Chapter 383: Beacon Set
The first beacon ca online only monts after the airships relayed the ssage that the Adventurers had encountered scout groups of a hundred or more Goblins at a ti.
Alexis sighed as she read the relayed ssage.
"You know that Dominic and the gunslingers are loving this. They can kill a Goblin with every shot, it’s like being granted free loot while the warriors fight the real threats." She complained.
"Relax, we will be there soon enough. Give them a few hours to get the beacons placed, and we will be able to move with the armies. You won’t be short on monsters to fight by tomorrow morning." Prince George assured her.
And so, they waited.
But four hours later, when the second beacon ca online just before lunch, it beca clear that the adventurers were not having an easy ti making the loop around the horde.
Whether this was because of terrain or because they had misjudged how far out the scouts would be placed was a matter of debate between the military leaders, but the Royals had very little doubt that the reason for the delay was because they were deliberately targeting monsters, instead of trying to make it to the beacon locations.
They were not wrong.
"Alright, ladies and gentlen, let’s take a lunch break. Loot Magistrate, how is our big bag of loot looking?" Dominic asked.
The adventurers laughed as the mage dramatically opened the magical bag full of mana cores.
"If we assu an average level of two, given the ratio of Goblins to Hobgoblins, I would say that we have about three thousand levels worth of mana cores so far. Split twenty ways, that’s a hundred and fifty levels each." He replied.
The adventurers cheered quietly at the news.
"Not bad loot for the morning. But how does the afternoon look on the skimming spell?" Wiz asked.
The other mage shrugged. "Could go either way. I’m seeing quite a few Ogre Clan Brutes ahead, and a large encampnt of Frosthound Riders.
Those could be nasty fights, but they’re stationed in the scouting ring, so we should eliminate them before we place the beacons to call in the army. They have the numbers to deal with them easily enough, but if they don’t detect them in ti, they will take heavy casualties."
The Brutes of the Ogre Clan were mixed blood Ogres, the sort who could normally be considered demihuman, save for the fact that they were working with a barely higher than animalistic level of intelligence.
They were insensible and violent, incapable of complex speech, even in the Ogre tongue.
Still, they were a level ten to fifteen monster, so the core values would be good, and their magic resistance wasn’t as high as a full-blooded Ogre.
The real issue would be the Frosthound Riders.
The mounts were the size of a dire bear, but long-legged and much faster. Then, there was the rider. A Gnoll or Yeti Clan elite warrior who was formidable on his own.
"Couldn’t it be sothing reasonable, like so Goblin Boar Riders?" One of the warriors sighed.
"There are those too, but they’re on the other side, closer to where we started." The mage replied.
The warrior gave him a look that said "Then why didn’t we go that way?
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