Training in Close Combat

Mel watched these monsters. If they did not eat living people, they could, in a sense, reduce the spread of plagues, since they cleaned up all the corpses. Unfortunately, these monsters ate the living as well.

"There are still too few of us. We can't achieve the firing results we want."

They kept shooting, but as the numbers grew, even with three-rank volleys, it was still difficult to achieve much. There were simply too many ghouls.

As the horde of ghouls drew closer and closer, their hearts rose to their throats.

Their hands clutching the crossbows still trembled, as if the ghouls would tear them apart the next moment.

[Ghost God Possession]

A massive phantom appeared in an instant, followed by a single slash that cut every ghoul before him to pieces.

Without expending any effort at all, the villagers once again witnessed Mel's strength. He was undoubtedly a true great mage.

He needed only one strike to wipe out those ghouls.

People admired the strong. The more power Mel displayed, the more willing they were to follow him steadfastly.

"All right, that's enough training for today. Go back and practice properly. Continue training with crossbows for another week, then we'll begin close-combat and physical training."

He had brought out all sorts of food and made sure they lacked no nutrition, so naturally it was time to begin physical training. During the first month, they had only stood at attention and practiced marching, turning, and changing direction. It had essentially been time for them to build up their bodies.

If he had put these gaunt, skeletal people through high-intensity training from the start, they probably would not have lasted long before collapsing from exhaustion. Absorbing nutrients and restoring their bodies took time as well.

"Captain, come here for a moment."