers sent black globs of energy forward. They passed right through the bodies of goblins archers and into the ground. Within seconds bony or flesh covered fingers started pulling themselves from the earth. Other necromancers outside of the wall were bringing back fallen undead and goblins. It was not a true resurrection. They would collapse when the spells wore off. To maintain balance the battle creators had put limits preventing him from making an infinitely reviving army. Dozens of dominion carrying units started to make their move. The only downside about dominion was that the units could not move while asserting their dominion. Thoroughly interspaced mummy lords slammed undead banners into the ground. All of the undead within the banners range would become 20% stronger and their wounds would heal. Other high level undead whipped around their dominion items. There were all sorts. Coffins that had chains that shot out to ensnare goblins before pulling them into the coffin. Other coffins released powerful undead guards that were both powerful and difficult to kill. Goblin mages and archers started targeting his special forces, but most of their efforts were in vain. Chains knocked fireballs aside. Most of the arrows were not powerful enough to take down the stronger undead. There was not enough concentrated fire. Most of the goblin archers were still trying to fight off the undead popping up out of the ground within their midst. The 75 wolf spiders had already been sent out to aid the bugbear platoon as their skills began to wane. That fight would actually eventually go his way, but it would be a slow tilt of the scale. The bugbears would last longer than he would have expected. Amelia had certainly spent a lot of time and resources to make that force quite strong. If he was not pissed off, he would have felt quite good about it. The fiends would deal with a force that she had put such care into raising. Undone by 3 months worth of sponsorship packages. The goblins inside the makeshift fort were now in complete disarray. Undead unearthing in their midst, and goblins rising from the dead made it impossible for them to hold a line. Until that point the handful of bugbears that were leading had managed to hold things together, but now things seemed past the point of no return. Pockets of goblins were fiercely fighting to stay alive. Apparently, the bugbear commander had come to the same conclusion. He roared, ¡°On me! On me.¡± A good eight bugbears that were still alive within the mayhem made their way toward the bugbear commander, abandoning their zones of control. ¡°I think they are going to try to break out and escape,¡± Nicholas warned. Jeeves immediately started barking orders to close the net. Half a minute later the bugbear commander started forward. Except instead of trying to break out through the rear or try to escape through the flank, he went straight into the undead force in front. ¡°Hmmm, looks like instead of escaping, he is going on a warpath.¡± Jeeves mumbled quietly. Nicholas watched as the bugbear commander led a wedge of other units into his own forces. One part of him had wanted them to try and escape. He would lose less units. If things went according to plan it would not matter if the force was wiped out or not. The other part of him wanted to continue to watch the showdown, after all he hardly had much occasion for excitement over the last half year. The bugbear commander¡¯s war hammer swept back and forth turning bones and flesh into paste as he surged forward. His charge quickly breached through the front lines and into open space. A half dozen eldritch spells slammed into a shield bubble that formed around him. He emerged unscathed, hardly losing a step. Nicholas smiled, they had actually just finished researching the energy shield enchantment. Nice to see what they had to look forward to. A skeletal knight carrying a dominion tombstone sent streaks of energy his way. The energy went right into the commander. They seemingly had not done anything, but Nicholas knew that the bugbear commander¡¯s stamina would drain quicker and he would not be as fast or strong. It was an all purpose debuff. A second skeletal knight with a dominion tombstone sent out red streaks of light. They hit the bugbear, flashing red and then down into the earth. Red ethereal chains formed wrists and ankles tethering the commander to the earth. The chains could stretch indefinitely in theory. In practice their pull to that spot of earth would become stronger the further the ensnared unit moved from the spot. However the commander seemingly flashed right through the red tethers that hovered momentarily before winking from existence. Neither did he seem weakened by the debuff. Nicholas could only guess at the reason, but they had not taken effect. The bugbear commander surged toward the two skeletal knights. They both attempted to use their dominion tombstones as melee weapons, but the bugbear commander bashed right through them. Several mummy lords had chains pour from their coffins. The bugbear commander was too quick and strong, he powered right through them, smashing them and their coffins. Other high level undead closed in on him, including several dozen grave rippers. The rippers were combination units between his zombie and mummy units, overpowered half clothed wrapped skeletons, They were currently the pinnacle of what Nicholas could currently bring to bear in melee. Their base power rating was 3.4, but these units were well past that. They were the perfect close combat fighters since they fought with such ferocity. His other tier 3 unit the mummy lord on the other hand was big and slow. Electricity sparked from the bugbears eyes and hammer as the rippers closed in on him. He was finally going all out. Nicholas frowned when the first swing obliterated one of the rippers. The backswing destroyed another. He once again felt the rage built as he watched his best melee fighters easily get blasted into fragments, and the enemy general showed no signs of stopping. This battle was becoming beyond costly. However, the bugbear commander was now alone in his assault. The rest of the force that had formed and followed him had faltered quite quickly as they engaged the more powerful undead units. These goblins were hardly going to cost a thing. They were stuck fighting Numerous¡¯ wights. All while they were preyed upon by the other high tier undead. Goblins screamed as chains dragged them toward the abyss inside of each coffin. The coffins closed briefly, before sending out a chain wrapped mummy to fight its former comrades. Seconds later the chains streaked back out to catch another. The chain wrapped mummies would only last for a day, but since they had a 50% increase to the victims power rating, they were quite fearsome. In another minute the goblins that had followed their commander would be obliterated. The goblins in the makeshift fort would be finished in a matter of minutes as well. The bugbears and spiders would fall soon after as more undead joined the fiends in exterminating them. However, Nicholas could not feel too enthusiastic about the fact when he had tier 2¡¯s and 3¡¯s falling in quick succession to the bugbear leader. From all appearances the bugbear had every base skill along with its abilities, and some¡­ Just by himself, the commander had already cost him six figures worth of MP, and worse even if Nicholas put him down, he would respawn in a matter of months if Amelia survived this ordeal. Gale and Leonard better come through on their side of things. Too think he had mainly partook in this battle to gain units more experience. He should have just sat back and waited for Amelia¡¯s dungeon core to be crushed. She would have likely had too much on her plate to take the battle to him this morning. Then again, how was he to know that his spirit units would all be killed so easily. He would just have to chalk this battle up as a learning experience in what other dungeons could be capable of. The bugbear commander made it to the back of the undead army. He had zeroed in on Numerous. A fresh batch of wights started pulling themselves from the earth. They surged forward to only be quickly crushed. Seconds later their replacements were pulling themselves out. However the two titled units were already going at it. The bugbear commander had clearly burned through and used most of his trump cards. Numerous on the other hand was strengthened by undead banners and could use its chains to keep its distance and attack from all sides. The wights who spawned one after the other aided where they could. They could not do much, but they delayed the bugbear¡¯s advance which was enough for Numerous to keep out of range. Another tombstone welding knight sent red tendrils from its tombstone. This time the cuffs remained on the wrists and ankles. Red ethereal chains secured the bugbear commander to the ground. The titled unit ignored them as he continued to try and kill Numerous. The bugbear commander had to know he would not be escaping now, so was making every effort to bring as many down as he could. More debuffs hit the leader and caused him to start to noticably flag. Numerous just maintained its distance. Wights continued to pull themselves from the ground and swarm the bugbear commander, who now could only fend them off. The bugbear commander changed tactics to try and kill the skeletal knight who had tethered him, but a red energy shield sprung into existence stopping the blows. Cracks formed on the red shield, but they were half way healed before the next blow. The energy shield would not be broken in time. The wights closed in and the bugbear commander had to give up. The tether dominion shield would not protect knight from any unit that was not so ensnared, but apparently even a 10.4 power rating unit would not be able to break it on their own. In another minute, it was all over. Pockets of resistance still struggled among the goblins and bugbear platoon, but his losses from now on would be nearly nonexistent. Most of the undead were sitting back and allowing the necromancer summons to do the fighting, at Jeeves direction. Chapter 68: Day 276 According to the game plan the assault on the volcano was supposed to occur around 0900. Mark was already up and around well before then. He was up when he got the voice report from Henry. ¡°Boss, one of my bugbears is reporting something unusual at the giant camp.¡± It only took Mark a moment to locate the bugbear and transfer a contact to him. Technically he was one of Henry¡¯s connected squad, but he was away from the squad leader so was currently considered an individual. ¡°What is going on?¡± Mark asked as soon as the connection was established. ¡°Boss¡­? At dawn I moved to check up on the giant camp with a few lil bits. I¡¯ve been watching them for a few minutes now¡­ Something just doesn¡¯t seem right. The few that are up and around keep repeating the same motions,¡± the bugbear said hesitantly. Mark studied the camp. Over the last 3 days they had kept constant visuals on the enemy camp through multiple scouting teams. Mark wanted to verify that Gale¡¯s army was proceeding in parallel to their own. However, sure enough Mark recognized the tell tale signs of multiple lizardmen, trolls, or giants stuck in a time loop. Some stood deathly still, others were making the same movement every 30 seconds or so. There was even a case where one troll scratched his ass every half minute or so. ¡°Make a lot of noise and see if anything changes,¡± Mark ordered the bugbear. The bugbear and green goblins immediately started hooping and hollering. There were some changes from the camp. Dozens of lizardmen interspersed throughout the camp immediately rose and oriented in their direction. A handful had been on watch, but many had just been asleep. However, Mark noticed that they were few and far between. Not to mention not a single unit from the trolls or giants stirred. Mark switched to the connection with Henry. ¡°Henry, break down the camp. The giant army is not there. They left a small contingent with some kind of ability to make a mirage. I think they might be marching back toward our dungeon. You will have to catch up to them,¡± Mark shouted through the connection. His mind was already playing through the worst scenario. Clearly if Gale¡¯s army was not where it was camped then it could only mean she was playing them. There was no doubt that Nicholas Holt already knew the two armies were there, so having a fake army would not be for him. Mark cursed as his mind scrambled. There was a good chance that they had marched all night. His mind calmed down a bit. They should still be several days out. It was unlikely that Henry and his army could make it back in time, but Mark was sure that their home dungeon could fend them off even without them. Unfortunately, it would mean playing cards that he had hoped would not have to be played, but there was nothing he could do about it now. However, minutes later Mark realized that there was an even worse case scenario that he had not considered. His interface alarm went off. Red dots were already entering their territory. His heart sank. In the seconds it took for him to shift his view to that edge of the territory, dozens had already crossed the boundary. It only took Mark one look. The very trees were being affected as giants and large trolls moved between them. Mark could already see a few of the lumbering shapes. Either Gale had a second army or he had just found the missing one. Who was to say that the army marching south for the past few days had not been a mirage for their scouts to report back on the entire time. It was not overly surprising that goblin scouts could be fooled for so long. Henry came over the link reporting that multiple armies were closing in on their location, but that was the least of his concerns when their very house was on fire. Mark noted it, but did not even feign to answer. ¡°Nasal!¡± Mark shouted. ¡°prepare for battle against lizardmen, giants, and trolls¡± Nasal sputtered awake for a moment, so Mark repeated the order adding, ¡°Sound the alarm in the mines, crafters, and researchers. We will need everyone.¡± ¡°Yes, boss,¡± Nasal said after he gave the order for the second time. Mark shifted his interface back to the camp. In only seconds the camp was stirring. Nasal was shouting and rousing the sleeping goblins. Thankfully, for them Gale¡¯s army had entered the territory from the far side. Since they had moved their dungeon entrance to the complete other side, Gale¡¯s forces still had to travel two full leagues. It should take them at least twenty minutes¡­ Well assuming Gale wanted the lizardmen to be a part of the attack. The larger giants and trolls could probably cross that distance in half the time. Mark¡¯s mind was already blazing, as he considered what else he could do. Amelia started swearing from inside their hut, but he had to disregard her for now as well. Gale was already inside their territory, so they could not summon more units. Luckily, he had bolstered their defenses slightly by adding more sunflower units in the last few days, but maxing out the sunflowers was not a lot of additional units since they would be facing a full army. Besides, the sun was just now coming up. Their special sunburst ability would only be at half charge. That left the dungeon. Mark could not help but make a quick sarcastic laugh when he saw they were right at 100 DP. Mark instantly spent it, creating the ninth floor that he had long ago designed. He also immediately paid the 10% penalty to convert MP to RP to finish unlocking the giant centipede. The black funnel spider had finished days ago, the same day their army had departed. Fortunately, Mark had built a few evolved samples. However, for the centipede, he would have to pick essences blind. He did not know how much time he would have. They only had enough stone essence on hand for a handful of evolutions. Mark made a stone essence evolved giant centipede as the floor guardian. Nine other giant centipedes got brimstone essence evolved. Mark evolved 5 black funnel web spiders with stone essence, and gave the other 10 toxic essence. The guardian had a power rating of 8.8. The other giant centipedes had a power rating that rounded up to 8.0. All of the spiders were at 6.3. However, Mark did not even note them. He was already onto the next thing. They did not have enough MP to make the maelstroms on both the 8th and 9th floors, so Mark had to settle on one just for the 8th floor. It was a good thing, he had gotten it all done within about a minute of the giants entering their territory. Amelia stormed out repeatedly shouting ¡®that bitch,¡¯ but then she froze in place as a new alarm rang. Adventurers had entered their dungeon. Mark flipped his personal interface screen to the first floor entrance. Twenty bulky green skinned orcs had entered their dungeon, Seventeen tier 2 Orc Warmongers and 3 tier 3 Orc Chieftains. All of them had a power rating of 4.5 up to 5.3, and all had muscles that far surpassed what a human bodybuilder on steroids could manage. All of the warmongers wore heavy armor. All of the chieftains wore robes and carried gnarled staff. They looked every bit as strong as the warmongers, but it was clear the 3 were mages. Regardless, Mark felt furry in the pit of his stomach. The orcs belonged to Leonard Boulevic. Gale was moving on to their home dungeon, and Nicholas had his armies surrounding the army they had sent his way, and now Leonard was locking down their dungeon and potentially paving the way for Gale through the first few floors. Based on the time of the three attacks it was clear that they had coordinated with each other. Shouldn¡¯t they worry about one another? Why were they all working together against the last ranked dungeon?This novel''s true home is a different platform. Support the author by finding it there. Mark only allowed himself to be sidetracked for a half a minute. He sent a quick message to Henry that he would have to manage things on his own, while Mark focused on the upcoming fight on the surface. If the surface fell, their dungeon would likely follow. There was a fair chance that adventuring parties would not be able to take the dungeon at this point, but if Gale was able to attack with even a quarter of her army, then the dungeon likely would not hold up. It would certainly be true, if Leonard cleared many of the floors for her. Mark spent the next several key minutes fine tuning orders to Nasal to carry out. He directed for various arrows, pots of poison, and other consumables to be distributed. The trolls had a regenerative ability, so Mark made certain that necrotic arrows and weapons were one of the main priorities. The various archer towers carried a small assortment of various types, but Mark needed to ensure they all had the best tool for the job. The alarm had sounded in the mine, but less than half of the thousand miners had made it out, although more trickled out every few seconds. Mark elected to have them form up as a second line of defense right before the pagoda tower. Manning the walls, likely would not do any good when a giant would go right over or smash it to pieces. The gnomes were retreating so they would not get involved in the battle. Amelia reappeared from the hut. She had noticed that he was too busy to engage with her, so had taken the opportunity to go to the bathroom. ¡°What exactly is going on? How did Gale get her army back here?¡± Amelia asked, looking back up at the large interface screen. Trolls and giants were marching through the large clearing where the original dungeon had been. Counters had appeared on the side and were ticking up as more and more emerged from the trees. All of the lizardmen unit types were represented from Hatchling to the tier 2 dominators. All four types of trolls were also present including the tier 3 hill and cave trolls. However, the five giants were the only unit types that were completely new. There were five different types. The Ogres were the only tier 2 unit. The hill giant, Ettin, Cyclops, and cloud giants on the other hand were all tier 3 units. The hill giants were slightly taller than the ogres, standing about 12 feet in height. They were sturdy looking. Each wore heavy plate armor that covered their frame except for the cavemen-like features of their face. The ettins were the same height as the cave trolls, standing about 15 feet in height. They only wore vest like plate allowing more freedom of movement for their muscular tanned arms. The cyclops were about the same height. They differed in that their skin had a pink hue and they more resembled sumo wrestlers. Like the cloud giants, they only wore hides across their massive frame. The cloud giants were the tallest, at around 18 feet. They were extremely slender in comparison to the other giants, with blue skin and blue hair. They were the only giants that were not welding tree trunk sized clubs, so Mark guessed they were more of mage types. The cloud giants and cyclops were the strongest units on the field. Mark guessed their base power rating was at the top of the tier at 3.8 or 3.9. The two headed Ettin was likely in the mid 3¡¯s. The hill giant was likely in the low 3¡¯s, and was not much more powerful than the ogres. Regardless, they were all powerful, and like the two giant troll units they would easily be able to get over the wall. In total there were about 200 giant humanoids, including all of the giant unit types and the tier 3 troll units. There were over 800 lizardmen and lesser trolls with just over 250 being at the tier 2 level. There were 300 lizardmen regulars, 250 centurions, and about 200 lowland and regular trolls. There were a couple dozen hatchlings as well, but they were likely for auxiliary purposes such as scouting. After a moment of sizing up Gale¡¯s forces, Mark finally answered Amelia, ¡°This morning our scouts figured out that Gale¡¯s camp was basically all a mirage, and I guess they have been for the last few days. She never sent her army south, just a small contingent of lizardmen to keep up the ruse. Obviously Nick and Leonard were coordinating with her. I was able to build our ninth floor prior to them appearing in our dungeon, but that was it.¡± ¡°Oh¡­¡± Amelia said solemnly, staring at the screen. Giant humanoids were on their way to end their very existence. The dungeon''s tunnels and rooms had grown in size to accommodate larger units with every dungeon level, but even so the giant humanoids would have to stoop fairly low, and they would take up most of corridor width size as well. Likely, Gale had come to the same conclusion. It might be the lizardmen who carried out the main dungeon assault, after the giants took the surface. Of course they would likely enter the dungeon too for the bigger rooms. No they would have to stop them on the surface. ¡°How was that bitch able to fool us for multiple days?¡± ¡°I don¡¯t know. Likely due to the goblins'' poor observance abilities. As far as the giant holograms forming the army that traveled south. I would say it would have to be an essence ability, the same as the fog that surrounds her territories,¡± Mark stated shrugging. ¡°That bitch! I can¡¯t believe she lured us to send our army south and then stabbed us in the back,¡± Amelia stated exasperated. Mark heard her, but his attention was currently on his personal interface screen. He felt the same way, but they could not change anything now. Regardless, not too much would have changed had Gale just attacked out of the blue. If she was able to march an army through the night and into their territory without them knowing then it was likely Mark would not have had a bunch of additional units already summoned to deal with her. Having Henry would have been nice though. Still if they were able to survive, he needed to observe what happened on all fronts. He directed Amelia to open her interface to the adventurers in their dungeon. They would monitor all three battles as they occurred. Still Mark could care less about the orcs for now. They would easily slaughter through several floors before even showing any of their true capabilities. He could watch them if they were still going, and they stopped Gale on the surface. Nicholas¡¯ forces of undead and fiends had been engaged with their army for a good 5 minutes now. At the start the forces were about evenly matched in size, and Mark had thought they might even stand a chance. Mark had started watching, right at the point where all of the spirit units were quickly and handily dealt with. The vitality bombs were outstanding, and the double enchanted shields that bore the defensive and protection enchantments had worked well. However, once the specialized higher level undead started to get involved things started to turn. Mages were raising more skeletons and zombies from the earth, in addition to reviving their own and goblin dead. Then there were the coffin and gravestone bearing special moves. It was now clear that the goblins were fighting a losing battle. Henry had apparently come to the same conclusion. Mark watched him set out on a final charge. Tethered chains and debuffs failed to take hold, as Henry used his newest spell, reversal. As far as Mark could tell the spell actually dealt with time. One of its biggest uses was to be a backup for his soak skill since wounds could just be reversed, and apparently so could things like debuffs. Henry¡¯s final charge was starting to wind down, when Gale¡¯s forces started emerging from the trees. The trees had been cleared for hundreds of feet from the wall, but the space did not look like a lot, when the giants would cover so much ground with their long strides. Contrary to what he had expected the giants did stop. They were going to wait for the lizardmen to catch up. ¡°Nasal, as soon as they start forward again, have the archers fire. Concentrate fire on the giants and trolls. Necrotic and piercing arrows.¡± The dungeon proper was uphill, so the units were already at the edge of their range. ¡°Yes boss,¡± the defensive commander replied. Mark watched the rest of the battle on his personnel interface. Henry went down mere moments before the charge began. In all the battle only lasted 15 to 20 minutes. Chapter 69: Day 276 The reason why the giants and trolls waited for the lizardmen became immediately apparent. Giants had carried ladders and various other equipment dropping them off in piles, which the lizardmen immediately began picking through. Dozens emerged with cords and satchels filled with light blue shot put sized orbs. They were basically miniature versions of the dungeon cores, except they were sky blue instead of the royal blue of the cores. Two lizardmen each took one of the cord handles and moved away from each other, while a third grabbed an orb and moved to the center. They had giant slingshots. The earth version of them would be used to launch water balloons, but these would be used to launch the glowing blue orbs, that would do who knows what. ¡°Nasal fire now,¡± Mark ordered. Before it was beneficial to wait as more goblins trickled from the mine to set up a second line of defense, but Mark was not about to let them have the first shot. A volley of arrows streaked into the air from the double pagoda archer tower. Smaller volleys joined from each of the smaller towers that stood just beyond the wall. Arrows duplicated in the air before screaming down. However, Mark watched with dismay as many landed short. Others clinked off the armor of the giant humanoids. A couple of the weaker units were killed, but not a single giant fell from the volley. All of the arrow heads would have necrotic damage from having their tips being quenched in undead guardian eyecore, but that would not be the case for the duplicates. The volley had done very little. The giants weathered through the cloud of arrows, not twitching in the slightest. However, as soon as the arrows had passed one of the cloud giants blew a horn, and all two hundred giant humanoids started forward. The lesser trolls and lizardmen, that numbered about 800, held back to allow the giants to crush all the defenses. Seconds later, the lizardmen launched their first slingshot volley. Blue orbs streaked through the air. The hill was not overly steep, but the walls and towers were still at a higher elevation. Mark expected the orbs to fall well short, but could only watch in surprise as every single one covered the distance, with many going well above the walls. The weakest shots crashed into the wall. The orbs exploded and ice exploded across the wall in all directions and left about a 10 foot radius of ice accumulation on the wall. Most of the orbs sailed harmlessly over the wall, failing to hit anything exploding harmlessly, creating ice patches in the midst of the defenses. Not surprising since it was mostly open ground. A few crashed against the double pagoda tower energy shield that flared in light. Seemingly the orbs disintegrated on impact, with the normally translucent shield fading quickly from view after each hit. Still Mark grimmaced when one sunflower was struck right in the face. The impact froze the head and petals. The stem whipped back from the impact before righting itself, however it did not stand for more than the moment. The head of the sunflower lay broken into pieces on the earth. The unit nearly instantly. Quite a few others hit all around the goblin forming up below the tower. Mark shifted his attention back to the field. Normally he was the type to play his trump card near the end of things cinching the victory. However, he would have to play it immediately to catch the really dangerous units of Gale¡¯s army. Who knows, if things went well enough, Gale might even break off her attack, cutting her losses. The effectiveness of this move would determine whether they would stand a chance today. Failure would mean a sure defeat. Hopefully, Ezekiel knew what he was doing. When Ezekiel had found out about the idea, he had wanted to be a part of it. A good thing since he had also improved it substantially since he had arranged for several hundred enchantments to all go off at the same time. The goblin army had just used their newest Earth shaper enchantments to build a makeshift wall, quite effectively. Now Mark was going to use the enchantment for something else entirely. Unfortunately, this would be a one time move. He would never be able to play this card again. He would only be able to use this move at this location once, since it would be too much effort to clear away a literal mountain of rubble, so they would have to make it count. He smiled. Gale had no idea what she was marching into. ¡°Get ready Ezekiel¡­¡± Mark shouted. He watched as the advancing giants and trolls hit the inconspicuous points marked on the surface. ¡°Do it! Do it¡­¡± ¡°Muhahahah,¡± Mark only heard maniacal laughter before it was abruptly cut off. For a split second he thought Ezekiel had screwed him since nothing happened. Then the whole hillside beneath the giants and trolls fell out from under them. Hundreds of earth shaper enchantments went off at once in the caverns and tunnels below. Each moved a small section of rock and earth. One enchantment by itself would not have done much, but hundreds going off all at once according to Ezekiel''s design took away all structural support of the rock above allowing it to collapse in on itself. Mark had spent a lot of time and effort calculating this one trap. Even utilizing the kobolds to expand caverns and tunnels over the course of several months. He hated to use it here, but their survival was on the line.The collapse occurred all around the wall, a full arc a mere two hundred feet from the outer wall. The amount of tonnage that collapsed had to be in the hundreds of millions, probably even billions. A fog like layer of dust and dirt covered the open field. A good majority of Gale¡¯s giants and trolls had been caught dead center in the giant trap. Their counters started streaking toward zero. However, Mark was dismayed to see that their were still a decent number of giant silhouettes standing amidst the dust haze. Some had already made it to the other side, even more had lagged behind. Both groups stood at the edge of the brand new v shaped divot in the land. The dust started to clear quite quickly revealing the tallest of the giants who were a mere 200 feet from the walls staring back dumbly at the space, where the rest of their brethren had stood just moments earlier. Amelia was squealing in delight, clapping her hands. She had known about the trump card, but probably had not understood the exact degree of carnage the move could create. The giants and tier 3 trolls were the biggest threat, and most of them had just been extinguished all at once. However, his joy was not long lived. In the goblins eyes they likely thought they had this fight in the bag, but assuming Gale did not pull out, there was still a battle ahead. ¡°Nasal have the archers fire,¡± Mark shouted. The goblins had also stopped and started cheering at the sight, but there was still a battle to go one. A good dozen giants stood on the dungeon side of their new major landscaping endeavor. They might be staring dumbly back for now, but it would not last. A handful of hill trolls stood on the far side. Shorter than the giants, they had quickly fallen behind, saving them from being caught in the perilous trap. The goblin force quickly reigned themselves in, although their fervor was still quite palpable. Several goblin drummers started hammering away as the archers loosed another volley. The giants and trolls continued to stare dumbly for a while longer. Perhaps Gale herself was struck dumbfounded from the blow to her forces, or perhaps she was just having difficulty getting through to the giants and trolls. The second volley also failed to release them from their stupor. However, the lizardmen were already back to firing their slingshots, once again sending deadly projectiles over the wall. Two more sunflowers and a score of goblins on top of one of the wall archer towers were killed instantly by the ice projectiles. The hundreds of others not shooting the deadly projectiles started marching forward to join the fight. The surface of their dungeon was still very much in contention. Then Mark saw about a dozen large shapes pulling themselves from the rubble. It was near the far edge of the collapse, but some of the victims that had fallen with the earth had survived. Mark noted that every single one of them was either a cave or hill troll. Rather than crawl out to the far side though they started moving down toward the bottom of the divot. They were once again advancing. Perhaps seeing the trolls once again advancing motivated the giants on the near edge. They all turned around with fire in their eyes. The collapse had killed every single ogre and hill giant in the army. Only one two headed ettin had managed to survive, and only 3 cave trolls. Two dozen hill trolls started climbing down from the far side. Twelve cloud giants and a half dozen cyclops standing on the wall side of the collapse turned and started lumbering forward. Sunflower sunbursts all struck out as one. Mark had summoned an additional 50 in the last few days to cap out the unit at 125. Despite having had a few already fall in battle, there were still plenty to wreak havoc on the approaching army. It was the six cyclops standing at the forefront who took the blasts to the face and chest. The sunflowers might not have charged them to full power, but an average of several dozen half charged blasts to one giant was still not something that could be looked down upon. Four of the cyclops were dead before their bodies hit the ground. Another was seriously wounded, potentially beyond the point where he could fight in the battle, since his head had been charred to the bone and one of its arms had been flash fried to non-existence. Another cyclops stumbled forward despite having had its outer skin blasted off. It looked like the cyclops front was covered in open sores and its blood oozed down in goops. Several of the cloud giants all sported some burns from having been caught by a handful of the energy beams that had made it through, but not enough to be of concern for the tier 3 units. Another quick blow to Gale¡¯s forces, but it was also not repeatable. At least not for this attack. The sunflowers were not in direct sunlight in the morning, so it would take hours for them to get a usable amount charged back. They would be stuck to basic spells from here on. The single advancing cyclops smashed the top of the wall with both fists. All of the goblins in the nearby archer tower just behind were already starting to vacate the area, but several died from the stone shrapnel sent spraying in all directions. The top layer of stone crumbled. The wall was fairly thick being a good 4 feet wide, but Mark had yet to give it a defensive enchantment, since the construction was not finished yet. The cyclops would be able to smash through eventually just by hammering away. How long it would take, Mark could only guess. However, it was possible a whole section might separate long before the cyclops had to bash it down layer by layer. They likely had minutes. All of the cloud giant''s hands glowed blue before blue balls of energy streaked out. Several harmlessly blasted against the main archer towers energy shield. Two of the smaller archer towers however fared far worse. The tops were just gone, along with the archers that had been on top of them. The spell resembled a blast of ice that exploded upon impact and froze over the remaining surfaces. A half dozen of the cloud giants had focused their spells on the section of wall near the cyclops. The cyclops stopped his rampage for a second to observe the iced over section mere feet to his side. He immediately reoriented on the section. Huge chunks quickly started falling. Minutes had become maybe half of a minute.Taken from Royal Road, this narrative should be reported if found on Amazon. All of the while the goblin archers poured arrows at the giant humanoids. However, many failed to hit the cloud giants as energy shields intercepted the projectiles. Nasal had immediately shouted for the archers to switch to regular duplicating regular arrows. Since the duplicate arrow effects occurred at the zenith of the arrows arc, there was nothing magic for the energy shields to catch. However, the base arrows did not do much damage to the giants, even if they had been turned into pincushions. Even the original necrotic arrowheads would take a while to take effect. However Mark watched the cloud wizards heal themselves as well as the second downed cyclops. A surprising turn since mages and healers were separate classes, but Gale had apparently found a way to sidestep the class archetypes. It was bad news for them since it was clear they would not fall quickly. The necrotic damage would battle against the healing effect, but healing would still occur until the necrosis was able to surpass the healing by an overwhelming amount. The cyclops at the wall, however, fell backward although his job at tearing a section of the wall down was only half finished. He had become a favorite target of many of the archers since he was not protected by any such enchantment. Several of the cloud giants advanced to pick up where he had left off. They were obviously better spell casters, but they were still 18 foot tall giants, they set into the wall using other large pieces of rock that had already fallen to bash into the frozen section. Cave and hill trolls started cresting the near edge of the divot and immediately started moving toward the quickly expanding hole in the wall. The cloud giants did not have to destroy the wall all the way to the base, enough rubble had formed on both sides to allow passage despite the footing being a bit precocious. Five of the thirteen cloud giants fell after a second storm of the sunflowers'' magic missiles depleted their energy shield allowing high quality arrows to get through. Dozens of exceptional quality arrows duplicated and hit their targets, the high quality piercing enchantments allowed them to punch all the way through, leaving the cloud giants with dozens of holes throughout their bodies. Even they could not survive that. The ones that did immediately took cover behind the wall and started healing themselves. By this point the one armed cyclops with half of its face still missing down to the skull was able to resume its charge. A quite frightening lead to the enemy forces entering the base¡¯s interior. Right behind the cyclops would be several dozen of the larger trolls. The rest of the army would be only minutes behind depending on how much they were slowed down moving through the rubble. Mark doubted it would take them long. The cyclops became a pin cushion well before it engaged the blood rose units that were awaiting it on the other side. However he managed to kill a blood roses by grabbing it and using its teeth to help rip it to pieces before finally collapsing on top of another killing it as well. Mark had blood roses from the edges already moving in. It was clear that most of the attackers would funnel through the one opening in the wall. The two blood roses on either side of the dead cyclops started swelling as buds began to form. Apparently, it had counted them as having taken part in the kill despite them only having caused topical damage. Mark watched in interest. He still had not seen one of the units enter a so-called ¡®blood frenzy,¡¯ but they would likely see an example of it soon. The trolls however destroyed the chance for those two units because they were in the path of dozens of trolls who ripped their way through. It was seemingly quite easy for the trolls to rip the vines apart once they had them in their grasp. However the trolls started getting separated naturally as they moved away from the bottleneck toward their next target. The cave and hill trolls would easily win a one on one with the bramble units, however once they were each surrounded by multiple bloodroses they had difficulty proceeding. Their club weapons were not very effective against the brambles, so many were using their bare hands to tear the vines apart. Plenty of close contact to allow the lotuses to start blooming pods from the absorbed blood. Damage to the bloodroses was minimized by the lotuses'' blessed aura and spot heals. With the constant rain of arrows, progress started to stall. The numbers were nearly equal on the front line after losses on both sides, but the defensive bloodroses were now clearly holding the advantage. One by one the blood roses started to swell in size and apparently strength. Mark could tell that they would now each be able to contend one on one with the giant trolls, and the longer the trolls remained entangled the further the buds across the blood rose bloomed. However, the recovered cloud giants started firing spells from cover from behind the walls, and the rest of the army was fast coming to their aid. Two of the cloud giants swept their arms horizontally from over the wall, sending blue mist out in a wide arc. Two swaths of blood roses were frozen stiff. The targeted bloodroses survived the spell, but the now brittle vines forming their body were easily crushed by the giant trolls. The lowland and regular trolls started pouring into the interior over the rubble. The blood rose line would not hold for long. However, enemies were falling from arrows and magic attacks at a decent rate. A minute later the army was through. The bulk started advancing forward toward the double pagoda archer tower. About 800 goblin miners had picked up their weapons and were waiting for them in front of the base. Earth shape enchantments had raised a v shaped wall in front of the towers base. Former researchers and craftsmen mages stood behind them ready to do their part. Dungeon research, enchanting, crafting would all take a hit after this, but first they had to survive. Before them was still a force that could sweep right through all nine dungeon levels. A smaller portion of the force swept to both sides to clear out the sunflowers. The sunflowers could fight in melee to some small extent with the tendril leaves that surrounded their stem, but it was far from sufficient to fight off units at even this caliber. Their unguarded bases would fall quite easily to the attackers. They could only inflict as much of a toll on their enemies as they could before they were cut down. Mark''s attention was on the main army. All of the trolls and lizardmen wore piece male plated armor. Likely, each unit had a half dozen enchantments further supplementing their strength. Many carried shields. They were far from fodder, if it was not for the numerous powerful enchantments slamming against their ranks, it would likely be difficult to bring them down in sufficient numbers to make a difference. The archer tower would whittle them down, but they would need the time to continue to pour arrows down on them. The converted miners and auxiliary goblins would have to hold them off for as long as possible. Cockroaches, spiders, whatever else Mark had on hand swept in from the side into the flank. Mark watched with interest as the evolved cock roaches fought, although they did not make it far since their power rating was only 2.0. The evolved spiders on the other hand each killed a few units before they went down. They were far more powerful, but open area combat was not their specialty. Fifteen minutes later, the battle for the surface was over. The goblin miners were not able to put up much of a fight. However delaying the army allowed the mages behind them and the archers above to make a devastating toll on the attacking army. However, within minutes the lizardmen and trolls had finished off the goblins below. The archers in the tower on the other hand proved far more difficult. Bags of black powder with lit fuses were dropped when too many lizardmen and trolls had congregated below the tower. The first utilization of black powder killed several dozen all at once. More were thrown out at clumps of enemies with less effect. Then the cloud giants made their move. A few black powder bags made a direct hit on the giants, the explosion destroyed the hide robes the giant wore and singed the skin, but not much else. Several cloud giants physically climbed the tower. They then used their arms to sweep across the deck, knocking the majority off the tower and crushing others. One cloud giant took a powerful arrow into the eye and went down, but it was the last of the enemy casualties. In the end Gale was left with a couple hundred of the lesser trolls and lizardmen and 3 cloud giants. Not a bad result, considering the formidable army that had marched ready to challenge their dungeon not more than 30 minutes ago. Only 3 of the more than hundred tier 3¡¯s had survived, and the tier 2¡¯s had been cut in half. Gale elected to directly enter the dungeon with the 252 that remained. She only left the hatchling lizardmen to collect the remainder of their ice orbs and other gear. They retreated with what Gale had deemed valuable enough to take back to her dungeon. Her army entered the dungeon only minutes behind Leonard¡¯s 2nd adventuring party. The first adventuring party had cleared the first 3 floors before being quickly destroyed on the 4th. It would be Leonard¡¯s last adventuring party since he could not send additional parties until the dungeon was not being challenged by Gale¡¯s army. However the 2nd party could still aid in clearing what they could. It took a half hour, but once again the battle resumed. The orcs had outpaced Gale¡¯s army and finished clearing out the 4th floor when Gale¡¯s forces made it there and virtually absorbed them in their ranks. Leonard had probably decided to take advantage of the opportunity to observe Gale¡¯s forces. The 5th floor was the first plant floor. The sunburst abilities claimed more than equal to their number in dead enemies. The sunflower¡¯s spells and blood roses claimed a few more, but the floor fell quicker than Mark would have liked. The 6th beast floor did remarkably better knocking down the total enemies to less than 200. One of the arachne mages even managed to bring one of the 3 remaining cloud giants down. The cloud giants were worth their weight in gold as far as Mark was concerned. They were lucky that only 3 had made it down into the dungeon. The ones that had, could devastated with powerful attacks. The only detriment was their size. They were relegated to a hunched over shuffle in the halls. The 7th floor stood its ground exceedingly well. The 50 roughwood myconids and treants held the orcs and Gale¡¯s forces at bay while the bugbear mages blasted them, and the spiritualists spirits wreaked havoc. Putting the spiritualists down here had not been a bad move the cloud giants and a few remaining mages were able to kill the spirits easily enough, but they often could only pick out one while they were fighting amidst their own troops. In the end two thirds of the spirits had to be dissolved through a large number of physical attacks. Only 54 units made it off the floor. However, their number still included both cloud giants as well as mostly tier 2 lizardmen or trolls. Of course a pair of orcs had also survived giving Leonard a free chance to see their 8th floor. Mark was satisfied that this group would not be able to make it through the dungeon. The danger would be if Leonard sent additional adventuring parties through to finish the job. Although even that would be unlikely to bring success, since units were respawning. He would have to have stronger adventuring parties than what he had shown so far. This would be the first time the 8th floor had been challenged. The maelstrom units attacked in ones or twos as they moved uphill. Only one regular troll fell from their effort, but they were also making them expend stamina and manna. Which at this point was starting to show. Their movements were significantly slower. The 4 sunflower sun bursts once again claimed a good 6 or 7 units as they swept their energy beams across the advancing force. The cloud giants stopped to heal several who were badly injured as the rest charged forward. Gnarled wood goblins, wooden spore spiders, and treants from the spawner stepped forward to stall them. All of the melee fighters had power ratings of around 5.0, since even the 5 treants they had gotten from a spawner were similarly boosted by the lotus¡¯s malevolent aura. The sunflowers started raining down spells. The spore spiders released spores that started causing enemy trolls and lizardmen to cough. The battle became slightly more even when the cloud giants along with a handful of healed units joined back in, but the defenders carried out against the worn down forces. However only a couple of 8th floor units had survived. Few enough that Leonard did indeed send a 3rd adventuring party. However, it was an exact copy of the first two. By the time they made it back to the 8th floor, eight of them were dead from maelstrom or spawner units. A handful of others were fairly wounded. It did give Leonard a look at their ninth floor, since he was easily able to overcome what remained of the 8th, but his party was annihilated quite quickly on the 9th floor. The giant centipedes had immediately set upon them as soon as they entered to diminish the opportunity. Leonard did not send another adventuring party. The higher level floors would start respawning their defenders making it difficult for an adventuring party at that level to make it through. Chapter 70: Day 277 It was not till well after the attack, that Mark saw the full extent of the measures that Gale had enacted to pull off the surprise attack on their dungeon. The first surprise was the arrival of Cedrick and a whole village of gnome refugees. Gale had sent a much smaller second force to crush the gnome village. Several dozen had been killed, while holding off the gates against a lizardmen force accompanied by a half dozen giants. However, perhaps the attack had the opposite effect than what was intended. Instead of removing one of her enemies'' allies, she had instead caused the gnomes to double down in their support of the dungeon. Mark now had access to hundreds of more researchers, crafters, forgers, etcetera¡­ They still would not partake in battle against other dungeons with the goblin forces. There was probably some rule against direct aid against another dungeon to maintain the balance, but the extra auxiliary support would make a world of difference by itself. The second measure that Gale had taken had just been confirmed. It had not gone unnoticed that the harpies had failed to stop by the dungeon after the battle. Finally, Mark had sent a handful of units to look into the situation. All that was left was a camp ripped to pieces, bodies, and feathers. It almost looked like a fox had been let loose in a henhouse. As far as Mark knew there were no survivors. Gale had likely attacked them the night before her assault on the dungeon. Since the harpies all roost every night, it was not surprising that Gale had managed to catch them all. It was a bit of a blow. It meant he would have to drastically increase the amount of scouts for both their home dungeon and garden sanctuary. Besides for Gale, no one would have been able to approach their dungeon with a large force, while the harpies had been with them. The night time when the harpies did not patrol was the only exception, and the kobolds would know if such a large force tried to move on them from below the surface. What really made him frustrated was that he had seen the potential gap in their security and had made moves to prevent exactly what had happened. There were always two goblin scout groups monitoring for an army from Gale¡¯s dungeon. Both scout teams had been alive yesterday morning before the battle. Mark had checked. But sometime during or after, both teams were killed. So far the bodies for one of the teams had been discovered. All four goblins had their throats cut. They had also been tied up. Mark¡¯s best guess was that they had been incapacitated during the night and kept alive, so that Mark would not have any indication. It was a move he had never considered, and it had worked since he had not had either of the scout teams linked. One change Mark had decided to implement was the addition of the thrash bears to the goblin scout force. A couple dozen tier 1 units scouting and rummaging around their dungeon, would be difficult to target by other enemy dungeons. One goblins with the beast handler class could receive simple updates. The bears could not relay details, but at home in the forest, they would not miss the passing of a large force. Then they could report back within a matter of hours, despite ranging distances that would take normal units a day to manage. Now that they had unlocked the last of their tier 3 units, Mark had also decided to put their RP toward breeder, one of the germination path¡¯s budding stages. It was a unique upgrade, so Mark was looking to see what new capability that it would allow. If they could breed beasts for free, it would be very beneficial for the long run. In total they had received just over 148,000 MP for the battle. However, Mark had already spent it all to replenish their auxiliary and offensive forces. They had lost literally every unit at the home dungeon including Henry, Nasal, and Ezekiel. The latter had died under an avalanche of earth after setting off all of the earth shaper enchantments. Mark supposed that even a mad scientist could not predict exactly how it would go after setting things in motion. The caverns and caves underneath had collapsed more than expected. Mark was not too upset since it had saved their dungeon, and now there was a new natural defensive barrier of overturned land that would stifle other dungeon assaults.Enjoying this book? Seek out the original to ensure the author gets credit. Despite the gnomes coming in to fill many roles, Mark still allotted 50,000 to summon 100 new level 1 red mages to establish their auxiliary complement. It took 35,500 MP to remake the mining regiment, archer division, and 50 thrash bears to patrol the region. Goblins from the archer division would fill up the barracks, while 10 bugbears for 13,500 would fill the spots for their gymnasium. Summoning 50 mystic budding stage sunflowers, took up much of the remainder. All of their DP would be going toward their newest spawner for the next 10 days. At 60 DP, it was by far their most expensive spawner. However, the offering was also the best. It gave a compliment to the various high tier units that had actually entered their dungeon. The spawner could have up to two charges that could be used whenever, even at the same time. Each charge would give 1 cloud giant, 3 orc warmongers, 1 orc chieftain, 3 lizardmen dominators, and 1 salamander. Both charges would double down on the high tier units. The downside was that only one charge would be generated each week, and it would not start until the units for one of the charges were killed. Mark could hardly care about a long respawn time. If they survived an attack that made it down to their 9th floor, and were attacked again within the next week or two then they were likely screwed anyways. Their dungeon was back up and running, with a weak defense. Mark could only hope that Gale and Nicholas had lost enough where they would not be able to make a move in the interim. Both had lost hundreds of thousands of MP worth of units. Probably more than they had been expecting, and they had not even got the end result that they had been shooting for. Mark could only hope that they were both having to evaluate things. The fact that the three dungeons had coordinated to attack them, did not necessarily mean they had an alliance. Mark could only imagine that the failure made future cooperation even more tenuous. However, the attempt had made it clear that dungeons were once again starting to look outwards after having reached dungeon level 3. It had also highlighted the danger that each of the three dungeons could pose. In truth, Leonard Boulevic had not revealed much that would be considered alarming during his part of the attack. However, literally later that day, their scouts Lewis and Clark had found a vantage to give Mark a glimpse of Leonard¡¯s dungeon. The southeast region of the map still had plenty of forests, however the underbrush was nearly non-existent. Just trees, separated by large prairie fields and the occasional river. Nothing to provide any concealing cover. Soon after providing the look, the scouts had once again been dispatched by a group of centaurs, but Mark had already seen enough. Leonard was also building walls of stone, likely mined from the dungeon, but the real fight would likely occur well before that. At one point, Mark had pushed towards making a cavalry. Then after one attack, Mark had been left wondering whether the goblin riders actually were worth the cost. Leonard on the other hand had held nothing back. There were dozens of camps with hundreds of beasts and their riders. The good thing was that Leonard did not unlock any additional tier 2 branches. He only had gnolls, orcs, and basic steads. However, he still had plenty of higher tier units. Two tier 2 units from each of the humanoid branches. Wargs from the basic steads branch, and two apparent combination units: centaurs and minotaurs. The lack of any tier 3 units did not at all make Mark think that Leonard would be an opponent. In the open field, he would likely be very dangerous. The real question was where should he go from here. By all appearances, Avery was open to a full alliance. However, her dungeon was clearly behind the rest, and besides for Leonards her dungeon was the furthest from their own. Daniel Hale was receptive, but for now was non committal. His final decision would likely rely a lot on what the major players decided to do next. Unfortunately, it seemed he saw Avery and their own dungeon as a sort of buffer between himself and the real threats in the battle. He might come to their aid, or he might even side against them. Mark could not blame Daniel Hale. He, himself, was considering possible team ups and scenarios. Unfortunately, he did not think that they had too many options. They were the only dungeon that shared their region of the map with another dungeon, and it was clear that all of the dungeons considered their dungeon the weaker of the two despite their accomplishments. Mark did not have many strings that he could pull to initiate things. It was a very much ¡®We¡¯ll call you¡¯ type situation. They would have to wait till someone else made the offer. So Mark endeavored to do the only thing he could do, strengthen their dungeon, and develop their strength. Chapter 71: Day 289 Daniel Hale The next major move in the battle was against him, Daniel lamented. For about a week he had watched as Leonard¡¯s forces built barges on the edge of the central lake, so the day¡¯s assault was by no means a surprise. Daniel had spent the week bolstering his forces. However the much larger and more sophisticated warships manned by lizardmen were a different matter. Gale working with Leonard was a surprise. Through a scouting caval he had watched the battle. She had to have lost the bulk of her forces worth hundreds of thousands of MP in a battle not two weeks ago, yet here she was with full sized ships filled with lizardmen, lesser trolls, and the handful of tier 3¡¯s. Amelia¡¯s scouts had seen them depart Gale¡¯s fog territory just the day before, giving Daniel some warning. According to her champion, these vessels were similar to ones from the lower dimension. Mark had called them Roman-like Triremes with a few sails and oars. Each vessel held over a hundred units. In contrast, Leonard''s forces made up the bulk of the attack. Tens of simple barges with rackety walls covering the front third and a drop ramps up front. Orcs and gnolls manned oars propelling the amphibious craft forward. A few similar landing craft were starting to fill up from Gale¡¯s forces. It was her forces that started the assault, sending blue orbs over thousands of feet of water and earth. A few of his beasts were caught by the exploding ice bombs, but most fell wide. The trees and underbrush near the beach on the other hand was being absolutely devastated. Luna ¡®the peak,¡¯ his named moon wolf, was the next to make a move. The giant wolf set its feet and reared its head back before bringing it forward. Luna¡¯s mouth opened and a brilliant white beam lanced out striking one of the gnoll landing craft. Wood exploded and the craft bucked in the water from the force. The gnolls in the front were killed instantly. The rest were left floundering as what remained of the raft started falling apart. Then came a volley of large stones from the four armed tier 3 girallons. The 10 foot giant apes were extremely strong, even for their base power rating of 3.7. The small boulders sailed hundreds of feet forward and into the air before slamming down like meteors, usually just making big splashes in the water. The occasional hit splintered the wood as the rocks smashed right through. A few more amphibious craft joined the first in falling apart, as the occupants did their best to hold onto logs and make toward the beach. The rest of the beast forces started assembling as the landing craft prepared to make beachfall. The defenders started forming as the front ramps fell down exposing only a pair of wall shields that quickly moved forward. The shield bearers faltered a step or two as they splashed down into a foot of water and wet sand. Spells from evolved beasts and projectiles from the lesser primate units were already in the air slamming into units as they poured out into the surf. Luna let loose another white blast, killing probably the front quarter of orcs on another landing craft, but it was just one of dozens. Now that Daniel''s beasts were gathered in mass, the blue orbs launched by the lizardmen started to claim some casualties as they continued to freeze whole areas of beachhead. It took only minutes for the orcs and gnolls to move out of the surf and to get into melee with the quickly forming line of armored gorilla regulars (1.8 base power rating) and gorilla kings (2.7 power rating). The primate branch was the only branch that Daniel had that could fight like a standard force. Their weapons and armor were more crude than that of other armies. Their fighting prowess was also more savage with little technique from classes, but they made up for it in raw power. They easily surpassed most other units with an equivalent power rating. Still Daniel could only grimace as he watched the primates only manage to fight on an equal footing as the orc and gnoll warriors used skills and powerful enchanted gear to make up the difference. It took the tier 3 Orangutan and Tier 2 chimp mages firing spells steadily to keep the attackers from overwhelming the defensive line. The ape defensive wall was strong, but they were few in number and already the number of attackers that had landed was starting to outnumber them. The defensive wall was pushed back steadily, but that was according to plan. Once they reached the edge of the beach, Daniel sent a quick order through to a battlefield commander. An army of lesser beasts led by peak tier 2 cave bears swept down on both sides engaging units as they left the surf and attacked the orc and gnolls from behind. The attack¡¯s forward progress faltered as the reinforcements were cut off, as all of the beach turned into a mixed melee. A melee in which his forces would clearly emerge victorious if given enough time, but then five more landing craft landed to the far right of the main battlefield. Daniel had already directed forces to lay and await, but his hopes for an easy victory took a significant hit after seeing what lay within. The landing craft ramps dropped in quick succession to reveal centaurs in full plate. The front centaur in each carried two massive shields to guard the entire front quadrant. Each centaur was mounted by orc chieftains. Spells and projectiles were absorbed by the leading centaurs as they led the charge out and into the surf. They quickly made it to the beach and engaged Daniel¡¯s reserve primate defenders. Even a girallon thrown boulder only caused a lead centaur to falter a step as the dual magic shields absorbed the impact. There were only 15 centaurs and riders per a landing craft, but the 150 units formed an elite force. Chieftain spells were already piercing out at the awaiting defenders. Daniel quickly pulled more powerful reserve units to deal with that flank. This front would fall quite quickly with what he had initially allotted. The shadow cat, Midnight ¡®the reaper¡¯ and the earth dragon ¡®first primordial¡¯ led a gang of girallon¡¯s and lesser beasts forward cutting through the edge of the forest. Three patrols of centaurs immediately broke off riding out to deal with the reinforcements. Leonard probably felt that they would be plenty to deal with the reinforcements while the two remaining patrols would be able to deal with the remnants on the beach. He would be wrong. How could two named units and a half dozen tier 3 ape monsters be dealt with so easily. Midnight met the lead centaur head on. Black ethereal claws 3 feet long projected from Midnight''s actual claws and tore into both shields like scythes. Surprisingly both shields held, but the centaur behind them had its arms break from the impact. The orc chieftain rider was sent flying as his mount was stopped mid stride. Midnight continued on leaving the centaur to be torn apart by one of the girallons following behind him. The ¡®First Primordial¡¯ on the other hand tore into a whole patrol by itself. The earth dragon was a full 40 feet long with its body sitting a good 3 to 4 feet off the ground when standing. It was likely the biggest dungeon unit in the entire battle. Having become a unique named unit with a double primordial evolution the creature had more than doubled in size. The 14.1 power rating allowed it to unleash utter destruction despite just being an overly large brute with no magic. The centaurs splintered but were not dissuaded in their attack. Power lances and other spells started wreaking havoc on the monstrosities that they faced. The centaurs on the other hand were very nimble and were able to keep out of range of all but the unique named units. They weaved in and out attacking the oversized gorillas'' flanks and rear as the girallons were distracted by other units. The centaurs and chieftains all had enchanted or straight up magic equipment, allowing them to do far more damage than Daniel would have liked. Two girallons went down during just the second pass. If you stumble upon this tale on Amazon, it''s taken without the author''s consent. Report it. However, once again Daniel felt things were in hand, but more landing craft were landing at the main battlefield, and Gale¡¯s large ships had even drawn close. A dozen giant humanoids leapt off the ships. They crashed into the water, sinking briefly before their heads and shoulders appeared moments later. They started walking forward on the lake bottom. In another minute they would join the battle overturning the balance. The lizardmen slingshots also started redirecting their deadly blue orbs toward the elite battle taking place to the side. Daniel guessed Gale would not care about killing a few of her allies elite centaurs and orc chieftains if it meant killing some of his best. The primordial earth dragon took multiple shots and two other girallons took a shot a piece. The ice orbs did not instantly kill anything, however the wounded girallons went down. The centaurs moved in to finish them off almost instantly. The earth dragon took the blows in stride as whole sections of its body were covered with ice patches. Midnight nimbly dodged the orbs with god level reflexes as it continued to assassinate its enemies one after another. Subsequent volleys meant many more hits to the primordial who started to slow. Its giant bulk made it a favorite target as orbs burst on or around it frequently. Daniel started to realize that the battle was not going his way, He only had Vivi ¡®the first¡¯ and a few other elites in reserve at the main battlefield, but with a dozen giants and trolls among several hundred lizardmen joining the main battle it would not be enough. Midnight would be just fine, but it did not look like the earth dragon could escape the bombardment without retreating from the battle entirely. In less than a minute nearly its whole body seemed to be nearly frozen solid. Its movements were stiff. Daniel felt sick watching the strongest unit in the battle being brought low by the ranged attacks. The slingshots were far more accurate than they had any reason to be. Now that the ships were close their margin of error had decreased to the point where 1 of every two orbs hit the giant primordial. The earth lizard had taken a good 20 hits, but the beast had slowed significantly. Daniel sighed as he watched for another few minutes. Before he made a decision. Sure he could make a second wave of units to meet the attackers midway from the beach to his settlement, but in the end Daniel knew he would lose the island today. He would lose what he had and four unique named units, but the named units would respawn. There would be several hundred enemies left alive on the beaches when all was said and done, combined with the 100 lizardmen on the ships and hundreds of orcs and gnolls on the far banks waiting to be ferried across, he would not be able to win. Instead he focused on gathering as much of the primordial essence as humanly possible. With his current means he could only store it for about 3 months before it started to lose its potency, but that would be plenty of time to rebuild an army using it all up. Far out into the water 4 sets of frog eyes watched. Day 289: Mark Mark and Amelia watched the battle. The means of Daniel Hale and Leonard Boulevic were both beyond impressive, and of course Gale¡¯s forces were nothing new. Mark was glad they had noticed the ships leaving the base yesterday. Mark had of course had Amelia alerted Daniel Hale to screw over Gale since of the two they definitely hated her more. Daniel had mentioned that Leonard¡¯s forces were already amassing, so Mark had frogmen swim all night and day to get to the point where they could watch the battle. Now they had far more intel on the two dungeons they knew the least about. Both would prove dangerous in battle, which was not a surprise at this point in the battle. Still Mark liked their chances against Daniel. Other than the primates the other beasts would fall quite easily to their enchanted weapons. However, Mark had to remind himself that Daniel had a full other tree branch not even exhibited here. Then there were the unique titled beasts, but how many could he possibly have. Mark had noted at least 3, but it was hard to tell since other evolved beasts looked equally powerful making them difficult to pick out. Leonard¡¯s forces on the other hand would be very difficult to deal with. They were highly mobile and powerful, but most concerning was the level of their equipment. In battle Amelia and him had counted on having the best gear to make it through, but Leonard had quite a bit of magical equipment and enchantments that were at least at the same level. Besides for Henry they did not have powerful units that could just smash through the high level gear. It was a good thing that Leonard''s dungeon was on the far side of the map. Two weeks had passed since their own desperate battle with Gale¡¯s army. All of their structures had long ago respawned. Mark had not spent much time with their MP since. He had maxed out their sunflowers since they were the only units that required time to charge an attack. Their home dungeon now sported 100 while their settlement sported the remaining 25. At half a million MP, they still had a ways to go to save up for Settlements III to max out their MP production for their dungeon level. However, Mark did spend enough to buy units to figure out the specifics of their two new germination path upgrades: breeder and symbiote. Both knew upgrades led to a single fifth tier germination path upgrade, meaning Mark had probably unveiled all of the potential paths. The breeder upgrade was far different than he had expected. Instead of allowing him to expand his army by quickly breeding and birthing new units continuously, the upgrade gave a proliferate ability that could only be used on any of the creepy crawly units, but not the thrash bears. The proliferate ability would cause them to spawn a bunch of miniature versions of the unit. A wolf spider quickly made a large egg sac that burst minutes later creating tens of young, each with a power rating a quarter to a third of the wolf spiders. The spider young lasted several hours before they dissipated. Other creepy crawlies spawned varied numbers of young with varying power ratings. The three spider types birthed the most. The scorpion and cockroach only produced a few young that were far more powerful. The centipede fell in the middle. It was a pretty strong upgrade, but it did have its limits. The breeder could only breed one unit once until its young magically dispersed into the air. The proliferate ability also used up quite a bit of manna so the blood rose breeder he had summoned could only use it once before it had to recover some manna for a second use. However, Mark salivated thinking of the possibilities. Each breeder would be a decent addition to battle since they still had their healing spell and empower to strengthen beasts. However their true utility was prior to battle. He could see them magically breeding up to half a dozen units a piece before battle. Mark would be able to make an entire creepy crawly army of hundreds or thousands. Sure they were weak, and would suffer catastrophically against area attacks. However it would be an effective swarm tactic in battle. The symbiote upgrade they finished researching today was also really good. Once again, Mark made a blood rose symbiote, but they would not get to test it more than once. The symbiote upgrade allowed the blood rose to fuse with one other living unit. Once had unfortunately fused it with the wolf spider. The two units effectively became one. A giant wolf spider with tens of thorny tendrils exiting from various parts of its abdomen. Initially the blood rose had a power rating 3.4, when combined with the 1.8 wolf spider it became a 3.2 amalgamation of woody vines and exoskeleton. The upgrade would have its applications although it looked like he would need to use it on only the more powerful beasts to actually get power rating benefits. It would be effective at creating powerful units that counted as one. They were also fairly difficult to kill since there were two control centers to keep the unit going. Taking off the wolf spider¡¯s head would still allow the blood rose to control the unit. The symbiotes would be beyond perfect for dungeon defenders and elite units. The fusions would potentially keep the good aspects from both sides including the healing and empower abilities of the previous germination stages as well as beast evolutions. Mark pictured a highly mobile unit shooting the sunflower¡¯s sunburst ability from its mouth, like Daniel''s unique named moon wolf. Or midnight scorpions fused with the blood roses helping them to block their flanks, Mark had not missed that the wolf spider symbiote had kept the blood roses ¡®blood frenzy¡¯ ability. Honestly, Mark did not know which of the two upgrades he liked better. The breeder upgrade would allow him to make small swarms of weak critters. The symbiote upgrade would allow him to make powerful but expensive units. However, Mark did know where to put the remaining 4 RP for the day. There was one more unique trainer germination upgrade. Chapter 72: Day 290 Yesterday''s enemy could be tomorrow''s friend. The phrase had never really been very applicable for Mark. Mark glanced once more at Nicholas Holt¡¯s name. Just minutes ago Daniel Hale had created a group with himself, Amelia, Avery, and Nicholas. Amelia had immediately brought it to his attention. Daniel¡¯s message was simple and demonstrated another popular Earth phrase, ¡®if I can¡¯t have it then no one can.¡¯ Daniel spoke about the primal essence and its potential uses. Now both Gale and Leonard held the center island hoarding the top tier essence resource, and Daniel wanted the world to know. He also asked the other three dungeons to form a coalition with him against the other two. Nicholas Holt was the first to respond. [Nick Holt: So you were hoarding the resource for months by yourself, and now that you lost it you want us to help get it back?] [Avery Kingston: I¡¯m game. Of course then the four of us will have to fight over it. (smiley face)] [Amelia Cromwell: We are in as well. Possible strategy. Mr. Holt and Avery attack Leonard, while we work with Mr. Hale to take out Gale?] Mark smiled as he finished the message. Working with the others would be a great way to rid themself of the biggest thorn in their side, Gale. The swamp fortress would be a tough nut to crack, but Danial¡¯s forces had shown an impressive display. {Nick Holt: Sure of course I am willing to help you guys take out my biggest competition. I like Amelia¡¯s plan. We will need to work out a timeline and other details.] With Nick Holt¡¯s ascent Avery and Daniel also readily agreed. It did not take them long to decide on a timeline. Both Gale and Leonard had just expended a lot of MP on their latest battles, but every dungeon of the coalition still wanted to wait a couple months for various reasons. Daniel Hale probably wanted to respawn some of his unique units he had just lost. Mark also wanted to respawn Henry, but he would not have held off purely for that reason. But once it was clear that the other dungeons wanted a longer timeline, Mark was fine with the deferral. The longer timeline would allow them to gain settlements III and make more preparations. Sure Gale and Leonard would also make preparations, but with 4 dungeons to their 2 could they really complete. The real question was whether the coalition armies would be able to finish the job. They decided that they would work out the details as the attack date got closer. With that Mark was left wondering on how they should proceed. Not just for the upcoming coalition army battle, but for the rest of the battle. On paper the longer the succession battle continued the more of a disadvantage they would be at as other dungeons got more and more sponsorship packages, but as far as Mark could tell they had often done more for less thanks to having numbers and better equipment on their side. Three sponsorship packages a week was nothing to scoff at. If they were tier 5 they basically gave around 18 elite tier 3 units that would likely cost around a day''s worth of production. An advantage for sure, but not something that could not be overcome with better preparation and tactics, and now there were alliances which could potentially be extremely deadly or beneficial. Mark and Amelia just needed to play their cards right to give them an opportunity. Six days after the coalition was formed, they finally finished their final unique germination path upgrade, trainer. Mark had not known what to expect. The other unique paths had been pretty good, so he had decided to go for it. Unsurprisingly the upgrade was a pre battle upgrade. The trainer upgrade allowed a plant unit to train a small 12 unit patrol of creepy crawlies. The patrol would get a power rating increase as a whole and the plant unit would get the equivalent military ranking upgrade. It was only a 10% boost for the beast units at the germination budding stage, but the plant trainer would get a 25% boost since it was basically acting as a Lieutenant for the patrol. If Mark were to unlock the equivalent 5th tier flowering stage, he was sure the bonuses would go up even more. The only downside was that all units in the plant led patrol would have to train together for at least a week prior. Mark could definitely see the use of the upgrade. Potentially he could have 12 elite crawlers that would all get the marginal boost when in battle. They would be led by a the plant unit that could act as their healer.This narrative has been purloined without the author''s approval. Report any appearances on Amazon. Of course he could also combine it with the other unique upgrade options. The symbiote upgrade could make the elites even more powerful, While a breeder could spawn each of the elite crawlers prior to battle. If he did this with a half dozen patrols of spiders he could have a force of more than 1,000 led by 60 elites with 6 healers for support. Sure the majority would be weak tier 1 equivalents, but numbers were there on strength. Mark could not forget the seemingly endless tide of undead that Nick Holt had brought against them. Now Mark felt that they could potentially match it. The question was where should he go from here. He would love to get their RP working towards one of the level 3 techs, but he could not stomach the endeavor taking over a 100 days for even the cheapest of options. In that same time he could unlock a good number of lesser upgrades with many options taking less than 10 days. Mark quickly scanned back through all of their upgrade options looking for force multipliers or¡­ Mark came across a special class under the healer class archetype: Witch doctor. They currently only had the healer class unlocked to level 2, and the unit had one spell and two curses at level 2. The witch doctor had an area heal spell around itself that had a 20 minute duration. Meaning the unit was a walking healing point. It was the only evidence that the unit was a healer. The other two spells were both enemy debuffs. At level 1 the witch doctor class also started out with, growing faint. It was a debuff that affected units hit by it in a circular area with a 25 feet diameter. The spell would cause a general power rating decrease. Mages might have less manna. Melee types would get physically weaker. The decrease would also last for up to 2 minutes or until the witch doctor was killed, but the spell was not completely predictable. For one the witch doctor could only have its current levels worth of growing faint spells active at one time, so two for a level 2 witch doctor. Second affected units could only be affected once by any witch doctor. The effects could not be stacked. The curse''s effects could also vary greatly, from 1 to 25%. The curse''s effects would decrease against targets with higher unit levels, greater power ratings, morale, etcetera¡­ It would have diminishing effects if the enemy units in the affected area were more powerful or were highly motivated. The second curse the witch doctor class received at level 2 was called smite. It had a far longer cast duration of 30 seconds but could cause a debuff of 10-50% against an individual target for up to 2 minutes. Once again the same factors would determine just how much of a debuff the curse would actually have. The witch doctor could cast the curse as many times as it wanted provided it had the manna available. Mark noted that it would work quite well with one of their in progress enchantments quick cast which could potentially reduce the cast time, allowing a witch doctor to decrease powerful enemies one after another. Regardless, increasing the healer class would effectively make the witch doctors more powerful as well as potentially adding more curses or spells. Overall improving the witch doctor was the cheapest way to improve their goblin forces strength at 50,000 and 100,000 MP for level 3 and level 4. Upgrading the mage class would be his second choice, but the next upgrade was 250 for level 5, but with mage and flame juggler classes both relying on the upgrade the benefits would be compounded. But Mark also wanted to unlock their unique tier 4 flowering upgrades for their plants units. Symbiote, breeder, and trainer upgrades would all cost 100,000 MP a piece, but increasing their crawler armies potential even further could certainly be beneficial. As far as their beast upgrades they only had the second evolution at one million MP. That many projects would keep their RP occupied for a while. As far as their DP and MP, Mark would be saving them for a while. Until they had the dungeon features III tech, Mark would not have much use for DP for a while, so converting it was probably the best plan. Mark smiled when he realized that he could potentially cut off some time by converting their DP to MP to unlock Settlements III, increasing their daily MP production earlier. Yeah, that would be the best use of it. After that he could start saving it again, converting it as required. The only other preparation Mark needed to make was any special gear, potions or pills that might be useful for assaulting the swamp fortress. They were making more and more exceptional or masterwork equipment and consumables. Soon they would potentially be able to shoot for artifact quality. Over the last few days they had seemingly stumbled beyond another boundary of their magic mine. They had found a few never before seen higher level materials. The first was petrified wood. Large clumps of actual wood that was actually quite light for how durable it was. On Earth petrified wood was definitely actual stone made through fossilization, but apparently something had been lost in translation. Or perhaps the battle creators were taking some artistic license. The second material was mithril. It was the first fantasy metal that Mark could think of so he was not too surprised to see it here. Both materials would allow for easier qualitative leaps forward with their equipment. The last method of preparation that Mark could come up with was siege equipment. Gale had some huge giants on her side. Even powerful enchanted arrows had difficulty bringing down such a large target, but for every problem there was a solution. Mark had already started building ballista for their own dungeon defenses, but he would add a mobile version to their attack plans as well as potentially some other siege weapons. Chapter 73: Day 322 After a quick perfunctory check, Mark quickly pulled the trigger on DP conversion. It took 97 DP to bring them to 2 million even after paying the 10% conversion fee. A moment later Settlements III was unlocked. Mark quickly looked for any new features. There were no surprises, their homepage now had a 3 of 5 for production outposts. Mark Converted an additional 69 DP leaving them with 57 remaining. He quickly built 2 outposts for 50,000 and an additional 12,000 MP for shade henchmen. Their remaining MP dropped to just over a hundred. Mark had already found two convenient outpost locations and had scouts standing by so that he could instantly claim them. Their fourth outpost was their third outpost located underground. With 6 coal mounds, it allowed decent production while being out of sight of the other dungeons. The second location also had 6 coal mounds, but was far away on the surface on the southern edge of the map. Mark deemed this location the secret valley. The secret valley was more of a strategic location. It was in the south nearly equidistant from the two southern dungeons that remained. It would be about a 3 day march to attack either Nicholas Holt or Leonard Boulevic. Mark deemed it the ¡®secret valley¡¯ because it was difficult to get to and out of the way. Units would have to specifically go out searching to find the valley. Hopefully it would remain hidden, and one day Mark could expand it into a settlement and use it as a staging point for attacks on the southern dungeons. For now, it was just another way to increase their MP production. Their dungeon¡¯s daily MP production had risen to 43,330 to 54,200 in one go. A good bump for sure, but Mark was excited to see that there was more than just a Ten thousand MP boost. [Congratulations: You have maxed out the dungeon settlements. DP and RP plus 3] The extra boosts would be extremely helpful. They would also help provide enough benefits to pay off the 2 million MP tech expenditure faster. A part of Mark had wondered whether it would not be better to just spend MP on troops and try to conquer the other dungeons. Perhaps if there was only one other dungeon left he would have done just that, but with multiple dungeons making early moves could set you behind the other dungeons who were moving forward. Seemingly there was no dungeon features IV tech since the interface indicated that 5 settlements was the max for the battle. A bit odd since there was a level 4 dungeon upgrade just waiting for him on the home page. But since the upgrade was 3 million MP, Mark had wondered whether anyone would even bother to push for it. Level 3 had only 6 tech options, all at exorbitant prices. If there were techs at level 4 there likely would not be that many, or they would have ridiculously good benefits or no one would ever buy them this late in the battle. Still progressing levels always provided fairly significant benefits, and now that most dungeons were pulling in 50,000 MP a day the upgrade could be earned in about 2 months. Inevitably dungeons would likely push for it fairly quickly for the extra benefits. The only reason Mark would be hesitant to unlock it first was that it would increase the enemy dungeons sponsorship rewards. Currently they could open 3 a week, but it would likely go up again at level 4. Of course the remaining 3 level 3 techs were also quite promising. They would be saving up for dungeon features III next since Mark wanted to get the 5 more dungeon levels as soon as possible. They only had about 6 days before the scheduled attack on Gale¡¯s swamp fortress, but fortunately dungeon features III was only 1 million, and they were already nearly there. Mark also planned to spend as little as possible, despite their agreements. Mark was fairly confident that he could produce a fairly powerful and expensive looking army for a fraction of the actual cost. They would let Daniel do the heavy lifting while they built their strength. However, not everything went to plan while waiting for the coalition attack in less than a week. Day 339 There was no surprise, Mark and Amelia saw the forces as soon as they departed from the fog that extended to Gale¡¯s territorial boundaries. Gale¡¯s trireme ships and barges departed mid morning from her river settlement. Their course was set straight for the garden sanctuary. The swamps were not overly deep, but anytime the ships could not find a deep channel of water to navigate the giantoids walking alongside them could help guide and push them over, as long as the water was not too shallow. All the while frogman scouts shadowed them from a great distance. They were proceeding quite quickly. Mark guessed they had perhaps a couple of hours before they would reach the territorial bubble. Mark was not surprised. Things had been fairly quiet over more than 2 months. Gale had recovered from her failed assault several times over. Making a play on their settlements was not beyond expectation. ¡°So, what do you think we should do,¡± Amelia scrunched her face. Mark did not answer. The attack on the swamp fortress was scheduled 6 days from now. They currently had over 900,000 MP. Plenty if they wanted to defend and build their own attack army, but their MP was slated for dungeon features III. It was always beneficial to waste opponent dungeons resources, but was it worth spending hundreds of thousands of MP here? Gale surely had plenty of MP right now, even if they successfully defended here she would likely still be able to reset her forces within the next 6 days if not more. Mark contemplated for another minute. ¡°No, I don¡¯t think we should spend much to defend against this attack. Instead we can use DP to move the manna bellows, pumps¡­ back over to our settlement. Then we can start mining the coal still available at our home dungeon. As long as we take her out in 6 days when the garden sanctuary respawns we can get things going again there.¡± ¡°I guess that makes sense. We will lose tens of thousands of MP. Still shouldn¡¯t we make her pay at least a little bit,¡± Amelia said smirking. Mark thought about it. They only had 500 frogmen, 400 goblins, and 25 sunflowers. For only 20,000 MP he could bring the goblin numbers up over 1,000. That would be enough to at least put up a decent fight. They had plenty of equipment and weapons there since the sanctuary had its own warehouse and other facilities. ¡°Okay, I will evacuate the frogman since they would be more helpful in the attack in a week. Then let''s spend 30,000 to add 3 more divisions of goblins, putting them at about 1,400. Nothing too powerful, we will depend on enchanted equipment to make up the difference.¡± Amelia nodded as Mark started making the orders. In total they had nearly 700 frogmen, but nearly 100 of them were out scouting across the waterways in the north and the east. They had even mapped locations up to within a day''s march of Leonard''s dungeon. Nick Holt¡¯s dungeon would always be untouchable from the water. They would have to send a land army to attack the desert region of the endless bluffs. The other 100 frogmen were working further south with a large contingent of goblins, building their own barges and small ships for the upcoming attack. They definitely would still need the other 500 to help guide them all there on the day of the attack, so Mark would have them take a circuitous route far to the south. The moves were made in only 10 minutes, but the goblins were scrambling to get things together and get outfitted according to Mark¡¯s instructions. They had plenty of surplus supplies to expend here. Mark then spent 12 DP to bring the manna production devices back to their home dungeon. He would allow the sanctuary shades to continue to mine until the attack began. Mark thought about it for a moment before he went ahead and did it. He converted 120 DP paying an additional 12 to get them to 1 million. They still had 66 DP remaining, so they would have some wiggle room if something unexpected came up. Mark was just too eager to see what dungeon features III would bring. Once again there were no surprises. They could build 5 new levels, which would bring them up to 14 levels. The move also increased their daily DP by 1 up to 10. The earlier their daily DP went up the better, but it was a shame they would only get 1 additional point. Mark had held off despite being able to make the move for a few days now, since that would have burnt all their MP and DP leaving them helpless should something occur. What they were left with was not much, but the risks should be worth it since Gale was the only threat that should be attacking in the short term unless someone was planning a double cross. But in Mark¡¯s opinion it was to all of the coalition dungeons'' benefit to see the attack through at the very least. The tenth level was double the cost of the previous 5 dungeon levels at 200,000 MP. It was not too much at this point. They could unlock a level every 3 weeks just by using DP, which is likely what Mark would do. They were already a third of the way there even after having converted so much. As for RP, Mark needed to find something new to devote the 5 leftovers for the day. Over the last few months they had unlocked healer to level 4 and all 3 unique germination paths to tier 5. The trainer flowering stage finished today, rounding out his plans prior to the attacks. The five upgrades may not seem like much but they would make a difference in the upcoming battle. Witch doctor level 3 and 4 each gave an additional spell or curse. Level 3 gave a witch doctor the reanimate spell that could be used to reanimate a number of units equivalent to that of the witch doctor''s level. It had a variable duration and the reanimated body could remain reanimated for a full day. The manna required also varied depending on what was being reanimated. One of Gale¡¯s giants would likely be more than enough to clean out a witch doctors full reserves. The fourth level gave the class a shrunken head curse. The spell would cause an enemy units head to shrink gradually until it became the size of a baseball or the witch doctor died, allowing the head to go back to normal. Of course units would die more quickly before their heads ever became that small.The tale has been illicitly lifted; should you spot it on Amazon, report the violation. In actuality the curse basically gave a unit a time limit and acted to grab their aggro. If they wanted to live they would have no choice but to try and make it to the witch doctor and slay them. Not a bad curse for a caster that could be hundreds of feet away. The downsides was that the curse took 25 seconds to cast, and a witch doctor could only have one active against a living being at a time. The stronger enemies would also survive for far longer, but it still might result in the elite unit having to leave defenses to go after the witch doctor. That by itself could be worth it. But there was one more benefit. If the witch doctor survived the battle they could go around and collect all of the shrunken heads. The shrunken heads could then be used to strengthen curses and reduce manna costs, and even better there was no limit on how many heads a witch doctor could collect. They just had to cast the curse themselves to be allowed to use the shrunken heads. As far as the trainer and breeder flowering tier upgrades, they just increased the number of units that could be trained or bred. Very useful but nothing new to fanboy on. However the symbiote flowering stage gave a new ability¡± Forceful possession. Forceful possession allowed symbiote units to forcefully posess enemy dungeon units by implanting its own essence in another unit. It was close to Nick Holt''s coffin skill which took over enemy units, However this skill was far slower, and allowed Mark to keep the units for good. It would however be difficult to enact, since units had to be restrained and continually injected throughout the process. That being said, the blood rose symbiotes would definitely be pretty good at this, potentially able to convert a handful of mid to low tier enemies over the course of a battle. Then there was the new grenadier class that had finished only yesterday. The specialized class fell under the scout archetype, which they currently only had unlocked to level 2. Like its name, the grenadiers worked with black powder making explosives that could be hurled at enemies. Unfortunately, there was not enough time for them to make a stockpile of grenades before their attack on Gale. However, he had bought 10 Reds yesterday to start their grenade inventory. Mark would then build a bunch of green and yellow hob goblin grenadiers to deliver the payloads. Units had to be grenadiers to both use the grenades effectively since it required manna being inserted correctly to vary the detonate time. They also had an ability that worked to keep their payloads from coming unstable. Mark¡¯s solution was to use the reds to build the majority of the grenades. In the future he would have a bunch of low cost level 1 units use them. The new class would go very well with something that Ezekiel had invented. Mark was calling it enriched powder since the mad scientist had used sulfur essence to make his own batches of the stuff. Their ever present mad scientist observer had been able to note the process, meaning now Mark could make as much as he wanted. Of course Ezekiel had been using the stuff to make an ancient Chinese-like rocket. Once again, it was something that after a few experiments could be reproduced. The gnome made version could effectively fly a thousand feet in an arc before it either exploded in the air or on the ground at the end of its trajectory. However, they were far from accurate. Some corkscrewed and wound up going as far to the side as they went forward. Others turned to go straight up exploding high into the sky like a firework. In mass they could cause some damage, but they were not something that could be depended on. The grenades would be far more precise and effective. However, the rockets had been around slightly longer, so he would actually have a handful to use for the upcoming assault. Gale¡¯s assault on the garden sanctuary started in earnest just under 3 hours after they had noticed the armies headed their way, and armies was the correct term. A second small force of lesser trolls entered their territory from the east. They had climbed the plateau and were making for the sanctuary¡¯s sky light. They were apparently intent on repelling down into the middle of the base. There was only a couple hundred troll regulars, but they would be plenty to cause chaos behind enemy lines. Fortunately, Mark had at least considered the possibility. Several layers of nets covered the above entrance. At worst, they would prevent the trolls from dropping right in. Best case scenarios the trolls did not cut through the net and were forced diagonally down to one side of the cave into a prepared engagement zone. It was not much, but it would delay them at the very least. The main force ran their ships onto a mud reef several hundred feet from the wall. As soon as they were in position, orbs started launching from lizardmen slingshots toward the crack in the clifface. However any that would have hit within around 15 feet of the top of the wall collided against a barrier that flared white. The wall had been finished for a while now, so Mark had plenty of time to have the magic barrier set up. The home dungeon¡¯s was just now getting embedded with the embued stones, but then its walls were 10 times the length of their settelments. The sanctuary¡¯s wall was only a couple hundred feet in length spanning the full area between the cave walls. However, blue orbs that had a higher trajectory were able to make it through a 20 foot gap between the barrier and the rock above their defenses, they continued further in to explode inside the sanctuary. For this battle, Gale¡¯s forces made no attempt to use barges; the lizardmen and lesser trolls splashed right down into the water which only came up to their chests. They held their shield over their heads to guard from the arrows that were already raining down continually. With a nearly undeletable stockpile of good quality and below enchanted arrows at both bases, Mark had no reason to hold back. Next came Gale¡¯s elite giantoids. Gale had decided to mainly use hill and cave trolls for this endeavor. However a half dozen cloud giants had come to support the attack with their magic. The trolls were more suited to the hours march across the swamp, and the cloud giants had mostly trailed behind as the force made their way south. The first giant trolls dropped down into the muk, within seconds they overtook their smaller companions, and Mark gave the order. Six rock colored hides were pulled up and away revealing 6 ballista, or oversized crossbows. The operators immediately wheeled them to point at the approaching giant humanoids. Moments later six 4 foot enchanted iron bolts streaked out. Exactly half of them hit their intended target. Two punched right through a cave troll''s door shield and into its chest instantly bringing it down. A third punched right through a hill trolls leg, downing the unit for now. The other three missed although one continued on punching into a lizardmen regular. Mark did not see the result, but since no body surfaced the bolt had likely pinned it to the swamp floor. Several goblins immediately started cranking wheels on either side to move the string back for another volley. Cloud giant ice blasts slammed into the barrier in front of the ballistas, but the barrier continued to hold. For how much longer, Mark could only guess, but it was unlikely to last the whole battle since the gems used were of far lesser quality than what their home dungeons wall would get. The hill and cave trolls reached the wall before the ballista were ready to fire again. Goblins peppered their heads and upper torso as they tried to boost each other up and onto the wall. Several more went down. Several more made it to the top of the wall. However immediately several yellow beams came from further back in the cavern blasting them right back off the wall. More trolls came up and over and more sunbursts blasted them right back off the wall soon after. They would run out of their charge soon enough. The ballista fired again, this time toward the ships since the large trolls were too close. Mark was quite happy to see a cloud giant go down for the count. A second had his arm removed below the elbow. The excellent quality single enchanted iron bolts hit very hard. However their range was severely less than the wooden shaft variants in work, but the range was fine for the sanctuaries purposes. Other iron bolts duplicated into eight more before raining down on the ships. Several hit the cloud giants and the ships, but the damage was far more topical against the giantoids. However they still killed the lizardmen manning the slingshots. The ballistas got a couple more shots each as the hill and cave trolls were continually repelled by the sunbursts. The real attack began when the lizardmen reached the wall''s base. Dozens of grappling hooks went up and over. Others were tossed right up and onto the wall by the hill and cave trolls. There were a good 200 goblins on the wall ready for the melee. Another 300 archers and a few goblin mages would provide ranged support and another 500 goblins were held in reserve to reinforce, but they would not be able to fight them off for long. The sunflowers started using spells for the weaker units, saving whatever remained of their sunburst ability for the larger targets. A check on the troll regulars descending from the skylight showed that they were not going to descend in accordance with the slanted net. They were cutting through to descend all throughout the cavern. However more than a few bodies were hanging on the net lifelessly bobbing in the air. Mark had sent 200 goblin archers to try and deal with them. The rest he had behind a small but second defensive line just before the sunflowers. Despite reinforcements, the top of the wall fell within minutes. Plenty of lizardmen had joined the goblin dead lying on the walkway or down at the base, but with their shields far fewer fell to arrows despite the enchantments than Mark would have liked. They stormed down the stairs and into the waiting spears of hundreds of goblin spearmen waiting behind a legionnaire shield wall. Things held for a while until more and more lizardmen started descending down ropes after having moved their grappling hooks to drape the lines down the inside of the wall. Once the wall was hit in more than a few select locations, the goblin lines started to get pushed back. Then came the hill and cave giants who were now proceeding over the wall without abandon. Once the sunburst ability was all used up, the sunflowers could do nothing to prevent it. Without the ballista the cloud giants had been able to move to cover behind the wall. Without aid they were able to pull themselves up. Mark ordered for the archers to target them exclusively. All but one fell back quickly. The one who didn¡¯t was already falling forward dead. They did not attempt to join the battle again until the goblins had been pushed back into the archers, which did not taken more than another minute once the hill and troll giants joined the melee. The goblin line quickly buckled and broke under their onslaught. Once the cloud giants started sending ice blasts into the goblin ranks, the battle pretty much wrapped up. Four ice blasts killed a good 70 goblins all at once. The goblins fell back behind a five foot secondary defense, but things were already hopeless. The goblins that had been manning the wall had already been pulled to hold off the troll regulars advancing from behind. The battle ended in about 20 minutes, resulting in every one of the defenders having died. However, Mark was pleased to see that they had killed far more than 40,000 MP worth of enemies, which was about what it would take to replace all of the goblins that had been killed. The trolls and lizardmen immediately began destroying the settlement, ensuring that Mark would have to send a force to retake the dungeon if he wanted to use it again. It was a distinct possibility, they would have to. However, hopefully at that point it would just be taking the sanctuary back from a bunch of neutral units since Gale would be long gone. If she thought this would be a serious blow to them, then she was wrong. Their shade henchmen were already back to work at the home dungeon site. For the next 6 days they would have a reduced daily production since they went from 7 coal mounds back to 3, but it was far less than the hundreds of thousands he would have had to use to successfully defend the site. Chapter 74: Day 345 The day of battle and the first chance to pay Gale back for her treachery months ago or for her attack on their settlement less than a week ago, finally came. Months of preparations had come to fruition and the forces were ready. Daniel Hale was similarly ready, Mark had placed a few scouts among his army to monitor his progress, as he had done with them. The focus of Daniels force was 20 massive earth dragons, although notably his unique titled ¡®first primordial¡¯ earth dragon one was not among them. On their backs were full wicker palanquin like baskets filled with lesser primates. However the earth dragons were not the only things slogging through the muk. Daniel had 10 massive 4 armed girallons decked in heavy metal plating that had to weigh hundreds of pounds, yet they moved on hardly impeded. Towed behind the massive earth dragons or girallons were a good 40 barges with the majority of the rest of the force. From the looks of it they were all evolved beasts with primate riders. In total the force was not overly large but since the earth dragons all had a power rating of well over 9, and the girallons were too far behind. It was a force of elites. Mark and Amelia¡¯s army was far different. It was made of beasts, low tiered goblins, and frogmen. The only elites were the 48 tier spiders. Half were the plant beast combo knotted spore spiders, and half were the only slightly more powerful black funnel web spider. By their sides were 20 flowering tier 4 flowering stage sunflower breeders. They would be one of the main focal points of Mark¡¯s attack plan. In total they had cost over 137,000 MP The other half of Mark''s plan revolved around 50 red hobgoblin witch doctors that he had spent 45,000 MP on. Then there were just under 2,000 goblins, 3 midnight lotuses, and 30 blood roses in support. Most of them were packed like sardines on small boats or barges to enable quick movement through the marsh. Hundreds of barges and boats had been moved to the loading point yesterday. Then in the wee hours of the morning the fleet had loaded up and set sail. The boats were urged on through goblin swearing and wooden oars in tandem with the 450 frogman¡¯s directions. They weaved back and forth through the water channel as they made their way to the center of the swamp. In the middle of the procession were 9 barges. That had relatively few units on board, but still sat fairly low in the water. Five carried the makeshift catapults, and the other four smaller barges carried a pair of ballista each. But that was only a portion of the force. The other 50 frogmen and 500 goblins had set out yesterday and hunkered down in the middle of the swamp. They were moving north in near parallel with the main force. Mark had not really told Daniel about this part of the plan, but it was equally crucial. Gale would undoubtedly notice their slow moving fleet well before the attack began. Which meant she would inevitably send her force of ships and units at the riverhead settlement in support. If they made it, the assault might very well fail. Gale and her lizardmen had made their home in the swampland, but the frogmen were just as if not more comfortable here. Mark had long had them scout out every aspect of the swamp. Unsurprisingly moving her big ships through was quite difficult. She would have to deal with extremely shallow water, mud banks, and mini islands. It was all to say that this seemingly open swamp was quite difficult to navigate with only a few lanes where her ships could pass without adding on hours into the journey of pushing them through the mud which would also add more time. Mark¡¯s second force made for a single point of failure between Gale¡¯s swamp fortress and her riverhead settlement. Unless she wanted to go up or down and around for hours, she had to pass through here. Fortunately the goblins made it there first. However Gale had not been far behind. The ships were already at the edge of sight, giving the goblins only about 30 minutes to set up. The battle for the swamp fortress would begin here, since It would still be a good hour before the main army reached Gale¡¯s territory. It would be twice that before Daniel¡¯s forces would make it by Mark¡¯s estimate. Gale¡¯s forces were basically going single file, but when they saw the awaiting goblins they started fanning out. Unsurprisingly, Gale¡¯s forces got to attack first with their long ranged sling shots flinging their deadly projectiles. Gale seemed to have a million of the damn things. Yet the goblins weathered the volley without a single casualty. The barges had been split in half and were now pushed up forming a defensive wall on the banks on both sides of a 70 foot wide channel. A rough net had been set across the channel, but it would only keep Gale¡¯s forces from sailing right through.. Orbs smashed against hastily constructed bulwarks and splashed into the water all around the impromptu defenses, but the goblins hunkered down inching away as frozen tendrils moved along the ground toward their feet. As the ships closed in, the goblins quickly scrambled to set up rockets, Then a half dozen flame juggler reds lit all their fuses at once.. They only had about 80 of them due to their relative newness to the dungeon¡¯s arsenol. Several got frozen by a exploding orb before the fuse was done, another got knocked over, but then they all went off nearly at once. The two stuck in ice exploded right there sending earth and ice shrapnel into the nearby goblins killing or maiming them. The rocket that fell over shot straight into the water. All the rest shot forward, before they started corkscrewing and scattering. Fireworks exploded overhead as all of the other rockets found a target. Most exploded harmlessly into the air or in the water, but with 80 how could all of them miss. A good 20 of them exploded in the right vicinity. Shrapnel and bodies were sent flying. Half of the masts became useless torn rags. One ship took a direct hit. The wooden railing splintered sending shrapnel sweeping across the deck. In total, Mark guessed both sides took about an even number of fatalities from the attack. However, From the looks of it the ship that had taken a direct hit was taking on water and would go down. A successful attack by all accounts since Gale¡¯s units were far more important than any of Mark¡¯s. However, it was just a brief respite. Gale¡¯s ships started moving forward once again, now under full power of their oars. The slingshots started to become more and more accurate. No goblins were hit directly, but the spreading ice had caught or skewered more than a few as ice stalagmites shot out from their defensive wall. Before the goblins were even in archer range, they had taken over 100 casualties. It sounded like a lot but since it had taken Gale¡¯s ships 15 minutes to close in, the rate of death was not actually too alarming. Arrows started streaking out. They duplicated into hundreds. Then they burst into flame, all before they fell on Gale¡¯s units and ships. Most of the units were just fine, but hundreds of flaming arrows were lodged into her wooden boats. Unsurprisingly with the environment most failed to catch despite the enchantment keeping them burning for an extended period. However, the remaining sails were all ruined. If nothing else, not being able to supplement their rowing with wind power would cost her time. However, Mark intended for Gale¡¯s fleet to sink here. More volleys followed with the same effects. The wood was just too damp with the water and the humidity, but the goblins continued unperturbed. Dozens more goblins died as the slingshots continued to pelt their defenses with increasing effectiveness. The frozen wall was not starting to give way and collapse leaving the goblins exposed. The barge and mud wall, now looked to be made entirely of ice. Most of the water or mud around them had similarly started to freeze over. More than one goblin had given up the fight as they tried to pull a foot from what was now a frozen block of ice or tundra. However they were coming into another range, hundreds of arrows once again embedded themselves into the wooden boats. However, instead of going out many of their flames began to build. Suddenly Gale¡¯s armada found themselves alight in a half a dozen places a piece. The slingshot fire stopped briefly as the lizardmen struggled alarmed with the fire that seemed to spread and dance around despite their efforts. They spread, then closed together to trap units. Lizardmen and lesser trolls began to panic and started seeking escape in the water all around. If you come across this story on Amazon, it''s taken without permission from the author. Report it. But the flame jugglers'' machinations had not gone unnoticed. A half dozen ice blasts lanced out from the cloud giants following close behind the ships. Nearly all the flame jugglers were taken out in one move. However more flaming arrows landed, and the few that remained continued to spread the flames. In less than a minute all efforts at saving the boats had been abandoned. Instead all of the sailors had dived into the water and were swimming for the defenders positions on both sides of the channel. The following melee was hardly a fight as the lizardmen put down the goblin and frogmen where they stood. Mark''s last view from the linked force was hill trolls, cave trolls, and cloud giants all wading through the water toward the swamp fortress. The battle had been a success. The ships and hundreds of lizardmen and lesser trolls would never make it to the battle in time. However the battle was little more than a skirmish compared to the full fortress assault that would start only an hour later. Gale¡¯s forces got to watch for a good hour as the goblins moved in surrounding the fortress from the south and west. Setting up took longer than he would have hoped, however the good news was that they were still out of range for the most part. Gale had both slingshots and ballistas on top of the walls, but Mark was an engineer. How could he not have figured out the max trajectory of the slingshots based on ones recovered from around their dungeon? Several had streaked high arcs before splashing down about 100 feet shy. The ballistas could probably reach, but Gale was holding back for now. It took another ten minutes to get the siege weapons barges securely anchored, before they were ready to begin. Hundreds of other goblins and frogmen got ready, before all five catapults went off at once. Five white oval projectiles flew in high arcs. The goblin engineers furiously began working to crank the launching arm back down. While another spider approached the breeder sunflowers. Fortunately, the fog-like cloud that prevented anything beyond the territory from seeing inside, it did not affect things in the slightest once one was fully inside the illusion. It was just like the mirage of her forces that had fooled them for days. Mark of course had already known this having sent a few scouts inside to look around on multiple occasions. If Gale thought that he was launching standard projectiles or that he was about to assault her fortress, then she had another thing coming. Just like flinging disease ridden corpses over the walls in medieval times, Mark had come up with a far more dastardly method of attack. It would not have been possible without some of their most recent upgrades. The five white egg sacs flew. As soon as they had formed after the spiders had proliferated cast on them, the egg sacs had quickly been encircled with iron ring bracelets for weight and a parachute that would start to catch and open on the sacs downward trajectory. Four chutes successfully opened, while one egg sac continued hard likely splatting into the ground inside the walls. The four whose chutes did open had the metal rings slip off immediately and they started floating down right over the walls. Mark saw one egg sac burst open and dozens of black spiders fell. The other 3 sailed down out of sight beyond the wall. It wasn¡¯t much, but each egg sac should hold a good 50 spider young. All of them would be about the size of a medium sized dog, and all of them would have a power rating of about 1 or 1.2. They may be weak but 200 tier 1¡¯s could not be entirely overlooked, and the catapults were already getting working to get another round loaded. Mark gave the order for the goblins and frogmen to move forward as a second volley of spider egg sacs were launched. Unsurprisingly, the fortress sounded to be in a bit of chaos, but Mark witnessed two egg sacs get blown from the air, before the other 3 sailed down and out of sight. It was not too surprising that they were adapting fast, however Mark could do this for quite a while. Mark had more than enough breeder sunflowers and spiders to continue the barrage, and he had thousands of iron rings and parachutes ready to go. Eventually the battle settled as Gale got accustomed to his unstandard tactic, and the defenders started paying attention to the advancing goblins, but how could Mark let things go so easily? Mark gave the order for the catapults to take an extra two cranks to deliver the special packages. Mark could just picture things inside. Gale probably had a lot of mages either blowing the egg sacs out of the air or hitting them with a fireball as soon as they got close. That is what he would have done, and hopefully great minds think alike. Moments later, five white bags flew into the air. They also had parachutes, but no iron rings to make them heavier. They were heavy enough on their own. Mark only had a few of these shots available so he hoped to make them count. If Gale had watched closely she would have noticed that the black powder bags were descending at twice the rate of the normal egg sacs. None of these were shot from the air. Moments later the whole fortress shook as a successive wave of explosions shook the ground and deafened any nearby units. The enriched black powder made quite a boom. However undoubtedly, Gale would work to counter future such attacks. Hopefully they had done enough damage to her secondary lines to allow a few waves of spiders to build up. Mark smiled as four of the next five floated down. One had still been blasted from the air by a cloud giant on the wall. Mark had an answer for them as well, and it looked like the goblins and frogmen were about in position. Around five hundred feet from the walls or half the distance between both sides the goblins started setting up. A pair of goblins with shields stood front guarding each one of the 50 witch doctor reds, whose hands started to build black balls of power. Orbs and arrows sailed their way, but the guards'' shields were enchanted and embued, catching the blue orbs with their energy shields. Soon black shots of energy were lobbed in high arcing paths toward the wall. Ten seconds passed, but just before Mark could wonder if they had all missed several forms started sliding down the wall. It looked like a good 9 figures had been hit by the curses, and now they would do anything to end the building pain. Fortunately 6 of the figures were large humanoids including two cloud giants and an ettin. The others were all hill trolls and some small lizardmen. The goblin ballistas started firing as soon as the giant humanoids had righted themselves after crashing down into the muk. Eight ballistas and yet they only had one hit. It was a solid hit bringing down the cloud giant with one stroke. The other giants moved forward each after a different witch doctor. The cursed each knew which witch doctor was responsible for their plight and where to find them. The smaller lizardmen would likely never make it in time. The witch doctors who had snagged big game started to flee from the giantoids running after them. However, few had needed to. Hundreds of goblin archers were stationed a little further out from the wall. Any giant who started closing in got dozens of high quality enchanted arrows shot their way. Exposed as they were, they went down far too easily Like that the battle continued. The curses were insidious; they would go right through armor, shields, and even structures that were not too thick seeking out a target. With the spiders running amok, it was not as if Gale¡¯s forces could all just take cover either. More than a few spiders also became unwritten targets of the curses along with the defenders, although it quickly became apparent that the giant humanoids had been tucked away from the chaos, because most of the defenders who departed the walls from then on were lizardmen, lesser trolls, or spiders. Usually it was only a few per every volley of curses. Most missed or were successfully dodged. Anytime it looked like things inside were getting too comfortable inside, Mark had them send another round of black powder bombs inside. When they ran out of them after 2 more volleys, Mark started sending a loose net of rocks that would split apart in the air. Then he would occasionally have the goblin archers move forward like they were going to start trying to breach the walls. Gale of course had to bring more units onto the walls to counter a possible attack. A lot of goblins died with each feint, but more and more defenders were pulled from the walls as they sought to bring down the one that cursed them. In the end, Gale needed her units more than Mark needed his, so Mark was willing to make the trades despite how little results he actually saw. It was hard to tell how effective everything was, but they sure were causing a panic. Gale probably had plans for a lot of contingencies in place, but how could she have prepared for this. She likely had the walls manned with energy shields, but they did not work against curses, physical egg sacs, rocks, or black powder bombs. Mark could not see beyond the walls, but hopefully they had killed hundreds. After an hour only 1,300 of the 2,000 goblins remained, and at least a hundred frogmen had fallen despite only playing an auxiliary role. There were quite high casualties despite their job to only spread out Gale¡¯s defenses and be a nuisance. It was Daniel¡¯s job to actually take the fortress, but Mark expected that they had still killed hundreds. Hopefully it was more than enough to help the main assault to be successful. Chapter 75: Day 345 Gale In reality the true assault started with the arrival of Daniel¡¯s forces. The giant earth dragons did not even pause as they moved in on her walls. The North wall became heavily defended over the course of a few minutes as Gale prepared her defenses to receive them. This attack was not going at all how she thought it would. She had hundreds of units at her settlements at the river''s edge, the central island, the garden sanctuary, and her other outposts. A good thousand plus units that would never make it.. Half of them would not make it thanks to her fleet sinking an hour ago. Only a dozen giant humanoids trudged on but even they would likely only reach the dungeon right after the conclusion. Then came the infuriating attack by the goblins. To say it was far from standard would be an understatement. Over the last hour a good thousand spiders had been launched over her walls. The goblin witch doctors curses passed right through the magical barrier around her walls. True the spiders had likely only killed around 20 units or so. They were far too weak to be more than a nuisance to even the weakest of her troops. It was the same with the witch doctors, she had maybe lost 80 in total, that had left the safety of her walls. In contrast she had lost well just shy of 300 hundred units to the siege weapons. The first exploding sacks alone had killed 150. She had lost nearly 50 tier 2 Salamanders and dominators. Then she had lost 18 of the various giant types. She had killed twice that number, but the goblin force alone had outnumbered her, and now a much stronger beast force was headed her way. The losses were terrible, but there was also the fact that the inside of her fortress had become a mess. Stockpiles of extra enchanted projectiles had been destroyed. The warehouse had been destroyed, so she would not be able to get more. Then there was the fact that she had hundreds of units that required healing due to the bombs and the damn spore spiders. Her cloud giants and other mages were draining themselves just to get her other unit back up to standard. They were already burning through potions to replenish manna, meaning her staying power in actual combat was decreasing. Gale had contemplated about bringing the fight to the goblin forces while they were on their way or during the last hour, but that would mean leaving the advantage of her defenses. Even if she succeeded her slow moving assaults would likely take heavy casualties. Not something she could chance with a much more powerful beast army coming in from the North. Although now with hindsight perhaps she should have. Gale almost relished fighting the real army of beasts approaching her northern wall. Finally powerfully enchanted ballista bolts could kill something more worthwhile than a lowly goblin. Lizardmen dominators and hill giants could fight against true elites instead of thousands of weak goblins that would just scramble away. However she still had to be ready to defend the western and southern walls that the goblins threatened. A thousand goblins and large spiders could still threaten her if she did not keep them adequately in check. The northern ballistas started firing as the earth dragons closed. Exceptional quality piercing and swiftness enchantments ensured they moved fast and went deep. They should even go through the heavy armor plate the earth dragons were decked in. Four earth dragons were wounded, the bolts piercing deep only partially sticking out. The subsequent volleys were even more devastating as the range of the shots decreased. Earth dragons started collapsing to the water, but the assault did not falter. Then they were too close to the wall to be targeted, so the ballistas sought out the smaller beasts that had fallen behind. Seven of the twenty earth dragons had fallen. Half of the rest supported various grades of wounds, and now they were in close range for her archers and mages. Arrows and ice orbs poured on, but despite their enchantments they had little effect. All of the primates had shields, so were generally fine. Which meant their mounts were usually fine as well. Not really that surprising, but Gale was taken at back when dozens of spells fizzled out before their intended targets. Did Daniels mages have some sort of counter spell. Daniel¡¯s forces did not attack, they only did their best to close and defend. Things changed as the earth dragons reached the wall. Like impromptu ramps the earth dragons could reach two thirds of the way up the wall. The smaller units could do the rest. Girallons were the first to hop right up, grab the walls top and instantly pull themselves up in a fluid motion. All done while wearing heavy plate, shields, and weapons. The oversized gorillas and their four arms could even defend themselves as they mounted her walls, meaning only one of a dozen were rebuffed in the process. However the girallons found themselves instantly facing something on the same level. Gale¡¯s walls were overly wide. It helped support the girallons, but it also allowed her smaller giants and trolls to fight freely. Certain areas could even support her larger giants and cave trolls. Ogres, hill giants and hill trolls found themselves on the losing end of the exchange, but the girallons also became easy targets for waiting archers behind the walls. Then 4 unique named units leapt up onto the battlements. Three large cats and a white wolf. They started weaving in and out killing the weaker defenders. Then the wolf shot a white beam obliterating a swath of her archers at the base of the wall. A cloud giant targeted the wolf with an ice blast but it leapt out of the way. More and more evolved beast beasts started making their way onto the walls. Many leapt straight down to deal with the archers. A dozen two headed ettins and twenty cyclops moved in to keep them from going wild, while the cloud giants started picking them off. Daniel¡¯s forces hit fast and hard, and the chaos quickly started spreading throughout the fortress. All of the beasts had the equivalent of skills which allowed them to do all sorts of things. Gale watched some blink out of existence and attack from the flanks. Others had elemental attacks like the moon wolf. A pack of raptors moved along the walls bulldozing through defenders including her powerful hill trolls. Like a meteor entering the atmosphere the pack had flames burning in a barrier around them. However a cloud giant ice blast made it through the barrier on the side freezing half of their number. To think she had thought the goblins had caused chaos. No, they had been just an annoyance compared to this. Daniel¡¯s forces were hitting extremely hard and quickly. The skirmishes continued to spread as the remainder of Daniel¡¯s forces made their way onto the wall. Less than ten minutes had passed before the earth dragons started scrambling over the side, the rest of the beasts already within. It was at this point that the goblins started attacking. This time Gale doubted that they would break it off. She had hundreds of lesser trolls ready to receive their assaults, but packs of beasts were also headed along the walls from both directions. Gale started to have a sinking feeling that she would fail to hold the dungeon surface. Still she was devastating Daniel¡¯s forces. The unique titled wolf and one of the black cat were already dead. The smaller spotted cats were still agility moving unencumbered, but they were far less powerful. The goblin archers moved forward and started peppering everywhere with enchanted arrows. The multiplication enchantment was especially vexing, especially since they had secondary enchantments that amplified their damage. With the pressure from the sides, Gale quickly realized that even the goblins would be able to take the wall. She still had an inner keep, and Gale ordered much of her remaining forces to retreat back inside of her secondary defenses, but Gale did not hold out much hope. At this point by himself Daniel could likely take the surface from her. However he was taking horrifying losses to do so. Half of the remaining earth dragons sacrificed themselves to breach the keep wall only to have it quickly rendered pointless as half a dozen cloud giants used up a large chunk of water essence to form an ethereal tide of water that swept out pushing back bodies and living units alike, killing dozens in the process. A second breach occurred a minute later and received the same treatment after enough enemies had accumulated, but the defensive essence spells had a heavy resource cost. Gale could not manage it again. Unauthorized reproduction: this story has been taken without approval. Report sightings. At this point most of the earth dragons were dead along with most of the girallons. But the majority of the primates had been carefully preserved. Their spells were absorbed by the magic barrier that appeared around the top of the wall. Around 5 dozen beasts also remained although many were still scattered throughout the fortress fighting remnants that had failed to make it back to the keep. Gale still had several holdouts. The goblins on the other hand were being very deliberate. A powerful bugbear commander led another 30 bugbear elites to wipe out all resistance as the rest of their forces made their way into the fort. They likely would already all be in, if they had not delegated most of their forces to hauling up crates and crates of supplies. The elite spiders and bugbears might be quite deadly, but having been next door with Amelia¡¯s dungeon for the whole battle Gale knew that those crates might very well be the true threat. The remaining hot spots of defenders were soon settled and all of Daniels'' remaining 150 units concentrated on the keep. Gale would have been glad that his forces had been reduced with only a small fraction being composed of his stronger units, but her remaining forces were not much better. She had 122 units, sure it included a decent number of her tier 3¡¯s, but what could she do. There was still the whole army of goblins. Gale sighed. She had been too complacent, believing in her defenses. She had more than 1,000 units spread through her other settlements and a good fifty that had been holding the sanctuary she had won in battle. Now none of them would make it back in time. She would have been fine dealing with either one of these dungeons by themselves, but two dungeons working together¡­ Could her dungeon levels hold up? She believed they would, but how could she not worry. Mark The inner keep fell after a good half hour of resistance once their forces joined the assault. A simple thing once the energy barriers ran out of energy. Gale had only a handful of archers and mages to fight back during the period, so few casualties were sustained until the final melee. Mark once again let Daniel take on the brunt of the assault. Surprisingly, Daniel had agreed early on during their planning to be the main assault on the swamp fortress, leaving the dungeon levels to the goblin forces. Perhaps only because he realized that he would be the best candidate to take the surface. It did not matter, Mark and Amelia would happily accept a unique reward for being the ones to finish the job. Still Mark was a bit taken aback, when Daniel elected to retreat his remaining 50 some units rather than assist. The units were not overly strong, mainly mage chimps and other primates, but they still did have Vince ¡®the wanderer¡¯. Overall, it was a strong enough force to take a middle layer of most dungeons. In the end it did not matter. Mark was fairly confident that the remaining 700 goblins and other units could take it on their own. However, the news on the other side of the map had been less favorable. Avery¡¯s army had been obliterated. Nick Holt¡¯s forces suffered a resounding defeat as well. Still Amelia and himself would be far better off if Gale was taken out here. If all four coalition dungeons focused on Leonard''s dungeon it would fall quite easily, but Mark doubted that the coalition would stay together after today. At the very least all of them would re-evaluate their best options. However, Mark did not expect to be proven right so soon. Avery Kingston Avery was seething. ¡°How dare that bastard?¡± she repeated over and over again. Losing her army to a powerful calvary an hour ago was one thing, but that Daniel bastard betraying her was another. She had kept in comms with Amelia, she knew he had maybe brought around six to seven hundred powerful units for his attack there. Sure they had been elites, but how the hell had he brought an additional 3,000 beasts to her doorstep without her notice. Sure a large majority of them were weaker tier 1¡¯s, but would it matter. Avery only had around 800 defenders right now on the surface, and her auxiliary units that were busy scrambling out of the mine to join her defenses. ¡°How did he get past all of our scouts?¡± Avery screamed. ¡°It will be okay, my lady,¡± Mckayla said trying to comfort her, but her tone was not very confident. Still the aide was making as many preparations as possible, while her master rampaged around the core room. Avery breathed heavily as her mind scrambled for answers. A half dozen tree and other scouts were now reported as dead. Only half of them had been dead, but as Avery tried to shift a link to others they came up as dead as well. Daniel had apparently assassinated them before they could release any signal. The interface apparently did not receive the delayed updates faster than Daniel¡¯s army could move. Avery knew she should be trying to organize her forces, but what was the point? She knew about Daniel¡¯s capabilities from Amelia updates over the last half hour, and she had very few elite units that she had held back from the expedition. Daniel on the other hand had brought hundreds of elites as well as plenty of fodder. Eventually Avery came to a conclusion. Her fungus and tree units were all distinctive, whether by sight or perhaps by smell to the beasts. Even if they were rooted in the ground like normal plant life, all Daniel needed to know was what types she had. Since he also shared the tree branch it should not have been too hard for that one, and the fungus branch units would stand out anywhere. Perhaps the real question was how he had avoided counter detection. Daniel Hale Daniel felt pretty smug about everything. He had taken more losses than he had hoped in the swamp fortress assault, but then he supposed that was what happens when you try and crack open a turtle. He would allow Amelia¡¯s goblin army to take things from here, not that Daniel was content with giving up the unique reward. He still had one last trick up his sleeve. Whether it worked out or not with Gale, would depend on Amelia and a bit of luck, but even if Gale did survive, he would meet his true goal of knocking Avery off the board. Then after that he could reconsider. He felt that none of the other dungeons were really his equal on a one for one basis, but things would be tricky until there were only two dungeons left. Sure Amelia had helped, but Daniel could reduplicate taking Gale¡¯s dungeon later. Perhaps while the two southern dungeons duked it out. The battle commenced less than 30 minutes after Gale¡¯s fortress had fallen. The ankylosaurs led the charge smashing into Avery¡¯s treants and other units with their power spiked heads or mace like tails. A group of chimps moved right behind them using fire based attacks. However some fungus unit types shot out a thick cloud of spores that served as a barrier. Cherry trees started launching their cherry projectiles which covered whole swaths of land in tiny explosions. Avery had advanced pretty far along the germination path, so the attacks were a bit stronger than Daniel would have thought. Not that it mattered, he had the tree branches playbook, so what if he lost a few more of his tier 1 beasts. There were a few more surprises, but eventually Avery¡¯s forces were pushed back to her main building. It looked like a tiered cake made of stone with three layers seemingly held together by tree trunk sized roots. Hundreds of trees and other vegetation were scattered along its surface. The inside was even more remarkable. Hidden among all the roots and vines were living versions that could drag off unsuspecting invaders. Walls a foot thick grated open allowing myconid defenders to attack vulnerable mage beasts. It really was a marvel that she had made all of this. Being a model he had not expected her to showcase this level of ingenuity and intelligence. However, it would all be for naught. His forces had already found multiple staircases to the second level. Progress was slow since roots and vines were purged whenever possible, but he had all the time in the world. Nothing could come to her rescue. Regardless, this madhouse maze would claim hundreds of his units. Daniel shrugged. It was just the cost of taking a dungeon. Of course he would like to preserve resources when able, but anyone who had lasted this long would not go down without taking their toll, even if he had caught her completely unaware. Chapter 76: Day 345 Mark watched the first two floors as if on autopilot. They were manned with peak tier 1 lizardmen centurions but that was hardly a concern at this stage. However on the third floor, it was immediately apparent that Gale had already had a level 2 dungeon since lizardmen dominators and salamanders started storming into their ranks or blasting their forces with fireballs and these were just the wandering defenders from a maelstrom. Still not really a concern. Mark and Amelia could not communicate with their forces in the dungeon, but Henry was handling things just fine. Advanced teams pushed through the tunnels and secured adjoining tunnels to prevent ambushes, minimizing the losses. With over 800 goblins, frogmen, plants, and spiders, they had plenty to spare. Mark even sent the remaining frogmen back with some claimed booty from the surface. They would not be much help in the dungeon anyways. It was better to use them for carrying back enchantments and magic equipment for study and use. Despite that they were proceeding cautiously. Henry was on top of things to ensure that the right forces with the right weapons were ready for the fights. The giants later in the dungeon could quite potentially fall quite easily with the right enchanted arrows or tactic, and they had all the time they needed to succeed or fail. Mark spent the time ruminating on where they would go from here. Naturally, he had sent linked scouting teams to give them a glimpse of both battles that took place down to the south. It had been easy to monitor them while his units sieged Gale¡¯s walls. Unfortunately, neither Avery or Nick were able to overcome the cavalry units that destroyed all opposition. It had been far more intimidating than the impression they had of his forces based on his assault into their dungeon or on the central island. Nick¡¯s forces were literally trounced despite using the same tactics he had used against them just North of his volcano settlement. Avery¡¯s forces had lasted quite a bit longer, her plant units were far less susceptible to being slammed by a wall of moving steel and flesh. However, Leonard''s forces also had magic swords and powerful enchantments. In reality, he was the only other force that Mark had seen that displayed similar acumen to their own dungeon in that field. ¡°That rotten bastard!¡± Amelia shouted. Mark¡¯s eyes snapped to her as she furiously got to her feet and began pacing. ¡°What is it? What happened?¡± he asked intrepidly. ¡°He¡¯s attacking Avery,¡± she stammered. ¡°Daniel,¡± she clarified upon seeing his blank response. ¡°You¡¯re kidding!¡± Mark stated just as shocked. Daniel had brought a decent sized force in his attack against Gale. Not large, but it had a bunch of elites including at least 3 units with unique titles. He had not only done that, but he had also staged an entire army to deal a deathblow against Avery. Mark had always known their little coalition would likely fall apart immediately after the attack, but this seemed to soon. It was no wonder that Daniel had his leftover units including the unique titled cat skedaddle before word could get back to them. ¡°How is she fairing?¡± Amelia turned toward him. Her face was contorted in anger, and she was crying, angry crying. ¡°3,000 units, including at least 2 unique titled ones. She doesn¡¯t think she is going to survive this¡­¡± Amelia''s voice trembled during the last sentence. ¡°Good night,¡± Mark replied leaning back into the couch. How could he have that many more units and two more titled units hidden away. It was no wonder that the guy had been ranked first for the first few rankings. Mark¡¯s mind was scrambling for an answer, but then Amelia collapsed back on the opposite side of the couch. Perhaps it was not the time. ¡°Are you okay?¡± ¡°Yeah, I¡¯ll be fine,¡± Amelia said, much more calmly than Mark expected. Mark watched as her facial expressions took on a more somber but resolute feel. ¡°I guess it was always going to come to this¡­eventually. At least we never had to go against each other, so we could remain friends till the end.¡± Mark nodded. There was not really much that he could say to comfort her. There had only ever been the possibility that only one of them would walk away from the succession battle. The friendship had an expiration date from the start, but still Avery and Cynthia had been her only real outlets beside himself. Amelia was not like him, who could ruminate on the various battle features all day every day. ¡°Is she really certain that she won¡¯t be able to¡­ uh make it,¡± Mark finally asked. ¡°She sounds fairly certain,¡± Amelia said as she started describing their forces. Daniel¡¯s forces were already on the third level of her plant-encrusted palace. After that it was just the nine levels of her dungeon. Avery had apparently elected to start giving Amelia full details since she knew she wasn¡¯t going to make it out of this. After ten minutes of listening, Mark could tell that their own dungeon would have been easily overwhelmed by such a force, even if they saw it in time and used up all their remaining MP and DP, not that they had much. It had really just been Avery¡¯s misfortune that she had been chosen. Mark did not know for certain why she had been picked, but it was likely due to the fact that Daniel was certain he could surprise her. Avery¡¯s first notice had been a blaring alarm and red blimps appearing on her tactical map. Mark and Amelia definitely knew how that felt. Still Avery seemed to be taking it rather well, since she was giving them such detailed accounts of his forces. Mark could not help but to sarcastically smile, thinking of the saying about a ¡®woman scorned.¡¯ Avery seemingly was more worried about ensuring that they had as much information that she could give. Mark doubted it was only due to her friendship. More likely she wanted Daniel to get what was coming to him. ¡°We are going to take out Daniel next, right?¡± Amelia asked with a harsh tone. Mark did not respond immediately, as he played through the various scenarios. ¡°Yeah, I don¡¯t think we have a choice at this point,¡± Mark finally responded. There was no way that they would be able to perform another joint attack with the guy after this, and Mark could not see them going after one of the other two. After all, once Gale and Avery fell their own dungeon would lie in between Daniel and the other two. It would be better to focus on the northern dungeon while the two southern dungeons kept each other occupied. Then their dungeon would only form a point of a triangle with the two southern dungeons. Hopefully, Leonard and Nick would fight things out with each other while they faced off with Daniel. They should consider each other their biggest competition, but then they had not exactly always acted that way up to this point. I guess time will tell, Nick thought as he refocused on the ongoing battle. Their forces were on the final room of the fourth floor. Gale had already unlocked her troll branch by this point since they mainly faced troll regulars. Although it appeared that she had limited MP at the time since half of her defenders were composed of the weaker lowland trolls. Not too surprising, Mark thought after remembering dungeons falling one after the other after dungeons started to reach level 2. Gale probably needed stronger defenses right then despite using weaker units. Gale¡¯s fifth floor was manned fully by troll regulars. The only difference was the quality of gear. Each wore thick metal armor with various enchantments. Gale had moved them forward to the beginning of the floor in an attempt to surprise their forces. They easily wiped out the 60 goblins forming the advance squads, but by the time they were defeated, Henry had already moved up the goblin mages and pyromancers and burned them alive inside of their armor. Love this novel? Read it on Royal Road to ensure the author gets credit. Gale had already unlocked giants by the time she built her sixth level. Twenty five armor plated ogre defenders were waiting once again to surprise them in one of the opening rooms. The room was well suited for the task since a long chasm separated the two sides with only two ten foot wide bridges leading across. However it actually ended up working against her. Those powerful door shields did not protect from the black shrunken head curse. Once ogres started running across they fell quite easily to the exceptional quality enchanted arrows, and once the initial ogres were spurned to cross by the curse the others quickly followed suit. Each ran down in two single filled lines, right into a hail of arrows. The powerful duplicating piercing arrows punched right through. It was Gale''s fault for allowing them to get set up. The next three floors had nearly the same compliments of defenders. They mostly had ogres, although a few mages were interspaced to provide some variance. Gale had changed tactics to have the ogres attack when they could approach ambush from multiple directions. It was far more effective, but at this point even the wandering maelstrom units were mostly all ogres so Henry had the appropriate forces arrayed in waiting at all times. They took losses, but they were acceptable. That did it for the level 2 dungeon floors, but Mark was hardly surprised when the next floor opened to a tenth. Gale had been among the first to reach level 3, so it was not too surprising. A scouting unit quickly scampered back after getting a good look. Twenty fully armored hill trolls carrying door shields stood guard up a fortified hill. Five cloud giants stood waiting on top, ready to blast their forces. It was the final room of the tenth floor. Based on the lack of wandering units, Gale had not gotten around to unlocking the maelstroms for her tier 3 floors. Still the set up allowed Henry to get their forces ready. Ten minutes passed as Henry prepped. Then the damn burst. Hundreds of archers poured into the room without warning, scattering across the wide open base of the hill. The assault started virtually without warning so that the cloud giants could not blast the single opening leading into the large chamber. Next ballistas started being wheeled in. The first went to the right and the next to the left and so on. It took half a minute for the cloud giants to charge their ice blasts, which they sent toward the attackers. One obliterated a ballista and a couple goblins surrounding it. Another missed another ballista that was still being wheeled to the far corner of the room. Hill trolls started charging down hill realizing that they were just targets on the hill, but hundreds of powerfully enchanted necrotic arrows started streaking uphill from the hundreds of archers scattered along the base. It was extremely effective, but the hill giants were still extremely tough. They quickly bypassed the archers that scampered to the side. Gale had apparently ordered them to take out the ballistas, which they promptly did. Only one ballista managed to fire a bolt right into a hill troll''s center mass, knocking it back and mortally wounding it. Then the fight became reminiscent of their fight with the dragon the behir, their 3rd floor guardian. Archers scattered away and peppered the lumbering giantoids. The cloud giants continued to support, but the goblins were all acting individually so it was hard to bring down more than one or two with a single spell. It had all been a part of Henry¡¯s strategy. Mark remembered Nasal having discussed their underground assault on the behir to the goblin commander. Realizing that this was not going in her favor, Gale quickly sent the eight remaining hill giants down the hill toward the tunnel. Henry had anticipated this and had their forces ready. Powerful waves of arrows encompassed the entire passage slamming into the approaching hill trolls. Although Henry and a few other bugbear elites had to step in to put down the last two. After that, their forces took only marginal losses charging up the hill to deal with the cloud giants. Henry ordered the units to rest once the floor was taken. After a couple hours they continued on, to find an eleventh floor. Mark was far from surprised to find another floor awaiting them. Gale had likely spent every drop of MP and DP she had left upon seeing the attack on her dungeon. She could very well have the full 14 floors. Hopefully, there would be fewer, assuming that Gale had run out of resources. They still had over 400 goblins, all the sunflowers, and spiders, including pretty much every elite that had entered the dungeon. However, Mark was doubtful that they could manage a full 4 more floors, so at 200,000 MP a piece to unlock the floor along with what she would need to spend to summon the defenders. Hopefully Gale had not been able to build them all. The eleventh floor gave a good indication that this would be the case. It was just one long tunnel leading to one giant room that was filled with the unarmored two headed ettins and cyclops. It looked like it was unplanned, so Gale had likely built it earlier that day. The room was large and flat, extremely open to allow the giantoids to move around easily. Of course they were loosely clustered around the opening, ready to smash swaths of units as they exited the tunnel. Henry took a minute to configure their forces before having them pour out of the tunnel like bees pouring out of a hive. The front wave was led by the elite bugbears with Henry at the front. Five bugbears worked together to block the ettin swung club from the right as Henry by himself blocked the one to the left, his shield flaring up a magical barrier. Others continued forward cutting the two ettins as they passed them moving forward to the next ring of giantoids. Spiders followed immediately after the 21 bugbears. The black funnel web and spore spiders emptied into the right side of the room in seconds. One was crushed under a second swing of the right ettin, before the ettin was brought down by a group of bugbears. Henry was pushing back the one on the left. A group of spore spiders immediately moved into a cluster of waiting cyclops on the right. Several were instantly crushed, their wooden vine like frames turned to splinters. But then the remainder all poofed out yellow clouds that quickly spread. Seconds later the cyclops started wheezing and coughing. They still killed the tier 3 spiders a kill with each successful hit, but they became far more clumsy and started staggering back further into the room. The bugbears continued forward and to the left, taking the vanguard on the left side of the room. Despite each having a full complement of skills and top gear, a third were killed with the first pass as they broke into the secondary ring of giantoids. Once they were amidst the giants they started fairing far better, weaving in and out using the giants awkward size against them. Then out came the archer goblins, uncontested. They quickly spread along the wall to the left and begin their hail of arrows. The spore spiders were wiped out nearly to the spider, but they had effectively scattered the clump of cyclops to the right side of the room. The black funnel web spiders followed up targeting individual giantoids. It was the first time that Mark saw them in combat. Even he was taken aback as they launched tens of feet latching onto the sides of the giantoids. In a flash they bit into a cyclops flesh. Delivering their toxic payload. A second later they shot back off and out of range. A few of the giant black spiders were swatted out of the air or while they were attached, but most were nimble enough to escape the clumsy and slow counters. Mark had evolved all of the funnel web spiders with their toxic essence, so their bites should be fairly lethal. Still it looked like it took several before the giant cyclops started stumbling about. Still it looked like the spiders would be the ones to prevail, with their uncannily quick reactions. Their numbers were about the same, but the spiders would prevail in a matter of a minute or two. The unarmored cyclops just were not suitable opponents for them, especially when they were struggling to breath and focus. The fight on the left side on the other hand was an open melee. Several ettins had nearly immediately charged to deal with their biggest threat, the archers. Henry intercepted one but the rest started turning whole clumps of archers into mulch. One swing could find a half a dozen despite them all being spread out. But more archers were pouring in every second, and the ones that were able to make a successful shot were doing so with powerful effect. They were finally taking heavy losses, but it was still clear that they would have a victory on this floor. Still Mark could only grimace each time a goblin archer was turned to paste. He did not particularly care for the goblins, but their quiver full of arrows. They were losing a lot of powerful enchantments with each one that was killed. Most were only good quality, but Henry had handed out a handful of excellent quality arrows to each archer as well. Over the months they had made tens of thousands, but their stockpile would mostly be gone after this was all said and done. Mark had only kept about 25% back at the home dungeon for defense. It was after the fight was finished, that Amelia finally informed him that Avery¡¯s last floor had fallen. She had sent Amelia one last goodbye message. A moment later they got the notification. [Notice: Contender, Avery Kingston, has been eliminated by another contender. Contender has been given a unique reward. Contenders remaining 5/35] It was sobering news, however it was nothing compared to the next notice a little more than an hour later. [Congratulations: A dungeon had reached level 4 ushering in the final era of the battle.] Chapter 77: Day 345 The notice came, while their forces rested in the final room of the eleventh floor. It was not completely out of the realm given that Daniel Hale had just earned a unique reward, but it was still a bit shocking. Mark was certain that it had been Daniel and not one of the other two to hit dungeon level 4. He was also certain that it had been due to his unique reward and not from a saved up MP. They guy had just fielded far too many beasts and top notch elites, to have that much MP lying around. The greater worry however was the second accompanying notices. [Notice: The sponsorship feature has been fully unlocked. The other three remaining dungeons will all automatically unlock their lowest remaining technology on their respective tech trees.] [Warning: The first champions have been summoned to the field, and the first dungeon guardian floor has been unlocked.] Mark would have been extremely excited if not for the following warning. They only had two techs remaining, Advanced metallurgy and higher level learning. Both cost one and half million MP. Thankfully he had unlocked dungeon features III already, but then there was the warning. Mark did not really have to guess what a champion was. Obviously it was a powerful unit, and since the battle creators had elected to give the other dungeons a warning and a compensatory free tech, they must be real game changers. Then there was a dungeon guardian. Was that like the entire dungeon equivalent of a floor guardian. Unfortunately, Mark would have to make a decision within the next hour. Which seemed like it would be far beyond the time Henry intended to rest the army. Mark would have liked to see their own unique reward, assuming that they would get it, but they had no way of pushing Henry to push forward. Not that they would if they could. It would be far better to ensure getting a reward then pushing forward the attack and failing. The rest was really for Henry and the other surviving 4 bugbears to refresh their skills as well as to allow the black funnel web spiders to refill their venom sacs. Since those were their only elite troops it was better to wait, even if the attack could only continue on this evening. Still the troops only had enough for one light meal, so if there was a thirteenth floor they would have to just continue on. But Mark hoped there would not be too many more floors. Each floor cost at least 300,000 MP with unlocking the floor and the units. Still it was certainly possible she had been saving up for one of the techs and been able to unlock all of the floors. The twelfth floor looked just as unplanned as the eleventh floor. A long stretch of tunnel leading to a final boss room. The room was manned by eighteen cyclops and seven cloud giants. The cloud giants crouched behind fortifications of a pyramid like structure leading to the rooms exit. Three stairways led up the otherwise smooth ascent. Each had a single cyclops as a guardian. The other fifteen cyclops were scattered behind seemingly random wall barriers forming rings around the base of the pyramid. They would be fairly protected against ranged attacks. On top of what was obviously magic powered armor, Mark''s confidence took a serious blow. The sight did not completely fill him with dread. Mark had the feeling that this was Gale¡¯s final room. The last floor had been a bunch of relatively unequipped giantoids. If it had been the same here, Mark was sure they would easily take this floor as well. But it looked like Gale had used up all her spare equipment for a final stand here since every unit would be extremely difficult to bring down. Henry gave out his final orders before he led the procession out into the room. Hundreds of tier 1 spider lings poured out first scrambling forward. Following them were the goblin forces. They moved out of the tunnel quickly fanning out, so they could attack from every angle. The cloud giant''s fingers started flaring blue almost immediately when it became clear that the attack was commencing. Their ice blasts had at least a 20 to 30 second duration, so the goblins and other units started scrambling to take cover behind the very walls the cyclops hid behind. Still units were still exiting the tunnel when the ice blasts lanced out. Henry leapt into the air to intercept them. A magical barrier formed catching the first few, before gravity brought him back down and the force of the blasts forced him back. He leapt again to intercept the rest, but a portion had gotten through killing a good dozen units. Henry immediately barked orders and the sunflowers started pouring out and started making their way across. So far they had not been utilized in the attack, Mark had left them outside for as long as possible to recoup solar energy, but eventually the dozen giantoids from Gale¡¯s armada had made it to the fortress forcing them inside. With their goblin compliment it had been easy enough fighting their way through the first two floor defenders and the wandering maelstrom units before catching up on the fifth floor. The result was perhaps a half a second charge for their sunburst ability. Thankfully the cloud mirage around her territory had not affected their ability to absorb the late morning sun. Hopefully they could make a difference here. Just prior to sending all the spiders into battle on the last floor they had proliferated them for the last time. Now 500 some spiders could act as their vanguard for this final room. The last of the sunflowers hobbled behind cover as the next round of ice blasts lanced out. The battle was already in full swing. The six remaining witch doctors had all switched to debuffs, each choosing a different cyclops to use their smite spell against. Accompanying them were six reanimated cyclops from the previous floor. The reanimated cyclops were far from going toe to toe with their living brethren. Mark watched as one cyclops brought a blue magic sword around cutting half way through one of the reanimations. The reanimation continued to fight as the living cyclops withdrew its sword it mauled at the open flesh around its opponents neck with its one remaining arm, but it was clear the reanimation would not last for too long. Two other reanimations had better success having disarmed their opponents and drawn them into a full grapple. However, it was also clear that they were weaker, not being able to use their bodies as efficiently. The goblins and spiders were faring far worse. The funnel web spiders were having a far more difficult time biting through powerfully enchanted armor. It was looking like it would be nearly the reverse of the last floor. The sixteen tier 3 spiders along with their young were not doing much good besides drawing attention. Henry quickly worked the sunflowers into the attack. Powerful barriers sprang up to block the sunbursts but they were quickly worn down. The battle for the base wall rings lasted for five minutes. In the end, they were successful, losing only half their number while wiping out the fifteen cyclops defenders, but that left them at the bottom of three sets of stairs leading up to a well fortified position. The cloud giants had of course saved most of their manna for this part of the assault where it would be most effective. Unfortunately, for them Henry had withheld a powerful trump card for just such an occasion. A few runners were sent to bring back supplies from the tunnel. Of most importance were the 7 shields. Each shield was masterfully built by gnome smiths and had multiple gems embedded. Each gem had been void embued. They still did not have a ton of magical equipment, having used most of their gems to make energy shields for their defenses, but these shields were the best of what they did have. Unlike the barrier Henry had used earlier, these shields would draw in all energy from magic attacks that came close to them, with little to no effort from their bearers. While they had limits, Mark was doubtful they would hit those limits during the time it took for their forces to climb the stairs. The real issue perhaps was how to get past the cyclops stairwell guardians waiting on top. After a few minutes the assault began without warning. A bugbear led the charge for the center and left stairways, as the remainder of the spiders swarmed up the right. The lead bugbears held their shields before them, catching the magic blasts as they came. They made it near half way up before the ice blasts lanced down. However, instead of wiping out the foremost dozen assaulters, the blue energy was absorbed right into the shields. However, far be it said that Gale was not prepared for the limits of her mage¡¯s long spell durations. Cloud giants started throwing blue orbs down at the climbing goblins. Any that came near the void shield had blue energy forcefully pulled from them. By the time they passed by they were basically transparent globes of glass that shattered on whatever they impacted. The cloud giants immediately started targeting units away from the shield bearers. The spiders were taking staggering losses, but their side was just a diversion to keep the defenders from concentrating on the two goblin assaults. Stolen from Royal Road, this story should be reported if encountered on Amazon. However, Mark¡¯s 20 sunflowers had completed their own spell cast times. Twenty blue flashes lanced out as thunderstrike skills lanced out. They shot up to the top of the fortification with surprising speed. Some missed, others met a barrier that flashed into existence from magical armor, but a good half dozen made it through hitting the upper torso or head of surprised cloud giants. Two of them immediately went down, convulsing. The void shield bearers stopped near the top allowing other units to move in to deal with the cyclops as they guarded the approach. Other goblin archers stopped midway to fire as the cyclops exposed themselves. Several goblin archers were accidently pushed to the side as other units scrambled past them. They slid down toward the bottom of the pyramid, likely hitting the base at bone crushing speed. Two of the three assaults floundered almost immediately with the magic armored cyclops easily weathering the attacks from the spiders or goblins, but the third on the left side led by goblin mages and pyromancers pushed forward as fireballs lanced out covering their stairway¡¯s cyclops with flame. Pyromancers increased the temperature and kept the flames alive as they burnt through the magical barrier and then sprang to cling to the cyclops itself, leading to the cyclops stumbling back in blinding pain. Melee fighters led by the void shield bearer pushed up and in to gain a foothold. The respite only lasted a few seconds as a quick thinking cloud giant threw a blue orb to smash against the cyclops on flames. The cyclops was covered in ice, but the flames were gone and it quickly regained its bearing and started back forward to cover its stairway. Goblins were just then ascending the upper steps to reach the top. A club sent most including the void shield bugbear out into the open air. They would plummet to their deaths. However a half dozen goblins scrambled through and instantly started to run into space where it was more open. They were little more than a nuisance with their own weapons, but at the back of the platform were a few piles of blue orbs. The goblins had definitely seen them at work. The goblins instantly made for the piles. Several cloud giants moved physically to intercept them, leaving the wall undefended. The pressure on the goblins was decreased. Henry was already leading two other bugbears up the center. Henry separated himself from the rest, accepting a magic sword strike onto his own void shield. The cyclops got the better of the exchange forcing Henry backwards down a few steps, but then Henry sped up pushing up and right into the giantoids guard. Energy sapped from the cyclops magic equipment in steady streams as Henry moved in crushing a kneecap with one swing. It only took a few moments for the continuous energy to cause the void gems to crumble from over exertion. However, as they crumbled, electricity sprang into existence as Henry started cycling his own manna. He delivered one powerful strike after the other to the cyclops who was too slow to deal with him. The other bugbears edged around to deal with a nearby cloud giant, however even together they were far from its equal. At most they were able to keep it occupied burning their skills up quickly. More goblins squeezed through the cracks of the battle to engage other defenders, but they were far from being any of the defenders equal. The cyclops accumulated wound after wound despite its protective armor now flaring to stunt Henry¡¯s strikes. Then Henry started to struggle noticeably more. He was still quicker, but his speed had reduced significantly as his speed skill became completely drained. However, a few goblins who had ascended the stairs sent arrows right into the cyclops'' unprotected neck. The archers had used high quality non enchanted arrows. The attacks were not deadly to the giantoids, but they were enough to pull the cyclops'' attention for a moment. It was enough for Henry to capitalize; he flared with electricity as he shot up slamming his hammer right into the cyclops'' chin. The giant fell straight back falling into the wall before slumping down to the wall¡¯s base. Henry immediately scrambled further onto the platform to avoid a hail of blue orbs. It was pretty much a lost cause at this point for Gale¡¯s forces as goblins started pouring in unchecked from the center. Orbs killed a half dozen at a time, but there were hundreds following them. There just were not enough defenders, but before Mark could get too excited they all noticed something unusual at around the same time. One of the cloud giants who had chased after the goblins sent a magic bolt straight to a piece of empty space in front of the level door. It had been an seemingly odd move for only a second. Then Mark noticed a camouflaged shape unveiled partially. It only lasted a second, but it was clearly a four legged beast, a smaller one. Daniel had not pulled all his creatures from the attack after all. Mark did not know which of the defenders was the floor''s guardian, but it was thankfully not one of the dead ones. Otherwise the predator-like-cloaked beast would have claimed the dungeon right out from under them. Henry who had already been running that way had evidently also noticed. He sent a crackling ball of electricity at the fast fading form. This time the creature flashed into view more clearly. It was one of the Caval units. It was even a unique titled unit, Vivi ¡®the wanderer.¡¯ ¡°The gall of that guy,¡± Amelia proclaimed. She also immediately recognized the situation. Then began an odd exchange as the cloud giant, beast, and bugbear commander all met near the floor exit. The cloud giant whipped a spiked mace around, nearly braining Henry immediately, but the bug commander dropped to the ground at the last second. A moment later he sprang to his feet once again dodging the mace as it crashed into the stone where he had just been. But he was launching at the quickly fading cat beast, determined to not allow it to fade back into stealth. The cat sprang away, somehow even quicker than Henry could manage, but Vivi had lost its cloaking ability nearly completely. Vivi was large for a cat, but she was still only a few hundred pounds. She circled as the cloud giant once again struck out at Henry. Henry dodged and then moved in delivering his own blow to the giant¡¯s side. The magic armor flared blue from a central gem dissipating the lighting and force behind the strike. Henry managed another half hearted swing before he was forced to withdraw. The cat attacked him as he left the cloud giant''s range. Sharp claws carved up the side of his breastplate. After another exchange, Henry moved away, his side flaring in a faint glow. The cat had cut through the armor easily enough, and Henry was using his healing skill. Several more exchanges proved that there was a clear hierarchy of speed between the three. Henry could not catch the cat, but the cloud giant could not touch either of them, and all of the other defenders and attackers were far too absorbed in their own struggle to pay the three fighting at the back of the platform any mind. Henry had healed several more wounds and the cloud giant held its own side covered in blue blood as it carried its mace in the other. The cat had gotten to them both. However, the stalemate between three powerhouses did not last long. It was Henry who broke the stalemate in one move as the cat closed once again on him. Electricity flared into his surroundings saturating the area, the cat faltered momentarily a few strides away in the electric field. Vivi decided to retreat, but the brief pause was enough. Henry¡¯s hammer caught the creature in the back hip. The cat was sent curtailing through the air. It landed 20 feet away and tried to rise up, before it found its back legs utterly useless. The cat was a perfect scout or assassin, but did not have any resiliency. Henry and the giant paid it no further attention as they moved in on each other. Henry had clearly lost a step, and now the two were nearly evenly matched now that most of Henry¡¯s skills were drained. With the giant''s overwhelming size that was not a good thing. Henry started getting battered as he fought something with longer reach and now nearly the same speed. Things looked pretty grim for a few more exchanges, until Henry used his last trump card. The giant¡¯s mace came around hard. From all appearances there was nothing the bugbear commander could do to keep it from taking a crushing hit from the side, but then Henry popped a step out of range. It was not teleportation, but his reversal skill that manipulated time. Henry had drained his entire bar to reverse where he had been by less than a second. It was enough, Henry launched forward following behind the swing. His body flared with electricity as he leapt forward crashing his hammer into the giant¡¯s jaw. A second later the giant collapsed to the ground. The goblins were still half heartedly probing the defenses, but it was clear that other than the fight at the back of the chamber not much was happening. And the fight at the center looked to be a losing battle. The bugbear commander studied his surroundings for a moment longer before he quickly moved to the door and gave it a try. He had been right, the cloud giant with the mace had been the guardian. All of the other giants immediately dropped their own fights rushing towards him, but he had a head start. He quickly dipped into the core room and rushed toward the glowing blue orb. Mark only saw a glimpse of Gale standing stoically alongside a man. She had an intense flare in her demeanor. The man on the other hand was completely average. A moment later it was finished. A second dungeon had fallen, leaving only four left in the battle. Chapter 78: Day 345 Henry and the rest of the army appeared on a large flat piece of mud in the middle of the swamp. There was still plenty of evidence that a settlement had once been there, but the fortifications were gone in their entirety. Neither was there a sign of the dozen giants who had reclaimed the surface earlier that day. ¡°Want to eat dinner now?¡± Amelia asked as soon as their celebrations were over. Mark shrugged. ¡°Good we can eat and discuss how we are going to take out that bastard, while we wait for our unique reward.¡± It only took them minutes to sift through the dinner options. ¡°So¡­which technology do you think we should go with?¡± Amelia asked, as she twisted her fork in the spaghetti. ¡°Well Advanced metallurgy has a predictable benefit. Stronger, more durable, and lighter swords, shields, armor... It should also decrease interference with our enchantments and magical embuement,¡± Mark started. ¡°But with the gnomes aren¡¯t we kind of getting around that?¡± Amelia asked in a challenging manner. ¡°Yes¡­but we have only a dozen of them working in the forge. Not enough to produce enough to outfit an entire army. Why¡­ are you leaning toward going with higher learning?¡± The gnomes were an effective circumnavigation of the limits with their dungeon¡¯s equipment. The gnomes were already producing various metallic alloys for their own equipment, and even after effectively joining them, their work was still not limited by the interface¡¯s limits that kept dungeons from doing things that they had not researched. The red hobgoblin smiths still could not produce steel or work the mithril they had found, but the gnomes could. At the goblins current level, even exceptional quality enchantments were still pretty difficult, but with the gnomes it was a near foregone conclusion that their equipment could be enchanted to that level and it had made masterwork quality enchantments even possible. ¡°Yes,¡± Amelia replied. ¡°We already have mass stockpiles of equipment and armor, even after this attack. Battles are not happening on even a monthly basis at this point, so we should be able to equip our elites from battle to battle since very few will actually be goblins since it is starting to look like we might be shifting more towards using beasts and plants for the mass of our force, with goblins using our equipment in support.¡± ¡°I mean you can¡¯t tell me a green goblin having a steel sword versus an iron one would make much of a difference, and as far as arrowheads¡­ A single gnome smith can mass produce several hundred in just one day. That should be plenty for our top enchantments,¡± Amelia trailed off. Mark thought about it for a minute. The number of good quality enchanted arrows in their two warehouses numbered in the hundreds of thousands at this point. Easily enough to last them through 3 or 4 full scale battles. However, they had just depleted the majority of their exceptional quality and a handful of their masterwork equipment with this attack. Not going for advanced metallurgy right now would limit the amount of exceptional quality stuff that could be made, but it would not affect masterwork quality at all. For masterwork quality the main limiting factor was materials. Stuff like the petrified wood and mithril they had just started to excavate. It also required base essence as an inscription material at the very least, whereas the better enchanters like Amelia could manage exceptional quality quite frequently on high steel without it. ¡°Well you are partially right. I doubt our masterwork quality and future artifacts will be affected. Still I would say we will only be producing a third of the exceptional quality enchantments that we could if our goblin smiths could get to the same level.¡± ¡°You¡¯re the one who has been saying we should not put all our eggs in one basket. By now all of the dungeons know our enchanted gear is one of our main features, so perhaps we should see what the higher learning tech would give us. For a tier 3 tech it should not be completely useless, and we are effectively already getting advanced metallurgy already even if only at a reduced capacity.¡± Mark finally nodded. ¡°Okay I can¡¯t argue with that. At the very least hopefully the tech will give us more RP. A moment later Amelia selected Higher learning and they both looked at what it unlocked. Mark glared at her a second later, and she smiled back sheepishly. Higher learning gave absolutely nothing¡­ At least not until they built another core building. ¡°I will get Cedrick to get some gnomes to start working on the institute,¡± Mark sighed. Once that decision was made, the two could not help but to ruminate as they waited for their unique reward. Mark felt both excitement and anxiety. This would be their fourth reward. The other three had given them what they needed at that stage of the battle. Mark was not exactly sure about what they needed now. There were many things that could be improved, but they currently had a pretty versatile hand to work with. As the last of the time ticked down on the counter, Mark and Amelia both watched with anticipation, and the message was pulled up as soon as it hit zero. Stolen novel; please report. [Unique Reward: Choose between one of the three options
  1. Take the money and run.
  2. Surface Spawner
  3. Power of flight
Time remaining 60:00] The first option was predictably the same. The whopping 10,000 MP was very tantalizing, but Mark did little more than note the amount as he moved to the second option. Each of their dungeon floors could have a spawner that could summon defeated enemies from prior attacks on their dungeon, but the surface spawner was one that could be built outside of the dungeon. From there it appeared to be highly customizable on what could be summoned. It just had to be a unit or upgrade that they had available to them. The main limit was a 100 power rating worth of units summoned with a few caveats. Adding a skill or something else that did not exactly touch power rating would cost a currently undisclosed amount. But there were a few other limits. Only a 100 power rating worth of units could be summoned each week, and only that amount could be in existence at once. Through some rough math, Mark put the value at about the same level of around 80,000 MP to summon about 50 elite units. That value would be more than doubled if they were to summon an army''s worth of weaker units. However, no units could be summoned while the dungeon was under attack, or until the corresponding value of units were slain. Used correctly it would definitely be better than the MP option. The MP option would only be better if and likely when weeks passed between attacks and they were stockpiling forces. Still Mark could see some utility. What would prevent him from spawning an army of weaker units every week to batter down an enemy forcing them to expend resources. Amelia and him had just been talking about how much extra equipment they had laying around. Perhaps the army would die, but if they killed tens of thousands of MP worth of enemy units, perhaps they could use the spawner to weaken their enemies as they developed their own killing blow. However, Mark was itching to move onto the next option. The power of flight was a unique feature, meaning that dungeons could not normally get access to it. The option enabled flight in all aspects. But Mark was less concerned with Ezekiel trying to build some Leonardo da Vinci type flying craft than with the fact that picking this option would also unlock two new tier 2 units. Power rating wise tier 2¡¯s were obviously a bit obsolete to be considered elites, but flying by itself would open a host of options. Even a rock carried hundreds of feet into the air could become a deadly projectile. Add on dropping enchanted or explosive payloads, who could say what would be possible. Then there was the obvious benefit to scouting that flying units could provide. Fact was Mark still had no clue where exactly Daniel¡¯s dungeon was in the northern mountain region. They had narrowed down some locations, but even the linked thrash bears Mark had sent were quickly found and dealt with by Daniel¡¯s own forces. Honestly, Mark had to think about the choice for a little while. Power of flight would add a lot to their capabilities, but it was hard to pass up a potential respawning army. Even a 20% increase to their daily production could be extremely beneficial, versus having less MP and paying for the units that the power of flight would allow. Mark finally sighed and chose power of flight. Their versatility was one of their strengths, and flying could offer a lot. Mark had to trust that he could use it effectively to their advantage. Mark got nearly immediate confirmation that he had made the right choice just the next day. The first thing Mark had inevitably done after getting their unique reward was to send out flying scouts. The main objective was to locate Daniel¡¯s dungeon, although they sent units in other directions to help uncover the rest of the map. The weaker of their new tier 2 units was the ¡®winged¡¯ goblin or what Mark and Amelia would come to call the bat goblin. An orange skinned goblinoid with an upturned bat-like snout and leathery wings that stood five feet tall. The winged goblin was fairly weak even for its 2.0 power rating with strength equivalent to the 1.2 power rated legionnaires. Intelligence wise they fell at the level of the yellow hobgoblins meaning they would be mediocre as fighters or as mages. Still since they followed the humanoid class and skill system, there would be a lot of possibilities that Mark could tryout. The second unit was the weevil. A unit from the creepy crawly branch the weevil was far more powerful with a 2.7 power rating. The bulbous creatures had a furry black thorax and abdomen covered by four folded wings. The long hook-like nasal appendage added an extra two feet to the seven foot long beast. Unlike the bat goblins the weevil was as strong as any other beast with the same power rating. It had the best intelligence and wisdom stats of the branch, meaning the weevil was now their best beast tree mage option. In flight however the two units could not be compared. The weevils in flight were steady and could build to a decent speed given enough time. However, it took them quite a while to get going, and when they maneuvered they had a very wide turn radius. The bat goblins on the other hand could quickly accelerate to their top speeds and could break into a hover or turn on a dime. Effectively they had a flying tank and a mediocre in all other aspects but highly aerodynamic unit. Mark could certainly make them work. Finding Daniel¡¯s dungeon was a touch more difficult than any other dungeon, but with a dozen winged bat goblins scouring the area they found it soon enough. The dungeon encompassed a valley between two hill ridges. Hundreds of trees were still scattered throughout the area, but there was no undergrowth in the dungeon proper and only patches of grass that had not already been trampled to death. Then there were also caves carved straight into the earth, some large enough for a double decker bus to drive into the opening. There were no buildings, and currently not too many beasts present, likely due to the recent expeditions, but Mark was sure they had found it. Because they had found Daniels champion. A large mound of red flesh and scales with much larger leathery wings curled closed around its body, forming a ball at the very center of what must be Daniels territory. It was a dragon the size of a hay barn, being at least 50% larger than Daniel¡¯s primordial earth dragon. The power rating was also double that of the earth dragon at 29.9. ¡°I suddenly fill jipped,¡± Mark could not help himself from remarking. ¡°What did we unlock the power of flight for everybody?¡± Chapter 79: Day 350 Things solidified fairly easily after day 345. It was clear there would not be alliances at this stage, unless someone could manage to team up two of the three other dungeons, but after Daniel cut Avery down from behind, there was little chance of that. But he had not been the only one to make additional moves. Nick Holt had successfully sent a secondary force to capture the central island shortly after the other battles had concluded. Nothing had been quite formalized, but the battle had clearly devolved into the two southern dungeons facing off with one another, leaving Mark and Amelia to face Daniel. Perfect world, Mark and Amelia would have been able to reach dungeon level 4 and get their own champion before the face off, but Daniel was not going to give them time to breathe. As soon as he reinforced the remnants of his army that survived the assaults'' on Avery¡¯s dungeon he sent them right back out. They set off the very next day, headed south skirting to the west of the swampland. Their progress was slow, but they would still reach Mark and Amelia¡¯s home dungeon in exactly a week after the coalition attacks. The only good thing about the swift attack was that Daniel would not have half of his named units that he had lost in the battle with gale. Midnight the shadow cat, Vivi ¡®the wanderer¡¯, and Luna the moon wolf, had all fallen in that battle. The downside was that two of the three he was bringing were the biggest and baddest available. The earth dragon ¡®the first primordial¡¯, and the treant ¡®World tree,¡¯ were two of the biggest units in the succession battle. They would be accompanied by Vince, the other caval cat. Of course they were all dwarfed by the giant dragon that would most likely make an appearance. Mark¡¯s only hope was that Daniel wanted to keep that particular card a secret from the other two dungeons that would likely learn about it if he used it for the attack. However since the giant beast had winged its way over to nest on plateaus near the approaching army, it was a faint hope. The army itself had thousands of tier 1 beasts. Then there were a good 500 of the higher tiers. It was a true elite force. Daniel knew that his attack would be no surprise, his dragon had even shot after and snapped up a few bat goblins that had winged too close, so he was throwing everything he had at them. The likely intention was that even if he lost everything while taking their dungeon, he would still be able to rebuild before the southern dungeons could even think about targeting him. Most would think that it would be enough to accomplish the task, but Mark was determined to ensure that Daniel would pay for looking down on them. Then Mark would take the bare minimum amount of time to get enough resources to launch their own counter attack. A week was not a lot of time, but they would still have accumulated more than 350,000 MP when all things were said and done. Mark already had their defense all planned out. Now Amelia and him were just working on their finishing touches. To be exact, Amelia and Crouse the inscribing gnome were shooting for artifact quality enchantments. They had already completed a handful of single artifact quality enchantments, but those were of little use when trying to bring down such a highly mobile dragon. For shooting something out of the air, you needed a shotgun not a rifle, but to pierce the hide you also needed greater piercing power, so despite them having some 73 enchantments currently available to them, they were working on something tried and true. Currently, Amelia was working on one of Mark¡¯s most ambitious designs yet. At the artifact level dual or triple enchantments had to be interwoven with one another adding a depth and complexity that would result in the exponential increase of power required. For this design, Mark had downplayed the duplicate projectile enchantment. Success would mean only 3 duplications, only a quarter of some of their masterwork quality enchantments, but if piercing or more duplicates had to give, Mark wanted to keep the stopping power. Hopefully, the slightly less complicated design than when he had gone full tilt with both enchantments would allow Amelia and Crouse to succeed this time. If successful they would then have the rest of the 2 remaining days before Daniel¡¯s forces arrived to use up the rest of their materials. Mark glanced around the crafting house. Dozens of goblins and gnomes were busy with their own crafts or enchantments. A group of gnomes were forming even more petrified arrow shafts and mithril arrow heads for Amelia and Crouse to work on. Others were shooting for just exceptional or even high quality gear. Over the battle they had researched a bunch of different enchantments, 73 in total, but they really only got around to using a fraction of them. Of course things changed over the battle. The firecracker enchantment arrows had long ago lost prevalence due to enemies just being too strong for the average quality enchantments stolen from Nehemiah¡¯s dungeon to be effective. However the reverse was also true. Mark had not really known what to do with the weight change enchantment, but with the addition of power of flight, different avenues had become available. Now a bunch of inscribers were busy enchanting polished rocks. Based on his design a good quality enhancement would weigh an eighth of its normal weight and be duplicated into even more projectiles, allowing even a bat goblin to take a handful up and devastate weaker unit types. Mark had then locked at about 30 pounds before the extra weight would make them too heavy laden to be effective. Unauthorized reproduction: this story has been taken without approval. Report sightings. However a couple hundred pounds of duplicating rocks would slam down like meteors on ground forces. The higher quality variants were tetrahedron darts made of solid metal. They were larger, heavier, and would duplicate into more copies than the lower quality rocks. However, even with the 1 to 15 weight conversion they would still be too heavy for a bat goblin to carry more than 1. Of course the weevils would be able to carry a dozen of them. They would then be able to fly over the battlefield like carpet bombers infusing each payload before it dropped, but due to time constraints they would not be able to make that many runs. They just would not have enough built. This next battle would be mainly the rock variants. A chorus of shouts erupted from the Crouse''s workstation. Mark drifted over. A petrified wooden shaft with a blue tinted metal arrowhead basically reverberated in the vice that held it aloft. Mark appreciated the sight for a minute, before glancing back at Amelia who was still hard at work. She still had a good half hour to go by the look of things. Each bolt would take a good 2 hours to finish, meaning Mark could not expect to have too many of them even with a half dozen inscribers working on them, but what was important was that they had finally succeeded. They already had some single artifact quality enchanted gear, but this was the first dual artifact. Not wanting to be a further distraction, Mark departed wordlessly back to his own station in the brewery. Dozens of reds were already working diligently, but Mark paid them little attention. He was the best at making inscription designs, but he was only one of the many that could brew at their dungeon¡¯s top level. Mark focused exclusively on enlightenment pills. It was a bit of double effort, but he or one of the others would have to make an average or good quality enlightenment pill, for an inscriber to even have a chance at artifact. Even masterworks failed more often than not without the pills aid. A human or gnome just did not have the appropriate levels of awareness for such intricate work and concentration without help. For each enlightenment pill, they gave an inscriber a shot at the higher levels. Mark did not mind contributing his part, since he could still spend half of the time thinking through various things. For the past five days it had been all about how to stop Daniel. As the defending force they would have some advantage, but that was assuming that Daniel''s dragon did not swoop down and roast hundreds or thousands all at once. Mark had not seen any proof, but he felt it was prudent to assume the thing could breathe flames, allowing it to kill units far more quickly than if it had to rely on its teeth and claws. Even before the coalition battle, ballistas had been in mass production, so they had quite a few stationed along the wall, but ever since Daniel had turned his forces south Mark had some hauled up to the top of the plateau and started fortifying the edge of the plateau right above their dungeon. If their advance party failed, then it would be up to them to deal with the dragon. Several thousand goblins would man the plateau and the walls and towers down below More beasts would be waiting underground to ambush Daniel¡¯s forces outside of the walls. Daniel likely would not expect such a tactic to work, but the tunnel egress points were all sealed with solid stone. The earth shaper enhancements could drop the wall allowing their creepy crawlies free access to insert themselves behind enemy lines without warning. Of course then there was the air support, both for the battle and for the group that would be sent to down or hopefully kill the dragon. The real limit to Mark''s plan of course was resources. Goblins were of course extremely cheap. A 100,000 MP was enough to summon the required goblins. Mark was able to summon 2,500 in total. Of course half of that money was to pay for the more expensive bugbears or mages, which Mark summoned sparingly. It also did not include their new flying units. Mark spent another 100,000 MP on them alone, but since the bat goblins'' base price was 800 MP they had far fewer than he would have liked. They already had all of the defensive plant units summoned. Every one of the sunflowers had survived the assault on Gale¡¯s dungeon. Their number would be supported by blood roses and a handful of midnight lotuses. Mark had spent the rest of their MP on their beast assault force. Tier 2 and 3 units were expensive, but with the proliferate skill a bunch of elites could be turned into a decent sized army. Mark went for a mix of Carnivorous centipedes and the two tier 3 spider variants. The spore spiders were a must, their unique ability was just too useful against other living units, although thankfully the creepy crawly units were an exception to the rule. The spore spiders could choose the enemies while the carnivorous centipedes and black funnel web spiders delivered the majority of the lethal attacks. Every one of the beasts were fully evolved. They would still be at a disadvantage against Daniels double evolved on a power rating basis, but hopefully a 1,000 or so unit swarm would still be effective. On top of all of this, Mark had a couple hundred goblins and other unit types already summoned. Then there would be a good 1,000 miners that he would keep in reserve. Of course Mark hoped things would not come to them. There was one more card that Mark had not demonstrated too much outside of a dungeon. There just had not been much point in bringing out the golem balls against Gale. One giant would probably wade through a hundred of them like an adult wading through a bunch of toddlers after all, but for flesh and blood beasts¡­ In all honesty, Mark felt they were a bit of a cheat. The only limit was manna. The green goblins just did not have enough, the other non mage goblins would only be able to activate one normally. Of course with their stockpiles of mana potions, Mark could afford even to allow non mages to launch around three. Much more than that, he would risk losing fighters to manna depletion. In total, Mark expected to have a good 1,200 units falling anywhere from 0.3 to 1.5 in power rating. They would not be terribly lethal, but would hopefully add pressure on Daniel¡¯s forces if used correctly. Chapter 80: Day 352 Red dot scouts started entering their territory a good half hour in front of the main force. Just a bunch of tier 1¡¯s that scattered around looking for any units waiting in ambush. Even more were scanning the area all around their territory looking for secret forces lying in wait. They did not appear to have found anything, despite the fact that hundreds of beasts were indeed waiting in the caverns below, but smell and sound did not pass through the enchanted rock walls covering half a dozen small crevice openings. The goblin forces were already arrayed in waiting on top of the walls and in the towers. Goblin spearmen and legionnaires would propel assaulters trying to mount the wall while the sunflowers and archers assailed them behind. It was gearing up to be one of the first proper battles in a while. For Gale¡¯s assault, Mark had hardly manned the wall, knowing the giants would easily just smash through. But as of yesterday, the full scope of the wall was finally protected with a magic barrier. The giant earth dragons could still likely make their way over, but Mark had several dozen ballistas and other means to keep them from quickly securing an entrance to the inside of the fortress like they had with Gale. A smaller secondary wall had been made from earth shaper enchantments right above the divot in the earth created by the collapsing earth several months earlier. Mark called it the ditch, and this wall the outer wall. Tens of thousands of spikes of wood and metal were firmly embedded in the earth from the outer wall to the main wall. It would be quite dangerous for the earth dragons to just plow through them. There were also plenty of pit traps scattered throughout. In theory it would all be far more of a detriment for Daniel¡¯s beast forces then the swamp had been for them. None of it would matter if one champion dragon could not be dealt with. Just as he had stationed some goblins to impede reinforcements from Gale¡¯s other main settlement, the battle here would begin far off from their territory. Likely, it would be the succession battle¡¯s first air battle. Sixty bat goblins were winging their way toward the red dragon who had been resting on a plateau miles to the north. Through whatever means the dragon noticed them when they were still miles out. The dragon leapt off the edge, and moments later it started to climb furiously. The dragon was incredibly quick despite its size. In a straight up contest of speed, Mark guessed the dragon would be a good 50% faster than even the bat goblins, meaning that he was about to lose a bunch of costly air units all in one go, but it would be worth it if they were able to accomplish their mission. Their mission was the dragon¡¯s wings. A successful mission would see the red barn sized beast plummeting toward the ground. Then even if it survived it would either have to get its wings healed, or proceed on the ground. However, seeing the giant dragon quickly closing on their air forces, Mark was far less sure of their chances of success than he had been when concocting the idea. The bat goblins scattered in all directions as the dragon aimed at their center. Seconds later the dragon confirmed that it could indeed breathe flame as a plume of fire lanced out. The flames passed over two orange specs, who seconds later turned into two charred remains smoldering as they plummeted toward the earth, but the dragon was not done. It twisted in pursuit of others, snapping up another in its sedan sized maw in a matter of seconds. It quickly honed in on a fourth who was retreating. In only took a couple of seconds to overtake and snap it up as well. Although this time, Mark saw the dragon''s mouth explode moments later. The dragon had caught one of the bat goblins carrying an enriched gunpowder satchel, and the goblin had apparently decided on a last act of defiance, setting off the payload as the dragon chomped down. However, the dragon did little more than roar in rage. Seconds later it reoriented on another bat goblin, although Mark could see that one side of the creature''s serpent-like snout was covered in garish wounds. At several points the jaw and teeth were just gone, and one could see straight through into the mouth. For the fifth goblin the dragon passed right by it with its head, choosing to bat the smaller unit with one of its trailing paws. It was as good as hitting a fly midair with a flyswatter. The goblin was killed instantly. Bones were crushed and another orange form was sent rocketing toward the earth. However, it was the last death that was uncontested. The other goblins had wheeled about as the dragon swiveled in pursuit. Some goblins moved to a hover and shot arrows that duplicated a dozen times over. They had a lot more luck than the ones that were trying to close in with swords to cut the wings directly. The dragon had remarkable awareness of its surroundings, and whipped its wings clear from the slower aerial units, but projectiles simply moved too fast. Half had been miss aimed, but still dozens of arrows flared up in flame as they slammed into the outstretched webbing of its wings and it''s back. The dragon did little more than roar in defiance as it batted a sixth goblin, one who had tried to cut through its wing with a sword, out of the air. Moments later the dragon was racing away out of range of the swarm of goblins. The goblins could not hope to catch it so they once again formed a widespread clump for the dragon to target. One pass, and the champion had killed 10% of its attackers. The dragon wheeled around for another pass. This time the majority of the goblins knocked arrows to fire on it directly as it streaked toward them. A good 40 arrows became 300 in flight as they duplicated and burst in flame. However right before they made it to the dragon the dragon snapped its wings back against its body. It reduced the area the arrows could hit, and caused the dragon to instantly plummet. It worked as only a few arrows hit seemingly ineffectually against its main body. Mark sighed upon watching so many double exceptional quality enchanted arrows sail past it into open air, but anything less would not do much against this guy. On the second pass, the dragon only caught two goblins. The brief second loss of lift had caused it to drop too much altitude. Only one was caught in a gout of flames, and the second was run down as the other goblins fired upon the dragon from all directions. Like this the dragon continued to fly down the elusive goblins as they buzzed about him. The main bulk of Daniel¡¯s forces had entered the territory from the North, they quickly swept down so that they could approach the wall from all sides. Mark sidelined the air battle to his personal interface as he swapped the main interface display to an overhead view from above their dungeon. While Amelia gave them a view from the opposing side on her own. Trees had been removed for nearly well over a thousand feet by this point in time. Hundreds of their trunks still lay in piles along cliff face inside their walls, fuel for their forges furnace or any other purpose. Half of the bat goblins were dead by the time the beast forces reached the open land. The dragon had plenty of small holes, and even one large slit tear midwing, but it was still winging around now in a full dogfight with the bat goblins who died one by one. It was slightly reminiscent of when their goblins had attacked the behir in a cavern underground. The two fights were a lot alike. One giant being beset from all directions. Now it was laughable that Mark had named the behir Dragon. The actual dragon before them was ten times its size at least. However just like the behir, it did seem that the dragon was wearing down, if only a little. Each tear in its wing caused the red dragon to have to work harder for less gain as lift was lost. In another 10 minutes things would be over, one way or another. The main assault would begin well before that. Girallons led the charge storming across the open field, making right for the small outer wall. The ballistas all fired, they were only using exceptional quality dual enchantments for now. Wooden shafts with steel heads, streaked out, becoming a hundred as each one duplicated into eight others. However, there was a lot of open ground, so there were only two hits. Neither instantly fatal, a gut shot and one stuck through one¡¯s shoulder. The giant apes took the hits in stride, as they lumbered forward. Moments later the ape vanguard reached the safety of the earthen ditch The ballistas had only gotten one shot at them as they crossed half the open area before the walls, but other beasts were already storming behind them. It was a test waive filled with mostly tier 1¡¯s. When they hit the halfway point from the tree line to the large ditch, a thousand black arrows streaked out into the air. They rained down amidst the weaker beasts taking the first toll of the battle. A second volley rained down on the beasts as they entered the ditch, claiming more before the archers shifted to the slower apes, approaching from behind. The ballistas recharged shifted to scattershot bolts. Bolts with only one exceptional quality enchantment. Each bolt became fifteen before they rained into the primate ranks. Most wore armor and held a shield overhead to catch projectiles, but they did little good against the four foot bolts. Mark watched a tier 2 gorilla king take a bold through the shield straight into its chest. The tier 2 gorilla was sent tumbling backwards from the force. Some bolts took out two or three units a piece as they whizzed through the enemy ranks. A few went down due to the smaller arrows as well, despite the armor and shields, but it was only a handful. Then the primates reached the ditch as well, but that would not protect them. The archers fired lob shots that took a more oval trajectory before raining almost straight down on them and the lower tier beasts. Right behind the wall offered some safety, but the ditch was all open from above. However, 30 girallon¡¯s started pulling rocks from the ground and hurling them forward. Each weighed a hundred pounds, and each flew far enough to crash against the wall at the very least. Others soared right over. A pair of them crashed into the top of the wall sending goblins off the back and shards out in all directions. Ten seconds later, the girallons did it again. Seemingly the only holdup was the time it took for them to magically pull rock from the ground and form it into giant bowling balls. Tier 2¡¯s and 3¡¯s started streaking across the open field the same time that the lesser beasts started jumping over the outer wall. Dinosaurs, cave bears, tigers, and more. Some archers and ballistas targeted the closer beasts, some tilted up to fire at the stronger units. Mark gave the order to spring their ambush. A quick flash of his tactical screen, showed that his order was being complied with. Hundreds of spiders and a handful of centipedes started pouring from a half dozen crevices in the hillside. More than a thousand had been bred from the proliferate ability, the earliest would still have some 25 minutes before they would collapse and shrivel. Others had nearly another full 2 hours, before their bodies rapidly broke down. It was an expiration time limit, many were not likely to ever reach since they would likely die well before then. They started streaming toward the rear of the beast forces. At the same time, hobgoblins, legionnaires, and reds started launching the golem balls. The golem balls only made it a few hundred feet at most, but wherever they landed earthen forms started rising. They formed as the beasts weaved around spikes toward them. Well over a thousand were fully formed before the foremost cats weaved around them as well. However Long horn rams smashed right through the earthen constructs and the mastiffs set upon them ripping earthen arms and legs from the torsos. The weakest constructs were torn apart with ease by even the weakest of beasts. The mid range of constructs could keep one of the lesser beasts engaged, while the few top tier constructs from good quality enchantments could take on multiple weaker beasts at once. They were not overly lethal, but the constructs fared far better than when they had been paired against tier 2 orcs in Derrick Blackwell¡¯s dungeon. Still they were really only a wave break to keep a horde of beasts from reaching the walls with full force. Mark had been unsure what a bunch of small beasts could do even if they reached the wall, but that question would be answered in the coming minutes. Several caval cats scrambled right up the side and onto the wall as soon as they made it. A few goblins were killed with little resistance, before the others set upon the fairly fragile cats. The other beasts just stopped and waited. Oddly enough there was a whole section in the middle that was left open. Then 25 earth dragons led by the large primordial lizard and accompanied by the other two unique title units as well as a handful of girillons and other tier 2¡¯s formed up at the tree line. This tale has been pilfered from Royal Road. If found on Amazon, kindly file a report. ¡°Uh oh,¡± Mark remarked. Nearly instantly they saw what was happening. A large swirl of orange energy started to form in line with the uncontested wall. Mark looked at Amelia¡¯s personal interface as she zoomed in. A group of 30 red furred orangutans were performing some sort of group magic ritual, and orange energy was pouring out from each of them to make the projection forming above them. A minute later the energy started to take the shape of a giant orange incorporeal rhinoceros That was on par with the red dragon in terms of size. Seconds after that the form solidified. The rhinoceros started forward, its hooves smashing down on the outer wall which was obliterated underfoot. Apparently it was not quite as incorporeal as it looked. With that the giant orange rhino started toward the wall. The rhino charged forward quickly building speed. Wooden and iron spikes each caused small whiffs of orange energy to be torn from the beast, even as they were ripped from the ground, but the rhinoceros had the energy to spare. Any beast or earthen golem caught in the way were smashed out of the way or trampled underfoot. Nothing was stopping this beast, and a clear path of earth left it its wake. Technically the front of the wall also had protection enchantments. Something Mark had added in case Nick decided to attack with his force of undead that included specters, but the goblins ahead of the charging rhinoceros did not trust them or the magic barrier. They were scrambling to clear out of the path. Ten seconds after the rhinoceros began its charge they were proven right. A blue barrier flared in front of the wall, even as the white barrier flared on top, but they did nothing to stop the rhinoceros from impacting the wall. The wall exploded inward, with rocks flying high and far in all directions like pins after being hit by a bowling ball. The orange rhinoceros specter roared in triumph amidst the smoke and falling debris before the energy dispersed all at once leaving a U shaped hole moments clearly seen through the new dust haze. It was only around 30 feet wide and was cluttered with debris, but that would not be an issue for the beast army outside that would traverse the rubble almost as easily as flat earth. Only seconds after the last of the rubble slammed back down to the earth did the tier 1 beasts start flowing in through the opening. Henry and a patrol¡¯s worth of bugbears were already leading the legionnaires held in reserve to fill the breach, even as the inside ballistas were being wheeled to cover the breach. Mark shifted the view back up. The earth dragons were charging forward, the palanquins full of ape warriors on their backs bounced precariously with each stride. Bolts that caused the very air to crackle streaked out. The ballistas had all shifted toward the obvious biggest baddest enemies approaching in force. Each bolt was masterwork quality, some were single enchanted, many had dual enchantments, but neither helped them penetrate the magical barriers that flared up to protect the giant beasts. Each earth dragon wore armor on their front shoulders and head, and evidently it was all magic armor. Mark noticed out of the corner of his eye that his personal interface had flicked back to the home dungeon. The last of the bat goblins had fallen. A bit quicker than he had anticipated. They had failed, having delayed and wounded the giant champion, but the dragon would be joining the battle after all. The dragon had slowed noticeably. Mark was unsure whether it was from a long period of overexertion or due to the tears in the webbing of its wings, however he was sure the brute would be here in minutes. He shifted his interface to the top of the plateau even as he gave a warning to the contingent of goblins up there. The goblins had maintained a lookout for the dragon, but had joined in firing bolts down toward the open plain in front of the walls. Now however they started wenching the gears to increase the tension. The high quality bolts that rippled the very air around them like some sort of heat mirage were brought out and notched. Mark only had about a dozen of the dual artifact level bolts. By the time they had found a design that worked they had already been low on materials, and they still had a fairly low success rate. Most had been completed successfully, but their quality was only masterwork or even exceptional. For the six ballistas, it meant each would get two shots of the artifact bolts. Probably all they would have time for, given how quickly the dragon could probably destroy the small fortification above the plateau. However, Mark''s attention went back to the main battle as the weevils on top of the plateau lifted off. Their wings beat furiously as they slowly built speed. There were several dozen of them, each carried various payloads. Only ten of them were real, the others were proliferated young with power ratings just under 2.0. They were still powerful units, but each beetle only spawned 2 or 3 young when the breeder ability was used. It was in line with how many carnivorous centipedes were spawned. A limit to keep balance, since these beetles and the centipedes could likely take on most tier 2¡¯s with a reasonable chance of success of overcoming them. Seconds later the beetles started unfurling their clawed feet allowing their payloads to fall. There were a few gunpowder satchels among them, but most were the dual enchanted stones. They plummeted and duplicated, filling the air with missiles. Most slammed down successfully between the main and outer walls. Hundreds of units died in a flash as tier 1 beast¡¯s and the golems they fought were instantly turned to paste under the carpet bombing. The forefront of the earth dragons were caught in the barrage and also went down. Most of the remaining golems had also been crushed, but many of the unit counters for Daniel¡¯s forces plummeted down in a matter of seconds. It had to be a hard hit for Daniel, but after a brief lapse in the battle the beasts surged forward toward the gap in the wall. They had lost hundreds, but the losses were negligible for an army nearly 3,000 units in size. The ballistas inside of the walls had all been moved over within a minute to point toward the open section. One after the other they fired raking the invading hordes. Scattershots'' for hordes of units, single artifact piercing enchantments for the earth dragons. Several more earth dragons went down, but those following just scrambled over. The defensive forces scattered to the sides as the giant lizards poured in through the gap, since any who did not would just be crushed underneath. At most the inside ballistas would get one more shot before they were overrun as well. Then the melee would happen all over inside of the walls. Girallons once again led the charge leading other tier 2¡¯s from the ditch toward the breach. The unique units were the next to make their presence known; the primordial earth dragon came right on over to the side of the gap in the wall with relative ease. Off its back jumped a small feline that instantly leapt on top of the wall, running along the wall, killing everything in its path. The primordial earth dragon continued forward, its gaze set on the double pagoda tower in the center. The treant ¡®World tree¡¯ flowed in through the gap in the wall right behind the earth dragons, but before the following tier 2 horde. Roots shot out from its arms impaling fleeing goblins. However the wooden giant soon found itself a primary target of hundreds of flame arrows. The unique unit powered through them and crushed the nearest archer tower to the left of the breach, but then it took a flaming four foot bolt right to its face. The goblins manning the ballista on the outer wall only a few hundred feet away started leaping and hollering from their success, however an angry treant with a new Pinocchio like nose angrily moved towards them seconds later. Seconds later the siege weapons were splintered as the goblins jumped away. However the unique titled unit was once again beset by waves of flame from several fireballs that encompassed its body, but instead of burning out the flames whirled around the treant like a tornado. It was just a side note of the full ongoing melee that was spreading into the fort, but a unique titled unit falling in battle to some mages and flame jugglers was not unnoteworthy. By all appearances the beast army was on the verge of success, sweeping the goblin defenders and defenses aside despite holdouts like Henry. Henry was currently flaring with electricity as he battered an oncoming earth dragon with his hammer, but none of the current picture took into account a literal 1,500 spiders and centipedes that were now running across the open field closing in on Daniel¡¯s forces from behind. The weevils were also wheeling around to provide mage support from the air. Mark¡¯s attention swapped back to the goblin contingent on the plateau. Their ballistas were all being furiously reoriented to the west. Approaching in the air from behind the spider wave was the red dragon champion. The bolts fired as the dragon swooped down toward the spiders. Artifact quality bolts became four blue needles shooting toward the giant red dragon. The first few shots were too far off, but the third was dead on forcing the dragon to abort its approach run on the spiders below. The dragon roared in annoyance before it started winging toward the North even as it climbed in altitude. More blue needles streaked towards it, but the dragon nimbly dodged. However at the very least the bolts had kept the dragon from burning hundreds of spiders all at once. Mark watched as the spider wave approached the rear of the beast horde which happened to be a clump of slow moving ankylosaurs. Earlier Mark had seen a ballista bolt bounce right off the turtle shell hard like armor on these slow moving dinosaurs, The spiders did not have much more luck. They overtook and swept over them. Several spiders became paste with each swing of one of their spiked tails, but more went up and over. The black funnel web spider young clung to the ankylosaurs back as they tried to pierce the creature¡¯s armor as the majority of the spiders continued on like an unstoppable wave. Seconds later they were met with flames as orangutan and chimp mages defended the outside of the breach from the reinforcements. Armored gorilla kings met the oncoming spiders with spiked maces and war hammers. It was a line of devastation the spiders would never be able to get past, if it was not for the amber cloud that started to spread. Once the gorilla kings started to wheeze and cough the line started to falter. Once spiders got inside their defensive line could do little to stop the tide of spiders, except to kill as many as they could before one finally was able to latch on. The spiders had no sense of self preservation and proceeded even as their comrades died by the droves. It was clear they would sweep right through the primates. The centipedes on the other hand scrambled right up to the wall and over, without faltering a step. Hundreds of pincer like legs made the feat relatively easy. Then came the ultimate match up of beasts. One of the centipede adults met with a girallon. The centipede quickly wrapped around the apes torso, stabbing into flesh with dozens of its pincers. The girallon grabbed the exoskeleton just behind the head to keep the centipede from sinking its fangs into it. The other arms worked hard grabbing and ripping out legs. Finally the two lower arms grabbed a legless section and strained. Moments later the centipede was ripped in two. However, the upper half continued to fight undeterred. It looked like the girallon would come out on top, despite having dozens of stab wounds across its body. Mark¡¯s gaze was drawn back to the plateau contingent. The red dragon was on another approach toward the goblin contingent on the edge of the cliffside. It was moving down from high above. Blue needles streaked out one by one from the various ballista. The dragon corkscrewed and avoided seemingly with ease as it continued to close. Then two bolts launched near simultaneously. The dragon twisted out of the way of the first set, and found itself in the path of another set. The dragon continued to corkscrew. Even then Mark had thought the beast had successfully dodged both until the dragon started plummeting. A few seconds later it recovered enough to spread its wings to avoid slamming into the rock at full speed. It still tumbled over once after slamming down on top of the bluff a couple hundred yards away. The goblin contingent cheered. The situation had Mark¡¯s full interest. Killing the dungeon champion would be a huge boon for them. However the dragon began to collect itself only seconds later. The cheering goblins went silent as they worked to get another bolt loaded. After another ten seconds of confusion, the red dragon¡¯s eyes focused on the goblin encampment. It started lumbering their way. Arrows and bolts started pouring towards it as it crashed through the small outer wall encircling the small encampment and started slaughtering them wholesale. It was enraged and determined to wipe every one of them out. From the look of things, it would likely succeed although it was also taking bolts and arrows from close range and was clearly not in a good state. The sound of a huge crash took Mark''s attention back to the main battle. The ¡®first primordial had just brought down the double pagoda archer tower in one go. The apes were still fighting in an attempt to hold off the spiders, but hundreds of spiders had already bypassed right through striking at the rear and flanks of the beasts. The battle was now a full melee inside of the walls. One that the goblins were clearly losing, even with the spider aid. That being said the beast army had taken heavy casualties, so much so that Mark felt fairly sure that their dungeon would be safe even if they took the surface. As far as tier 3 enemies only a handful of the earth dragons still rampaged. Most of the girallons had been brought down through concentrated fire from the archers and ballista as they rampaged along the walls destroying tower after tower. Most of the ballista on the edges of the fort were still operational. A couple times every half minute they shot another bolt into the mess that was the battle, unconcerned about friendly fire. After this battle they would have to once again start from scratch, but that was hardly a problem at this point. Their surface army had been wiped out down to the last goblin a half dozen times by this point. The real loss was the high level equipment and their few named units. Nasal had once again died after the multi-layer tower collapsed. Henry on the other hand had successfully killed the earth dragon he had been fighting, but had fallen at some point afterwards. Ezekiel was in his giant set of armor shooting electricity wildly at a group of flame raptors that had encircled him. He would follow suit soon enough. Chapter 81: Day 352 In the end, Daniel came to the same conclusion during the battle. Seemingly his forces would have been able to take the surface, but they ended up falling short and started a retreat. Mark did not have an exact answer for why Daniel had not even elected to take and hold the surface, but it was likely because he had come to the conclusion that he couldn¡¯t. There were only 30 original weevils along with a couple bat goblins, but Daniel¡¯s troops simply could not bring down the weevils who buzzed hundreds of feet above. A good number of mage beasts could and had attempted the feat, but the bugs would then only move higher in altitude, but the damage was usually fairly topical. Without his own flying units what would he do then. The red dragon was one of the survivors. However the dragon was heavily wounded after slaughtering the entire goblin contingent, and it could do little more but to hobbly away. Back on earth an animal wounded to the same extent would likely die from its wounds, but something as strong as the dragon would likely recover if given long enough, assuming Daniel did not have it healed before then. The first primordial was another elite survivor. The giant earth dragon also hobbled away leading hundreds of weary and wounded beasts and primates behind it. The goblins manning the ballistas continued to fire after them, but no friendly units gave chase. The only units Mark had that could run them down were a handful of tier 3 spiders or centipedes that had survived and Mark would rather not waste them for little gain. In the end they had several hundred of their own survivors. A knot of goblins had been pushed to the back of the fort and had fought off attackers from on top of the piles of lumber pushed against the cliff face, supported from the survivors on the walls. Ezekiel had fallen, his giant robotic contraption ripped into two by an angry gorilla, but there was a touch of good news. They had received a new unique titled unit. Just in time to give them someone other than from the nameless rabble to lead their upcoming assault on Daniels dungeon. Seven red witch doctors had survived the assault on Gale¡¯s dungeon. After Daniel¡¯s attack, four were still standing. Each had a dozen shrunken heads now hanging from their person. One had more than the rest, which had apparently been enough to meet one of the unique title thresholds. Mark decided to go with the name Lucian. First fitting name he could think of for the nefarious being, despite contemplating on it for a while. [Congratulations: One of your elite units has received a unique title, Stolen Valor. Each of the 100 titles can only be given once during the succession battle. Each unit can only have one title. (Titles still available: 62/100) ] [Stolen valor: The Stolen Valor title recognizes that a unit has stolen a quantity of power equal to or greater than its own from enemy dungeon units, making it its own. The unit¡¯s wisdom and intelligence will be increased by 50%. The visage of the unit will enrage enemies. In addition, contestants can pick one of the following.
  1. Added stat points, attack, and defense
  2. Special curse ability
  3. Essence skill: (essences currently available: toxic, electricity, stone, sulfur.)
Time remaining 60:00] The stolen valor came from the shrunken heads hanging from the witch doctor''s waist. They increased mana pools, decreased spell or curse duration, among other things. It was not overly surprising that a red could double its strength being only a tier 1 unit, with heads from tier 2 or even 3 units to supplement its own. The title benefits were fairly similar to what had been offered for Henry. However, Mark and Amelia settled on the second option instead of the essence skill option. Lucien had gotten the title due to using a curse after all, might as well play to one''s strengths. The title gave Lucien a special ability similar to that of Numerous, Nicholas Holt¡¯s unique titled. It was called the Sphere of corruption. It caused a general drain on all enemy units that entered the zone which extended a good hundred yards in every direction. The effects became more pronounced as units got closer to the center. Units that died within the corruption sphere would rise again and fight for their new master. Friendly units were not affected. The last benefit was that enemy ranged attacks would be drained of momentum and energy. Strong enough attacks would still make it through, but it would help protect their new elite. It was extra protection that Lucien needed, since he was relatively squishy for an elite unit, with only a power rating of 4.2. This new ability was now his main source of strength. Since his title ¡®Stolen Valor¡¯ also seemed to act to grab the ire of all enemies who saw him, he would need any additional protection they could manage. The ability itself sounded great. It was a literal army raiser. However, it only worked on units that died within, and the units would quickly lose the power that reanimated them if they were to leave the sphere of corruption. To effectively use it, Lucien would need to move toward the front lines and stay there to gather strength. Not optimal for a weaker mage elite, but it was what they had. Lucien was not the only unexpected boon from the battle. As soon as Daniel¡¯s forces had retreated out of their territory, they received the MP windfall they had been expecting for defeating enemy units in their territory, but the amount surpassed their expectations being nearly double that of their last major dungeon defense, despite a sizable piece of the enemy force retreating. It was less than they had spent to form their defenses so was still a net loss, but at least they would get some of it back. Daniel on the other hand was leaving empty handed. Now for their retribution. Almost immediately Mark used 110,000 of the 286,000 MP windfall to summon a hundred bat goblin mages. Within ten minutes of having received the MP, the bat goblins were sent out in patrol sized forces, with their numbers supplemented by half of the weevils. Their mission was to find and destroy Daniel¡¯s production sites, and to continue to do so before they could respawn. Their scouts had already found one outpost when looking for the home dungeon within the last week. Now Mark wanted to find them all and strangle Daniels production for as much and long as possible. If they wanted to win in their upcoming assault they needed every advantage they could manage. Mark had sent a patrol to look for and hunt the red dragon down as well, but the giant reptile had holed down somewhere. Mark eventually had them give it up and fly to the north as well. The narrative has been stolen; if detected on Amazon, report the infringement. In the days that followed, the air patrols successfully located and continually kept 3 of Daniel¡¯s outposts destroyed. It only lasted a few days before, new primates and mage beasts fortified each one of them. Wiping out the outposts became impossible, but a quick sneak attack to kill a shade henchmen or two was still quite feasible since they moved out in the open between the coal mounds and the outpost hoppers. A couple fireballs were enough to do the job, and then the bat goblins winged back into the night. It would cost 500 MP at the very least for Daniel to resummon a new shade henchmen, but he would also lose out on any MP production that occurred in the meantime. However after a week the red dragon returned to monitor the skies. After losing a couple of bat goblins, Mark had to restrict the air patrols to monitor the outposts from cover and only take to the skies at night. They would also only act in small teams. The red dragon could patrol the whole area quite quickly, and it could easily run down any that it caught sight of. In the end Mark expected that Daniel had at least lost a good 100,000 MP of production or unit replacement costs at the minimum. About as much as it had cost to summon the air units, but he still had and could use them. Perhaps the real gain was that Daniel now had to keep stronger contingents at each outpost site to protect them. Dividing his forces by even a little bit could only help in their future assaults. A little over two weeks after construction had been started the institute was completed. Just another two story cabin made of wood and stone, nothing to grandiose. It did increase their daily RP by 4, bringing them up to 15, but that was the lesser gain in Mark¡¯s opinion. The real purpose of the institute was to dedicate efforts to unlock upgrades. Mark could assign up to 10 researchers, and he could dedicate them to working on various upgrades. They could be used to progress anything other than dungeon techs. Which was just fine for Mark. He immediately added 10 more reds to their auxiliary staff and manned the institute. Instead of having them all work on different things, Mark assigned them all to work on the upgrade Mark wanted the most, the beast tree second evolution. It would take 34 days. If he dedicated even their increased RP for the same thing it would take a full 67 days. Even saving up their MP would take 20 days, so it was effectively saving them quite a bit of time or resources. The bonus for the gnome built institute increased research progress, so the 29 daily RP points of research they were effectively getting could have been even less. The research speed was heavily dependent on the quality of the units assigned. The red hobgoblins were only a touch worse in intelligence and wisdom than the bugbears, but they were cheaper and had a higher unit cap. An extra few points a day probably would not make much of a difference. Mark belatedly had to agree that the institute had been the right move. The second beast evolution would take over a month, but as soon as it was finished, they would start knocking other upgrades out with frightening speed.. Then they still had their automatic 15 RP that could go to something else. Having all of their different upgrade paths no longer seemed to be too much of a detriment. Perhaps in a matter of months they would be able to reach the end of the line on a lot of them. Then what would the institute and RP do? Mark had wanted to wait as long as possible before launching their counter attack on Daniel. His only deadline was to work in the attack prior to Daniel¡¯s unique titled units respawning, which would have given them at least another week. However Mark soon realized that perhaps he had waited too long, when their ever watchful scouts caught sight of a second champion. Daniel called it something else, but Mark had dubbed the new champion Kong, since it was a 30 foot tall gorilla. Fortunately, like the dragon it was likely far to big to enter someone¡¯s dungeon, or Daniel would likely be able to take them out before their army ever got there. Kong was a fearsome looking beast with tusk sized canines, and would be a difficult obstacle to overcome despite being smaller and less powerful than the dragon. Kong had a power rating of 23.1 compared to the red dragons 29.9. Regardless it was a substantial difference over any of their units. Without Henry, they did not even have a unit with a double digit power rating, but Mark could not wait for the bugbear leader to respawn. Daniel would get five more of his own unique titled units back in the same time, and likely at least another champion. They would have to perform this attack without him. After the appearance of Kong, Mark had their forces set out after only a few more days. There should be another couple of weeks before the weaker cats Vivi and Vince respawned, but they simply could not afford to wait any longer. So on Day 365 the bulk of the army set out. A good hundred wolf spiders were sent in the next few days to supplement the forces and to bring more supplies. This was a real army, numbering in the thousands and costing over one million MP. The goblin numbers alone fell just shy of 5,000 and cost 797,000 MP. Most of the units were relatively cheap, but the 500 reds that had been summoned alone cost 350,000. A worthwhile expense since they would be the witch doctors, flame jugglers, and mages that were the true power of the force. In contrast, they only had 75 bugbears and gnarled goblin elites. The other side of their forces were the creepy crawlies, although the tier 3¡¯s numbered less than 100. They were mainly here to breed thousands of tier 1 offspring. They had enough breeder sunflowers to raise the creepy crawly armies, and a handful of blood rose trainers to lead the elite spiders and centipedes when they actually went into battle. All the rest were support units that might be used once their function was over. Over 200 fire ants and 300 wolf spiders had set out with the initial force to haul supplies and gear. A group of 8 fire ants were even strong enough to haul platforms that carried ballista and its operators. Mark had 9 of these ballista platforms, and a handful of others carrying supplies. Based on their latest defense the ballista could play a vital role in actually bringing down a champion. The platforms were mobile enough with the ants being able to navigate the uneven terrain quite well, and they were easily strong enough to keep up with the army despite their burden. Several more veins of petrified wood and mithril had been excavated over the last few weeks. Overall they had less excellent quality and above enchantments, but they had far more masterwork and artifacts than they ever had for their other battles. As far as air units, Mark could summon more to add to the numbers already on station all the way up to the morning of. The last of the wolf spiders would leave two days prior, leaving the rest for more weevils and smaller plants that could also be given the breeder upgrade. They were putting their full weight forward for this attack. Failure would likely stifle their future since Daniel would be getting the defensive MP windfall if they failed. Then his ability to summon new champions and respawn titled units would far eclipse their own, increasing the edge he had over them. Not to mention everything had been quiet from the southern dungeons, meaning they were likely saving up for dungeon level 4. Win or lose, they would be playing catch up. The benefit was that neither of the southern dungeons should make a move on their dungeon since they were both keeping each other in check. If either did happen to attack during this period Mark would have to convert their DP. They had 326 right now, which would likely be far from enough, but Mark was fairly sure neither would make the move. They were both likely quite content if Daniel and them continued to burn resources on each other. Chapter 82: Day 369 Despite Mark¡¯s expectations, Daniel did not attack at any point during the multi-day march. While Mark had preparations in place, he was not sure it would be enough against quick hit and runs, especially from the dragon. At some points a quick line of fire could take out a good amount of their supplies and ballista platforms, since often the terrain dictated that they proceed down certain routes. On the morning of the attack the army only had to march for 3 hours before setting up an impromptu base camp just shy of the battlefield. Daniels dungeon was in the center of a valley between a bunch of plateaus. Like the rest of the endless bluff map the north was covered by the plateaus. The difference was that the hillside slopped up thousands of feet leaving far less sheer rock face. Some locations only had about 20 feet, making them far less of a barrier than they were throughout the rest of the map. A good thing for them since Daniel had concentrated defenses at the passes in between. Their attack would center around a pass that sloped up to plateaus on both sides like a saddle. Mark of course wanted to take the pass, but they would need to assault the plateaus as well. Scaling the plateaus was a simple thing for the spiders. Even the goblins did not have too much trouble free climbing such short distances. Getting the ballista platforms up would be more tricky, but Mark was not about to try to take them into the pass. They would be extremely vulnerable, only really being able to fire forward. Not to mention they needed them for dragon defense. Their forces proceeded up from the temporary camp unhindered, but the fight would begin as soon as they reached the top. Daniel¡¯s forces held the pass and had of course manned the plateaus with primate archers, tree units, and mages. They would start firing on them as soon as the tree cover lessened, which would occur for about the last 500 feet. Daniel¡¯s enchantments were on the cruder side. From what was recovered, Mark did not see anything past average quality, but then the guy only had primates to work on them. The magic gear on the higher tier units on the other hand had been top notch, leaving Mark to believe that it was from a unique reward. Regardless, fighting uphill while arrows and spells rained down would be difficult. Mark of course had a host of spider lings leading the charges on the plateaus. Throughout the march, Mark had continually had some bred and sent on wide ranging patrols only to have them return and die under concealment. Hopefully it had been enough to prevent Daniel from realizing the truth, that they were not real units and that Mark could breed a near endless stream of them. For a battle that would likely last all day, the tier 3¡¯s could be bred multiple times resulting in thousands before it was all said and done, so it was best to conserve their true armies strength wherever they could. As far as the pass, hundreds of rock golems struggled up the hillside. Only 900 in total, they were the last of golem balls from their stockpile. Hopefully they would fare quite well against the ranged attacks and the tree units that waited ahead. Daniel had not really used his tree branch units in his attacks, but had maxed the units out¡­ well at least to dungeon level 3¡¯s cap. Now he had a good three thousand tree units comprising the bulk of his defense. While the number sounded daunting, over half were the weakest saplings that did not even break 1.0 with whatever upgrades they had. The arrows streaked down the cliffside right after the spider lings reached the point where the trees thinned. Most of their tips flared blue. An enchantment that allowed the archer to gather manna around the tip for a mini explosion on impact. Mark was calling it manna burst, and had gladly added it to their arsenal, but like the firecracker enchantment, they could only copy to the exact quality of what they had recovered, so their use would be limited. Against weaker tier 1 spider lings they were quite effective. Green ooze was flung into the air and onto the ground as legs were blown off or a fist sized chunk exploded from the spider''s abdomen or thorax. Dozens of spiders died instantly, but hundreds more proceeded on undeterred. Despite the spider''s speed the approach up to the cliff face was long and exposed, so they faced three more volleys losing dropping their number by 20% before they even got close. Once they reached the cliff face the cherry trees started showering their explosive cherry projectiles and the mage chimps started blasting fireballs. The spider lings continued to die in large numbers despite their resiliency. Still a good half of the spider lings reached the cliffside on both sides of the pass and started climbing without pause. Apes with shields and tree units stepped up to repel the climbers, but despite the spider lings having converged on the plateaus near the pass there was far too much room. Soon spider lings pushed through gaps of coverage as the apes attempted to block their way with their shields while slashing out with their halberds. The archers and mages concentrated on the following wave of goblins that had been following right on the spider ling''s heels. The goblins proceeded up the hillside far slower than the spider lings, but they also had shields to protect themselves from the projectiles raining down on them. Mark watched as their forces struggled forward. A good quarter of the spider lings had reach the top, but other than causing chaos in the ape and tree unit ranks they did not do too much good on their own. Three or four spider lings were going down for every defender that died. That was until a fresh group of spider lings poured in from the side. While a thousand led the charge up both sides of the hill, a flanking group had broken off and climbed uncontested on the far end. Daniel just did not have enough forces to guard a plateau that had a near mile of cliffside facing the south alone. Finally, the ratios of losses decreased although it still leaned in Daniel¡¯s favor. Not too concerning for Mark since the spider lings were free units. The losses compounded once the witch doctors got into range. Soon apes were sliding down the cliffside on their own accord, before barreling down angrily into the waiting spears of legionnaires moving to protect the witch doctors. Mark brought out all of the witch doctors early, since it was a prime time to collect more power. Once the apes were pushed back from the cliff side, the goblins began scaling up. They would be able to join the melee in large numbers well before the last of the spider lings died out, and another wave of spider lings was already on its way. Most would even be able to overtake the goblins as they scaled the cliffs. Mark could not keep it up indefinitely, but he could keep the waves coming for a short period of time. Lucien on the other hand stayed off the field. It was not time to expose trump cards yet. Even Daniel was holding both his champions back. It meant that currently, the goblin forces held air superiority. The dragon by itself would easily contest the bat goblins currently up there. There were a good hundred skyborne, and the weevils would join after Mark ordered for them to be bred. A hundred green goblins of all types stood by to be carried aloft by their weevil steeds. Stolen from its rightful place, this narrative is not meant to be on Amazon; report any sightings. Progress in the pass was going even more smoothly. The constructs were easily able to navigate the uneven terrain and fight. Hundreds of saplings, rambling stumps, and other lesser tree units fought to hold them off, but the constructs only held a minor disadvantage on a one on one basis, the cherry trees with their explosive arsenal, being the lone exception. Once again as far as Mark was concerned the construct losses were basically a freebie since the golem balls had only cost them resources. The same with the spiderlings. The only real losses Daniel was afflicting was on the goblins, and Mark had thousands to replace any that fell. Mark watched the battle wage on for a good ten minutes before the alarm went up back at their main force. Mark flipped his personnel interface back to the main camp. Goblins were scurrying to form a defense against nothing at first look. Many had confused expressions on their faces as they formed up to oppose an empty forest. ¡°Make ready, scatter shots,¡± Lucien directed from on top of a tier 3 spider. A moment later a darkened haze erupted from him. The goblins were still confused, but each found the appropriate arrow as quickly as possible. Then their confusion was gone, because as soon as the darkened haze hit several hundred feet out. Cats started to uncloak with yeows of pain. Several immediately shot magic blasts of white energy from their mouths. Others rushed forward. The skirmish lasted less than a minute before the remainder of the living cavals retreated from the field. There had been a good 400 of them, but even the strongest were only at the upper 1¡¯s. Only 80 were able to make it out of the sphere of corruption alive. The rest would now be fighting for Lucien. It was a nice addition, but of course Lucien would have to keep the sphere up now to keep the caval corpses from losing their reanimation, making him a prime target. However, Mark learned something new about the sphere of corruption that had not been evident until put into practice. The sphere had gotten bigger. Apparently the units that fell under Lucien¡¯s control amplified his ability. The more he got the wider his sphere of corruption would get. A welcome surprise for sure, but Daniel would now know their commands location going forward. Anticipating the attack had been easy for the goblin forces. Hundreds of spiders had layered hundreds of lines of webs around their camp. Despite their ability to creep up unseen, the spiders still felt vibrations from the caval¡¯s movements as they closed on the camp. Daniel had shown his hand about the cloaking ability in Gale¡¯s dungeon. While Mark would normally have thought it was a unique ability for a titled unit, information from Avery had made it clear that it was not. Daniel had taken out a bunch of scouts without being counter detected. It led Mark to believe that it was a skill that his units could have. Daniel The defense was going far from how Daniel imagined. The caval ambush had failed spectacularly. Somehow the goblins had easily located them. The cavals had of course frozen to prevent counter detection. Vivi could move slowly and still be perfectly camouflaged, but the offspring from her lair would easily be found out if they moved even the slightest bit while someone was carefully studying the area. Then there was that black zone that had shot out. The cavals had all gone nuts as soon as they were enclosed by it. It had been difficult to even pull out a small remnant of his force. As far as Daniel could tell, his units had not caused a single casualty, meaning he had taken heavy losses for nothing. Daniel had of course noted the unique titled unit, the black zone had emitted from. Perhaps the leader of this army since Daniel had watched the bugbear one die during his last attack. It did not matter too much, his power rating was far too low to really be a concern. What was a concern was the seemingly endless numbers of spiders that kept assaulting the cliff face. They were fairly weak, but his forces had faced three waves over the course of the half hour it took the other dungeon to take the plateau and the pass. Daniel had lost over 2,000 units. The tree units were of little concern, but he had only been able to retreat about half of the primate units down into the valley. Not too terrible of a price since he had claimed twice that of his enemies, or so he had thought. Now a fourth wave of 1,400 spiders were scrambling down the mountainside toward his dungeon. Had Amelia made it to dungeon level 4¡­ No, there was no way she could have. Her unique reward had obviously been the flying units. Then it finally hit him, all of these spiders were of two different types. They were also smaller versions of stronger beast units that Amelia had displayed. He had known that the constructs were not true dungeon units since he had witnessed them form out of the earth after goblins threw ball-like objects. Obviously, it was some sort of item, perhaps a unique reward, Amelia had received. Perhaps she had something that allowed her stronger beasts to spawn young. It was not only the spiders. Daniel had noticed smaller centipedes during his last attack as well. It made sense to Daniel. It was the only explanation for what he was seeing. The only real question was how often they could do it. Surely they could not do it infinitely¡­ Daniel re examined his plans for defending against this attack. The first stage was already over. The plateaus and pass were naturally a good defensible position. A good place to whittle down the enemy forces with his own weaker units. Then of course he would fight the real battle against the weakened army where he was strongest, near the quadrant lairs. The lairs had allowed Daniel to progress like the other dungeons. They served a bunch of different purposes, taking the place of multiple core buildings the standard dungeons seemingly used. They could be used to strengthen units, give upgrades, and research other features. Daniel was allowed up to four lairs for his home dungeon and one for additional settlements. He had a caval lair for Vivi to pass on her unique cloaking ability to other cavals. A moon wolf lair for beasts that gave the white energy blast ability. Then Midnight¡¯s ethereal attack lair. It was the lair his orangutans used to develop their joint ethereal creations, like the rhinoceros that destroyed Amelia¡¯s wall in his last attack. The fourth lair had actually been repurposed. Initially, it had been led by Vince giving greater boosts to attributes. Now it was the only lair to be led by a non-titled beast. Daniel had gone with a girallon as soon as he saw that a primate lair would allow his units to start crafting equipment, brewing tonics, and enchanting. Vince¡¯s lair had been useful in the first phase of the battle increasing the strength of his units even further, but better equipment was definitely a better way to round out his forces. Now he could cycle beasts through the various lairs to gain different aspects. Vivi¡¯s cloaking ability, however, was not very effective for larger or clumsy units so Daniel mainly focused the ability on the cavals since they were small and graceful in their movement maximizing the gains. Of course the real benefit to the lairs in this attack was the additional strength units would get from fighting in their proximity. It could be said to be a home field advantage, that gave an automatic 10% bump to all beasts that could call one of the lairs their home. Deeper down in the lairs the increase became even more significant. Of course the numbers that could take advantage would decrease accordingly. Daniel spent another minute contemplating his next move. The wave of spiders would be in the thick of his dungeon soon. They were hardly a problem in his center of power, but if they truly were infinite then they would slowly whittle down his forces. They might be weak, but a thousand plus spiders with venomous bites and choking spores could still kill his units. Even the weaker tree units could be torn apart given enough time, not that the spiders readily engaged them when they had the option. Daniel sighed. It was time to get big red into the game. The vantage from the air would help him get a better picture of things. The dragon would have to fight off a hundred other flying creatures, but that should not be a problem. He would soon dominate the skies and then he could make counter plans. Chapter 83: Day 369 As soon as the red dragon took off, Mark started the breeding process for the weevils. With 40 original units, Mark could make 2 sets of 40 that would be available in 2 and 10 minutes respectively. The goblin riders were already standing by, but started scrambling with whatever final preparations they needed to make. They would mount the weevil lings and fire spells or arrows in support. The original weevils would stay back to breed again. Mark¡¯s intention was to keep all of the originals from entering the battle if possible, but more than likely it would come to the point where he would have to throw every asset they had to take Daniel¡¯s dungeon. Hopefully, their air forces would be able to complete the job this time around. Mark doubted the dragon would be so compliant as to swoop down nice and close for the ballista platforms setting up on the plateau ridges. At least not until it dealt with all of the enemies in the air. As far as tactics in bringing the big guy down, there had been a few modifications. The bat goblins once again formed a loose clump thousands of feet into the air for the dragon to target, and the dragon made right for it without delay. The dragon quickly surpassed the bat goblins'' altitude, before it entered a dive right for them. The bat goblins undeterred aimed their nocked arrows. Moments later the dragon¡¯s eyes snapped shut and its head bucked back involuntarily breaking its aerodynamic dive as nearly a thousand lights flared up as bright as the a thousand mini suns right in front of its face. The dragon reaction actually caused it to tumble through the air for several full rotations causing it to actually fall short and below of the bat goblin¡¯s position. The bat goblins were already nocking a second arrow. The dragon recovered, choosing to perform to put on g¡¯s while it pulled back up toward the goblins, but at near the same point a wave of arrows hit its position. Hopefully a good number successfully made contact somewhere along the dragon¡¯s body. These arrows were not the duplicating type, instead Mark counted on having a large number of archers firing for multiple hits. Instead the arrows had two other enchantments. Obviously, they still needed piercing to allow them even penetrate the dragon¡¯s touch scale hide. The second enchantment was weight. Destroying the dragon¡¯s wings had not been very effective in their last bout. The webbing was by itself incredibly tough and even a standard hit would only punch a little hole through the webbing. The flame enchantment had not added much, so Mark had decided on another tactic, increasing the dragon¡¯s weight. Each arrow would increase its weight ten fold coming out to about a pound in total. Mark knew how crazy of an idea it was, increasing the dragon by a handful of pounds with every pass, but it was the only feasible idea he could come up with. Even airplanes had weight limits that their engines could support, and beasts were no different. Even birds have hollow bones and would evacuate their bowels to lighten their load. It should be the same for the dragon despite the fact that it was the size of a barn. Still the weight was only one side of it. Otherwise they would never get anywhere, since their dungeon¡¯s air forces would never survive long enough to hit the dragon enough when the dragon looked to be big enough to fly off with a pair of cows. In addition to adding weight every arrowhead had been quenched in undead eye core adding a necrotic element. Then further the arrow heads were coated in a paralytic poison. In effect every hit would increase its weight, increasing the power required to fly, while breaking down and paralyzing its muscles. They would still take hundreds or perhaps thousands of hits to bring the dragon down entirely, but well before that point the dragon¡¯s speed would lessen, allowing for even more arrows to land on the next volley. Like slowly raising the water¡¯s temperature so that a frog would not jump out, hopefully the effects would also creep up on the dragon. Where the dragon did not realize that something was wrong until it was too late for it to escape. On the second pass, the goblins staggered the flare arrows to avoid the dragon being able to adapt. Regardless it had far less effect. The dragon successfully was able to reorient on target after target. On only the second pass the dogfight started. The bat goblins were still maneuvering to try and not catch the dragon¡¯s focus, but they were staying in the relative area, keeping the dragon corkscrewing around their position, while it frantically maneuvered to chase down the closest goblin before reorienting on the next. Flare arrows streaked in front and at the dragon¡¯s face quite frequently as goblins in the wrong sector of air elected to try to temporarily blind the dragon so it did not focus on them. The goblins in an advantageous position shot the actual payload. In theory, the plan was working as expected. The dragon was enthusiastically chasing down the bat goblins, while hopefully a lot of the weight enchanted arrows were landing and remaining embedded. In reality it just looked like the dragon was killing his tier 2 flyers one by one with nothing to show for thier effort. After a few minutes the first wave of weevils with their goblin riders joined the fray. The green goblin archers shot the same weight enchanted arrows, while their weevil mounts shot bolts of lightning. The original weevils had been evolved using electric essence and had a powerful electric attack. The weevilings had a miniature version of the same, but for all Mark knew it was the equivalent of harsh static shock to the giant beast. Hopefully it was at least doing something., because the weevils were far less maneuverable and quickly became the dragon¡¯s favorite targets. Despite being spread out, they would not last very long. In a matter of minutes the dragon was back to chasing down bat goblins until the next wave of weevils made it to the scene. Mark''s attention soon focused on the other battlefronts. The spiderlings had made it to the dungeon proper. They scrambled past a line of treants that swung tree trunk sized clubs back and forth. Several more lines of other tree units then intercepted the flow. Most of the spiderlings forced their way through headed for the primates and beasts behind. White energy blasts and primate spells lanced out culling more of their number before they all slammed into a melee. However, the more interesting front was still being realized. Kong and the first primordial were leading groups of high tier beasts on a collision path with the ballista platforms on the two ridges. The strike force had first been noticed as they left the trees and helped themselves up onto the plateaus. A 30 foot gorilla was hard to miss after all. This tale has been unlawfully lifted from Royal Road; report any instances of this story if found elsewhere. Kong was headed at their right flank and the first primordial on their left. Kong would be facing five ballista platforms and the black haze that was Lucien¡¯s sphere of corruption. The first primordial dragon would only face the four ballista and the spider breeding zone. Unfortunately for the first primordial, a quarter wave of spiderlings had already been bred and were ready. The sunflower breeders were using their manna to breed another batch as soon as they could regenerate it, but their sunburst ability was still fair game and they were at full charge. The first primordial took a full broadside of 20 sunbursts to its face and right shoulder. The beams faltered after only a few seconds, but the first primordial was still standing. The giant earth dragon had half of its face and right shoulder scored and charred with several spots even showing exposed bone. The earth dragon had straight up tanked the sunburst abilities. Something it could not duplicate with the following ballista bolts that were all aimed on the giant beast. The left flank was far from settled, however, the accompanying beasts swarmed right by their fallen leader to meet the onrushing spiderlings. Goblin arrows rained down on them all. Things on the right flank however went awry nearly immediately. Kong sprinted ahead of his fellow beasts at a pace that only a 30 foot giant could accomplish. His lopping gait closed on the goblin forces far too quickly. The ballista fired in quick succession, but Kong would have none of it. He slammed his open palms together right in front of its body. The shockwave sent the ballista bolts headed his way and the wave of arrows coming down from a high arc tumbling away. Only one lone ballista bolt made it through, and only because it had followed a second after the others. It sailed right below the ape¡¯s hands and into the giant ape¡¯s lower gut. Kong slammed back down on the ground, roaring in defiance. The gorilla only took a second to recover and start charging forward again. The goblins were working furiously to reload the ballista, and the ants underneath were marching to open more distance, but both efforts were far from enough. Kong took a bunch of smaller arrows into its face and chest as it slammed its palm down smashing the platform and ants into splinters and goo. The goblins had jumped to escape but Kong''s second palm swung in from the side like a giant fly swatter making sure everything to do with the first ballasta met the same end. Kong followed up on the second and third in rapid succession, despite the fact that Mark had spaced them hundreds of feet away from each other. Then Kong took the first set of spells and curses. The champion was raked with multiple debuffs as it took a dozen magic lances and thunder strike spells to its head and main body. A couple witch doctors even performed the shrunken head spell. The two witch doctors on the ground were promptly caught and flattened. The bat goblin witch doctors on the other hand were working to put as much distance between themselves and the giant ape as possible. Mark had laughed maniacally like an evil villain when he realized he could give the flying units the class. This was his special measure to deal with the ape champion. The curse would break if the witch doctor got separated by too much distance, but if a unit could take to the skies then it should never be caught. It would not work against the dragon since the dragon would easily run a bat goblin down, but Kong could not fly. The tactic was only partially successful in that it grabbed the champion¡¯s full attention. Kong, determined to show that there was nothing outside of his reach, slapped both palms on the ground and pulled up balls of earth the size of a wrecking ball. The process took a couple of seconds, but the projectiles had all the speed of meteors once thrown. They rocketed with deadly precision at their targets. One bat goblin was able to narrowly dodge. The second became a pancake against the rock that looked like it would fly for miles. However the second bat goblin continued to open the distance between them, seemingly having forgotten the command to stay within a certain distance from its target. Fortunately, the witch doctor did not need to be aware, Kong was already bounding after it at full speed. The champion had left the battle on its own accord. The accompanying beasts however were just now arriving at the scene, and the goblin forces were far from prepared, having focused their full attention on the ferocious ape. The goblins at the edge of the flank near the first few platforms were already falling back. The slower were quickly caught up in the oncoming stamped that included 4 earth dragons, a dozen garillons, and hundreds of others sweeping in from the side. But a rallying point had already been forming near the last two ballista. The goblin heavy infantry formed a shield and spear wall behind a trench that opened in front of them thanks to dozens of earth shaper enchantments. Goblin archers and mages were already getting in position in the back ranks, and the black haze encompassed them all. The ballista fired, claiming one of the earth dragons immediately. The other beasts rushed forward heedless of the goblin defenses. The beasts came right over the trench slamming into the goblins, however the momentum stopped there. Quite a few beasts were killed instantly as they were impaled by multiple spears. Others were held firmly in place, by the good quality spears that refused to break off easily. Beasts that did make it through the line soon found themselves engaged by the bugbear and gnarled wood goblin elite, who came out on top more often than due to being hemmed in by enemies on nearly all sides. But Mark only had 500 legionnaires so the heavy infantry wall supported by green goblins holding additional spears was only a few hundred feet in length. Inevitably beasts started flowing around the right flank. The left flank was protected by a good 40 foot drop, so all of them headed around to the right. Hundreds of more green and horned goblins stood ready to guard the flank, but they were far less effective. The mages however targeted the area almost exclusively, preventing the beasts from sweeping right through. It would all fall apart however if the ape champion returned. Mark flipped the view, and saw that the ape was still headed in the wrong direction, but how long could the bat goblin evade the furious pursuit. The answer was barely a half minute, before Kong was able to turn around. But the giant ape would find it did not have as much support as he expected when he returned. Two thirds of the legionnaires had died in the effort, but dozens of massive beast forms also lay unmoving. The other beasts trying to flank in from the right had fared poorly as well. Their charge momentum broken, they easily fell prey to the powerful enchanted arrows and spells. The only holdouts were the garillons, since they had metal plates covering most of their vitals. The rest might were falling quite quickly to the concentrated fire. Kong came back on the scene roaring about a minute after he had left. The two remaining ballista waited till the giant ape was in close before they both fired. The bolts both caught the ape center mass, despite a late effort to swat them out of the air. Even the champion could not react fast enough when he was this close in. The goblins had waited as long as possible knowing they would only get one shot. Kong destroyed both ballista and hundreds of surrounding goblins as the rest scattered and continued to pepper him from the flanks. Kong seemingly ignored them, looking around for a second before its gaze settled on the only viable threat left. The ape once again surged forward, on a collison course with Lucien. Where dozens of goblin grenadiers made their succession battle day view. The ape had only completed two of its lumbering bounds before meeting a chorus of explosions that seemingly encompassed its chest and head.