Ghoul Training

After a day of training, these people had already learned to use crossbows quite well.

The following training focused on volley fire and three-rank firing. A crossbow bolt traveled in a much straighter path than an arrow's parabolic trajectory, but it was clearly much easier to learn. Crossbows took time to crank, and the three-rank arrangement could effectively make up for that gap.

This kind of charged weapon could form combat strength in the shortest time because it was easy to learn.

"Fire!"

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!

Under a coordinated volley, there were inevitably slight differences in timing, but in an actual battle, that tiny discrepancy would not affect the attack at all.

Mel naturally hoped to train all of them into marksmen who never missed, but most of the time, they might not have the opportunity to aim carefully. As long as a large-scale volley was fast enough, it could produce sufficient covering damage.

After a week of training, Mel decided to take these fellows out for a field test. There had been more ghouls around the village lately. Because many people had died in the war and their bodies could not be buried, these level 30-and-above monsters had naturally begun to emerge.

After explaining everything clearly, Mel led the team out.

They arrived at the wasteland outside the village, where a foul stench drifted from the mass grave where corpses had been discarded.

These ghouls were enormous. When they ran, they resembled rapidly moving gorillas. Their bodies were rotten, spikes grew from their backs, and green light always glowed in their eyes.

Before the battle had even truly begun, these farmers, who had only trained for a month, started retching and vomiting at the sight of those rotting corpses.

But the Lord Mage stood behind them, and none of