Chess Mage of Faerûn

Chapter 604 Reorganization and Expansion
I had only thought that the militia of Gaoya were well-trained and had a neat military appearance, and that the instructors in charge were really capable. Now that I see them, they are not just capable, they are incredibly capable.

Ignoring all the militia and instructors, Kadmon's reaction upon realizing the situation was nothing short of reverence, as if he were afraid that this opportunity would be lost forever.

Just as the Flame Fist members were about to speak after realizing what had happened, they were interrupted by a slight tremor in the ground.

Turning my head, I saw the walrus-like, sturdy frost giant squatting by the training ground, drawing complex formations on the ground with his carrot-thick fingers. Frost gathered at his feet into neat hexagonal ice blocks.

The burly man opened his large palm and slammed it into the void of the formation. Frost and snow-like ice crystals floated up and interlocked, forming an emblem in mid-air that resembled a shield and axe or a wheel.

The emblem hung high, casting a hazy, morning light like frost. Under this cold light, everyone present suddenly had the illusion that their hands and feet, even their bones, were frozen.

The burly man chuckled憨憨地, and the frost-covered spiritual light suddenly converged into the Ice-Sealing Demon Seal. He moved his hands and feet, and the originally crisp sound of his joints opening and closing was amplified by his massive body to sound like thunder.

"A little trick played when bored, don't take it seriously."

"You guys take a rest, it'll be my turn to play with you next time!"

Still fighting?

They're probably setting a trap to lure themselves to the high cliff and kill them all.

The Flamefists all expressed their inability to accept the gladiatorial invitation from the Giant-Toothed Seafolk, and with the Lord's intervention, the second match had to be dropped.

"Don't joke around, Ymir."

“Bullying a bunch of crippled mortals doesn’t demonstrate the glory of a fighting champion.”

Upon hearing this, Haimin scratched his head, thinking that what the manager said made sense, and then turned his gaze to his old acquaintance, Mars.

Both were seasoned veterans of dueling arenas and rings, one itching to get started, the other having just warmed up and feeling like he hadn't had enough fun.

It was like Mars colliding with Earth; the clash between the two behemoths shook the earth, dust billowed like smoke, and the sounds of fists and weapons clashing were like thunder.

As for Flame Fist and the militia, they only dared to watch from afar. It was a clash of forces on another level, and even the aftershocks were like a sudden storm, making it impossible to withstand.

The mage did not stop them again. For these two battle maniacs, it would be a waste not to have a good fight after finally getting out to relax.
Treat it as an exhibition match.

Mars held a shield in one hand and a spear in the other. When defending, he was impenetrable and as steadfast as the earth. When attacking, he was like a venomous snake spitting its tongue, with wind and thunder rising up. He followed the path of combining defense with offense and counter-attack.

Looking at Ymir, she wields both hammer and axe, engaging in close combat. She excels at close-quarters fighting, aiming straight for the center. Her moves are continuous yet conceal their sharpness. If her opponent hadn't been perfectly prepared, she would have already delivered a decisive blow, sending them flying into the air like a flying man.

The battle ended inconclusively, lasting for nearly an hour before being stopped by the mage.

Exciting as it may be, we still need to get down to business.

The subsequent team planning and organization went very smoothly. Demonstrating strength is always the most convincing calling card. The instructors' prestige is beyond question, and the lord's treatment is not bad either. What more could one ask for?
The Flame Fist fighters, who originally thought they were there to provide technical assistance, found out that the other party's thighs were quite thick, and they could just be good at being leg hair.

A total of 52 Flamefist soldiers, including Kadmon, were reorganized into two teams. Six skilled in reconnaissance, traps, and roaming techniques were selected, and paired with six other combatants in light or medium armor with flexible fighting styles as reinforcements. In addition, twenty-four clever and agile militiamen were drawn into the team, forming the Highcliff Territory's ostensible scout force through a mentorship system.

As for those operating in secret? Well, those are the Word Bearers led by the Drow.

The remaining forty Flame Fist members were integrated into a spearhead assault team, intended to concentrate elite forces as a reserve force to break through the situation or even make a decisive move.

Such a system, which has strict requirements for individual strength, is beyond the capabilities of the militia, and there is little chance of them catching up in the short term.

The monk planned to use his connections with the merchant guild to recruit some brave and reliable guards, at least enough to form a squad of a hundred or so men.

At that time, the visible armed forces of the High Cliff territory will reach a scale of four hundred people, a combination of elite core soldiers and well-trained rank-and-file soldiers, capable of handling general security, patrol, and guard duties.

Zhang Yuan didn't insist on anything more. Cavalry? Armored cavalry? Mechanized forces?

Then you won't need to do anything else. You'll just have to focus on production and construction every day. Are you trying to turn Dungeons & Dragons into Civilization?
Ultimately, the goal is to build a foundation for myself and my old brothers, to have a stable home front. That is enough. It is not worthwhile to pursue things that are disproportionate to the size and condition of the territory.

With all matters settled, let us return to the palace!
Once the affairs of the territory were finally running smoothly, the mage was able to devote most of his time to the study of arcane arts once again.

Having undergone the educational baptism of different schools of thought, received guidance and support from many experts, and learned from the lessons of other realms, we now have abundant resources and have no reason not to continue moving forward.

Time flies by so quickly when you're buried in your work; nearly half a year has passed in the blink of an eye. Autumn and summer have passed, and it's already the end of the year and winter is approaching.

Apart from organizing a harvest celebration during the autumn harvest and holding a public military parade after the assault team reached its full strength of eighty men and the entire army completed its reorganization and training, Mr. Zhang had essentially lived a life of being a hands-off manager.

Having just finished his current research project, the monk finally had some free time to go out for a stroll and relax, ostensibly to inspect his territory and observe the local conditions.

Early winter in the north was already showing signs of chill, with cold winds carrying snowflakes the size of sand.

A little bit of wind and frost was no problem for him. Standing on the mountaintop, he looked down at the land and had a panoramic view of the entire territory.

With the busy farming season over, more human resources within Gaoya Territory were devoted to industrial production and military training.

The stimulus from wages and training allowances was like a fire in winter, dispelling the people's usual lethargy and awakening their vitality like the budding of spring.

Nancy and Lawrence's leadership team, however, were not as carefree as Master Zhang; during the approaching winter, they were even busier than the common people.

The absorption of people was a long-term policy personally approved by the lord, and Faerûn lacked everything except for unfortunate people and hapless wretches.

The undercurrents beneath the surface of the River of Destiny are growing ever more turbulent, ripples are beginning to emerge and spread, and storms are brewing in the lands of Sword Bay.

Perhaps it's just that there are too many monsters roaming in a certain field, or that kind-hearted gentlemen who help others lighten the load on their trucks are visiting a certain trade route a little more often.

In short, the amount of cat litter that Hakimi, the god of the times, has dropped is far too much, and it's really hard for ordinary people to bear.

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